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The Luminary / Scorpion Fire

« on: April 03, 2020, 02:46:32 PM »

The night after he had met with Sam and Remi he had to have his class in the Luminary anyway, so if Sam did want to meet up later in preparation for whatever Remi would find tonight, he was in close quarters and could be there quickly if needed. Tonight he did wear a long sleeve undershirt and a vest, mostly because he felt it a bit chilly out but didn't want to bother with a jacket, so he put on more and warmer layers. His class was mostly uneventful, he taught, answered questions, held a discussion with the class, assigned homework as appropriate, it was a fairly typical night except his worry that loomed in the back of his thoughts.

After he dismissed the class, he went to his office in this building to grade the classwork for the day, then from there he had plans to head to the library to read around like he always did. Even with his worries, he was determined to treat this day like any other and while he did plan to spend a longer time in the Library tonight than he normally did, just in case he was needed, he was prepared for that lack of sleep before his morning job. After all he had tomorrow night off from his night job so he could just catch up on sleep then if needed.

He decided to leave the building for a little bit, get something to eat since he didn't eat anything after his morning job, which was a little unusual but he was busy with the school band after school practice for that job and it didn't end until 5:30pm as they were preparing for one of the weekend football games. He walked over a couple of blocks from The Luminary building to a local convenience store. When he went in and talked with one of the clerks, explaining that he needed help picking out some food from the frozen section, explaining exactly what he wanted. While waiting at the counter for the clerk to come back, he felt like something was off, as if someone was looking at him and turned his head to look behind him. He didn't see anything out of place or weird and the clerk had come back with his frozen french bread pizza and a bottle of tea. He shrugged off the feeling as he paid for his stuff and walked out.

He was on his way back to The Luminary, knowing he could eat while grading classwork from today's class before heading to the Library to spend most of the night in case, wondering what he should read into tonight, part of him wanted to read more into Dark Angels but he wasn't sure if that was a good idea given what happened the night before. Mostly he wanted to find out info to help Remi out, but didn't want to be accused of possibly being interested in the strange Angel's offer. He was to an extent, but he was concerned about what the offer entailed, and if it did entail going down a dark path.

He was snapped out of his thoughts after hearing a pair of hurried footsteps behind him. He moved off to the side, walking as close to the buildings as he could, to allow this person to hurry by him but curiously the person slowed down and started to walk next to Dreki

"Professor Arach?" had asked a younger male voice, "Wasn't expecting to see you out here" Dreki had known the student as Mark Daniels, a 23 year old fire demon whom had a mom, dad, and older brother that Mark had looked up to greatly, and hated how humans thought of demons just based off of his interactions in class discussions. He wasn't in class today, and while he was curious about it, also knew it was none of his business in the end.

"Yeah?" Dreki responded, "I still have some work I need to get done before I head home, and I wanted something to eat." He didn't think it was that unusual that he would be around this area in general. He visits the library more often than the days he works in that building, and he knew Mark would have known that class was held at this location. "I personally find it more unexpected to run into you out here." Mark looked away from Dreki, knowing exactly that his absence was being referenced. He was unable to enter the building today, and was unsure why.

"Yeah, overslept," Mark said sheepishly, "hey I've actually been meaning to talk to you about something."

"Oh?" Dreki asked raising an eyebrow. Mark didn't have bad grades, he participated in class, he couldn't think as to why Mark wanted to talk to him. "What about?"

"Look, I know you generally don't talk to us about your past or family, but you have us talk about ourselves all the time," Mark had started, the nervousness was even palatable in his voice. Dreki's face went from one of concern to one of a much more serious tone. He didn't like where Mark was going with this.

"But I think I found out something. You were in the news when you were a teenager, weren't you? Ran away from your foster home because of abuse?" Mark asked, Dreki shifted in his chair as if he was uncomfortable, but didn't respond. "Well your adoption papers were easy to find. Seems as if someone already dug those up, but your adoptive father, Jonathan Hofflan, He worked in a," the next words seemed hard for Mark to say for some reason, almost like it had caused him pain, "Medical Facility, outside of town didn't he?" Dreki had stopped walking forward, looking none too pleased about this situation, and was more focused on the fact that Mark even found any of this out, rather than the hint of pain that was given when talking about the facility itself.

"Look, I have my reasons for not talking about this stuff and would appreciate it if you kept all of that information to yourself," Dreki started when Mark had made a noise much like a congested choke, causing Dreki to look at Mark, to find him with his hands covering half of his face. "Hey, Mark are you ok?" Dreki asked, with his tone of voice changing from serious to concern.

"Uhh yeah, just a nosebleed." Mark responded turning away facing the alleyway that they were currently walking by. Dreki's face had a small look of panic as he put his hands in his pocket trying to see if he had a spare napkin or something. He remembered his receipt, it was useless to him but better than nothing. He pulled it out of the plastic bag and he moved to be next to Mark, ended up putting his hand with the bag around his wrist on Mark's back, and his other hand holding the receipt and he tried handing the receipt to Mark.

"Lean your head forward, here, it's not the best thing, but it's all I have and better than nothing." He said offering what help he could, and being this close to Mark he could very clearly see what Mark looked like for the first time, rather than the vague appearance he could gather from where Mark sat in the classroom. The features were familiar to Dreki, but before he could think as to why Mark seemed familiar he felt a sharp burning pain in his lower abdomen as he felt himself being pushed deeper into the alleyway, away from prying eyes until he was pushed into a wall. He looked downwards towards where the pain was coming from, and saw a hand, holding onto a a handle. His eyes followed up the arm, to the shoulder, and to Mark's face. He could see the outline of of blood coming from Mark's nose so he knew that wasn't a lie. Looking down at Mark's mouth, he saw the the corners of that mouth upturned and all he couldn't figure out was why?

"You remember my brother, don't you?" Mark asked looking up at Dreki, smirking. "I know its been, what? 10 years now?" Dreki was trying to rack his brain of memories, but there was so much to go through he was having a hard time trying to think of everything that happened that year. He would have been 19, a full year after his first augmentation, and a lot happened that year. He connected the fact that Mark knew about the Facility not through researching his past, but he was likely apart of it all.

"Oh come on Dreki, you can't tell me you don't remember your first kill?" Mark asked, there was a sense of contempt but also happiness in his tone. There was a sense of shock that happened upon Dreki's face. No wonder why Mark looked familiar that up close, which lead him to realize that Mark was likely altered just like he was, and not a flat out full fire demon.

"Oh so you do remember him. Good, because I know he hasn't forgotten you," Mark said while giving the knife a quick small turn, Dreki winced and grabbed Mark's hand and wrist that were attached to the knife.

"L-look it was an accident," Dreki tried to explain, his voice shaking from the pain of the recent twist of the knife but Mark was quick to shut him down.

"Shut up, I'm not looking for an excuse," Mark's tone was incredibly harsh, but not loud. It was clear he wasn't trying to bring attention to all of this. "I was instructed by your dad to watch you, and it wasn't that hard to. He paid for my tuition up front, and promised that I would be paid handsomely for this, whether it be through money and backing from the Facility, or through revenge. This knife was also a gift from him in case it was revenge I got, its special you know. I was told to be careful with it, that it can make someone really sick. I was told to use it if your dad didn't contact me for 3 weeks in a row. I know that I won't be hard to find after all of this, but by the time they get to me, I'll already be in hell, waiting to greet you. Wish Seth could be there too, but maybe he can watch from heaven. Goodbye Dreki. It's a shame that the other students you have speak highly of you. I'm sure they will miss you."

With that Mark pulled his hand away from Dreki, leaving the knife behind and walked out wiping the blood from his nose off on his sleeve.

