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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 7, 2019 15:07:20 GMT -5
(Decent thread name pending. ValkoinenLeuka )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Oct 7, 2019 15:30:23 GMT -5
Perhaps ‘Mistaken Identities’?
“Double” | Doppelgänger
Double’s apreance remains inconsistent, switching between stolen and mimicked appearances every few years. He tends to target people with fewer personal connections and nicer lifestyles in an attempt to find a place where he can fit himself in without a lot of trouble hiding his lies. Of course, he’s not exactly perfect in his practice and often has to abandon a guise and location to keep from being found out.
In his real form that he never shows, he’s about 5’8 at full height with translucent blue skin and large gold eyes. His body is very alien in appearance, gaunty with spindly long limbs and lacking any hair or fur. His facial features appear and vanish as he needs them. When he’s most relaxed, his face is completely blank.
Double is a fairly self-centered creature without any real ties to anyone living. He’s nervous, defensive, and withdrawn when it comes to trying to interact in his normal form. He tends to lose this when he’s impersonating someone else, and he can become very caught up in his own act. He remembers he isn’t really them, but he is very good at adopting the target’s personality and behavior.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 8, 2019 2:13:12 GMT -5
If I were to use my OC Percival ... mistaken identities could go pretty wrong pretty quick. XD I'll give a rundown of who he is in the morning. Today's been busy.)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Oct 8, 2019 8:56:04 GMT -5
Nice! Take your time and I look forward to it))
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 8, 2019 17:20:52 GMT -5
Percival Larkton Regimald | 1,348 years | Vampire | Current profession: X | Male |
Physical Description ;; He has short, sandy blond hair cut to just above his ears. Pale skin. He's about 5'7 with long legs. He often stands, hunching his shoulders and keeps his gaze a little low, hands behind his back. He likes to wear loss fitting cloths and shoes that hardly fit around his feet. He has light hazel eyes and long, slender fingers. He's about normal weight, maybe looking a little under in the wrong lighting, but that just because he lacks muscle. Has a slight trouble with doors and organization skills are not his strong suit. Looks to be in his mid-twenties.
Personality Description;; Highly protective of the ones he cares about, but unwilling to risk himself or others if he can't see a clear way of protecting them. For example, he might hesitate if he would get injured even if he did mange to rescue the person in danger. Besides that, he is civil to others and will try not to look bored out of his mind at every turn, even if he is. Likes to travel. Has an attitude and no sense of humor.
Other;; Percival has an abnormality about him. For some unknown reason, he always seem to be around when someone starts a major fire. He claims that he hunts the demons which start them. Seems to have a very small group (2-3 other people) who do the same, but they don't seem to be so quick to appear on the scene.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Oct 9, 2019 3:21:23 GMT -5
Neat! Do you have an idea for Percival’s set up that Double would want to replace him?))
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 9, 2019 12:28:57 GMT -5
(How does Double usually pick someone to replace? Other than the fact that the person usually doesn't have a lot of personal connections to other people? (Percival fits that.) But does Double ... wait in some back alley and stalk people until he figures that out?
Percival, as for what his life has to benefit Double, is rather cushy. So it would probably be an upgrade from whatever current situation Double is in. He also doesn't have a very difficult (at first glance) life to emulate. Double just has to look like he knows what he's doing when walking around as Percival. The rest doesn't really matter, since considering the time period most people would just assume that he's doing what he's supposed to. Percival has money and usually that lets you do pretty much anything - including hanging out around burnt out husks of buildings and looking curious.)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Oct 9, 2019 15:01:57 GMT -5
(Hmm If Percival dresses like he has money, Double might start to notice. He passes by twice, still looking like things are going alright for him, and Double starts watching. Observing behavior, interactions, how often he has people around, where he goes and spends the most time, what he does, how he speaks and sounds, everything he can to make himself a perfect replica down to little ticks and habits. After about three to five days of investigation, he begins a planning sequence that can last a few days, and once the plan is ready, he’ll lie in wait for the best chance to replace him without being found out and a good place to hide the remains. Though to Percival it might just appear that one of the townsfolk has gotten too nosy if he starts noticing someone’s following.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 9, 2019 22:02:26 GMT -5
(Yeah, I see that working well! Percival would probably notice Double after a while, but either would wait for Double to make a move or would find a situation when he could have the upper hand. And yes, he dresses like he has money.
