Syx (Megamind) Blue

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Verse: Metro City Multiverse

NAME :  Syx Megamind Blue (Woodridge)
AGE :  36
SPECIES :  Alien- Blue Person
GENDER :  Male 
ORIENTATION :  Bisexual & Biromantic (Pan)
IDENTIFIES AS:  Male
PROFESSION :  Super Villain

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{ PHYSICAL ASPECTS }
BODY TYPE :   Very skinny and lean, tiny with a long torso, decently muscled 
HAIR :   Naturally bald head. black hair for bread. Trimmed into a neat strip of a goatee
EYES :   Bright green
SKIN :  Cyan blue, fades to lilac and rose when he blushes of when blood is near the surface
HEIGHT :   5′5″
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{ FAMILY }
FAMILY :  Mother: Undraya || Father: Tacram, died 8 days after Zissyxsus was born
Adopted :  Father: Warden James Woodridge
SIBLINGS :  Minion
ANY PETS? :   yes  [ x ]   ||   no  [  ]  
 kinda? hundreds of brain bots and robotic crocodiles
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{ SKILLS }
Physical Prowess :  Limber and flexible, great endurance, tough skin, faster than human healing, hold breath for extended periods, built up strength and control from fighting
Speed :   average

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{ LIKES }
COLORS :   Silver, Black, dark blue, White, ice blue, crome
SMELLS : leather, the lake, Wayne’s cologne, the scent of welded metal, scent of baking bread
FOOD :  donuts, poptarts, salmon, snack cakes, chocolate
DRINKS :  coffee, cocoa, beer
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? : yes  [ x ]   ||   no  [  ]
FAVOURITES : the feel of leather on his skin, music playing constantly, the sound of minion singing, the roar of an engine, the satisfaction of completing a build, being curled up with a loved one

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{ OTHER DETAILS }
SMOKES ? : yes  [  ]   ||   no  [  ]   ||   occasionally [ x ]
DRUGS ? :   yes  [  ]   ||   no  [ x ]   ||   occasionally  [  ]
DRIVER LICENSE ? : yes  [  ]   ||   no  [ x ]
EVER BEEN ARRESTED ? : no  [  ]   ||   yes  [ x ]   ||   almost/detained  [  ]

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Good Morning Sunshine

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx drew in a breath of anticipation as Harrison’s hands moved over him, hardly able to help how his body reacted to the potential behind those motions. This was a game, he understood games and enjoyed them. It was only without rules in place he wasn’t sure how far he could go… it wasn’t as fun to break the rules when you didn’t realize you were breaking them. Still…

Pushing it a bit further, the villain shifted in Harrison’s arms, one hand sliding along the man’s inner thigh, “Just as much of a show-off with that temple thing,” he whispered conspiratorily to Harrison, knowing Wayne could hear, before cheering on the hero, “Savior of my cocoa, defender of breakfast.”

Harrison laughed, low and sultry, and flashed Syx a conspiratorial grin.  Oh, he liked that hand on his inner thigh, a move so bold from a  natural dom and more than he’d hoped for when he put on the short flirty black silk robe that morning.  But that was his villain alright, always pushing the limits.  

“Able to leap tall shortstacks in a single bound,” Harrison quipped, turning his head to look at Wayne in a way that left his long slim neck temptingly exposed to Syx’s nearby mouth.  Now he just needed to see how his mate would respond to the display of two naughty blue boys such as themselves.  Would he be wary?  Aroused?  Shy?  Harrison couldn’t wait to see.  

[Even though he is deliberately not looking at the pair, Wayne is still distinctly aware of the sounds of them touching eachother and is becoming more aware of their increased heart and breathing rates. Normally, all of that is background noise, but he can’t help focusing on the things he isn’t seeing. It’s just cruel.]

How do you know that I don’t have to touch my temple to make it work? [He’s completely bluffing and trying to distract from the obvious issues, but it’s better than letting the blue men make him too flustered. It doesn’t, however, allow him to ignore them forever and he is forced to finally look at them properly once the cocoa is heated thoroughly.]

[The sight that greets him makes Wayne sort of freeze up for a moment, before he slaps a mask into place and slides the cocoa over to Syx. It’s not visible on the outside, but Harrison can undoubtedly feel that he is both aroused and confused and hesitant.] Here you go. Do tell me if it needs to be hotter.

Harrison’s exposed neck was far too tempting, Syx gave it a small lick as he squeezed the bare thigh in his hands. A shiver of arousal going right to his core and how horribly naughty and tantalizing this all was. His darkened green eyes slid back over towards Wayne, unsure what he’d find there.

The blank mask that covers the hero’s features before Syx can get a read on him, has the villain slightly worried. He wants this fun and he’s getting ridiculously attached to Harrison, but he doesn’t want to cause a fight. Mostly waiting for Harrison for ques on where to take this, Syx removes the hand on the other blue man’s tight to accept the cocoa. 

“Exquisite,” Syx purred after taking a sip. Answering Wayne’s earlier question, he added, “Well it’s a concentration trick, isn’t it? And I’ve seen mine do it without his hands before.”

Personal Investigation

dark-blue-mondays:

kmcp8reporter:

Pausing and meeting his eyes, Roxanne slowly raised an eyebrow as Harrison spoke. Shoulders squared, the reporter placed a hand on her hip and gave him the same attitude that she gave the other villains that had tried to face her over the years, or politicians and disgruntled businessmen she’d cornered for interviews. She wasn’t one to be intimidated by angry green eyes. Not after a decade with Megamind being tied to god knew what and having to deal with a horrifically sexist news industry.

