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Aug. 19th, 2035 10:09 am
simon_said: (So I lied and said that I missed you)
 
 
 
 
 
 



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When Simon wanted something, he had two moods: smug, if he knew you wanted it, and petulant, if he knew you didn't. So far, Sheena had never seen his petulant side directed at her. Uninhibited, shameless, maybe even a little driven: they were well-matched. But like clockwork, on the weekends, he would turn up or send word, either way dripping with smug certainty, and a new request.
simon_said: (Don't let the front door hit you)
"Hey sweetheart, want a little fun?"

Simon made the offer as soon as the girl sat down next to him on the couch, holding out a hand on which two little triangular pills sat. A roll of them was in his other hand, wrapped in brown paper and obviously half-gone, as if he'd been going through them himself - and he had been, but not tonight, and not alone. Fun was a guarantee when a sudden burst of dopamine made everything feel good, and it kicked the libido into overdrive almost right away, for half an hour or so.

Simon was a fixture at college parties, even though he was as obviously a little too old as other partygoers were obviously a little too young, but his punk younger brother was a dealer, and a dealer's friends were usually welcome in frat houses like this one. For most of the evening he'd been sitting here, opposite the drinks table and close enough to shout suggestions to the DJ in the corner of the room, offering low, dry critiques of the people on the dance floor, taking sips from a silver hip flask, and grinning his friendly fox grin at anybody who passed by - and, sometimes, offering them something, like now.
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Maid - Cin.

From the city - Enchanted Gun.
simon_said: (so I had to lead you on)
Tell you what, cute stuff. If you're legal, why don't we meet? That last picture you sent flashing me - I saw the Railway Tower in the background. You're local. Fuck playing one-handed phonetag, I want to get in that. You can come to my place, or we can meet at a bar, or you can sit on my lap on a park bench somewhere for all I care. Tell me what you want, and we can make it happen.

-SS
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http://graveyardshift.dreamwidth.org/42116.html?thread=10034820#cmt10034820 7 (smut)
http://ninjainviolet.dreamwidth.org/20732.html?thread=54780#cmt54780 4
http://midnightsyndicate.dreamwidth.org/96424.html?thread=28993192#cmt28993192 3
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http://midnightsyndicate.dreamwidth.org/84393.html?thread=27053993#cmt27053993 16
http://midnightsyndicate.dreamwidth.org/75897.html?thread=28567929#cmt28567929 5, smut
http://midnightsyndicate.dreamwidth.org/75720.html?thread=27260616#cmt27260616 4 (smut)
http://midnightsyndicate.dreamwidth.org/91370.html?thread=29048298#cmt29048298 3 smut
http://midnightsyndicate.dreamwidth.org/75720.html?thread=27180488#cmt27180488 3 smut
http://thelaundryroom.dreamwidth.org/89010.html?thread=4080818#cmt4080818 3 smut
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http://midnighthotline.dreamwidth.org/25055.html?thread=4418015#cmt4418015 7
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http://midnighthotline.dreamwidth.org/25055.html?thread=4412383#cmt4412383 10
http://midnighthotline.dreamwidth.org/25055.html?thread=4412127#cmt4412127 2
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http://midnighthotline.dreamwidth.org/25055.html?thread=4625887#cmt4625887 7
http://midnighthotline.dreamwidth.org/25055.html?thread=4626143#cmt4626143 6
http://midnighthotline.dreamwidth.org/23459.html?thread=3877027#cmt3877027 19 (5 smut)
http://thelaundryroom.dreamwidth.org/92094.html#comments 4
http://thelaundryroom.dreamwidth.org/91330.html#comments 4 (smut)
http://thelaundryroom.dreamwidth.org/89756.html#comments 16 smut
http://thelaundryroom.dreamwidth.org/86369.html?thread=3950945#cmt3950945 9 smut

376 BONUS POINTS + 277 points banked = 653 points total.

-100 points for a smartphone, an aphro potion, two invis potions, and 2000 Otto.

553 points total.
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kink list

Anything else coming later, or just comment here and ask if I forget...
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PLAYER INFORMATION
NAME: Matt/mattnificent
ARE YOU 18 OR OLDER?: GETTING CLOSE TO DOUBLE THAT
CONTACT: mattnificent @ plurk
CURRENT CHARACTERS: Peter Pevensie

CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Simon Reyes
CANON: n/a
CANON POINT: n/a
CHARACTER AGE: 26
HISTORY: Born to a minor Erosian crime family, Simon Reyes lived a life of precarious privilege. His father was a mercenary wetworks man, a catspaw for hire specializing in kidnapping and blackmail for hire. Watching him and his friends, Simon quickly became disenchanted with any manner of moral code, all the moreso when his father's avowed neutrality got him killed.