"Shit," Dreki muttered to himself realizing that he was in deep trouble if he didn't act fast. He had dropped the receipt and his bag of food at some point during the whole thing but he wasn't sure when. He knew it was likely that this was the last time his past would haunt him, for either the better in regards to that would have been the last person that would have wanted revenge against him, or for worse in that he'd die. Although he wasn't aware that the person he had killed all those years ago was named Seth, nor that he had a younger brother. In this situation, he was actually thankful for his training at the facility, even if it was also at fault for him having been in this situation. He was able to keep level headed enough to think through the pain, to at least do what he needed to do to survive.

He slid down the wall he was currently leaning up against. He needed to remove the knife, he knew he could heal if he just got it out. Then from there, he could figure out a solution as to what Mark had meant while not slowly bleeding to death. He put his hand on the handle of blade and pulled, only for the blade to barely even make an appearance outside of him. He could feel it pulling on his insides as he pulled and he nearly screamed. This wasn't like when he was stabbed protecting Ash, that knife had slid right out when he had pulled on it. He looked down at the handle, and used his hands to feel what he could of the tiny bit of blade he did manage to get out. Instead of there being one sharp edge like a knife used for food, or two sharp edges like most blades used for injury, this one had 3 sharp edges, and the triangle formed blades were curved almost as if this blade was specifically made to be difficult to remove.

He knew what he had to do, he unbuttoned his vest, and his shirt. He knew the less fabric in the way, the easier this was going to be. For his undershirt, he got his fingers under the hole made by the blade and ripped the shirt downwards completely, and a little upwards to give himself a little room. He put both hands on the handle of the blade, he took a deep painful breath inwards and with his exhale he pulled and twisted with the curve of the blade and it budged a lot easier. Enough that he could remove the blade without pulling out his insides, but it hurt enough that he has let out a pained gasp that was barely audible as he bit through his lip when his teeth clenched together.

He set the blade in the plastic bag he was carrying, it wasn't even that large of a blade, maybe an inch in length, in fact the handle looked much longer and it looked sort of ridiculous. That sharp burning pain he felt when stabbed, stayed even after he removed the blade. His lip healed like it was nothing. This wound however, while healing, took longer than usual likely due to the 3 pronged blade. That burning feeling remained, and he wondered what Mark meant by it could make people ill. Was it a poison, illness, or something else? He knew his ability to heal was useful, but also knew that before he was healed by Remi, his immune system was running amok so it wasn't impossible that something had coated that knife that could be harmful to him, but he wasn't sure what.

He knew that he couldn't just go into a hospital and say he may have been poisoned, or had something put into him via a stabbing wound that was no longer there. They would look at him as if he was crazy, and wouldn't be able to help him. He was thinking over his interactions with Hofflan, trying to see if there was anything in his memory, on top of also thinking about what he had learned in the hard drives that had been collected. He figured that the Library might have some answers as well. While he sat there, taking his physical break, thinking of his next moves, past memories, and gained information, an idea hit him. He pulled out his phone. He knew Remi was busy tonight, and thus went to his next best source.

'Hey Sam, sorry if this is a bother, but I have a question for you. I'm assuming you've read a lot of books in your life, considering how excited you were when you got this job, and how we first met in a library. Did you read any on poisons or illnesses or anything negative that can affect supernatural beings after it having entered a bloodstream? I'm ok, but please respond asap.'

He sent the text. Technically he didn't lie. Right now he is ok, at least beyond the burning feeling in his abdomen. He had buttoned up his shirt and vest again, lucky that really only his undershirt had gotten blood on it. He stood up and began to walk back to the building itself not thinking of how odd exactly that things may have looked. The knife covered in his brassy-coppery colored blood in a plastic bag. The receipt slowly moving around in the light breeze on the ground, and drops of Mark's blood had trailed from the alleyway to the way opposite of The Luminary. Dreki's hands had some of his own blood on them from when he removed the knife, but it quickly dried and he hadn't noticed.

He made his way inside of The Luminary and started to walk down towards his office, where his laptop and bag were currently. He wanted to pack up and head directly for the library, to maybe do some research on his own of the things he had asked Sam. While he hoped Sam would get back to him quickly, he couldn't rely on that, and hoped that there would be some material on such a subject. While pretty much all of them weren't as fragile as humans, he wondered if they even had anything comparable to such a thing.

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Lycoris Moon / Lycoris Moon Description

« on: February 28, 2020, 11:59:21 PM »

Outside in Front

It’s in a two story smaller home near the Brazilian District in an area with generally low property value.The home itself seems well taken care of from both the outside and the inside and seems to be one of the nicer properties in that area, although people with memories from before Morgan’s move in to the neighborhood would claim that it it didn’t used to be that way, but someone seemed to put in a lot of effort into restoring what was there, but they claim that it seems like a one person to very small group job as they don’t remember seeing any construction equipment, but over the course of a few years or so, the home seemed to become nicer and nicer into what it is today. If asked about the home and it’s condition, Kae will say that it was mostly the work of her and Morgan, and it's still a Work in Progress.

Above the door was a hand painted sign attached to the home that said “Lycoris Moon Fortune and Wares.” with a grey crescent moon painted behind the black lettering, and the Y in Lycoris, painted out to be a Lycoris flower. In a bay window on the left side of the home, if the shop is open, two LED signs can be seen lit up. One that says "Psychic" and the other that says "Open". If closed, neither sign is lit and the door will be locked.

Receptionist/Waiting Area

Upon walking in it’s clear it is a smaller home, you can see into the kitchen straight ahead and a door on the opposite of the kitchen wall. There is a wall from the right that goes in about 3/4ths of the width of the entire home that makes up the other wall to the kitchen itself. To the right was a staircase going upstairs, with that entrance up against the wall with the front door. On that same side on the wall that intersects with the kitchen wall is a doorway, labeled “Staff Only” and blocking both that staircase and doorway was a long Desk that went from wall to wall. It has a locking opening panel across from the staff only door to allow people to get from in front or behind the desk. The desk itself either seems custom made, or home made. The floors were either hardwood or a decent laminate of a warm wood color. The walls were painted an off-white cream color, and felt very warm and inviting.

On the desk itself, sits a 15.6” Chromebook, an office style phone, a printer, two business card holders, one with Morgan’s fortune teller business, and one for Kae’s soaps. Then what seems to be the most expensive thing on the desk is a Square Register set up with a receipt printer. No scanner as items are manually chosen. The cash drawer itself seemed to be locked away in a compartment built into the desk itself underneath the Register area. The Drawer itself never seems to hold more than $50 at a time, and usually holds less than that. If extra change is needed, Kae will go into the Staff Only door behind the desk to get what change is needed. The Staff Only door leads to another set of stairs that go down.

On the wall with the front door there was a bay window on the side of the waiting area. Two LED faux Neon signs hung in it. One that said “Psychic” and the other that said “Open” and they were only illuminated during the times they were open. On the window shelf itself sat some succulents and some magazines for others to peruse. A well loved sectional couch that about 5 people could comfortably sit on sat in the corner between the wall to the front of the house and the wall to the left, with the longer side of the couch running under the bay window. A well loved rectangular coffee table was in front of the couch, also with magazines on top of it, and a few coasters to place drinks on.

The rest of the left wall leading to the kitchen had shelving installed with various vials of perfume (including tester vials), small glass containers of reed diffusing oil, Pictures of jewelry with a price sticker on the picture for the piece, and various ceramic dishes of all sorts of colors, some with sets. A sign sat between the shelving and the couch, explaining prices.

Vial of perfume - $5
Reed Diffusing set - $15, Only Reeds - $5, Only Oil - $7, Oil and Reeds only - $10
Jewelry has Price on Image
Dinner Plates - $10, Salad Plates - $7, Bowls - $7, Mugs - $5
Sets of 1 each - $25, Sets of 4 each - $80
Will remake/make more of a Ceramic Design that has been sold here in the past or on sale now, just ask front desk.
We do have a Layaway option. A down payment on an item will hold the item for you until you fully pay it off. Once it is fully paid off, you'll be given the item. If you don't make a payment in 6 months, it is considered abandoned and will go back on sale. No refunds given for Layaway Items if abandoned.

