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Profiles / Quinlan Boyd
« Last post by blue on July 09, 2019, 06:26:20 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name:
Nickname: Quinlan Boyd, Quinney, Quinn, Boyd
Apparent Age: Mid twenties
Occupation: Bartender

APPEARANCE
Once upon a time, Quinney would have been defined as a 'fop' -- in modern days, this translates into a kind of "queer and proud of it!" attitude. About 5'3" and slim, he dresses in bright colors and fitted clothing; dark wash jeans, expensive shoes, rainbow or spiked belts, tight t-shirts short enough that they flash pale stomach when he raises his arms.

His hair is blond with a coppery sheen to it, smooth and straight and falling loose around his face and into eyes that are a muted sort of yellow-green. His skin is peachy cream, his mouth wide and cheerful and prone to bright smiles. He isn't beautiful, not precisely, but he is more than averagely attractive -- it's more charisma than physical, like his appearance and his graceful, easy little movements give away some inner force of being. He seems friendly, cheerful, and likeable.

Around his wrists, Quinlan wears two thick bracelets lined with iron and littered with runes.

PERSONALITY
Quinney is the epitome of upbeat youth. He seems to think of the glass as half-full, not in a naive sort of way but more with understanding that things will turn around eventually. Of course they will. They always do; he has been around long enough to recognize this.

He is also quite thoroughly a hedonist. His idea of a good life is to live in an expensive apartment, to go out to dinner every night, to go to the theater and out dancing and always be moving and exploring and interacting with other people [both intimately and otherwise]. If he were straight -- or even could pretend to be straight -- people might classify him as a 'playboy', wandering from one place to another, quite happy with his expensive things and fancy dinners and park side apartment with a gorgeous view of the water.

Yet, somehow, he keeps himself from becoming too shallow. Or too vapid, at least; he seems disinclined to enter into standard 'deep' relationships of any sort, possibly because he doesn't enjoy watching people wilt away and die around him. He'd much rather dabble than commit, exploring as much of a person's core as he can in a limited amount of time and then leaving them behind to forget him -- or not, as the case may be.

IMPRESSIONS
His bracelets seem to be iron; they seem heavier than they really are.
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Profiles / Juniper
« Last post by blue on July 09, 2019, 10:31:15 AM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Juniper
Nickname:
Apparent Age: Late teens.
Occupation: No.

APPEARANCE
Slim and slight, barely five foot two, Juniper looks, acts, and dresses a bit like jailbait. His features are fine and androgynous; with a bit of work, he could easy choose to pass as a girl instead of as a young man, especially with his smooth face, his sharp nose, the heavy lashes that line his eyes. He has his brother's features but softened. Where Rowan's cheeks are sharp, his still hold a bit of baby fat. His eyes are a more muted, sea green. His hair, also fair, holds a bit of a rosy tone to it, and is cropped around his jaw to float wild like a dandelion around his face.

He has embraced human fashion, but he hasn't done it entirely successfully. This means that he mixes band t-shirts and jeans with the finer fae fabrics, layering tattered sweatshirts over intricate green clothing. He wears too many belts, too many bracelets, too many necklaces. He adores sneakers, even with formal wear. He barely even seems to bother blending in with the world around him.

PERSONALITY
The youngest son, Juniper is used to getting his way, and when he doesn't, isn't afraid to dissolve into hysterics to get it. The fine manners his brothers were taught haven't landed on him: instead, he is impetuous, demanding, casually unkind, and sometimes intentionally cruel. He has no patience.

Of course, he is still young, as his father reminds people often -- affectionately, tired. Everyone acted a bit self-centered when they were young. Just give him time, and he'll grow out of it.

IMPRESSIONS
Juniper wants everything around him, and when he demands it, people have a tendency to give in. He is too pretty to be human.
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Profiles / Beanna
« Last post by Beejoux on July 08, 2019, 10:54:42 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Beanna
Nickname: -
Apparent Age: Late twenties
Occupation: Dignitary

APPEARANCE
FACECLAIM: Elizabeth Debicki
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 178lbs
Eye Color: Pale grey blue
Hair Color: White blonde
Hair Style: Waist length, with a gentle wave to it, but she almost always has it drawn back away from her face.
Skin Color: Milky pale.
Physique: Tall, lithe, modelesque. 