Simon was thirteen at the time, and used to living the high life - having bundles of cash to spend or share with friends, as long as he didn't talk about where it came from. Silence and loyalty were the lessons taught around home, not morality. Not getting caught was the highest virtue, and whether that meant sneaking into a brothel for his birthday party, mugging the kids who sneered at his shabby housing (couldn't spend that blood money on anything taxable, after all), or just generally watching everything quietly, Simon was always a virtuous boy in his father's eyes.

In the end it did the family little good. One of his father's victims had a brother, and that brother was fixated on revenge. A messy murder-suicide played out, the end of it with Simon upstairs, sneaking back in after a night of petty crime to discover the tableau and agonize whether or not he should call the law. It didn't matter. A few minutes later it was over. Instead of the law, he found an unlabeled number in his father's wallet, called it, and requested a clean-up. The clean-up men let him keep a few incriminating souvenirs for himself, and praised him. Good kid. Kept it together.

He kept it together. But for years that was the end of luxury. There was no more cash coming in, and a splintered family to provide for. His older sister married and left town, his brothers became thugs, his mother went back to her family. Only Simon stayed in their condo. And Simon, slowly, was getting angry.

Things were supposed to be better than this.

Simon focused on a more dog-eat-dog existence, and with the advent of the camera, learned as a teenager how to take incriminating pictures and do subtle video surveillance. By the time he was eighteen he had his own house, courtesy of a cleverer mob accountant than his father had found, and he was shooting people more often than his father had - just with film, not with bullets. Blackmail was a safer trade, as long as he kept leverage.

It was in this capacity that he first ran into the sisters, at twenty-one. A mob scion on the verge of a politically important marriage was having a fling - his fiancee's family wouldn't have minded a mistress or a visit to a brothel girl, but they suspected the affair was a menage a trois, also involving a family rival... Simon was hired to get proof.

He didn't make it back out of Lilith's Crossing before being caught. Film destroyed, he was made to star in a series of movies of his own, setting up the cameras, editing and staging his own systematic humiliation and torture. It was devastating... and formative... and thrilling.

He came to their doorstep the very next week with a roll of film negatives and an offer: he wanted to work for them. If his connections couldn't protect him from punishment, maybe the sisters could - and he knew enough about the local families, and had recorded enough, to make himself a useful liaison. He negotiated, but he also abased himself willingly, jumped through hoops, passed tests - and his amorality and utilitarian morality apparently had their appeal. He learned especially to cater to Greta's whims, and to show off how perfectly malleable he could be for Evelyn, and made his case for working for them directly.

Under Evelyn & Greta's tutelage, Simon has flourished, a sadist, a hedonist, and an all around cold bastard to whom the advantage is the most important thing. At present, he does odd jobs for her, ranging from mob liaison to surveillance expert (which often leads to pretending to be a butler or other domestic staff member) to punishment expert (as a hobby more than anything).

His liaison work and surveillance sometimes keeps him out of the house for weeks or even months at a time, but he prefers to visit frequently, to make an impression on guests if he can. Lately he's been monitoring the upheavals in the crime families on the sister's behalf, and so the latest batches of "guests" might not know him, but longer-term residents would, if only as an imperious butler. Regina, specifically, knows him well - on at least one occasion, he tormented her, before Evelyn showed him in no uncertain terms that he was the less valuable toy, and since then he's teased but not crossed the line. In a way, he and Regina understand each other - something they cannot control shapes their existence. They simply have very different attitudes towards it - after all, he chose this life.

PERSONALITY: Simon wants to be safe. Knowledge is power, is control. Patronage is power. Fear is power. He wants it all, because deep down, Simon is terrified he's going to get killed - and the best way he knows to protect himself is to be an aggressive beta dog to a strong alpha. That's how he sees his current position.

Luxury is proof of success, but the deference of others is his true desire, rooted in that deep insecurity, so most of Simon's indulgences are power games as much as any form of relaxation. Provoking, pushing, needing to know where he stands even if it lands him in trouble, Simon's impatience is his greatest flaw - a serious flaw in a surveillance technician, one that leads him to take too many chances, but he's at least intelligent about what chances to take, and vicious enough to clean up his messes when he miscalculates.