Kitchen

A sign next to the kitchen entrance on the side without the shelves says “Please enter, grab a drink and some snacks. Make yourself at home!”

In the kitchen itself, it is small, but carries over the warm color scheme from the receptionist and waiting area. It was large enough for maybe one person to cook while another passed by if they needed to, and with the counters and cabinets was more hallway-like than room-like. The door that was across from the kitchen entrance into the reading room, and looking down at the end of the hallway like kitchen was another door, one labeled as “Bathroom”.

On the part of the counter closest to the reading room was a Keurig Mini and a reusable water bottle sat to the left of it the most close to the door. On the right hand side of it sat several labeled metal tins. Several were for different blends of tea, one for hot choco, one specifically for chai powder, one for matcha powder, and one for ground coffee. Behind the metal tins, tapped to the wall was a note saying “If you want your tea leaves read, do not use the reusable pods. Just put a scoop of tea in your cup and use the Keurig for hot water only.”

There was a plastic container next to the metal tins labeled sugar with a note attached to the sugar container saying “If you need Milk, it is in the door of the fridge.” In front of the plastic sugar container was about 5 reusable Keurig pods with a box of little pod filters next to them. Then directly next to them was a couple of mug holders filled with various owl shaped ceramic mugs. The rest of the counter space was filled with various baked goods such as cookies, muffins, scones, cinnamon rolls, and other nice treats of both sweet and savory. Only the Stovetop was clear of any snacks, and had a microwave that sat on top of it during business hours.

If looking in the cabinets attached to the walls above everything, there were mostly various ingredients to make food with. In the cabinets that held the countertops, were mostly bakeware and appliances such as a toaster and blender. In the fridge was more food making ingredients, and in the door of the fridge for use was milk, half and half, heavy cream, and almond milk. In the back of the bottom shelf in the fridge itself, was a sealed cardboard box, but thats the only thing that stood out to those not in the know. For Vampires, if they pulled it forward, they would find the cardboard box actually had no back, and held a Styrofoam box, that usually had a couple of blood bags in it.

If you do not leave your cup in the sink, and are not getting tea leaves read, Kae will eventually collect the mug from you when you’re done, and wash it. She does periodically get up and clean out the sink after a few customers have come though. She will instantly clean up after a Vampire however.

Public Bathroom

In the bathroom on the end of the kitchen, was a half bath with only a toilet and a counter opposite of it with a sink in it. A large mirror did sit above the sink, with a hand towel hanging from a bar by the light switch and the toilet paper on . The cabinet under this sink is locked with a lock and key, but mostly just holds toilet paper, hand towels, and sealed bars of soap that Kae made. The soap in use sat next to the faucet on a wooden soap holder that allowed the water to drain. On the bottom corner of the mirror was a note covered in tape to protect it from any water that said “If you like the soap, please ask Kae about them or take a business card at the front desk.”

Reading Room

Inside the reading room it is fairly dark. The light is controlled by a dimmer switch, the ceiling is painted black, and the walls are covered in black velvet curtains. Under those curtains was soundproofing foam attached to every square inch of the walls. In the middle sat a square table like desk, with two chairs. One that faced the door you entered, where Morgan sits, and one that faces the opposite wall, where you sit. He has some curtains on a slider, where he can slide them out of the way to open the door for you and then slide them back over. There was another set of sliders that sits on the wall behind Morgan as well.

The desk seemed either custom or hand built, much like the one in the receptionist area. It was square in shape, and large enough for him to do whatever kind of reading he needed to. On it sat a tablecloth of sorts, that seemed hand embroidered with all sorts of symbols and circled inside of a larger circle. It was his reading cloth and it was unlike any other that someone could just buy, it was either very clearly made by him or for him. Also on top of the table off to the side was a small ceramic plate with small bits of leftover wax that hadn't been fully scraped away, but was overall dark grey in color, with a design that seems to be an owl or other bird in a tree as a shadow in black, but was sometimes hard to tell depending on what leftover wax sat on it. The Desk has a fully open middle so both parties and pull right up to the edge, and there are locked drawers on either side that Morgan can access, where all of his tools are usually held.

Upstairs

This area is not really open to the General Public but is open to special meetings and deals. At the top of the stairs there were 3 doors. When looking down the hallway, there were two smaller rooms on the left and what seemed like a large room on the right. The first door on the left is the meeting room where he brings guests. The second door on the left is a private full bathroom, and the Door on the right is Kae's room.

Meeting Room

Where Morgan takes guests if they have things to discuss that isn’t part of his fortune telling business. It has a table and a few chairs surrounding it. On one of the walls is a large rectangle section painted with chalkboard paint, with chalk that sits on the table.

Outside Backyard

It’s fenced in with a tall fence, and has a greenhouse in it. He keeps the greenhouse unlocked in case of break ins, but it’s were he grows his tea leaves, spices, herbs, and other plants that either he or Kae may find use of. There is no drugs in it, so anyone who goes in looking for weed or other such things are usually disappointed.

Private Areas

The room behind the reading room is a small room that most people would use as some form of a storage area, but it’s actually Morgan’s bedroom. It’s just large enough for a bed, nightstand, and dresser and is all he needs. He also likes it for how close he is to the shop area in case of an unexpected important meeting or any possible break ins or anything else unexpected to come up.

Kae's room is the largest private room in the home. She keeps it private even from Morgan.

The Staff Only Door leads to a finished basement, which was the most work that Morgan and Kae put into the home over time and the last thing they've been able to fully update. Going downstairs leads to a second kitchen set up and laundry area, and 3 other separate small rooms. The smallest of the rooms is used for drying tea blends and herbs, the medium room used for restoring jewelry, and the larger of the rooms to mix scent related things for Kae.

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Lycoris Moon / Lycoris Moon NPCs

« on: February 28, 2020, 05:47:21 PM »

Lycoris Moon NPCs

Kae
Looks to be in her 20s, dark golden blonde hair that goes down a little past her shoulders, and light blue eyes. Usually wears a long flowing skirt and a matching blouse.

Comes off as cheerful, helpful, and likes to make sure the clients feel comfortable while they wait. Even on the phone, she’ll wave to someone as they enter or exit the shop.

Her hobbies are making homemade crafts, particularly useful things such as Soap, Candles, Ceramics, and sometimes even wooden furniture. She does sell perfume and reed diffuser sets in the shop as well as some of her ceramic creations, but thats all. She does have a website where she does sell all of those things, including soap. If asked why she doesn't sell her soap in the shop, she'll mention something about Morgan not wanting his clientele to feel unclean by going to the shop or asking for his services.

Her candles are not for sale and she really doesn't mention anything about it unless someone asks her where Morgan gets his candles from. She will admit to it, but says they are not for sale and she works exclusively with him to come up with the proper scents. The other scented items she sells do not have the same scent as the candles, some of them are close but not exact, and thats on purpose.

She's been known to tidy up the shop in her downtime.

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Approved Characters / Morgan Callisto

« on: February 25, 2020, 07:16:08 PM »

The Owls let me know a visitor has arrived, The Owls let me know the starts of something new is coming soon. What do you want to see? It depends on you. I'm sorry, but in this place you're an unwelcome guest. You need to have the manners of the forest from here on out.

Basics
Assumed Name: Morgan Callisto
Gender: Male
Title: The Augur
Age: Old
Looks: Early 20s
Date of Birth: April 16th
Species: A True Fae
Domicile: In the mortal world, a small apartment above his shop. He stays there when he needs to.

