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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2019 19:20:07 GMT -5
Life in this town was… boring to say the least. True there was the idiotic Vampire territory feud but that was just so… mundane. True, he participated in it to a limit but, only because he was a considerably powerful Vampire and it was… part of his role per se. If he had any say all the high-rank Vampire would be dead and he’d rule over everything and one. Then maybe, just maybe he’d be entertained. But probably not.
Sighing heavily, he pulled his hair back into a simple ponytail with a white band. As he stood in front of a full-length mirror he nodded as he glanced over his black suit. Turning he headed out of his main study, down the long corridors and out of the mansion that was hidden deep within the forest. Right now he was headed out to patrol the town. Apparently, there were quite a few newcomers in town who needed to be… shown the ropes.
A smirk touched his lips, eye lightening with sadistic happiness. His bi-colored eyes glowed and a completely human glamour fell over him. Cracking his knuckles, he vanished from the front steps of the mansion and appeared in the middle of the road in the town. Time to go hunting...
For about an hour the heterochromia found himself prowling the streets like a starving animal. Not for food but for fun. He'd had his fill of human blood a few nights ago, being as strong as he was blood was not needed too often, unless he used his power. His glowing eyes raked the quiet streets, boredom etched within them. What an utter waste of his time. So far no one had come across his path, least no one who put up a good fight... Or any in some cases. Oh, how he loathed those who bowed to him straight away. Where was the fun in that?!
Sighing, Septhis ran a hand through his silky hair and strode down the streets, deciding to patrol one last tie before calling it a night. Moving along with almost silent steps, the Vampire took in how run down the area was. A pity this was the result of the growing feud. Cane clicking on the pavement, his mismatched eyes suddenly darted to a small figure walking along the opposite side of the street. A cool smirk touched his masked lips and he took a quick glance around, just to make sure they were alone.
Once satisfied, Sephtis was a blur and then appeared just a few feet in front of the hunched figure. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little prey for a bored predator?" he drawled, his deviousness clear tone. Moving forward swiftly elegance in his every step, the Vampire's gloved hand darted out and took hold of the chin of the figure whose head was bowed, lifting it. As Death's Eye's took in the appearance of his prey, he hummed. "Aren't you an interesting specimen," he practically purred, fingers holding the chin. Then, without hesitation he pulled the creature close and bit their neck, sucking the blood and life from them. As the body went limp, Septhis pulled back and let the body fall to the ground, lifelessly. The creature had been a rogue weakened demon, and the vampire simply couldn't help taking its life when it dared cross into his territory.
(Feel free to Rp jump in as whatever you want, though nothing crazy over-powered please. Another creatures leader is fine, but they can't be invincible.) ------------ My character- (King of Vampires)Name: Sephtis Leos [Aka- the Bringer of Death; Eyes of Death; Serpent Charmer...] Age: Looks about 28-years old, unknown real age Place of Birth: Somewhere in California Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Species/Racial Origin: Vampire Appearance/Description: The ‘Serpent Charmer’ has long silky black hair with strands of white through it, usually flowing down his back much like a waterfall but, when ‘working’ he has it pulled back in some complex braid. His skin is ghostly pale; with his height around 6 feet; lean muscle like a professional swimmer. Sephtis is heterochromia, with one pure white eye and the other dark blue. The vampire has many scars all over his body but none have seen them- with the worst would be the jagged word carved deep into his back, old enough that it is so faded that the word is unreadable. Also, there are rumors that the masked creature’s face is terribly scarred so he hides it. While in reality, it is scarred- burned scarred. The Bringer of Death also has a lame leg, which is very evident at times and so he uses his signature Dragon head Cane. Personality/Attitude: Sephtis charm is magnetic and no one can say no- both out of fear and because he's so persuasive. His patience is surprisingly long but definitely not gentle. You can go quite far over the line of when something is due and not be punished. However, if he personally confronts you for whatever you owe him, you better have it ready or get it quickly because he will not be merciless to people who are slow when in his actual presence. The Bringer of Death shows no emotions of contempt and coldness. No one has ever seen him actually smile, as his face is fully covered by his creepy smiling mask. Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: He has many animals, supposedly. However the ones he has around him the most and is seen with the most, are Thanatos; his wolf who is always at his side, and Aphrodite; his white snake who's usually draped over his shoulders or wrapped loosely around his neck. Supernatural abilities: Sephtis has the ability to see a person’s death, as well as project the pain said person is in, in the vision, to another. The weakness is it causes his body to call into a deep sleep with half an hour, the length of sleep depends on how severe the vision is. To avoid his weakness he only uses his ability when in his own home- where his servants can make sure he is tended for and that he makes sure every inch of his skin is covered at all times. As the only say the ability is activated is when his skin touches another. Education/Special Training: The ‘Eyes of Death’ has a specialty in various torture techniques. History: Mostly unknown, though there are rumors that he was once human, born a vampire, and that he is neither and it the Grim Reaper himself. ~~~~~ Rules-
No God-modding. If you take control of my character I'll ask you to stop, and if you continue then I will ask you to leave the rp. No killing or severely harming any character's without talking to the character's RPer about it first. Also, a big one is no laying claims romantically on my character or anyone else's. Over time as our character's get to know one another then the character's rper can decide who their character ends up with!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2019 20:34:21 GMT -5
(Thanks! I was thinking werewolves, vampire, humanoid demon, ghosts/spirits, angel)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2019 20:41:16 GMT -5
(Hmm, no limits. Except that this is set in modern times and where the town is hidden buy magic so no regular humans can enter. I am sure your character will be great!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2019 21:01:05 GMT -5
(You can have more than one character if you want. I will probably come to rp at least one other vampire myself eventually, still debating. Take your time with your character descriptions (though feel free to just describe them as you rp), you can definitely start rping now if you wish.)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 4, 2019 21:40:54 GMT -5
(Okay! Thanks! And if my characters seem a little bland or unrealistic, let me know. I'll do my best to try and make them better. Again, I apologize in advance if it isn't the best.)
This was a horrible idea. The worst that she had ever had. However, it wasn't like she had much of a choice. Dakota trudged her way down the road, the same one she had been traveling for the past few nights. The longer she walked, the more she was certain that she was making a mistake. Yet the pull of wolf under her skin, the heightened senses, and the overwhelming amount of information it brought with it was forcing her on this journey. There were things she could hear, could smell, that she couldn't before. Being inside her home suddenly felt more of a trap than a place of warm safety. Then there was her temper. Gosh, how many times had she shouted at her roommate just last week? She didn't even want to think about her last interaction with the other woman.
Shifting the weight of her backpack, the young woman glanced around her. Truth be told, she had no idea where she was going. All she knew was that her old home town wasn't safe for her anymore. Dakota, always one for the outdoors, had loved the little country town set an hour away from any major city. It had offered her plenty of things to do to satisfy her need to stretch her legs. Weekends usually found her out camping or hiking in the forests to the south of the county, regardless of the seasons. Camping in the winter was just as fun, if not more challenging, as it was in the spring or summer months. Not to mention, there were less people at the campsites to have to worry about. It was this love of the peace and quiet that had gotten her into trouble. She shouldn't have been there, really. Her parents had tried to offer her some other plans for the weekend instead, but she had declined it. If she had taken it, maybe she wouldn't have had to leave them for good. The memory of the beast's teeth sinking into arms was enough to make her shiver. How she managed to get away from it, she'll never know. Perhaps it hadn't been set to kill. Maybe it had simply meant to scare her. Whatever the reason, it had infected her all the same, leaving whatever curse the creature had carried buried in her blood, lying dormant for a month until the full moon had claimed the night sky once more.
