
" and i'm watching all the stars burn out,
pretending that i care . "
DUST mid 30's - korean heritage, skeletal monster he / him unlabelled aroace.
" but i didn't. no one ever does. "
AS grim as the pseudonym he's designated amongst his fellow peers, DUST has long lost the appeal for life and its memoirs. years of cultivated apathy to soothe the grotesquerie of his delicts have turned him into a careless man, and what once used to be a laid-back spirit, is now a ticking timebomb with an unpredictable nature. no, he has no means of being on the cards at all - for to extend one's trust to another is to foresee your death in DUST's books. he's dead, insofar as not a single ounce of vivacity is left within his soul, and whatever cruel attempts at humor he excerpts are nothing but live reminders that his mind will forever twist and contort in the way an antecedent version of himself would find utterly repulsive. he jests, he teases - but never does it shine a semblance of pride or genuinity, for his glory was stripped and torn away from him the moment he let the dust of many fall carelessly into the winds of his homeland. now he is a man that lives with shame, forever to be left alone, with a belief that redemption is no longer something his psyche desires. his melioration is something that doesn't concern him anymore, and now, the care that he has left to give has diminished into a deep longing to get things over with.
MURDER comes from an alternate timeline where the only thing that spills is blood. what remains of it is a mere wasteland, for the inhabitants of that place are long gone, taken from their place by the hands of none other than DUST himself. what was nothing but a valiant gesture of keeping the human in its place, turned to a desperate butchering spree for level. he could've sworn that it was all a temporary effort, a moil to ensure the salvation of his companions and his dear little brother. but the more he sowed death for the human - the more his cause withered, until his so-called salvation rotted into butchery.
what once was a name adored by his neighbours, turned into a mockery taunted by the devil HIMSELF. that is the origin of his eponym. what he'll forever be. ASHES TO ASHES, MURDER TURNED TO DUST.