Did we want Double to get as far as an attempt to replace Percival (and maybe think he's succeeded for a while?) or did we want Percival to catch him?)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Oct 9, 2019 22:17:33 GMT -5
Honestly? It feels like the biggest flex to let Double try an attack and just shrug it off. If he’s close enough to make contact, he might not realize something about the scent isn’t human (likely more metallic) until after having failed to down him in one shot. He’s only marginally stronger than humans compared to other monsters. It’s no problem when he’s got a human one on one but a vampire would be a different story.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 10, 2019 15:17:23 GMT -5
(Oh yes, got it. Heh heh. So did we want to RP to see how that situation would go? See what they do or how they'd react to each other? Maybe start things up a bit into Double's stalking (a day or a couple days.))
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Oct 10, 2019 15:33:32 GMT -5
(Sounds good. My phone is near dead so I can post later or you can post and set the scene before then)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 11, 2019 1:26:29 GMT -5
(Ouch. I would have, but today was my busy day! )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Oct 11, 2019 2:07:39 GMT -5
It’s fine if you want to post first still. I might be sleepy tonight)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 11, 2019 17:54:28 GMT -5
(Soft background jazz is the theme, it would seem.) (Thank goodness for the weekend.)
(I set the location, though I wasn't completely sure where you'd want your character to be so I'm a touch afraid I might not have given enough to work off of. As soon as I know where Double is, I can better construct something or at least have Percival pass his location. ^^ )
London bustled. It was really the only way for Percival to describe it. Politely. It was the only polite way to describe it. His grasp of linguistics didn't extend far enough to capture the adequate feeling of the place. The clatter of cart horse hooves beat a chaotic rhythm in his ears, the stench of unwashed bodies making it even to his lofty perch. It was distracting, but not really invasive. He was used to it by now. It just interfered with keeping track of the world around him. It seemed possible that he might finally come to the conclusion that he did not understand what was going on. It was tricky to admit - it stung his pride and caused the muscles of his shoulders to tense. But the admittance was also necessary. For a second or two, he closed his eyes. The lines around his mouth smoothed, almost like he was preparing to sleep while standing upright. Then his eyelids snapped open again and he blinked. Even after working though the various nearby sounds he couldn't pinpoint where his tail had gotten off to. For now, that was fine. Maybe they had given up for the day. He didn't think it likely, or at least he didn't think they would have left the area for good, but he did relax a fraction. He pushed himself away from the wall of the building, both of his feet firmly planted so he didn't tip over the concerning drop to the street below. Two stories weren't exactly the safest means of watching anything, but at least it kept him out of most of the crowd. He turned to the side, feet angled to keep away from the empty air, before his comfortable leather shoes found the rungs of the ladder positioned at the side of the house. The actions were familiar and he didn't even think about them as he slowly descended into the courtyard at the back of the house and into the small garden. 'Upper story' was more like a fancy loft, but it was a nice place and he came there when he wanted to get away from his actual house. Anyway, it was away from the main thoroughfare, and he liked the fact it had actually had room for a yard. Money meant nothing if he at least didn't have some comfort. He glanced at the carefully tended garden - which really took up much of the yard - and the neatly trimmed hedges. The back of the house looked in far better straights than the front. Then again ... no one on the street had direct access to the places they couldn't see. The man turned, glancing one time with absentmindedness at the fence that bordered his property, then turned for the door into the house. Getting food could be a good start. Or rather, 'food'. It was little use to him, but it set his staff at ease and he'd rather they didn't know of his ... eccentric ways. Or that's how they would be classified, if they were not outright know.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Oct 14, 2019 10:30:11 GMT -5
(Sorry for the delay. I’ve been really tired and low-energy)
Double had only gotten himself inside the grounds of his target once. He’d found a few helpful little notes to make his target’s life a little clearer, but he hadn’t been able to pull such a feat of again. He’d been too close to being found the first time. Taking such a risk again could raise too much suspicion for him to keep pursuing his target.
