Posts by Asphyxiat3d

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: auto; margin-left: auto; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt]As much as I loved my brother, I could write a book longer than War and Peace about all my brother's quirks and habits that irritated me to no end. For instance, the fact that I needed to be at school early to make up a test I hadn't finished and my brother was too busy flirting with the girl next door to get in the car and drive me. Thus I sat there, arms folded, glaring at him through the windshield of the car. I had counted approximately five minutes, and though the amount of time was not something to be too concerned about, it was no less vexing because he knew I was sitting in the car waiting for him. With an irritated sigh, I learned over and pressed my hand firmly against the steering wheel, smirking lightly in satisfaction when my brother jumped slightly at the blaring of the horn. He threw me an intuitive sideways glance that exposed his dissatisfaction with me, but I couldn't possibly care less. He finally said goodbye to his new flavour of the week and as soon as he sat in the driver's seat and closed the door, I hit him on the shoulder a multitude of times, venting my frustrations out on him. For someone who claimed to love my best friend, he didn't act the part, and that was what pissed me off most about him; he tried to numb himself and hide the fact that he cared because of what -- pride? I had no idea, but I didn't like the idea of him leading on my best friend, and I let him know this quite often. "What was that for?" I gave him a look as if to ask if he were kidding. "For leaving me in this car to talk to that bimbo, that's what."

My brother understood what I was frustrated about, and he was smart to know not to dive any deeper into the issue. Instead, he drove me to school without another word. I wasn't that mad at him; as twins, we just had that connection where we didn't need words to communicate. Some would mistake it for hate, but we really did love each other. As soon as we reached the school, I grabbed my backpack and exited the car. I walked at a brisk pace toward the school, determined to give myself as much time as possible to finish my math test. I nearly had a perfect average in math, and I was determined to get nothing below a 95 on this particular test. Though when I got to my class and began resuming my assignment, I seemed to have overestimated my need to come in early. I finished the remaining questions within fifteen minutes, and had another twenty minutes before the school buses would even arrive. So I wasted the time away in the library, but I did more checking to make sure Phoenix hadn't texted me than I did actually reading. Maddox thought I thought too much about Phoenix, but he was wrong; I always made sure to put school before my relationship... in most cases.

The next time I checked the time, school was a few minutes from starting, so I decided to go see if I could find Phoenix; if he was going to show up at school at all, it was always just barely on time. Though I was proud he was finally getting his act back together. And speak of the devil, as I exited the library, I saw him walking my way from down the hallway, hopefully looking for me. I approached him, regardless of whether he'd seen me already or not. "Phee," I sighed as I threw my hands around his neck, whispering his name much like a prayer.

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Maddox Wolfgang la Roux

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: auto; margin-left: auto; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt] I didn't know if I was disappointing my sister or if she just simply didn't agree with the things I did. Hell, I didn't know if I was disappointing Arabella. We were on and off, and I couldn't even consider anything we had as an actual relationship. They were nothing more than flings, really, and I honestly didn't know why I kept crawling back to her in the end. I originally thought maybe it was because I just wanted to get in her pants, but a few weeks ago I had done just that and nothing has changed; I still feel like I'd bend backwards for her, but I wasn't confident that the feeling was mutual. Kalanii said it was simply because we were both too scared to admit to each other that we both felt something more than lust, but I was convinced Arabella was just using me because she was scared I was using her. It was all a complex issue I didn't know what to do with, so I kept my old habits up; flirting and the likes, and Kalanii did not like it. She was convinced her best friend felt something for me, and she didn't like the idea of me indirectly breaking her heart. I shrugged it off, because I had my own opinions on what was actually going on. Anyway, all confusing issues aside, after I'd dropped my sister off at school early, I decided to hit the school gym for a few reps just to pass the time. I only left the gym once I checked my phone for the time and found out school was starting in just about fifteen minutes. I took a quick shower, since I'd worked up more of a sweat than I'd originally meant to, and once I'd gotten dressed again and seemed relatively presentable, I headed toward my locker to grab a book I needed for my next class.

I saw Arabella at her own locker on my way there, and I was conflicted on whether I should act like I didn't see her and keep walking or stop and talk to her. I hadn't said much to her after we'd had that drunken one night stand, but I figured we couldn't ignore each other the entire time. "Hey, Arabella," I murmured as I approached her, hiding the discomfort I felt. "We haven't spoken in a little while. I guess, I just wanna know what's up. And maybe... you and I, your brother and Kalanii could hang out sometime?" I hung out with Phoenix all the time -- the man was my best friend. But I figured all four of us could really use some social time together. Not to mention that I no longer trusted myself alone with Arabella anymore.

