WHAT IS YOUR UNDERLYING MOTIF?

WHAT IS YOUR UNDERLYING MOTIF?

The Lightning Rod

Whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. You are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. Some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. They don’t know enough about you. The difference is in who wants to learn more. Keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. Matshona Dhliwayo said “Lightning strikes but does not roar.” Your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

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Well, tonight had been a real shitshow. What was supposed to have been a quick clean-out turned out to be more than Roman had bargained for, the group of thugs encroaching on his turf backed up with some real killer artillery. Definitely not some run-of-the-mill gang looking to pick up some parking meter change; it had been a trap and Roman charged in with all guns blazing only to end up against a firing squad himself. Kind of impressive actually, the simplicity of the scheme in which to draw Roman Sionis onto the street for an easy kill. Targeting his dealers and disrupting the flow of narcotics had been one thing but the joy of making an example out of the culprits, now they knew he'd find that irresistable. Roman would have smiled had he still had the strength. Scarface knew him better than he knew himself, the vicious little wooden bastard. However, Roman could only swallow, feeling oddly thirsty despite the strong taste of blood upon his tongue. He’s bleeding out fast and knows it, unable to repress a shudder at his impending demise. Then again it might have been his body beginning to convulse - already he could feel the cold, dark fingers of death reaching out for him like so many others had been claimed tonight. Speaking of Death, the bastard was already hovering over his corpse. It wasn't Scarface, much to his surprise. The odd, scratching voice that reached his dimming ears didn't carry the gloating words he'd been expecting, of luring him out onto his own turf that would now belong to him. Similarly the dark frame kneeling above his corpse wasn't chubby like the Ventriloquist Scarface had dubbed his puppet - this newcomer was thin and lanky, their silhouette so tall that overhead lights were blotted out, fanning behind the top of their head like some sort of nightmarish halo. He'd never put much stock into religion but in that moment, it looked like an awful lot like the Angel of Death had come for him. Or so he'd thought. Death didn't ask how badly you wanted to live, saying that your luck hadn't run out just yet. Roman swallowed again, coughing wetly as he struggled to get a better look at his saviour's face. It wasn't Batman or any of the other morons stupid enough to try saving the crime lord's life and with a bullet lodged in his lung, even the Bat wouldn't have been able to perform any miracles at this point. Well, fuck. What else did he have to lose? Roman figured the other person wasn't asking out of the goodness of their little heart, that payment would be involved one way or the other but right now he didn't have the time or energy to lay out the terms of any contracts, the fires of his hot blood now growing cold and dim. "... F-fuck it. Do what you c-can, n' I'll m-make it w-w-worth your w-while..." Roman spits, his words trailing off as a violent hacking fit overcomes him. The crime lord sighs as his strength gives out, jaw going slack as he fights bitterly to maintain eye contact until his last breath. He wasn't ready to leave this life yet, especially not by the hand of some two-bit chump he didn't even know the name of.

What kind of NPC are you?

Secret BBEG

You are carrying so many feelings inside of yourself that never see the light of day, huh? The adventuring party you keep running into jokes and messes around with you, but they have no idea who you really are and they haven't even bothered trying to figure it out either. There's a reason secret is in the title, and it's because there are a lot of people out there who have been underestimating or overlooking you. The important things about you anyways. The ones you wish people would understand, but it seems like they just consistently disappoint. And while you are the last person they would want to do that to, how would they even know until it was too late? You keep things so tightly under wraps after all. You're the type of person who can blend in and move around behind the scenes unnoticed, but that doesn't mean you aren't working hard. In fact, you're probably working harder than most of the people being lauded super publicly for all of their accomplishments. You're just not loud about it. One day, when you either snap or when your carefully set plans fall into place and you're able to reveal how you really feel... well, everyone is in for one hell of a ride.

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Roman's last memory of his parents back when they were still alive were ones of fear, the difference being that this time it was they who were the ones that were afraid and not him. Furious at having caught him sleeping with the company's top model, Mrs. Sionis went to strike Roman, only for him to snap her wrist and send her flying into a nearby bookcase where her head was cut open by a sharp wooden corner. Roman was no longer a small child they could push around without consequences; at 17, he was already far too big for even Mr. Sionis to handle and the fear they showed that night was the push their son needed to know he was ready to kill them. He still remembers the sight of fear in their eyes, how powerful it made him feel. In his opinion, it was the first time they'd ever shown him the slightest damn bit of respect and even today, in his eyes, fear is respect.

Roman is very dominant in the bedroom and that goes triple for male partners. You will be on the receiving end and you'll like it too, and if not, tough titties, he's topping or else there won't be any playtime for you. It's a very, very rare occasion he'll willingly cede control to another man and let them take him instead.

Sometimes when Roman is feeling really vindictive, he'll make his victim look like either his mother or father depending on their gender. He may no longer own Janus Cosmetics but Roman is still very good at applying make up and transforming another person's appearance.