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Comfygazing OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 766  |
Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 21:54 (22 Hours ago) |
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In comparison to this ragged laugh of an outfit, he looked like a god. Odd, he briefly noted if only noting the coarse texture that ever so briefly wrapped around his legs during the split second exchange. Masquerades were a point of pride for vampires, no one would be caught undead in anything less than their 5th most extravagant outfit and to even receive an invitation meant that one had no less than 78 potential choices for ball wear. Perhaps an exaggeration, but the opulence of it all was certainly not for anyone other than the most celebrated of vampiric figures. Still, he was only a servant. He had no standing to judge anyone else on their state of dress, not when his own were borrowed riches from a Master who hated losing face above all. "Apologies, esteemed guest." he demurred appropriately, bowing to The Mystery [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 21:33 (22 Hours ago) |
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Ibaraki Gender: (ﾉ≧ڡ≦) Age: 10 Birthday: February 3rd Powers: Infernal Hellfire Within Ibaraki's blood dwells a hellish power. Perhaps the most striking thing about the condition is the increased amount of oxygen that can be carried through Ibaraki's veins. With this trait, Ibaraki's muscles are much stronger than average paired with a monsterous amount of stamina though the downside of such physical prowess comes at the cost of increased oxygen intake to simply function. Another perk of this power is the ability to shapeshift. This manifests primarily as the horn like growths atop Ibaraki's head but feats such as changing appearances, genders, and species are doable but require much more energy the greater the change. As the name suggests, because of the immense power that this skill has it is quite painful to live with as the enhanced blood quite literally feels like being burned alive. With great power comes great responsibility and this is natures way of reminding Ibaraki. Theoretically, if you removed all of Ibaraki's blood then the power would be removed as well but Ibaraki would be dead anyways so Strengths & Weakness: Personality: As expected of someone Ibaraki's age, theres still a lot of childish youthful innocence still stored in such a tiny body. Ibaraki doesn't question many things, simply accepting that things are that the way they are and lives life as freely as possible. Ibaraki often hangs out with the older children of the institute, always accompanying them for quality de-stressing and plain old companionship, finding joy in making others crack a smile. But innocence is not ignorance and there's a frightening amount of perception that lays within these wide gullible eyes. Advice and astute observations made under the guise of a child's bluntness always bubbles forth at the most unexpected of times, often guiding others through personal matters with tact and compassion. One has to wonder if Ibaraki is only playing a role to help lighten the mood and is hiding a more warped personality somewhere under that kind facade Personality Type: [Optional.] ESFP - The Entertainer | 7w8 - The Opportunist | Prismari Collage (Blue/Red) Description: Small, round, cute. Those are the first three words anyone would come up with when looking at the adorable round form of Ibaraki. With wide amber eyes framed with black sclera always brimming with wonder and curiosity, its hard to deny Ibaraki anything whenever those innocent eyes are trained on someone. Puffy cloud-like hair frames a round pudgy face, the pale skin marred with peeling flesh around the upper cheeks almost blending in with the snowy hair, red horns lie bleeding and broken on a pure head. Often times, Ibaraki is seen holding a round puffball plush, the only possession that the small child will not part with. []Height: 130cm/4'3 []Weight: 20kg/44lbs []Skin Tone: Pale []Hair Style: Untamed and unstyled []Hair Colour: White []Eye Colour: Red []Clothes: Thin hand me downs, usually bloodstained []Accessories: His skin is always peeling, exposing muscle. That also means he's a walking bio-hazard []Other: Puffball plush named Ibaball History: Its a classic story. There was once two people who adored each other. One, a girl ridiculed for her pale skin and demon eyes, the other a boy who never wanted a quiet life. They fell in love and ran away to the ends of the earth, love the only companion they needed. Gallivanting across the lands in search of adventure and romance, they tangled themselves in their own happily ever after. But love doesn't save lives and when their child finally took a breath, it stole the rest from the mother. At first the child was loved, the only reminder of a time treasured and precious. But as the child grew up, the same white hair and pale pink eyes stared back at the Father and lost in his grief, could no longer escape from the spectres that haunted him. And so, the child forgot. Forgot the final breaths that were gifted, the embrace that was freely given, the love that had long since dried up. Sexuality: n/A Voice Claim: Shunichi Toki Palpad? Lemme INNNNNNNN [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 05:50 (1 Day ago) |
