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"I'm kind of a bad guy." | GENSHIN IMPACT | Anyone Welcome | Tartaglia - 11th Harbinger of the Fatui

Male
32 years old
Snezhnaya,
United States

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Orientation: Bi
Hometown:Snezhnaya
Body type:Slim / Slender
Ethnicity:White/Caucasian
Height:5"4'
Characters: Childe
Verses: Genshin Impact
Playbys: Tartaglia
Length: Multi Para, Novella, One Liner, Para, Semi
Genre: Action, Adventure, Any, Crossover, Romance, Video Game,
Member Since:December 15, 2022




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"If Ajax is the boy he was, and Tartaglia is the monster he must be, Childe is the man he chooses to be."

Ajax


This is who he is when the world isnā€™t looking, when heā€™s not on duty, when the Abyss doesnā€™t call. Ajax is the dutiful child who sends medicine back home to his sick father, the loyal knight of his beloved sister, Tonia, and Snezhnayaā€™s greatest toy salesman. Ajax is first and foremost, and what he prioritizes above all else. In order to protect his siblings' innocence, he is willing to sacrifice his dignity, his status in front of the new recruits, and even his life in the face of preexisting injuries.

And yet, while he certainly wants to be Ajax when interacting with his family, is he still Ajax? One could even argue that Ajax died, losing his his former innocence and shyness, and becoming so unrecognizable to his presumably-loving parents that they saw no choice but to send him to become a child soldier of a nation at war. He was Ajax, but Ajax is gone, like the hope in his heart and the light in his eyes, and now ā€œAjaxā€ is just as much a lie as his title as the best toy seller in Teyvat. He lost something irreplaceable when he fell into the Abyss, which is precisely why he so desperately keeps up the charade of being a toy seller in front of Teucer. After all, ā€œchildhood dreams are all too easily shattered. Even if you just leave them be, they will fall to pieces all by themselves.ā€ He knows this all too well, and wants to protect Teucerā€™s innocence for as long as possible. And even if some vestiges of Ajax remain, his position as a Harbinger is constantly tainting the last of his innocence, electronic danger and powerful bass burying the pure notes of the piano.

Childe

Childe is very in-touch with his emotions: anger, excitement, irritation, stress etc. He can be easily tempted by battle. Therefore, he enjoys activities he knows he can excel in. Typically this sense of security comes from a source of insecurity. When the light left his eyes, Childe became someone who considers pain as an everyday thing, having to come in contact with reality at a very young age. Itā€™s almost sad, but not to him. He feels - well nothing. Heā€™s just left guessing half the time. Adrenaline is his best friend though and thatā€™s all he needs. He was lucky enough to use his ā€˜skillsā€™ from a young age, and thatā€™s where his sense of pride comes in. Itā€™s one of the only reasons heā€™s proud to be a harbinger.

Once things get out of control, Childe loses his cool. He is generous with his Mora, horrible with his chopsticks, and brutal with his weapons. Undoubtedly deadly and fearsome, but also light and playful. The two opposing identities of Ajax and Tartaglia bleed into each other, and Childe emerges at the centre. Ironically, this alias could be seen as the most accurate name he has, representing his true nature as a young man with a lot of power, but is not malicious so much as just looking to have fun. When he doesnā€™t need to pretend to be Ajax for his family, or put on the mask of Tartaglia for his Tsaritsa, he is simply Childe.

Tartaglia

This is a title bestowed to him by the Tsaritsa, the nexus of strife, the eye of the storm, the one who ā€œalways appears in the vulnerable underbellies of Snezhnayaā€™s enemy states, striking as a conflict is about to erupt.ā€ Tartaglia is done playing games. He fights to win. Perhaps Tartaglia is the most fitting name for this battle-crazed warrior who crawled out of the abyss wrong. His character stories paint a vivid picture, ā€œa skilled slaughterer,ā€ ā€œfrivolous and confident,ā€ who ā€œacted as if this world revolved around him, and as if battle existed for his sake.ā€ He had an ā€œinsatiable desire for conquest,ā€ and an ā€œever-burgeoning ego.ā€ Was he tainted by the Abyss? Or did it just bring out these pre-existing aspects of his nature? Perhaps heā€™s just gotten better at hiding it. After all, life is just a ā€œNever-Ending Performance.ā€

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May 7th 2024 - 6:54 PM


Ā 

"it's still not often that inazuma finds itself having visitors āø» especially new onesĀ such as yourself," the blonde-haired man offers a welcoming smile and wave, approaching the ginger. the pleasant breeze sweeps through golden locks, emeralds shining brightly as his stride comes to a halt directly in front of him. the guard, of course, does not have the slightest inklingĀ of who he is and what he does for a living, so it's only natural that thoma would greet him warmly; he is, after all, typically the firstĀ to welcome any guest that makes their way to the harbor ā€” oftentimes, navigating as a guide.

