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Rebel Rebel Investigations / Re: Cold, Dark And Raining

« on: March 21, 2019, 03:56:10 AM »

He smiled amusingly upon hearing Lola's Question, not minding it much. While he was only an inch shorter than Drew, he was much thinner. He heard her response and how much more excited she was once her request was heard. He had sat patiently in the chair awaiting for Drew to take care of her. He leaned forward a bit as to not get the chair wet, or at least not anymore wet than he was. His now translucent button up would reveal a white T-shirt that acted as an undershirt.

"Oh it's not too bad, I've seen worse." He mentioned "Well given my sight that might not mean much to you" He joked "Anyway, Lola seemed friendly, hopefully she enjoyed the booze you've picked out for her?" He just made it clear he could understand Spanish at the very least. It was just one of many languages he was fluent in. He shivered a bit, cold from the wet clothes that now stuck to his frame. He was thin, but not in an unhealthy way, it seemed to fit his frame well.

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The White Rabbit / Re: Sing us a Song, you're the Piano Man

« on: March 20, 2019, 06:34:53 AM »

He too left a tip for the bartender and took Drew's arm. His touch was gentle, but with a firm grip. He felt the muscles in Drew's arms and noted that his eyes did not deceive him from what he could tell anyway. He didn't notice the looks as he couldn't see expressions anyway, he just knew that Drew faced the bartender for a moment.

"Good." He chuckled at the joke. "I'd hate to get lost. I've been mugged before, it's neve a fun time." He spoke in a more light-heartedly manner, although it was the truth. Getting a new phone and setting it up to be blind friendly was always a pain. He didn't carry enough cash around for mugging to be worth it, particularly not after leaving a bar.

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The White Rabbit / Re: Sing us a Song, you're the Piano Man

« on: March 20, 2019, 05:54:37 AM »

He was a little surprised at the offer of going back to Drew's place but smiled. Who knows, maybe the night would end like a usual night of drinking for him, or at worst he make an ally of somekind. He finished up his second drink and seemed to look around the room, he could still tell where object were roughly, so as long as he was with someone, navigating outside shouldn't be too hard.

"Sure, as a warning though is that I am a bit tipsy." He started to explain "I can still navigate rooms without that big of a deal, but outside might be more troublesome. Try to let me keep up with you, ok?"

What he kept out of his tone was nervousness. Sure following a suspected vampire back to their place for privacy probably wasn't the smartest of ideas, but he's done worse in the past. He didn't feel like Drew would force himself upon him or mug him, given his actions tonight. Although given his limited way of seeing, Drew did seem like he had a nice body, however he wasn't about to ask to feel his face to see how handsome he was, at least, not yet anyway. He felt his pockets and had everything.

"Ready to go whenever you are." He seemed not terribly worried. Maybe it was the alcohol giving him all this confidence, he knew this could end poorly but was taking a chance.

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Approved Characters / Noelle Gainsboro

« on: March 17, 2019, 01:05:21 PM »

Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance,
I'm not a chance, but a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette,
Pawn shop heart trading up

^{I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy}

Basics
Birth name: Noelle Gainsboro
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She uses her looks to her advantage, there is speculation that she might be gay, but she does act interested in men at the very least
Age: 32
Looks: Mid 20s
Date of Birth: November 18th
Species: Smoke Demon
Domicile: The West Side
Family: Her Gang

Appearance:
Hair: Jet black, straight, down to her shoulders, has a bit of a fringe
Eyes: A steely cool gray
Skin: Pale with more olive undertones
Shape of Face: Round
Nose: a straight bridge down to a button nose
Mouth: A defined cupids bow, upper lip is slightly thinner than her lower lip
Glasses or Contacts?: None
Hands: Small, with thin fingers. Normally wears nail polish that matches her outfit, Fingernails are sharpened to a short point.
Frame: An hour glass shape Ectomorph, she is a healthy weight but does have more muscle behind her than it appears, she is 5'9" and 155lbs.
Marks: Has Several tattoos covering her body. Her face, neck, and hands are clear of Tattoos so she can hide them if needed, but she otherwise has full sleeves, and all over her back and torso. There is a lot of color and a lot of them have a very watercolor appearance to them.

Clothing:
Daily Garb: Almost like an old gangster, a fitted button up shirt of some color, sometimes with a thin black tie, black dress pants, a matching black dress up jacket. Her boots are flat to make for easy traveling and come up to right below her knees. Sometimes were wear a black flatcap as well.
Date/Out: A cute black skirt that goes down to her knees, overlayed with black lace with a small fringe at the bottom, and a cute colored blouse of some kind. Shoes tend to be flats that would match the color of the shirt
To bed: Nothing, or very pretty underwear depending on the circumstances
Special: She goes have a very pretty red and black flowy dress that she does wear on special occasions
Makeup: Will always match whatever color she is wearing. She makes it herself actually to get the colors she wants. Although her nail polish, when painting her nails smells questionable, when dry they smell like nothing.
Accessories: She has no piercings but in her nicer outfits she is known to wear matching rings and necklaces. Other than that she doesn't wear anything for practicality.

Resume:
Education:  'Homeschooling'
Current Occupation: Former Gang Leader
Salary: Enough
Previous Occupations: Gang Member
Intelligence Level: Incredibly street smart, especially in the art of evading.

