Ashton is either smooth and suave, or prickly and can cut you with a look. You never get both. Everyone knows he's a stripper, but normally the men he sleeps with never wake up by the next morning. He has naturally brown hair, but usually dyes it green. Is known to lay around the house in lingerie, to lazy to change into a hoodie, and jeans as is his normal apparel. He is actually pretty short for his job, but he delights in being light as it's just easier to pole dance, makes him naturally a bottom, and easier to be thrown around. He is, to be exact, 5'2. He has deep beautiful honey brown eyes, and can pretty much get any man he wants to sleep with him. No matter what. He only uses this power at his job though. When not in a lusty mood his eyes darken to almost black, to sort of switch off his powers. He also has a naturally more feminine and angular face and body shape. Sometimes he will be a woman if he wants the guy bad enough, but identifies as male. He enjoys playing base guitar and is actually going to college to become a dance instructor.
Alrighty, who else do we have left?
…I forgot to mention Cicada is smol, like 5' smol'
Two smol aggressive beans. Angry Bean club!
Alfie Markson, or at least that's the name he tells people, is a gorgon. He's rather quiet, stoic, and sly. His eyes a vivid green like emeralds in contrast with his dark skin. He's a saleman in the day time, and a…well, who knows, in the nighttime. Despite his secrecy, he's rather friendly and warm around his friends. almost taking on a fatherly, or more accurately, grandfatherly, role.
Ah yis a dad friend whose gonna keep us or get us into trouble
Darci Reilly, a soft spoken Selkie (most of the time, anyways.) She’s got this innocent, almost gentle personality to her, preferring to stay away from any conflict, which is why it’s always a surprise when she raises her voice or gets upset. She says she’s from Scotland, which isn’t that far from the truth. She’s about 5’5 in terms of height, with pale skin, and in terms of build she’s slim. She’s got long, dark brown-reddish hair. She’s very organized when it comes to her belongings; knowing where everything is. She is a bit protective over her items, though, not liking others to go through it without her permission.
I love them, is that everyone?
Alrighty, let me write up a starter!
The house was quiet, the only sound the swaying of the trees outside the house as the ocean breeze pushed and pulled at them. The lights in the main room were off, letting the natural light stream through the windows instead.
Damon was sitting in his room, music blaring from his large purple headphones as his paintbrush ran over the canvas in quick than long strokes. He was going to submit it to an art show to hopefully get some extra cash.
Ashton had the day off since he had classes to attend to later in the day,and was all curled up and asleep in bed,happy for the quiet morning, especially with the hang over he knew he would have last night when he woke up. He hugged a pillow close,lonely in bed but oh well.
Cicada was snoring away in her room the curtains drawn close, bedroom door closed, and her hair in a messy bun since she had gotten in so late the night before and hadn't spared a thought to take it down. She hadn't even had the energy to wrap up her knuckles after breaking the skin open at her job.
Alfie slowly rolled out of bed, feeling his muscles ache. It was one of those days where he knew he had to stretch his wings out, but pulling them out would be too much work. Instead, he clamored to the kitchen for some coffee.
Darci has already woken up; she wasn’t ‘up-up’, though. Just in one of those states where you lay with your eyes open, looking at the wall or ceiling and debating what do to. Apparently, she came to the conclusion that it was time to start getting up, so she did just that. She remained quiet, careful not to make too much noise.
Damon headed out of his room, headphones still on and music still faintly drifting. He waved to Alfie, smiling energetically. "You're up late, it's almost noon!" He exclaimed, way too cheerful compared to all the other members of the house.
The bright chest voice of Damon was what woke Cicada up. She groaned and slowly rolled out of bed. Her head still pounded a little from the hit she had taken the night before. She walked over to the mirror to see the mess that she was. Letting out a sigh, she stepped over to put her hair in the hijab so she could at least function and maybe clean herself up in the bathroom.