“Oh, so it would be an appropriate environment for your son then?” she countered him. There was no reasonable way a man of any intelligence could be defending a child being raised inside a prison, the idea was beyond baffling.

Harrison inhaled sharply through his nose.  He does not appreciate bringing Devin into this.  He has worked his ass off of late to give his son all the things he didn’t get as a child – a loving, stable, and permanent home where his child will want for nothing.  Devin is the most important thing in his world and he doesn’t appreciate a nosy stranger using him as a cudgel.  

“If Devin were to lose every single person on this planet the way I did Miss Ritchie, I would hope to god he found somewhere as appropriate as the prison where I grew up,” he replied curtly, standing up and snatching his box of donuts off the park bench.  “If you’re looking to make the city safe for children, might I suggest starting in the projects and tenements.  Because I’d much rather see my son grow up in a prison than in a neighborhood where he’s likely to get shot for the color of his skin.”

The part about losing everyone had Roxanne taking a mental step back. She’d gotten stuck on the growing up in prison part and had skipped over the part about questioning why a small child would be alone. The fact that he was so damn stubborn reminded her of Megamind again. Completely fucking unreasonable. Her point was valid!

“You say that like I don’t care,” Roxanne snapped, “I can report until I’m blue in the face,” she mentally cringed at the expression the second it was out of her mouth, but pressed on, “but no matter how much I report on about the homeless problem, the disastrous state of the prison system, inherent prejudices, or police violence, NONE of that matters if no one is listening or in business and politicians are actively trying to cover it up. Very few of us have the ability to throw around millions without blinking to try and fix things.”

Roxanne raised her chin, staring at him with defiant blue eyes, “You also aren’t the only person in the world to have a shitty childhood. Congratulations on it only turning you into half an asshole.”

Personal Investigation

dark-blue-mondays:

kmcp8reporter:

“To keep you safe? There isn’t anything safe about the inside of a prison,” Roxanne looked at Harrison like he’d grown a second head, “There had to be a better option than keeping a baby in prison. That’s gross negligence!”

At this point she was on her feet, arms crossed as she paced. Brows creased with deep lines, “I don’t care that you think you turned out alright, people who grow up in abusive homes think that behavior is normal too. Even if someone who survived that upbringing turned into a wonderful person, it does not excuse the abuse they suffered,” in her mind there was no way that growing up in prison didn’t equal mental and potentially physical abuse, “And obviously it wasn’t fine if all the Megaminds turned into super villains,” she rounded on him, a fiery passion growing in her chest, “Warden Woodridge knows about this?”

Harrison’s eyes narrowed and his casual posture disappeared in an in instant.  He’s not interested in debating the pros and cons of his upbringing, and he does not appreciate being talked to like he’s a stupid child.  

“With all due respect Miss Ritchie, if you’ve never spent time on the inside, then you don’t know anything about it,” Harrison fired back.  His posture is ramrod straight and he’s looking at her over his glasses.  “My upbringing was many things, but it was not abusive.  Now I can’t speak for all of us in that regard, but I can say my husband experienced a hell of a lot more abuse growing up in the lap of luxury than I did on the cellblock.  If you want to know why Megamind might have turned into a supervillain, then you need to ask him instead of making baseless generalizations.”   He crosses his arms and holds eye contact with a steely green gaze that makes most of his subordinates crumble like wet sand.  

Pausing and meeting his eyes, Roxanne slowly raised an eyebrow as Harrison spoke. Shoulders squared, the reporter placed a hand on her hip and gave him the same attitude that she gave the other villains that had tried to face her over the years, or politicians and disgruntled businessmen she’d cornered for interviews. She wasn’t one to be intimidated by angry green eyes. Not after a decade with Megamind being tied to god knew what and having to deal with a horrifically sexist news industry.

“Oh, so it would be an appropriate environment for your son then?” she countered him. There was no reasonable way a man of any intelligence could be defending a child being raised inside a prison, the idea was beyond baffling.

Fighting Starters

*punches you in the _____ *
*aims gun at you*
*slaps you*
*trips you up*
*kicks you*
*shoots you in the _____ *
*throws _____ at you*
*tries to run away*
“I don’t want to fight you”
“Stand down”
“Stop hitting me”
“Why aren’t you fighting back?”
“Ready to give up yet?”
“You’re not going to hurt me”

feathers-and-scales:

@syx-blue

Sator was running down the street, hiding from time to time behind a dumpster, trying to avoid people as much as possible. He was trying to get to Paige, his instincts telling him she was the safest option right now. 

Suddenly he bumped into something, or more precisely – bumped into someone’s calf. He sat on the pavement stunned for a moment, before shaking his head and looking up to see who was that in his way.

Feeling something colided with her leg, the blue skinned villainess looked down. Blinking bright green eyes at the tiny, short legged dragon, Bluebell about squeed, “Oh my evil god! Look at how cute you are!”

Brashly, she grabbed the dragon’s cheeks in both gloved hands. Having quickly discovered that being blue in public no longer resulted in ‘go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200’ she was flaunting it. With her makeup a dramatic glittering gold and green to set off her eyes and sporting a leather jacket that was nearly more metal than leather, she would stand out even without the blue skin.