Socioeconomic Level as a child: Comfortable
Socioeconomic Level as an adult: Very Comfortable

Powers and their Drawbacks: She can turn into Smoke, and she loses her clothes doing so

Lifestyle:
Hobbies:

• Making her own makeup
• Aikido

Pastimes:

• Luring men for information
• Playing darts
• playing pool
• Keeping up on bar culture

Health: Fairly healthy, she does actually take care of more than just her looks

Bad Habits / Vices:  Smokes Sobraine Cocktails


Observable Behavior:
Speech Patterns: Does an Audible "Hmmm" noise when thinking, speaks more sultry to those she doesn't know
Eye Contact: Very good at keeping it
Gait: Sometimes quick and short steps, when luring someone she makes sure to walk slow and let her hips sway
Posture: keeps decent posture, it shows off her chest better
Gestures, Quirks or Eccentricities: She will put her elbows on the table, interlock her fingers, and rest her head on her hands while she listens to someone if she knows they are bullshitting her
Mannerisms: Her eyes seem to sometimes constantly scan a room that she is in.

Commonly Seen Holding: A Sobraine Cocktail that matches her outfit

Common Stance: Leaning against something

Likes & Dislikes
Favorites
Food & Drinks: Coffee, Hot cocoa, really anything that can be drank hot if not warm. Hibachi, Bananas foster, creme burlee, anything else you take a touch or fire to.
Music: Mostly Alt Rock
TV: Prefers comedies or thrillers
Books & Magazines: Read hilariously bad romance novels

Pet Peeves: Being interrupted in her doing anything.
Major Hangups: Not getting her way
Fears/Phobias: Reforming naked in front of someone
Dislikes: Failure

Personality:
Philosophy of life: Get what you need, no matter the means

Strongest positive personality trait: She doesn't give up
Strongest negative personality trait: She will blame others for her failures

Character Strengths: Is loyal to whom she runs with.

Flaws: Can act childish if things do not go her way, sometimes even acting rashly

Facts/Quirks: She has no less than two weapons on her at all times. A Small gun kept at her lower back, a hunting knife by her right ankle and attached to her forearms are two plastic knives that can slide out and stab if she pulls on a string. They are sharp enough to go through flesh and the entire mechanism is fully plastic/string and thin in order to pass through metal detectors or patdowns.

Sense of humor: Dark, and usually at someone else's expense
Temper: Harsh, and sometimes childish.

Awareness of Supernaturals: Very very very aware
 
History and Relationships:
Relationship status: Single
Current family: Those from her previous gang
Mother: Dead
Father: Dead
Birth Order: Only child
Maternal Grandparents: Dead
Paternal Grandparents: Dead
Other Relatives: Nope

Best Friend(s): None
Other Friends:  None
Other close relationships: None

Enemies: Anyone who crosses  her

Romantic/Sexual Encounters: She usually uses this to her advantage to get information out of someone, does not get as far as sex before she attempts to kill them.

Relationship Skills: She is very charismatic, and it's at least easy for her to pretend to like someone, or at least get along with someone if she needs to. She has no problem working with others if they share a similar goal as her, regardless of how she actually feels about them.

Basic Rundown of History:
Her 'Parents' A Fire and Air demon, came together to create her. They both co-lead a gang of other demons that would deal high end substances, offer 'protection' services, and had a few pawn shops as fronts. They taught their daughter how to take over the family 'businesses' and how to be a fearless leader, by teaching her martial arts and how to be smart about things. When the Vampires came in, her parents were killed. She thought it was best for the gang to dissipate and go their separate ways so no other casualties were had. Those that disagreed with her did also get killed by the vampires, those that didn't still meet up with her once a week and they play billiards, darts, and other bar games with eachother in her 'Man Cave' of a basement which is basically her own private tavern that she hosts these get-togethers in. She inherited the house she lives in from her parents and hasn't really changed much of the rooms around, except for what room is hers. She still runs those pawn shops but nowadays as legit businesses, and employs her old gang members.

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The White Rabbit / Re: Sing us a Song, you're the Piano Man

« on: March 14, 2019, 06:35:45 PM »

"Nice to meet you." He said and took the handshake, he seemed a little unsure about it at first but took it with some mild hesitation. His hearing for sure was not good enough to pick up on others pulses, particularly not in a loud room, but he wasn't hesitant because he perceived Drew to possibly be a vampire. He was hesitant because sometimes telling what people's movements are, was difficult for him. They did just introduce themselves so it made sense that Drew was looking for a handshake.

"Hunky Dory and Heroes would probably be my two favorite 70s albums of his. My mom helped with my love of music a bit would would describe what the album art looked like to albums I listened to a lot. With Heroes she did put me in the same pose that David Bowie holds on the cover for me to better understand it, so I think the reason why I enjoy that one is mostly because of the album art and that memories tied to it." He explained quickly finishing his first drink of Bourbon Whiskey. He ordered and paid for his second drink which now he seemed to be taking much slower. The white outlines that surrounded people and objects in his vision slowly began to behave more like sound visualizers that didn't match up with anything.

"You know I don't usually do this, normally if I'm going out for drinks I request a different type of intimacy, but if you're up for it I wouldn't mind playing a game of 20 questions. You can ask me anything and I will respond truthfully, in return I'll ask you something and request that you are also truthful." He explained, knowing if he was right about his realization there was no way of him even protecting himself. He wasn't physically strong at all, and Drew seemed to be, however given earlier that Drew likely saved him from some improper fate there was a mild sense of trust there. Plus vampires likely had powers in general that he just couldn't compete with. He was aware of the risk but felt as if this would help him understand his powers a bit better. He's had the damned things for 10 years and still didn't know what everything he could do meant.