He’d found no family, very few signs of regular visits from friends or semblance of social life. His target didn’t bond with the staff on the grounds, so the constant presence of strangers didn’t mean any sort of familiarity. There were a few little quirks that he’d picked up that maybe he should have examined closer, but everyone had their oddities, their secrets. A man of wealth was no different.
But a man of wealth was always a nicer mark. Especially one without social tendencies. No family members to suddenly make pretend he knew and treasured, no friends to falsely offer interest or entertainment. He could set up his own social circle when he was ready and well fitted to his new life.
These days, Double was what as he called ‘between faces’. He didn’t have a home or family to pretend to call his own. His cover had been blown a few months back and he’d torn out of the little village before anyone could find what he really was. He’d resorted to using the form of a young man that he had used before decades ago. A mark he hadn’t taken, but had learned the form. By now the original would be dead and gone, but Double had only seen him in his youth. At the cost of his clothes looking a little outdated, he still had a disguise with no connections. It would be nearly impossible to build anything for himself with just a fake identity, but it let him get from place to place.
He lurked in silence just a few houses down from where his new mark had last gone indoors. When he heard the door open and the sound of footsteps on the pavement, he waited to be certain it matched the gait he knew before he started to follow after. He got a small glimpse of the man in fancy clothes before he was obscured by cover again and he knew it was definitely his target.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 15, 2019 1:18:39 GMT -5
( I was looking after a kitten all day! Apologies! I'll have to reply tomorrow!)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Oct 15, 2019 4:35:02 GMT -5
(May I request a doodle or description of the kitten?)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 15, 2019 16:17:29 GMT -5
(Indeed you may! Here is a picture of her sweet face. She was a work cat for a day before my coworker's sister adopted her. She was found in the bushes outside and hissed at everyone when she first was brought in. Then my boss donated her coat and she fell asleep on it and then throughout the rest of the day anyone could hold her. She was very sleepy, but then about midway through the day she got up and walked around and she played on my keyboard for a bit. I got her to chase a pencil and my fingers as well! )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Oct 15, 2019 16:39:08 GMT -5
(I’m crying she’s perfect)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 15, 2019 16:39:24 GMT -5
And there the tail was again. He could have seen that coming. He was pretty sure he was noticing it more frequently when he was being followed. Percival just wasn't sure if that meant he was being followed more or if that was just because he was becoming more aware of the little quirks of his stalker. He could have tried to confront them. But honestly, it was far more interesting to wait and see what they'd do. They seemed human. The few times Percival had managed to get a look at them undetected (and when they were actually close enough to see) they looked like they were anyway. But he couldn't be sure about that. They could be a vampire. The smell of a vampire wasn't exactly that far off from a humans - it would have been a lot easier to do his job if he could just be sure there weren't any others like himself around. But the human on his tail was an interesting diversion and so far they hadn't actually done anything. This didn't mean Percival was expecting nothing to happen. He just expected that it might not be today. They hadn't actually done anything. Other than breaking into his house. He'd known that. He could vaguely smell them all over the place when he had gotten back. Why? Why him? Was he just a random diversion? Or was it ... something else? Oh, he didn't suspect that they were a human. Not really. He was placing bets on a vampire. Which meant they were either hunting him or he had just crossed the wrong path and they were trying to figure out why he was there. He would have attempted to follow them, if he'd been prepared to scare them off. So he played the oblivious target like he had been doing for a while now. "Two apples please," he said to a store attendant, looking a bit bored as he he ordered. He'd done the same thing for what felt like over a week now. He might have been miscounting. The tail was probably familiar with the repeated action. Percival would buy two apples, go to the side of the river not more than three blocks away, and sit and eat one. He'd watch the river for a while and pocket the other apple. The apple never agreed with him, though he tried not to make that fact obvious. He just needed something to do while he waited. The second apple was never eaten, but instead by the end of the way he would have passed it to some child on the street. It was his only strange quirk, it appeared. Percival was honestly getting tired of keeping it up. Sooner or later, the tail would have to approach him though, right? There was a reason for the two apples. The boredom associated with immortality had never really been his cup of tea, but that didn't mean he wasn't board enough to buy something for the creep who was probably trying to steal from him. It was just amusing enough to entertain him.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 15, 2019 16:41:13 GMT -5
(She really is!)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Oct 21, 2019 4:22:35 GMT -5
Double had been present for most of his mark's little ventures away from his home, though as far as he knew, he'd been undetected. Given how often this little routine took place, he had long ago made note this odd ritual was something he would likely have to continue doing for a while to avoid suspicion once he'd gotten into his new form. But that shouldn't be too terrible. Percival never seemed to socialize much with the vendor he bought the apples from, and he didn't seem to take interest in the strays he picked when he gifted the remaining apple away. He'd just have to show his face. Easy enough.
