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all he wanted was some fucking coffee . can feel that / thing / itching under his skin . tugging sleeve down . hood up , coffee .
he'll get a damn coffee and go .
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if anyone has questions about his abilities i am happy to answer ^^
( this takes inspiration from a interactive story called drink your villain juice ; but is not a copy , most of this character is my own thoughts and what not . )
/ rough outline of the whole , tendril thing .
they have some sentience , in the sense that if his mind is elsewhere they may move as a distraction .
it's like an intch beneath his skin , when not using , gets worse the longer he keeps
it hidden .
v does have a tendency to abuse substances to dull the call .
his abilities were not , born with ; he is kinda a lab rat , experiment gone , wrong or right prospective depending .
( he got out , so most likely more wrong . )
his abilities were not something he was born with but forced upon him . not venom like , the tendrils can be hidden and do not have vocal sentience .
( if unused for too long his veins tend to raise to view in black lines . )