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It really didn't explain why his Master had sent him as his representative, if the goal was to keep identities a secret and feast with the eyes but he never claimed to understand his Master's machinations. A servant never needed to anyways. They only needed to do. Closing his eyes, to replace the swirling whorls of carved wood with the empty nothingness of his mind, a single eye rapidly blinked the dust away, dilating against the sudden influx of bedazzling lights. Much better. The floor felt cold under his bare feet and the gentle chime of a hundred bells chimed with each step he took. Smoothly sliding around the tittering nobles and drunken rambling with the experience of a servant all too used to navigating the noble rabble. His hands itched to pluck the empty wine glasses from idle hands, the temptation almost irresistible as he made his way from where he had loitered in the shadows out towards the spotlight where he would never belong in But good gods were they starving. Sacrifices would need to be made to keep stomachs satiated [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 25/11/2024 11:00 (2 Days ago) |
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He had been in parties before, of course. His Master did used to throw many a time ago, when he still had a name for others to call him by. He still remembers them, the high class chatter that spilled from red drunk lips, opulence draped over the tables as the finest of Wallachia's delicacies laid sprawled over the expensive silk, draped in finery that reflected tempting decadence. It had tempered into strategic gatherings of only his Master's closest confidants over the years though extravagant displays of ludicrous wealth would always be thrown every so often to satisfy his vampiric pride, not ostentatious enough to be gaudy but grand enough to remind anyone who the bloodlines progenitated from. But this was his first time properly attending one. As a guest. It had been so tempting to stand with the other servants that lined the walls, sidestepping tottering niceties and refilling waning glasses. Digging hi nails into his forearms clasped neatly behind his back, he physically had to restrain himself from going against his very nature. That was what he was created for. Servitude. Why he was chosen to represent his Master's house was still a mystery. He wasn't the type to normally be chosen, that honour went to those who were of noble, but disposable, blood. Weaklings who allied themselves with his master after attempting to rip the heart that kept them alive, vermin unfit to even stand in the same territory as his master. Well spoken and educated in the survival of the Masquerade but if anything were to occur, it would only be one coin lost among the deluge of wealth. In comparison, he was a forgotten story that persecuted it's existence. No one would remember his mortal life, not anymore than they remembered his unlife either. He was simply good at his job. And that job, quite evidently, was not as a socialite. Still, as he stood in the shadows and keenly aware of how his simple dress paled in comparison to even the table decorations, he simply listened. The familiar heavy weight of a mask that sat on his face and the darkness it brought with it was the only comfort he could take in, the roughly hewn wood the consistent marker of his place in the world as the string dug its brand into his neck. The meagre comfort he could take in such an unfamiliar place grounded his wandering thoughts into something more solid, more concrete. Because even if his robs felt almost too luxurious for him, unused to the soft silks and extravagant embroidery, he still had his unseeing mask. One that only smiled. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 18/11/2024 12:01 (9 Days ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 15/11/2024 04:36 (12 Days ago) |