"Also do you know if the bar itself has a more private area we could relax in and ask eachother these questions. I will warn you know mine will get increasingly personal as the game goes on." He mentioned in a low and quiet voice with a serious one and look. He took a sip of his bourbon hoping that Drew would be up for this, that and if there was somewhere more private they could talk, even if it was on the god damned roof he didn't care.

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The White Rabbit / Re: Sing us a Song, you're the Piano Man

« on: March 13, 2019, 07:44:05 PM »

"Oh I'm aware of what his 80s hits are, not many request that Era from him however. Jut he's usually attached to those who like Elton John, Billy Joel, and other artists who can have a 70s feel to their music sometimes, even if he did start out in 66 with his music getting recognized, it had gotten a feel for the 70s before the 70s really arrived with certain tracks of his. It seems as if everyone just knows Space Oddity and nothing else sometimes. It's a shame really, he has a lot of good stuff and has done a lot more the how music has developed over the year than most people realize," He explained a bit, not expecting someone to point out that Space Oddity wasn't an 80s hit, "Figured I would give them a different song of his thats not only better, but still invokes the feeling of traveling the mystery that is space." And it was with that last thing he spoke where the scent of Drew's Drink caught him a bit off guard and threw him for a loop. The look on his face would have a mild perplexity to it, it didn't quite smell like an alcoholic drink but one that smelt metallic, it was a vague scent he normally smelt around this place, but now talking to someone who was drinking such a thing, made it more noticeable as a drink here for sure and not quite just a generic small of the bar.

Something seemed to click in his mind, he knew Vampire DNA was an option in the facility in ways of them discussing the pros and cons of what DNA they could try and use to give him his sight back and make him even a little bit more strong, he was also aware of the myths that everyone was in regards to what media showed to be a vampire, but he didn't actually think much of them being common or too terribly real, until now. He figured that was just the name the facility gave that DNA as a way to describe what it can help or harm with. From perplexed, to a realization, to sudden calmness. Drew had that 'off' feeling he noticed more often with people at nighttime than at daytime. He wondered something but wondered how to appropriately go about asking it.

"You know what? I can call off tomorrow, I rarely use sicks days anyway, is your offer for a drink still on the table?" He seemed to change his mind, he knew he was about to be more bold than he usually is with this man, and didn't want his nerves to get in the way of this, "By the way, I'm Dreki, whats your name?" Introducing himself seemed to be a good start on what to do next. Figured if an exchange of information was going to happen then knowing eachothers names would be a great start. He seemed to put a headphone in one ear of his as he quickly shot off an email on his phone, then removed it, putting both that and his phone in his pocket.

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The White Rabbit / Re: Sing us a Song, you're the Piano Man

« on: March 11, 2019, 10:07:07 AM »

"Maybe some other day, I have work in the morning and alcohol just makes it difficult for me to get around" He smiled as he turned to face Drew, "I appreciate the offer. In the meantime why don't I buy you one? I heard what you mentioned to the bartender and I appreciate that even more." He had taken his headphone out of his ear and by that point Manuel would have replaced the tainted water he had. He took a sip of the fresh cup and placed his phone down in front of him, the lock screen would have been whatever basic background the phone came with.

"Also, a little surprised you didn't suggest something from David Bowie's Discography. Most people who enjoy music from the 80s usually request something from him as well. Mostly Space Oddity, but if not given a song I default to Life on Mars, which is a much better song in my opinion anyway." He explained, not shying away from a little conversation while he hung out at the bar. He kept his cup in his hand, while he doubt something like that would happen a second time, after all, this isn't his first time coming to this bar, he just felt a little more comfortable doing so right now.

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The White Rabbit / Re: Sing us a Song, you're the Piano Man

« on: March 11, 2019, 08:11:00 AM »

He figured it was time for a break, particularly now that the strippers were all getting ready to take to their routines. He didn't want to interrupt any of them with his Piano playing, it would probably be almost too relaxing for what they normally all danced to anyhow. He stretched as he got up from the Piano and sighed to himself. He still didn't feel tired, and was hoping that the Piano playing for a bit would relax him enough to feel tired but alas it seems as if it didn't.

"I wonder if I will get any sleep tonight." He mumbled to himself as he walked up to and sat down at the bar itself. While walking up to it, people moved out of his way pretty easily. The intense gaze his eyes normally gave off made a lot of people uncomfortable as it is. Before when he used his walking cane, people normally moved out of the way to not impede him, nowadays, it was to keep off of his glare. He asked the Bartender for a water and quickly got one, he had work the next day so alcohol tonight would be a bad idea. After a few sips, he turned his back away for a moment while he went to pull his phone from his pocket. The bartender seemed to have been across the room at the other side bar counter from Dreki helping out other customers who were there. Someone seemed to quickly walk by him, and since his and seemingly everyone's back was turned, slipped something into his cup of water, but walked away also as if he was just walking by so Dreki took no mind of that person either.

After a moment, Dreki managed to get his phone out of his pocket, put an earbud in his left ear as he seemed to be doing something on his phone without actually looking at it. If someone looked closely enough it seemed to be a word document of sorts he was typing on.

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The White Rabbit / Re: Sing us a Song, you're the Piano Man

« on: March 11, 2019, 06:43:48 AM »

After he had played a few other requests from the crowd, ranging from Glass Animals to even Mindless Self Indulgence of all things did for sure show he had the talent to play just about anything. Although he did assume with that suggestion that the person was trying to throw him off, there was at least always someone who would try to throw him a curveball. With each song he seemed to sing along in his own tone that matched with how he was playing, with seemingly calming renditions of those songs. It seemed like a livelier night than most as he normally didn't get too many requests in a row. After the last request was over with, he did take up Drew's request of Tiny Dancer, singing along as well.

