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Don't worry about it, have a nice time!
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Track! Hey I hope this thread is still open and alive enough, it seems very interesting and I'd love to join.
Also hey MildayRadium, didn't see you there!
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(WHELP I HOPE YOU LIKE NOVELS)
Sukab gave a little bit of a nod in response. He was hoping that Caimus was alright, and whatever had happened last night and afterwords didn't rattle him to much, and instead his brain was just catching up on some sleep that he had probably lost. However, by her next question he gave a little bit of a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with a slight shrug. "Yeah sleeping could've gone better last night for sure. But, I sleep a lot of the nights I try so I'm not too worried about it." It wasn't a lie, Sukab hadn't had a night filled with so much outside stress he couldn't fall asleep to it, so all he could do was hope it wasn't going to be a reoccurring problem. But, much like Zenzi was feeling, Sukab could tell at least some of the tension was gone from everybody, at least enough to ignore each other and not fight. Not to mention Aki was seeming extra distracted today from the rest of the group.
"I would love to go on a walk. It could give us a pretty good chance to explore the area anyways. Which will be helpful if we want to stay." Nearly getting his sentence cut off from a loud cry from Theo, Sukab found him slightly recoiling in worry, looking over at the nurse and the sudden hustle of Raphael followed by Aki go up the stairs. He listened for a few moments, hearing the slight shuffle of people and the sobs fade into practically nothing. With a wince he glanced back over at Zenzi, hoping she would at least slightly know what to make of it.
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Without even a response to Ahiah, the mage turned heel and headed causally upstairs. His pace wasn't especially fast or slow, legs moving as if he was simply taking a walk. As soon as he got close enough to the door he used his arm to gently open it, just a crack at first, only to observe the scene and make sure the child's eyes where closed. And luckily, per the instructions of what Faye had told him, despite the tears, Theo was squeezing his eyes so tight it looked painful. There hardly seemed to be an acknowledgement to the cat, and now not saying a word to give himself away, Aki took his spot kneeling on the bed reaching out to catch the small fist that was wiping away tears. Despite the current tension, the dark mage looked and acted perfectly calm. His motions where not rushed and he was humming very softly in his throat, as if he was simply doing some random, menial task that required such things. Like gardening.
Using his other hand, and seemingly careful not to prick the soft skin of the child with his longer nails that where perched on an almost amusingly feminine set of hands, he gently dragged a palm down Theo's arm. By now he was simply resting his hands atop different parts of the child, mostly focused on the palms, and head. At one point Theo's eyes began to try and open to see what was happening but Aki was quick to cover the prying eyes with a hand until the lids shut again before he went back to work.
Minutes had passed, but Theo's muscles seemed to have visibly relaxed underneath Aki's fingers, the tears slowing as the red eyed man finally rested his two hands on the other's aching stomach and then gently brushed away hair from Theo's sweating forehead to place his thumbs on the middle of the skull. For a moment, Aki stood rigid himself, a trickle of blood starting from his nostril before he used a sleeve to quickly remove it and refocus. Bringing two fingers to his mouth licked the tips and drew a small circle in the air before pressing it against the head of his half brother once more, muttering something very quietly under his breath. There was a small, almost acidic smell that passed through the air for no more then a second paired with a slight glow by his fingers. It was only after this that Theo had suddenly gone very limp, and Aki kept his fingers pressed on the other's forehead, tilting his eye to finally land on Faye. "I know you cannot respond to me cat creature, but I am sure you are to understand. Theo will be sore, but if he starts to have aches in his teeth or his nose or ears begin to bleed and especially if he starts to the wonderful process of throwing up please get me. Because if he does we'll have to cut open some lovely veins to remove some more energy. And I super duper promise I didn't kill him, he'll wake back up in a few minutes." Aki for a split second after saying this watched Raphael from the corner of his eye and began to stand, removing his fingers from the child who quickly breathed out again as the dark mage slipped outside of the room, shutting the door behind him. Brushing his hands off on his clothing, he glanced back over. "We can go now if you so wish feathered human." He purred, though his voice sounded tight, a slight tilt and unsteadiness in the males legs with suddenly unsure steps as we he walked back down the stairs.
