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APPLICATIONS

✗ Applications are processed weekly, every weekend. The cut-off time for the submission of applications is 11:59PST on Saturday.
✗ Before applying, please read the FAQ and Rules pages.
✗ Please submit your application with the journal you plan to use if you have one made already. If not, another journal is fine, but we prefer your intended journal so it makes for an easier time in granting access to the mod journal and the contacts page.
✗ For very long applications, we would ask you to please separate them into various comments so that they will not take up too much of the page.
✗ Please title your application as { [CANON/CANON OC/OC]CHARACTER NAME || Series Title || reserve/no reserve || X of X } in the subect header
✗ IMPORTANT: Our application form was edited on September 07, 2015. Please use the revised form.
✗ If you are looking for an example of what an application should be like, please refer to the application here for an example of a canon character application, and here for an original character application.

✗ Canon Application

<BIG><BIG>PLAYER</BIG></BIG>
Name:
Age: If you would prefer not to be specific, just let us know that you're over 18!
Personal Journal:
E-mail:
AIM/etc:
 
<BIG><BIG>CHARACTER</BIG></BIG>
Name: First, Last (Western order)
Canon: Name only.
Age: Real / Apparent, if applicable
Timeline: At which point of the canon were they taken from?
Items with character at canon point: Tell us what your character has with them at the point you have pulled them from - this includes any animal companions.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: This is only to be used if are already playing another character from the canon you are applying for. For example, if you are apping Mario and you already play Princess Peach in the game, how will you handle their interactions without playercesting? Depending on your answer, you may be refused the character you are apping for.
 
Personality: We are expecting at least THREE well-written paragraphs minimum, with references to canon examples of your character’s personality where available. Please provide us with insight to your character and their behaviour, their likes, dislikes and fears, as well as your understanding of them. We would also like to see details of your character's strengths and weaknesses, which may include physical, psychological and emotional.
 
Background: Here is where we would like to see information about your character's history and their place within their canon. This can be written if you wish, or you can link to any wikis and relevant resources.
 
Abilities: Is your character an accomplished carpenter? Can they shoot laser beams from their eyes or travel through time? If they possess any abilities, learned or otherwise, they need to go in this section.
 
Network/Actionspam Sample: This is the format that will be used in rubycity_rp and must be in action form (brackets). We are looking for a minimum of 6 to 10 lines that give us an idea of how your character speaks/acts. This sample may be linked, either from a musebox, different game or our test drive, provided that the linked example was written within the last six months.
 
Prose Log Sample: This is the format that will be used in rubycity_logs and must be a minimum length of 250 words. This sample must be in prose format (paragraphs, no brackets) and should show character reactions/introspection. It does not need to be in game's setting, but it must demonstrate your character as you are apping them. This sample may be linked, either from a musebox, different game or our test drive, provided that the linked example was written within the last six months.

✗ Canon OC Application

<BIG><BIG>CHARACTER</BIG></BIG>
Character Name: First, Last (Western order)
Canon: Name only
Age: Real / Apparent, if applicable
Timeline: At which point in the canon were they taken from?
Items with character at canon point: Tell us what your character has with them at the point you have pulled them from - this includes any animal companions.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: This is only to be used if are already playing another character from the canon you are applying for. For example, if you are apping Mario and you already play Princess Peach in the game, how will you handle their interactions without playercesting? Depending on your answer, you may be refused the character you are apping for.

Personality: We are expecting at least THREE well-written paragraphs minimum, with references to canon examples of your character’s personality if available. Please provide us with insight to your character and their behaviour, their likes, dislikes and fears, as well as your understanding of them. We would also like to see details of your character's strengths and weaknesses, which may include physical, psychological and emotional.

History: Three well-written paragraphs minimum, detail our your characters’ history.

Abilities: Is your character an accomplished carpenter? Can they shoot laser beams from their eyes or travel through time? If they possess any abilities, learned or otherwise, they need to go in this section.

Relationships to Canon Characters: If any, if not applicable please put N/A.

Network/Actionspam Sample: This is the format that will be used in rubycity_rp and must be in action form (brackets). We are looking for a minimum of 6 to 10 lines that give us an idea of how your character speaks/acts. This sample may be linked, either from a musebox, different game or our test drive, provided that the linked example was written within the last six months.
 