There wasn't really much use in being bitter about it, but Dakota couldn't help but keep a small grudge. It wouldn't help with anything, but anger was a lot better to focus on than the desperation of not knowing what was going to happen next. For a week now she had been following the road on foot, refusing rides from those rare drivers who held enough concern for stranger to offer her a lift. She couldn't risk it. While she didn't have to worry about shifting much during the day, that didn't mean she didn't struggle with keeping her new animalistic reactions at bay. It seemed like the littlest of things could annoy her now, sending her to snap and growl at people when it was not needed. Her camping and hiking experience helped her, making the journey not as bad as it could have been. However, she was looking a bit rough. Her thick brown hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail in an attempt to keep it tamed. Dirt smudged her skin and clothes due to not having access to a shower. Of course, if she looked hard enough, she could have found a creek that would have helped wash some of the dirt away, but she hadn't liked the idea of doing so in a place she was unfamiliar with. She could have taken her car as well, but then she would have had to keep track of it every night. There were some nights she could rest as she was. Other nights, the wolf had control. A backpack was easy to carry with her in those moments, and somehow she had yet to loose it in her wanderings. The road she was following hadn't been the original road she started out on, but that made little difference. Right now, she still had plenty of food in her bag, and with the ability to find fresh water and, despite the protest of her human stomach, hunt her own food, she was far from having to worry about where she was heading at the moment. So imagine her surprise when the outskirts of a town seemed to spring up before her.
Dakota halted for a moment as she took in the sight of the buildings. She might not have known where she was, but she had been following the road for hours. Usually there were road signs to let people know how far away they were from a town or a sign of welcome. She had seen no such signs. It was possible that this was just a small town, one where the governing officials didn't deem it big enough to invest that sort of money on petty things, but even so, there should have been something to tell her and others that there was a town near. What did it matter anyway? It was here, and, welcome signs or not, the idea of finding a bed to sleep in for the night and prospects of a shower made her feet to start forward once more.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2019 22:31:28 GMT -5
(Hello! Hmm, that would be fine with me. ^-^)
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Lesbian
falconfire
currently watching/reading/playing: haikyuu, avatar: the last airbender, animal crossing new horizon
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Post by falconfire on Aug 4, 2019 23:45:05 GMT -5
Kograth, the demon, made no effort to conceal his fiendish appearance in most of this town, especially at night. In his natural form he stood strong and 6'10" tall, not counting the eland horns on his head. A mane of wavy, dark hair grew to a little longer than his chin. A short beard, trimmed close, lined his jaw and matched the thick body hair on the rest of him. His ears were pointed and frilled. He had thick brows, and golden eyes, ringed with dark pigment giving the appearance of eyeliner. His skin was a dark magenta, with even deeper-colored swirls and stripes that broke up his silhouette in the shadows. His hands and feet were scaly, tipped with black talons like those of an eagle. His tail was thick and striped behind him.
He wore just a pair of dress pants -- he was barefoot -- and an unbuttoned white shirt. It wasn't as if he had to present himself for anybody. Kograth was just on an evening walk, exploring. Well...doing some reconnaissance for the other demons he'd been living with, too, but mostly just walking.
He figured he'd wandered into some sort of war zone when he realized how poorly kept the buildings around him had become. The demon had been vigilant for potential attackers, using his senses, but he'd managed to tune out some of the details of the quality of the real estate he was seeing. Pausing, he looked around. Was someone near here? His ear twitched, and he sensed something alive; the size of a humanoid, but he was unsure what kind. Carefully, he stepped into the shadows cast by a building in half-decent shape, and crept closer to the source of the energy.
After a moment of stalking, he spotted the tall, humanoid figure standing by the victim slumped on the ground. Now that made sense. He and his small clan wanted nothing to do with vampire turf wars, but that must have been why the place seemed near-deserted. This was none of his business, and with narrowed eyes he hoped to escape unnoticed. But a detail on the victim's body caught his attention: horns. It was some sort of demon, so the vampire was not opposed to demons as prey. Further, he recognized the pattern and twisting of the horns as unique...something he'd seen and known before. A former ally...a former friend. He'd thought that demon was long dead, and Kograth couldn't help giving a grunt of frustration and grief.