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By nearly Aki's words alone, Theo seemed to stir not long after the older male had walked out, there was a small sniffle at first. A recovery from the crying, before the boy sat up once more. Everything felt foggy for a few moments, his brain struggling to regain footing, his torso and fingers felt almost tight and sore, but the once near terrifying aching was missing. "What happened?" His voice was groggy and nearly unattached from himself, despite the fact that he was seeming pretty wide awake. His confusion was making him nearly scared, and he couldn't help finding himself for wanting to see Raphael for some sort of comfort, but the reminder of last night made him instead sink down next to Faye, burring himself into the large cat's fur and curling around her much like she had done to him earlier. He glanced at the door for a moment before shifting again, trying to see if the pain would come back, the clearly only coherent thing he could remember.
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Wincing at the next wail from Theo upstairs, Jasper forced himself to try and refocus with narrowed eyes. It wasn't very much longer that it had gone quiet upstairs, the air finally settling slightly as he breathed out. At her touch, however his muscles suddenly rippled tensely, his mind so out of focus for a moment the light skim slightly startled him, though his recovery was quick and he smiled with slight laughter at her joke. However, it quickly turned again as she questioned what he saw and rubbing the back of his head he breathed out shakily. "Don't worry about asking, it's understandable. I can't tell you everything, there are some things better not known. Not to anyone." Shaking his head, and trying not to fumble over his speech, knowing his words where the least bit comforting he reached for his back pocket pulling out a small slip of paper that had been folded to fit. it was clearly one of his journal pages, though it had been smoothed out from likely a pretty obvious likely angry crumpling that had happened to it. Putting it out on the counter he took a step back, he knew she wouldn't see, it Faye wasn't even here, but it felt like he had to see it again to observe everything about it, to make sure it was real.
"My predictions come in the form of me drawing. Like I was guessing, it happened last night..." His words where choppy and a little whispery. "Last night. The second picture I drew was of my brother. Which means he's not only likely to be alive somewhere. But in the next three months we have a chance to see him. Whether that means we see him at a passing gas station or he has a bigger part upcoming, I pray to god it's the former. But I know it's not going to be." His voice broke slightly, his face twisting into an angry grimace with grit teeth. Using his hands he had to force himself not to tear the paper to pieces right then and there, or crumple it again but this time beyond recognition. Like that would help at all.
"However, oatmeal sounds great. Though Theo might complain." If she wanted to talk about it again or question it, he wouldn't stop her, but he felt as if she had a right to know at least some of it. Especially because of all she learned last night. He tried to add a little laugh at the end of his sentence but it faltered quickly, and refolded the paper. He would review with Raphael later.
(And damn, I need me one of those XD I haven't used a fancy in a billion years)
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That's sad. Well, if you want to pick it up as a more one on one thing unless people want to kick it off again then I'm down. But if you also come out with anymore threads I'd love to check them out so let me know! You're clearly a pretty creative person.
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Perfect! I would love to start as soon as possible as well because I'm super excited. Would you like my character forms on the new thread or here?
Also, Ender I'll check out your thread, I'm getting back into public Roleplays so I'm always looking for new, unique ones. Just shoot me a message!
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It's also up to doolda but for me, the more the merrier!
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Track! Can I reserve a character in the prince's group?
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|| If You Must Work ||
Name:
Melandrach Vulwin
Nickname:
Mah
Age:
450 years
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Rank:
One of the Prince's group members
Rank wanted:
N/A
Personality:
Most people, when they meet Mah, can often be quiet confused as to how he acts. After all, he can be quiet the confusing person. When first met, he seems open, and interested enough. He is rather silent, yet kind, though if you look close in his pale green eyes, you can see the suspicion rattling in his pupil. Though, if you work hard to cross a strange bridge of his strange over acting of niceness, Mah will slowly start to put down is defenses, and relax, you can actually see him become shaped into his actually personality, that of a calm, loyal and understanding man. He appears to be rather introverted, exhausted by long conversations and while he has a large web and connections of multiple people, he only has a very small circle of actually close friends, and shuts down if he is overwhelmed by to many voices. He handles one person at a time best, and those that are able to befriend him through his walls of confusing analytics and at times moment of silence, or even rambles of overly thought out ideas. He has an undying loyalty towards them.