The river was his second point of interest. He wasn't sure what it was about this spot that had the man returning here. It couldn't be the view. At first he'd thought Percival was waiting for someone, but no one ever showed. No boats flowed by with any indication towards him, and no one tried to follow him from another street. This spot was in an odd balance, Double felt. It was public enough, but only just so. No one ever seemed to be around. It was likely no one would notice anything odd here. Just a forgotten waterway, likely an excellent place to make his move. Odds were there were a number of bodies disposed of in the same waterway. If anyone ever did find his mark, his remains would be too mixed with other bones and fabrics to prove it was him. After all, who would be looking for him if no one thought he was missing?
Maybe... he'd followed for long enough? There didn't seem to be anyone Percival was connected to, no social bonds to learn and mimic. He'd turned out to be so ordinary, dull and uneventful. What else did Double have to learn? If this man was such a blank slate, maybe he'd have the chance to actually act a little more himself when he replaced him?
That thought alone was more than enough to push him forward. He definitely wanted this man's place in the world, and he wanted to have it sooner rather than later. Percival was sitting, easily vulnerable if he placed his approach well. He never had to know. One good hit, his head or his neck, and he could just roll him into the water. Easy. No more difficult than any other time he'd replaced someone.
Double was silent, slow as he left his cover. Every step was lighter than he should have been able to walk, eyes on the man seated on the ground ahead of him. He had nearly closed the gap when he thought he saw Percival start to move and he panicked. He'd almost forgotten he wasn't completely vulnerable, he was still disguised and able to retreat. But if he lost his chance here, he'd have to start over, or worse, give up. A failed attempted brought too much suspicion. He couldn't let his new life slip by without making the most of this opportunity. He made a charge to close the gap, lunging for a strike with one hand.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 24, 2019 17:40:57 GMT -5
(Deepest apologies for my absence. The past couple days wore at me rather badly.)
