A Frewheeling Walk-In RP [O/A]

[iEverNeon]

Welcome to █████████

[To preserve the identities of those involved, the city's name has been removed It has henceforth been referred to as "The City" for the sake record keeping.]

It's a city in the US. English is the main spoken language, there's a light snowfall and the city is at peace... for now...



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4. Post profiles directly onto the thread.
5. Try to maintain at least semi-literacy.
6. Stuff and nonsense.
7. Nonsense and stuff.
8. Have fun.

With that, I declare this thread OPEN!

[iEverNeon]

Name: Animus Aurelius
Age: 24
Race: Demigod
Appearance: Animus

[A Beat Spider]

Name: Hal Townsend
Age: 31
Race: Looks human, smells human, has 98% of the aura of a human.
Appearance: He is rather plain looking, 5'8'' in height with an average build. His skin is light tan. His hair is a muddy brown color and is just long enough to be pulled back into a small ponytail. His eyes are brown, and he is myopic and so wears glasses. He typically wears dark jeans, a t-shirt of earthly colors, a jacket that is purple on the outside and black on the inside, a dark grey baseball cap, black hiking shoes and black gloves. He carries a brown backpack. He often appears either very nervous or very curious, and sometimes expressionless. [pics]
Other: Has two cats and a dog.

[iEverNeon]

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»Animus Aurelius«

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⌠Location: Streets⌡

⌠Mood: Annoyed⌡

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¶ Animus stepped into the city limits, the snow that fell seemed to get lost in his white-grey hair. The one-armed man began walking down the street, his breath fogging up and the knightly visor seeming to emanate a faint glow from within. He looked very regal, very knightly. And that meant that he probably had money. Unfortunately for the people of the city, they didn't know that the God of Technology, Machinaeus, was his father. All demigods that are recognized by their parents have the last name Aurelius, actually.

"Hey. Give me your money!" a brutish voice called from behind him. Animus raised his hand and turned towards the voice slowly, noting the man was also armed with a firearm. Animus' frown deepened and he responded,h is voice having a slight English accent to it. "Get your own." He said frankly, his right shoulder suddenly seeming to burst to life, a clawed mechanical hand rushing from his side to knock the gun out of the man's hand, electricity buzzing through the air, which was, indeed, coming from the man's right arm. After the gun was flung away, Animus grabbed the man's neck with his mechanical hand, his frown softening slightly. The man, as if guided by instinct, reached to grab the arm of the hand that had seized him by the neck, only to be severely electrocuted. Animus retracted his arm at that, leaving the man on the ground for the police to deal with. A demigod had very little time for petty thugs.

Well, there went his secret. Now everyone knew about his arm, and he had tried so desperately to keep it a secret. Hopefully the rest of his day went better that this...

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[Minuet of the Nightingale]

Name: Erica Silverman
Age: 23
Race: Fae blooded human - she was born to human parents, both of which had inter-racial ancestry that resulted in a recessive gene for magic to 're-awaken' in Erica.
Appearance: Erica is short; standing 4'9, she has trouble finding pants that fit without alteration and never did grow tall enough to reach to cookie jar her mother kept on top of the fridge without a chair or stool. She weighs just under 100lbs, and is best described at having a 'triangle' body shape. Her hair is an unruly mess of brown curls that are so dark, they almost look black. Her skin is slightly tanned and she has a splatter of freckles on her nose, cheeks, and shoulders. The only thing that Erica posses that would indicate she's not fully human are her eyes; they're a mottled gray in colour, with a dark near black ring around the outer edge of her iris. The truly magical thing about them is that if one were to look closely, they'd notice the colours are constantly shifting as if a storm is brewing just beneath the surface.
Other: Erica loves fashionable scarves, big bags (so she can carry 'all the things'), and sugary drinks.

[DarkGuardian5924]

Name: Talos
Age: 24
Race: Drow
Appearance: Talos not really human at all weighed up to around 180 through 190 pound stud up to 5"6, and always clothed himself in something dark along with an amulet an a garnet ring upon his right hand. What really signified him was the scar he possessed upon the right side of his jaw, an his blood like eye's that held no other color an appeared to almost be flowing as if blood itself wood.
Other: Has a hidden feature upon the back of his neck that is black an can turn red for those few whom are lucky enough to still be alive to notice it. Usually can be found in the local tavern, or on the outskirts of town.