PERSONALITY


IMPRESSIONS
Initially nothing other than a slight prickling of other, but time spent in her presence can leave a person feeling on edge, restless, or even anxious.
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Profiles / Pine
« Last post by blue on July 08, 2019, 09:55:53 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Pine
Nickname:
Apparent Age: Late twenties, maybe thirty.
Occupation: Ambassador

APPEARANCE
In a world of fae, Pine looks like a beast of a man: six foot four with a square jaw and slightly-curly auburn hair, heavy brows and hazel eyes. In the world of humans, he just looks like a man; muscled but not built, perhaps a bit overly pretty with a soft mouth and an appealing smile.

For a long time, he struggled to blend with the light-boned fae around him. He hid his (human, rounded) ears. He shaved often for baby-smooth skin. In recent days, however, it seems he’s moved to embrace it, in a way that’s half contrary: sporting a closely-cropped beard utterly unlike his brothers, his hair braided back in a messier style than the ornate concoctions that are so common at court.

His clothing, however, is impeccable and of the latest fashion, carefully tailored to fit him perfectly. He opts for bold greens and golds, leaning toward vine and leaf motifs in honor of his family, but with a strong military vibe.

Altogether, it leaves him looking more soldier than fae, out of place – but comfortably so.

PERSONALITY
At some point in his youth, Pine learned that some of his peers would never like or accept him. Instead of being crushed by it, he decided to view them in the same way: choosing who he likes, making friends or allies where he can and labeling the rest as enemies.

The result is a twofold nature. He knows how to speak, knows the rules of the game, and so when he misspeaks in a way that might insult, his friends know that it was intentional instead of an oversight. He insults with compliments that fall short of the expected, has a smile that can bite into people for its insincerity. False praise that falls from his lips is cold and calculating and leaves its mark. He is never rude, not directly, but he makes his displeasure known in small ways.

IMPRESSIONS
Pine is very physical strong, capable, but he also seems fundamentally human. Which is strange, since he's introduced as a prince of the fae.
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Profiles / Fletcher Lewis
« Last post by Beejoux on July 08, 2019, 09:47:28 PM »
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ESSENTIALS
Name: Fletcher James Lewis
Nickname: Fletch, Thrush
Apparent Age: 25
Occupation: Composer, songwriter, musician

APPEARANCE
FACECLAIM: Machine Gun Kelly, only with red hair and freckles, and minus the expansive tattoos
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 186lbs
Eye Color: Bright sky blue
Hair Color: On the darker orange side of the ginger spectrum.
Hair Style: Buzzed short on the sides and left long on top.  Left artfully messy most often, but occasionally styled back.
Skin Color: Pale, covered in freckles from hairline to feet.  Has a tattoo on his collarbone that reads "I feel it in my bones" with a splash of blue water color behind it.
Physique: Tall and lanky with a sort of awkward grace he's not even aware of.  Not exactly fit, but not soft anywhere. 

PERSONALITY


IMPRESSIONS
Nothing apparent or obvious until you hear him singing in person.  Then it's a little easier to connect to the music.  The emotions conveyed a little stronger. 
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Profiles / Ferris
« Last post by blue on July 03, 2019, 09:55:06 PM »
ESSENTIALS
  • Name: Ferris
  • Nicknames: Ferris
  • Age and Birth Date: Looks mid-twenties, young.
  • Occupation: Rowan's bodyguard/chauffeur
APPEARANCE

About 5'10", Ferris is tall for a girl but average for a man, with an extremely neutral shape -- narrow and straight hips, no butt, flat chest, skinny arms and legs. Sharp around the jaw, Ferris's features are androgynous, sharp of jaw and narrow of mouth, with huge eyes that change color frequently in a baffling and random manner. White-gold hair might be cropped short and masculine, lending a male strength to the line of an otherwise delicate neck, or grown out in a waterfall down over skinny shoulders, leaving Ferris bafflingly soft and feminine. Skin is dark, chocolatey, unblemished.

