Acetone

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Acetone
- The Politician -

basics


xx name: Acetone
xx meaning: A colorless, volatile, extremely flammable liquid ketone, widely used as an organic solvent.
xx alias: None
xx species: BBD-Dire-Timberwolf
xx gender: Male
xx age: Unborn

xx height: 2' 8"
xx weight: 126 lbs.

xx pack: Oukoku
xx rank: Pup
xx location: Death Valley
xx future ranks: Hopefully Jin, Reporter, and/or Capt. Ni

xx mate: None
xx crush: None
xx offspring: None

xx mother: Jasper
xx father: Champion
xx siblings: Evie, Shiva, Halogen, Render
xx half-siblings: Dresdan, Ezekiel, Brady, Adeen


appearance


xx charisma and charm, and yet still so cold

.INFORMATION HERE, see reference for now



personality


xx play my cards, win the pool


Acetone is, in all simplicity, the perfect politician. He is snide, sure of his abilities, charismatic in a crowd,
sarcastic in private, and although he carries about him a certain ass-like, unpleasant quality at times, he
still earns the respect of his peers by getting the job done with flawless efficiency. In exchange for
closeness with others and, arguably, personal happiness, he has taken up a vicious obsession for business
and power. Acetone is determined to rise within the ranks. If that cannot be done, a rise in power from
behind the scenes, as someone respected by many despite a low rank, will suffice. He seeks to serve his
Rosas the way they deserve: perfectly.

Acetone also has a sadistic side, necessary for handling "complications". He has no time for the weak or
slow; infections have to be eliminated before they spread. Seeing the life of another fade away isn't
euphoric, but knowing that it was by your hand that it occurred can be. What has to be done will be
done. The bastard would kill his own siblings if he felt it was necessary, or so he'd imagine; yet in truth, an
unrecognized, subconscious love for them continually protects them.

One thing he does actively hope for is to carry one or two "favorites," whether his true family or an
adopted one, up the ladder with him. Innately, he understands just how easily others can be controlled,
and if they're following him, loyal to him, they can help him meet his goals, and well... It also keeps them
out of his way, doesn't it?


history


xx what a silly little world

Floating in the darkness of his mother's womb, Acetone lies silent... Waiting.


relationships


xx blood matters

Jasper - Mom is a good person, and she has her son's love, even if he grows out of showing it.

Champion - His idol, Kolt represents everything Acetone wants to be when he grows up. He has power
and prestige, is physically strong, and mentally sound... Just about perfect.

Evie -

Shiva -

Halogen -

Render -

xx but we are all family

Anansi -

Cerberus -

Massacre -

Enix -


gallery

xx take a look, for soon you will be blind

main reference sheet © Benny, Windy-asylum, Kenji, Veva
the family © Benny, Gazzi, Ricky

other

xx original tryout

It wasn't unusual that someone, in this case a high-ranked superior who was to be left unnamed, had asked
the politician to take care of a "problem." The past three years had gone by quickly, but Acetone had utilized
his time well. He'd earned a reputation for perfection, and so when a difficult case moved around, and his
"clients" couldn't risk being linked to an incident, inevitably he was the one to get the job.

Deep down, most of his pack mates probably knew that his paws handled the dirty work, but his few
confidants, partners in his business, were completely trustworthy. No one would talk, and no one else would
bother him. He only had the best intention for the pack in mind, after all... If someone needed to be removed
or interrogated, it was because the individual was a broken link in the chain, and would inevitably shatter.
Difference was, this way the failure wouldn't bring down the rest of Oukoku when it happened.

It was abnormal that a killing had to be kept secret, however. Usually Acetone was summoned for less risky
business, as Oukoku seemed to thrive on public killings. There was a great deal of power the Rosas
could claim when ordering the death of others. Why wasn't the Keroberus called in to do this instead? Why
wasn't there a trial? Acetone didn't ask those sorts of questions and didn't require the answers to do the
job.

A good reason had to exist. That belief was enough.

He turned to his brother and accomplice, Halogen. "Did they move him?" The orange and brown male nodded,
and led Acetone to where the Captain had been placed moments before, on the edge of a tar pit, held down
by two other wolves. The official looked so pitiful like that, with his pretty little face being smashed into
the dirt beneath him. Seeing Acetone's approach, the captured male let out a muffled snarl. "How cute. He
thinks he can hurt my feelings." These words, of course, went unspoken. Acetone wasn't at all uncomfortable
with himself; he didn't need to bait the captive to make himself feel better.

"Let him up."

The surrounding guards lessened their pressure on the target, enough to allow speech and minimal amounts
of head movement. Acetone wanted some information before knocking the politicized scum into the pit, not
to justify the event that was to take place, but for his personal benefit. He moved in close to speak; his voice
was quiet and direct. "Why do they want you?" The response was less than satisfactory, as the Captain gave
a dry laugh and spit out, "What, you don't already know? And here I thought you knew everything." Without
missing a beat, and without any hint of frustration, Acetone answered back, "Don't fuck with me, 'Captain.'
We're negotiating with your life here. You know this."

When there was no response, it was evident that the official wasn't going to talk. The look in his eyes was
recognizably committed to silence; he'd gained his rank for the same qualities as would bring his secrets
with him to the grave. "Very well." With that, Acetone pushed the body down and watched it slide into
the tar pit. The Captain did not fight as he was pulled under; he knew he was gone, and he was going to die
with some sense of dignity.

The next morning, everything seemed regular and uneventful. Word of the missing superior had not yet been
spread; it would be several days until his disappearance was noticed. Acetone thought nothing of it, and
might have even cracked a charismatic grin once or twice, talking with some of his packmates and listening
to their stories.

It was a good day.


credits

xx outline © Daphine
xx design © Benny