Veilsight

There are Eyes in the Walls

The city unfolded before Knox like a familiar, worn map. He navigated its streets with an almost preternatural ease, his movements fluid and instinctive. He knew every pothole, every blind corner, every subtle shift in the urban landscape. Hell, he could probably drive these routes blindfolded and still end up exactly where he intended. This was his territory, the concrete jungle where he had been born and bred. He had spent his entire life within these city limits, never venturing beyond its invisible borders. He had never experienced the awe of towering mountains, the serenity of rolling fields, or the vast expanse of a starlit sky undisturbed by the city's harsh glow. His entire existence had been defined by the limited offerings of this oppressive place, a reality that chafed at his very soul.

He was accustomed to the monotonous palette of dull whites, stark greys, and bleak blacks that painted the urban canvas. The ever-present surveillance cameras, like unblinking eyes, monitored every move, casting a perpetual shadow of suspicion over the populace, as if each citizen were a potential criminal. He loathed it. The feeling of being trapped, confined within the invisible walls of this urban prison. The constant surveillance, the suffocating sense of being watched and judged. He hated it all. The weight of this all-consuming animosity threatened to crush him, a dark cloud that perpetually hung over his head. That was why he carried his anger management pills, little chemical soldiers deployed to subdue the simmering rage, dulling the sharp edges of his resentment, even if only momentarily. They didn't erase the hatred, but they managed to turn down the volume just enough to prevent him from detonating.

As he approached his destination, Knox slammed on the brakes with a suddenness that sent a jolt through his spine. He rounded the corner with a controlled drift, expertly maneuvering his car into the closest parking spot. Killing the engine, he locked the doors with a decisive click, jamming his hands into his pockets and striding towards the inviting glow of the bar. Neon white lights cast a stark, almost clinical illumination over the entrance, a beacon calling him in.

He moved with a studied indifference, his face a carefully constructed mask of calm detachment. He was well-versed in the art of ignoring the lingering gazes and whispered comments that invariably trailed in his wake. The envious glances from the men, the hungry looks from the women, he had become accustomed to the attention, finding it neither flattering nor particularly bothersome. It was merely another constant in this city, a city filled with masked faces, blank expressions, and hollow stares. Just nothing. Feeling. Nothing. Emotion. Nothing. All residents of this metropolis, all with nothing to offer.

Suddenly, Knox froze, his forward momentum abruptly arrested. His carefully cultivated indifference shattered, replaced by a flicker of something akin to astonishment. A woman. He saw a woman. She was not one of the overly sculpted, sexually repressed, and pompous women who populated this city, their hair artificially brightened, too much to see if they were just trying too hard, their bodies augmented with silicon and plastic, their faces plastered with layers of makeup thicker than skin, all in a desperate attempt to attract the attention of a willing, or more likely, desperate man. She possessed none of the dull colours or even duller intellects that seemed to define the city’s female population. No, this woman was different. Very, very different. So different that, for a fleeting moment, his carefully constructed façade cracked, revealing a glimpse of the genuine bewilderment that lurked beneath. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and his emerald eyes narrowed, trying to take in the unusual details.

He struggled to comprehend her. Her hair, a vibrant cascade of a shade that reminded him of a flower he once saw depicted in an antique book, was unlike anything he had ever encountered. Her clothes, too, were a stark departure from the city's sombre uniformity, which seemed to defy the city's drab conformity, like a memory forgotten. He stood there, mesmerised, his head tilted slightly to the side as if trying to decipher a complex puzzle. She was a creature from another planet. Her presence was an anomaly, a vibrant glitch in the monotonous matrix of his world. Then, as if snapping out of a trance, he shook his head, the brief moment of vulnerability vanishing behind his practised mask. He hurried into the bar, ignoring the familiar greetings from the bouncers and the patrons who had known him since he was a child, his mind racing to reconcile this unexpected encounter with the stark reality of his existence.