His humor is dry and sarcastic, if he makes any jokes at all, and seems to be a pretty constant state of happiness, or what seems to be, a very calm, strange mix of realistic and optimistic personality. With this comes his rather intense invulnerability to insults, or attacks personally. He can take anything that's a personal insult on himself, and will not likely react with a burn. However, an attack on one of his friends, or especially Leon, heaven forbid, mentally or physically, any sense of joy will instantly be sapped of him. And without much of a thought, he tends to jump straight to either retorting, or throwing himself in the middle of the conflict, ready to take any blows or retort anything said.
However, the part that many remember about Mah the most is his rather steadfast religion as well. He is very deep into what he believes in, and if you ask him about it, he will very openly tell, but only if questioned. In his beliefs, this also involves keeping one hand free of anything except praying. With this, he wears a very long sleeve on his right arm, that covers his gloved hand, which holds the symbol of his god and makes it harder to use by accident, and to keep it from impurities. This, however leaves with him only one hand, his left. Fortunately, due to his ambidexterity allows him to also skillfully use his left hand in the ways of fighting, or even use the slight medical skills that he can do. Though simple, can be rather helpful. However, don't doubt his ability to use his weapons only one handed, and is very skilled in the way he has learned to fight with his long sword and other tools very effectively.
But, he is still a human like being, and therefor, has emotions similar to that. That is where Mah finds his main weakness. That in how much he adores the prince he follows. Having fallen head over heels with the man not long after he had met him. This leaves him extremely vulnerable to whatever Leon says, does, or anything that could happen to him. He follows him with an undying loyalty and that tends to come at a cost time to time. Purely for the fact that he would likely tear out his own heart if it pleased the other man.
However no matter who or what it comes down to, he is very stubborn, what he doesn't want to believe in, he wont. The mule itself is jealous of his obdurate actions. He shakes his head in a no by orders when he dislikes them. He snaps when someone tries to remove the glue from his beliefs. And he bites when someone tries to change his course of action that he believes in. But, when it comes to someone he loves, he stays silent, angry, yet relaxed.
Strengths:
Loyal
Understanding
Well off at Fighting
Very Thick Skinned to Insults
Never Really Gets Angry
Confident in Beliefs
Very Protective
Weaknesses:
Stubborn as All Hell
Jealous Tendencies
Rambles
Extremely Introverted
Does Basically Whatever Leon Wants
When he Gets Angry, it Can be Pretty Dark and Scary
Turn Ons:
Confidence
Wisdom/Intelligence
Good Smelling
Long Hair (Basically so he can Braid it)
Tall
Dominance
Understanding
Intensity
Stubborn (He enjoys someone he can butt heads with sometimes)
Turn Offs:
Cowardice
Quick to Anger
Unclean
Shorter
Overly Feminine (He's one to talk)
Reckless
Annoying
Loud
History:
Melandrach didn't grow up in the kingdom he ended up in. Mah in fact was raised in a small village to the east of the Palace of Hâl Celebren. There, he lived with his family and where he grew his religious beliefs in the tiny town near a separate kingdom. The elves there where thick in what they followed, and because of this they tended to cut out non believers rather strictly. They tended not to trade, or would cut them off from resources. So it wasn't long before they where invaded by the people they had wronged, and because of their nearly pacifist views, and lack of people for defense, they where pushed out quickly, and rather violently. There, some giving up what they believed in, and some where so scared they went into hiding, and the community quickly dispersed. The separation took an especially hard toll on Mah and his sister, who's single parent had been killed during the attack. There, they kept traveling together, finding their religion the only thing of memory, and the thing that kept them strong.