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 5, 2019 1:56:32 GMT -5
{ Hello! If you don't mind my joining- I was thinking of creating a character who owns a bar/club/boarding house (haven't decided yet) in town, would that be okay? }
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Post by Amber on Aug 5, 2019 3:31:33 GMT -5
(How supernatural do characters have to be? For example would someone who's half/a quarter (insert supernatural creature here) be allowed in town?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2019 11:13:46 GMT -5
(How supernatural do characters have to be? For example would someone who's half/a quarter (insert supernatural creature here) be allowed in town?) Yeah, as long as they have some part of themselves be supernatural that is fine. ^-^ { Hello! If you don't mind my joining- I was thinking of creating a character who owns a bar/club/boarding house (haven't decided yet) in town, would that be okay? } Hi~ That is good with me. (: (i believe mine's probably a bit shorter than all of yours. hope that's ok, i did what i could) No worries! ^_^
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Post by Amber on Aug 5, 2019 11:17:55 GMT -5
(Okay thanks for answering my question.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2019 11:35:44 GMT -5
Sephtis took out a cloth and wiped the small amount of blood from his lips, sighing. For that brief moment, his boredom had lifted but now he was bored once more. Pity. Slipping the stained cloth away, the vampire turned away from the dead demon as a soft breeze danced past him. A frown touched his pale lips. Something... No, multiple something's was here.
Crinkling his nose at the awful smells, he pinpointed one was very close and the other a bit farther down. A demon for sure, it was the same smell like the dead one at his feet. But, the other... A dog? A werewolf was the most probable. Great. Gripping his dragon-head cane tightly, he turned his new glowing blood-red gaze towards the shadows. The demon needed to be taken care of first.
"I will give you one chance to leave my territory before I return. Take your kind if you wish," he drawled, eyes meeting the figures in the shadows. Normally he was wasn't so lenient but, being that it was a demon who he just killed that was a statement in itself... Plus, he wasn't completely heartless. If this demon wanted to take hi kind and do whatever he'd allow him this one chance. Otherwise... "If you are still here when I return- you will be like your friend here, dead."
Here Sephtis paused, he wouldn't leave to confront this other intruder until he was certain that this one understood.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 5, 2019 12:01:37 GMT -5
Walking into the town, Dakota got an uneasy feeling. No cars drove down the streets, and there was no one else walking the streets. It wasn't a terrible day: the weather was pleasant for those who wished to traverse the town on foot. Yet there was no one. The further she went, the more she didn't like. Most of the storefronts were dark. No signs hung on the doors to indicate they were open and ready for business. No lights burned on the inside that might hint there was someone working inside.
Growing up, she had spent a couple of nights in her own home town when there was hardly anyone out and about. Even in the wee hours of the morning when nothing should be up, there were still the occasional car passing on their way to or from a job. When there weren't any vehicles around, there were still one other person or stray animals lurking in the shadows. No matter what, there was some indication that there was life in the town, and waiting for morning to stir. Here, however, Dakota could find that sign of life. Silence was prevalent here, and it made goosebumps rise along her arms.
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Post by Amber on Aug 5, 2019 12:20:29 GMT -5
It was stupid. It was dangerous. If anyone knew what she was doing, they'd kill her themselves. However, Delphinium didn't care. The night was a time for research. A time where all the various creatures would be prowling about. It was a time she didn't want to miss. Backpack tucked safely behind her, the young woman quietly wandered around the town trying to find something of interest. The plain bag held everything she needed. Camera, notebooks, pencilbag, food, and pretty much anything an adventurer would have. She was far from ill-prepared and beyond that, she was hardly unarmed. Besides her natural abilities, which admittedly were far from strong, she wasn't foolish enough to leave the safety of her home without other ways of protection. She had a knife with an iron blade and rowan wood handle, a clove of garlic, and a spike coated in silver among other items. Del wasn't exactly sure if the various trinkets actually worked, the world of the supernatural was new to her. However it was better to have something to throw at a creature than have nothing at all. Up until a few months ago, she thought she was purely human. With her newfound strength, healing factor, and light manipulation, among other things, it was clear she was something else. According to her parents she was a quarter angel on her father's side, a fact she was still getting used to.
