(On’nyosh: Unfazed by the grab. Twenty years old. I’ll be twenty one in… two seasons)
(Me: No lie there. He’s a true mortal)
(On’nyosh: Rolls his eyes. Everyone seems to believe I’m a liar. I’m actually brutally honest. That’s why I’m such a jackass. Laughs)
(Me: You… seem to be telling the truth. I am surprised by this. I thought that only immortals could be that much of a jackass, but nope! I've met the one mortal that seems to be the exception to this rule.)
(On’nyosh: Rolls his eyes again. You see? You see? No one believes me until they realize I’m not lying. Amateurs, pure fucking amateurs!)
(Me: Now you’re being rude)
(On’nyosh: When am I not?)
(Me: … Good point)
(Me: That might make him scarier though… carrying that much jackassery in a mortal body? Truly terrifying)
(Me: I'll have you know that I have much more experience than you, thank you very much!)
(Gtey: Finally out of the prison, immediately starts choking on laughter What did I just manage to walk in on?)
(Me: Yes, that is true. Also, don't worry about it Grey.)
(On’nyosh: In a goofy, mocking voice. Yes, truly terrifying. In his normal voice. I don’t give a shit if you’re mortal, immortal, a god, not a god, I will talk shit however fucking much I want. And I could give a shit how much experience anyone else has)
(Me: Well… there he goes)
(Tiamat: Gets out, holding onto Grey by the ankle and looks at them when they begin to laugh I will truly never understand the inner workings of emotion. I definitely prefer it that way though.)
(Me: Shrugs You're definitely missing out. It has it's upsides.)
(Me: You think you're so high and mighty, you little pale piece of lizard shit? Well I've got news for you: you're just an overgrown fucking snake that managed to eveolve arms and legs, but not a proper godsdamned brain, because you were too fucking stupid to learn how to.)
(Grey: Kicks off Tiamat, stares at Bailey while they go on their mini-rant)
(On’nyosh: Raises a disdainful eyebrow, chuckling. Amateur. A pure amateur. And how experienced did you say you were? What, considerably more than me? Mocking laughter)
(Me: Heavy sigh. He’s been a little irritable lately, can you tell?)
(Me: Tiamat, you can't keep pissing off Grey, you're going to end up being destroyed before the fight has even begun.)
(Tiamat: I don't know how. Because I have no grasp on emotion, I cannot perceive what will or will not cause emotions to arise in individuals. I can only perceive the emotion when it is in action.)
(Me: Aren't you supposed to be omniscient or something?? And you don't know what pisses someone off? That's a little sad dude.)
(Me: Yes, I can tell. But I'm not exactly in the mood for any antics.)
(Grey: Picks up On'nyosh And away we go. You should not be here any longer. And as for you, Tiamat: don't get yourself killed before I get the chance to kill you.)
(Me: Questions existance Why? Why is this a thing?)
(I might need to get off for a little bit here soon. Don't worry if I'm not back on again for the rest of the night, that just means my experiment worked. And don't ask what it is. I'm not even sure myself.)
(Me: looks up Aye yo? Is On'nyosh gonna be okay?)
(Tiamat: He'll be fine. Grey doesn't have the… 'guts' as you humans say)
(Me: looking at Tiamat now And now you've insulted them again… you're a real moron, y'know that?)
(On’nyosh: Sighs. We can land anytime now)
(Me: Smirks. He’ll be fine. Though, hopefully that mischievous streak returns. He hasn’t been right for a little bit)
(Grey: Chuckles No, we cannot. Now be quiet, fool.)
(Me: Yeah, he will be. And don't mind me temorarily being up.)
( @Mere_Hufflepuff are you rejoining this one?)
(On’nyosh: Damn. And I don’t shut up for shit)
(Me: Wee, the silence of the weekend, sigh)
(Grey: Chuckles, gags On'nyosh Well, you do now.)
(Me: Yep… sorry. I know I'm usually up at night, but… yeah. Anyways…)
(On’nyosh: Seems a bit flustered, then simply goes with it. He then seems to get a mischievous look, one mocking Grey)
(Me: It’s not yet dawn where I’m at, and I’m about to go to bed, so yeah)
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(im rejoining with Geneviera!)
Name: Geneviera
Aliases/Nicknames, if any: The Windbreaker
Race: Wind Fairy
Age: 22
Gender: female
Description: Geneviera makes it obvious she's present by wearing bright mix match colors in her outfits and by painting the tip of her nose red and dying her eyelashes a mix of red, yellow and blue. Her hair is a dark as coal and set in thick curls, she constantly keeps it in pigtails or space buns, her outfits usually make her presence obvious. She has hot chocolate colored skin and dark almond shaped eyes, sometimes appearing to be black when angry or upset and golden when she is happy or excited. She in short; 5'3 to be exact and her body sticks out in curves. Her hips and thighs are the most noticeably of her body, as well as her chest, usually resulting in her getting hit on by people who don't know who she is.
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(literally just like clowncore outfits pretty much and makeup too I guess—)
Personality: Geneviere loves to reek havoc on anyone she feels in vulnerable such as poor merchants, stressed tavern owners and what not. Her main thing is her malicious cackle that can be heard clearly when she causes trouble. She is loyal to her master seeing as they are the only person willing to deal with her and give her a place to stay.
Backstory: Geneviera came from a mixed race family, not only was her father black, but he was also a fairy which caused double trouble for her all throughout her childhood. She was teased, bullied and even beaten a couple of times, she grew a devoted hatred for fairies and their existence and the fact that they aspired to have children. She also grew a deep, devoted hatred for most purebred humans, as they had made her entire life miserable to the point where she didnt want to exist anymore.
Notable Powers/Skills: creating small whirlwinds by using her hands and whisking then in tunnel shape repeatedly, she can create air waves by beating her wings in sync, where it will send giant gusts of wind in the direction her wings are facing. If she gets angry enough she can create tornadoes with her screams.
Other: Geneviera has bipolar disorder, so her mood swings from being content and possibly manic or a depressive state, most of which usually don't last too long, resulting in her life constantly flip flopping between wanting to destroy everything ever made on the earth and wanting to pick flowers out of flower fields so she can bring them home and show them to her master.
(Yay!)
(I didn't edit her any further because I plan on some of her background coming out during the RP)
(Cool. And that’s fine)
(I did add a face claim, but like add all the dyed eyelashes and what not)