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first name i love last name 2 suffer,,, , , this bio is so,, , ,, eXTRA,, ,smh i hate him i cant wait 2 kill him

im, , ,, gonna finish this ne VER, ,, ,fUCk ,, ,i shoulda kept his mask whit e SM H KILL ME

"Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!"
Name: Argo "Six" Shepherd
Age: 15...?
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Height: 5'0
Weight: 100lbs
Sexual Orientation: N/A

Role: Normal
Ability: None
Creation: --
Occupation: Petty Criminal/Stray
Personality: Polite | Quiet | Honest | Distrusting | Obsessive | Obedient | Controlled | Empty | Defensive | Loyal

Argo seems like a pretty calm and quiet kid, which he is, the mask over his mouth only making it painfully obvious. His eyes do most of the talking, and even then they don't say much, but only stare strongly, without wavering. When he is forced to speak, there's a defensive and polite tone in every fiber of his being, as though he was trying to appear smaller, his head nodding into a small bow every few phrases or so, as though trying to reassure that he meant no disrespect. It's hard to think it, given the strength behind his eyes, but he is more likely to bow down than fight back, unless told otherwise.

He is the type to become attached to a certain type of person- no matter if they're younger or older, his attention will turn to anyone strong, and once he finds them, he becomes obsessively attached. Like a leech hungry for power, the only chance he'll leave is when his attention turns to someone with more strength, or someone who forms a deeper connection- like saving him or giving him food. He'll treat each and every word like gold, and will stop at nothing to appease his new god, from mutilating himself to mutilating others. While some may say that the calmness he exudes in stabbing his leg violently is an act of control, others call it being empty.

The amount of dedication and obsessiveness he was also affects his fighting style, as he his more apt to give up his body for the sake of destroying his opponent, in more than one occasion coming out more battered than his opponent, despite being also the only one alive. He listens only to commands from people he believes are worthy to be listened to, and sometimes when he is alone and there's no one to stop him, its a matter of him surviving just one second longer.
Likes/Dislikes: +Strength
+Order
+Belief
+Food
+Running
+Red
+Tasting things
+Knives
+Spray painting
+Picture books
+Picture books about the bible
+Pictures in general tbh
+the time right before the sun rises
+Having books being read to him
+Hearing stories in general tbh

-Being alone
-Fighting
-Killing
-Fire
-Medication
-Watching people take meds
-Money
-Being hungry
-Churches
-Needles
-3AM

History: He has very faint memories of where he came from, but his earliest memories are of him and a few other children huddled in the corner of a dark house, his knuckles aching from clutching at someone's hand very tightly, his own shoulders being dug into by a child next to him. The darkness illuminated the sound of screaming in the next room, followed by laughter, and it wasn't until a child person stumbled in and the door slammed behind them did they all take tentative breaths. Simply put, Argo's life had ended before it could begin.

He was born to a single mother in the slums that couldn't care for him, with an older sister that didn't want him, but cared for him. Some stories involve siblings sticking together through hard times, but the age gap was too big and at the same time too small- she was too old to feel a kinship towards him, and too young to feel any sort of responsibility. The fact that Argo even made it three years was a miracle in of itself, even if he couldn't speak well. For his lack of speech he made up for in his ability to control his body, from hiding under dumpsters to stealing money from his mother in front of her face without her noticing.

The first time Argo said words were when he was five, in which he repeatedly pleaded on his knees to be spared by his sister and her friends. There were children his age gathered into a small drug house, coralled by his sister and her friends- to Argo and the children, they seemed like adults. Terrifying, in control. In truth, they were just teens with a deeper, harder mean streak, and shoved it onto people they could control- like children. From making them eat bugs for enjoyment to making them steal things off the streets, with no parents to care for them, Argo and his peers suffered many long years under the reign of these teens. The older they got, however, the more twisted their demands. They made the children kill the mice in the house, and made them cut each other. They had knife fights with each other the same way people had cock fights in the streets, and when the number of children they had capable of fighting slowly dwindled, they sent them out on the streets. They were promised- if you make for a very good fight, if you impress them, you would get food for a week.

Argo was skilled in looking like a dead child in the streets, and his overseers always loved to laugh about the look of surprise people made when he rushed up to fiercely stab at them. People heard about the kids and fighting became more dangerous, because they were more ready, and once, Argo bit off more than he could chew, the other person snapping his right arm in half. His screams were the loudest noise he'd ever made in his mouth, and no one came to save him- his sister and her friends were afraid of being caught as the ringleaders and abandoned him. The only reason Argo still lived was because of a kind stranger.

