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[ why don't we [ RP : Snake ] do it in the road? ]

September 10, 2011 - 8:47pm — Rutilus
Everyone's welcome here, man. It's like hippie capital or something like that. I don't know. But yes, come join me. And y'know. Do what people do here.


SNAKE

Deer

- No set appearance inforest, making him difficult to identify sometimes. Can just be drawn with a greying brown pelt if need be, and no mask; scarred face, wicked stone-grey eyes, straight nose, strong jaw. Default antlers.
+ Uses different pelts to camoflauge himself in certain weathers, or just due to a change of mood.
- Multiple scars on his body, hidden mostly by fur, and smaller ones on his face, visible, particularly one that cuts through his eyebrow.
+ Uses either the Kabuki Mask, Secretary Mask or the Fan/Owl Mask.
- Not much bigger than a nameless TEF deer. Somewhat muscular.

Human

+ About 5"8, with a toned build. Long arms and legs, short torso.
- Scars all over his body, though no new ones. Noticable ones on his face that he can't hide easily; one in particular that cuts through his left eyebrow.
+ Wicked, stone-grey eyes.
- Walks with a slight limp that worsens after doing so for too long.
+ Short, scruffy brown hair.
- In his mid/late twenties.

Personality & Other Information

- Distant, stand-offish.
+ Enjoys himself when in company, however.
- Rude at times. Does not bow fully to most, even close friends.
+ Does bow fully to those he believes are higher than himself.
- Secretive, does not reveal much about himself, but may do so about others.
+ Often a shoulder to lean on, or an alert ear to listen, though silent.
- Aggressive when provoked, and quick to anger or grow agitated.
+ Guilty and apologetic after physically lashing out at friends.
- Mistrustful of those he is uncertain of.
+ Will tell you what he thinks most of the time.
- Though not always in the nicest way.
+ Immensely defensive of fawns, as they remind him of his sons, but does not actually like being near them for the same reason.


- Wife is a witch in the Otherworld, earning him a terrible reputation there.
+ Sons are safe and alive, staying with a trusted friend.
- Blackmailed into a military-like service in order to free his wife.
+ At least gets to visit his wife in prison every once in a while.
- Unfortunately, has been unfaithful to her with both men and women - but she seems to understand why.
+ Comes to the human world to get a break from his life, just as he does with the Forest.
- Resorts to alcohol and/or drugs when things get too hard for him.
September 20, 2011 - 11:18pm — Rutilus

For a few seconds he stared,

For a few seconds he stared, and then gave a snort. "When I'm not married, maybe." Not that it mattered all those other times, you cheating cunt. Snake's expression dampened briefly - but then brightened again, as much as his face ever brightened anyway. "Your new name's Baby, by the way. Just so you know."
September 20, 2011 - 11:24pm — MickKreiger
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Nathaniel pondered this for a

Nathaniel pondered this for a few seconds, and then glanced down at the other man's hand, to look and see if he could see the actual ring, had he simply not noticed it before, and it had been plain to see?
"Is it now?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, "Well then your new name can be Cute-y."
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--Mick--
September 21, 2011 - 6:15pm — Rutilus

As guilty as it made him feel

As guilty as it made him feel from time to time, Snake didn't wear his wedding ring - not on his finger, not even on the thick silver chain around his neck. He told himself it was because he didn't want to risk losing it. He knew, however, that it was because he simply didn't want people to know straight-off. Rather tell them himself, if he wanted to.
"Cutey?" His eyes brightened with silent mirth, dark silver rather than hard grey. "This face look 'cute' to you?" He waved a large hand towards his own scarred face, raising a cut eyebrow. "It'll do, I guess. Baby and Cutey."
September 21, 2011 - 8:44pm — MickKreiger
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"You'd be surprised what I

"You'd be surprised what I find cute," Nathaniel purred, noticing that the wedding ring was not on the man's finger, nor anywhere that could be seen. Was she gone? Was she seperated from him? So many questions popped into his brain, curiousity was his most powerful natural flaw. He chuckled, "I was married once myself. Never again." He thought of Elenora, quietly and pleasantly, trying to avoid pulling her into his brain. He didn't want her to speak, but still, the concept of marriage always makes him think of her.
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--Mick--
September 21, 2011 - 9:39pm — Rutilus

