Finnian flushed across his cheeks and gave a bow and excited thank you, before rising and hugging the new maid quite promptly.
"Oh thank you! I work my very hardest to please everybody with the gardens, but it's so hard when you can't controlled your own strength!" He shouted excitedly once he'd backed up, admiring his work with wide green eyes and a bright smile.
The longhaired Russian had nearly jumped out of his skin when his lover had thrown himself upon the graduate. Go figure, he nearly couldn't recognize the lover he had left behind, but a moment after the initial shock, he knee it couldn't be anyone else.
Almost shyly at first, his arms folded around the ravenette, and he squeezed the younger close to him, pressing a kiss to his lover's scalp. His arms folded tighter around Valentine, danger poo us after so lengthy a time apart. He felt as if he'd boil over and somehow loose control - black out an assault or make love to the other.
Either way, he wanted to be conscious. Not to mention, he had things to talk about with his beloved. No doubt it went the other way around as well...
"I'm right here now, Val... I won't be leaving like that... not now, not ever again...." He murmured to the other, breath soft and warm against the shell of Val's ear as he guided them both back into the house. Panda had been gone for forever, it seemed, and in doing so, he was determined to have a better life with Val - if allowed.
Reluctantly, he curved his spine back just a bit, and released an arm from the hold on his boyfriend, reaching back to shut the door behind them. With that, he leaned back against the door, a soft grunt escaping the Russian violet-haired male. Clad in a tan coat, dark brown browsers, a white button up, and a black scarf, he was warmed from the cold of outside, though not from the dread that began to fill him.
Had he been gone too long? That was the thought that crossed his mind as his violet-grey eyes swept briefly over his beloved.
He pushed it away, though, and instead dropped his hands to Val's behind, an affectionate tease he had not been able to issue for too long. Pressing their hips together for a moment, his hands slipped slightly lower, and he lifted Val up, pressing his own shoulders to the door so that the weight did no harm to his already-twisted spine.
"My love, my Valentine, you've not been well - nor have I. But we will be, right?" He ventured, now looking up into Val's eyes, grey eyes sincere as he waited for response.
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- Nickname(s) Little Brother,
AGE 34
- Spiritual Age 26
- Birth Date November 11
GENDER Male
- Gender Identity male
CHARACTER ORIGIN half Angel(Angel of Human Evolution and Industry; aka Bronze Angel), half Demon(formerly Angel of Connections)
- Reincarnation Of ?
SEXUALITY Pansexual, leaning toward homosexuality
- Turn Ons innocence, or a lack of innocence, curiosity, smaller men(more shota-esque, but not quite), being pushed over limits of his anger or desire.
- Turn Offs being too lewd, food foreplay, being too clingy, too fast, mention of his bodily weakness, his true form.
- Relationship Status single, looking
ALLIANCE unalligned
- Rank Rogue, to be put to death or taken to trial on sight.
APPEARANCE
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PERSONALITY
PARENTS Thoran Michaelis Piersinson-Ravenbane(primarily male hermaphrodite - looking story here. Might have it pop up... aka the Bronze Angel), Pierce Piersinson-Ravenbane (male demon, formerly Angel of Connections)
SIBLINGS (Twin brother, firstborn) Thread Michaelis Piersinson-Ravenbane
OFFSPRING n/a
HISTORY God... so much here. Can I explain in character?
POWERS self-restoration(slower than most, but still swifter than humans), telekinesis, pyrokinesis, physical/mental manipulation, creating metal from any liquid, ability to balance right and wrong and influence the events that help such(this one isn't known for a while)
DISABILITIES poor spine, legs, forearms, and hands. Generally weak in body. His origins also have caused his body to turn on itself, a physical example would be his bad limbs and spine, and the wounds beneath his bandages. Mental proof can be found if he blacks out and looses control in the portrayal of his most demonic self.
DISORDERS see above.
((Friggin auto correct... it's Pasha, not panda. Perhaps Panda could be a nickname then. X,D))
A smile softened the Russian's features at the answer. He had been fearing the opposite. Expecting it, almost. But this pleased him beyond belief, and he nearly let tears go for all it was worth.
His back began protesting the weight of Val on his own, and he reluctantly lowered the ravenette to the floor again, and with that he leaned antiretroviral against the door, pulling Val with him, and lifting the other's chin to more easily press a kiss against the younger's flesh.
Though he stopped abruptly with a breathy apology and redeemed face. His heart was beating too fast, too loud. He feared looking himself, but did not mention it as he instead held Val to him, possessive.
And finally weeping. The tears came silent and warm, only suggested audibly by the slight shake of his breaths. He had indeed been gone for too long... albeit for educational purposes, but he should have at least called the boy back home. So no, he didn't cry for himself, but for his desires and for Valentine. What he had done to the male.
