Sure, I'm actually not too great at roleplaying the butlers myself. c:
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Indeed we do! Quite strange, really. xD So, will you be the one making the thread? c:
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(No, no, it's fine. My dad made me go for a walk with him to get some "fresh air". -.- Anyways, how should we start this?)
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(Hmm, so a surprise visit? One that Ciel wasn't expecting, or was?)
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(Alright, awesome! c: I'll start, then!)
Alois fidgeted impatiently in his seat, as the carriage Claude was leading slowed into a stop in front of the Phantomhive Manor. The golden-eyed butler opened the door before long, though to the blonde boy, it seemed like hours of waiting. He stepped out of the carriage, soon his heels clicking against the ground as he and his butler stopped in front of the main door. The fourteen-yeard old didn't knock; He banged on the door, as loud as he could. He wanted to make sure it was loud enough for everyone to hear. He could barely contain the excitement of seeing Ciel again. It was a sure while since..
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"Greetings, Se-bas-tian. How art thou?" He greeted with a dip of his head, a slight hint of mockery in his tone. The corners of his lips curved upwards. "Is Ciel in there, behind you?" He asked, cocking a brow and peeking his head behind him, arms crossed in dissapointement as the earl was not present in front of him; Soon he would be. "I came to visit him to talk about the... currently occuring murders. Have you heard of them? You probably haven't, since it wasn't posted in the paper for some odd, odd reason. I'll explain to Ciel, because I really think he should know 'cause he's maybe one of the only who can actually solve something so horrid. He's a smarty, yeah, ye- Okay! Sounds beautiful and dandy! More like 'beaudandy-full', hee-hee!" With that jumble of anxiety-bursting words, he frolicked into the manor without anybody's say, nor approval.
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Alois almost tripped over his feet as he raced up the stairs with a determined look in his blue optics. Noisy stomps sounded as he halted at the top, his eyes meeting that familiar blue-ish black hair, the eyepatch, and the irritated expression. Ciel Phantomhive! With dreading, almost satanic impacts his legs made with the floor, he darted towards the earl, immidiately, and instinctively, wrapping his arms around him, squeezing his lithe body tightly. "Well, finally!" He bubbled sarcastically, though pure excitement and pleasure tipped his tone.
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Alois started loosening his grip, until he let go completely, placing a finger over his lip, accompanied by a frown and a roll of his eyes. "Shush, they'll hear." He beckoned behind him with his other hand. A delighted and soft-felt smile graced his lips. "Having to invite you would take so long, so I came over instead." His words were delicate as he spoke, the opposite from the bellowing ruckus he had made only a minute ago. "I really wanted to see you, Ciel."
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"It's called a 'hug', stupid." He said with another roll of his eyes, though the smile, now grin, did not leave his face. His eyes narrowed slightly, as he took his hand and ran it through Ciel's hair, until his finger latched onto the strap of his eyepatch. "Still wearing this thing, hmm?" He said quietly and distantly, a tilt of his head as well, before an attitude change sparked within him; Back to his original 'demeanor'. "Well, whatever! Now that I'm here, we'll have a ball! You must be bored sitting around in your office all day, no?" He spoke with a clasp of his hands.
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Alois cocked an eyebrow, before letting out a snort of laughter. "You can't dance? Really?" He chuckled at himself, changing the 'don't' to 'can't'. He threw his arm around his shoulder. "Don't worry though, I can teach'ya." He assured him with a wink, but he was being serious. As serious as he could be, in the first place.
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user name | dear cupcake ·
nickname | cake.
name | Kanaye Shigekazu.
gender | Male.
age | Fifteen.
sexuality | Homosexual.
grade | 2nd year.
orgins | Japanese.
personality| Kanaye came from a highly wealthy and prestigious family. Because of this fact, making friends and allies were never a strong suit of his. He would often be bullied and teased by his peers relentlessly for his family name, and because of this, he began to develope a conceited, sarcastic, and haughty front in others in order to shield himself from being hurt. Despite being a prick towards people, after mocking someone or behaving in an arrogant and conceited manner, he gets depressed.
Underneath his facade, however, Kanaye a kind, compassionate, and intelligent individual who cares for his friends. Constantly being distressed about not being able to communicate with other people throughly, the only way that he can express himself truly is through letters. He is a very intelligent individual, and takes things seriously. His grades are always high and perfect; As a result, he’s usually one of the top students in schools.
power(s) | main power(s) : Astral Manipulation - The ability to generate and manipulate astral energy.
sub power(s) : Clairvoyance, Telepathy, Precognition.relationships| None, currently.
other | Khaki Yellow.
[align=center][font=times new roman][color=white]
name | Elżbieta (Elizabeth) Gadzinska.
gender | Female.
age | Fourteen.
sexuality | Pansexual.
grade | 1st year.
orgins | Polish.
personality| The "talk, I'll help" type of girl, she always has a fun and excitiment-filled vibe behind her chocolate-toned optics. Elizabeth seeks out everybody, figures out. She always adjusts her own way of thinking to match someone else's, but her bubbly personality will stand at its highest. Telling people off, or criticizing them will never float her boat, and whether or not she will be their friend, that will be her very own decision; Not her shifting mind's.