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Asphyxiat3d · Feb 14th 2015

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Asphyxiat3d · Feb 15th 2015

Wait, do they actually shapeshift?
'Cause in his profile, he included his animal appearance.

Asphyxiat3d · Feb 16th 2015

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mad - icks

[ NICKNAMES ]
Mad-dawg

[ AGE ]
25 years old

[ GENDER ]
Male

[ GOVERNMENT ALIAS ]
213863

[ BODY MODIFICATIONS ]
Left wrist | x |

[ BODY MARKINGS ]
He's got a single claw mark -- obviously gained from a large animal -- stretching across his abdomen from his left shoulder to his right hip. He gained it when he clawed himself in his sleep.

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[ HYBRID ANIMAL ]
Tiger

[ APPEARANCE ]
From apex to digits, the most recognisable attribute to Maddox's physical appearance would be his blue, turquoise, green, and brown optics. In addition to the colour in which they sparkle, his right eye has abnormal patches of turquoise and green over his underlying layer of blue, which is a result from a genetic mutation called heterochromia. His left eye has a large proportion of brown that accommodates the upper portion of his iris while the green situates at the bottom right, and only a little blue in the corner. One would think his pupils would be slits, but he is not a hybrid of a domestic cat -- he's a hybrid of a wild, big-cat. Thus his pupils are, though large, simply rounded and fairly normal looking. This is because domestic cats are nocturnal whereas tigers are crepuscular – they hunt primarily in the morning and evening.

His cranium, with a slight squared jaw, is framed by naturally thick, curly dark tresses. Depending on the lengths in which he allows it to grow, his hair will be either curly or on the straighter side. His chin, like his jaw, is chiseled, though not as prominent in appearance. It is no secret that he has chest hair, or a scar that stretches from his left shoulder down to his right hip. Facial hair blankets his jawline, and if he goes without shaving long enough, it'll reach a portion of his neck. He usually doesn't let his facial hair get anywhere longer than a 5 o'clock shadow. His hands are large, his fingers proportionate but lithe. He has normal looking nails for the most part, albeit he is able to extract them much like a feline. Another characteristic of his feline heritage is his teeth; his four incisors are abnormally large and are curved, meant for lacerating and serrating thick flesh and muscle.

Maddox has a build which could be described as very "shoulder centric;" his shoulders are broad and he has a very tight, lean waist packed with muscle. In summary, his physique is a mixture between the generalised 'ectomorph' and 'mesomorph.' Muscular, lean, strong, fast; never weak, never slow. He's powerful, and the pounds of pressure he can deliver in his punches, kicks, and knees adds up to more than 5,000 pounds of pressure. He stands at 6'6.78" feet, and weighs 235.83 pounds. Much of his weight is accountable for muscle mass and bone density. When one is tall, a lot of the weight goes to their height, but there is such a thing as working out, and Maddox does a lot of it.

[ STRENGTHS ]
■ intelligence
■ strategics
■ adaptability
■ cunning
■ silver-tongued

[ WEAKNESSES ]
■ impatient
■ constantly hungry
■ aggressive
■ stubborn
■ irritable

[ FEARS ]
■ Getting in a fight and losing
■ Having a sexual/romantic attraction to someone
■ Having an episode where he loses his temper and hurts someone and remembers none of it

[ INTERESTS ]
✔︎ Meat
✔︎ Fighting
✔︎ Working out
✔︎ Animals in general
✔︎ Hunting
✔︎ Alcohol
✔︎ Rain
✔︎ Stormy weather
✔︎ Snow
✔︎ Sleep
✔︎ Food

[ DISREGARDS ]
✘ Public affection
✘ Arrogance
✘ Petty insults
✘ Concept of "chivalry"
✘ Couples
✘ People fishing for compliments
✘ People who like attention
✘ Indecent exposure
✘ People who eat his food
✘ Being lied to
✘ Being sized up

[ ANIMAL POSITIVES ]
strength ■ ■ Tigers are the largest members of the cat family, granted Maddox is renowned for the ferocity and power of his strength. Matter of fact, a tiger is capable of killing prey twice its own weight, so one could assume Maddox has the capability to take down a wide variety of people. In fact, tigers are known to kill prey by smashing their skulls with their paws.

