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Started January 05, 2019 by @_sleeby_rat_

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thanks

aight, so I've got two characters that are both from like a futuristic world. one's a shy cop and the other is a flirty rich drag racer (ish), and I'd kind of prefer using the rich guy

Go for it
Again, just to clarify, by drag racer you mean, like, with the cars, not a drag queen
Either way, go for it

yes, with cars lmao. and okay, I'll post my template real quick

Same here, sorry, deciding between two characters rn

Name: Sebastian Montoya
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pan
Species: Regular ol' human
Looks: Dark tan skin, soft fluffy black hair that's about shoulder length, dark brown eyes, a knife scar across his left ribs and two bullet scars in his right thigh, a bit on the taller side, lean and muscular but not like super buff (his muscle is more…soft?), slightly angular and attractive facial features (he's hot and he knows it)
Outfit: Generally more nice/expensive clothing, generally opting for a tailored black suit with very faint gold accents in the overcoat, usually goes for "aesthetic" casual clothes if he has to (usually aims for a "sexy but not trying" look), always has some kind of gold jewelry on (usually a few simple gold rings and a thin gold chain)
Personality: Smug, sarcastic, incredibly flirty, uses his attractiveness to his advantage shamelessly, confident, incredibly intimidating when he wants to be, not afraid to get blood on his hands
Other: Comes from a rich Hispanic crime family (so he's got a thicker accent), and it gives him access to everything from custom cars to high-end weapons. He usually has more attention focused towards his own spontaneous enjoyment, usually including street racing, gambling, and clubbing. He still does the family's dirty work when needed, but prefers not to since it often gets in the way of his fun

Name: Lionel Garris
Gender: Male
Sexuality: bi
Age: 22
Species: Half werewolf
Personality: Surprisingly motherly and sensitive through a gruff veneer, generally fed up with life’s shit, works equally well alone and with a group, but, being a sort of ‘pack animal’ thrives through teamwork. Disorganized, rumpled, knows the importance of planning and not running blindly into situations but is also great at making stuff up on the go, prefers to lie only when necessary or to cover up his past, a steadfast friend, the last person to betray and will go down with the ship, incredibly loyal, will not let himself be manipulated and doesn’t take anyone’s bull. Will either forgive very easily or hold a grudge forever, there’s no in between.
Looks: Lean, tall (6’2”), long-legged, muscled arms and legs but slim body shape, big hands. More hair then usual covering his body; extra on his arms, legs, chest, and face, but since it’s technically fur it only grows to a short length and stops, so he doesn’t have a full-out beard, plus the hair on his face is much thinner and gets shaved. Most of the hair on his face is where a normal male’s would be, but there’s less definition to where the stubble starts. He shaves, and cuts from the razor can frequently be seen on his cheeks as a side effect of his shaky hands. Thick, very messy hair on the top of his head, kept relatively short, kind of messily cut, and like the rest of the hair on his body it’s a medium warm grey, though there are more brown tones and less streaks of a more silvery colour (think subtle salt and pepper fur). A bit of an underbite (think andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) Garfield from Amazing Spider-Man), storm grey eyes that harbour a slight sadness steeled over by determination, chapped lips that are less pink than the average human’s, incredibly sharp canines (both upper and lower) that are a couple centimetres long and give his mouth the appearance of being full, almost as if he has braces. Scars marring pretty much his we body, with a notable one running the length of his back and another cutting diagonally over the left part of his mouth (starting in the direction of his ear).
In wolf form he’s a grey wolf covered in shaggy, thick fur and the occasional silver hair, bigger than a normal wolf, and clearly stronger, though somewhat slim. Scars can be seen through fur. The main visual differences between him and regular wolves other than size are his human-like eyes and the fact that he can stand on his back legs, not entirely a wolf, but somewhat resembling a man when he stands.
Outfit: Various shades of cool and warm grey, plus brown, usually battered or threadbare. A tattered grey-brown sweater with a grey shirt underneath (occasionally with the buttons in the wrong holes and the collar askew), simple grey trousers or jeans.
Other: Grew up as part of a large financially challenged family, barely scraped together enough money to finish high school. His grades were never particularly high or low, more of a B student, but his social standing was definitely tiny in comparison.