[DarkGuardian5924]

Talos remains seated at the tavern as a man comes up to him an whispers something in his ear. Talos nods to the man an steps out of the Tavern looking around to find just down the road a what appears to be a young man with an oddly shaped arm walking about with the man behind him cowering away. Talos smirks a bit an shacks his head looking downward with a slight chuckle. After which he gradually walks over to the demi god whit his arms folded behind his back to prove he means no ill intent. "Hello there young man my name is Talos welcome to the city. I'm sorry if that oaf over there caused you any trouble perhaps I can make up for it." He says with a bit of grace in his movements as he speaks.

The snow still falling as Talos waits for the being to respond Talos bows ever so slightly after his introduction. An holds his right hand out offering him free passage if he wishes to decline an steps off to the side a bit. Doing all this Talos never takes his eye's off the man almost as to study the creature a bit before letting veering his sights else where. The cold vacates the premises even more so now than before an the stormy weather remains as chilling as before with the slight snow still bearing town upon the city. Talos can almost fill the air it'self stealing his breath away an engraving his lungs with it's frosty bite. Talos was never much for the cold preferred heat an seldom took the position to be out in weather such as this.

[A Beat Spider]

iEverNeon

DarkGuardian5924

Hal Townsend was making his way home after a successful outing in the city. Nothing eventful had happened, but he had observed some interesting folk and then had gone exploring in the storm drain system under the city. He had it nearly completely mapped out by now. Perhaps one or two more trips would do it, assuming he did not uncover a whole new section of drains. Wouldn't that be exciting? He thought he should make use of some of the never-visited portions of the subterranean system. Perhaps some kind of spy device, or expand it into secret tunnels, or maybe even--

Wait, did that guy across the street only have one arm? More importantly, what was that thing on his face? Hal slowed his pace, his head bowed against the snow drifting lazily from the dark clouds above, and tried not to stare, watching as best as he could from his peripheral vision. It was not as though seeing a human missing a limb was unusual. He saw it now and then, and pitied them for their inability to regain their lost limbs. As the thought was fleeing his mind, he saw more movement, and turned his head to watch as a large-bodied man with a pistol was making his way quickly toward the crippled man. Oh, this won't end well. I wonder if I should help... He began to remove his backpack, but had only gotten one strap off when something uncanny happened, and he would presently find out that the "crippled" man needed no help. A mechanical hand grew out of the man's shoulder, attached by a stream of blue electricity. The assailant's gun was swept away and the hand wrapped around the thug's neck. The thug reached for the hand and electrocuted himself. Hal thought that whatever happened next would be brutal and violent, but instead, the mechanical-armed man simply dropped his assailant to the ground and continued on his way.

Hal was stunned by what he had seen. He had seen plenty of electricity, and plenty of mechanical parts, but never anything quite like this. What was it? He had to know! His curiosity would have it no other way. He let his backpack slide all the way off now and pretended to dig through it in search of something, waiting for the intriguing electrical man to gain some distance. Once that happened, Hal replaced his backpack on his shoulders and continued onward, but this time to follow the man with the visor.

But then, another individual approached the man. This individual had grey skin and red eyes, so definitely was no normal human. Hal thought that the visored man was about to be assaulted again, but instead the newcomer seemed to be greeting him. Hal narrowed his eyes slightly. This just got even more interesting! He ceased his pace for the moment and withdrew what looked like a large cell phone from his pocket, and he busied himself with "texting" on it, which was of course just another excuse for him to remain in the area without being suspicious.

[Minuet of the Nightingale]

Eяιcα Sιℓνєямαη, тнє Fαє Bℓσσ∂є∂
yoυr нαɴdѕ proтecт тнe ғlαмeѕ ғroмт тнe wιld wιɴdѕ αroυɴd yoυ

Her head tipped back, gray eyes on the cloudy sky, and mouth open to catch falling snow flakes on her tongue, Erika Silverman definitely gave off the impression of being far younger then her 23 years. She didn't mind terribly at times like these; most people let her get away with small things that they would judge an adult for if they thought her to be a teenager. Of course, at bars it was a hassle, and she had attracted more then one creep, but she was learning to accept that there wasn't really much she could do to change her appearance. Aside from maybe a spell or two, but none of them permanent.