stealth ■ ■ Though tigers are known to be able to run relatively fast, he can not outrun such agile creatures like deer. Thus, lightweight victims can easily outrun him, and he relies heavily on stealth to catch his victims. And his stealth is something to be reckoned with.

swimming ■ ■ Tigers are good swimmers unlike some of their big cat relatives, and so is Maddox. In fact, Maddox enjoys the water and could spend a great deal of time in it if given the chance.

imitation ■ ■ Tigers have been known to imitate the call of other animals to successfully attract prey; consequently, Maddox is good at imitating sounds and voices.

adaptable ■ ■ Maddox can adapt to shifting conditions and circumstances relatively quickly, as he is a strategic individual.

anti-spetic saliva ■ ■ Tigers have antiseptic saliva, so Maddox can actually [i]clean

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his wounds by licking them.

memory ■ ■ Cats in general are known to have better memories than most animals, even humans.

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solitary ■ ■ Maddox does not like to be followed around nor is he a follower in a group. He prefers to go at things alone, much like his tiger heritage.

size ■ ■ Given his large size, Maddox burns a lot of calories just in the process of supporting his muscle mass. Not to mention moving around and being active burns even more, thus he is hungry often and any lack in food can make him starve pretty quickly.

stamina ■ ■ Make no mistake; Maddox is fast, but his issue lies in his stamina. He can only run at a sprint for short distances, thus he gets tired easily when running.

antisocial ■ ■ While tigers are capable of sharing meals, they do not like to live together; neither does Maddox. Maddox likes to have peace and quiet and room to himself, and he doesn't get that, which is the cause of his irritability.

possessive ■ ■ Maddox does not take kindly to people touching on things that he thinks belong to him; this could include objects and people, and conflicts such as these result in an explosive temper.

children ■ ■ Tigers -- or big cats in general -- are known for killing cubs. For instance, if a male tigers comes across a female with her cubs, he'll try to kill them so he can mate with her. Same for Maddox -- in some ways. He has some instinct that he can't explain and does not take kindly to children that he does not consider his -- so all children.

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[ PERSONALITY ]
It starts with the impulse to burn everything and everyone to the ground, and where does one go from there? Maddox is a machine of a man, who's foundations consist of black & white; there are no grey areas -- no in-betweens, and his true love is control. Maddox has taken on the role of anti-hero and he lets it adorn him like he was meant to, and he does so like no other can. Contrary to popular belief, in times where he is assumed to be a sociopath, Maddox contains a sense of empathy and understands the strife he puts people through; he just doesn't care who gets hurt in the process so long as he reaches his goal. Like a glass of water on a hot day, he can be your anchor — your relief — but like a brutal wintry storm, he can be cold and relentless.

He draws in, just as easily, those who would regularly resist temptation as he would those who were easily tempted. On his worst days, where he is wrath and rage, a worst nature is divulged. He has had a vast history of executing frivolous, vexing, and malicious actions, especially (but not extensively) against those whom have managed to do him wrong. Only after he feels he has lost control can the full depth of his destructive behaviour be fathomed and the consequences calculated with depth. Misfortunately for those associated, he tends to enact his rage on those he finds most important. To love and be favoured by him is the cruelest fate anyone could endure, for his indulgence of the flesh is as painful as it is pleasurable.

He's an open book with complex vocabulary; he's hard to understand. Hidden in plain sight, he promises you the earth and the stars with one face and whittles away at wills while he steals your emotional security with the other. The most rewarding thing at the end of the day is to watch the worlds of his enemies come crashing and burning down. He has no regard for good or for evil, no need for the usual vices and virtues of humanity. Where others see fate and patterns, morality and honour, gods and righteousness, he sees only lies stretched over mayhem, and plays with them like a child playing cat’s cradle. He has ice in his veins, hate in his heart, love on his mind, and the hearts of his enemies in his hands. He may 'hate' or he may 'love,' albeit only in unconventional ways unbound from traditional emotion. He is neither gentle nor kind, except for in the most terrible of ways. Sure, in an instant he may incinerate valuable relations or entirely break a person, but at least he feels like he is in control; like the master of his own universe.

