Betray: The Untrustworthy Magician


Chapter One

TWACK! a heavy door opened at a horrific speed and a man, wearing an ebony tuxedo, walked in. This was indeed Betray himself. His dress shirt looked fresh out of the package; crisp and still stiff. His bow tie was pointed and kept entirely straight. His attire was precise. Forest green eyes glanced around the massive closet briefly, which was adorned in nothing else but black and white outfits. Suits, tuxedos. He had over 500 pairs of what appeared to be hand polished dress shoes. Leather, black, shiny, just perfect. His suits, which were hung individually by a wooden hanger, were separated by a margin of three inches. Every one of them. If this didn't depict his personality, I don't know what could. He approached another section of his Goliath closet, which appeared to be where his top hats were kept. Each individually wrapped in a protective silk case. Keeping the dust off... he whispered as he flicked off the case which revealed a stunning hat. He placed it on his head, gave a toothy grin, got up and wandered over to a full sized mirror. He examined himself, squinted his eyes and did a full spin before he left the closet with another THWACK! of the door.

Chapter Two

Step right up, try your luck! You could be a winner! the enthusastic voice pitching some sort of gambling game was that of Betray's. He was dressed in, as per usual, a black three piece suit. His gold stop watch dangled out of his suit jacket pocket. Two for one, one for two, if you win you get thirty two! he let out a low laugh, shuffling a deck of a cards between his white gloved hands. A grungy looking punk stepped up to the wooden table, grinning confidently as he looked at Betray inquisitivly. You look ridiculous in that outfit. Where's your white rabbit?! joked the punk, turning back to his group of friends as he laughed at his attention seeking joke. Betray merely stared at him, emerald eyes staring at the kid, almost piercing his soul. Betray gripped his hat, tossing it off and placing it in front of the punk, who stared inside the hat. There ain't no rabbit in there, loser! scoffed the punk, rolling his eyes pathetically. Stick your hand in the hat Betray said, eyes never leaving the boy. Do it
The punk frowned, tossing a look back at his friends for closure, throwing his hand into the hat sloppily. What now, loser?

Just wait.. Betray whispered, enjoying the punk's inner fear. He could see it. Taste it.

OW! WHAT THE.... WHAT? WHAT? the boy yelled, pulling back his hand to reveal a tiny white rabbit clinging to his finger. The rabbit's teeth had embedded into the teen's hand, which was now bleeding. This wasn't funny anymore. Crowds of people had gathered, now gasping in shock and dismay. GET IT OFF ME! GET IT..

*POOF*

With a snap of Betray's fingers, the rabbit disappeared into thin air, as did the punk's confidence. FREAK! yelled the teen, scurrying away like a frightened dog with his group of loser friends.

Betray had attracted a huge crowd with his bizaare "trick". A few elderly people applauded his punishment to the boy, others frowned upon it.

Betray's Story

Betray was brought up by his mother entirely until he was 11. His mother caught a cold and unfortunately... didn't survive. He was forced into the hands of his father, who was a burden to society because of his addictive personality. The government didn't take the time to find a suitable home for Betray. If they had done their job they would have known that his father's home was not a safe place for children. When his father left the house, for hours and sometimes days on end, he would lock Betray in his room, tossing the boy an old dusty deck of cards or a set of dice to keep him occupied. Betray never objected and soon became an introvert, speaking only when he needed something urgent. Whilst being locked in his room, Betray taught himself magic tricks. He became outstanding at handling a deck of cards, practicing constantly and methodically until it truly looked like magic. An undiagnosed case of OCD, Betray's father found it disturbing that the boy insisted on keeping his attire neat and tidy and as he grew older the arguments between the two became heated and violent. Betray ended up sneaking out one night and began living as a magician on the streets. He made very little money and could barely feed himself for a day.

His once kind soul turned nasty once he hit the streets. He began lying, cheating and stealing to pay his own way. His innocent magic tricks became dark and tranquil. Nonetheless, he became successful at theft; basically becoming a con man. He received the nickname The Night Thief as he was only ever seen at night and this is where the nightmare-ish acts took place.
Betray had become very wealthy due to his spiteful acts, now living in an abandoned mansion, he continues his horrible magic act to fulfill his selfish needs. This is truly a case of black magic

Character

Name: Betray
Nickname: The Night Thief
Age: 21
Gender: Male. Duh.
Height: 6'1
Weight: 185 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Everyday Attire: Tuxedo. Sometimes a three piece suit
Status: Single, not looking
Favorite Words: Sly, Malicious, Home, Magic

I've basically summed up Betray's character in his story, so I'll list some main aspects in point form. (:

- He's shy, but he masks it perfectly when ripping people off!
- Has parent issues
- Very charming when he wants to be
- Knows every magic trick in the book
- Began practicing black magic in his teens
- Worth millions of dollars
- Has a severe case of OCD
- Only wears suits and tuxedos
- Always wears white gloves
- Has a perfect smile
- Acts the way he acts because of his rough childhood
- Refuses to know the meaning of love

Design

I don't have a quad design for Betray, since his character is pretty much human so I've drawn him as an anthro character.

He wears a top hat most of the time, always in a suit, white gloves, shiny black dress shoes. He carries a grandfather clock watch in his pocket and his magic wand. It's relatively straight forward.

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Chapter Three: The Beginning Of the End

Turquoise waves crash against pearly white sand, making the methodical and repetitive sound the ocean has made for centuries. Palm trees adorned with vibrant monkeys, gangs of them, who swing from tree to tree and branch to branch. A consistent thud of a young coconut hitting the powdery carpet. A pale young gentleman is revealed, who lays calmly on a towel. The reflection of the bright blue sky hitting his violet shades. A small smirk whipped across his face while a man, dressed in a very typical butler uniform, handed him a dry martini. Thanks, Sherman mumbled the young man as he tossed a silver coin sloppily toward the butler. This man is indeed Betray. What was he doing here? On a deserted island? In the middle of no where?!

Betray flipped through his signature deck of cards, eyes closed the whole time. Yes, he was that good. He hadn't a care in the world and obviously he was content with where he was. Had he just ripped someone off? Obviously he had made enough money to be staying here. It was complete silence, apart from the crashing waves and the shuffling of his cards. Complete bliss

The sound of rapid paddling and a man's low grunt every three or four seconds. Betray's vision was foggy at first but he was soon able to make out what was going on around him. I.. must have dozed off.. he whispered as he went to raise his hand up to his face. Why.. why can't.. he couldn't move his arm. It was as if someone had tied his arm to a chair or a tree. He glanced down and noticed, to his confusion, that he wasn't even on land. He saw the depths of the now darker ocean, again, the grunting of a man. The crashing of water against wood. Why... he was... he was on a raft. In the middle of the ocean. Land could not be seen. He was indeed tied to this raft and there was no apparent way of escape. Betray glanced around, trying not to panic as thoughts raced rapidly through his mind. Well hello there, son came an eerily familiar voice. Betray's stomach instantly churned, his throat closed up, his mouth now dry, eyes watering. It was as if someone stabbed him in the heart, all signs of life drained from his body. Wh-what have you? Why? Betray questioned, his voice was raw and he could barely form words. Have you ever head of pay back, Betray? All those years of being a nuisance to me.. ruining my life...? the man asked, swigging back a flask. I'm here to give you a taste of your own medicine, son.


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