I mean that respectfully, though he is a great guy to have around. There is more to him that most don't know about. Alicante know's exactly what I mean by that.
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Someone did stop him. Someone who was really good looking, Cecil who almost instantly drawn to the male. He had to snap himself out of it, and blinked. His eyes lingered from his face to every inch of his body, and he bit the inside of his cheek. Holy hell, he was fine as hell. This god-like figure was speaking to him; he felt his face flush from just the mere sound. Oh god he was going to look like a fool, so the blonde shifted his gaze towards somewhere else. This god figure had a name, ‘ Iasion Thelonious..’ Shit. That name screamed Greek.
It was ironic that this figure had owned a club named Apollo, only because Cecil was pretty sure Apollo was here in human form and was tormenting the shit out of the blonde. He blinked slightly and took a deep breath, recollecting his thoughts. “Erm… Th-Thank you.” He said stammering slightly. Of course, he would stammer, who wouldn’t?
For second later, he took a deep breath. He ended up his hand into the hand that was held in front of him, he took a deep breath. How many more breaths would he have to take before his nerves took the best of him, the blonde didn’t know and he wasn’t certain that he would do anything else?
“Cecil. It just Cecil.”
He will never give anyone his surname. For the sake of his sanity, and nothing to relate to his own history. It was dangerous for no one to know about that.
He had to get going. The blonde had to get going, eventually, he started to fidget. Not from discomfort mostly from waiting to be dismissed. He did ignore the fact that Ian was loaded, like rolling in cash. He was not one of those flappers who were more than willing to be a whore.
He removed his hand from Ian’s and placed it back beside him. The struggling singer still chewed the inside of his cheek, set with unease and it was eating him alive. He didn’t know what he was going to do now, he was facing eviction. The harmless snowflake was only mere seconds from breaking down into tears, mere seconds.
Oh woe was he. He really doubted someone like Ian would give a damn about his unfortunate mishap. He cast down his gaze, and moved past Ian murmuring under his breath. “ I must get going..” he said brushing past the other male with liquid grace of dancer. -
Pedri is to cute. Ahh i'm dying.
I am planning to make another character though. a total oddball, literally based off the undertaker, in his persona wise.
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Having a strange obession with death is something that i adore about the undertaker. There is only one rank that i have an eye on for this odd ball.
i shouldn't dispell out details but there is more to him that meets the eye. I am adding another persona to him if needed be.
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JOKER, DOLL, BEAST, SNAKE, DAGGER, - sobs- My children!
- rises hand- I watch supernatural too~ I just stopped after the skin walker epsiode. That eps was disgusting. I love the show though Sam and Dean are hilarious. The return of sass Castiel memes slays me every time. I died each and every time.
Dean: Cast get your feathery ass down here.
Cast: You called b-tch?
Vinny: Keep who? Oh no no no no no.. Not again. No Cleve. No. Do not pull the cute face on me. -
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FULL NAME — IshmaelPAST NAMES — Ame, Hana, Kazu, Henri, a lot really.
GENDER — Gender fluid
{He/him or they/them/their}
AGE — 20-30+ moonsSEXUALITY — “ What? An attraction to those I find attractive..? That is very interesting... I must do more research.”
Freakishly he’s asexual but it’s questioning at this point.
RANK — formerly the MorticianDESIRED RANK — considered to be an outsider.
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PERSONA —
Traits: curious, slightly crazed, as a childlike innocence, morbid, vulgar, death respecting, treats everything like an experiment, wicked smart, anti-social.WRITTEN DESCRIPTION —
The first thing that will be noticed about Ishmael is his almost ghost like appearance. The slender male looking more leaning towards a feminine figure, his pelt is a powdery sliver. The color almost looks like spider silk, that color of pale grey like shiny residue that seems to be what he looks like. The texture of his pelt is amazingly still in perfect condition despite how much neglect the mad scientist is giving to himself of result of a long going experiment. Those glorious marks, the marks that granted that he was chosen by death herself. The same marks that now faded are at times replaced by the tom himself, expect with not much help to himself since he doesn’t know what plants made the marks.
His eyes are really haunting blue eyes, pale and sharp like crystal taking all and everything in around him. All the questions he had for the entire world, nothing that could feed his thirst for knowledge.MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE — his madness is quiet noticeable.
HISTORY — his history actually consist of arches.
“ What is there to know? I had an awkward childhood, an awkward training hood, there is nothing anyone would want to know.”BIGGEST SECRET —
“ Everything is accessible and needs to be known. I must know all..”
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FATHER— Kuro/ Allen
SIBLINGS— none
OTHER RELATIONS — none
MATE — none
OFFSPRING —
“ What? Things created from my….. –Mumbles-“LOVE INTEREST —
“That is funny… Love what is love? It’s an abstract feeling... Does it really drive people to do the utterly stupid things?”[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][img width=510 height=255]http://www.pd4pic.com/images/f…-line-divider-writing.png[/img]
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- Rain
- Flowers
-Silence
- sorting herbs
- finding a dead bodyDISLIKES—
- Loud noise
- Thunder
- Questions regarding himSTRENGTHS—
Amazingly he’s really agile and dead silent on his paws.
