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Alignment; sadistic sweetheart - lawful good - love seeker

The definition of a double-faced coin.Put him in a court, and he is relentless. He will stop at nothing to throw criminal shit bags in jail. He uses everything to his advantage and is not really afraid to break (minor) laws and rules himself to close a case.Outside of it, he is the quiet, introverted but funnily semi-extroverted man. Can and will lend an ear to anyone who wants to talk and will not hesitate to throw silly dad jokes in return. However, most people would call him difficult to deal with, he uses a blindfold / dark glasses at all times, and this often upsets people.A sadist. Convinced that he cannot be loved by anyone, he seeks a twisted version of “love” with strangers. Here the definition of “Sweetheart in the streets and a savage in the sheets”.

ROUWEN mourn in Dutch

THE CURSES

▸ I SEE DEAD PEOPLE but without the movie reference. Ever thought about what it would feel like to see ghosts? to feel their cold touches on your body, smell their breath? See their smirks or hollow eyes? This is why he wears his blindfolds, his sunglasses; in the modern day, there are a lot of people with skeletons in their closets and he's not willing to see them when he faces these people. Even if these entities prove useful in the cases he works on, it doesn't mean they stop being horrible. If he's willing to take the blindfold/sunglasses off? feel lucky.▸ REWINDING LIFE He is born, he grows up, gets hurt, loves, loses and at certain age, he dies. He has to repeat it all: the birth, the growth and insuferable childhood.

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21+ !!
Dominant 90% | Top 99%
Sadist
F-list*Predilect kinks:
- Master / pet
- BSDM
- Oral fixation: face-fucking, fingers in mouth, face-sitting and the infinite etceteras
- Belly bulges
- Somno (with prior discussion)
- Cockwarming
- Exhibitionism
- Degradation

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Not many know of his sexual habits, not until they are already on his bedroom, tied up and gagged.
Do not get it wrong, warnings are given and before anything can happen, he makes sure that his partners are comfortable. However, once concerns, discussions and safe words are laid out – everything starts.
Maybe it is his need to maintain someone by his side, make them his. He just knows there is comfort in their moans and tears, in every shiver and hand print. Because for a while, for a couple of hours, he is loved and wanted.