Snake tilted his head at

Snake tilted his head at that, curious himself, knowing how badly marriages could end, knowing how tiresome they could be. Not from experience, however - she was always the one for him. "Why?" He asked simply, bluntly - not one to beat around the bush when he wanted to know something, for the most part. "It don't seem so bad to me."
September 21, 2011 - 10:52pm — MickKreiger
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The honest answer to that

The honest answer to that question was "because, I feel like I killed her." In essence in his mind he did, because he had ran away from them, but what he actually said to the other man was. "Cutey, it wasn't workin' for me. I loved someone more, and now because I'm too used to sleeping with people, too used to the clubbing lifestyle, I just kind of, I don't really want to change back...not unless someone reallllyyyyy special comes along." He doubted such a person existed.

Such a person would have to make him feel more than even Dimetrinev ever had, no one thus far, in over thirty millennia had even come close.
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--Mick--
September 22, 2011 - 6:16pm — Rutilus

Snake listened intently,

Snake listened intently, faint frown creasing his features. He grimaced a little, disapproval flickering across scarred features; he'd never loved two people at the same time. He'd cheated, yes, but for the comfort, for the security - because she wasn't around. His view was that had somebody ever really been in love, they would never have looked at the second person. Maybe one day he'd face that dilemna, but he doubted it - his wife was his world.

Wouldn't be doing his damn job if he didn't love her.

"I guess." Snake ran a hand through his hair, noting that it was merely damp rather than drenched now. He sniffed, rubbing his eyes, and looked down at the glass he'd barely taken more than a few sips from. "Don't think I could get with your way of livin', Baby. Even if I wasn't married." A weak chuckle.
September 23, 2011 - 10:11pm — MickKreiger
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Nathaniel chuckled, he

Nathaniel chuckled, he remembered when he would have been like that, before he had ran away from her the time that she had needed him, ran away and left her to die fighting against the Guardians of Balance in the final climactic battle that had ravaged both sides turning most of the people to dust before them. Only he had survived from the Raelin side, and that was the greatest wound, it had taken away his love for other people.

"Maybe if you were as old as me, Cutey," Nathaniel said, "You'd feel a little differently."
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--Mick--
September 24, 2011 - 12:00am — Rutilus

"What, how old're you then?

"What, how old're you then? You don't look old." Snake frowned at him, suspicious all of a sudden. Nathaniel didn't look old - except for his eyes. There was something ancient there, certainly.

[ MAN sorry it's so short ]
September 24, 2011 - 9:00pm — MickKreiger
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"I'm old enough," Nathaniel

"I'm old enough," Nathaniel answered without really answeing, he knew that he should have given a full and proper answer, that being approximately thirty seven thousand years old. He knew the exact number was written down some where in his tower, but he hadn't looked at it in a while. It was when he had been thirty five thousand nine hundred and nintey six years old when he had been around. "What about you? How old are you? Thirty?" Nathaniel asked.
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--Mick--
September 24, 2011 - 9:15pm — Rutilus

The vague not-answer

The vague not-answer irritated him somewhat, and it showed on his face when his lips tightened, eyes hardening for a moment. Snake preferred to be informed, to know what he wanted to know about the people he was around. Then again - people had secrets, didn't they? Not unlike himself.

"Somethin' like that, I guess." His arms had folded; boxing himself back in. The truth was that he was a little younger, but he was aware that his appearance did not quite reflect his age. And the next part of the truth was that he didn't know exactly when he'd been born. He could take educated guesses and say he was probably almost thirty, but still. "...Anyway..."

He struggled for another topic of conversation, grey eyes flicking here and there.
September 24, 2011 - 9:55pm — MickKreiger
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Nathaniel watched his eyes

Nathaniel watched his eyes flick around the room after he had spoken. He had seen the irritation of the non answer that Snake had recieved.
"Anyway..." Nathaniel said, looking t the glass for his new topic of conversation, "Want a refill, Cutey? Or should we go directly to the drunken antics." He chuckled, resuming his purring humour dripping with his signature charm.
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--Mick--