Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2019 22:07:50 GMT -5
Rules~
-First please able to able to write at least 3 or more paragraphs each post, nothing below that. Decent grammar and punctuation required as well. Oh, and you MUST rp in third person.
-For character form please do a sheet like mine below. The physical description can be a face-claim but everything else needs to be written out.
-Gary-sue aren't allowed, perfect and flawless characters will be rejected. Honestly, personality is way more important to me than your character appearance.
- That said, no feeble/weak/whiny characters or extremely anti-social. (Anti-social is allowed but, if your character refuses to interact with mine then we have a problem!!!)
{If you have any question's feel free to ask them here or through PMs.}
Plot- Winter has come yet again. Your character works at a Cafe, they'd been working there for several years now. Starting from janitorial work to now being the Cafe Manager. They are very social and have many regular customers. One day a few Winter's ago, a man dressed in a fancy suit and a strange metal mask appeared. Every day from the last day of November to the first day of February he would come in and sit in a corner next to the window, ordering the same drink and sweet. He'd sit there for a few hours, taking his time with his order and gazing out of the window at the people passing by. Once done, he leave the exact change for his order and a generous tip.
Not once did the man come in any other time of the year, only during winter and no time past that. Your character had always been intrigued by this mystery man and has in the past tried striking up a conversation... with no luck. While the man wasn't rude, he answered the question in a polite but curt manner; never saying more then a few words. The sixth year came and the man didn't appear as he had in the past, not once during that winter or year. Now it is the next years and low and behold, the man comes waltzing in. How will your character react? Where was the man last year? Can your character finally get more than just a few words from him?
My character-
Name: Septimus McKnight
Age: 26
Place of Birth: San Diego, California
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Human, Asian
Appearance/Description: The man has long silky black hair with strands of white through it, usually pulled back in some complex braid. His skin is darkly tanned; with his height around 5'12; lean muscular body like a professional swimmers. Septimus is a heterochromia, with one pure white eye and the other dark emerald green. Tattoos and scars are scattered here and there upon his person; the tattoos are mostly random solid black colored numbers ranging from ‘1’ to ‘50’. The single tattoo on his body that isn’t a number is a large tattoo of a dark blue and black dragon, it starts on his chest and wraps around his abdomen. It’s very detailed but not all the way colored in, half done starting from the tip of its tail to the middle of its body. The scars range from being severe and deep to minor here and there. Upon half his face is a simple metal mask, which is infused to his skin. McKnight also has a lame leg, which is very evident at times and so he uses his signature Dragon head Cane.
Personality/Attitude: Septimus is a quiet fellow, someone who prefers to observe the people around him rather then interact. (Will add more of his personality as your character learns about him)
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: McKnight has a black wolf-hybrid named Poseidon.
Hobbies/Interests: Septimus enjoys music and any type of art; painting, sketching, coloring, etc. He also has special skills with various weapons.
Philosophy of Life:" Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it."
Occupation: Unknown
Other: Everyday Septimus wear's the same thing a simple black suit and tie, with dark dress shoes.
RP starter~
The crowds were bustling with people, all dressed for the winter. Scarves, jackets, boots, mittens, and quite a few walked with a thermos filled to the brim with a hot drink. However, walking among them dressed in a simple suit and no real jacket, was Septimus McKnight. His cane clicked softly against the sidewalk as he moved along, all the while ignoring the odd looks shot his way. Why the looks? Other than how under-dressed the man was, the half-mask on his face certainly drew people's attention. The mask was a dull gray and cold to the touch. The white eye under the mask seemed to dimly glow.
Finally, he arrived at his destination. Pausing a moment, his dual colored eyes danced across the black letters of Cafe. 'Harmony's Haven' was written in bold letters. Turning his attention to the door, he stepped forward and clasped the knob, turning it and then pushing it open calmly. The soft ring of the bell sounded through the room and he entered, closing the door as his eyes wandered about the room. Nothing had changed from the year he'd been gone. The familiarity washed over him and his tense body relaxed. He'd missed this.
Now more relaxed, he glanced to the booth where he normally sat and was grateful to find it empty. Without a word Septmius walked over to it and he took a seat, letting go a content sigh. Once settled, the male glanced around and his eyes fell upon a waitress coming over. As soon as she was beside his table he ordered his usual; a cup of lemon-honey tea and a piece of lemon cake. Then he dismissed her and tuned his attention to the window and those wandering around outside it.
Absently, he reached p and very lightly brushed his fingertips over the mask, which was colder then usual because of the weather outside. Grimacing as that half of his face throbbed with pain, he took hold of the mask and pulled put from his face.
The skin under it was still a deep red and while the stitches were gone the scars it left were not. Though his face was already burn-scarred before the surgery, so once those scars heal it'll simply match the previous ones.
A year ago he had the mask that had been melted to his face taken off through surgery, said surgery was a high risk. But, it had been worth it to him. Two years ago, here in this Cafe one of the waiters had absently commented on the mask, wondering what Septimus face looked like underneath and well, those words kept tumbling around until he finally decided to have the surgery done. So, McKnight scheduled it and had it done, though the price was pain and not being able to come to this little haven for a year but now he was back and was particularly looking forward to see that waiter- that is manager, once again.
{Your character would be the waiter mentioned at the end.}