PERSONALITY

Ferris is cold: at first near-silence, unwilling to let anyone through, which makes them ideal as a bodyguard. It's hard to bribe or get to someone who doesn't let you get close, and who doesn't much seem to *like* anyone in particular. Ferris can, however, put on whatever face he needs -- literally and emotionally -- which means that there are other personalities that they can pull out if needs be. They're a decent actor, when they need to be, so long as there's no real emotional involvement.

IMPRESSIONS
Ferris makes no effort to hide the shift in their features: sometimes more masculine, sometimes less, different colored hair or skin or eyes. They also never lie.
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Profiles / Re: Lei Harlow Black
« Last post by Ende on June 26, 2019, 05:44:37 PM »
Lei seems to have picked up and dropped into town with little to his name, though the funds to pick up the essentials.
A google search will at least match up his name with blurry photos of a recluse whom was apparently starting to shake up the world of fashion before he was involved in an accident 2 years ago. The accident killed the driver of the car he was in, and substance abuse was implied at least for the driver.
He currently runs a podcast specializing in cryptic style stories, presenting them with a curious balance between suggesting belief and skepticism.
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Profiles / Rowan
« Last post by blue on June 25, 2019, 03:21:46 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Rowan
Nickname: No.
Apparent Age: Mid to late 20s
Occupation: Old Rich

APPEARANCE
FC: ??

Rowan is pretty like a sword: lean and sharp-edged and dangerous and pristine. His skin is fair and flawless, not marred by so much as a freckle; his cheekbones and sharp and his chin delicately pointed; his mouth is soft and full; his eyes are grass green lined with long, fair lashes; his hair is long and straight and golden blonde, nearly to his waist.

His style suits this. It's modern but elegant; he tends toward suits, but suits with a twist. Perhaps it's a suit in a delicate paisley. Maybe it's jeans threaded through with silver threads. Maybe his t-shirt, carefully tailored, has a splash of green ivy across the front. However, it's never casual, and it's never careless. He puts thought into what he wears, and it always looks perfectly pristine and put together.

He accents it with jewelry, fine silver or gold looped through his ear or adoring his fingers or looped several times around his neck or woven into the complicated plait down his spine. It's always a lot. It's never too much.

PERSONALITY
Rowan is a young man who's always gotten what he wants, and it shows: not in wild temper tantrums or whining but in the simple way he demands attention and forcefully directs a conversation. He doesn't cringe at the word 'no'; he just works around it.

When he needs to, he can be charming. And when he needs to, he can be ruthless. Most of the time, he's a bit bof both.

IMPRESSIONS
Rowan is too pretty to be human. He loves green things, pretty things, and sweet things. He hates cold things and iron.
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Profiles / Lei Harlow Black
« Last post by Ende on June 24, 2019, 07:13:30 PM »
ESSENTIALS
Name: Lei Harlow Black
Nickname: N/A
Apparent Age: 23
Occupation: Podcaster - uses a pen name, lives on Patreon funds.

APPEARANCE White blonde hair, and spring blue-green that seem to change color based on mood. Looks younger than he is thanks to fine bones and oddly 'exotic' features, something unusual about them that's hard to pin down. Tends to wear black t-shirts and thrift store jeans. Favorite accessory is a punk style jean jacket including a mix of patches and even what seems to be an old t-shirt safety pinned to the back. Lots of bracelets, do something to hide old scars but he tends to ignore any question of comment about them. Skate shoes are his go-to.

PERSONALITY
Comes off as very happy and outgoing, but sometimes that can be seen to slip to something far less happy. Tends to brush off any discomfort.