However, a split soon happened when Mah and his sibling came across Hâl Celebren, in which while he was determined for interaction, and the ability to be part of a group again, his sister lacked the same response or reasoning. So, she left when he went desperately, practically half starved and at wits end, he was realived to be with a community once more.
Top memory:
When he first met Leon
Worst memory:
The Invasion
Crush:
Leon Azlan
Love interests:
N/A
Spouse:
N/A
Family:
N/A
Kids:
N/A
Other:
In the stars we shine like jewels
Also please let me know if you want me to fix anything for him, including
his weird half obsession with the prince, I wanted an interesting character
thing for him to play with.
Plot ideas:
||Work to Leave Some Part of You on This Earth||
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That sounds good to me!
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I finished my first character! I will make a second one when I actually get more muse. Please let me know if you would like anything adjusted.
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Aw thank you! I look forward to starting, it seems very interesting, I'm always a fan for unique ideas.
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It's perfectly fine, I totally get it and take your time :). I'll get a head start on my characters to post on the new thread.
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Name:
Valentine Grace Doe
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Romantic Orientation:
Aromantic
Description of appearance/Face-claim:
Personality:
I think for him it's more fun to learn about him over time. I hope that's okay with you!
Anything else you can think of:
He's a kinda intense character and does some funky stuff. If he does anything too weird please let me know so I can tone him down a little bit.
Name:
Iyana Rachelle Shepherd
Age:
25
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Romantic Orientation:
Homo-romantic
Description of appearance/Face-claim:
Personality:
-Stubborn
-Short Temper
-Strict
-To the Point
-Motherly in Some Weird Way
-Strong Headed
-Can be Surprisingly Empathetic if She Likes You
Anything else you can think of:
Can't wait to start!
~Iyana Shepherd~
Iyana could hardly remember the last time she actually enjoyed smelling morning air. When it was fresh, and didn't carry the overpowering smell of rot and death. It was always worse at the start of the day anyways, morning winds blowing across the desolate city, stirring up dust at her feet and then into her eyes if it reached to high. For now, it had seemed to calm, in which allowed her to finally focus, the smell of shifting in the area. As soon as the noise worked it's way to her ears she quickly ducked down, grasping onto the lower arm of the young man trailing next to her. Scooting down to a broken down wall, cover that was just high enough to shield the crouching duo, Iyana couldn't help but hold her breath. It took only a half second for her to glance around the corner, to see the shape of another standing human being. Cursing lightly under her breath, the woman held a stern finger up to her lips in the direction of Valentine, readying her hand at the gun at her side and making sure he had done the same.
She felt very stupid at this point of time, they had hardly left and where already in what she'd like to say was quiet a predicament. There was a very unlikely chance that because of where they had hid themselves they would be able to scoot away without getting noticed. They where more likely to get shot if they suddenly ran, so with a soft breath in, Iyana tilted her body back enough to raise her voice towards the person who was shifting through the rubble of the super market. She just prayed to god this wasn't a new species of demon that she was unaware of that walked in human form. "Excuse me, ma'am." She took a brief pause, letting her tighten it's grip on her weapon. Though, she was careful to not raise her voice to high. "Please don't shoot, we aren't trying to rob you." Putting on her best calm tone, she brushed her shorter hair from her face, tilting her head back again. "I'm going to stand up with my hands up, I have another person with me so please don't be alarmed." Putting a true effort into not to sound threatening, knowing a panicked person, that or an angry one was most likely to shoot, Iayana muttered what sounded like a few curses, or a prayer under her breath, begging to whoever was watching over them she wouldn't die like this. To the hands of another person trying to survive. Shifting to a kneel and placing her hands up, she slowly stood up, turning to face the stranger, hoping her voice also didn't catch onto any unwanted attention.
(I hope everything is alright! Please let me know if you would like me to change anything)
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Track! Can I reserve the God of Hunting and the God of Chaos? (I may change who I try and reserve but I'll definitely let you know!)
