Andracos Soleviel's Relationship Chart
♥♥♥ = love || ♥♥ = infatuation || ♥ = depredation/desires to viciously hunt||☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral
Mr. Reficul Seil ~ Depends on the day ☺ or ☠ ~
Question my judgments on the grandiose Ring Master of this ostentatious cirque? Well if the duty be de rigueur. Imposing and pompous he stands tall… Tall, tall, tall as a lamppost and as lean. Sovereignty, power and authority do light his path; every step he should take it surely does follow.I promote all our convene with thou; esprit de corps! In possession of esteemed traits he is. Unaltered reverence I do have for the Wish Master. Broadcast others do that shine my eyeballs a garish green for him; envious or jealous. And to them I proclaim without affront, “Absolutely right, right you are! Accurate, it is true!”
For you see, dearest droogs, freedom is not what thy years for. Liberty is longer not desired.
Supersede I now crave. Take I will, all that is his.
Replacement, yes?
The unyielding power!
The prevailing authority!
Command of such a spectacle
Riposte to none and no.
Least thy disremember, the angel that shall cometh with.
Freedom for doll? Oh no, no – never!
She too will be mine.
Grand, Grand, Grand it will be!
And it will happen.
His slayer will be I
I merely ought to apply time.
Rosaline Bell Seil ~ ♥♥♥ ~
Rosalina? My Princess, you ask of? Welly, well - fairly flabbergasted I stood - a tranced statue I was upon our first encounter. Upright twas I, dumbfounded beyond all measure. Outlandish I must’ve seemed. What be erroneous with thou, surely she considered? Never, not once, had my eyes lain upon something so perfect and untainted. And do believe me when thy pronounces that, for voluminous amounts of ‘pretty polly’s’ have I mulled over. Not a single fault exists within her. She exists as incorruptible, even though residing in such an abode. Flawless she survives. Sees all she does through her inner world of observations. The greatest advocate any can have within dwell here. And do, I do, indorse that notion to all, so do take note! One’s utmost supporter she will be.
I want it! I yearn for it! I desire it to be mine! And it will – oh undoubtedly mine it will be. And love, love, love – at long last true love will be mine!
Andracos Soleviel ~ ♥♥♥ ~
Thou requests opinion on self? My, my, my, park yourself down thy comrade and allow uncle Andracos to verbalize. In all candour, I have such reasons to be conceited; why there exists not single fad that I fault in performance. My mental, physical and emotional powers exceeds that of all beings – being humble and self-effacing is far too much effort when one stands as impressive and brilliant as I. The raison d'être why I unremittingly feign a bogus diadem upon my cranium. Magnificent is my mere existence and it would be wise for you to dote upon it. Enigmatic and alluring beyond all others for charisma flows through my veins and is a part of me forever and always. Detestation and revulsion follows me every step thy takes; nevertheless as does devotion; with my own bunch of delinquents; the Valach whom do as I say. Familiarity encircles my given name; I am known by all.
Thy dost what thy dost and thy do dost it glowing.
Should one suffer from a daydream of defeating thy; it best to awake and apologise to thy
Pachid Coyotas ~ ☺ ~
The spiritless character that stands as my superlative comrade? Towering levels of respect and value for him I have – in spite of the dejectedness of his character. Focused completely internally is Pachid’s primary mode of living – the opposed to thyself. Stimulate and kindle my appeal to him it does. My voice of reason – act he does as thy conscience. Believe many do that I, Andracos, not have a conscience, but oh, actually I do, I do – though rarely listen I do to my guide. Does not he, play my games with me. Never, not ever. Though it flows all the way through his breed from head to toe, exist not it does in his veins; violence that is. His birth-right it is, as a prowler of the night, but still does not subsist within him. Allurement it is for me, my opposite.
I shall defend his honour with every fibre of my being.
Ty ~ ♥♥~
Arh, she whom is made of air, Miss Air? With illuminating eyes and the contrast of hair? Black and Blue! I desire to knowth exactly how laughter burst from her. I yearn to knowth what composes tears to swell in her blue, blue eyes. Give, give, give I will and do. A charming smile to ease her distress. Her knight in glistening armour will be I. My physic of tight muscle will waver she, my skin of colour ivory and mouth so alluring, curse me she will for it. Hair as sleek as the night itself and eyes a venomous yellow she will see not. And the time will cometh when braid our cells together do, like living thread. Heart of hers will crack open, craving to migrate and merge with mine – it will, it will. It always does, whenever I will it. But then a twist in fate, for I am the evil one; the antagonist to her tale that is life. Stare I will, ever so darkly, so avidly that nod will be her only movement. And after, a never-ending sleep will be her only wish. And never she will remove the thoughts, the whispers will coo in her mind and she will hear it in the breeze.
She shall question - did he rape my head too?
This ones, deserving beyond the regular pursuit, beyond the regular hunting – a game it is for me to woo and then destroy.