While he played he had perfect posture, his hands gliding over the keys with ease. If anything it's clear he's been playing the Piano for a long time and knows a lot of music. An oddity however, is that he did not once look down at the keys. Most piano players use their eyes and look down from time to time if not concentrated on the keys themselves as they play. He seemed to concentrate to anything that directly faced him such as the wall, or sometimes even closing his eyes, never once looking down. Sometimes he lightly swayed with the music and his singing, as if to dance a little. His talent of playing the piano seemed to be that of his own, nothing would stand out except for maybe his talent at it. His body language seemed welcoming yet professional when interacting with others to get song requests.

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Approved Characters / Re: Dreki Brandt

« on: March 11, 2019, 06:41:38 AM »

In Depth history
Will be written in Dreki's perspective of the more harrowing things he'd put up with that he currently remembers. Content warnings for child abuse, rape, death, and overall violence.

That day, I'll never forget that day. I was 16, in English class, listening to the teacher read part of a book. The Great Gatsby, what a bore. Yes you go throw that pool party, go impress the dumb blond who doesn't seem to understand who you are. The phone on the wall rang, the teacher paused the class to answer it, after all he couldn't tell the kids to read on their own because I existed. The school didn't have the money to look for audiobooks for just me, or even rarer to find, a braille version, so here I sat, among the chattering kids waiting for Mr. Bogen to continue. Instead of, his voice called out.

"Dreki, Principals office." The kids 'oooooo'd' as if I were in trouble or something, in trouble for what who knows. People tried to blame me for their misdoings a lot. I got up, grabbed my cane, and walked for the door, a stone cold look on my face as I did so, but hard to see behind my sunglasses. The kids didn't try anything as I walked by, after all our teacher was watching, no one would risk the instant detention he would give them for it. It seemed like he was the only one who cared sometimes, most of the other teachers turned a blinder than me eye to how kids treated me. The sad thing is that I'm totally blind, born that way. All I can see is a solid color, I knew what colors are what what things were what colors, but the concept of colors in general still blows my mind. The same thing with Lightness and Darkness. I couldn't even tell you what color I do see, if it is light or dark, or anything of that. My basis of comparison was skewed since the beginning. The walk there was nothing special as I sat down on one of the chairs near the door to the main office. The principal's office was attached to the main office, and not long after I sat down, the lady at the main office desk, got him and he ushered me into his office.

"Please, sit down" He spoke as I walked in. He closed the door behind me and went to sit at his desk. The Smell of Leather from the seats filled the room, the squeaks of his chair as his weight hit it, little did I know these would be my last great memories of this place, or at least, last memories as a student anyway.

"Look Dreks, I'm just going to go right into it ok?" He said and I was about to speak up and say that I didn't do anything but I think he caught wind of that based on my expression and tapped his hand down on his desk a few times so I could hear it.

"Stop, look it's nothing that happened at the school. But, your Mom died." I remember not believing him at first and just shook my head, but he spoke again before I could.

"She was on her way here to pick you up like usual, but was hit by a drunk driver, she died instantly. We're arraigning to get you a ride home now." And I just start crying, I don't remember when I stopped but it was before I woke up the next morning. I just had no tears left to cry at that point.

The next few days were fuzzy but I remember my dad and I not really talking much to eachother. It hit us both hard. Little did I know that it was the start to the end. I never know that I would miss their arguments that much, on how to raise me. My dad was terrified of the world and what it held, he didn't want me to get hurt. My mom realized that getting hurt was apart of life and would encourage me to live a little. It would always be about little things about what I could or couldn't do, Piano? Martial Arts? Somethings my mom could convince him that it was good for me, but she was no longer here to do that. I always had a hard time sleeping but these few days I get very little. In a sense I was waiting for my Dad to tell me that I couldn't do the many things that my mom told him that I should be able to do but I never did get that. I had to start taking the bus, which was a terrifying experience. I always made sure to get on last, and get off last so I couldn't be tripped on those deep stairs.

When I came home that day, a few days of my mom being gone, it felt different. I chalked it up to it being real, that she was really gone and it finally hit me. While that was true, thats not what happened. It was too quiet at home tonight, I began to call out for my dad for him to not respond. I rush around the house trying to look for him, and remembering my cane hitting a lump near the stair banister. It was a cloth knot, and my dad was hanging from the other end. I don't remember what happened next other than it was a few days later and I was riding in the back of the police car. I'm not sure if I even moved or went to school in those few days from me finding my dad to the police finding me, I'm not even sure where they found me, but chances are someone tipped them off that I wasn't doing well.

I was put in the foster care system, what a god awful place that was. It took them nearly a week to find a home suitable that would take me. Apparently being blind labeled me as special needs, there was nothing special or needy about me for fucks sake, there was no reason for that. Anyway they find me a home where the parents had one other kid they were taking care of, their daughter Emma. She was 7, but had the mentality of probably a 3 year old. They were a very religious family and home school the two of us. I was taught how to help take care of Emma, mostly changing her diapers. She hated it, particularly when it came to use the wipes, but getting a rash would be worse, you know? I tried to make it easier for her by having her 'help' and it seemed to work. She enjoyed helping. It was a very awkward living situation because I was never raised to be religious or anything, I didn't want much to do with all that, but I was respectful and pretended to at least, to get the parents to continue to take care of me. After about a month of this, I'm coloring with Emma like usual. She would hand me colors and tell me where to color, She was probably better at staying in the lines than I was, but she still like helping teach me how to color.