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(I don't mind at all, and my writing will start to shrink, I always start super long because I usually get really excited. That and I haven't written anything in a while so my muse is through the roof)
~Iyana Shepherd~
Iyana visibly relaxed as the other lowered the weapon, offering a kind smile and stepping out from behind the corner, but not before giving a slight signal to Valentine. Currently, the younger male was certainly a strange sight, unlike Iyana's own tattered, well worn clothing, he was nearly shrouded in layers of thick, clean cloth, a light vial of white over his face that nearly matched his near white skin. The only thing clearly visible was pale, soft lips that grinned in a full toothed strangeness towards the new person. Not speaking until she was next to her, the freckled female glanced back at the other woman, giving a grin at her offer. "No it's quiet alright, thank you. Until we're pretty parched we'll try to save all the water we can." Voice soft, and hazel eyes drifting across to see if there was anything worth picking up, once she gave up she glanced back up, tilting her head to the side. "My names Iyana, and the man next to me is Valentine." At his name, he gave a slight bow of his head, though his pink dusted eyes had never left the face of Lucy, seemingly scanning every inch of her that he could find, his large smile fading into that of a simple simper.
While Iyana dipped down to a kneel to dust through a pile of rock, Valentine gave a small half step back behind him. When he was at an appropriate distance, his left hand drifted to a pocket, and dipping in very smoothly, as if trying not to make anyone aware, he kept it there for a moment before suddenly throwing his hand out and practically chucking what appeared to be a dollar coin at Lucy. At this Iyana gave a gasp and shot back up pushing herself in between them. "Are you serious?!" She gawked, glaring at Valentine for more then a few moments and turning back around to face Lucy. "I'm so sorry. I was hoping he wouldn't do that, but if it makes you feel any better he did the same to me." Her beg turned to a forced laugh, though she was clearly tense, nearly transparently afraid this new person would lash out or run because she just had metal chucked at her.
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~Iyana Shepherd and Valentine Doe~
A relived expression crossed her face, though she shot another angry glance at Valentine, but said nothing more on the topic until Lucy started talking. "It's wonderful to meet you. It's been a while since I've seen anyone wandering around out here." Stepping back to her place she forced her tense muscles to slacken as Lucy approached, and reached out the corresponding hand and shook it, backing up rather hesitantly as Valentine slowly took her place.
The smile that had been on the man's face had since faltered since he saw the coin fall to the ground. Now he seemed to look at her with some kind of perhaps disappointment, though when she approached his smile returned, though his lips where pursed in a slightly cynical way. His right arm laid limp by his side, so when she held out her hand, and after shaking it with Iyana, he tilted his head to the side. When it was his turn his grin grew again, peeling back to show some teeth before he used his left hand to grab the back of her right, flipped it and whispered something underneath his breath, drawing a small circle on her palm before pulling away. Iyana shot him another angry glance, and an apologetic one towards Lucy, before taking a deep breath and giving a slight shake of her head.
"Which direction are you headed right now? You can come with us if you'd like. Usually I wouldn't invite random people but at the same time I'm just thankful to see someone else again." Iyana sighed "at least someone who isn't crazy" at this thought she glanced at Valentine but turned heel to face fully to Lucy. "Either way, because of my yelling I'm sure we have a huge stampede of demons probably coming after us, so we should probably start moving. We have a pretty large amount of supplies with us if you want to come with."
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Name-
Zanir
Gender-
Male
Approximate Age-
However Long Ago Mankind Started Hunting
God or Goddess of-
Hunting
Species-
Lion Centaur
Appearance Description-
Zanir isn't too out of the ordinary compared to the other gods. He stands, torso included at a around a six five foot eleven, near six foot. The lion part of his body is slightly larger then the average big cat of that species by a few inches in height, and a little more in muscle throughout, though he still tends to appear pretty lithe overall. The fur of his overall pelt matches that of his hair, which is thick, and extremely soft with a mostly white color that is very slightly tan. His tail differs slightly from that of a lions, and doesn't have the tuft at the end, and is pretty long for balance and show. His torso, leading up from this has slightly tanned, near pale skin with not a huge amount of muscle definition. His face is actually fairly delicate for a male, with soft, rounded lips and a more dainty nose. However, his eyes hold more masculinity, and are rounded and slightly deep set. His eye lashes, however are rather long and white in color that matches his hair, eyebrows and fur. His eye color remains an almost rose gold, pinkish red, which strongly stands out against his skin and hair color. His hair is often well groomed and soft, following around the same logic his fur does. However, also with this stands the two lion ears of the same color, who follow the same expressive tendencies his tail has.