(How is he? What do I need to change?)

ahhh, he looks great. a werewolf actually goes really well since in Sebastian's universe supernatural creatures are common and regarded as "superhumans"

Glad that works, is there anything you need me to alter?

nope, he's good. how do you wanna start? in some kind of bar, maybe, or something?

Bar sounds good, around 11ish at night? Too early/late?

nah, that sounds accurate lol. you wanna start, or should I?

Could you? Sorry

(yeet)

It was late at night, around eleven or so. Sebastian had only just walked into the bar, grinning as he took in the neon pink lights that would have been obnoxious to anyone else. It was in an older part of the city, so it wasn't necessarily selling top of the line alcohol, but it was supposedly good according to one of his friends in his father's gang. So he made himself at home, slipping into the last stool at the end of the bar, flashing the bartender a grin before ordering a glass of tequila

Lionel’s eyes shifted sideways when a man entered the bar, seating himself on a stool just a few feet away. He shook his head to himself, turning away and raising his glass to his lips for an experimental sip. It was admittedly good, sending a pleasurable burning sensation down his throat, and exactly what he needed to forget for the night.

Sebastian took the drink from the bartender, winking at them before taking a short swig. He cast a glance around the bar, looking for people to talk to, potentially to flirt with. He was in a celebratory mood after winning a somewhat high-stakes race, and would happily take someone home from the bar. Problem was, it was nearly empty, save for a few gross-looking deadbeats in a booth and some girl who looked like she had deliberate surgery to look like a Barbie doll. However, the other man sitting on the stools caught his eye, and a grin spread across his face

Oh, no. Lionel didn’t miss the grin that spread over the stranger’s face when his eyes landed on him, nor did he particularly like it— no matter how attractive the man was himself. He stared straight ahead, swallowing another sip of beer. Not today.

Confident as ever, Sebastian got up, sliding a few seats over to the stranger. He was a little ruffled, probably not the most wealthy fellow in the world either. Which made things easy for him, considering he could always bribe a kiss with a few hundreds and a lap dance. "Well, well. You're looking good over there, if I do say so myself," he purred, swirling his tequila as he spoke

Lionel glued his eyes to the bartender, grip tightening on the glass he was holding. “Good to know,” he replied simply, careful to keep his tone neutral and bland. You came here to forget, not to flirt with some rich playboy, he berated himself sternly— it was evident from the man’s attire that his pockets were not empty, nor deprived of cash.

"What's wrong, baby? Had a bad day?" Sebastian cooed, feigning sympathy. "You know, I've got the perfect cure for a little grumpiness. How's a trip to wonderland sound?" he hummed, winking at the stranger

Lionel barely, barely, refrained from flashing his pointed canines at the guy, instead electing to give him a skeptical glance. “How about you leave me alone instead, hm?” He took a deep drink from his glass, suddenly grateful for his high tolerance to alcohol.

"Aw, come on. Just to sweeten the deal a little, I'll pay for whatever you buy tonight. Hell, I'll do it just because I feel like it," Sebastian said, flashing him a grin before turning and telling the bartender that the stranger's drinks were on him tonight

Lionel blinked in surprise. "Oh. Uh, thanks, I guess." He forced himself to look away; the stranger's chiselled features had begun to engrain themselves in his mind. "But– no deal." He set his glass down, spreading his fingers. "I don't even know your name, and you don't know mine."

"Is that your only issue?" Sebastian laughed. "My name is Sebastian. There. Not much else in the way but your name, my good man," he hummed, grinning as he took another sip of his drink

Stifling a groan, Lionel averted his eyes for a moment. "I'm Lionel. But still no deal. You could be planning to mug me, for all I know." This guy really was persistent.. he wasn't sure whether to be frustrated, or flash a grin.