Appearance:
Hair: Jet black with a bit of a wave to it, roughly about 3 inches long on top, to gradually get shorter by his neck. His ears are covered by it.
Eyes: Pale green with a very light blue/gray outer edge
Ears: They do have a point to them, he glamours scars on them and claims they are like that because of a cosmetic surgery. It’s otherwise his Tell. On his left ear, he does wear a black and gold ear cuff that covers the top but goes along with the outline of his ear, as well as a blue howlite gemstone stylized as a small obelisk wear a normal piercing would go.
Skin: Pale, almost looks like he doesn't get much sun
Shape of Face: Teardrop
Nose: The bridge indents where it meets his browbone but otherwise goes straight down his face. If looking straight ahead, his nostrils will face the ground.
Mouth: On the thinner end, does have a slight cupids bow on his top lip, bottom lip a little bigger than the top one
Hands: long thin fingers and palms that are in proportion to his fingers. They are not particularly boney.
Frame: Ectomorph, 5’9”
Marks: A tattoo that takes up his entire back and parts of his upper arms.

Clothing:
Work Garb: Harem pants with leather boots. Wears a Tunic and the sleeves depend on the weather. As well as arm warmers that match the colors of the outfit. If extra cold, he does have a cloak he will put on that is covered in bird feathers as it’s decoration.
Casual Garb: Some kind of black pants that are tighter fitting and have pockets. Sometimes he will attach a bag that sits on the side of his leg. Wears a shirt that matches. While this is the most normal of his type of outfits, he still has an otherworldly look to him.
Date/Out: Depends on the date itself. If casual he’ll dress casually, if formal then he’ll dress formally.
To bed: Sometimes underwear, sometimes nothing.
Special: Usually whats known as a “Butterfly” outfit. Example.
Accessories: He wears a variety of rings, necklaces, and ear cuffs on his right ear with each day being different.

Resume:
Current Occupation: Fortune teller, he does sell other wares in his shop, mostly restored jewelry (his hobby) and aromatherapy perfume rollers (Kae's hobby) and is known in some circles that are less than legal for his services, which sometimes bleeds into his hobby of restoration.
Salary: He makes enough to get by, able to feed himself, pay Kae, and the other bills that arise
Intelligence Level: Is street and business smart. He knows how to peddle his business while also dealing with some of the less desirable folk in the city without incident on his end.

Powers:
    Arcadia - The birds tell him things, the truth. How he tells it to you or gives up the information is usually in his favor in some way or another, but not unhelpful.

    Hedge - The birds tell him things, half truths. How does he interpret their words? Can he slant it in his favor? Will he? Is generally helpful, but not always easy to understand.

    Mortal - You tell him things, he feeds from your emotions. From there he explores with you on what may or may not be the truth. How do you interpret his words? He seems to gain something from you, but it’s hard to tell exactly what it is until he asks you to return the favor. There seems to be something that draws others to him.

Lifestyle:
Hobbies:

• Has a greenthumb, particularly makes his own tea blends
• Birdwatching
• Restoring old jewelry and other metal like objects provided they are not made of iron, can sometimes restore magical objects as well. (For magical objects, they have to be Fae based, and have an equal or greater downfall to their use compared to their benefit.)
• Collects Gemstones and feathers

Health: Overall good.

Bad Habits / Vices: Can overall be disloyal. He is only Loyal to himself, and maybe Kae. Also can come off as vain, tends to see ‘Mortals’ as lesser than Fae.


Observable Behavior:
Speech Patterns: Acts as if his words are direct
Eye Contact: His eyes are focused on whoever he is talking to, or if he is reading something for someone, on what he is reading.
Gait: He generally keeps up with whomever he may be walking with. On his own he seems to never be in a rush, taking time to intake his surroundings.
Posture: When on his own, he is straight and proper, but when others are involved, he leans in towards them a little. Body language to show he is interested in whatever they may have to say.
Gestures, Quirks or Eccentricities: Before dealing with anyone, he demands introductions. He usually asks for their name first before saying “I’m called Morgan.” Is known for his hospitality by his clients, particularly in regards to offering tea and some homemade snack. He doesn’t seem to enjoy being declined both. For vampires he will offer a cup of blood instead, sometimes offering to spike it a bit with his own.
Mannerisms: Tilts his head from time to time when thinking, finds something interesting, confusing, or even boring. Also known to rub his chin while he thinks.

Commonly Seen Holding: A mug filled with a warm drink, or some divination tool.

Common Stance: Sitting poised in a way where he seems like nothing else in the world matters than what the person talking to him is saying.

Likes & Dislikes
Favorites
Food & Drinks: Tea, Hot Choco, Coffee, Chai, Cookies of all kinds, Scones, Brownies, Muffins, Cinnamon Rolls, Mini-Cakes including cheesecake, really any hot plant derived drink and handheld little baked good.
Books & Magazines: Mostly nature related magazines and books. Keeps somewhat up to date with the news of whats happening in the city, mostly looking at big things rather than small.

Pet Peeves: Indecision.
Major Hangups: Anyone threatening him with anything. He will immediately just stop interacting with that person and if they are in his place of work or home, he will kick them out.
Fears/Phobias: Iron, someone finding out his true name, being in debt to someone else
Dislikes: ‘Mortals’ who act like they are better than him or better than others that he determines they are not actually better than.

Personality:
Philosophy of life: What can you do for me?

Strongest positive personality trait: Charismatic
Strongest negative personality trait: Manipulative

Character Strengths: He’s generally helpful, even when he gets something out of it, it’s mostly out of getting the favor returned as he did something for someone else first.

Flaws: Sometimes gets in over his head in the situations he finds himself in. He tends to push too far to get something out of a deal.

Facts/Quirks: He doesn’t always collect on a debt owed to him right away. In fact he doesn’t always take money as payment either. Makes it easier for the poorer crowds to get their fortune told if they so choose.

Sense of humor: Loves puns.
Temper: Loud and childlike if really mad. Otherwise will quietly seethe and knows how to hold a grudge like no other.

Awareness of Supernaturals: Very aware
 
History and Relationships:
Relationship status: Single
Current family: Depends on what you mean by family

Best Friend(s): His receptionist Kae

Enemies: None to speak of, at least none that seem to remember being his enemy.

Romantic/Sexual Encounters: He gets around.

Relationship Skills: He’s not one really to remain tied down. He doesn’t do well in a relationship most times it seems, but it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be willing to give someone a try if they strike his fancy.

Basic Rundown of History:

He first came to the mortal world by accident, but found it incredibly fun to interact with the ‘Mortals’ of that world, even if some of them weren’t human. He met Kae in his travels of the Hedge while going between worlds and the two became friends from there it seems, either that or Kae owes Morgan some large debt but neither of them seem to be unhappy with the other. He mostly resides in the mortal world out of his fondness for having fun with the locals. Kae seems to keep him somewhat grounded when he needs to be.

He owns a fortune teller shop named Lycoris Moon in central district near the Brazilian quarters, where it's mostly a residential place where he set up a shop downstairs and lives upstairs. There he uses a multitude of ways to tell others their fortunes, whether it be Tarot, Oracle Cards, Rune Stones, a Scrying Mirror, a Pendulum, Lithomancy, Palmistry, Numerology, using Dice, but his absolute favorite method is Tasseomancy. Kae acts as his receptionist and as such she takes calls, makes appointments, and collects payment whether that be cash, an i.o.u. slip, or the agreed upon payment whatever it may be. She seems to keep the shop clean, making sure the snacks and drinks are stocked, and helping out Morgan in whatever way she can.

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Glitter Beach / Polovtsian Dances

« on: January 21, 2020, 09:38:58 PM »

Open

Dreki felt like he needed a break, a break from everything. He made his way to the beach this night, mostly because he didn't want to deal with the fear of falling off the cliffs, but wanted to enjoy the sound of the water. He'd never quite been to the beach before. As a child his father forbade it, as an adult, well, he was so tied up with the facility, that he didn't really feel too comfortable changing up his schedule until the past few months.