Abilities-
His smelling, hearing and speed are very enhanced
He has excellent aim with his bow and arrow, or usually any other ranged weapon
He can adjust how animals populate, and how that will affect the upcoming hunting season
Will sometimes bless a human he sees promise in with an ability to track, aim, or have good luck hunting well overall
Personality Traits-
~Calm
~Cool headed, it takes a lot to get him angry
~Very gentle with other creatures, despite the fact that he hunts animals
~Is a very heavy believer in survival of the fittest, and the circle of life/the need for death to make way for new life
~Usually quiet, thoughtful
~Pretty introverted
~Is very open about the people he doesn't like, and if you annoy him he'll let you know
~Very honest, hardly lies if he can help it, he can be pretty brutal because of this though
~Actually loves to braid/style other's hair, so he makes friends with a lot of long haired gods/goddesses
~Very empathetic and protective when he grows fond of someone
~A good listening ear
~Can take any insult you throw at him
~Ungodly stubborn
~His humor is very dry and sarcastic, and it takes a lot to amuse him
~Only follows people he likes to follow
~He'll talk for a little bit, but he truly enjoys his alone time as well
Likes-
~The quiet
~Walks~The outdoors, especially the woods
~Satisfaction of a good hunt
~The rain
~Thunder
~Nighttime~Willow trees
~Relaxation
~He secretly thinks baby animals are super cute
Dislikes-
~Loud noises
~Overly talkative people
~Fires
~Over hunting
~Hunting for sport and not for food
~Lack of survival instincts
~People who force him to do things
Quirks-
~His tail is very expressive, while he may not show anything on his face, you can usually tell how he feels about things because of this
~He bites his nails when he gets nervous, that or plays with his fur
Romantic Orientation-
Homo-romantic
Sexuality Orientation-
Homosexual
Romantic Interest-
Ironically, he has Found Himself Attracted too Brooke
Turn Ons
~Smaller then him
~Happy, to balance him out
~Understanding
~Light hair
~Long hair
~Good smelling
~Knows when to back off
~Quiet
~Calm
~Gentle
~Stubborn (He likes to butt heads sometimes)
~Honesty
~Loyalty
~When someone plays with his hair or fur
Turn Offs
~Loud
~Too talkative/obnoxious
~Unhygienic
~Smells bad
~Rude
~Can't give people alone time
~Overly flirty
~Clueless
~Liars
~Scratching
~Taller or more dominate then him
Other
Golden Apples

Name-
Khaos (Ironic)
Gender-
Male
Approximate Age-
Who even knows
God or Goddess of-
Chaos
Species-
Not really sure
Appearance Description-
For a god, Khaos can look quiet similar to a human, only with a few small tweaks. Khaos stands at a decently striking six foot two, in which his legs take up a decent amount of that height being taken up by such. However, the strangest part of this, and everywhere else is his slight androgyny. This is partly held in his body, and then mostly in his legs. Moving up from this, he is slightly toned in muscular structure, but this all vanishes closer to the face, which is also fairly feminine. His eyes are the strongest part of this, with a slightly narrowed shaped that is paired off with long, thick black eyelashes that are vastly different then his pale skin and faint, golden colored and pupil-less eyes. His eyebrows are the same color as eyelashes and hair, and are very neatly trimmed without a hair out of place. Following down, Khaos's nose is straight, and thin with a slight point to the end before leading towards his lips. His lips are slightly paled and pink, with a soft fullness with a thicker bottom lip then top. His hair, however, is clearly the big part of the show, with long, and very thick, silky black waves of slightly gold tinted hair that falls down to his thighs. Whether from pride or laziness, his hair has never, and likely will never be put up, or styled, though it lacks any knots or tangles.