He wasn't a Creator, but he could make beautiful things with his ink. A tattoo artist south of the slums, this man was an artist that deserved more attention, but settled for doping up in the back alley and inking up angels on people who couldn't afford it. When he saved Argo, he fixed his arm up and introduced him to God. Every night he'd read the bible to Argo who was given drugs to stop him from screaming, and in his delirious state, Argo formed an attachment to this savior. He was Argo's new god, and even with his arm barely healed he did everything he could to show it. At times he would disappear in the night to prey on dogs and bring him into the tattoo artists shop, who would only look at him with sad eyes and pet him on the head.

When Argo healed, he was put to work as a drug runner, having learned from his past gods that a good job meant a good meal, Argo was a good worker with dedication and obedience. He spilled more blood on his hands than a man twice is age would have normally in his life, and his god told him to only kill when there was a problem. Overall, the two made for a good team, and Argo thrived on the praises he received and loved when he was touched with more love than he had been in the first ten years of his life, even letting his body be tattooed in several spots. It was a bit later in his life did the unfinished Virgin Mary project begin on his back, and also around the same time where the war started popping up.

Along with the usual drugs, a new one propped up on the market- the ones used in the LAYERS program. At least, that was Argo and his god were led to believe, a lie that to this day Argo continues to believe. Stolen from a nameless stranger, they were called Grade A quality drugs, able to give you the power of a Creator. Of a God. Curious, Argo's god tried it out, and while the first few weeks nothing happened, something changed. Simply put, his body rejected the fakes. It was Sunday and he'd taken a pill right before, and it was such a beautiful sight, white haired Argo in the center of the doors, looking down on a god as the rays of holiness depicted in the large stain glass window behind him perfectly fit his silhuoette. He was the first god that Argo truly loved, and the first god Argo put his blades against and trashed in the dumpster behind the tattoo shop.

He started living on his own in the large, lonely shop, stealing and killing when he needed, and finding people to worship, but never lasting as long as his last gods did. One particular god got too used to having their orders obeyed and got pissed when Argo tried to leave him for someone else, scarring his body and defiling the works of art his god had given him. In the end, Argo still left, and afterwards immediately repented for killing another god.

The days are spent wasting away in an empty shop, waiting for his next holy host.

View: BLANK-NEUTRAL; Despite being knockoffs, Argo sees the drugs that killed his god as the real deal and believes that no one should be trying to gain power they do not have. Trying to become a Creator is trying to go against God's will and is a sin in and of itself.
Extra/Trivia: - Has an unfinished tattoo of the Virgin Mary on his back that's been scratched and burned up. The eye has been replaced with a barcode- if rung up, its for milk.
- Not very good at reading, but steals picture books from the trash for the pictures.
- Has a collection of picture books
- His fighting style resembles kali or filipino street fighting in the sense that he's very good with his body and knives and using anything as a weapon, even in playing dirty, but it's not like he got lessons for it.
- Cheats a lot
- Fast at running,, , li ke sani c,, ,gotta go f ast
- Lotta scars
- Large scar on lower face area and wears a mask because he was told to. Will only remove his mask to eat, and even then usually eats away from people.
- One time, he killed this giant ass dog and kids threw stones at him for it because it was in a neighborhood where everyone loved that dog and basically he tries not to kill dogs anymore no matter how meaty.
- Not sayin he's a cannibal, bu t, ,,
- Always goes to the confessionals and attends mass every Sunday despite hating churches
- He was baptized by the tattoo artist while lying down in a small bathtub in the shop.
- He steals shoes, so sometimes theyre too small or too big for him
- Same thing with clothes
- If you asked, he'd say that the worst thing he'd ever done was try to feed a cat that visited every now and again.
- His right arm sometimes suddenly twitches or becomes uncontrollable.
- Has 'SINNER' carved onto his leg that is still sort of healing.
- Uses the knives he was given by his sister and her friends but also very interested in getting new ones
- Doesn't go to school because he never went to one, and doesn't really see it as a necessity.