As he stepped onto the sand, his foot sank down slightly, yielding to the softness of the sand. He felt unsteady at first walking onto it, but nowhere near falling. As he continued forward, the sensation that he was kicking up dirt behind him was unusual, but it was the softness he wanted. While close enough to hear the water, and to see where the water hit the sand, yet still far enough that he wasn't at any risk of getting wet, he sat down on the sand, with his knees pulled up to his chest, his arms lightly wrapped around his legs, and chin resting on his knees.

He thought about this past week and what an unforgiving whirlwind it was. He started talking to Sam again, started to try things again, but a day later and Sam yet again ran from him. For a Full Angel. An Angel he pulled toward Sam with his weirdness. In his hurt he did something he never imagined he would have. Sure it wasn't the first time he had gone to a bar to seek out some kind of fun, but it was the first time it was with someone who was his boss. Someone with quite a bit of power and leverage against him.

He was angry that Jake knew the Facility existed, and sent someone who clearly couldn't have done anything on his own, to investigate it. As much as he cared about Drew, he knew that if it wasn't for Charon, Jeanne, and everyone else, that Drew wouldn't have even been able to breech the boarders. It's probably why Drew didn't even do much until they got involved in the first place. Charon was also a District Leader and he did have a very hard time believing that the two of them don't interact or even communicate on some sort of a small level. Jake could have just told Charon and have had that be that. He really hoped that Ben would win this upcoming election because someone like Jake shouldn't be in power.

Part of him wanted to call Jeanne and see if she would be willing to chat or hang out, but at the same time, he didn't want to burden her with his issues. After all she had been very gracious and kind to him, he just didn't feel comfortable talking to her only when he had problems.

He leaned back, back far enough that his back hit the sand and he now was looking up at the sky. It looked even more empty and vast than the ocean did. He wondered if there were stars out tonight. He allowed his legs to straighten out so he lied down flat as he just stared upwards, lost in his own thoughts, debating what steps to take from here to start be happy. He knew he needed to make a change of some kind, he just wasn't sure what at this point.

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Venture / Fear & Delight

« on: January 02, 2020, 09:15:35 PM »

Open Thread

The night had brought both good and bad things for Dreki, and given the stress he had been under, he just couldn't take it anymore. After dropping his laptop and work stuff back at home, he came to Venture. He knew his reason for visiting was a couple of steps backwards for him, but really, you can't feel like shit if you're too busy feeling pleasure. He also felt a sense of comfort in this bar. Not only was it ran by people who practically saved him, but it was more open on the whole supernatural stuff.

His first stop was the bar, got his usual drink, a whiskey straight. He made his way to a table and sat down, starting to drink his drink. Without worries of stomach issues any longer, he was free to drink basically as much as he felt like. Part of him wondered if Ari was around, remember their first interaction before they saved him, that Ari seemed interested him in, to have a night of fun. Another part of him wondered if Jeanne was around. Would she be disappointed that despite him trying to get away from one night stands, he was out in search of one?

He relaxed in his chair as he watched the people in there walk around, finding people to have a little fun and feed with, sitting and chatting, just the movement of Venture, as he sat by myself, taking in the atmosphere, and drinking. Wondering what the rest of his night bring in, whether he just get really drunk, or leave with someone for the night, either way, better than feeling pity at home alone.

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Penbrook Church & Estate / Thanks for the Memories

« on: November 19, 2019, 09:47:41 PM »

The Thursday before the whole carnival event he finally had a night to himself were he wasn't busy dealing with the aftermath of becoming free. This relaxed him a bit in regards to everything that has happened, but also allowed him for some mild excitement to be able to spend this weekend free of all the stress and relax a little. However, first he decided to spend his one real night off from it all to properly say thank you to the group that helped him out, specifically Jeanne. Sure there were a couple of people that lead him to getting his freedom, Drew bringing him to Venture following Nox and Ari forcing them to stay and getting Jeanne, then the rest of Jeanne and Ari's family was it? That actually fought against the group.

He traveled a bit to end up in front of the gate to the estate. He first went to Echelon and picked up 3 wine bottles filled with blood. Two of them where the same that he intended the entire family to share, smoked with oak and hickory for a nice savory flavor. Then there was one smoked with apple, pecan, and maple for more of a sweeter taste, specifically for Jeanne. He wasn't sure if she'd like it, but it was one of their more top dollar type of smoked blood and figured that it would be a nice gesture regardless.

He stopped by Venture first, holding the bag with the bottles close to him as it seemed that eyes followed him around the bar. When he got to the counter and asked if Jeanne was there, he had been told she was off for the night. He quickly left to get away from the stares he felt upon his back and thought outside for a moment. He had heard her refer to Charon as "Gran-pere" and that was what? French for Grandfather? He knew French, and if such a term should be believed, then it was safe to assume that her and Charon were probably related in same way. He guessed likely a she was his fledge, or a fledge of one of his fledges given the term she had used. Worse came to worst, he could always ask Charon how to meet up with her, so he could give her that specific gift. Given how Charon was a district leader, he didn't expect him to be to terribly hard to get a hold of.

He took an uber to the church itself, figuring that starting there would be the better idea, but alas, it was closed and locked. He sighed and made his way to the gate, noticing the mansion in the background. It looked pretty big, and if Charon was rich enough to have a place like that, he guessed that even if he couldn't get ahold of either one of them, that they likely had a doorkeeper or someone who could collect the gifts and give them to the correct person in his steed. Part of him hoped that wasn't the case as he did want to say thank you in person, but could understand if they were busy.

Once he made it in front of the gate he noticed an intercom with a little button attached. He went to press it, then froze. He felt a little bit nervous as it felt weird coming all the way out here just to say thank you. He took a deep breath to calm himself and pressed the button, hoping it would be worthwhile in the end.

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The Carnival & Caravan Park / I Wanna Get Better

« on: November 01, 2019, 05:59:34 PM »

To say Dreki had been distracted mentally lately would be a bit of an understatement. If not keeping himself busy, he has lately caught himself just staring out into nothingness, not really focusing on anything, not even his thoughts or even old memories he had just gained back. He had been trying hard to put those memories, fresh wounds behind him for now, they had hurt too much to tackle head-on lately. Being free, lately, had been much more suffocating than having been trapped and tortured. He just wasn't used to it. For the very first time in his life, he was free to live it as he pleased. No overly sheltering father, no suffocatingly religious foster parents, no adoptive father watching his every move, just himself, and himself alone. He felt lost, even his own memories felt like strangers.

He had kept himself so busy that his birthday had even passed without him even noticing. He had meant to spend it with Ash, given how they at least made plans to celebrate with each other, even if it wasn't on the exact day. He had an idea of how to celebrate and sent her a text.

'Hey, sorry I didn't get back to you about my birthday, I'd been pretty busy as of late. There is an event at the carnival tonight, it's been rented out by my employer at the college I work at, mostly for supernaturals or those in the know. They are free to be themselves so if you wanted to know more about other types, then this would be a good event to do it at. I'll be there more in the evening to nighttime, just text me when you get here and we can meet up somewhere.'

Once he got there, he figured he would donate some blood, and pick up a Supernatural Business Showbag. Not like he could read the information in the show bag without help, but he did need to find a doctor at least in the know who would be able to take over his medical care since he needed more than most others given his status of being altered. He figured he could ask Ash when she got there, or even use the computer that read for him at work if worse came to worst.