"Dee, play hide and seek tonight?" She asked in her very innocent way of speaking. She spoke very much like a young toddler too. "But no seek, only you hide. I'll show where"

"Well whats the point of playing like that?" I had asked, curious to what she was getting at.

"Please!" She responded, sounded as if she was started to get upset, I looked in her direction and smiled, remember putting my hand on her shoulder.

"Ok fine, I will." I told her with confidence, trying to keep her happy. Dealing with a 7 year old having the tantrum of a toddler was not something that was fun, as I had learned very quickly upon living here.

"Bedtime ok?" She said giving me a time on when she wanted to hide me.

I nodded and continued to color with her. Dinner time came and went, told the parents I was going to bed early because I was tired. They nodded and said good night, they seemed to trust me which was nice. I went into my room and set up my bed like I was asleep in it. Not terribly long after, before it was Emma's bedtime, she came in and got me, and lead me into her closet. We were both quiet, and my thin frame made it easy for me to hide under a pile of clothes and stuffed animals in her closet. I was nearly 6 foot tall, but was pole thin nearly. Her mom came in and read her a bedtime story, seemed like usual night. However roughly an hour later someone else entered the room, it was the dad. The mom usually did take sleeping pills but this was weird, the noises I heard next disgusted me. Finally it made sense as to why she hated getting her diaper changed, why she wanted me to hide. I came out from hiding and attacked the dad, I couldn't just sit and hide while he violated Em, she didn't deserve that. No one deserved that. I think I ended up getting violated instead, I don't remember what happened after I ran at the Dad and smacked him with my cane and him not being happy about it. I was told I was found in a gas station parking lot, bleeding from my feet, ass, face, looked like I had gotten the shit beaten out of me. But I also had Em with me, she was crying and freaking out that I was hurt, eventually the police were called and we were both taken from the home.

It hit the news very quickly, 'Orphan saved girl from getting abused by Dad' was the big gist of it. I was forced on the news a couple of times by the Foster care place to talk about it, but I wasn't very up for talking. It was disgusting, someone taking advantage of someone who couldn't even mentally understand what sex was. Apparently when the news hit, there was a group of people very interested. They were some facility, I still don't know the name of the place despite going back there every few months or so. A Doctor by the name of Micheal Hofflan from them ended up adopting me and taking over my care. He took over Emma's care too, had a special team of nurses and everything to care for her. He promised a better ability to fight back, to protect her, to be able to finish high school and go to college if I so choose. All I had to do to repay them was to take part in his experiments. I agreed.

My time there, I don't remember much of beyond studying languages and playing music. Those were the two things that kept me sane and grounded, besides the occasion I got to play with Em, but it felt more like they used and are still using her to get me to play nice with what they want. They allowed me to choose what kind of creature I wanted to become modified with, they attempted to teach me to fight but I'm not very good at it, Once they modified me I remember being very very sick for a few months. I had a high fever and it felt like my body was tearing itself from the inside out, over and over again. Once I got better, they began to test my abilities and tried to train me again. I still wasn't much of a fighter but things also felt different. I could see, I guess if you could call this seeing. I have no depth perception but people and things are outlines for me. I can also sense people and who they are by whatever energy the put out. Some people felt really really different, almost otherworldly, but I paid no mind to that nagging feeling really. I learned I could heal others, but I would get sick by doing so. There were points where I'd have moments of extreme amnesia, where I'd wake up in spots that I didn't remember falling asleep. I had a mental break at somepoint, I don't remember what happened but they allowed me to leave and live the life I currently live now.

I do have to go back when Dr. Hofflan requests me to. Mostly for doctor checkups, I can't have a normal doctor anymore. Apparently I've stopped aging the past few years according to him. He always requests that if I heal someone and get sick that I am to see him, luckily I don't do that. Beyond that I don't actually get sick anymore, even with the amount of casual sex I have I don't even seem to get STDs. The Skin on my left palm has felt funny for since before I left, I was told I burnt it on a stovetop. I somehow don't believe that, but I don't push it much. Sometimes he forces checkups on me. Gives me vaccines, or what he calls them anyway. Not sure if thats true or not, however, if I don't go, they'll hurt Em. My mind feels fuzzy if I try and deny him too beyond the usual threats. I wish I wasn't apart of this anymore, I don't want to be but I can't let someone innocent get hurt on my behalf. I don't even know who I am anymore, as a result I tend to keep away from others. I don't want anyone else to be held against me like Em has been. My students I suppose are at risk but I care about all of them the same amount, it would be hard to kidnap several hundred kids at once.

However... I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of living this life as I am. The Alcohol and Casual sex is even losing it's fun, no matter if it is with women, men, intersex, whoever else, it's all boring now. But, what can I even do about it? I can't go up against an entire secret facility with 0 ability to fight, they would just kill Em on me anyway. I want to be free, but, I honestly don't even think I could die no matter how much I may want to. Em needs me, and for now, I will live for her, to maybe one day get her into a good group home that can take care of her.

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The White Rabbit / Re: Sing us a Song, you're the Piano Man

« on: March 10, 2019, 08:34:50 AM »

A small smirk came across his face as the one time he seemed overly confident was when he was playing music. It was his one talent that he knew most others could enjoy, and usually would take requests the few times people had them for him. He usually got more tips that way, but it wasn't really for the tips that he did this, just for the fun and relaxation of it really. The fact that he didn't get stage fright, but rather, stage confidence, was always seen as a bit odd by his music teachers.