There are Eyes in the Walls

With a reluctant groan, Knox peeled himself from the comforting embrace of the couch and ambled towards his walk-in closet in the adjacent room, shedding his sweat-soaked clothes along the way. He was, to put it mildly, a striking figure. A study in controlled power, sculpted by rigorous discipline and a touch of raw genetics. Lean muscle rippled beneath his tanned skin, a testament to countless hours spent honing his physique. His dark, black hair possessed a natural wave, just artfully dishevelled enough to avoid appearing overly primped, framing a face that could launch a thousand ships, or at least incite envy in the hearts of seasoned male models. Eyes the colour of vibrant emeralds, flecked with hints of gold, held a depth that hinted at both intelligence and a simmering intensity, a captivating contrast to the chiselled lines of his jaw and the subtle curve of his lips. And, as if the gods had decided to bestow upon him an extra measure of favour, he was, undoubtedly, well-endowed, a legacy he attributed to his father's fortunate lineage, a stark contrast to the woman who had carried him.

Despite this near-perfect canvas, Knox's skin was a chaotic tapestry of imperfections. Scars, like jagged etchings, crisscrossed his shoulders and back, whispering tales of past battles and reckless abandon. Bruises, in various shades of purple and green, bloomed across his ribs and arms, the unfortunate souvenirs from his sparring sessions or perhaps darker encounters. Faint, silvery lines marked old burns, reminders of youthful indiscretions or calculated risks, and a motley collection of cuts and scrapes seemed to constantly adorn his knuckles and shins. He deserved them, every single mark. They were the physical manifestations of his inner turmoil, a constant reminder of his transgressions. Worse still, a disturbing part of him had learned to crave the sting, the ache, the tangible proof of his existence.

He shrugged off these thoughts, pulling a crisp black shirt from a neatly arranged rack. The fabric, a subtle blend of cotton and silk, draped effortlessly over his torso, accentuating the contours of his chest and shoulders. A pair of dark grey tailored pants completed the ensemble, a carefully curated look that exuded effortless cool. He caught a fleeting glimpse of himself in the full-length mirror, his expression tight, bordering on disdain. Without lingering, he grabbed his keys, wallet, and a bottle of prescription-strength anti-anxiety pills. All shoved haphazardly into his pockets; he didn't care about wrinkles or appearances; these were purely for function. He swiftly stepped into the sleek, modern elevator that whisked him down from his penthouse sanctuary into the private garage below. He slid behind the wheel of his black sports car, the engine purring to life with a low, menacing growl. He accelerated with a speed that bordered on reckless, carving through the city streets towards the alluring neon glow of the closest bar, a temporary haven in the swirling storm of his mind.

There are Eyes in the Walls

Knox's jaw tightened, his gaze fixed on the worn leather of the boxing bag as the shrill, relentless ringing of his phone echoed through the room. It was his mother, of course. Who else would be so persistently determined to penetrate the fortress of his indifference? He stubbornly refused to acknowledge the sound, a childish act of rebellion against the woman who had birthed him. He wasn't inherently cruel, not a monster who reveled in causing pain, or at least that's what he told himself. There were, admittedly, aspects of his personality that could be construed as… questionable. But he shoved the unwelcome introspection aside, focusing instead on the simmering anger that coiled in his gut. With a guttural yell, he slammed his fist into the heavy bag, the impact jarring through his arm. He pummeled it with a ferocity that bordered on self-destruction until his knuckles throbbed, the thin bandages offering little protection against the brutal onslaught.

Finally, the infernal ringing ceased. The old bag, as he so affectionately thought of her, had finally gotten the message. He glanced down at his hand, the blood blooming crimson against the white of the bandages. A grimace twisted his lips as he cursed under his breath, ripping the makeshift protection away. He stumbled over to the worn couch, collapsing onto its surface like a marionette with severed strings. Black hair fell across his forehead, plastered to his skin with sweat. The damp singlet clung to the sculpted lines of his body, a testament to countless hours spent honing his physique. He needed a reprieve, a temporary escape from the pressures that gnawed at him. A drink, perhaps. Or maybe the intoxicating warmth of a willing woman. Ideally, all three, and maybe all at once, a potent cocktail designed to numb the sharp edges of his reality.