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Rolling his eyes at everyone's dramatics, Metsk shoved a hand down a random pocket, hands immediately closing around what he was looking for. Perks of dressing like a religious heart attack even if over half of the country didn't believe in such things, small towns liked to disagree with popular notions. Feeling around the other pockets, he was only mildly disappointed to report that he only had one on hand, but whatever. It was serviceable and thats all that really counted in a survival situation. "Well," He grinned, brandishing his utility knife almost proudly as he slipped the metal from its handmade leather cover. "Not as sharp as your wit, but still plenty usable, I hope?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 13/11/2024 02:39 (14 Days ago) |
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"Its really nice to meet you, Ymaa." He greeted, pulling on his years and years of visiting the pediatrics ward to keep face. She seemed so sweet, someone who shouldn't be among the gathered as she stood out so much. Speaking of standing out, purple hair wasn't exactly the most common occurrence. Catching Yang Mi's eyes, Metsk tilted his head in an invitation for her to introduce herself [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 10/11/2024 22:19 (16 Days ago) |
 "... As Domnitor Desires, this Iciolan shall Fulfill" Name: n/A Title: Iciolan Lăcrămioara Age: ~750 Gender/Sexuality: Male | He/It | Gay Personality: ISFJ - The Defender | 2w3 - The Helper | sp/so | Boros Legion (Red/White) Its hard to distinguish a personality from it, its silence and thick face making it virtually impossible for any outsider to glean any semblance of a personality from it. Gifted to barely have a presence at the best of times, it is hard for others to even recognize that there is someone in the room with them but even if they do, its difficult for others to even register a servant as a threat. During social functions, the servant acts as anyone in its station does, humble and only speaking when necessary. Its hard working nature has cemented it as an invaluable member of the serving staff, always completing tasks with maximum efficiency with the highest quality of service. it is also known to take care of the other staff, helping around with various tasks once it has completed its own chores, its hyper-competency helping keep only the most trusted of staff on board. As expected of a vampire it is quick and efficient in battle, relishing in the bloodshed it brings. it will never wait for someone to attack first, always ready to rip into someones throat at the first scent of danger that raises its wicked head. it has a bad habit of playing with its food and playing the merciful hunter who will let them escape if they beg prettily enough, a little too self assured in its strength. it is one who will never play fair in a fight, using its deceptively weak appearance to get opponents to underestimate it and use its pets as ambush. it still has manners though, always introducing itself to its foes politely and bowing to their desecrated corpses. With its Master, it becomes clear why it has managed to stay for so long. A quick tongue and an even quicker wit gives it a way with words that can go toe to toe with a fearsome Master who it supposedly serves. it isn't afraid to challenge its Master and question the decisions made but at the end of the day always faithfully follows through with any orders given to it like a loyal dog. it knows how to read people quite well and is a master of reading subtle cues in someone's body language, and well, no one really watches what they're talking about in front of a servant do they. Appearance: Befitting of its station, it looks quite handsome, enough that it is pleasing to look at but easily forgettable. Still quite youthful looking, it could pass off as a human in their late twenties with slightly too sharp smiles and ever listening pointed ears. Hair the colour of dried blood is interspersed with growing white, perhaps too much for one still in their vampiric prime, but rather than detract from its appearances it gives it a mature youthfulness especially when paired with pale blue eyes that seem to know all there is in the universe as its pale complexion helps blend into the drab backgrounds of the lavish gentry. Ivory skin wash out any colour on it, making the red bridge piercing stand out all the more. All this, though, is shrouded in public by a full faced mask with an eerie smile permanently carved into the unpainted, plain, and simple wood aside from the Lilly of the Valley flowers wreathing it. It is its main defining trait to the public, the Lăcrămioara who brings happiness to its lord wherever it walks. As the representative of its Master's house at the masquerade, alongside its distinctive mask, it wears a traditional Munteina dress made of lavish silk and subtly embroidered with its titlesake flowers in a thread colour just a few shades darker than the silk dress. More eyecatching are the red peonies sown alongside the seams of the cloth, matching the red cord wrapped around its neck like a collar, a bright reminder against pale skin who