There is a violent, foreboding grace to him that cause people to shrink away in fear but admire from afar; after all, fear is the ultimate motivator, and everyone needs a little motivation to respect someone. People follow him blindly like sheep and only those who endure and survive come as lions. Sociopathic to a degree, the matter is debatable, but he is adherent to a certain principle of love; love is none other than an illusion, and anyone who believes in it is a fool. He admits that he feels strongly of certain persons and objects, but 'love' isn't a word he often uses in his vocabulary unless he needs to use it to get what he needs. Lies are, after all, his mother tongue. He enjoys the beauty of women, but what is in them as a human being is irrelevant to him, because he has no plans to be tied down. It is said around town that his love is most generous where it is most hurtful. He may be destructive or merry, precise or bacchanalian, dealing out death or candy or all at once, but he is never, ever tame.

[ HISTORY ]
There isn't much of one; born in a test tube and raised in a research facility -- what can one say?

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[ CLOTHING STYLE ]
Maddox doesn't have much of a clothing style. He wears t-shirts, hoodies, jeans, sweatpants, and average sneakers. He isn't dressed to impress unless it is absolutely necessary, and since he isn't allowed out of the facility, there's no reason to wear anything other than casual, comfortable clothes.

[ CURRENT ATTIRE ]
How is it current if it is subjected to change? How about a grey hoodie and some black jeans.

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[ YOUR NAME ]
Call me Paro.

[ PLOT IDEAS FOR CHARACTER ]
N/a

[ PLOT IDEAS FOR THREAD ]
Perhaps an argument starts about something and divides the hybrids into opposing groups. Something along those lines.

[ OTHER // EXTRA INFORMATION ]
N/a

Asphyxiat3d · Feb 18th 2015

Sorry. I'm going to reply tomorrow, hopefully. I have a lot of school catch-up work.

Asphyxiat3d · Feb 19th 2015

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Kalanii Rosa la Roux

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: auto; margin-left: auto; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt]I was actually pleasantly surprised when I saw Ara and Maddox speaking to one another; if they couldn't admit to themselves that they were in love with each other, the least they could do was be friendly and act like two casual friends. My brother had too much pride in him to do that though, which was why I was so proud of him when I saw them speaking. However, I noticed the way his shoulders slunk and his eyes dimmed a little when Phoenix and I showed up, as if he didn't want us to see him happy around Ara -- as if he didn't want to admit she breathed life into him. "What? I've been busy," Maddox said, and I shook my head like a scolding mother. "Noooooo, you were avoiding her," I pointed out as a matter of fact. Maddox shook it off as if I had said nothing. Typical. But the conversation took a more serious note when Phoenix asked Ara if she'd eaten, and I immediately grew close-lipped. I knew Ara had an eating disorder, and I couldn't count the number of times I'd told her she needed to stop; she was obsessed with perfected, but I don't think she sees just how... sickly she looks when she starves herself like that.

I softly wound my arm around one of Phoenix's, as if I needed him to support me. For whatever reason, every time this conversation came up I grew apprehensive. I think a part of me always had hope that one day when Phoenix asked Ara if she'd eaten, she'd say 'yes.' I stared down at the floor as the both of them eventually left, leaving me and Phoenix alone. Trying to lighten the mood, I replied to Phoenix's rhetorical question. "Nothing. She's an independent, sexy woman." I wanted to tell Phoenix that he should sit down and talk to her and ask her why she seemed so against celebrating her birthday, but Phoenix was her brother and if he hadn't asked her by now, perhaps there was a good reason why. "Anyway," I began, trying to distract away from the slightly tense atmosphere. "Are you going to class -- or are you being a bad boy and skipping?" While I had prompted him to clean up his act, I didn't babysit him, and whether he skipped or not was no longer much of my business -- in my opinion. So long as he was trying; I mean, I was a good girl, and even I had skipped a few times in my lifetime.

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Maddox Wolfgang la Roux

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: auto; margin-left: auto; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt] Arabella mentioned something about a 'Swan Lake,' and I pursed my lips in thought, raking through my brain for some type of recognition. Misfortunately, I had no idea what Swan Lake was -- though I supposed it must be a relatively important role for a ballerina to play; as a difficult person to please, Ara being excited about something meant it was important -- at least to her. I of course, didn't care much for ballet or ballet shows -- it wasn't my type of thing. Some people who enjoyed it have told me that if I just paid close attention, I'd learn to appreciate the beauty of a ballerina's movements -- I called bullcrap on it. It was boring. Ara inquired about my desire to get together with the rest of the close knit group, sparing me the embarrassment of trying to pretend to know what she was talking about. "Nothing in particular -- party, bowling, anything really." Just as I had answered, Phoenix arrived with my sister on his arm, and I could feel myself slowly shrinking back into that anti-social shell I always wore around Ara -- and I have no idea why. Maybe I was trying to prove to my sister that I didn't feel anything. I was lying to myself and her at the same time. I snickered at Phoenix's comment, trying to act as if I didn't know what he was talking about. "What? I've been busy..."