Method of RP: Headcanon>Lit>Script>Draw | Skype>Drawpile>Docs>LINE>Comments
NO NOTES

Description

first name i love last name 2 suffer,,, , , this bio is so,, , ,, eXTRA,, ,smh i hate him i cant wait 2 kill him

im, , ,, gonna finish this ne VER, ,, ,fUCk ,, ,i shoulda kept his mask whit e SM H KILL ME

"Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!"
Name: Argo "Six" Shepherd
Age: 15...?
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Height: 5'0
Weight: 100lbs
Sexual Orientation: N/A

Role: Normal
Ability: None
Creation: --
Occupation: Petty Criminal/Stray
Personality: Polite | Quiet | Honest | Distrusting | Obsessive | Obedient | Controlled | Empty | Defensive | Loyal

Argo seems like a pretty calm and quiet kid, which he is, the mask over his mouth only making it painfully obvious. His eyes do most of the talking, and even then they don't say much, but only stare strongly, without wavering. When he is forced to speak, there's a defensive and polite tone in every fiber of his being, as though he was trying to appear smaller, his head nodding into a small bow every few phrases or so, as though trying to reassure that he meant no disrespect. It's hard to think it, given the strength behind his eyes, but he is more likely to bow down than fight back, unless told otherwise.

He is the type to become attached to a certain type of person- no matter if they're younger or older, his attention will turn to anyone strong, and once he finds them, he becomes obsessively attached. Like a leech hungry for power, the only chance he'll leave is when his attention turns to someone with more strength, or someone who forms a deeper connection- like saving him or giving him food. He'll treat each and every word like gold, and will stop at nothing to appease his new god, from mutilating himself to mutilating others. While some may say that the calmness he exudes in stabbing his leg violently is an act of control, others call it being empty.

The amount of dedication and obsessiveness he was also affects his fighting style, as he his more apt to give up his body for the sake of destroying his opponent, in more than one occasion coming out more battered than his opponent, despite being also the only one alive. He listens only to commands from people he believes are worthy to be listened to, and sometimes when he is alone and there's no one to stop him, its a matter of him surviving just one second longer.
Likes/Dislikes: +Strength
+Order
+Belief
+Food
+Running
+Red
+Tasting things
+Knives
+Spray painting
+Picture books
+Picture books about the bible
+Pictures in general tbh
+the time right before the sun rises
+Having books being read to him
+Hearing stories in general tbh

-Being alone
-Fighting
-Killing
-Fire
-Medication
-Watching people take meds
-Money
-Being hungry
-Churches
-Needles
-3AM

History: He has very faint memories of where he came from, but his earliest memories are of him and a few other children huddled in the corner of a dark house, his knuckles aching from clutching at someone's hand very tightly, his own shoulders being dug into by a child next to him. The darkness illuminated the sound of screaming in the next room, followed by laughter, and it wasn't until a child person stumbled in and the door slammed behind them did they all take tentative breaths. Simply put, Argo's life had ended before it could begin.

He was born to a single mother in the slums that couldn't care for him, with an older sister that didn't want him, but cared for him. Some stories involve siblings sticking together through hard times, but the age gap was too big and at the same time too small- she was too old to feel a kinship towards him, and too young to feel any sort of responsibility. The fact that Argo even made it three years was a miracle in of itself, even if he couldn't speak well. For his lack of speech he made up for in his ability to control his body, from hiding under dumpsters to stealing money from his mother in front of her face without her noticing.

The first time Argo said words were when he was five, in which he repeatedly pleaded on his knees to be spared by his sister and her friends. There were children his age gathered into a small drug house, coralled by his sister and her friends- to Argo and the children, they seemed like adults. Terrifying, in control. In truth, they were just teens with a deeper, harder mean streak, and shoved it onto people they could control- like children. From making them eat bugs for enjoyment to making them steal things off the streets, with no parents to care for them, Argo and his peers suffered many long years under the reign of these teens. The older they got, however, the more twisted their demands. They made the children kill the mice in the house, and made them cut each other. They had knife fights with each other the same way people had cock fights in the streets, and when the number of children they had capable of fighting slowly dwindled, they sent them out on the streets. They were promised- if you make for a very good fight, if you impress them, you would get food for a week.

Argo was skilled in looking like a dead child in the streets, and his overseers always loved to laugh about the look of surprise people made when he rushed up to fiercely stab at them. People heard about the kids and fighting became more dangerous, because they were more ready, and once, Argo bit off more than he could chew, the other person snapping his right arm in half. His screams were the loudest noise he'd ever made in his mouth, and no one came to save him- his sister and her friends were afraid of being caught as the ringleaders and abandoned him. The only reason Argo still lived was because of a kind stranger.