its true owner is. its skirt is decorated with a Pricolici fur overskirt, held up with a beaded belt of bells shaped like Lilly of the Valley Flowers, similar bells wreathing its bare ankles. A singular heavy black earring sits on its left ear, shrouded by the translucent scarf draped over its head and wrapped like a dream around its shoulders, the crystals decorated into the material forming the familiar petals of a certain bell like flower. Magic: Familiar Summoning: Certain beasts that are killed by its hand can take on corporeal form. its most loyal and easiest to summon is an ushi-oni with the head of a bovine skull and the body of a cat about the size of a full grown moose with a poisonous breath and a protective streak a mile wide. it has a small army of Strigoi and Moroi under its command making up the majority of its summons but even a complete list of its summons is unattainable even to the owner. By far the one it has the hardest time controlling, and in comparison its strongest summon is a seven eyed Căpcăun and Pricolici hybrid. Stories: Among the Țigan who have taken to calling Wallachia home, there is a forgotten story that has been left untold for years, originally passed down as a tale of hope. It goes a little like this: Once, there was a Minstrel who was one of their own, with a voice as smooth as honey and dance as resplendent as the heavens themselves. The Minstrel would dance along with their jovial tunes, the bells on sun kissed wrists ringing happiness and luck wherever the winds carried it and along with the joy that was brought with it, so did coveting eyes follow. One such was a dreaded Vetala who stalked the deserts, bewitched by the larksong of the Minstrel and in the dead of night stole the song from the body, leaving it free for the Vetala to inhabit, singing its hunting songs with alluring grace. But the spirit is strong and the Minstrel, though untethered and weak, unfailingly protected those whose blood was shared, leading them to the lands of the Moira and Strigoi where the persistent Vetala was finally dispersed under the grace of the Domnitor who Rules the Night, taking the Minstrel under his service as payment. But even as shackles were placed on our wrists, and weapons pressed against our hearts, those sweet bells will still tole for those who ask for the Minstrel. Reputation: Known as the noble slave, the Țigani has served one of the oldest and most powerful of the Romanian vampire gentry faithfully ever since its siring under mysterious circumstances. Known only by its Title "The Valley Lilly Servant", very little is actually known about it. Only that it serves its master, and only its master, with utmost loyalty. Song: Rule #34 - Forget Yourself - Fish in a Birdcage Other: It has no name. Its only defining feature are the Lilly of the Valleys on it and so that is what it's called Palpad: Ye! [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 07/11/2024 01:22 (20 Days ago) |
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"Tere, I'm Metsk Hwei. English isn't my strong suit but I'll try." He started himself, voice pitched bright and welcoming and a charming smile on his lips. "I work with meat so I'm pretty good around knives and animals, especially with other mongrels. Last thing I remember... going to bed with armastan? It was quite a normal day so I don't think I can be of any help on that front." He flashed an apologetic smile, the shine of silver peeking out from between crooked gaps in imperfect teeth. In this situation where he neither gained nor lost anything from either lying or being truthful, Metsk reckoned that telling a lie or two wouldn't be helpful in the long run. Trust, that was where it was at. And the easiest way to gain that, was by being open. So for now, Metsk would not lie. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 05/11/2024 00:04 (22 Days ago) |
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Just as he was about to light the paper up, already bending his head down to grip the cigarette with his teeth, Metsk finally looked up and froze when he noticed a kid no older than 12 maybe hiding under a hat. Aw man, now he really couldn't even indulge in his vices without looking like some kind of washed up loser of an adult. Well, to be fair he kind of was but that was beside the point. There were appearances to keep up, especially around kids Glumly letting the cigarette fallback down into the box, Metsk reached back to slide out the pins in his hair. Keeping his hands busy by pinning the errant mess back up into something more presentable and less like he had just rolled out of bed. Grains of sand fell out in waves as he shook his hair out, Metsk slid the pins back in place with a barely muffled yawn, nearly dropping them when one of the others began to talk. He really had to stop himself from laughing the moment the goth started talking, her sass quite infectious and he couldn't help but add on. "Well, whoever did it is an new one at best," He drawled, putting on a smile he knew had charmed others before and would continue to do so. Pretty privilege and all. "I mean, really. Letting your kidnap victims meet and talk with each other? Beginner's mistake." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 03/11/2024 04:42 (24 Days ago) |