"Certainly," He said and moved into one of his personal favorites, The Longest Time, since he didn't get a specific song request. After doing the intro twice, when the verse hit he began to sang along with it as well. He played in a pitch that complimented his smooth, soft, and velvety singing voice seemed to range between and Alto and Tenor depending on what part of the song was being sung. A lot of Billy Joel songs were easy to him, particularly Piano Man, which is usually the big request that he gets, but he tries to avoid it only because it's so simple and easy for him to do now, that he wants a bit more of a challenge at this point. He almost choose "The Downeaster Alexa" but almost feel as if the tone of the song was a little too depressing for what he was throwing down tonight. After the song was over, he looked at the man, it was definitely one of those people who felt different from most found during the day. His Blue with white swirled and speckled irises gazes nearly piercing almost as if he was looking right though Drew, however, Dreki's smile would indicate no harm.

"Any other requests?" He asked Drew wondering what else was to be thrown at him. Given his extensive list of what he listens to, he can play nearly anything he gets requested and not often is he thrown for a loop.

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The White Rabbit / Sing us a Song, you're the Piano Man

« on: March 10, 2019, 07:13:43 AM »

This was one of the many nights he dreaded, the one of many where he just couldn't sleep, and simply didn't feel tired. Luckily for him the buses ran late, or even all night. He never really bothered to check for certain, just that if he needed a bus, there usually was one to grab him within 10 minutes or so no matter what time of day. He never thought anything of it since he lived in this city his whole life, and just figured thats how public transport worked. While out in public, he generally always had some headphones in, a sign as to not be bothered by the world or others. A thing he had noticed is that most of the people of the night 'felt' different from the people of the day. He couldn't exactly put his finger on why and since not everyone felt this way at night, he couldn't just account for it being just the night owls of the world either.

Once arriving to the bar, he made his way down the the lounge area. They knew him by now, they had to have. He came by usually about 3-4 times a week to just play Piano for them in the lounge for a few hours. He never asked them to be paid but would accept tips from the patrons, which likely made it even easier on the bar, or at least his own thoughts of it being one less person for them to have to pay from time to time likely made it easier on the bar. He made his way to the Piano, sat down, removed his headphones, and cracked his knuckles. After he rested his fingers on the keys for a few moments and decided he would warm up with something more simple for him to play but long. He usually played rather complex pieces, but he made them seem easy with how his fingers seem to glide like butter over the piano keys. While playing, he seemed to stare straight ahead of him, not looking at the keys, not looking at any sheet music, just straight ahead, as he tuned out most of the world as he played for anyone who was willing to listen.

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Approved Characters / Dreki Arach

« on: March 09, 2019, 04:07:50 PM »

night and day, I think of you and sing.
the rose is shut in, in this winter with the moon.
it’s totally like heaven. the truth goes far away.
all along, they didn’t come over to take care of my little flowers.
I fall my love, never, how do you feel no more to wanna gain my mind.

^{garden - wac}

Basics
Birth name: Dreki Arach
Aliases/Nicknames: Dreks, Dragon Walker
Namesake: His parents wanted a dragony sounding name, but felt that Drake or Draco was too common or too basic.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual, in his own words "I can't see anyway, so what does it matter?"
Nationality: His parents have a very European background, Dutch, Scottish, and Irish being most prevalent
Age: 29
Looks: Early to Mid 20s
Date of Birth: October 15th
Species: Altered Human
Domicile: A basic one floor two bedroom apartment within the City
Family: Parents (Both Deceased), Adoptive Father (Deceased), Adoptive Sister (Deceased)

Apperance:
Hair: A light soft blonde that tends to be more on the long side for a guy, usually hitting his mid neck, but sometimes gets long enough to go a little past his shoulders. When it gets that long, he usually has it in a low ponytail.
Eyes: A deep blue, but they almost look scarred. There are cool grayish-whitish swirls and speckles within the blue of his eyes.
Skin: Pale with under-shades of of peach and pink tones, fairly smooth skin. His arm and leg hair equates to peachfuzz, and cannot easily grow facial hair
Shape of Face: Oval
Nose: From brow-bone to tip there is a slight curve, then goes straight to connect to his face.
Mouth: Fairly proportionate lips with a noticeable cupids bow, the ends of his lips have a slight curve upwards.
Glasses or Contacts?: Sometimes Sunglasses
Hands: Long fingers, almost bony but not quite. The larger veins can be seen through his skin giving light lines of blue across them.
Frame: At 6'2" and 180lbs he is athletically muscular, but is able to generally hide that under his clothes.
Marks: Has a line burn scar on either shoulder blade as well as the entire palm of his left hand.

Clothing:
Daily Garb: Black boots that zip up on the inside side of his feet, black crew sock, Black cargo pants, a white under t-shirt, a white button up shirt with the first two buttons unbuttoned.
Date/Out: Almost the same but with Black dress Pants, his shirt buttoned all the way up, a simple black tie, and would likely add a black vest to it as well
To bed: Boxer Briefs
Special: His wardrobe is devoid of color because he wouldn't be able to see anything to match things properly. Instead of looking like a fool, he'd rather stay with simple things he knows that works
Accessories: He does have both of his parents wedding rings on a necklace, but he keeps it at home after he almost lost it once.

Resume:
Education: Has an MA degree in Education.

Current Occupation: German/Music Teacher in local high school, and The Myths and Cultures class at the Kerr Galvin Academy
Salary: 122,000 a year both jobs combined
Previous Occupations: None
Intelligence Level: Is an A+ 4.0GPA student. While his booksmarts rank pretty high, he has googled things such as "How many calories does soap have" and other such weird things.

