Malediictus
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- Posted: Thu, 12 Apr 2012 15:41:36 +0000
Name: Thomas Kane.
Age: Late twenties.
Appearance: A lean. rangy male of great height. Straw-coloured greasy hair cut close to the head, patchily-coloured pale skin with dark circles under his eyes. High cheekbones, broad nose and thick lips. Stubble adorns his chin. His one good feature are his eyes, heavily lidded with long golden lashes and eyes the colour of the palest blue. Black tattoos cover his hairy arms. The smell of stale smoke hangs around him.
"Nay," he said, grinning a little as he shook his head at the foolishness of this young gentleman sitting in front of him. "Humans are like roaches. We'd live through anyfink, anyfink at all."
A large hand was held up, fingers ticking down as he went through the list.
"Most faeries are done dead an' gone. Heaven an' Hell ain't too bovvered wiv us. We've lived through three apocalypses, and that's only in th' nineties an' them are jes' the prophecies that made it outta to th' vanilla public. Ain't no-one's heard about Billy an' his Kraken, an' that 'uns are a sure sight more real an' dangerous than them bullshite prophecies. An' whot's more? We's entertainment. I don't fink whatever higher powers would want to wipe us out wiv only a coupla years of funnin' in."
A pause, and then he rubbed his chin with his thumb, the only finger that had not been tucked into his palm.
"Talkin' about higher powers, I don't fink many of 'em see eye to eye on th' whole apocalypse thing, yanno. They all want their apocalypse to be th' one that wipes Earth out, so they're gonna try to thwart other apocalypses soooo, y'know." He made a shrug, held out his hands as if to say, "What can you do?"
"So me finks. Ain't no worries on the apocalypse front on that side of things, if yer talkin' about them's supernatural matters. It's only our own vanilla kind we gotta worry about, whot with nuclear bombs lyin' around all over the place ...Th' real evil is inside th' heart of humans, aye? Hell an' Heaven, ain't got nothin' on us."
"Welp, now's we done wiv that line of chatter, let's turn our minds to th' next question, which is ..." He rubbed his hands together and grinned, looking around expectantly at the gathered. One of them was unfortunate enough to catch his wandering eye. "Ay, you! You believe in souls? Fink they're any real use in the daily scheme of things?"
Age: Late twenties.
Appearance: A lean. rangy male of great height. Straw-coloured greasy hair cut close to the head, patchily-coloured pale skin with dark circles under his eyes. High cheekbones, broad nose and thick lips. Stubble adorns his chin. His one good feature are his eyes, heavily lidded with long golden lashes and eyes the colour of the palest blue. Black tattoos cover his hairy arms. The smell of stale smoke hangs around him.
"Nay," he said, grinning a little as he shook his head at the foolishness of this young gentleman sitting in front of him. "Humans are like roaches. We'd live through anyfink, anyfink at all."
A large hand was held up, fingers ticking down as he went through the list.
"Most faeries are done dead an' gone. Heaven an' Hell ain't too bovvered wiv us. We've lived through three apocalypses, and that's only in th' nineties an' them are jes' the prophecies that made it outta to th' vanilla public. Ain't no-one's heard about Billy an' his Kraken, an' that 'uns are a sure sight more real an' dangerous than them bullshite prophecies. An' whot's more? We's entertainment. I don't fink whatever higher powers would want to wipe us out wiv only a coupla years of funnin' in."
A pause, and then he rubbed his chin with his thumb, the only finger that had not been tucked into his palm.
"Talkin' about higher powers, I don't fink many of 'em see eye to eye on th' whole apocalypse thing, yanno. They all want their apocalypse to be th' one that wipes Earth out, so they're gonna try to thwart other apocalypses soooo, y'know." He made a shrug, held out his hands as if to say, "What can you do?"
"So me finks. Ain't no worries on the apocalypse front on that side of things, if yer talkin' about them's supernatural matters. It's only our own vanilla kind we gotta worry about, whot with nuclear bombs lyin' around all over the place ...Th' real evil is inside th' heart of humans, aye? Hell an' Heaven, ain't got nothin' on us."
"Welp, now's we done wiv that line of chatter, let's turn our minds to th' next question, which is ..." He rubbed his hands together and grinned, looking around expectantly at the gathered. One of them was unfortunate enough to catch his wandering eye. "Ay, you! You believe in souls? Fink they're any real use in the daily scheme of things?"