Despite being angel in some part, the young woman was still nervous. She was barely in the town for a month, but reports of killings and other violent clashes made her uncomfortable. Delphinium let out a deep breath as she contiuned to walk along the dark street. Coupled with the dim light, the woman could almost see sixty feet in front of her. As she contiuned to walk in silence, she could hear noises echo through the seemingly empty streets. She bit her lip as a feeling of dread washed over her. Perhaps she should turn back and go home. No one would judge her and she would be safe. However Del was stubborn and ultimately refused to turn back. Besides, the night was still young and she hadn't found anything interesting to research. She didn't want to go back home until she found something.
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Lesbian
falconfire
currently watching/reading/playing: haikyuu, avatar: the last airbender, animal crossing new horizon
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Post by falconfire on Aug 5, 2019 16:21:12 GMT -5
(alright, so, i can rp for a bit here today and tonight, but i'll be out of town for a few days w/o much time for roleplaying starting tomorrow, so i'm going to see if i can at least wrap up this interaction and maybe i'll jump in when i get back)
Kograth had never seen this person in the flesh before, but he recognized the mask from stories and blurry pictures. A vampire, for sure. And the worst kind, in his opinion: a vampire in power. The Serpent Charmer and his kind drank blood, while Kograth's species fed on everything from vital energy to solid flesh. Kograth figured that if it came to it, his own beastlike strength and intuition would give him a chance in battle, at least.
Unlike some of his allies, this demon wasn't the type to seek wanton violence. Neither was he the type to tuck his tail between his legs and flee at the first sign of trouble.
He made his way to the body laying on the ground and hefted it, already skinny and lighter now without its blood, over his shoulder. He didn't have time to be tender with it. "Trespassing, huh? The absolute worst of crimes," he said, spitting sarcasm like venom.
He frowned, eyeing the body in his arms. "You couldn't even manage to fight back," he murmured, as if it were still alive. "You should know, Eyes of Death. Most of us aren't so easy to catch and kill."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2019 16:42:03 GMT -5
Sephtis arched an elegant eyebrow and he chuckled softly, nodding. "I have no doubt about that, Demon," he said, acknowledging the others words. Leaning against his came in a relaxed manner. "However, I prefer a challenge." Sincerity in his words. Then he sighed and stood straight. The smell of a human was growing closer and it was grating on his nerves.
"I'm afraid I must go. I have another pest to take care of," the vampire said, tone laced with annoyance. dual-colored eyes flickered to the body that the demon held and he pressed his lips together. "I suggest you inform your friends to be more careful about wandering into my territory," Sephtis warned, eyes hard.
A soft hiss sounded from around his neck and he nodded. "Yes. I believe you are right, Aphrodite. I should go make sure the wolf isn't mucking around, " he murmured, a smirk forming on his lips. Glancing again at the demon he nodded, "See you around." Turning, he stepped into the shadows and headed to where the werewolf was. The border of his territory.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 5, 2019 17:46:10 GMT -5
For twenty more minutes, she wandered into the city before Dakota halted before one of the building. She believed it was some kind of store, but she wasn't entirely sure what it once could have held. A sign hung above the windows, but the paint had long since faded. The building itself wasn't in terrible condition, but that made it all the more stranger. Instincts told her to turn around, to head back the was she had come and find a new direction to travel. Clearly this town held nothing she needed. However, the adventurer in her was curious. What happened here? Where was everyone? If this town had been abandoned, what reason caused it? Surely, if there was a tragedy here, then the story of it would have been told. Her town hadn't been too far away, so whatever news it would have stirred should have been able to reach her town. At the very least, some news channel would have broadcast what happened on the TV for days or weeks after it happened.
Stepping up the the front door, Dakota knocked on the door. There was little hope that anyone would be inside, but she had to know. If there were people here, could they be hiding inside? If so, why? What would they have the need to hide from? When there was response, she tried to open the door. Whether it was so for every building, she wasn't sure, but this door she found was locked. Sure, she could have broken into it if she wanted to, but that felt wrong. Until she knew for sure that there was no one around this section of the town at least, she would not be breaking into any of the buildings.