Crow ~ ☺ ~
Request attitude on She-wolf? Well firstly, knowth better do I than to hunt a hunter. Desire not I, she and nor she, I. Easier it makes it to befriend and indeed a friend she stands. She, like Pachid, has a very rich inner world which is by no means obvious to observers. Exceedingly aware of her core mental state she endeavours ever so constant to remain in a neutral state; abnormal tis for her species. Stress never Crow does about needless burdens – value do I that feature. To thy, strike a chord she does as a flower-child, though vastly darker. Association that with all species, great and tiny, twas only through she that unawakened does ones soul remain 'til one has loved an animal, I did absorb. Connected she and I did, during our undertakings assigned to us by Mr. Seil – the nightly raids and ravage of towns. The mass slaughter of all whom Mr. Seil enemies.
Fanciful she and I work.
Arina Lécuyer ~ ☺ ~
Thou little gypsy lamb? Our first encounter ‘twas not at the carnival. Oh, no, no, no. At that time, in the past, survive she did, as a fortune teller in her cart, travelling around and around. Know now I do that she sees not the crystal – dead, dead, dead she would be if her life depended on reading an accurate fortune. Anyhow, Attempted hoodwink upon me – faulty fortune. I saw, sharp eyes, observed the scam. Conversely the little gypsy slipped through my venomous hands before a lecture and more could be given. Her sagacity allows for her to detect dangerousness and gravity; mine in particular. Latch she does to things stronger than she, educated I am, through the carnival. Hoodwink upon Mr. Seil twice, I do believe – catch he will the next time round. Her time has drawn to an end twice with not enough souls. Though, here she stays – relish it I deem she. Like many, a home she has here and a family, accepting of her ways. On and off I find my approval of she. Though, a hand of mine shall never befall her.
An amusement Arina is to me, without the need to slay or lay her down.
Soren Novák ~ ☠ ~
Pft, the self-regarding one with never-ending pride?Such an improper one. Though his self-importance may fetch him trouble. I advise not in sharing his dogma with me; I care not. I fret not over the little greedy demon, he is of no bother. Nauseating to my core, at times he does make me – believing himself more charismatic than I. Yes, yes factual it is that few have befallen his smile, but roll my eyes do, for I too wooed the same. Swaggering, halt he never will until he has what he desire. But even he know not. “Desire it all!” he proclaims. A waist of existence, my belief, is of he. Greed, hunger and self-indulgence will be his undoing. He knows not, why still residing at the carnival he is – another flaw of his persona.
In fact I do believe I look forward to our next encounter – we’ll see what he hurls in my direction.
Reira Masin ~ ♥ ~
A week less, she has been at the carnival. Little, naive human. Wonder I do, if aware she is of what she is in for here. Noble, I admit, unlike the vast array of others, her motive for being here is. But enough of that, care not I do for the girl. Mortals are too cherished by I to toy with. Oh, ever so easy and stress-free it is to mislead them. To delude them and fabricate kindness – never does one observe the serpent that is right under their nose. And when they ever do, time has betrayed and too late it is for them to act against. Save her, I believe I will set aside she, for that moment in time future when in need I am of a swift and informal target to amuse me. Though slay her I will not. Alive, alive, alive I will keep this one, for have I will, an endless supply of an easy victim.
Ponder and deliberate for Andracos’ future needs I do – for deprivation shall not become of me.
Celleci ~ ◑ ~
The forever lost one? Pitiful to me, her sight is. Senseless little angel – others proclaim that rise, rise, rise she did far beyond her female restrictions and margins. Find that I do, ever so distasteful. Dishonourable, shameful to her race and to herself she exists. I rather like females beneath me, figuratively and quite literally. Discernibly, in denial she is, without a shred of doubt – untainted she credits herself. When veracity and truth state otherwise, you pitiful thing, for you are a disgrace and polluted. Do inform me, a female angel, what is she when deprived of pureness? Even if vanished the tiniest of bits. Worthless and insignificant tis be the answer. Chagrined and abashed she ought to be.
Wheneth the time rises and this lost one, this impure one, endeavors to go above and beyond true purity of my true love, shall I will, without hesitation guillotine her and bath, immersion and soak shall the true angel in her red,red blood. Heart eaten by me, she will find.
Calista Luinaree ~ ◑ ~
Over-suspicious witch? Express amusement I do at she, laugh, laugh, laugh. Knowledge she craves, oh contradictory of her character. For how, how can one absorb all knowledge and gen when desperately suspicious and wary one is of all thing, great and least. Her undoing it will be, her desire of knowledge blended with her distrust. It renders her incapable of exploring each and every avenue and possibility. A miserable and wretched blue life is that to thy. Fathom do I, fear and dread – suffered thy own in the deep, dark past, have I. Conversely, it ought to compose courage, strength and valour, like I, not the reverse, feebleness and instability, like she. Wish, she should have, to overcome her paranoia, for she will never truly live until she does so.
My words to she, is this – darling paranoid, white, magician it is as bad and horrible as it appears and out to get you they all are.