Constantly trying to prove himself, Simon is at his most comfortable when surrounded with nonthreatening subordinates, sometimes relaxing enough to be an easygoing, generous sort - but only as long as he doesn't think he looks soft doing it. Simon doesn't believe in real loyalty except through threat, but Evelyn is threat enough to keep him from ever even considering turning against her.

All of his relationships are defined by power. Casual teasing or schoolboy torments of the other servants, watching which ones are irate, and which flutteringly excited. This is most evident in his perverse flirtations with Regina, but it certainly has made an impression on other household staff as well - some positive, some very negative, all fairly deferential, if only because they know it's the quickest way to get him to move on. With those who seem continually properly deferential to him, Simon is protective, fond, treating them like well-beloved pets. With those who show resentment, he becomes more eager, more predatory, relishing the games even as he wants to prove himself superior, and usually - almost always - mindful not to take things too far or push too hard. He doesn't generally want to torment people, and avoids those he simply annoys. It's the ones who challenge him, who show a spark of negative chemistry and not just irritation, who interest him.

With Greta and Evelyn, and to whatever extent they pay him any attention the other sisters, he's almost a sycophant, molding himself to whatever any of them may want, the perfect shapeable instrument of their will, dependent on their approval and their protection. But after he's been their instrument is when Simon is most volatile. That's when he seeks out the helpless (usually player characters) to find guilty of something and punish, when he has to assert himself and gain control. And that's when he's likeliest to tread across a line.

More than once, after a period actually serving Evelyn or being punished by her for a failure in his perfection, Simon has mouthed off to a sister - always immediately apologetic, always accepting of whatever punishment is levied on him, but a sign that deep down, he's not as stable and controlled as he presents himself, still full of struggling needs for acknowledgement. He's been too quick, presumed too much with the staff, and gotten in trouble for interfering with their duties. And he's too-enthusiastically punished PCs.

When out of the house, his impatience has lead to slips of less personal consequence, but bigger errors. He's cut corners setting up surveillance, been caught, and had to fight his way out, gouging eyes and banging heads, sometimes making large messes or causing fatalities. It doesn't happen often, but it's been more than a single isolated incident, and he hasn't entirely been able to sweep it under the rug, cover it up with a quick fire, and make it seem not his fault. Perhaps fortunately, it's always involved scenarios where mobsters were preying on other mobsters with lethal force, so it hasn't raised significant eyebrows, but it's only a matter of time...

ABILITIES: Expert photographer, camera technician, & surveillance expert. Quick and stealthy, good at blending in, pathological liar. Sadist, interrogator, torturer, dom. Pick-pocket, and extraordinary with rope or bondage gear - nobody ties a knot quicker or more convoluted than Simon.

If it makes sense, skilled in Amare Craft. If not, forget it.

SINS & VIRTUES:
Pride- Quick to take affront or perceive threat, Simon is deeply invested in his self-perception as a dominant.
Wrath- Vicious, vengeful, controlling, Simon reacts when cornered in impulsive and violent fashion, and deeply resents being checked by anyone except his perceived superiors.
Envy- Jealous of any position above him, Simon will always try to prove himself more skilled or more heartless than any other servant.
Lust- Used to indulging his appetites, Lust is Simon's favorite outlet, and it's a rare night when he goes to bed himself if a half-willing partner can be found, from housemaid to houseguest. He's certainly made passes at all of the sisters at least once.
Sloth- Probably the least of his sins. Still, when balked, Simon likes to kink in the traces and refuse to be any more helpful than he absolutely must be.
Gluttony & Greed - kind of go together. There is never enough, and he's never secure, and he's always working to have more so he can show more so he can earn more, with no endgame or goal in sight.

Humility- Simon has a strict sense of hierarchy. While he hates acknowledging superiors in a general way, he also admires those with powers beyond his aspiration - in this case, the sisters and no-one else.
Temperance- After punishment, at least, Simon is capable of learning his limits, and rarely requires the same lesson more than twice.
Generosity- Feigned, but feigned frequently, Simon sees this as a tool.
Chastity- nope, he's got nothin.
Kindness- Only to those loyal to him, or who remind him of himself, or who he has something to gain by flattering.
Patience- Sadly lacking.
Diligence- Actually, he's got this in spades! Desperate insecurity makes Simon a real go-getter.

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