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 5, 2019 19:38:51 GMT -5
Lach had never believed it possible to slam a door open and trip up the stairs, yet Lian displays the reality of both in rapid succession. Steaming- literally- he grips the banister hard enough to crack on his way up to the living quarters, moving with rigid purpose despite the general untouched nature of his person. Other than his veritable waterfall of marine-black hair being in noticeable disarray and looking a little sunburned, he seems otherwise untouched. Lach watches him ascend with open amusement, deciding to trade off duty for today was a good call, he'd have to thank Imp for the tip.
Wednesday nights tend to be surprisingly slow, business wise. It would appear that the wicked does rest, on occasion. The brief respite granted to those who have less nefarious purposes generally would normally be capitalized on with glee- yet here he is. Sprawled on a faded champagne colored sofa and watching the mist curl languidly against the window as the moon crests the trees. The night holds that eerie kind of world-holds-its-breath silence that normally precedes a storm, and in this town, the storms are always explicitly felt. There's no boarding up the windows and hiding out in the shadows of one's home here. You can't escape it.
This is probably why his current...business partner decided to settle here, if even temporarily. The vampire feud is becoming ever more bloody, and though it doesn't technically affect humans, Lian just can't leave well-enough alone. As evidenced by the fact that Lach is waiting around in the parlor when he should be in bed. Lian insisted that he was readily available for whatever reason, and he couldn't very well refuse under the terms of their contract. He can only find amusement in the rare display of ire while he tries not to fall asleep on the very comfortable sofa.
It's as he's drifting off that he finally hears a knock on the door, and Lach startles awake, lurching forward with a hand held protectively before his throat before he manages to get his bearings. He exhales slowly through his teeth, odd eyes narrowing briefly with irritation before he straightens and dons his 'customer service' face. Which isn't actually as plastic as it may sound- Lach truly does love meeting new people and tending to potential customers. And getting money- But he had to break up a scuffle between three unruly vampires this evening and they did a number on him. Mentally, at least.
He smothers a yawn as he rises and crosses the large, open room to the innocuous-looking front door. The building is enchanted to look like any pedestrian storefront at first; he gets a lot of runaways. Lach pauses at the door to fuss over his long silver mane, ensuring that it's tied just so before straightening out any perceived imperfections in his already pristine clothes- an ivory dress shirt, navy silver-embroidered waistcoat, and white slacks. This done, he finally deigns to look through the imperceptible spyglass set into the wood just as the woman on the other side tries the knob.
She looks like another runaway- disheveled, dusty, a worn backpack and stray leaf in her tangled hair. But her eyes- he may not be as adept at reading others as a canny vampire or 'all-knowing' Lian, but he can already tell that she's a wolf. She doesn't look like she's being hunted, at least. But money. She doesn't look like she's in the position to offer anything of value. Lach huffs softly, dismayed but not discouraged. The door opens outward, and he's sure to slide the deadbolt back with a finality that would alert her to his intention before swinging the heavy yew open with a dramatic gesture.
"Good evening, lass~" His greeting is perhaps a bit loud in the pressing silence of the empty street, a roll to it that hints at the brogue of his homeland. Lach's odd eyes reflect the moonlight as he gives her another cursory perusal before his friendly gaze settles on her face. "Lookin' for a place to stay the night?"
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 5, 2019 19:39:40 GMT -5
{ Sorry that I kind of shoehorned this in- I thought it might be a good place to introduce Lach? ^^" }
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 5, 2019 20:18:33 GMT -5
(I think it was a nice time and way to introduce him. ^^ )
Well, now what? Dakota hadn't thought about what would come next. To be honest, she wasn't really sure what she was doing to begin with. When she left home, all she had been concerned about was getting away so she wouldn't accidentally hurt family or friends. There was no destination in mind, no allies she was running to. From the little knowledge of myths and folklore she knew, as well as all the modern renditions of those tales, she knew there had to be a group of others somewhere. Perhaps there had even been one in her own town. That thought hadn't crossed her mind until after she had left, however.