Thinking of that computer brought him to think about Sam. God he missed Sam and the physical releases that came about in the past. Really he didn't know how to cope very well with what he had to go through to get his freedom, and his previous self-therapy had always been one night stands. This time, he just wanted something familiar but dismissed and suppressed such feelings. After all, Sam had asked someone out before he took that week and a half off, to recover from being ill, and then his family's death all one after the other. He pretty much dismissed himself as being a small and insignificant speck in Sam's already long life. Part of him regretted allowing Sam to know the finer details his life at all, it was a risk he took, one at the time he wanted to take in hopes that either he would find help or someone who wouldn't run away. Neither of which he found through him.

He sighed, and shook his head, as if to shake the thoughts of Sam out of his mind as he began to walk around, checking out the attractions, waiting for his phone to go off and maybe hear back from Ash, and if he didn't, then he had hoped that being alone in such a busy place would be enough of a mental distraction for him. His face mostly sat in a neutral expression. His hair up, two braids on either side of his head, all four of which formed a low sitting ponytail at his nape. While his hair had a more feminine tyle to it, his clothes were that of his usual wear, black slacks, white button up, and black vest.

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Westward Apartments / The Impression That I Get

« on: September 30, 2019, 02:31:04 PM »

Once he got them to his door, he took a moment to get his keys out of pocket, unlock his door, and put them back in. Even mundane tasks right now for him seemed to take more energy than they really needed to. He felt his hand almost fumble a bit, but it was likely unnoticeable to Ash and more noticeable to himself just given how he feels about what has happened. Once in, he led her directly to the bathroom, still moving at her pace, kicking his front door closed with his foot before they got too far away from it. He would sit her ontop of the closed toilet lid, which was a thick ceramic material so it didn't bend under anyone's weight.

"I'm going to head into my room and get you a change of clothes ok? It's the only full sized door from the left of this room. Do you want to take a shower? I can grab a towel too, actually if you do I can try and clean up your pants the best I can without throwing them in the washer, but allow you to at least throw it with your dirty clothes back home. How about brush your teeth? I do have a toothbrush in a package that I just hadn't gotten to yet. Not that I'm saying your breath smells bad, just after I get sick, I usually feel better brushing my teeth afterwards." He said partially thinking out loud. He was starting to show his part of the panic that hit him by how he spoke, basically asking another question before getting an answer, and the quickness in his speech. It wasn't that he was not understandable, but he was speaking faster than he was outside. Something about being in a safe spot, allowed his walls to fall a little in regards to what just happened.

"Do you want some coffee or tea after you're cleaned up? If so what kind of tea or coffee? I do have decaf if you can't handle the caffeine right now, do you take sugar or milk or cream or something in them? Maybe something small to snack on too?" He also asked, basically trying to prepare everything in one fell swoop. He was awaiting her answers before he would leave her be in the bathroom, as he wanted to make sure she'd be ok for a bit, and he wanted to make sure he was prepared to help her out in whatever little way he could right now.

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Galvin Academy / Used to be

« on: September 24, 2019, 09:03:50 PM »

Open

There had been a weird absence in the Library for nearly a week and a half, of Dreki just not being there. Beforehand he was there pretty much nightly, reading, getting used to how to search on the Library's computer for new books and where to find them, and generally learning how to become mostly independent in a new environment. So much so that it could be even possible to guess he was trying to avoid interacting with Sam. That wasn't entirely off the mark, but also wasn't the full truth of it either.

How their last interaction was very much a rollercoaster of emotions, ending on a down note, having verbally snapped by the end of it all, and even accidentally overhearing Sam basically move on from him was enough for him to never really want to interact with Sam ever again, but ultimately he did really value his independence above all of that. He wasn't about to allow some stupid heartbreak prevent him from going to a place he generally finds great comfort in. He was able to navigate the mortal Libraries around the city without help, but then again he did have less freedom there. He could help but prefer this library just due to the freedom of what he was able to read.

His appearance there that Monday night, traveling there from the other building after his classes and handing over his doctor's note over having been sick, was pretty normal for him before his small break. It seemed whatever happened during that break that it did him some good as he looked infinitely better than he did before the break. His clothes fit him well, and even at certain angles of movement, hints of lean muscle could be detected. Instead of just being pale, his skin seemed to have a golden olive undertone to it, as if he could tan a bit in the sun if he stayed out in it. His hair was done kind of nice, had two braids on either side of his head for a total of four, all meeting at his nape as they combined into a low set ponytail.

After sitting down at the workstation he could use, he navigated to the Library's categorization program on it and started to search for particular categories mostly involving Vampires or Imps. There was one particular book that stood out that basically just had a lot of base information about a lot of creatures and not really just those two. Part of him wanted more information on not just how to deal with his new roommate, who had been missing for a few days, and knew he liked vampires secretly but openly hated them, and figured information on both would be nice to maybe better help or have an idea where Nox had disappeared to at maybe at least find out what happened to him after that event.

Before he got up, one of his students seemed to notice him at that special work station and approached him, asking about it. He seemed to do his best to skirt around the idea that he was Blind but it eventually was worked out of him. After all, he had all the students turn in their assignments electronically, and always used at least one earbud while on his computer or phone, without really looking at their screens. It was kind of obvious to anyone who really paid attention. He asked the student to keep it a secret and to not treat him any differently, and explained that the reason why he kept it as such as secret was that others had a habit of treating him differently, overhelping when he didn't even need help at all, and other such things. The student nodded, understanding the reasons Dreki gave them and went on their way.

Dreki stood up, decided to try and look for the book on his own first before asking for help. He had a general idea where the section was, He would start with one end, grab the last book on each end, and bring them back to his workstation, scanning the covers and spines for an author name. Of course, some books did not provide such an easy answer due to the myriad of exotic languages some of the books were written in, but he was able to get the gist of at least where in the alphabet he was in with the section to try an narrow down its location. Of course, he was going by mortal library logic, not realizing that this place was organized a little differently than that.

After a few back and forths of grabbing about 5-7 books, reading the covers and spines to them and putting them back where he found them, then repeating, he sat down at the workstation empty-handed and a little befuddled. He sat in the chair in the workstation, looked in the direction of where the book should be around, with his elbows resting on his legs, and him hunched over, his chin resting on his thumbs while the rest of his fingers stood straight up in front of his lips. Trying to be independent in such a way was harder than he expected. Due to the nature of some books being written in an exotic language, he was having a hard time actually finding the book he wanted. His determination to try and be independent could be seen as stubbornness and an unwillingness to ask for help to others just watching him. He thought about what to try next before he bothers Sam, or someone else, for help. He wanted that to be the last case scenario, although if someone had seen what he had been doing and walked up to him and asked if he needed help, he would be more receptive to that.

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Westward Apartments / Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)

« on: August 13, 2019, 05:09:03 AM »

For Billiam

It has been a week since Dreki had collapsed. It happened at the highschool that he taught at. A mixture of the recent procedure from the facility slowly destroying him from the inside and overworking himself proved to be a bit too harsh for his body to handle anymore, while taken to an actual hospital in an ambulance, Hofflan was quick to intercept after about an hour. He had been transferred to the facility, of which he stayed for a couple of days, and forced to take the rest of the week off from work. Hofflan had sent out an email on Dreki's behalf to his employers explaining without much detail that Dreki would be out sick due to a medical emergency, and so far, was on trajectory to be back Monday of next week. He was brought back home on Wednesday, with a fresh diagnosis of Graft vs Host disease which may or may not have caused an autoimmune disorder with his stomach. Given how the treatment for both would have been the same in the end, Hofflan decided it wasn't worth exploring it further unless Dreki took a turn for the worse at somepoint in the future.

Despite being home on Wednesday, he was told to not go anywhere the next day as Hofflan himself would be stopping by with a more well constructed treatment plan and expectations. While Dreki would be fine in the end, it was still going to be a lifelong issue, regardless of how long that may even mean. Day became night, and Dreki sighed, sitting in his kitchen reading a book, awaiting for whenever Hofflan made his way over.

