HEY GUYS so you know my last roleplay blog lasted a hell of a lot longer than my old ones used to but because of the delays I kept causing my brain ended up going 'LOL NO' but FFFF DON'T BE DISCOURAGED OKAY I love roleplaying ;; Just my muse dies for days at a time ffffft.
Anyway this is human-only just now because I'm a lot better at keeping my brain alive with human roleplays 8D I'll just THROW SOME DESCRIPTIONS DOWN HERE K.
RUTILUS PHOEBUS
send me dead flowers every morning, and I won't forget to put roses on your grave
appearance : not mine
artwork : Fayne
|| Around 5"10 or so, thinks of himself as tall || Toned yet slim form. Skin is gold-tanned. || Slight bump on his nose || Bright, cerulean-blue eyes; fairly large, with long eyelashes || Slightly crooked smile || Shaggy, golden-blonde hair || Generally wears button-up shirts, normal jeans, and a leather or denim jacket || 'Typical' English accent; 11 seconds (good to compare his accent, which is the blonde's, to the other, more posh one) ||
|| Works in HMV part-time || Owns a very small, cramped apartment which is generally in a state of disarray, constantly untidy || Has a bit of an alcohol problem, and has been 'banned' from drinking as a result || Smokes, though he has cut down a lot recently || In a band of sorts with some friends; can sing and play guitar, though he also knows bass and some drums || Loves music, particularly of the 60s and 70s || Owns a silver motorbike which he loves to pieces ||
ain't no spare parts, ain't no oil to change
|| Arrogant at times || May be awkward around others at first and say stupid things || Reluctant to be emotionally attatched to others for fear of losing them || Prone to severe bouts of anger and depression || Reckless when unhappy and often does things he'll regret || Reluctant to display 'weak' emotion such as fear || Easily made jealous or possessive ||
feel so suicidal, even hate my rock 'n roll
|| Generally brave and unafraid to defend those he cares for || Has a sense of humour that helps him through bad times || Openly affectionate towards female friends || Enjoys making new friends regardless of age or gender || Not afraid to laugh at himself || Genuine, and doesn't often lie; would never do so for the sake of it, or to make himself seem better ||
it's got a backbeat, you can't lose it, any old time you use it
GUYS I'M TOO LAZY TO PUT UP OVERLY DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF MY OTHER CHARACTERS FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT so
here have my deer directory |:
Rutilus
Saxophone
Snake
^ Theeese guys are available. GO MAN GO I don't care how many people join sdflksdjf COME ON.
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Gimme a moment 8l /track for
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-barrelroll's in-
I'll take Snake with Nate as
Who's turn is it to do the intro?
Saxophone perhaps
What the hell happened to the
[ JESUS hey guys 8D Sorry
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*stamp*
[ lawl. it's ok. Just say the
I'm still gonna stalk this, though.]
If one entered the bar that
He remembered back when they had been married for a couple of hundred years that they used to argue about the silly things in life to keep them going and keep the fires of passion and love that kept them together despite Nathaniel's love for Dimetrinev and Elenora's love for her other loves. They would talk about nothing until the suns had set and the moons had risen over their planet. As they came closer to Nathaniel's two thousandanth and as more of the Raelin forces fell, their nothing conversations became about distracting them from reality, keeping them from thinking about the friends and family they were losing. That was how they had dealt with everything. Dimetrinev was the total opposite with Nathaniel, they enjoyed the same type of love that the younger humans enjoyed, fiery, passionate, that love that made them spout sensless words like 'forever' and 'eternal' and 'true'. The love that could start and end a war by it's sheer strength. They had solved problems through that fiery passion, reassuring the other of love both emotionally and physically with their long and intense sessions of lovemaking.
Finally, if one entered the bar where Nathaniel, the last survivng member of the nearly extinct Raelin race, they would see before them the remnant of a dying culture who represented but a mere shadow of their former glory, drowning his sorrows in a glass that contained within it a mixture that he had newly discovered named 'Black Orgasm' consisting of gin, vodka, peach schnapps and something called Curacao. He was unsure of what the last one was but still, he found the drink pleasant enough. It would do it's function of dulling his mind and keeping out the punishment that had been inflicted on him for millennia. They would see that his golden hair was drooped down as he stared into the drink, nursing the nearly empty glass in his hand. He would need another soon enough.
[ I gueeess I'll just reply
MICK
It had started to rain outside. Heaven threw its bitter tears at the ground and screamed, the wind carrying its unholy message down to Hell and back. The clouds were gathering as if attending a funeral, blotting out the stars and to some extent, even the moon was obscured. Had one stood outside they might have been frightened by the way the rain ricocheted off of the pavement and roads, only to drop back to their deaths in the thin sheet of water that seemed to coat the entire town.