She was just about to step away, to continue on her aimless search for a place to bunk for the night, when the sound of a lock opening reached her ears. Had she still been a full human, she might not have noticed. Now, it rang in her eyes sharply, startling her. As the door opened, she jumped back a bit, staring up at the man before her. The woman's mouth opened for a moment as if to response. Shock kept any immediate sentences from her mind. There was something about this man that wasn't right. What it was, she couldn't say. It was a feeling. Some new found instinct, some gut feeling, that there was something off. After a moment, she swallowed and found her voice. "Um, yeah, I was," she told him cautiously. What were the chances she had stumbled across a motel? Or maybe her appearance gave away that she was a little on the down and out of luck side of things. Which wasn't true, of course. Before she had left, she had been sure to take with her some of her savings that hadn't been stored in the bank. Any cash she had, she stashed it away in her bag in case she needed it. "I'm sorry to have bothered you. I'm a little lost, and didn't think anyone was here."
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 5, 2019 21:19:23 GMT -5
{ Ah, thanks! ^^ }
Oh, a polite one! Didn't get too many of those around here, nowadays. And perhaps her initial shock goes a long way toward appeasing him as well- though it might have simply been surprise at his sudden appearance or the feeling of not-quite-rightness he naturally exudes- Lach chooses to believe that she was rendered momentarily speechless by his appearance itself. He's a beautiful creature; he's made sure of it, and makes doubly sure that everyone knows it. And so he can't quite help the beguiling smile that curves his full lips and sharpens the puckish glint in his wintry dual-colored eyes. Those with magic in their blood aren't quite so susceptible to his enchantments, but they've become second nature at this point. And make him a little extra, if he plays it right.
"Ah, no trouble at all, a thasgaidh~ Sirideán welcomes the lost." He waves away her apology and trades it for a playful wink. "It's the novelty, y'ken?" Lach doesn't give her time to reply, already stepping back and sweeping an arm to welcome her into the now well-lit interior. "Now, let's see if we can't get you found~"
{ Also Lach isn't actually trying to enchant Dakota- he's just laying on the charm, haha. And 'a thasgaidh' means my darling/my dear. }
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 5, 2019 21:38:39 GMT -5
(My God, I love him already. Egoistical to a degree and Gaelic (I'm assuming that's right, just don't know if it's Scottish or Irish). He's going to be fun. XD)
Dakota stood there, a bit dumbfounded. What, or rather who, had she stumbled upon? Already, the town had left her confused, but this man was the last person she would have expected to find. He was attractive, that was obvious. There was no point in trying to deny it, and had this been under any other circumstance, she might have even been captivated by him. Appearance and voice mixed together did create an alluring aesthetic, and, after all, she was only human. Well, not anymore, she supposed. The man still allured her, but it wasn't his beauty or his charm, but instead it was the strangeness of it all. Her brown eyes held his oddly colored ones briefly before he stepped out of the way. Once more, something in her screamed that she shouldn't even be considering this. That this man, whoever he might be, was not one to be trusted. Then again, she couldn't be trusted too much either, especially if the wolf wanted free. She could easily hurt him just as much as he could hurt her if she lost control on herself. Still, a warm bed and a decent meal made her mind up for her.
Warily, she stepped passed the strange man into the building. Inside, she saw the lights were indeed burning bright, and the interior was not what she had thought she would find. The woman had wanted to play it cool, but now that she was within the building, she couldn't help herself from looking about with both curiosity and caution. "If you're sure I won't be a bother," she muttered as she did so. The last thing she wanted was to barge in on someone.
