<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br/><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russian province, Koschei's home<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Recruiting<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Koschei</strong></div><br/>The man struck an imposing figure. His magic aura was one to be reckoned with, truly. Rumplestiltskin held his palm facing forward and almost magnetically attracted the mask from off of Koschei's face. He admired the craftsmanship; truly, this chap was the sort who enjoyed the finer things in life. "A mask of the face of a dead man...odd, considering your moniker. You are known as the Deathless, though not as a bringer of death. That is quite considerate, actually, since that is what I will soon be known as throughout the world." he grinned.<br/><br/>"It's not quite the same, is it? Learning magic as opposed to being born with it. Yes, I can tell. There's a sign we innately gifted can pick up on from those that haven't been born with power as great as they wield as adults, or those that have to spend half their lives learning how to draw upon mystical forces. You don't seem the ambitious type; why have gone through all that trouble to learn this and not throw your weight around? So I think this may have been something you did not do yourself. You are young; was this at the behest of a relative? Someone too lazy or feeble-minded to go through it themselves and yet wishing for the power it would put in their possession? I can see that worked a bit differently than they anticipated. I can smell the blood, too." he took in a deep breath through his nose, his eyes closed, a look of relish on his face, and then he shuddered with ecstatic delight. "You may not have always had this darkness, but you've taken lives, the lives of those you were close to. You used your gifts to do it. You are the definition of a dark wizard. You haven't come to accept this, have you?" Rumplestiltskin raised an inquisitive eyebrow.<br/><br/>"So you may bid goodbye to ever living a normal life. Ever finding a person to care, rather than fear you. Drowning in your own guilt, isolating yourself to avoid any further judgments. Rather sad, isn't it? A life spent doing something you had no choice in, and for so little reward that even the power it granted you seems of little consolation. Even an immortal life would be no better off...it would be eternal torment, would it not?" Rumple was very, very good at manipulating others to agree with him. It all came down to an incredibly deep understanding of human psychology. Centuries of base, greedy masters had given him that experience.<br/><br/>"Well I say, bollocks to those pathetic chattel! Guilt is for the weak, and you are no weakling! You should be standing tall, commanding that if murder is a crime, then you are exempt from consideration. Who's going to argue with you? Hm? I certainly wouldn't, and I have the power to do something about it if I choose. Cast off your shackles, you are better than this! Better than them! Why care for their petty judgments? Join me. Laugh at them as they cower, embrace your inner darkness, and never feel that you are alone in this world again." he held out his hand. "You need a kindred spirit, and you've found one. You may live your life as though you've been cursed and in misery for as long as you remain, or enjoy the sweetest fruits life has to offer. It's not a difficult choice, lad. You're not foolish. You know what the right answer is."