Letting her eyes flutter shut, the petite girl stood on the side walk for a bit longer, arms flung out to her sides and frozen water droplets landing on her upturned face like frozen kisses from winter sprites. Light snow falls like these were always magical in Erika's opinion. Maybe she was some sort of ice fae? Or she could just like the cold. It's not like that was unheard of. Dropping her arms to her side, she gave her head a quick shake to let her curls and hat fall back into place and then tucked her chin, mouth and nose behind the silvery scarf she wore about her neck. It wasn't the best garment for warming her rosy cheeks, but Erika regularly put fashion before convenience and practicality.

And now that she was snapping back to reality, it dawned on her that she really had nowhere's to be. The only reason she was even standing out here was because she had seen the snow. The brown haired girl looked over her shoulder at her apartment building, but she wasn't eager to return to the small room she rented out. It was to warm in there; her neighbours had their heat up high and it was seeping into her place. "Mmmm, I'll go get a drink then," she announced out loud. A woman who'd been hurrying past stopped and glanced at her, as if wondering if Erika had been speaking to her before hurrying off.

By drink, she actually meant a hot chocolate from the nearest cafe be it franchise or privately owned. She was more or less new to this part of town, having moved out of her parents basement three weeks ago to be closer to her work, and still hadn't really explored the area. Now was as good a time as any! So off Erika went, marching down the sidewalk purpose in her eyes. Her feet carried her all of two blocks before the hair on the back of her neck started to rise, and the sensation of butterflies in her stomach told there that there was something, or someone, particularly powerful nearby.

Or she those eggs she had eaten for breakfast were in fact, starting to go bad. She pressed a hand to stomach, brow knitting together and looked down the road she had been about to cross. She couldn't see much from where she was, except that there were three figures standing in the area, and a fourth on the ground. 'It's none of your business, Erika.' She told herself. She stood routed in place regardless.

Looĸ oυт тo тнe ғυтυre, вυт ιт тellѕ yoυ ɴoтнιɴɢ. So тαĸe αɴoтнer вreαтн.

[iEverNeon]

DarkGuardian5924

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»Animus Aurelius«

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⌠Location: Streets⌡

⌠Mood: Calm⌡

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¶ Animus looked at this other man who was... apologizing to him. "You have nothing to apologize for. That man was not under your control, or so I would assume." Animus stated, his voice as expressionless as it normally was. "But, I do not shake with my right hand. You can understand why." Animus stated, holding up his mechanical hand, the cyan light in the middle faintly pulsing, as if with some unknown power. "If you still wish to continue the courtesy, I will offer my left hand, if that would not be an insult to you." He stated, his right arm's electricity seeming to become more stable. Whether that was due to his mood or it having been recently activated and just now having settled down.

He heard shuffling and footsteps behind him as the man who attempted to 'stick him up' fled. Animus, not wanting to leave the gun behind, held his arm out towards it, extending his arm out to grab it, even though it was a good 10 feet away. He then retracted his arm and looked at the firearm, crushing it into an unusable mass of metal and plexiglass. "And how would you plan to 'make this up' to me?" He asked, his mouth twisting, his expression now suggesting one of awkwardness.

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[DarkGuardian5924]

Talos looked up in the same general direction capturing a the sight of yet another gun being pulverized, and with a pause he smirked a bit. " Appears your arm has caught the eye's of many perhaps it not wise to use it so..... openly ." With that said he shook the mans other hand an folded his own hands behind his back. " I'm still up for that drink when your ready, and if the mood has evaded you well then.... perhaps another time. " Talos soon after began walking off back to the tavern hoping to heat himself back up from this chilling climate. An to find some more peaceful surroundings along the way.