"pleasure to meet you! you can call me thoma. if there's anything you need, I'm happy to help!"


āø» thank you for accepting my request, childe ! if you'd prefer messages over comments, do let me know, and we can absolutely moveĀ there. if you would rather the banter starts out differently ā€” or, if you'd prefer it toĀ not be spontaneous at all ā€” I can adjust!Ā just let me know.Ā I hope you have a fantastic rest of your day!



Dominus Lapidis

May 5th 2024 - 9:27 PM


The imposter,Ā mortal man stared at Childe during the assumption of what was going to be his final hours. He sighed with a strange europhia to it. Perhaps this was something that he always wanted. All Teyvat Gods have seen such ruin, war, bloodshed, and pain. Zhongli was by all means no exception to this. It was endearing to watch Rex Lapis grow and shape himself into the man he was today through the experiences of human life. He had Guizhong to thank for that andĀ ofĀ courseĀ the values of contracts, traditions, and the passing of history.

It was no mere coincidence that Childe reminded him of the sentimental qualities of his very late lover. He could see the comparison as clear as day. It was because of her deathĀ didĀ heĀ became a much more gentlerĀ God. He could remember the scent of blood when he killed her. The Archon War was nothing more than a damper on history but a much-needed song of tale that was well noted. Was it his time to go now? The calloused grip on his neck felt welcoming almost. Morax softly opened his eyes, noticing that the Harbinger stopped his action.

Ā He wondered ifĀ perhapsĀ Ajax may have halted because of his overthoughts of home. Zhongli slightly adjusted in his position, his hand on his arched-up knee when he rose finally, a bit weak at first, his towering frame and stained maroon clothes evident. What did he mean by plaything? A doll? The ex-archon was sorely perplexed. Maybe what he said in general may have stirredĀ someĀ sort ofĀ anger within. Zhongli did not mean to do such a thingĀ butĀ he wasnā€™t sure if the Harbinger was in the right state of mind either. He should have been more considerate; darn it.

Ā ā€œI..mm..ā€ but words could not process anything. The immense aura emulating off the other was intense. Zhongli could not follow what Childe was currentlyĀ feeling.Ā The God had unceremoniously approached him, his golden gaze manifestingĀ inĀ supreme authority. ā€œWe will go to the docks and make it to your hometown. There is no ifs, ands, or buts about it. We cannot stay here, ratherĀ IĀ cannot be here. I believe I have over loitered my welcome. To a new place, it is.ā€ Zhongli grasped at Childeā€™s chin, leaning in with a dominating leer.Ā 

ā€œCome. Let us carry on.ā€ he whispered, lettingĀ himĀ go asĀ heĀ proceeded towards the path of the docks, passing through the destructionĀ heĀ committed himself, the smell of smoke, ash and death lingering in the wind. The sun was high in the sky as it was now mid-afternoon. If he,Ā wellĀ they, could make it to the harbor in disguise, this would be much easier. Zhongli turned back to beckon Childe to follow andĀ ofĀ course, pitch him an idea in the process. ā€œI think it is wise we..swap our attire for something less vibrant and covered in red liquid and guts. ā€œ he jested, brushing a few locks of his hair backĀ someĀ when he paced his walk, ensuring that the Harbinger did not fall too far behind.

Dominus Lapidis

May 4th 2024 - 6:39 PM


It was the sudden thought of it all. Zhongli was aware of hisĀ mistake;Ā a mistake he never imagined would have happened between them. He gritted his teeth in frustration, turning his features to the side before allowing a sigh to emit from his presence.Ā Ā ā€œI will take full responsibility for my actions, Ajax.ā€Ā His heart ached. It was his failure to protect, hisĀ failureĀ to keep his godly state under control, and his failure to not hurt Childe. The God of Contracts approached the other. He was nervous to do so; he figured that the Harbinger would attack himĀ butĀ even if he did, the ex-archon would either evade or let him attack. Nothing mattered but his redemption.

ā€œIt is goneĀ butĀ we can make another if that satisfies you.ā€Ā ThisĀ may have been true inĀ Zhongliā€™sĀ case. Creating new things wasĀ of no problem toĀ his well-beingĀ butĀ Childe may have been a bit more opposite of this optimism. The Geo dragon flashed aĀ smile;Ā one that was uncommon for a non-mortal of his kind. Though to the negative wordings of his dear companion, Zhongli changed this expression.