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Post by Protractor on Aug 5, 2019 21:59:16 GMT -5
(I've gotta werewolf child if he's welcome
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 5, 2019 23:03:21 GMT -5
{ Glad you like him~! He is also egotistical enough to be incredibly pleased by this Scottish Gaelic is right! I hope so~! He's rather fun to write, haha~ I'd say the bar portion kinda looks like This. And in the language of flowers, Kentucky Starwort means 'welcome to a stranger'. } Lach hums to distract from the silent urgency with which he closes and locks the door. He doesn't want to give her the impression of being tricked into something dangerous- but he can't exactly leave it open for too long either. Whatever agitated Lian is possibly still out there, and he can tell by the way she moves that she's only just coming into her more animalistic nature. He doesn't like the chances of a new werewolf against the other creatures who go bump in the night. Not here, and especially not now. Ah, Lian's marshmallow heart is rubbing off on him. Lach's smile quirks a bit higher as he swings around to watch his newest tenant inspect her surroundings with clear fascination. He'd been the one to do the majority of the decorating and had decided on some amalgamation of retro swinger's club and Scottish pub. The latter portion only encompassing the bar and booths towards the back, where warm lighting creates a more intimate atmosphere and traditional art lines the walls- Primarily depictions of any and every body of water. The direct opposite side of the room has a more dated vibe, with a golden dance floor that gleams under the lights and a raised platform for live music and singing. The piano is covered by a white sheet, but the moonlight slants in a way that creates a natural spotlight. Lach had Lian move it repeatedly around the room until he could have just that effect- And as always, the look visitors tend to get in their eyes upon seeing his efforts makes it all worth it. Of course there are quite a few magic objects in the room to give it that effect as well, but he likes to think that they aren't expressly necessary. The werewolf still seems wary- not that he can blame her- so Lach continues to hum as he slips behind the bar to get a chilled water and slides it toward her. " Not at all! We could do with some new blood around here~" Ha. He turns his back to conceal the wry twist of his lips, busying himself with removing a covered plate from the counter behind him to place that before the woman as well. Still hot, thanks to the 'blessing' meant to keep it fresh. A fork accompanies it, and after a moment of contemplation, a simple blue vase with a cluster of Kentucky starwort. Lach steps back and waves her toward the plate. " Free of charge, okay? You must have been traveling for some time to reach a backwater place like this." A leading statement, almost a question. He's curious, but he won't pry. " Those're ginger chicken dumplings. Savor every bite because Lian rarely cooks." Lach gives her a playful conspiratory look before turning to rearrange a few bottles. He doesn't actually have to- but watching her eat would make her uncomfortable, as would talking while she was attempting it. However, he does pause as if just remembering something and tilts his head to catch her gaze with an apologetic smile. " Ah, pardon my lack of manners- I'm Innes Lachlan, master of the Sirideán- but you're welcome to call me Lach~" His tone implies that this is a special concession made based on her attractiveness. " And you are~?"
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Post by Amber on Aug 5, 2019 23:35:21 GMT -5
(While I find a place to shoehorn her in/find someone open/insert something else here, I went ahead and did Delphinium's character thing.)
Name: Delphinium "Del" Vivenna Colms Age: 24 years old Gender: Female Species: Quarter angel Appearence: Del is slightly below average in height. She has medium, olive-toned skin and dark hazel eyes. Her hair is silvery blonde with a bluish tint that's become more prominent over time. Personality: Curious, easily excitable, kind, caring, friendly, easily frightened, shy around new people, optimistic, naive, too trusting, warm, oblivious, energetic, talkative, bubbly, brash, and easily flustered. History: For most of her life, Del was ignorant of her angel heritage. Sure there were some unusual thing that happened around her like the way she healed unusually fast or how light would sometimes act weirdly around her. But she just had a good immune system and the bulbs just needed to be changed. It didn't mean anything to her. That is until she turned 24. Powers got out of control and chaos ensued, which caused her parents to finally come clean. Her father, a half-angel himself, told her and her siblings everything. With a new world full of adventure ahead of her, Del seeked to find out more about it. A little more than half a year later, she went on her way to discover more about the supernatural world, eventually ending up in the current town(no idea what it's called). Abilities: She can heal some wounds, has minor control over light, enchanced strength, and slight nightvision. May or may not have wings, it's currently unknown. Other: Delphinium is the scientific name of the Larkspur flower. She has a lot of nicknames. Delphie, Little Larkspur, Delph, Delie(thanks to her dad), Larkspur, Larkie, but Del is the one commonly used.
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