As such soon after getting there he sat back down at his usual spot an ordered another scotch on the rocks. The fire place savoring him the heat an warming the chill he gathered from outside. Talos swirled the ice around in his cup watching it melt as he felt the cold vapors do so from himself. He listened to the music playing off in the distance some where an rather enjoy'd the tune. Humming along with it some he drank a seldom sip from his cup simply enjoying the solitude of the atmosphere. An blissfully soaking in the delights around him.

[iEverNeon]

DarkGuardian5924

A Beat Spider

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»Animus Aurelius«

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⌠Location: Streets⌡

⌠Mood: Calm⌡

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¶ "As much an honor as I'm sure that would be, I'm afraid I don't drink." Animus stated, shaking the man's left hand and allowing the crushed firearm to fall to the street from his right hand. "I would not be objected to meeting up later, however." Animus stated plainly, and gave a nod. He let his arms gently rest at his sides and watched as the being whom he'd just spoken to walked away. He then looked around, seeing many people staring at him. However, one in particular caught his eye. (If he has them, nobody's seen his eyes. xD) Animus looked both ways and then cautiously crossed the street. His father wouldn't help him here, even if he could. "You there." He stated to the being. The aura emitted by this being was bugging him, not because it was way off and going crazy... but more because it wasn't. It was just barely off, and his visor had caught that. "Who are you?" Animus stated with a tone of authority, backed up by his obviously abnormal height. An intimidating 6'7" even if his build was wiry. (Technology puns, ha!)

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[Tippie Toe]

Name: Annabelle Evon Dawson (Anna for short.)
Age: Twenty-three years of age.
Race: Demon
Appearance: [Annabelle]
Other:
- Despite being a race of hell, she tends to lean more on the neutral side, balancing herself between good and evil.

[Tippie Toe]

Annabelle had decided to take a walk. Whatever had made her decide to leave the comfort of her dwelling, she didn't know, but she had the urge to wander around this night. Recently, she found herself staying in doors, due to the fact the humans were becoming more...aware of them, which meant they were more likely to act out. People coming after her with wooden stakes and fire wasn't exactly the kinds of things Annabelle wanted to look forward to.

She pulled her coat a little tighter around her as she continued her path, staying on the outskirts of the city, making sure there wasn't anything crazy going on before she decided to head a bit farther in. Despite being non-human, she could feel temperatures. The slow, molasses, beating of her heart made her look and feel more alive than she really was. Where was the nearest place that wasn't too far in the city? She contemplated this question for a moment, debating if she really wanted to go anywhere or just turn back home. A night out wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? The tavern would be an okay place to check, right? Running a hand through her strawberry-blonde hair, pulling it from her face, she decided that she'd head towards it and decide then.

Even with her relaxed pace of walking, it took her no more than fifteen minutes to reach the familiar tavern. Yet, as she grew closer to the building, she notice a rather odd sight. It seemed there was a little run in outside of it that drew the attention of not only her, but quite a few others. With a bit of haste, she peeked through the crowd, able to catch a wee bit of what had happened before the two men shook hands, and one walked off. Yet, it seemed the one who stayed called out one of the onlookers. A female who had been there before herself. Annabelle felt her stomach drop just a bit, a bit scared for the girl, but it wasn't her fight to pick, even if something were to go down. Sure, Anna was 5'2" tall and didn't look menacing in the least bit, but she could be called a bit of a pro at neck snapping. But recently, she'd just been trying to stay out of trouble's way, or at least for a little while. Maybe it would be best for her to get something to drink from the tavern and then be on her way back to safety. It would be stupid to linger any longer. A fight would only raise more suspicion.

With that thought, she swiftly moved inside the tavern, instantly noticing the warmth it provided and the tunes that were played. It was a comfortable atmosphere, one in which made her feel more at ease than she had been before. Though, Anna wasn't sure if that was such a good thing or not. Taking a seat at the bar, she ordered a Jack and Coke, she was in the simple kind of mood today anyway. One drink. One drink and then she'd go back. Maybe it was a good thing she came out at night finally, though, she'd missed her nightly walks, and besides, one drink wouldn't be a problem.




iEverNeon


DarkGuardian5924


Minuet of the Nightingale

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A Beat Spider

Sorry I was in such a hurry to get this up I totally skimmed over your name. ;-;