In the car on the way over, Hofflan decided to explain more to Nox about what the current assignment for him would be, beyond he gets to become a roommate with a special asset that lives on the outside, to specifically watch for Dreki's health and any possible leaks about the facility that may or may not have come from Dreki.

"So, to bring you a bit more up to date on your new roommate, Dreki is a special asset for us at the Facility. Not only does he have the ability to heal others, but is otherwise quite powerful. Most of his power is locked away for the majority of the time. I'm sure you've heard rumors of the angel boy who flat out killed someone else?" Hofflan wasn't reading from a physical file or anything, it was clear that Dreki was beyond just another experiment for the facility, but even far enough to be a bit of a pet project for Hofflan, "Yeah, same kid. Too much violence brought against him and he'll lose control of himself. Not only will he be able to fly, but he is also incredibly fast, and will rebound and heal from wounds as if they are nothing. You will see ethereal wings that he can use to fly, and if really in a bad situation an ethereal sword as well. He also will attack back until whatever the original threat was, is killed, or at least thats what the current observable behavior is. He's recently been augmented to be physically stronger all around with the same DNA that his original procedure was done with, so that may have changed to be better or worse, thats not something thats been tested yet. Oh, and be careful about speaking Russian in front of him. There is a Russian phrase that will make him turn as well, but it's been not very well tested so if you turn him like that, we don't know what will bring him back to his senses. Unfortunately I cannot give you the phrase, сожалею."

Hofflan wasn't exactly fluent in Russian anymore, it's been so long since he last spoke the language, and even back then, it was functional enough to mainly speak to other soldiers and not really an everyday thing. He knew the phrase that would trigger Dreki, and a few other odds and ends, but not enough to speak a full conversation, although he understood it just fine. He had no reason to brush up on speaking it again, and part of the reason why Dreki never bothered to learn Russian to help hide his thoughts was because he knew Hofflan understood it.

"You are to watch him, make sure his health doesn't physically decline too far. If he does heal someone, he'll get sick for a time, but nothing life threatening, but he doesn't often do that, if at all anymore. He tries to limit his visits with me, or at least whats within his power to do so. His recent augmentation caused more problems than expected so he is going to be given a bottle full of steroids take take until they are up to at least help bridge the gap of time it will take for the infusion he was given yesterday to pick up and work. He'll need to come back every 6 weeks to get another infusion, and I cannot say how that will affect his ability to get sick or heal from wounds. Normally he doesn't get sick or stay injured for long, a broken bone might take a day or two of healing, but cuts and scrapes would leave within minutes or less depending on the size, that may have changed. Make sure he eats about 3 meals a day, he currently had a feeding tube in to give his stomach some time to heal itself, but he does have a habit of not eating very often. Also he does have a history of suicide attempts, he's never been successful, the angel DNA in him will keep him alive at the very least so don't worry about him too hard if he starts being melodramatic. There have also been times where I have not been able to mentally contact him, or when I do the events do fully line up with what has happening before hand, so also make sure you know where he is, but let him keep a belief that he has privacy."

The car stopped in front of a nice looking apartment building, they were finally there.

"Any questions before we go up?" He asked Nox, knowing Dreki was awaiting them.

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Pending Characters / Elliott (wip)

« on: August 05, 2019, 09:49:33 AM »

Do you have a feeling of being thrown into the darkness? Every day when a shallow dream awakens, where is the reason for the tears, I'm sure I'll come back. Even if you don't have a voice, I'm always smiling for those who I love. Every day in the memories of light days the gentleness behind my eyes that kept pressing down, a heart full of moments that suddenly return.

Basics
Birth name: To be discovered
Aliases/Nicknames: Elliott
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Age: Eternal
Looks: Depends on his host
Date of Birth: April
Species: Paragon
Domicile: Depends on his host
Family: The other Paragons

Apperance:
This really depends on his host, however his monstrous form seems to be that of an owl.

His glyph is a dark blue, resembles a bird of some kind in it's lines

Clothing:
Depends on the host.


Resume:
He was what people of this time would know as a lawmaker back on the days of his time.

Lifestyle:
Hobbies: Studying, but it's more a hobby out of necessity than for fun. Also enjoys to people watch, particularly after influencing someone to do what he wants.

Bad Habits / Vices:


Observable Behavior:
Speech Patterns: Speaks with a Flourish of Olde English
Eye Contact: Always dead on
Gait: He matches the gait of the person he's walking with, on his own he seems to always walk with a purpose, but in a slower manner than one would expect.
Posture: Straight and upright.
Gestures, Quirks or Eccentricities: Eloquently talks with his hands
Mannerisms:

Common Stance:


Likes & Dislikes
Favorites...
Food & Drinks:
Music:
Video Entertainment:
Books & Magazines:

Pet Peeves:
Major Hangups:
Fears/Phobias:
Dislikes:

Personality:
Philosophy of life:

Strongest positive personality trait:
Strongest negative personality trait:

Character Strengths:

Flaws:

Sense of humor:
Temper:

Awareness of Supernaturals:
 
History and Relationships:
Relationship status:
Current family:

Best Friend(s):
Other Friends:
Other close relationships:

Enemies:

Romantic/Sexual Encounters:

Relationship Skills:

Basic Rundown of History:

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Species Information / Paragon

« on: August 05, 2019, 08:21:55 AM »

Name: Paragon

Classification:  Ancients

Origin: Existed before the Ice Age.
 
Appearance: Depends on what body they are borrowing. Can bring down a colored glyph over the face of the body to prove its them.

Creation: Birth, given how none of them have access to their original bodies, no longer can one be born

Lifespan: Immortal

Characteristics:  Their "Face" with can be shown. It's shown as a glyph that's color and shape is unique to the Paragon itself. Also a very very large soul. Large enough that it would take several demons at once to consume lest the demons die from being unable to contain the energy it gives them (i.e., Demons have to take care not to absorb so much power that they explode).

Powers and Abilities: Can teleport. Teleportation is revealed as black smoke with a hint of their glyph color, which will fade quickly after they appear or disappear. They can and usually inhabit soulless bodies, and are able to switch without an issue, provided they've used the body before. If the body is brand new, it can take some time getting used to. They will inherit whatever abilities that body has possessed (such as dark imp abilities, or vampire abilities and weaknesses) but they cannot transfer that body's power with them. Alternatively, they can take on a corporeal form from their soul. It's usually monstrous in some way and not convenient, but is also unique to the Paragon. Arguably, this is their true form.

Liabilities and Weaknesses: Their souls can be bound for short periods of time to a very specific object (message me for a how-to if playing this species). If the said object is destroyed with a powerful enough blow, the Paragon will be killed. They are otherwise no more powerful than the body they are currently inhabiting and if the body is killed they will have to find a new one.

Lifestyle: At the moment much like traveling nomads, once they found the city they decided it was a good place to start, and settled down, taking up any soulless they come across, taking care of them, making sure they are ok and in return borrowing their bodies for general existing, much like how the vampires have their donors, so do they.

Common Personality: They watched the end of civilization once with the ice age, and have watched it near happen again and again in the past, but with the looming threat of global warming, they wish to stop it, while making the world today similar to what their world once was. They are aware of their age and those who exist left among them, and work together to achieve the goal they set out for, even if they don't always agree.

Vampire Interation: Vampires can drink from a Paragon depending on which body they inhabit - that physical body is what the vampire will experience only. The Paragon is untouchable from a bite (this means that Paragons will experience the physical pleasure of the bite if willing, but they will lose none of their being to it).