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Preferred account(s) for offsite credit?: Tumblr, Toyhouse Will Draw: Humans, Furry/Anthros, Armor/Mechs, Won't Draw: Any Animals How many times would you like to enter?: 1 OCs: Bora | Lethia | Hyde Special Notes/No-Gos: If you draw Bora: Feel free to draw any Bora design but please remember to include the relevant mobility aid found in the misc. section! If you draw Lethia: Please keep it's eyes as big and blank as possible. The lights are on but no one's home vibes. If you draw Hyde: Thats a handkerchief in his pocket lol Example of Work: WIP | Completed WIP | Completed WIP | Completed Pokemon Art: (x) | (x) My Tumblr has 90% of my uploaded art Other: While I can draw some pokemon, more specifically the anthro adjacent pokemon, I can't draw more animal based ones [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 02/11/2024 23:44 (24 Days ago) |
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He knew he was good with a knife and knew his way around animals of all kinds, he could charm anyone with the right words, but other than than, he was just. normal. If you were to take away his tattoos, Metsk was sure he would blend in with the rest of the populous, his halfbreed traits his only defining marker. After all, his golden rule was to keep his head down and do good work. But even normal people could receive happiness When sleep crusted eyes flickered open and lucid thoughts began to return, Metsk mourned the loss of warmth that he had grown so accustomed to pressed against his back. It wasn't uncommon for his fiance to wake up earlier than him, the odd hours at the hospital pulling their already horrid sleep schedules into tatters, so at first nothing really felt amiss. He simply yawned and rolled over, surprised that the ground beside him was warm, his lethargic body eagerly melting into the heat. His fiance must have woken up not too long ago then, though he did pout at the thought of not receiving his morning kiss yet. Nuzzling into the grainy sand, Metsk sighed and felt his sluggish mind begin to embrace the siren call of sleep again though the rough texture of the ground nagged at him. Märjamaa is a land locked parish, why was he sleeping on sand? Jerking upright, Metsk whipped his head around to find himself sitting in the middle of a sunscreen commercial, complete with swaying palm trees and burbling ocean. He had never been to a beach before, his family hadn't been the most well off and even now his fiance was much too busy to take a trip to the ocean. But enough television had given him the idealized image of a beach that seemed to match the picture perfect illusion, and Metsk was left reeling at the sun that seemed be beam right into his brain. "Aw man," Metsk sighed, already patting himself down to find a pack of cigarettes. "Not again." [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 10/10/2024 03:07 (1 Month ago) |
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Turning to look at the road at Beige's exclamation, Blithe watched as the scenery that previously was simply trees and shrubbery give way to the stone of civilization. It never got old, the slow transition from grinding dirt and rocks under wheel to the rhythmic bounce of cobblestone. It usually signalled the start of children who would eagerly scramble to make sure that their props were ready to be used and costume pieces were tied on tightly, the flurry of activity before their impromptu shows always chaotic no matter how many times Blithe warned them to be prepared. It was nice, for a chance, to simply sit and enjoy the ride without the knowledge that someone would be demanding faer attention for something or another [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 05/10/2024 07:08 (1 Month ago) |
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Character(s) to draw: (Design Sheet) (Colour Ref) Style choice: icon/headshot Background color/Transparent: Up to you! Additional information (ex. pose, emotion): Just a big ol wide eyed bug stare straight at the viewer, the more unsettling the better tbh Payment: Nuggets + Tip Other: I think im kinda in love with your art style? its so bouncy and squishy 10/10 would nom [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 03/10/2024 06:57 (1 Month ago) |