IMPRESSIONS Clearly more than human, but hard to pin down - very popular with animals. Seems to prefer them to people over all. 
Attempts to use magic against him react in curious and unexpected ways.
Has an 'uncanny' knack of feeling people out.
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Roleplaying / Re: Fire Fire (Rabi x Tucker)
« Last post by blue on June 24, 2019, 01:40:55 PM »
Quote from: “Beejoux”
The younger man didn't seem to notice at first, attention down on the pin as he smoothed his thumb over the warm colored gem stones, turning it slowly like he was studying the design.
Quote from: “blue”
He couldn't watch anymore, after a minute or two. Instead, Rabi took a few steps away to poke around Tucker's room in an almost annoyed way. Which was, perhaps, awkward: having your teacher in the same place as your dirty underwear.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
The little prick on his thumb had closed up by now, forgotten almost completely in the chaos that'd followed. Tucker glanced at it now, rubbing his pinky over the spot as he wondered over how long ago he'd last gotten a tetanus boaster.

He seemed to be ignoring his teacher still, at least until he spoke up. "What did you mean when you said he could feel that I'd taken this?
Quote from: “blue”
"What do you think I meant?" Now he ponteddly didn't look at Tucker, but focused on the art on the wall. The hairpin still felt warm in Tucker's hand, but no longer pulled at him for blood. Not right now anyway.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
What he thought didn't seem possible. "Like a sixth sense sort of knowing, guess? But how?" He was turning the pin idly in his hands now, watching the way the light from his window was caught by the stones.
Quote from: “blue”
Rabi shrugged in reply, still not particularly helpful, but after a moment he licked his lips and continued. "What's it feel like to you?"
Quote from: “Beejoux”
Tucker shrug as well, head tilting as he considered it. "Old. Warm, even for having been in my pocket." He frowned, remembering back to that moment when he'd first picked it up, before he'd pricked his finger. "And it's weird, but there's something else there, and it was different when I first grabbed it, before I nicked my thumb."
Quote from: “blue”
That made Rabi grimace, flicking him a look. Brief. Maybe it also made it hard to give the thing up, a bit, that tie. "you haven't even put it down."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
He blinked, looking up finally and across the room. "You just tricked me into stealing it, and burned a goose down. I think I'll hold only it for now, thanks." But even still. Even if Mahar wasn't there, he probably wouldn't have.
Quote from: “blue”
"I doubt I caught John in the fire." It was both a condolence and expressed with disappointment.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"What did he do to you?" Because he had to have done something to deserve his house being burned down.
Quote from: “blue”
"Held onto that thing too long." He nodded to the hairpin and smiled, sudden and sharp. Slightly threatening.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
It just had blue eyes narrowing defiantly. "And what is this to you? Why did you need me?"
Quote from: “blue”
"I don't need you. If I had that, I'd be gone already." He nodded to the hairpin, sliding his hands into his pockets.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"Then why didn't you just take it yourself?" Unless he was planning on implicating Tucker in the theft or the fire, but he didn't think that was it, and he wasn't going to provide the idea by voicing it.
Quote from: “blue”
"I couldn't go into his desk." rabi shrugged slowly, hands still in his pockets.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"The key was hanging on the wall by the door, you knew where it was. You told me where it was. So why couldn't you just do it yourself?" He'd closed his fingers around the pin, hiding it almost completely from view.
Quote from: “blue”
"Why can't you fly?" this time his shrug was more of a roll of his shoulders, tense. "Sky's there. Just lift off."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
He stared at him for a moment, and the frustration was coming back. "Why can't you just answer my questions?" Evasive Fuck.
Quote from: “blue”
"Free will and choice are incredibly valuable things, Mr. Williams. I take advantage of what I get." He raised both eyebrows.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"Great." Tucker sounded tired and annoyed as he rolled back up. "That's awesome." He stood, by passed the task of pulling his shoes back on and instead just moved towards the door with the intention of letting himself out.
Quote from: “blue”
Rabi watched him with his head tilted, considering. "Just because you take it for granted doesn't mean I have to."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
He didn't even pause as he reached for the door knob. "Mmhmm." And walked out into the hall.
Quote from: “blue”
He got about half the hall away before Rabi stepped out beside him again, without a sound, as if he just appeared there.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