WEAKNESSES—
Can’t hold a normal conversation without creeping someone out.
He tends to experiment on himself, out of the risk of himself.
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SCREEN NAME— TaitoAVERAGE MUSE — really high since he’s nuts.
AVERAGE ACTIVITY — SUMMER IS HERE BABY!
SUGGESTIONS — since Ishmael is a walking trigger warning due to his experiments. One of his experiments does involve self- harm. I’ll be brief on that, but will have the warnings up whenever it comes to his posts. Also approach with caution.
QUESTIONS— none
]OTHER — “ I have learned that snow is a cold substance that melts from body warmth. It is also very silent.”
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Ah. He was still have to provide his rent since there was no way he was going sell himself for money. That was below him, but he was almost getting desperate at this point. "Until then i guess I'll see you tomorrow?" He said with the lightest of smiles dancing on his face.
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/ when you have so many songs and have to be lowkey be sneaking about it.
The said blonde stared at the audience that he had gathered. His jaw dropped almost promptly, he couldn't believe it. The blonde rubbed his hands together and hummed under his breath slightly. The now soon to be named ' angel of music,' had appeared. He couldn't believe it, he took a deep breath and walked towards the stage.
He winced at the brightness of the lights, and the eyes that were following him. Each song of course was dedicated to something relating to heartbreak, nothing more, nothing more. Where ever his songs going to be happy, he didn't know. He looked through the sea of people, musing to himself that probably a hundred came to see the blonde sing or rather listen to him.
The mic was there like it was last week, the blonde took a another deep breath. His hands once more held onto the mic, and that was when once more he started to sing. The song itself simply spoke of someone who had probably lost a loved one, and was getting over the angst of grieving. Something that wasn't easy, something that took time itself.
Perhaps he had seen this happen on his usual wanderings? There was no telling with Cecil, although he had found himself scribbling words on anything he could find his hands on. Again it was heartwrenching, and it was once more in the talent of the small blonde. -
Outside. Most certainly outside. He's still considered hard to handle even within the kingdom.
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Spring was a wonderful season. Everything that was dead seemed to be reborn. Everything that lost to the coldness of winter seemed to have sprung back into the full bloom of pastel or pale colors. It gave a heartfelt sense to the world, but how does one exactly feel the warmth of the sun after only losing one that held the key to your own heart? The question had been repeatedly asked as a young man walked down the street aimlessly heading towards the cemetery, it was a ritual that he had been doing since on his own for at least four years. It was still chilly enough for a jacket, the dirty blonde strands only collected the straying flower petals that only adorned his hair now. The small petals belonging to perhaps a sakura tree. Almost all the while his hands held nothing expect a book, a worn book that held no purpose to others, but it was a cherished item to the blonde.
Only the elderly only visit the dead, it seemed to be something that he had taken on his own. A path, something like this that seemed that he would wait until death himself would come and collect him. He was well prepared to die lonesome death until he was reunited with his beloved. At what cost? It wasn’t healthy, the blonde didn’t care. He was already practically dead inside, it was only a matter of time his body came to terms with his soul. There was nothing that could change that, he wasn’t willing to fall in love with someone else. It would feel so wrong.The dull sapphire orbs, once full of life only grazed at the name that was engraved on the tombstone. He had forgotten how long he had screamed himself hoarse or caused a scene that one time. A bittersweet smile slowly moved onto the very lips of the male, he crouched down low enough towards the ground ruffling the dead grass with his fingers. The translucent tears slowly flowed down his face like a river, only coming down in fat droplets. His shoulders shook with silent lamenting, although he was already passed the stages of grief, he was barely reaching acceptance.
“ I knew you’ll be here Leo.”
The blonde seized at the voice, he turned his head towards a pair of sympathetic green orbs. Gritting his teeth in aggravation the blonde would have snapped, but no he didn’t.
“ A sociopath showing empathy who would have known.”
The green eyed male inwardly flinched at the biting tone belonging to the male. Sven shook his own head and gave a shrug of his shoulders. “ At least I am not faking it. There are sociopaths who would have laughed at your misery, only egging you on to complete your endless torment.” He said placing his hands into his own coat.
“Right I stopped been your shrink for how long now?”
“ Ever since Masa died. It wasn’t your fa--..”
“ Don’t you dare! You have no right to say his name, Sven!”
The former patient raised up his hands in defense and exhaled. He exhaled briefly watching his breath turning into mist before saying with the sincere smiles on his face, without the lack of empathy or sympathy that was completely foreign to the dark haired male. “ Very well suit yourself. You are digging yourself a grave that so many are willing to get you out of.”
