you look good enough to eat.
MÄRCHEN: The Robber Bridegroom
SOURCE: The Robber Bridegroom
FACE CLAIM: Luka (Alien Stage)
CHOSEN NAME: August Hackenmesser
ALIASES: Augie
PRONOUNS: He/him
VISIBLE AGE: 28
content warnings: murder, brutalization, cannibalism.
glamour: no
housing: hag's rest
occupation: thief at kraken's hollow
5 negatives: violent, covetous, insatiable, cunning, duplicitous
5 positives: beautiful, charming, charismatic, attentive, compelling
divergences:
once upon a time, somewhere deep in the heart of germany’s wilderness, a woman happened upon a dilapidated cabin with a stench of pure copper. she’d heard a rumour that her fiance had disappeared in that direction a week prior, and with a whisper on the wind about a place where beautiful people were whisked away to never return, she grew concerned for her lovely would-be husband and his angelic smile. she thought not of the beauty she herself glowed with.as she peeked through the slats of rotten wood, she saw an old woman shivering and holding her stomach. yet again, the empathic young woman grew concerned for another and stepped through the doorframe. she offered the woman some crusty bread and ambered soup from her pack, and in return the woman told her a tale.
“an insatiable man with fingers as cold as ice and a heart to match was the owner of this abode,” said she, “he’s an appetite for carnal pleasures, gold and flesh. no amount was ever enough for him, and that man leads a merry band of murderers not unlike him.” the bride moved closer, for the man’s description felt familiar.”i am that lost boy’s grandmother. how he’s fallen so far… i could never know. i have failed as a guardian, and ever since he was but a boy, he’s forced me to witness horrid crime after horrid crime. i believe god is punishing me… no, rather, that the hackenmesser bloodline is cursed.”the bride’s expression blanched, and her pack emptied itself on the floor as she careened to the floor. the world spinned, her stomach turned. it was as if shadows danced along the wall—until the old woman mouthed a silent ‘sorry, sweetie’ and crimson filled her vision. as her lips gave way to bubbling blood, her eyes rolled up to meet the golden gaze of her lover. he stood holding the handle of an axe, giving her that fond smile that made her heart leap all those months ago. when his hands left the handle, the axe’s position didn’t move. she’d realized it was planted firmly in her skull.”oma, must you speak so much?” he chuckled, shaking his head. ”i must be off. thanks to your meddling, i’ll be needing a new bride.”
the old adage applied, as far as august was concerned. his scenery had changed, finding it more and more difficult to find a private spot to sate his appetite now that life was stacked and loud all around him. that his moments with the bodies no longer became private with the slash of a knife. skin flayed, organs removed, heads lopped off… those of his type continued to speak, complain, scream out until a crowd gathered. still, their flesh tasted just as sweet. taking a cut here and there was ultimately harmless… physically so. his methods had to change, his stomach felt just a little less satisfied, but life here wasn’t all bad. his beauty never spoiled, his food was endless, he’d formed a new cabal of accomplices, and his grandmother—his torturer—was long dead.”es lebe Grimmstead.”