Socioeconomic Level as a child: Upper Middle Class
Socioeconomic Level as an adult: Middle Class

Powers and their Drawbacks:
Since he was altered hes has gained a few powers, and has become decent at using what he is aware he has access to. Some things he is unaware of.

• Sight (aware) - His sight has changed from total unending black, to objected being outlined in white. He has a bit of a lack of depth perception and can occasionally come off as clumsy, but can otherwise get around without the use of a seeing cane. His clumsiness is 100% most noticeable if he has consumed enough alcohol, lost enough blood, or otherwise in a lot of pain as his vision will slowly start to deform and go away.
• Healing Abilities (aware) - He has the ability to heal physical injuries and illness as the risk of his own health. The Severity of how sick he gets depends on the severity of what he has healed. He of course cannot cure things like vampirism or lycanism, but can with average human illnesses. He won't take on wounds but will get a physical illness of some sort. He also cannot heal himself. This has only ever been tested on other mortals or altered humans, may have mixed results with other species.
• Savior Mode/Angel Form (aware) - A mode in which Dreki would have to be badly wounded in order for it to activate on it's own, but he is able to activate it himself if he wanted. If badly injured, whether by his own hand or another, it will heal him back up. Cuts and wounds will heal up pretty quickly starting from the outside to stop bleeding and vital organs to keep him alive standpoint first, but a bruise will remain while it fully heals internally. In this form, he does gain wings that are white in color with glimmers of gold and silver depending on the light and angle you're looking at them. They are physically attached to his back, and touchable. They used to not be and would burn his back, but that changed with the last augmentation. He's also able to grab an ethereal sword upon command while in this form as a way to defend himself. He can have is disappear and appear at will provided his wings are out and as far as he is aware he reacts like a normal sword otherwise when against mortals or other altered humans. There are notes from the Facility that altered him saying that this may need to be tested on other species to confirm that this is fully the case. He is able to fly, and is much faster when flying than he is on foot.
• Physical strength and agility (aware) - Due to his last augmentation, he is faster and stronger than most mortals and younger vampires. Vampires who are roughly about 100 years or older will be stronger and faster than he is. The only time he might be faster is if he is flying, and then he'd likely only be as fast as around a vampire roughly 150 in age. Even when not in angel form he does have more muscles in his back than a normal mortal due to his wings, and these muscles do help affect his arm strength as well, but he does come off as athletically built rather than that of a body builder.
• Lifespan (unaware) - His alterer, Dr. Hofflan, suspects that Dreki may no longer have a mortal's lifespan and will likely live longer. However it is too soon to fully confirm that, and if that is the case, there is no telling for just how long it's been extended for. Dreki himself is unaware of this beyond comments that Hofflan has made on "You still look like you're not a day over 25" in the past, of which Dreki just chalks up to good genetics given how his actual age isn't that far off.

Lifestyle:
Hobbies:

• Instrument playing - He's able to play several instruments. List includes Piano, Guitar, Bass, Drums, Trumpet, Violin, and Cello.
• Languages - He loves learning how to speak other languages. He's Fluent in English, Spanish, German, Japanese, and French and is currently learning Arabic.
• Singing - Part of him playing so many instruments also sometimes he'll sing along as he plays. His singing voice is calming, soft, and velvety. (An example of the type of tone of voice I'm going for is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gnhzUomjHl4 )
  

Pastimes:

• Studying - He loves learning new things and will devote time to just studying.
• Playing in Bars - Sometimes as a break from life he'll get a gig at a local bar or something and play the piano and sing sweet nothings into the night just for tips. Usually this is enjoyed by most bar goers at the places he plays at.

Health: PTSD from several things in his life, Non-24 hour Sleep Wake Disorder from being blind, and sometimes forgets to eat.

Bad Habits / Vices: 
Biting his fingernails, he'll do this when deep in thought or stressed. Also when reading, whether it be in a book, or listening on his laptop, he'll just stare straight forward. Sometimes almost looks as if he is staring at someone or something, but really he isn't, he's just tuned everything out except what he is focusing on.

Observable Behavior:
Speech Patterns: Accent seems to have a hint of Canadian with how he says his "-out" sounds.
Words/Slang/Jargon: Uses the word Yo to say hi to those he is close to
Eye Contact: Sharp. Almost as if it is cutting through you or looking past you.
Gait: Long even strides, tends to walk quickly based on his height and leg length despite not usually being in a hurry.
Posture: Fairly perfect due to years of playing the Piano
Gestures, Quirks or Eccentricities: Left Handed
Mannerisms: When typing on a computer he has a habit of not even looking at the screen, or looking down at his book as he feels the braille inside.

Commonly Seen Holding: A book, his laptop, or sometimes an instrument.

Common Stance: Leans up against walls a lot if just standing around. Usually with a book in hand.


Likes & Dislikes
Favorites...
Food & Drinks: Tea, Rosemary and Olive Oil Bagels with plain cream cheese, cheesecake, lemon flavored sweets, grilled salmon
Music: Everything.
Movies & TV shows: The Fix, Last Week Tonight with John Oliver, Reservoir Dogs, The Man Who Fell To Earth, and The Big Lebowski
Books & Magazines: Anything that he can learn from really.

Pet Peeves: People abusing those who cannot fight back and being treated as if he is lesser than someone else
Major Hangups: Dealing with his past
Fears/Phobias: Finding another dead body or dealing with death.
Dislikes: Red Meat, energy drinks, things that are overly seasoned

Personality:
Philosophy of life: The more you know, the more useful you become.