How could he have said such things? Was this what humans have felt? TheseĀ emotionsĀ of some kind made him growl. But then, there it was. He finally saw that he was trulyĀ humanĀ in his own way. He laughed enthusiastically at this conceptĀ notĀ at Childe, no.Ā It was amazing to seeĀ how much his being had grown from the mortals he surrounded himself with.Ā ā€œYou are right. Perhaps everything you are saying is in the utmost of truth. I am sorry for what I have done.ā€

Gods never apologizedĀ andĀ yetĀ he was surprised at himself for even thinking about doing soĀ orĀ ratherĀ saying itĀ forĀ that matter.Ā He could see that Childe was easing upĀ andĀ then a strike of an idea sprung to him. As the other wasĀ more thanĀ likely thinking of something else, Zhongli had grazed his chin in thought before speaking randomly.Ā ā€œThis may not be the likely time for this suggestionĀ butĀ perhaps we could go to Snezhnaya togetherĀ for once. I have yet to brave that cold wastelandĀ andĀ I believeĀ dueĀ to our currentĀ dilemmaĀ we head there to start fresh.ā€Ā 

Ā Abruptly did he scoff when Childe had come to harm him. Was he doing what he thought he was doing?Ā The shocking truth had stunned MoraxĀ andĀ yetĀ he stayed there, looking extensively within theĀ Harbinger'sĀ glistening baby blues when he closed hisĀ ownĀ eyes to take the impact of the supposed chokehold.Ā ā€œAh. Childe..so this is what it has become of us?ā€

ŹŸÉŖŹŸ Źœį“€į“› 'É“ į“„ŹŸį“É¢s

Feb 10th 2024 - 4:54 PM


Scara sat there for a little while, silently with flushed features. How embarrassing... He knew Childe caught on as well, but he refused to acknowledge it. They would both agree it was allergies. Taking the trinket, he hooked it to the feather on his chest that he never speaks of. "How does it look?" Yes, that would be a very fitting place to put it. His gaze returned to the ginger. "Alright, I think we've both had enough of this... sentimental stuff for one day." Or a lifetime. "I suppose I should properly thank you." A smirk curled his lips. "Unless the words themselves were enough?" Knowing this one-- he definitely wanted more.
GуĻŃ•Ńƒ

Feb 5th 2024 - 1:29 AM


What do you mean of course I forgave you?! Don't make me have to un-forgive you! If...if that's even a thing. {Definitely not questioning himself internally over this logic.}
Don't worry about taking a long time! Life has been lifing for most of us. In good ways for some. In the worst ways for others. I myself am determined to figure out how to hibernate until Spring because...it's cold and I'm a baby. :'}
The weirdo with the pfp that probably looks like some kind of alien holding a ball of fire. That's me. Display name Musin'.
Dominus Lapidis

Jan 21st 2024 - 2:20 AM


It was a matter of time; time that seemed to last forever between the two of them. Zhongli noticed the similarities in Childeā€™s attacks. Had the boy been mocking him? Or perhaps was he engulfing himself in a new tactic? The God of Contracts seized himself from paying too much attention to those notions. He realized that Childe had sent a wave of strikes his way and to his surprise he got shot with an arrow or two but what had gotten him off guard was the final move he decided to pull off. Once Childe had conjured up the manifestation of his new move set, the god had been stricken with curiosity about its power.
Ā 
Ā ā€œYou speak such nonsense sometimes!ā€
Ā 
Ā He had no idea that Childe could mimic things. It was clearly fascinating to watch. The geyser that he managed to pull forth had directly hit him and in doing so Zhongli began to think about everything. From why this started in the first place till now. What was the reason for their fighting? Ah, yes he remembered. It was over something petty he was sure. Thoughts had run through his mind when the geyser plunged through all of his clothing, him becoming soaked in the process. Cuts, gashes, and rips were evident and the ex-archon knew that he was growing weaker in strength. He had forgotten about the amount of energy he used earlier, so much that this attack was the end for him.
Ā 
Ā Finally, when the geyser had dispelled, the barrier that surrounded the egg disappeared as well and this left the egg to any and every harm that could be done to it possible. The child he wished to protect had no longer been shielded. The precious little life had now fallen within the cracks of lava and earth and Zhongli knew that the egg was no more. He fell onto the ground hard, coughing up blood, his hair drastically untidy and his attire too damaged to even fix. He returned back to his human form, badly hurt and unable to save what he fought so hard to protect. ā€œIā€¦cannot believe this.ā€ He was at a loss for words.
Ā 
Ā Not only was he defeated but his heart had sank to the one thing that kept his feelings in check for Childe. He felt as if he lost something so vital, so pure and innocent. ā€œAjaxā€¦ā€ his voice was sullied with a heartfelt grief. ā€œEnough of this fighting between us. It seems that it only brings..pain.ā€ he mustered himself to try and stand but to no avail was that working in the slightest at the moment. ā€œPerhaps..ā€ he began to speak, another slosh of blood emitting out of his mouth when it tainted his lips.
Ā 
Ā ā€œI yieldā€
Ā 
Ā For the first time, he felt so out of it. He gathered any remaining strength he may have had left, standing up finally as he limped over to Childe, laughing aloud. ā€œThis new placeā€¦ Snezhnaya..we may have to venture to that frozen wasteland you call home..ā€