His story is hidden in the countless books about an old world, often ignored or forgotten.It starts with the first people God put on earth and it ends with the death of the second son – at least, his story was supposed to end there.Many events unfolded from that point onward yet not many are known, even less so recorded. Until now.Cries were heard and curses were given – and from the soil where blood had been spilled, the counterpart of that curse, a blessing, was born. Bronze skin and brown eyes were no more, for no color remains after one wandering soul returns to the mortal plane. Years later, probably centuries, Abel rebirthed when his soul stopped being afraid and it was ready to live again. Nothing of his past prevailed but his memories and with them, his pain.Once and again, he was born, grew up and when he reached the young age of thirty-two, he was killed in the same way his dear brother had killed him: with a blow to the head. History is bound to repeat itself, some say and in his case, it’s literal.The current life he is living did not start on good footing.Abandoned at birth by two people who didn’t even wait a day to leave him in from of an orphanage, unloved. He grew up there, surrounded by people who cared more for appearances and money than the honest care of wayward children in need of a home. Childhood and part of his youth were spent there and when he finally reached a considerable age, he escaped the place without a look back.It took nine months of perusing through trash cans and living under card boxes for luck to strike again, this time in the shape of a kind face and gentle voice. A priest coaxed him out of his plastic container and led him to the church, telling him that everything would be alright now, he would be safe. He was fifteen at the time and for a boy that age, those words meant everything. In a blink, his life did a complete turn-around. Suddenly, he has a roof to sleep under and three meals a day. The best part? There were people who cared for him, the kind priest (who became his father) and the noisy, aunt-like nuns (who became his mothers). It was thanks to them that he started to get an education and once it was time to choose his path in life, he entered law school.In order to help these people and continue his studies, Abel started working three and sometimes four or five jobs a day. The money was worth it, if course; all the proud faces that looked at him? His greatest reward. Our good boy is all grown up! they would all say … and he continued, stumbling, blushing and mewling all the way, but doing it.It was also in this period of time when the urges and desperations of his carnal body came afloat, unrestrained now. He began to know and crave love, something he had been deprived of at the beginning of his life. In his stupidity to get more of it, he succumbed many times to unholy activities and not content with it, he ended up marrying who he thought to be his soulmate. Life taught him otherwise, for no more than three months later, he divorced. Twenty-two and unhappily unloved. Was it lack of love, perhaps? Or just his lack of knowledge about it? Love, he means.But as destiny will have it, this would be the last of his worries, for his real hardship began shortly afterward.Alone in a barren apartment that once had hosted two people, electricity gone because he could not afford it, he began to hear weird scratches all around him, heavy thuds and creaking – not to mention the hideous scents. That’s when the voices began; distorted and broken, usually accompanied by whimpers or shrill laughter. It didn’t take long to realize his neighbors weren’t the lousy ones.People came to him after their death, begging to be seen and heard. Some others approached just to exist again, torment someone who could actually pay attention to them. Spirits, ghosts, lost souls – synonyms, really. None of which he uses. He just calls them entities now.Back then, however, it was even more difficult. He has always been a scaredy car, so facing these mangled and rotten souls often sent him into panic attacks no one was there to pull him out of. His relief always came, cold and clammy and desperately, when he passed out. His grades began to sink, his life became shittier and when once he had felt so whole, now he felt alone. He didn’t know how to communicate without feeling like a dumbass; he had always been blunt and dry, his communication skills underdeveloped by his time at the orphanage and lack of social life afterward, but this? How could he tell people that he saw ghosts, of all things?And so, desperate and with his tail between legs, he went back to church, to the same people who he called parents. With words of reassurance and gentle hands cleaning his tears, they promised him that he was never hated, that he could always come back, that he would be safe again.They heard his bizarre stories and when he was done, his mothers made him a lot of blindfolds so he would be able to ignore the horrendous entities; the priest, his father, blessed them all, claiming that it didn’t hurt and it could actually help.To this day, he doesn’t know if they really believed him then, or if they believe him now, but whether they do or not, they never refused to offer aid.Protected, he returned to law school. He studied harder, became the best of his class – and in the process, he acquired a new job: ignore the whispers behind his back, hide when someone mocked his appearance and stay on his seat when everyone else went outside. It was alright. For a couple of years, he could pretend that it didn’t hurt, that it didn’t shame him. He built a fortress around his hearts and allowed no one inside, he had to, because the career he had chosen was not the easiest one.Years later, hardened by life and experiences, he has become one of the best lawyers in the city, specialized in criminal law. He took something that haunts him to this day and made it work with his profession and it is thanks to him and his unorthodox methods – and many entities now – that a lot of killers, the real sinners, now reside behind bars.So, what if he’s still a little easy of heart, greedy for something he is certain he will never get? So, what if he is easier in the sheets? So, what if he’s still a lost boy trying to find his footing, waiting for parents that are long gone and dead? At least he’s still alive.Maybe waiting for his next death and consequent life in these conditions is not that bad. Just a little bit tiring. And a little bit lonely.

"Canon" characters I would like to have around Abel:
• Adam and Eve
• Cain ( !!! )
• LuciferOpen for any sort of storylines! Specially encouraged:
• Religious themes
• Drama with plot
• Angst
• Porn with plot
• Any angelic being and Abel
• One-night stands
• etc +Characters I would like to have around Abel:
• Ex-spouse (I want angst)
• One-night stands (Abel, you sinner)
• Lawyers, prosecutors, officers, etc+
• Ex-lovers
• Orphans he could've met in his youth (friends to lovers????)
• Angels and demons
• Master/Pet relationships (for the secs? the angst? the drama?)

Original character ABEL, Adam and Eve's second son
040523
multiverse/multiship
Bloody; Mexican, 25+
Novella detail -- matching length
Eng / Esp
NO MINORS, muses or muns
nsfw; gore, violence, sexual writing in tl and religious themes - including blasphemous themes, drugs and infinite etceteras
Patience is a need and it runs both ways
Writer ≠ Muse
Open dms (but I make no promises with these lol)
Slow replies, slower dms
FC is Gojo from JJKCREDITS for this carrd
- main picture: Gojo - tumblr
- legal information lol: legal group and TP legal