i, for one, /know/ that taeil is a master in the art of pretense and persuasion. have you /seen/ him? he is textbook conman material. you can't tell me you'd be able to look him in the face and
find a single reason — let alone muster up the will — not to trust and beleive everything he wants to you beleive.
i reiterate,,, look at this fucking dude. he is not only a master in the art of deceit, but also of disguise. he could seamlessly fit into any role. he could be anyone the mission needs him to be.

have you heard his voice. have. you. heard his Voice. nothing can convince me to even /entertain/ the thought that the words coming from that glorious mouth might be untrue.
Siren Voice.,.,..,.,..
him. he could take up any personality and like,,, it wouldn't seem odd at all???? its so easy for him... to mold into whoever he needs to be....
his character would be so wonderfully complex to explore... look at him... you never know whats going on inside his head... its like a titanium mask that never slips.......
he's so.... volatile. being the center of attention one second and still managing to blend away to god knows where the next... so unreadable... such an enigma....
he's got this ability to harness an aura of utter inconspiciousness whenever he pleases... like he'd disappear into the shadows without a trace and you'd only realise a moment too late...
he is cunning. you can't tell me otherwise. quick thinking AND quick on his toes. his face would be carefully blank while his mind runs a mile a minute... smart byond beleif and readily adapts to any curves thrown his way.
i think i read something about his way with numbers but don't quote me on that. numbers sexy. ahem. anyways.
tw // guns, shooting, injury
Heres an image: him on the edge of a rooftop of a building,, innocuously close to another building,,,, one that currently hosts a meeting between some very important, very bad men that have committed crimes too high to ever dream to recompense
Heres an image: him on the edge of a rooftop of a building,, innocuously close to another building,,,, one that currently hosts a meeting between some very important, very bad men that have committed crimes too high to ever dream to recompense
for their wrongdoings.
One of them will not be leaving that building alive.
I picture him setting up his rifle on the edge of the banking. Settling behind the rifle, one eye falling shut and the other narrowing in concentration as he lines his viewpoint up with the rifle scope
One of them will not be leaving that building alive.
I picture him setting up his rifle on the edge of the banking. Settling behind the rifle, one eye falling shut and the other narrowing in concentration as he lines his viewpoint up with the rifle scope
,, doing mental calculations about how the angle, the winds and the recoil would affect the momentum of his fateful bullet. The target comes into view, right where taeil wants him to be. A trigger is pulled and a bullet tears through the winds.
In a distance a cracked skull hits the marbled floor of a room that the world will soon come to recognise from being plastered across every media outlet in the nation. A job well done.
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Siiiiide note / tldr : im not too big on astrology,, but the dude is a fucking gemini. Enough said. Thank you for coming to my ti(d) talk.