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City Streets / Erosion Mark

« on: July 26, 2019, 10:17:22 PM »

For Billiam

Today was the day, or night rather, when Drew would follow him to the facility. He was told to try and get it pushed back, and when having asked Hofflan, he was straight up told no. He figured Drew was nearby somewhere but not sure where. Likely for the best, after all the less Dreki knew about this plan, the better this would be for Drew to be successful. He stood near the front doors to the Target messing around on his phone, turning off the volume on it totally for vibrations only and without the necklace the witch gave him, but not close enough that if a car was to park in front of him, that it would be in the way of anyone existing or entering the store. Sure enough, a minute before the requested time, a plain black 4 door sedan pulled out from a nearby parking spot, and drove up to Dreki, allowing him in. It was clear they were even watching him before they picked him up. Mostly to make sure no one else was watching him to possibly follow along.

Once they got on the road it was clear that they were going in an obtuse path. Lots of rather large circles that spanned blocks, some back roads, some main roads, it was clear they were trying to not be followed, and possibly even to throw off Dreki's ability to trace back to the facility on his own. They weren't making it easy for any follows, thats for sure. Once out of the city, this time they seemed to take a pretty straight forward path to the facility. It was in a fairly decent sized unmarked business type building that was roughly about 3 stories tall, but it was nothing but a front. The car stopped at the front door, letting out Dreki, and someone else, who escorted him inside.

Once inside, they hit a security checkpoint. Dreki handed over his phone, keys, and wallet into a little bowl, handed it to the guard, and walked through to no beeps. The guard had turned Dreki's phone off before handing the bowl of the 3 items back to him. He walked to the elevator with his escort as he put the items back in his pockets, making sure that he turned his phone back on as he did. He felt it softly vibrate in his pocket. Once in and going down, he leaned against a wall in the elevator, with his hands in his pockets. It wasn't that unusual for him to take that pose, while going down, he navigated his phone in his pocket to start recording. Being blind had it's perks, as if he could see then he wouldn't have been able to do that as smoothly or as easily. He turned off the screen, but not the recording program, that would just run in the background, and removed his hand from his pockets and rested them on the arm bar in the elevator until it made it's stop several floors down.

He was then escorted to his room for the visit, where he sat down on the patient bed as he waited and his escort left him in that room. There was a gown on the bed, with a braille written note asking him to get changed into it. He sighed as he did so, not exactly happy that his phone wouldn't be directly on him. He put his stuff in the nearby chair making sure his pants were on top, with the pocket with his phone in it closest to the bed without it being suspicious. It wasn't long until a nurse came, put her hand on his chest, and pushed him back onto the bed to make him lay down. He didn't go against her and complied. She prepped his right arm with an IV, injected something into the line, then hooked it up to the bag, Dreki looked a little bit confused and concerned.

"An IV? What have I done to deserve that?" He asked, beginning to feel a bit drowsy, a little worried about what was in store if they needed to sedate him given what happened last time.

"Dr. Hofflan has something special for you planned today, just relax, ok? Otherwise it may be more painful than it needs to be, there is some pain meds in there, but I can't promise they will fully cover the pain." She spoke in a cheerful tone and smiled at him. After that she left him there, waiting. He began to feel the affects of whatever she gave him a bit more, felt a bit woozy and floaty, not long after that Hofflan himself comes in with a wheely tray. On it was quite a number of prefilled syringes.

"What are those for?" He asked trying to push through the feelings of the drugs already in his system. Hofflan looked at him with a devilish smile.

"Oh the nurse didn't tell you what you were in for today? Oh goodie," He spoke in a smarmy yet happy tone, "You know you were one of my greatest achievements, and failures, right?" He lifted the gown up a bit, and started to inject something into Dreki. Seems as if one syringe was for a particular muscle as he wouldn't reuse any of them, and injected the full thing into one muscle before continuing to the next. Dreki certainly found it uncomfortable, but not terribly painful, likely thanks in part due to the medicine the nurse gave him before hand.

"I want to fix that, so I'm altering you a bit more. Still same DNA as I did the last time, so it shouldn't be as hard on you. This should help you keep up with vampires and other such creatures and at least have a chance at fighting back. Even if they can't kill you so easily, it's pointless to go against them if you can't fight them off either." Dreki noted Hofflan didn't specifically mention his fugue state. He knew Hofflan knew about it, and wondered if it would affect that, and how, but of course he wouldn't be given the answers he shouldn't even know the questions for to begin with.

"W-what can I, expect?" he asked, fighting against the medicine still. He couldn't finish a complete thought, but Hofflan seemed to get what he was trying to get at. In places where he was injected, he felt incredibly hot and tingly. It was uncomfortable, he wanted it to stop, but he could barely move. He guessed a muscle relaxer was likely in the cocktail he was given.

"Probably pain, and not feeling so great on and off for a while, it's not going to be physically easy on you. If you experience anything beyond that you need to tell me, same if you call off of any of your jobs as I can provide you a doctor's note at the very least, ok?"

Dreki simply made a small grunt of a noise to acknowledge the request. Hofflan smiled. After some time passed, he finished up with all the syringes and removed the IV, and Dreki had slept through a decent chunk of it. Hofflan shook Dreki to wake him up, when Dreki had opened his eyes, Hofflan put his hand over them, erased most of Dreki's memory on what had been done to him, he just vaguely remembered to let Hofflan know if something was more than him just feeling pain and sick, or if he called off of work.

"Get dressed, the escort will be here to help you to the car in about 10 minutes." Hofflan said and left. Dreki stood up, and went to get his clothes. He felt like he was underwater as he managed to get dressed back in his normal clothes and wait. The Escort came back in, and helped him back to the elevator. While in the elevator, he put his hands back in his pockets as he leaned against a corner of the elevator. He managed to turn off his phone before they got back up and hit security again. They went through security again, security had manually turned his phone back on, and handed him back his stuff. He put them back into his pockets and was taken back to the car. Overall, he was roughly in there for about an hour and a half.

They drove him back to the same Target parking lot, waited for him to get out of the car, then once he closed the door, they drove off. He still felt like he was walking underwater and his arms and legs felt incredible sore, since he had been using them more than the other muscles in his torso. He sat against the side of the building, waiting for Drew to meet back up with him.

15

An Tsi / Ongaku

« on: July 24, 2019, 08:00:38 PM »

After quite some time has past since he last visit he made it back to the bar. He had since been altered more, and thus may come off as more angelic to others, to the point where even sensing his aura before hand would have made him seem like he's a different person before than he was now, despite being the same otherwise. He's made a new friend at a museum, possibly getting her entangled in the mess of what his life had become. He's encountered Sam at work for the first time since Sam had stopped responding to him those many weeks ago that now almost seems longer than that.

All the stressed seemed to eat away at his stomach, making it hard for him to eat, this time him starting to lose weight again at no fault of his own. He wasn't a thin as he used to be before he met Sam, but it's apparent that he's lost weight if not still losing weight. He wanted to do something, anything to ease the stress and almost headed back to the White Rabbit, but realized that was a bad idea. They were likely to kick him out again, or worse, they would do something bad to him as Drew mentioned. Not like he could play the Piano there anymore anyway.

Thats when the idea hit him to go back to An Tsi. He remembered they did have a piano on a stage that seemed mostly untouched, and if they refused to let him play, then he would just drink. He wanted to lean away from drinking tonight given the stomach issues that have been plaguing him as of late as he didn't want to make that worse. It was bad enough that those with a keen sense of smell could probably smell blood on his breath, almost as if he was a vampire but not nearly that strong of a scent.

When he walked in, he made his way to the counter to speak to either Theo or Rohan. It had been a few weeks since their last encounter and since he was drunk for most of it, he wasn't sure who of the two he approached.

"Hey, uhhh I've noticed you have a Piano on the stage over there," he seemed a bit timid, "I've been playing since I was a toddler, would you mind if I provide some background music?" He smiled, hopeful for a positive response, but if not already had his next one in mind.