There are Eyes in the Walls

Name: Knox

Full name: Knox William Harrington

Age: 21

Nationality: English

Talents/Skills: He is incredibly intelligent, as his parents forced him to excel in school and sent him to a wealthy private boarding school, where he graduated at the top of the class, setting multiple records that are yet to be beaten. He is fast and agile, being able to leap from rooftop to rooftop and is able to stay hidden in the shadows. His parents are also rather wealthy and give Knox pretty much whatever he wants.

Parents:
William Timothy Harrington
Trish Neve Harrington (Maiden name: Larkspur)
Trish fell in love with a wealthy Art dealer and Philanthropist, William. They, shortly after meeting, got married and, only a few years after marriage, had a son (Knox) and taught him the customs and language of both countries.

Significant Others: Knox is an only child and doesn’t have much, if anything, to do with his parents anymore, despite their attempts to reconnect. He has had multiple girlfriends and even more hookups, but nothing ever lasts long enough to be considered serious. When the women find out what he is really like, they leave.

Relationship Skills: Knox has pretty much no relationship skills. He finds being around people uncomfortable and usually avoids relationships, only sticking around for sex, making sure she knows that and then leaves. He is cold, but incredibly protective of those that he cares about. If you manage to capture his heart, he will do almost anything to make sure that said person is happy.

Physical Characteristics –
Height: 6’3
Weight: 70.6 kg (approximately 155.4 lb).
Eye colour: Deep emerald green with darker shades of green around the iris
Hair colour: Black, but in the light some strands look a dark chocolate brown
Skin colour: White

Distinguishing Features: His green eyes, built, lean body and height put together make it very hard for people to miss him and even harder to resist. He is also covered in scars, from where his parents used to beat him when he didn’t live up to their expectations, and his own.

How Does He Dress?: Knox normally wears long sleeves and long pants to cover the scars that cover his body. He is very self-conscious of them despite how he acts. He wears very expensive clothes and normally layers no matter how hot it is. He also will normally wear a silver watch on his wrist, a gift from his father. He hates it, but it tells the time and it reminds him of his parents.

Mannerisms: Having grown up in a wealthy family, Alexander is a proper gentleman, opening doors and always insisting on ladies first. He is polite, but can also be rude. He despises his parents. He is often a blank canvas, but his anger can sometimes make him snap; in that case, he will often take his anger management pills. He can be snide and self-centred, but underneath it all, he is a massive softy.

Habits: Knox suffers from depression which he tries to ignore, but sometimes it can get to be to much, which in that case he has a tendency to draw his own blood which he will feel incredibly guilty for afterwards and will do everything in his power to hide the wounds until they heal fully, in most cases leaving more scars and starting the cycle of again. He is hooked on his anger management pills, and sometimes, if he feels angry, sad, or depressed, he will take a few pills just to get a little high. He once tried to OD on them, but he doesn’t like to talk about it. He often will stay quiet at gatherings, it being a habit of his to just remain silent, just like his parents taught him to. He can also forget to eat for days at a time, only remembering when his body starts to act up, which makes him annoyed, thinking that he is weak.

Health: His mental health is a wreck, but he is in very good physical shape, despite his sometimes present wounds, and neglected eating habits; he works out all the time, finding it relaxing.

Hobbies: drinking, reading, working out, staring into space for hours at a time, boxing, rock climbing, piano, painting, and a list of other things that his parents made him take up when he was younger.

Favourite Sayings:
• You're the reason the gene pool needs a lifeguard!
• I'd explain it to you, but I left my English-to-Dingbat dictionary at home!
• You're the reason God created the middle finger!
• You're so dense, light bends around you!
• You're a joke, and not a funny one!
• You have the personality of a wet mop!

Speak Patterns: Despite his parents' best attempts at trying to teach him proper diction, Alexander tends to use more modern phrasing. He has a very wide vocabulary (including insults) and tends to use larger words that most people don’t know, which would often get him scolded.

Disabilities: When he was young, Knox fell off a brick wall while trying to run away from home and broke his leg; it never really healed quite right, and now, in the colder weather, it can cause him pain. As well as when he runs over large distances, or just some days, it will act up. Despite this, he still trains with his ‘bad leg’, doing extensive runs to try and strengthen it, but it only causes him pain and for his condition to worsen.