Strongest positive personality trait: Determination
Strongest negative personality trait: Coldness

Character Strengths:

• Fiercely Loyal
• Can be a father like figure
• Fantastic Strategist
• Loves teaching and learning alike

Flaws:

• Can come off as timid or cold if he wants to be left alone
• Will react rashly
• Sometimes overly tired and not mentally sharp

Facts/Quirks:

• Always Early
• Can find the beauty in most things

Sense of humor: Sarcastic and dry
Temper: Cold and Quiet

Awareness of Supernaturals: He is aware of supernaturals existing and has only physically encountered Angels (Not dark or fallen), Vampires, Nymphs, Familiars, and Demons.
 
History and Relationships:
Relationship status: Single
Current family: None
Mother:  Dead, but felt it best that Dreki spread his arms and explore what life meant to him
Father: Also Dead, but felt it best that Dreki remain safe from the large open world outside
Birth Order: Only child
Maternal Grandparents: Dead before he was born
Paternal Grandparents: Dead before he was born
Other Relatives: Adoptive Father (Jonathan Hofflan) and adoptive sister (Emma Brandt), both dead.

Best Friend(s): None
Other Friends: Probably his coworkers, he's friendly with them all and jokes with them, but doesn't hang out with anyone outside of work
Other close relationships: His students. A lot of them see him as a secondary Father figure that they can go to if they cannot go to their actual parents about something.

Enemies: None

Romantic/Sexual Encounters: He's had a lot one night stands with people of multiple genders, but nothing deeper

Relationship Skills: He's good at appearing friendly on the surface if he needs to, but most of the time treasures his alone time.

Basic Rundown of History:
He was born blind, and as a child his parents had two very different ideas on how to raise him. His dad, who was also blind, wanted to shelter him and protect him from the world, his mom, who could see, wanted him to explore the world and not let him feel limited. They clashed about this, usually after they put him to bed. They didn't want him to hear their arguments, but he would from time to time. He tried not to clash with his dad too much because he knew his dad did what he did out of love, but he did not like being sheltered and did find it frustrating. His parents both still loved eachother and thus stayed together. At school his life was not great, he was bullied for using a walking cane and wearing sunglasses all the time. At first the teachers would do something about it but over time, they just kind of stopped. As a result he closed himself off from others and generally didn't talk much to others. While sometimes he'd try to take things into his own hands, being as physically weak as he was he never won a fight or anything. His dad refused to allow him to sign up for any martial art class. He explained to his mom in depth why he needed it, but she told him that this was one of the few things she couldn't do behind his dad's back as it would be too noticeable. He had just kind of given up on interacting with his peers at that point and went head first into his studies and thus became book smart over anything else. He also delve deeper into learning how to play music. Since he was young it was noticed he had developed quite an ear for music, so once he felt comfortable with one instrument he'd move onto another one and so on and so forth. It ended up being his escape from the perceived negative parts of his life.

While he was 16 he had lost both of his parents. His mom had died in a car crash, and not long after his dad committed suicide. He had found his father's body after coming home from school one day, and it scared the boy. The Foster system was having a hard time finding someone who could properly take Dreki into their home given how his blindness labeled him as special needs. Eventually this caught the interest of the facility that created altered humans and offered to flat out adopt him provided he agreed to allow them to experiment on him. When he asked what the point of the experiments would be, they promised to cure his blindness and make him stronger, and he had 100% jumped on that offer. He was tired of being made fun of and wanted to be able to stand up for himself and others at this point. When the Adoption went through, he was taken out of public school and became home schooled. They decided to alter him with Angel DNA, he mentioned he didn't want his eyes flat out replaced because he was tired of wearing sunglasses all the time as it was once told that his new eyes would be very sensitive to light, so they decided to take a more passive approach in regards to his eyes at least. After some time of them experimenting with his genes and Angel Genes, they came up with a mix they felt would help. While homeschooling, this is where he picked up his love for languages and being able to speak them. He heard so many while at his time in the facility that he wanted to start learning them and after it all he never stopped learning and just picked up another language when he felt confident in his skills the the other one he learned.

Once Dreki turned 18, he was placed under for the experiments to happen, they didn't go as planned however. He was still blind, but now he could in general sense where objects and people where, almost as if there was a thin white outline around everything. It hurt at first and took a while to get used to, but after a couple of years he could get around on his own without the use of a cane. New places still get to him a bit but he is better about it. Also he learned he could now heal others at the risk of his own health. Whether it be a physical injury or illness, he would get illness like symptoms, the severity depending on the severity of the wound he healed. They trained and tested him to see all what he could do, one day these tests went out of control, and stabbed through the stomach. The transformation of this Savior mode that was noted was kept secret from Dreki, all he remember is that he passed out and when he woke up he was fine. They explained to him that he simply just had a bad dream after passing out from touching a red hot sword handle and that he actually had the training day off. He didn't remember that but didn't verbally question it. Not long after that event they let him decide what he wanted to do with his life, figuring that it's best not to push him much further. He went to college and studied to become a teacher, and eventually got his MA's in Education. He got hired at the local highschool after being a substitute for a year, and due to his love for languages he also moonlighted as an ESL teacher on the weekends. As a teacher is he generally well liked by his students and really treats them with respect as he expects to be treated by them.

Permissions
Feeding: It's fine if he isn't actually being bitten/turned, but donates his blood in some way or form
Cursing: Discuss with me first
Wounding: Yes
Killing: No