"Val.... come.... let's go lay down," he murmured softly, placing his warm breath against the other's ear. The tears were short lived for now... He didn't want them to be seen.
To add a bit of heat and release some of his tensions pent up for years, he lowered his head, and kissed once, then twice at the male's neck, whispering sweet nothings to his troubled boyfriend.
Name: Pasha Kozlov
Age: 17
Gender: male
Appearance:
Personality(Opt): you'll see via rp.
Other: Might fall for Ari. Otherwise, he may turn out homosexual. Will decide s to progresses.
((Sorry about such a lazy form. I'm better at in-rp descriptions.))
"Hey there, Ari," the Russian teen huffed, a faint smile curving his lips. Beneath a sweep of violet bangs, his grey-violet eyes flickered. He had things to say, but he kept quiet, knowing his friend had far more troubles than he did.
He could delve his out later...
One look at her as she approached him had told she was cold, but the wary look on her face and her thin coat told him just how cold she really was. Even if she had gotten used to it. A small sigh escaped him, and he gave her a gentle scolding as he reached for her hand, pulling her close, as he so often did.
"You should really wear something better than a light jacket in this weather, Ari. No need to get you in trouble for getting sick when you come to meet me." His accent was thick, very thick, and certain letters were slurred while others were accented.
Still all these years, and the purple longhaired boy had never rid of his accent.
In anticipation of the cold and snow, Pasha had dressed warm for their meet-up at Bright Day Coffee, but he looked far more at home in such clothes compared to others in town. He wore a tawny trenchcoat, lined on the inside with fur. This had been from Russia, a gift from his father when he'd turned 17 earlier that year. Beneath that, he wore a white turtleneck sweater over a white blouse. For trousers he wore tight fitting brown pants, and brown boots that stopped just below the knee. Around his neck was a black scarf that further kept in his body heat. Beneath all this, his willows figure leaned on one side, favoring one leg over the other, with a hand in the pocket he kept his phone and wallet in.
His complexion was pale, but was dotted by a fair flush, his face reddened by the cold of winter. Ten minutes of sitting out in the cold, waiting, had driven the Russo-American teen inside the shop, his fingers and eyes still stinging from the cold, even if it was not nearly as bad as what he'd first grown up with in Moscow.
The longhaired Russian-American was nowhere to be seen for a small amount of time. However, it was evident that he was at least somewhere, for his clothes and towel were neatly folded on one of the blankets he had brought. In the dark, sudden gasp and ripple of water sounded. By the moon's light, an only the moon's light, Pasha Kozlov's figure half rose from the water, where it was halfway up his belly.
He had already gone into the the summer-warmed waters, and now stood with arms raised to fix his wet hair, black in the dark, but in daylight a violet color. His eyes reflected the little light they had, and he smiled, waving his friend over.
"Hey! Come on in, Foster - you're late~" he sneered from the water, a gentle tease as he let himself sink down to his shoulders in the water.
In Kindergarten, he had come midway through the school year, from his homeland, Russia. To this day, his father lived there, but he and his mother had been sent to live in America when the boy had turned 6. A late child, as they called them in America, he barely had qualified to come into the school. However, as the days turned to months, he had grown into a close friendship with an unlikely few, and had been even closer with Felicity than he allowed himself with most.
He had returned from Moscow a few days ago, having gone to visit his father and other family there, and he was happy to be back... probably the reason he hadn't waited to get into the warmer waters here.
Right? -cries laughing- ))
The purported followed somewhat eagerly, encouraged by the kiss he'd been caught with and the warmth of the hand grasping his own.
As they stepped into the bedroom, he looked around, curious, grey-violet eyes like twin moons, searching. They finally settled on Val, however, and stayed. He took a seat on the edge of their bed, a comfort to him after sleeping in pathetic dorm beds for the past few years, eliciting a sigh from the older male as he found the time and means to study his beloved as a whole.
So many reasons, he found, that he hadn't recognized Val at the door... and it immediately saddened him. Heart still in his throat, it's pace picked up upon seeing so many bruises... and the bandaged that had been crudely wrapped over the younger's wrists.
His chest ached at the sight, and he called out for the male, pulling the boy closer by the hand, both of his taking one of the other's.
I'll join with my two UTAULOIDS, Kreuz and Smee, if that's alright~
The young Earl went unfazed by her leave, returning to the matters at hand, and asking his butler for advice on it.
At the words, Pasha' s heart skipped a few beats. After not hearing them for so long...
It was bliss. A fine membrane of it, considering the state Val was in, but he finally decided not to ask. He knew why. He knew what. Doing so would open something they'd never close - and the purplette Russian had no desire for that.
The elder male rolled, his arms around the other, so that Val lay on top of him as he leaned up to kiss the other, whispering the phrase back. And meaning it. He doubted he could love another like this... and as he pressed further into the kiss, he doubted he could even kiss another man.
