@Sammy H.
Words.
Words.
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Yos! Hiya!
Hi.
I don’t know what genre or anything we can do.
I didn’t think this far ahead.
It's cool… I'm kinda experienced… What's your favorite genre?
Uhh something dragons-and-magic soup.
Urban/Modern dragons-and-magic soup or Classic/Medieval dragons-and-magic soup?
Urban/Modern.
Yes!!! Can I use my vampire Byron? I have to make a template!
Yea go ahead.
I’ve gotta find my character list I’ve thrown somewhere in Chris’s human containment unit.
Oh. I'll do a template!
Ok!
Name: Byron V'deila
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 155
Species: Vampire
Personality: Byron is tender, hilarious and sensitive deep down. Unfortunately he keeps his good heart under lock and key. Outwardly, he is cruel, cold and merciless, with little regard for the lives of others, and even less for his own life. He has no will to live, and a bad attitude, but he has his redeeming moments.
Appearance: Byron stands at 5'9" in stature, with a normal build. He is average-looking, if not, a bit handsome, with short, thick, spiky red hair, cold blue peepers, and a pinch of freckles on his nose.
Talents: He's got a knack for diplomacy, and is a decent brawler. Lots of knowledge from his 155 orbit parties on Earth.
Powers: Superhuman strength, stamina, agility, durability and regeneration. Hypnotism. Shapeshifting.
Flaws: Hates the fuck out of himself. Generally an asshole.
Weaknesses: Sunlight annoys him. Extremely susceptible to death by fire. If he is impaled AND decapitated, he'll be weak enough to finish off.
Other: Based on the Strigoi of Nosferatu of Slavic mythology. Doesn't have fangs.
Name: Raaji Vohra.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Straight.
Age: 28.
Species: Mortal. (Human)
Personality: ENTJ, True Neutral, carries his weight when he is “in the spotlight”, and a bit charismatic and is all over the place making sure everyone is happy.
Appearance: 7’7”, Dark skinned (Middle Eastern), handlebar mustache with a stubbly face mane, pointy nose, heavily built in chest and arms, brown short hair, and beach sand yellow peepers.
Talents: Improvising, trilingual, can play the trombone, and can wiggle his ears.
Powers: Strong resistance to magic and fire.
Flaws: Enjoys alcohol a little too much, is a bit arrogant, and short sighted. (He wears see-sharpeners.)
Weaknesses: Physical damage, like bullets, arrows, punches, and melee.
Other:
noice!
He’s ok.
So setting?
I um… I dunno… A cafe? A wisdom warehouse? A bar? What do you like?
I dunno I was kinda hoping you had something.
We'll do a bar… Your boi enjoys alcohol and mine goes there to lure in victims…
Oh joy.
Alright that works.
Shall I post a starter?
Yea go for it.
Byron fell flat on his face, heaving, in a squalid alley, that smelled like piss and spray-paint.
He lay there for a while, still dry-heaving.
"Damn him!" He said, punching the concrete beneath himself, causing it to buckle slightly. He was speaking of Samaeal, his ex.
Next time I'll mucduc him! He raged, inwardly, as his broken ribs mended. He'd given as much as he'd gotten in their earlier fight. He got up, loosely, coming out of the alley to find a bar. A smsll building with a big lot, that blended into the surrounding city. He limped to it, wiping the human syrup from his nose. He cast off his black windbreaker coat, thankfully only it was damaged.
Raaji is meanwhile drinking some whiskey from a shot glass. He was fiddling with his left hand while his right delivered the whiskey. He was looking around his surrounds for something to distract him. he takes note of the grime between the gaps in the bar itself and the rather dusty interior. He glances behind him to just see an almost empty bar. Naturally. Of course I am the only one in here. he sets the shot glass down and pulls out his flip phone, going through his contact list.
Byron barges into the bar, raw Satanic hatred seething from his being, as he walks up to the head counter, he takes a seat next to some guy, a large Middle Eastern man, moping about, his peepers, frigid as the Third Circle of heck.
Raaji takes notice of Byron barging on into the bar and sitting down next to him. He glances at his face and looks away. He felt that something was off with his character. Yea I am just drunk what am I thinking. He dumps the remaining bit of whiskey down his mouth and shakes his head. He glances at Byron again. “Gee buddy, through heck and back?” He asks very sarcastically.
(Sorry Sammy… I had things to take care of…)
(It’s fine. I understand. Real life is a thing…)
"Exactly." Byron answered seriously, with a scoff, picking up on the other man's sarcasm. He had just been in a fight with a native of heck, in fact.
Raaji leans back a bit and looks at him with a raised eyebrow. He then positions himself back up right. “Well ok then.” He goes back to clicking through his phone’s contact list. Not really paying any attention to Byron.
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