Style: Moody Elegance

Greatest Flaw/s: He hates himself and the world. He is dark, untrustful and rude and can’t seem to get out of his own head despite how hard he tries. He is incredibly emotional when he opens up to people and then hates himself for burdening others with his own problems, which he thinks he should be able to deal with on his own.

Best Qualitie/s: He is very generous, often giving much to charities.

Emotional Characteristics:
Strengths: He is very smart, strong, fast, agile, can speak multiple languages and has more random skills that will just randomly appear. He is a very fast learner and can master almost anything within a few moments. He is also incredibly rich.

Weaknesses: He has depression, SH’s, suicidal ideation and past attempts, is addicted to his anger management pills and is now considered a drug addict and has anger issues.

Extrovert or Introvert?: Ambivert - Depending on how he is feeling he will either stay at home and do quiet activities, but sometimes he craves to be around ‘friends’ and will often get himself drunk which will turn him into an Extrovert.

How Does This Character Deal With Anger?: Knox can’t deal with anger, without his meds, he will yell, and possibly become aggressive or maybe just take his anger out on himself, harming himself or others. With his meds, he still gets angry, but can manage it better often however, he will take more pills than needed to get himself high.

With Sadness?: When he is in public Knox will build mental walls around himself and will seem mostly unaffected by such things. But as soon as he is alone his response can range from having a mental breakdown, crying, SH’ing, SA, anger, or more.

With Conflict?: He will often just watch conflict, finding it entertaining, but when he has to step in he does so calmly. However when he is in the conflict things tend to escalate quickly and can often lead to broken bones.

With Change?: Knox has been through enough change to not mind it anymore. He will just try to go with the flow, but big change can make him feel uncomfortable and very isolated, which can result in a mix of other emotions and reactions.

With Loss?: He normally just freezes just like he does when he is stunned or shocked. He doesn’t know what to do, how to react. It takes him a while to process, but when he does his reactions can range from anger to sadness and their own responses may vary.

What Does This Character Want Out Of Life?: He doesn’t know. He is just trying to make it through each day, and sometimes he can’t even do that right.

What Frightens This Character?: Himself, he fears the things that he can, might, will, and has done in the past. Also he has a phobia or rulers and belts which are just a few of the objects that his parents used to beat him with. He can use and wear the items still, it just makes him feel uncomfortable and when other people use them in such a way it can send him into a panic attack. Such as hitting a ruler in the palm of your hand.

What Makes This Character Happy?: Knox loves to read, and to just be himself. He also loves to work out and use his hands to fix cars or an array of other items. He also finds brief relief in the bedroom in the arms of a stranger.

Is This Character Judgmental Of Others?: Yes, he can be very judgmental of others at times, but when it comes to ‘friends’ he will fight with anyone who says something against them. He can often be rude to others, but there is nobody he judges more than himself.

Is This Character Generally Polite Or Rude?: He is often quiet, but can be both rude and polite at times, for example holding the door open, but then also swearing at someone the next moment.

Fight-Flight-Freeze-Fawn Response?: Knox often freezes in the face of danger or fear. Something that he did as a child when his parents punished him, but also something that has just stuck with him. Sometimes however he will throw himself head first into danger with no regards for his own safety just so he can feel something.

Spiritual Characteristics:
Does This Character Believe In God?: No, neither his mother nor father could agree on a religion that they wanted to nurture into him as a child, so instead they left it up to him. Throughout his whole life, nothing ever came easily to him, and so he decided that the only thing he would believe in was himself. That was the only thing he could trust, and sometimes he couldn’t even trust himself.

What Are This Characters Spiritual Beliefs?: Atheist

Is Religion Or Spirituality A Part Of This Character's Life?: No, but sometimes he can’t help but wonder if there is something more. A god that hates him and wished this life upon him.

If So, What Role Does It Play?: It is something he thinks of when he is feeling down, a question that haunts his mind.

There are Eyes in the Walls

Hello Adeline,
you may call me Veilsight, or Veil if that works for you!
I must admit that I am very interested in this RP, and I am also interested in the particular role of 'The Guide'.
Please let me know your thoughts on the matter. I wish you an amazing rest of your day/night.
- Veilsight ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

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