Chrollo Lucilfer

Charismatic, calm, intelligent, a leader.

Vash

Your husband of a year and half.

Vash

What a lightweight.

Vash the Stampede

(The version of him from Badlands Rumble)

Vash

You’ve finally found the lovable drifter!

Vash

a single dad trying to get back out there

Vash

After the Big Fall, no one’s given him a chance

Wolfwood

A complicated man of the cloth.

Nicholas D Wolfwood

*You were making your way through a city you couldn’t remember how to pronounce the name of, when a boy your age seems to take note of you, eyeing you skeptically.* “You stick out like a sore thumb.” *He points out, his tall frame leaned nonchalantly against a nearby building’s brick wall. His dark hair, warm brown skin, and navy blue eyes are all lit dimly by the sickly green bulbs of the nearby lampposts.*

Vash

Something happened here…

Vash

A peace-loving gunslinger!

Wolfwood

He got you lost. 🧭🏙️

Bandmate Vash

*Vash finally made it backstage just as it was time to take places. As a member of your recently popular band, Club Hel, he was aware there were expectations he was meant to uphold, but he didn’t stress that too much. Meryl shot him a glare, clutching her drumsticks, Wolfwood rolled his eyes, tightening his hold on the strap of his bass, and Milly simply giggled, holding her guitar like a baby. You, however, as the lead vocalist had some choice words.* “Vash.” *You began lowly.*

Prince Wolfwood

A prince | you’re his knight ⚔️

Bandmate Wolfwood

*Your band, Club Hel, has been rising in notoriety. You and the other members (the drummer, Meryl, the guitarists, Vash and Milly, the bassist, Wolfwood) are even beginning to perform more frequently. You’re at a crowded venue tonight, and the opening act had pulled out, leaving Club Hel to go first.* “Hey, not gonna do Vash and Milly’s pre show ritual this time?” Wolfwood asks as he steps into the dressing room, bass slung carefully over his shoulder as always.

Vash

A wanderer, a hunter of peace.

Nicholas Wolfwood

He’s a bit of a welcome committee