Sven looked at the lifeless blue orbs bore holes into him, Sven still managed to withstand the look. It was withering, and still physically hurt. Like a parent fixing you, ‘ you are so dead glare’. The dark haired male shrugged his shoulders and was quick enough to depart from the lamenting blonde, not wanting to taint himself with the depressing aura.
Leo ended up following wordlessly, not a single word could be expressed though he gave a one over the shoulder look, and gave a small smile in farewell. As if seeing something that was exactly there, even though it wasn’t.
“ Where are you heading?”
“ Work! Where would I end up being at?”
Leo rolled his eyes giving a small amount of laughter. Sven grinned happily almost boyishly.
Sven ended up leading the depressed blonde towards where only a selective few knew the location of. The brunette was buzzing with excitement, only having the blonde stare at him questionably at him.“ Sven where the hell am I?”
[color=lightgreen]“ Shhh!!!! Only the best place in the world!”
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Sven shifted on both of his feet, eager for a fight but also anxious since it was Leo. He shifted his gaze towards Leo who almost snorted in response to Pax's threat. The ravenette almost felt his mouth fall open, he stared bug eyed at him. Leo who didn’t know where in the name of god his courage was coming from. “ You do realize that it’s allegedy and instant murder even if you dare use your ‘ little friend.’” He said in a cutting tone.
Sven still looked at Leo who now was looking directly at Pax. Souless blue was burning towards a spirited green. Sven who felt it was best if he spoke up now, “[color=lightgreen] Ah boss I think it’s best if you don’t kill my friend here.”
he said looking at Pax.
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Sven who could clearly guess what Leo was about to do, the sociopath ended up tugging the sleeve of the angered blonde trying to prevent him from literally muttering a ancient curse in latin at pax. “ Don’t even think about it..” he hissed lowly looking concerned and just anxious.
Leo gave an uncaring look at Sven, an uncaring look. Sven glared at him, but said nothing. That was until Leo almost grinned from his own talent. Pax might be able to flirt wth just anything just to know how they function, Leo just could read people behaivor and just watch them from a distance. “Fortiter pro timido .” [ Leo noo!!! Don’t get killed so suddenly!!!/ brave words for a coward]
The look on Sven’s face was a picture of shock, amusement, and he was the first thing that started pushing Leo out the damn door. Leo allowed himself to be shoved out, he was chuckling to himself. Sven was quick enough to start muttering insults in rapid spanish at his friend.
Once they both was outside. Sven went loose on Leo.
“ What the fck was that?! I told you don’t even about it! Why did you say that!?!”
Leo was for once laughing. He couldn’t form words, he was leaning against the wall laughing hysterically. He was grinning stupidly at Sven.
Sven shook his head and exhaled through his nose. [color=lightgreen]“ You are going to die… Either from someone or by your own stupidity."
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There were times that Sven hated his job, this was one of them. The ravenette rubbed his hand across his face and gave a glowering glare towards the smirking blonde. “ This is your fcking fault.” He snarled under his breath toward Leo who was still grinning slightly. The drug lord waltzed back towards Pax was. although his hands were raised up in surrender, that wasn’t going to appease the pissed off leader of the entire mafia.
[color=lightgreen]“ Before you decide to shank him.. Let me remind you that you might have angered another member of his family. His younger brother goes by the name of Vincent or Vinny or whatever the fck he calls himself now.”
Said Sven who still held his hands in the air, though he was anxious and avoiding making any sudden movements that would have betrayed of exactly where Leo was standing who was still listening in.
Leo stifled a another snort. This was hilarious to the blonde, was Pax really going to shank him. He was shaking from the hilarity of this, normally he would have been scared out of his mind. But this wasn’t even close to scary, he was falling apart with hysteria. Leo walked from where he was standing a moment ago , again seeing the look of mild placed hororr on Sven’s face. The blonde shrugged his shoulders carelessly, and fought back a grin. The tawny and black haired male looked righteously pissed, this was amusing to him. Was leo a borderline sadist, probably.
He could clearly tell that what he had said earlier in regards to the male, had of course set him off. If they were going to play a game of cat and mouse, Leo probably been the mouse would have vanished from sight. Was he going to aplogize, hell no. Pax had another thing coming if he expect Leo to come to terms and beg for his life. Within an instant the hilarity died in his eyes, returning with the same familiar coldness and soulless apperance.
“ If you are expecting me to apologize for my well placed insult. You have another thing coming, as you can see my rudness runs in my family and it’s quiet a turn on,” He said with a dark chuckle. Sven felt that run down his spine, and he shuddered. Pax was dealing with a man with a broken heart, who hated the world at this point, and didn’t give a damn of what happened next. “Non facile solus irae apta in quis felis.” [You are not the only one who can easily trigger someone into a fit of rage.]
You can say Leo was quiet easily putting Pax into his place. The lurking demon had just met his angel. And this angel was rude has hell and was more than willing to impale him with insults and harsh words. Verbal fights was Leo’s thing, you wonder why his younger brother avoided verbal confronations with his older sibling.
