Order and Chaos

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OUTFIT: This one. Horse not included.
GENDER: Male
LAST NAME: Vindictus
AGE: How long have you been 19
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Red, glowing; Myrtle
SKIN COLOR: Pale
FAVORITE COLOR: Red
HEIGHT: Not Short
BUILD: Slinky
MONEY: Unlimited Credit
SHOETYPE: Parkouring
NOSESHAPE: Unremarkable
FACIAL HAIR: 5 O'clock Shadow
BODY HAIR: Not Much
EYEBROWS: multibrow
RASHES: Chafing, due to armour.
SCARS: From battle.
DISFIGUREMENTS: a lot of moles
GENETIC DISEASES: Borderline ADHD
REGULAR DISEASES: A bit anemic
FINGERNAILS: Clean While Not Hack+Slashing
TOENAILS: Raptor clawed
CAN BENCH: Like, half a horse
LIPSTICK: Raspberry Flavored Chapstick
FIRST NAME: Malcolm

At last, I had dealt with my other self, the real price for my cooperation in this scheme. I could, once the other details were dealt with, be Malcom Vindictus, secure in the knowledge that no one else was me.

The eyepatch my fool self had acquired since I had last seen him was an interesting cosmetic addition to my ensemble. It went well with my dark armor, and even covered up the glow in my left eye.

Not that it mattered much, of course. No one had ever seen my other self, save the woman I had already murdered. Still, it was better not to draw attention.

The only problem now was that, having achieved my main personal goal, I was bored. The other players in this little game were the ones who would have to move now; my role was done. But I was never the sort to sit back and wait. My feet always yearned to take me somewhere, and if anything, the new shoes I'd been given had only enhanced that feeling.

And, indeed, I could go anywhere I desired. But my employers insisted I remain in this kingdom until their plans were secure. Just in case, they had said.

I had little care for their concerns now that I had what I truly wanted, but they would make inconvenient enemies. And so I was left with a choice to consider. Should I remain here, gradually boring myself to death, and ensure all else went according to plan? Or should I pursue my own desires and leave, incurring the wrath of my employers?