Putting aside the overall 'good' qualities, her loud self causes for an annoying and clingy demeanour she may set off. Her attempts at harvesting those bits of heavenly compliments she gets from people, she doesn't doesn't realize that there may be dryness within them, dislike, hate. Her realization for these little spikes, takes much time, and when she does, depression, worthlessness. It all sets in to sour her brave and bouncy way of life.
power(s) | Weather Manipulation.
relationships| None, yet.
other | .. Salmon, aswell.
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"No point? Of course there's a point in dancing; To have fun!" He exclaimed, a sigh escaping his lips afterwards. There really was no hope in trying to force Ciel to do something, what he would call 'fun'. He actually came here to talk about something else, though that would wait. "Fine, if you don't want to, you don't have to." He grumbled, huffing quietly.
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Full Name:
"Vincent Nathaniel Harrison Ambrose. Better listen, because that's what you'll be calling me."Age:
"I'm sixteen years of age, maybe not completely mature, but unlike those twelve-year old pricks."Gender (why do we always put this in fourms?):
"How many letters would you like sent up your ass?"Personality (no meet mes, but they don't have to be that descriptive):
If there was ever an embodiment of the classic cocky, high strung, 'I don't give a damn' personality, Vincent would be it. He's loud, obnoxious, and all around pretty annoying. From a young age there had been a spark that set ablaze what had developed into a very fiery individual. If there was one word that could be used to describe Vincent, it would be spunky, and not the good, cutesy kind of spunky. Vincent falls under the category of 'would you get a load of this tosser' spunk. To put it in short, Vincent thinks he's the hottest stuff in town and refuses to get off his high horse. Vincent is not afraid to speak his mind and let others know exactly what he thinks, whether it be about them or something else. He doesn't care what anyone else's opinion is. His is the only one that matters after all. It's more than safe to say that this has caused countless incidents that could have very well ended with Vincent lying dead in a ditch somewhere. At least his cockiness is what keeps him going.Aside from thinking highly of himself as a person, Vincent puts way too much pride and belief in his abilities no matter how good he is at something. He knows for a fact that he is one of the most stragetic thinkers around, yet that is the only thing he doesn't like to purposely flaunt about. Speaking of showing off, Vincent just loves to put on a performance when it comes to fighting. He will go out of his way to get into physical fights. A majority of the time the scuffles that he's involved in are because of something stupid he said that set his opponent off. Vincent will pick a target and antagonise them until a fight ensues.
Now no person in their right mind would go around trying to cause that degree of trouble on a daily basis unless they were A) off their rocker, bat* crazy, B) had a death wish, or C) under the influence of some sort of narcotic or alcohol. Despite being years underage, In Vincent's case, C is always the answer. It's as common to see Vincent with a flask as it is to see a horse pulling a buggy. Unfortunately when he overindulges (more so than usual), Vincent and alcohol go together as well whipped cream and month old sardines. Sober is something that seems to be slipping further and further away from Vincent's vocabulary. When he's drunk, his stupid stunts only become more ridiculous. He will pick fights with men twice his size and will usually end up getting the crap kicked out of him since he lacks a lot of the physical gusto he likes to delude himself into thinking he has. Not only that, but alcohol makes him even more blunt and crude than usual. It also tends to make him flirt with anyone near him and has influenced him to try to shove his tongue down the throat of the nearest, decent looking individual.
Vincent is far from polite. Sure he can be nice enough, but if anyone is expecting him to have any sense of propriety, they might as well give up. He's unbelievably rude and every other word out of his mouth is some form of profanity; he'd make even the worst sailor look tame. When it comes to trying to form relationships with other people, it all depends on them and how they choose to deal with god's gift to mankind. Vincent will let someone know right off the bat if he likes them or not, no matter who they are. He has zero respect for authority figure and those who are highly regarded in society. People have to earn his respect. When it comes down to it, he really does have a big heart and is fiercely loyal to his friends. He would do anything for them should the occasion arise, even if it includes laying his life on the line.
Vincent has a very playful, mischievous streak to him. He adores playing pranks (which is usually end up being way over the top ridiculous and borderline life threatening) on both people he likes and dislikes. Though he constantly seems to be in a chipper mood, he has a very short fuse. If anything, Vincent fits the bill of someone with a stereotypical Irish temper. The only good thing about it is that he doesn't stay mad and worked up for very long. That's mostly due to his short attention span anyway. Asking him to focus on something for an extended period of time is nearly impossible.
Despite his horrid demeanour, Vincent is also depressed. Depressed; the fact that something in his life had drifted off is what is causing it. It bugs him, all the time, non-stop. There's no end to the sinking feeling in his chest, in his heart.
Class (noble, lowerclass, ect):
"A noble, yes indeed, a comfortable life of glamour. Tch."Family:
"You're starting to piss me off.."