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Metsk Hwei Gender: Male [He/It] Age: 37 Birthday: April 4th Personality: Metsk has a calm, humble, and affable demeanour, often wearing a welcoming smile and extending politeness to anyone who crosses his path. Possessing an almost godly amount of patience and goodwill, Metsk is the sort of person that others would unwittingly spill their hearts to even if they had only met a few minutes earlier, always happy to lend an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on. Metsk's uncanny ability to tease out the most intimate of secrets would be scary if not for his unconditional acceptance of people's natures. He is the type to see the good in any situation and remain positive despite any misfortune that may befall him or those that he knows, always claiming that things happen for a reason. Despite all this, Metsk is deeply skeptical of the existence of a higher power and instead insists that humans are just fascinating like that, making sense of the nonsensical and turning it into something. Personality Type: INFJ - The Advocate | 8w9 - The Bear | Witherbloom College (Black/Green) | Aries Description: [A middle aged man of mixed Chinese and Estonian descent, Metsk sports messy black hair and a pale complexion, all making his pale green eyes pop in comparison. Despite his clear Asian heritage, Metsk is quite tall, putting on much more muscle than what his waifish build may suggest. He has a few tattoos, the most prominent of which is the collection of ball jointed tattoos, most of which are for people in his life. His heavy air of exhaustion only seems heavier with the fact that he's trying to quit smoking to varying levels of success. Often he's seen wearing leather accessories and clothes, most which he will brag is handmade, but is never seen without his father's hairpins or his mother's ring collection]  []Height: 179cm []Weight: 71kg []Skin Tone: Pale []Hair Style: Half up manbun []Hair Colour: Black []Eye Colour: Green []Clothes: Has a preference for genuine leather clothes, otherwise its an eclectic mess of whatever he picks up first []Accessories: Heirloom hair pins, silver keepsake rings, various jewellery, a simple jade ring on his right ring finger []Other: Smokes but is trying to quit Always looks some flavour of sleepy History: Born into a mixed family, Metsk never really fit in either of his parent's worlds, too white for his father's family and too Asian for his mother's. They didn't live in the safest parts of town but it didn't matter to Metsk, always buried in his mother's various textbooks and entertaining himself away from the prying eyes of his peers. He liked studying anatomy with his Ema and occasionally Baba would chime in about animal anatomy fun facts that he had picked up from his time taking care of them back in his hometown. Sometimes, they would make a whole field trip of it, walking the long winding road to the local whole animal butcher to just watch and learn. He would later officially apprentice under that same butcher, and business boomed as Metsk would always attract a horde of aunties who pinched his cheeks and scolded him for not eating enough. Not much is known about the Hwei family from this point onward, just that they existed. Some time during his life Metsk's parents both passed away and he met his now fiance. He still works for various wholesale butcheries, tanneries, and all manner of work in the field Sexuality: Asexual, has a fiance Voice Claim: Jon Gracey (Gerard Keay) [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 01/10/2024 20:06 (1 Month ago) |
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Better for these strangers to see him as a lazy handytiefling rather than a potential party member. While fae wasn't staunchly opposed to adventuring, per say, faer priorities lay elsewhere and if Blithe were to tell any of faer troupmates of such an encounter, fae would most certainly be chased out to pursue the call of the Gods or some other nonsensical excuse that they conjured up. Just thinking of such a scenario made Blithe want to keep faer mouth shut. The faintest wisps of smoke curled out from faer lips when Blithe exhaled, letting the tension seep out with the fading tendrils. The next time faer troupe master proposed that fae head out first, Blithe would lock faerself in faer tent. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 16/09/2024 03:09 (2 Months ago) |