Though when Phoenix asked about Ara's birthday and her diet, I grew slightly cautious. I knew Ara had some security issues, and for whatever reason, a distaste for her birthday. I didn't like to draw attention to myself on my birthday either, and I didn't always do anything special, but Ara was... she seemed to genuinely dislike her birthday, whereas I just didn't think it as anything special. I took a step back when Ara asked if anyone wanted to join her as she went to smoke, and I in no way wanted to partake in that. Smoking? I didn't have a problem with people doing that -- but her? She looked awful and she was smoking to top it off; I couldn't watch her deteriorate like that and just smoke her cigarette like I didn't notice. As she disappeared down the hallway, I turned to my sister and Phoenix, shrugging nonchalantly. "One of these days, someone's going to need to put their foot down. She's not living healthy, and I can obviously see it."

I softly pat Phoenix on the shoulder. "Anyway, I'll see you in class. School's going to start any minute now." With that, I walked to class, running my fingers over the stubble on my chin as I thought about Arabella, much to my distaste.
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Asphyxiat3d · Feb 19th 2015

Track.
Henry Cavill & Blake Lively.

Asphyxiat3d · Feb 20th 2015

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{ NICKNAME/S } Calamari, Kal, Kali, Kala.
{ NAME ORIGIN } Hawaiian
{ NAME MEANING } "The Heavens,' or "The Royal One."

{ AGE } 25 years old
{ BIRTH DATE } October 28th.
{ PLACE OF BIRTH } The Dubai Emirate, United Arab Emirates
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Asphyxiat3d · Feb 28th 2015

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Asphyxiat3d · Mar 1st 2015

Reserve Henry Cavill & Anne Speckhart, please.

Asphyxiat3d · Mar 3rd 2015

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| ♕ | Name ■ ■ Gideon d'Aviv Wolfgang
| ♕ | Age ■ ■ 23 years old; born on October 28th, at approximately 3:23 AM.
| ♕ | Gender ■ ■ Male
| ♕ | Height ■ ■ 6'4.43" ft
| ♕ | Weight ■ ■ 223.42 lbs
| ♕ | Hometown ■ ■ Dubai, United Arab Emirates
| ♕ | Brief Biography Summary ■ ■ Was born in the UAE whilst his father was on a prolonged business venture, thus was technically born under the jurisdiction of a United States citizen, and upon returning to the United States, with his knew Arabian love, Gideon's father made sure Gideon got the best education possible; much of his studies took place in Europe. Gideon later enrolled in the Central Intelligence Agency, and during a field mission, things went terribly wrong. His partners were caught and tortured by the Iraqi forces while Gideon had narrowly escaped detection. Unable to return to the United States for fear of being caught and causing more tensions between the U.S and Iraq, Gideon basically threw himself into exile. He has recently arrived in Seoul via a cargo ship, and his only way of surviving is through illegal blackmarket activity and drug selling.

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Obscured morality; and was his life quite full of it, and he both guilty as a participant and a witness. His family was a quite powerful one, ranging from politics to under-wordly ties, and he was right in the middle. From technologic and pharmacologic industries and corporations, to luxury brands and vehicles — he was their corporate father, and they kneeled to him like bastard sons and daughters. To some degree, he'd monopolised media; newspapers and television and radio networks. Corporate power meant political power, and it was political power which made his sources unlimited.
His father had told him that the notion of good and bad was a concept conjured in human minds via religious texts written thousands of years ago by schizophrenic men; the reality, as his father put it, was merely virtue and excess. Such that happiness and wisdom are virtues, and sadness and foolishness are vices. "Good and bad" was an ethical judgement of "decent" persons, and criticising was their vice. He'd hated the man on multiple occasions, but he adhered to his principles for all intents and purposes. Las Vegas was the city of murky morality; a city that could either bury sins or exhume tragedies.

Albeit unlike many, but alike to some, he was here on a proposition of a business venture; he expected to go home with money and opportune, whereas many that merely visited went home with sexually transmitted diseases and empty pockets. Upon entering the designated rendezvous point, he was met with two familiar faces opposed to one. "Chassagne," he vaguely remembered, recognising the sultry brunette bent over with the intent to get a drug-induced fix. Chassagne's purpose for being present in this meeting was beyond him, albeit he wrote her off as an uninterested bystander. Chassagne sure as hell couldn't have been some type of living, breathing accessory to the room, as she was a "masterpiece" that he, admittedly, took for granted.