A motorcycle was parked outside the bar, as close as possible, for its owner resented staying in the downpour longer than was necessary. Admittedly there was a hesitation in putting the silver vehicle there, afraid that in this rough patch it might be stolen - but it wasn't the most expensive, nor was it the best looking of motorbikes, and it was quite old by now too. Not that its owner cared in the slightest - still took good care of it, as if it were a needy child.
Rutilus Phoebus was not there to drink and be merry, or even to drink and get himself plastered. He was not there to socialise and he was not there to people-watch. He didn't want to pick a fight and he didn't want to charm the women. He didn't really want to dwell on the past or even the present and drown his sorrows with a bottle of Jack Daniels - not that he could afford the stuff. No, the truth was that he didn't really know why he had come at all, and was wondering if he was going to regret it. It could easily turn out to be a waste of petrol, a waste of money, a waste of time.
His hair was spattered with droplets of water, but he'd been wearing a helmet - it wasn't too bad save for the ends, which were fairly wet. He noticed this as he felt them, self-conscious, cerulean eyes darting around the place. Rutilus wanted to draw the black leather jacket tightly around himself and just leave, but leaving meant going back into the rain sooner than he had to; he'd avoid it, for now. But, the golden-haired creature promised himself, I'm not allowed to drink. He was determined to stick to that rule, having broken it recently to the point of getting very, very drunk. One of his regrets.
It took a while to notice his friend, perhaps because he was used to a generally cheerful demeanor, save for the occassional odd silence that confused the younger blonde just as much as it intrigued him. Rutilus wandered to the bar and at first realised he had no reason to be there because he didn't want anything to drink - but noticing Nathaniel saved him from potential embarrassment that no-one would have noticed anyway, unless they had been watching him, which he doubted.
"Tin of sunshine, y'are," he murmered, almost in Nate's ear to make sure he'd be heard. Rutilus sat down carefully beside the taller male, looking him over critically, perplexed. A large, guitar-bitten hand patted his own denim pockets briefly, making sure his keys and wallet were in the appropriate places. He leaned an elbow on the bar, hand on the side of his own face as he continued to gaze at Nate, wondering what was wrong, and how he could fix it. "Can't find y'self a shag?"
Sitting at the bar, Nathaniel
He was a little offended by the question, although he knew it was to be expected, Nate did very little else that he really told anyone about so it was natural to assume that when he was upset, it was because he was distracted. Truth was, he wasn't sure why he was down today, he just was. His mental defences could take a great strain on his strength, both magically and emotionally. There was just some days when the strain would begin to get to him. Although, he wasn't sure, but it was around now. There was a date he had written down somewhere that told him precisely when it was...but it was near. It would have been what....36 and a half thousand years? That would have been nice, he guessed. To have remained living as he had. Maybe by this point in his life, Cissnei would have forgiven him and they would talk again back like they did when she was just born, and up until she turned forty. That was when she had heard the conversation that he and Dimetrinev had had, where they had talked about what life would have been like had they just went with their hearts and married each other, instead of Nathaniel following the customs of his people, and marrying Elenora.
But how did you explain that even to a close friend. That soon enough, your thirty six and a half thousandth anniversary with your dead ex boyfriend was coming up and that you were drowning yourself in alcohol to make sure that he didn't come into your brain and whisper something like he had been known to in the past, not to punish you but because he was still completely and utterly devoted to you? There was no way of doing that that wasn't so beyond strange that a human would probably run away from him...they tended to freak out when he mentioned his massive age. His eternal nature tended to be anathema to human nature. They were fleeting and they were mortal. Their lives were short and they didn't comprehend the huge spans of emotions that the immortals had with long views of everything. Human emotion lasted for a matter of decades, Raelin emotion could last for millions of years. Humans were designed to understand that kind of length, numbers above two or three hundred tended to go beyond what they could imagine.
"Contrary to popular belief," Nathaniel began, sipping the lasting remnants of his drink. His tone was a little annnoyed to convey the fact that he was as little annoyed that Rutilus didn't believe that Nathaniel could talk about anything else, "I do not just attempt to get laid. Though if you ever decide that you wanna give me a shot." He smirked.
He knew that Rutilus was not into him like that, which was a bit of a shame. It might have been nice to bed the blonde, but it was not as if Nathaniel cared that much. Flirting shamelessly was fun though, so it was nice to try to do it anyway. "Anyway, what are you doing here, I thought you weren't allowed to drink," Nathaniel continued, "And I'm sure that being in a bar full of alcohol doesn't help on that front."
[[something's just occured to me. Do you just read Snake as Rutilus whenever I type it? You've done that twice now...-pats on the head-...not that I mind.]]