forum What is Morality? (Closed) (O/O)

Started November 06, 2020 by Deleted user

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Name: Vozreal Rafter
Gender: Male
Power: Flight, Teleportation, and Persuasion.
Morals: Lawful Evil
Sexuality: Abrosexual
Ethnicity: Causican
Other: Is a demon.
Vozreal Rafter

Name: Malcolm Morloc
Gender: Male
Power: Shapeshifting, Porting, Levitation, Mind reading(when touching someone)
Morals: Always tell the truth.
Do not destroy property.
Have courage.
Keep your promises.
Do not cheat.
Treat others as you want to be treated.
Do not judge.
Be dependable.

Sexuality: Abro
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Other: Is fidgety and nervous around new people.

Should I start or do you wanna?

Malcolm is sitting in a cafe writing his latest screenplay, he orders another coffee and gets back to work. People come and go but Malcolm stays glued to his laptop, finally around closing time he gets up to use the bathroom before packing up for the day. On his way out the door, he grabs another coffee-to-go and walks down the sidewalk whistling to himself.

A inhumanly tall man, with broad shoulders was going to grab some coffee. He had high cheekbones and a strong jawline He smiled without joy. His dimples made his face almost boyish, made more so by his lack of facial hair. But his most striking feature was his eyes; a terrifying crimson that shone in the sun. The man's name was Vozreal. Vozreal's aura screamed that he wasn't human.

He bumped into Malcolm.
"Oh, sorry, mate!" Vozreal said, walking on by.

Malcolm spilling his coffee on himself lets out a stream of curse words that no parent would want their child to hear, he quickly pulls his laptop out of his bag to find it covered in coffee, "Fuck!" he screams as he heads back into the coffee house to grab some napkins to see if he could dry it off, he could care less about his suit. He sees the man that bumped him at the counter ordering, "Oi! You've ruined me work!" He says walking up to Vorzeal

"Your work was worthless and will be forgotten in a matter of hours." Vozreal retorted, throwing shade.
He then went back to ordering

Malcolm shoves him, "You cost me thousands of dollars you fool!"

Vozreal punches him in the face, hard.
"And you are a greedy, capitalist pig, you bastard."

"Y-Your right," Malcolm pulls is wallet out and hands a twenty to the cashier, "Get him whatever he wants," he walks into the bathrooms to stop his nose from pouring blood, by now his white tie is red
(He's wearing all black, black shoes, black slacks, black suit jacket, but white tie.) he comes back out to find Vozreal sitting at a table eating a bagel and drinking a coffee Malcolm's laptop bag is sitting on the table.

"Sorry about earlier, Malcolm. I don't like it when people piss me off. Tell me about your work." He said, drinking his coffee, telling Malcolm to come sit with him

"H-how do you know my name?" Malcolm sits edging his chair back some thinking of the conceal and carry on the small of his back. "Are you here for me?" he pulls his laptop out along with some tools and proceeds to dismantle it.

"Don't flatter yourself. I came to know about people I met."

Malcolm cleans the parts of the laptop with practiced ease, he puts it back together and boots it up after replacing the battery and harddrive, of which he had extra.

"Tell me about your work." He said, sipping his coffee

I'm in the film business, I write and produce movies," Malcolm says surprised that someone else would care about his work. He orders a coffee, "and you?"

"Oh, me? I make deals." He told a half-truth.

"Deals?" Malcolm looks up, "Sounds a little fishy to me."

"I guess… you could say that. It's not like how you humans make deals…" The way he said humans made it seem like he wasn't.

"And your not?" Malcolm knows that other beings walk the earth with man, but he has never met one, "What kind of deals though?" he asks intrigued.

"Deals… involving souls." He wasn't human. He was Vozreal Rafter, the second most powerful demon.

"Hmmmmm, I had a crazy aunt that once said she had the soul of a demon in a jar on her shelf that gave her information," Malcolm strokes his goatee, "come to think of it when she died I have the jar at my place now."

"She's lying. You can't harvest, or collect, a demon's soul."