Each step was agony. Why couldn't he get the approach over with. Percival spun the apple around in his fingers a little, looking at the white pulp and then turning it to get at the red skin. Each time he checked the carefully buffed shell for the hint of color of his stalker's movement. Then he took the bite and the action repeated. This approach was unusual. Percival wondered, distantly, if he was about to be mugged. Seemed unlikely if this miscreant was really so good as to make it into his house and steal nothing. He'd must have moved oddly - shifting in his seated position to work out a better angle to hold his inadequate mirror - because the 'human' lunged. For Percival, his brain started moving very fast and the world slowed down. Not mugged then. Attempted murder seemed far more likely. The key word was 'attempt'. He almost let the strike fall, not moving from his seated position as he heart the desperate sound of another's body rushing toward him. But then he leaned to the left so quickly that he hoped his assailant would have no time to react. In the same movement, he reached up, intent on grabbing his outstretched hand. The next chain of events played out in Percival's head before they were even carried out. The would-be attacker's momentum would carry him over Percival's shoulder, but the vampire's grip on his wrist would have it ending more in a flip. And Percival didn't intend to let go. Not now he finally had the tricky fellow in his grasp. "Glad you could drop in," he said brightly. "But I wouldn't dream of breaking your neck - or your wrist - without knowing your name ... Would you care to enlighten me before I do break any relevant bones?" He supposed he could have let the man 'kill him'. It would have doubtlessly not have been effective unless he was aware that Percival was a vampire. After such a shoddy attack, he knew that the man himself was not a vampire. No. No, he was betting on a foolish human. It might have been amusing to pretend to die for a while, just to haunt this man. But wasted opportunities couldn't be cried over.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Nov 8, 2019 2:29:11 GMT -5
(It’s all good! Sorry about my own absence! Moving has warn me down so much! Thanks for the little bump reminder, really helps me keep track of threads on my phone :3)
Double’s have caught empty air as the stranger moved out of the way. For just a brief second he thought it had been luck and he started to move his other hand to attack instead when he felt the grip lock on his wrist. There was a panic in him that only lasted a heartbeat, because as soon as he realized his body was still moving forward he entered a state of fight or flight.
He’d already attacked, he needed to follow up and keep fighting. However that reflex was knocked out of him as soon as his back was on the ground, along with the breath he’d tried to hold. Nothing about Percival had led him to believe he should be this strong... It had to be luck. Humans didn’t get this strong and nothing had suggested he’d had a history in physical fitness.
He tried to catch his breath again, attempting to get himself on his feet to make some sort of retaliation. He didn’t get far, Percival still had his wrist. Well, he couldn’t be that lucky a second time. One good hit should get him free and he could actually get this attack under way. An easy life, he reminded himself. Just one thing to do, and he could live a good half-century in Percival’s life, maybe more if he could age the form gracefully. Everything was riding on this, he couldn’t fail here. Percival had seen him and even threatened him. He wasn’t going to be able to stay in the city if he let him live.
His other hand was free, Double realized, and he took another swing, aiming for the man’s head. One good hit, and he’d have a new home, a new him.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Nov 10, 2019 4:41:30 GMT -5
(Double is awesome. Just so you know. Also, hoped the moving went well!)
And once again, the hit failed. Percival's head was once again no longer were it was supposed to be and he avoiding the swing with ease. Double's attempts to replace him were met with a cynical grin, almost a grimace, and the vampire reached out and grabbed Double's other hand in his, holding it firm. It was a grip few mortals could break, much less whoever Double was. "Stop squirming," Percival said conversationally. "It is just making it very difficult to talk with you." Considering Percival's tone of voice, it was very hard to believe that he had anything as kindly in mind as to just talk. His words were instead firm, commanding, no nonsense, and ever so slightly threatening. "If you attempt to kick me," he said, aware that Double's legs were free and being fulling prepared to flip him if necessary. "I will break your metacarpus on exactly three fingers and your middle phalanx on two others. It will be your fault if you do not wish to ever hold a pen again." He didn't seem to have any doubt that he would do it. Maybe the doubt was removed when he started naming off exact bone anatomy. "Otherwise, perhaps you'd like to stop struggling and instead tell me your name and why exactly I'm wanted dead. I usually get curious about those things ... since it happens once in a while." His voice dropped very low near the end and he leaned closer to Double. It seemed like an appropriate gesture.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Nov 25, 2019 14:57:57 GMT -5
(We don't have to RP if you're busy right now, but did you want to chat or plot? ^^ )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Dec 7, 2019 23:30:48 GMT -5
(Sorry I didn’t get a notice you’d posted. I’m working freelance daily and it has me super exhausted and I’m still sorting out living in a new place with my fiancé.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 10, 2019 16:39:21 GMT -5
(Perfectly fine! Hope it all goes well on your end! )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Dec 11, 2019 9:19:21 GMT -5
(It’s been good but freelance work has me exhausted so my freetime is different. With any luck i’ll find a proper job soon)
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