He wasn't a Creator, but he could make beautiful things with his ink. A tattoo artist south of the slums, this man was an artist that deserved more attention, but settled for doping up in the back alley and inking up angels on people who couldn't afford it. When he saved Argo, he fixed his arm up and introduced him to God. Every night he'd read the bible to Argo who was given drugs to stop him from screaming, and in his delirious state, Argo formed an attachment to this savior. He was Argo's new god, and even with his arm barely healed he did everything he could to show it. At times he would disappear in the night to prey on dogs and bring him into the tattoo artists shop, who would only look at him with sad eyes and pet him on the head.

When Argo healed, he was put to work as a drug runner, having learned from his past gods that a good job meant a good meal, Argo was a good worker with dedication and obedience. He spilled more blood on his hands than a man twice is age would have normally in his life, and his god told him to only kill when there was a problem. Overall, the two made for a good team, and Argo thrived on the praises he received and loved when he was touched with more love than he had been in the first ten years of his life, even letting his body be tattooed in several spots. It was a bit later in his life did the unfinished Virgin Mary project begin on his back, and also around the same time where the war started popping up.

Along with the usual drugs, a new one propped up on the market- the ones used in the LAYERS program. At least, that was Argo and his god were led to believe, a lie that to this day Argo continues to believe. Stolen from a nameless stranger, they were called Grade A quality drugs, able to give you the power of a Creator. Of a God. Curious, Argo's god tried it out, and while the first few weeks nothing happened, something changed. Simply put, his body rejected the fakes. It was Sunday and he'd taken a pill right before, and it was such a beautiful sight, white haired Argo in the center of the doors, looking down on a god as the rays of holiness depicted in the large stain glass window behind him perfectly fit his silhuoette. He was the first god that Argo truly loved, and the first god Argo put his blades against and trashed in the dumpster behind the tattoo shop.

He started living on his own in the large, lonely shop, stealing and killing when he needed, and finding people to worship, but never lasting as long as his last gods did. One particular god got too used to having their orders obeyed and got pissed when Argo tried to leave him for someone else, scarring his body and defiling the works of art his god had given him. In the end, Argo still left, and afterwards immediately repented for killing another god.

The days are spent wasting away in an empty shop, waiting for his next holy host.

View: BLANK-NEUTRAL; Despite being knockoffs, Argo sees the drugs that killed his god as the real deal and believes that no one should be trying to gain power they do not have. Trying to become a Creator is trying to go against God's will and is a sin in and of itself.
Extra/Trivia: - Has an unfinished tattoo of the Virgin Mary on his back that's been scratched and burned up. The eye has been replaced with a barcode- if rung up, its for milk.
- Not very good at reading, but steals picture books from the trash for the pictures.
- Has a collection of picture books
- His fighting style resembles kali or filipino street fighting in the sense that he's very good with his body and knives and using anything as a weapon, even in playing dirty, but it's not like he got lessons for it.
- Cheats a lot
- Fast at running,, , li ke sani c,, ,gotta go f ast
- Lotta scars
- Large scar on lower face area and wears a mask because he was told to. Will only remove his mask to eat, and even then usually eats away from people.
- One time, he killed this giant ass dog and kids threw stones at him for it because it was in a neighborhood where everyone loved that dog and basically he tries not to kill dogs anymore no matter how meaty.
- Not sayin he's a cannibal, bu t, ,,
- Always goes to the confessionals and attends mass every Sunday despite hating churches
- He was baptized by the tattoo artist while lying down in a small bathtub in the shop.
- He steals shoes, so sometimes theyre too small or too big for him
- Same thing with clothes
- If you asked, he'd say that the worst thing he'd ever done was try to feed a cat that visited every now and again.
- His right arm sometimes suddenly twitches or becomes uncontrollable.
- Has 'SINNER' carved onto his leg that is still sort of healing.
- Uses the knives he was given by his sister and her friends but also very interested in getting new ones
- Doesn't go to school because he never went to one, and doesn't really see it as a necessity.

Method of RP: Headcanon>Lit>Script>Draw | Skype>Drawpile>Docs>LINE>Comments
NO NOTES