What he had gathered from the few times he had met Chassagne was that she spoke as if her body was a temple and she could speak for everyone who supposedly worshipped inside her walls; coined as a heiress of a prominent chain of hotels, he could understand her eagerness to generalise a public she saw as her's. Still, it didn't distract him from how utterly exasperated it made him feel. His lithe albeit capable digits curled around the cold glass of the alcoholic beverage handed to him, and he eyed it with slight conviction; to drink or not to drink so early in the day, that was his question. In response to hers, though it might've been rhetorical, he set the glass down on the nearest table, wiping what condensation of the glass that had gathered unto his fingers off unto his other, un-tainted, hand.

"There are no 'subtle nuances' betwixt corporations and wealth; corporations beget wealth, and as a form of bureaucracy, there is a hierarchy; not all persons are useless as you seem to coin them." Whilst she was all too ready to disregard people, Sebastian saw people as opportunities; people were worthy so long as they had something to offer, and that was where he drew the line with her. For the first time, he actually addressed the business associate who had been meant to grab his attention when he walked in, but he had been distracted with Chassagne. Before he could even so much as part his lips to greet Mme. Roquelaure, Chassagne intervened with an unrelated topic. Sebastian would be lying if he'd said he wasn't somewhat interested in the information; Sebastian had never been arranged anything when it came to courtship, but his father was not a strong believer in keeping rich blood "pure," whatever that meant.

Sebastian, himself, did not see royalty and wealth as the same thing, and it was royalty that worried about what blood coursed through their veins; that was why incest wasn't an odd occurrence in such cases. The reasons for wealthy peoples' desire to pair their children with like class was beyond him; he was a prideful individual, but marrying money wasn't something he saw pride in — seemed redundant if anything. His eyebrows arched at the mention of "deceit and emotional dishonesty," and mainly because they had come out of Chassagne's mouth. Perhaps he'd written her off as something she's not, but he would've figured that, as a woman who thought so lowly of people, what was in them as an individual meant nothing to her.

“I just hate when people play dress up with their identities..." Sebastian gave her a wry smirk in response to her own. At such a point in time, even with Eisley as some sort of centre for his rediscovery, he still couldn't pinpoint what was real and what was a façade when it came to who he was. He acted differently around particular persons, literally took on a fake identity for CIA related assignments, and actively lied to himself to escape complex emotional situations. He didn't know who the hell he was anymore, and it could be deemed odd that it didn't bother him. "Then you'd definitely hate business." So then, why was she here?

“You know, coke talk.” Actually, he didn't know, but he'd just go along with it. "Mrs. Roquelaure," he began, immediately taking on a deeper, more assertive tone opposed to the lax tone he had been using with Chassagne. "I want to align myself with people who are successful in the luxury hospitality business; I'm making an effort to pique awareness among luxury consumers; one way to do it is through a partnership." He cast Chassagne an intuitive sideways glance before resettling his contemplation on the older, look-alike mother of her's. "Think of it as turning a corporation into a charismatic entity, much like your daughter." He didn't see her as charismatic — not for his tastes — but it worked with the general public, apparently.

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Asphyxiat3d · Mar 3rd 2015

You're welcome!
Anyway, I edited my previous/first post; do you post first or do I?
And if I'm posting first, I need to know exactly where my character needs to be and what he's doing.

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> ------------ ᴍᴀᴘʟᴇᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛʀɪᴀɴ sᴛᴀʙʟᴇs • wip! • sᴇᴍɪ-ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ

OUR DAYS WERE NEVER NUMBERED ☆ open ☆ THIS IS ETERNAL SUMMER

HONEY I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME [PAFP] MON CHERI !

HONEY I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME [PAFP] MON CHERI !

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ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ sɪɴs〖 ❪ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ❫ ❪ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs❫ 〗ғʟᴏᴡ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘs

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ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᶰᶰᵃ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃᶫᶦᵛᵉ ⁻ ᵃᵈᵛᵃᶰᶜᵉᵈ ᵃᵖᵖᶫᶦᶜᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰˢ ⁻ ʳᵘᶰ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶫᶦᶠᵉ

seoul spy ; pafp ; semi-advanced to advanced ; male or female needed

seoul spy ; pafp ; semi-advanced to advanced ; male or female needed