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ ♥ ◑ ♥ …? ~
The fire-breathing faerie… sigh, sigh, sigh. Essential you inquire of thou? … If answer is duty then.
Conflicted, is thy. Disharmonized in my mind’s eye. Why, questions thou? Why?... Well if inquisitiveness befalls you, so be it – be stunned and dazed not over its dark manner, for it ‘twas you whom asked the question and commanded an answer. Happen to be faeries do, as Andracos favourite and dearest species to play and make toy with. The greatest they are to hunt. The utmost pleasing they are to violate and abuse. And the absolute satisfying they are to slay and murder. Conflicted tis I, do I desire to perform all three acts on she, little red-haired pixie? But then again, a child is she. Surely not, older than I she is. Nevertheless frolic with voiceless dollies does she. Thus only a little child… In the beginning, drawn my line was and inflexible ‘twas it to bring harm to younglings. Until now, shifting tis it, fading the line is.
The question that haunts me presently with she, little firefly, just how dark is Andracos Soleviel?
Vol ~ ◑ ~
Dispassionate, unsympathetic, obscure and ever so self-regarding - mannerisms in which I do not only relish but be in possession of. However demon blood flows not through his veins thus makes me dreary to me for he is parallel to all other sirens. And oh how every lacklustre they all are. Ever so proud of my demon croovy. Perhaps one day, comrades we shall become – although I do believe his heart would have to darken for that to be so. Oh my, how we could hunt together for a partner in my crimes I yearn for at times, not all the time, but on the odd occasion. Amusing it would be. Glad I stand, for he never steps on the tracks in which a run and own. And nor I his. A reciprocate, yet silent agreement surely does exist between us. Though roll my eyes do, at his demeanour, try his hardest to grand himself - it will never befall him.
Always others shall be above him and his charm. And yes I am one of them.
Eikki Dreadlight ~ ◑ ~
The merman whom dwells only in his humble abode? Not much have I to truly voice for he is of the lonesome nature. Lost is he, I do believe, without a past. Tut, tut, such a pity to befall amnesia – though elucidate it does, nice and sparkling clear, his nonexistence of strength of will and mind. For only the feeble and weak minded can lose such a thing. Dost naught to seek out companionship or rapport this manfish does, and nor do I pursue his. Merfolk have faith in their own desirability but alas they shall never compare to that of a siren. His mere existence though does naught even exist to me – therefore I surely do have lack thereof to voice. A mere another soul for the taking by that of the Wish Master.
Nalia Armstrong ~ ◑ ~
Appy Polly Loggies, for I am unable to provide an accurate comment due to my lack of alliance with said individual
Nathan Armstrong ~ ◑ ~
Another whom be recently recruited – my, my keep his roster overflowing the Wish Master does yes? Again I pardon myself for I know not this droog either.
Imalia ~ ◑ ~
Arh – the outdated one of my kind. Yes, exist as beautiful I admit openly however her beauty be only skin deep for it does not reach her soul. Factual she is to her class; a perfect description. There be naught unique about her for all that is to be acknowledged can be read in any accurate book. Cousins our breeds exist, resulting in immunity from allurement. Candidly nil of a curiosity has, I, Andracos in any breed that does run parallel to my own – sirens. A thought struck my mind like lightening – perhaps Mr. Seil be a collector of sorts. Endeavouring to have contracted any and all species. Put past him such a thing I would not. Doubt highly do I that this siren of the sea shall full-fill her contract resulting in permanent ownership by the Wish Master.
Jing Lao ~ ◑ ~
Haha, the china man whom be oddly feminine? Exceptionally well mannered and I do prize that in such individuals. However, feel do I, Andracos, that this china man knows nothing behind tranquility. And a pity it would be should one not feel the heat of true anger, to not embrace the touch of a lover and to not know the blues of sadness. An incomplete life that would be and feel I do, that be his life. Waste be that of a life. Pity really. Though title him with the adjective of ‘pretty’ which be few and far between. When doest thy eyes graze over such one subdue the itch and craving to strangle him. I know not the seed of such urge. The sound that snapping the neck off little man would please grandly I. Notion seed perhaps that of mere dislike. Unknown be it to thy otherwise.
Aside from said notion I have little to voice about little china man.
Angoriel ~ ☠ ~
That one? That Tartarus Angel… Oh how long do I to see his red, red croovy flow like a dainty stream along the earth. His presence wraths me. Agitation by his mere name. Go back to your station Tartarus! Fly, fly in return to Urbaniel, whereth you belong – Tartarus slave. That all be he and his kind – slave. ‘Oh wo is thy for here only to wish freedom for my brothers and sisters.’ Make better use of the mutt thy believe our grand Wish Master should – guard, slave – whatever our hearts desire. 56 measly years he be here at our home and still in contract. But oh how great and grand he deems his abilities. Slay already and collect said number of souls and remove yourself from thy family for not wanted be you.
Why dost magnificent Andracos loath him so? Simple – because I can.