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isn't this... familiar-General Information- Character Name: Vivek Biswas Aliases: Nurse Vivi Character's Age: 37 Character's Gender: Male - He/It -Appearance- Faceclaim: Miyaji Oldia - Akuma Hitsuji to Kuro Neko A well built man with white hair, blue eyes and brown skin. His bangs are braided and a old wound runs across the left side of his face. Its hard to approach Vivek who stands at 190cm (6'2), the air of reticence he gives off and generally deadpan expression scaring off many. It doesn't help that his left eye has sensory exotropia from an old injury, scaring off most people who would try and approach him. His warm brown skin contrasted with premature grayed out hair with only traces of the original black only seems to alien him further, the striking blue of his eyes almost piercing; only underscored by heavy bags. Despite that, Vivek doesn't quite pay attention to his looks, only pulling up his hair into a sloppy regulation updo in his workplace, otherwise leaving his hair tangled, hiding none of the cracks of old scars that have healed poorly. -Personality Traits- General Personality: Apathetic | Aloof | Blunt | Habitual Liar | Inconsiderate | Nihilistic | Self Interests First | Stubborn Analytical | Decisive | Devoted | Diligent | Efficient | Good with Words | Objective | Reliable Detailed Personality: INTJ - Architect | 4w5 - Free Spirit Taciturn and inexpressive, Vivek is quite hard to read at first glace on account of not showing much expressiveness. However, he is quite blunt and openly speaks his mind, often short and to the point without much care for other's feelings. In fact, most of his actions is all done for the sake of self interest, slogging through each day just to collect a paycheck. He doesn't care if his co-workers dislike him, he is fast and efficient at his job and takes pride in delivering quality service despite being overworked. In times of crisis he is always one of the first to act, always keeping his calm even when a life is on the line, always able to make clear headed decisions. This gives him the perception of being cold and callus, with all emotion removed from his decision making. Despite all this talk, Vivek continues to work day after day, filling out meaningless charts and making calls that over time blur together. Each day is only tiring and mundane, nothing in his workplace ever startling him anymore. Everything becomes easy when you do it long enough -Additional Information- Add'l: Works as a long term pediatric care nurse at the local hospital He's unable to see too well out of his left eye Will be updated as I keep turning him around in my head like a 3d model in a microwave [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 09/09/2024 20:32 (2 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 07/09/2024 04:24 (2 Months ago) |
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But really, it was just as fae thought. The blond human seemed familiar, not of face but of deed. Blithe couldn't quite place a finger on it but it didn't matter all that much if none of faer well honed instincts were ringing any alarms. It was just going to be another thing that would endlessly bug Blithe until fae forgot about it all over again in a few days. Just like this carriage of quirky travellers shoved shoulder to shoulder by chance Clapping faer hands together to draw the attention of everyone, Blithe stretched out a warm smile, tilting faer head in suggestion. "Well there be some parts that don't be too spun 'bout higher planes, best not ta dig too deep 'nto stranger's hearts, nay? We all be entitled to a mystery or ten." Fae smoothed out, attempting to pave over any unease that lingered within the cart. Perhaps being placated by a wide fanged smile wasn't quite the most reassuring thing to see but the rhythmic flow of Blithe's words at least got others to hear faer out. "Chester, sir, if ye be willin and trust'n of a stranger to do so, prithe' we take a look on th' waggon once we make detestation? We be familiar w' repain' carts, 'tis be a quick one no frettn'. Payn' dues if ye be more inclined." [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 05/09/2024 03:05 (2 Months ago) |
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But all that in the end was completely blown out of the water as Beige pierced through the heart of the matter. Why exactly was Liza here if she knew so little about the biggest event of the year? Everything hinged on this one season, where gratitude however deserving would be given and merriment would be had. Even those who held the gods in contempt planned their year around such a time, much to Blithes chagrin, but the importance of the Festival could not be downplayed at all. For if one were to live on these lands, it was almost impossible to escape the festivities. Sharp eyes observed the other residents of the carriage as such a question was posed. In particular, fae kept an eye on the blond human who had previously began day drinking out in the open. Fae couldn't quite put a finger on it, but there was something familiar about him though the millions of stories fae had come across during faer travels tended to blend together at times [Read more] |
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