His sister, Rhys Ambrose, whom he cared for. She is deceased. The rest of his family is made up whole; mother, father, uncles, aunts, cousins.Residents (where they are living):
"The Ambrose Estate. A big manor, lotsa' bars..."Crush:
"Screw you."Relationship status:
"I'm single, damnit! Now, mind f*cking off?"If a demon, or a person with a contract with a demon, where is your mark, and would you mind showing a picture?:
"Oh, your doing narcotics as well? How dandy!"Pets?:
"I once had a a pet mouse, but I accidentally stepped on it so.. no more 'pets' for me."Turn ons:
"I don't like you."
[justify]People willing to follow orders.
Blonde hair.
[/justify]Turn offs:
"..."
[justify][i]Egotistical people (He's already got that covered.)
Cowards.[/justify][align=right][color=black][sub]Strengths:
"Well, everything, obviously! Haven't you figured that out already?"
[justify][align=right][color=black][sub][i]Loyal
Family
Determined
Always tries to do the best he can
Ambitious
Energetic
His comrades
Tactful
Adventurous
Fiery
Quick-witted
Agile
Creative
Stubborn
Daring
Eager
Fearless
Confident
Hardy
Outspoken
Playful
Loves a challenge
Curious
Has a lot of endurance[/justify]
[justify][align=right][color=black][sub]Weaknesses:
"Mmhmm, yeah, next question."
[justify][align=right][color=black][sub][i]Arrogant
Doesn't like to back down
Impulsive
Hot-headed
Loud
Alchoholic
Always gets into fights
Lacks any sort of etiquette
Easily excitable
Very domineering
Can't spell to save his life
Argumentative
Rowdy
Short-tempered
Loud
Stubborn
Doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut
Feisty
Likes to do things his own way
Mischievous
Never seems to run out of energy
Lacks a lot of physical strength
Obnoxious
Alchohol
His sister.[/justify]
[justify][align=right][color=black][sub]Fears:
"Psh! [i]Fears. Next!"
[justify][align=right][color=black][sub]Fire
Losing anyone he is close to and cares about, again
Falling in love
Failure
Dying[/justify]
[justify][align=right][color=black][sub]Roleplaying example:
It was raining. It had been raining the past four days; ever since she had passed away. As much as Vincent hated gloomy weather and everything associated with it, it was welcomed for once. Why should there be any light, any happiness, after such a tragedy had occurred? As far as Vincent was concerned, it could rain for the rest of his life and he would not give a damn. The one person he had cared about most had been ripped out of his life much too soon. Why should he have any reason to be happy after that? Though it had only been a mere four days, the pain of losing her was unbearable. His sister had not just been a near and dear family member; She was Vincent's gateway to sanity, to love. The simple fact of knowing that she was never coming back was enough to make Vincent wish that he had died alongside her.The funeral procession had long since ended. Even family members had said their goodbyes and had headed for home, leaving Vincent standing alone in front of the freshly covered grave. Everyone offered their condolences and had told the boy that things would brighten up in the future; it was a devastating event, but he would soon find happiness again. As far as Vincent was concerned, he did not deserve to be happy after what he had done. He could have saved her. He could have prevented this from happening. If he had acted sooner and listened to himself, he would not be standing here staring at a headstone as if mere prayers could bring her back.
Nightmares about the event had plagued him every time he allowed himself to sleep- which had not been very much over the past few days. It did not matter if he slept or not, for what was in his dreams was also on his mind as the minutes passed him by. He had replayed the scenario in his head a countless number of times, going over all the what-ifs and how-comes. Vincent knew every little thing he could have done to prevent her death from happening and it was killing him. As much as he wanted to forget, for his mind to block out the trauma he had been through, he did not deserve that privilege. Because of himself, the light in his life had been extinguished and could never be rekindled.
Other:
[i]I fangirl over Black Butler. -
Done with my form!
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".. Do you have any board games? Perhaps something, you know, fun?" He suggested unsurely, having not much of an idea of what to do. Well, he did have an idea, a couple, he didn't think Ciel would approve though. Most likely throw a fit.
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Why thank you, dear. ^.^ *bows*
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Chess? Wasn't that the game with the pawns and stuff? Alois wasn't completely sure, given the fact he didn't play the game, nor did he like it. Though, for Ciel's sake, one game couldn't hurt. He could maybe do something that he, himself, enjoyed afterwards.. probably not. "Alright, sure, let's play chess!" He nodded firmly, before letting out a triumphant snort, ".. And I'm going to win, too. Just watch."
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Alois followed Ciel into his study, making sure not to step over his feet this time. "I've heard your pretty good at this game.' He commented, smirking. Obviously, Ciel was good at the game because he wasn't exactly 'amusing', unless having a panic attack, or so the logic stood in the spacious blonde head of his.
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"I'll help you look." He announced, figuring out by his actions that Ciel was looking for the board. Such an expert, doesn't even know where the game is. He wanted to say it out loud, but kept his mouth shut. He searched around the room, his checking behind books and on shelves, wherever his eyes and arms could reach.
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Alois bounded over to Ciel, staring at the sprawled pieces, but not resisting a couple glances at him. "Black or white?" He asked, picking out one of the knights and 'galloping' around the board with it.