The sudden appearance made him jerk and he smacked hard into the wall beside him. "Jesus Christ, can you not!". It was just like what had happened in the house, and Tucker glowered back at him.
Quote from: “blue”
"This is why your work suffers." Rabi still had his hands in his pockets, still looked casual. Was still barefoot.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
He pressed a have into the wall to straighten up so her could keep walking again, also barefoot at this point. "Not really my top concern at the moment, but thanks, I'll chew on that for a while."
Quote from: “blue”
"I doubt it." Rabi followed him, half turned to glance back down the hall. "You think about very little other than the now."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"The now is the safest place for me to dwell." He turned a corner into stairwell, practically bouncing as he moved swiftly down them.
Quote from: “blue”
Rabi let him get away, then; Tucker got peace and quiet in the stairwell. Until he hit the bottom, where Rabi was waiting. "How safe is it really?"
Quote from: “Beejoux”
It was both surprising and it wasn't, which didn't remove any of the what the fuck about it. Tucker paused, looked like he was about to ask yet again how the hell the older man was doing that, but decided against it with a shake of his head as he tried to maneuver around him to make for the front doors. "Safer than the past, that's for sure."
Quote from: “blue”
"So long as you're holding onto that, it's extremely unsafe." He said it smoothly, pivoting to follow in Tucker's wake. "Do you know how many of its previous owners have died horribly?
Quote from: “Beejoux”
He didn't hold the front door for the other man but he doubted it'd slow him down much. "Nope, why don't you enlighten me."
Quote from: “blue”
"At least sixteen, but it depends on how you define horribly." it didn't slow him down at all.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"How many from mysterious fires?" He glanced back at him but didnt stop. He wasn't sure if he believed that or not.
Quote from: “blue”
"Eight or ten." He said it smoothly, unapologetic.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"So do people want it if it's so dangerous to posses?" He didn't know where he was going, had just picked a sidewalk and was following it.
Quote from: “blue”
"Why do you want it?" He shrugged again, eyes sliding away. They seemed brighter again.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"Because you made me steal it for you, and I want to know why." That wasn't the only reason, but he didnt understand the reluctance he felt about handing it over.
Quote from: “blue”
"I didn't make you do anyhing. I didn't even push. In fact, I didn't even ask you, in the end." There was a flicker of real annoyance behind it, heat. "I just told you where it was."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
That made Tucker stop, and he half turned, meeting the heat in Mahar's eyes with coldness in his own. "You manipulated me."
Quote from: “blue”
"This brings us back to the free will issue." It was smooth and still without any kind of repentance. "You have it. You can do as you like."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
"That being the case, I think I'll take advantage of my free will to hang onto this thing for a little while." Defiant still, almost challenging. "And your eyes are all weird again."
Quote from: “blue”
He had to blink them back toward normal, assessing. "Where are we going?"
Quote from: “Beejoux”
Tucker made a small sound, like something had just been confirmed for him. "I was trying to get away from you and your circular responses, but you're preventing that from happening."
Quote from: “blue”
"I'd rather not let you out of my sight while you're holding onto that." He smiled again, sharp. "As awkward as it might get...."
Quote from: “Beejoux”
He just stared back, assessing. "I know something weirds going on. I'm not blind, and I'm not stupid."
Quote from: “blue”
"No?" It was casually mocking, his head cocked to one side.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
It looked, for just a second, as if Tucker were battling with a strong urge to pop the man right in that smug face, but then he turned and started walking again. "If you want me to consider giving this thing back then gotta tell me what's going on." He sank his hand in to his pocket, thumb pressing into faceted stones. "It's your choice."
Quote from: “blue”
"I can be patient." He said it and then he was gone, instead of following in Tucker's footsteps again.
Quote from: “Beejoux”
It wasn't an answer but it did mean he got a little quiet and time to himself to actually process what had happened. He ended up staying away from the dorms for couple of hours. It was close to four by the time he let himself back into his room, a half empty to-go cup in his hand from the Sonic located a few blocks away.
Quote from: “blue”
Rabi was sprawled out on his bed, legs stretched out, and his expression lit up at the sight of the food. Partly it was because he was so skinny; he probably needed food. But partly it had to be due to the smell that clung to the room: slightly sweet, but mostly marijuana.
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