Half consciously, his fingers sought the edge of the bandaged on his beloved's forearms and loosened them, wanting to strip them away. Wanting Val to stop hiding. He gently broke it off, and gazed up at Val, grey eyes expressing the concerned hate for the bandages that he wouldn't say aloud.
"Don't tell me, Valentine. There is no need for empty words," he finally murmured, making a pointed nod towards the boy's bandaging. He said no more on the topic, and instead gave a bright smile. "We have other things to talk about, now don't we?"
The male raised his arms to fend off the water, but was.splashed anyways, and laughed with her when she came up. Brushing his hair back with his fingers, the Russian eyed his friend, smiling as he swam towards her rather lazily.
"So, how much did you miss me?" He teased, poking her cheek as he was so accustomed to doing, before standing again on his knees.
Alright... I assume a timeskip? ))
Fine willing to play cat b~
Stating interest~!
Thank you, luff! 
Alright. So thanks to beloved turquoiselynx, I now have this beautifully baby leopard in my list of Characters, bound to be a new favorite. Here's a bit of info on the lad:
QuoteDisplay MoreName: Crio Capall-Uisce
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Alliance: Radicalclan
Appearance: Crio has snow white fur, and is spotted with ink black blotches. Between his eyes his pigment of fur turns a bit gray. His orbs are a vibrant blue color. His spots are uneven on his pelt, and he has a long tail. Crio is quite fluffy, and his fur is very soft. His ears are curved, black and they each have a white spot on the back of them.
Personality: Crio has a fancy for alien things, pretending, and sleeping. He claims to go to magical places when he is resting, and does it often because he loves it there. He'll create little skits to preform for everyone. He loves attention as well, and will share his adventures, inside his head as well as expeditions out of camp, with anyone that is willing to listen. It is easy to entertain him. Though if you send him out on some sort of mission or hunt, he'll gladly do it, and probably won't return until it is finished. It is also a weakness. He feels hurt if someone is just sending him away if he's only annoying them. He'll keep his problems to himself a lot, bottling it up and not speaking his problems to anyone, unless a tight bond is formed.
He will be honest, he dislikes the fact that his home locks up males, his gender, and fears that one day they will decide to throw him along with the rest of the prisoners. Though whenever he thinks this, he shakes it off and vows that he will stand up to them if they try to do that to him.
Likes: Pretending, Adventuring, Sleeping
Dislikes: Cages, Enemies, Smart people
Fears: Death by falling from a high place or being crushed by rocks, Being locked away with the rest of the captured males
Plots: Crio will venture out of the camp at apprentice age a meet a spirit (With the help of powers). He ends up forming a friendship with the spirit and leads it back to camp. He would often be found talking to air, or an actual ghost if one had the sight. One night the spirit would ask Crio if he could share his body. He is hesitant, but agrees since he and the spirit are good friends. But after a week, the spirit gets greedy, liking the thought of having his own body since he loves Crio's. So he takes over his body when he least expects it.
-- Crio faces death in the face when he goes out to explore the territory a bit further and finds a rabid fox. He runs away from the animal, though the canine follows. As they run, something triggers some rocks to fall overhead. The rocks crushes the fox, though barely misses Crio.
-- If Crio is thrown away to be locked in the cages of the mineshaft, I would like it to find someone who would be willing to come and visit him and make it seem like his imprisonment isn't as bad as it could be and promise him that one day he/she will get him out.
Theme Song(s): (Songs related to Crio's personality/plot development) Rubik's Cube by Athlete | Sail by AWOLNATION | Never Say Never by The Fray | Love Runs Out by OneRepublic | She Is Love by Parachute | Fix You by Coldplay | Daylight by Ron Pope
As you can see, there is already planned plots, but others are welcome, of course. :3
Here's a list of do's and don't's as far as Plotting goes:
Do's:
Friendships
Mentorship
Crushes(later on)
Adventure/kit mischief
Don't:
Insta love
Kill/cripple
Change of clan
Anything you can think of is fine as well, just state intentions, and be semi-lit to glitterati. Advanced role players are encouraged, but I don't discriminate if you play and write well.
That works~
"Pfft~"
Her answer amused him, and he giggled a little as she went under, no longer able to see her.
Yay, thank you! And rly?
((Recap?))
Solarfang [Furystar's brother; golden brown tabby tom; Protector]
[justify]A pair of yellow green eyes blazed from the camp entrance, where Solarfang stood quietly on his own. He had missed this newcomer, but no less his brother was pleased to have her.
If that was so, then so be it.
The lighter of the two brothers drew his paw over a nicked ear and briefly gave it a wash, still gazing at the other's in camp, particularly the newer ones. [/justify]
Rosepaw [russet sable she-cat; Medicine Cat Apprentice]
[justify] From within the Medicine Cat den, Rosepaw watched Furystar go, but said nothing, simply resting by her nest, waiting.[/justify]