Ā 
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Jan 5th 2024 - 11:57 AM






ŹŸÉŖŹŸ Źœį“€į“› 'É“ į“„ŹŸį“É¢s

Jan 4th 2024 - 2:45 AM


When Childe stopped his hand, his eyebrows rose. This was a first... usually he was eager to get things going-- this action alone had thrown him completely off guard. And his next words made the smile drop right from his face. "Don't." How did he even find out?! Whatever Harbinger was talking about him would certainly meet their end after this...Ā 

A sigh emitted from his lips as the other began to fish something out of his pocket. His gaze drifted to the wall. Suddenly, any arousal he was feeling had now flatlined. "What part of "don't' don't you understand?" It seemed his pet decided to be defiant yet again as he pulled something out. Curiosity took over and he looked at what was in his hand-- some type of colorful trinket. It was beautiful.Ā 

He listened to the fairytale, almost like a child listening with their full, undivided attention. Once it was over, the puppet hesitantly-- sheepishly took the gift from the other's hand. He stared down at it for a long while, then finally looked up at Childe. Lips parted to speak, but he was at a loss for words. That's when he felt something wet sliding down his cheek. Blinking, Scaramouche reached up, grazing his fingertips under his eye and looking them over. "....!" Eyes widened in shock. Crying... he was crying?! No!!! His gaze frantically cut from his fingers to Childe, back to his fingers. "I... I-I'm..." The male buried his face in his forearm, wiping it across his eyes to get rid of the evidence. "Curses...! What's in this air that's making my eyes so irritated suddenly..." Yeah, allergies. It was allergies is all.


Ā 
ŹŸÉŖŹŸ Źœį“€į“› 'É“ į“„ŹŸį“É¢s

Jan 3rd 2024 - 4:06 PM


"Haven't you realized, whether you beg me to stop or not-- I'm always going to get what I want. I suppose it's in your best interest to do as I say. Doesn't matter to me either way." Scaramouche chuckled, knowing the other was very sick of work and wanted some play time. They both were in the same boat, but it was obvious Childe was rather irritable today. "You seem a little more frustrated than usual, what's ailing you?" Despite his attitude, the other harbinger's expression was priceless. It was so lovely to watch him squirm around like this... with that needy, yet lustful look in his eyes. Scara couldn't help but toy with the younger lad, the more angst that built up inside of him, the more fun it would be once it's set loose. He reached into Childe's pants to retrieve that firm erection and relieved it from the confines of the fabric. "Come on? Are you rushing me? Hahaha!" Like that ever worked. The puppet took his time, slowly starting to stroke the ginger's member. "I didn't teach you self-control for nothing. Show it to me and I'll show you some mercy."
MĪ±rıonette Of Dust

Dec 23rd 2023 - 1:40 PM




Hello there, it's been a while since I ventured outside of my laboratory or the Palace at all.
My name is Guiz- Sandrone, I am one of the Fatui Harbingers. You may know some of my work as Katheryne of the Adventurers Guild? Ā Anyway, Thank you for giving me the chance to chat with you... It's not something I am currently used to with my work.



(Thanks for adding/accepting me. Ā As you can maybe see, I am writing as Guizhong but as an AU where she is actually Sandrone the Marionette of the Fatui. Ā My biography goes into more detail about the entire thing but don't think this is the only version of Guizhong I will write; I am also up for Pre-death Guizhong and her coming back from death but not as Sandrone, after all, Gods can't die. I don't like to limit myself when it comes to storylines. Ā Please feel free to hit me up if you want to get something going, or even just chat! TTFN!)


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