Abilities-
Has been known to purposefully try and screw up signs that other gods send to humans with whatever way he can
Can inflict slight physical changes on himself to disguise himself as more human or androgynous (For 'work' purposes)
Can put an air of allure around him, only for a small amount of time to help persuade people of what he wants
Can give strange, messed up signs and ideas to humans to cause anarchy, or groups opposing government in general
Random, stupid small kinda party trick like things for no reason
Personality Traits-
~Acts falsely dumb half the time
~Creepily smart (Or likes to think he is) and highly values his or others intelligence
~Is very careful about what he reveals about himself
~Makes a lot of uncomfortable jokes, and references that sometimes don't make sense
~Flirts with anyone that basically breaths, gods and humans alike, regardless of sexuality or gender (If you are uncomfortable with this if he hits on your character please let me know)
~Acts very... Delicate? Dainty?
~Always asks if people want to play strip mahjon with him
~Constantly tries to read into people and then scare them because of this
~If he has any information on someone he will use it if convenient to himself or to make the other upset
~Very calm and fakely sweet
~Enjoys making people (who he thinks deserve it) cry, get angry or uncomfortable by only a conversation
~If someone can get a rise out of him, like making him especially, sad, angry or upset he will highly respect them over anyone else
~Never ever listens, especially to authority or a higher power
~Enjoys disguising himself as human and messing with political, or higher up figures, usually by means of seduction so he can cause scandals or convince them to do something dumb, just for chaos or try and overthrow power
~Hates following rules or others
~Does everything in a weirdly seductive way
~Touchy
~Enjoys annoying or bothering people he doesn't like
~If he can take advantage of someone, he most likely will
~Puts in the effort to do something different everyday
Likes-
~Making people angry, annoyed, or overall upset
~Random things
~His pet rock, Stan
~Flirting
~Being in charge
~Scaring people
~Causing a rise, confusion and anarchy
~Especially anarchy
~Making his own rules
~Night time
~Breaking rules
~Dominance
~Weird things
~Saying and doing weird things
~Being confusing as hell
~Flowers, especially yellow ones
~Animals, especially snakes, birds, dogs or cats
~Mud
~Art
~When people hit on him back, that or when he annoys people with his flirting
~Yelling, screaming or screeching
~When people try to insult him
~Bursting into important meetings or gatherings singing or yelling, anything to cause a ruckus
Dislikes-
~Authority in general, whether it deals with him or not
~Rules
~Strictness
~Nagging
~Bossiness
~Cows
~Swimming
~Salt
~Someone he hates having a good idea (he'll probably try and steal it)
~Rule followers
~People with short legs
Quirks-
Never seen with his hair tied up, or styled
Ambidextrous
Sometimes he'll just be randomly wearing makeup
Romantic Orientation-
Panromantic
Sexuality Orientation-
Pansexual
Romantic Interest-
N/A
Turn Ons
(Turn ons and offs will be specifically for 'dating' purposes, because he'll hit on or do anything with practically anyone so if we did that list it would go on forever)
~Loud
~Anarchist
~Rule Breaker
~Happy
~Talkative
~Will let him rant
~Unusual hair or eye colors
~Wings, or if they wear feathers
~Weird traits
~Good sense of humor
~Not to nosy
~Soft skin
~Biting
~Whispering
~Eyelashes
~Delicate in body, strong in mind
~Tattoos, piercings, birth marks or any other body marks or alterations
~Smells like flowers
Turn Offs
~Short legs
~Big, gruff, or bearded
~Can't laugh at anything
~Rule followers
~Figures of authority
~Boring
~To cookie cutter
~To quiet
~Bends backwards to quickly
~Goes down without a fight
~Short nails
Other
Golden Apples. Also, please let me know if anything needs to be changed! Khaos is pretty funky so let me know if he is to much so. Can't wait!