Prose Log Sample: This is the format that will be used in rubycity_logs and must be a minimum length of 250 words. This sample must be in prose format (paragraphs, no brackets) and should show character reactions/introspection. It does not need to be in game's setting, but it must demonstrate your character as you are apping them. This sample may be linked, either from a musebox, different game or our test drive, provided that the linked example was written within the last six months.

✗ OC Application

<BIG><BIG>CHARACTER</BIG></BIG>
Name: First, Last. (Western order)
Age: Real / Apparent, if applicable
Appearance: The sorts of things included in this section should be the character’s height, build, clothing style, hair, accessories. As well as their general posture and mannerisms as well, like quirks or vocal tics.
Chosen PB: First come, first serve. Please check the taken PB page. You are also welcome to use your own or commissioned art, or icons that do not depict your characters face but facets of their personality as well.
Items with character at canon point: Tell us what your character has with them at the point you have pulled them from - this includes any animal companions.

Personality: This should be self explanatory. However, when discussing personality please include why they have particular personality traits, how this effects their lives and interactions. Please provide us with insight to your character and their behaviour, their likes, dislikes and fears, as well as your understanding of them. We would also like to see details of your character's strengths and weaknesses, which may include physical, psychological and emotional. The minimum will be three well-written paragraphs, but you should be able to write more.

World Information: Please go as in depth as you can about the world. There is no wiki or website for us to reference, and we need to know as much as we can about the place your character comes from so that we can understand the character when reviewing the application.

History: Your characters’ history in their world. Be sure to be detailed. This section should be a minimum of three paragraphs.

A note for CR AU applications
Ruby City does allow previous game history/CR to be brought over on a case by case basis. If you want to include this in your application please add additional sections for PERSONALITY DEVELOPMENT and PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY beneath the Personality and Background/History sections.

In these additional sections we would like to see a brief outline of your character's previous game history and how it potentially impacted on and altered their canon personality.

✧ N A V I G A T I O N ✧

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Nico has also shown signs of being self-reliant, being the first to approach Euphoria about learning to dance, and seems to be treated as being capable by Dr. Ginger. Not that he isn’t concerned about her conditions, but he doesn’t look to treat her like a teacup. She’s expected to be able to at least stand on her own in some regards. (IE, holding down a job and finding ways to occupy her free time).

That’s not to say she doesn’t have faults. Nico seems uncomfortable when faced with close physical contact, hugging in particular. It takes her a few moments to get used to standing properly when starting a lesson with the leader of Euphoria, Jackie, and she seems resistant to fully accept that she’s in the wrong. (He tells her to stop giving him “a look”, before moving on to how to count before starting), which demonstrates her stubbornness. Nico realizes she's in the wrong and continues to study; but her resistance and stubborn streak could easily be used against her.

Personality: Lois Lane is a very persistent person. Someone who doesn't like hearing the word 'no' and won't take it for an answer. Everyone that knows her would say that she is head strong. Someone who has a stubborn streak a mile wide. When in situations she often uses her sarcasm and random unknown (or known) references to get to whatever point she is trying to make. If anything else she is brave. Though that might stem from the fact that she's a General's daughter and was moved around from army base to army base as a young child.

Though preferring life over death she will risk her own life in a dire situation to the point of needing to defend herself physically or verbally. And even though those situations can and would be scary she doesn't show the person she's addressing fear. That in itself is shown in her sarcasm.

When it comes to friends and family she is VERY protective (Because of this she is close to her cousin, Chloe). Someone they can turn to if and when they need help. An example of that would be Clark Kent or "Smallville" as she's so dubbed him. His friendship is one that she values not that she'd admit willingly. It'd be done with a reluctance that could only be classified as Lois Lane.

There is a side of her that no one truly sees. The side that has insecurity issues. A side that seeks approval from her father who is a General in the army even though if you ask her, he abandoned her when she was 6. (This being due to the death of her mother). She won't hesitate to say how much of a screw-up she is and will tell you if she's made a situation worse than what it already is. (She also thinks that she's the cause or rather blames herself for her sister's failures in life. However just because she blames herself for her sister's failures it doesn't mean that she's not proud of Lucy for her accomplishments.) Another downfall is she talks before her brain can process what is being said and stop her. So because of this she seems to be rather insensitive though in truth she's far from it.

Whenever it comes to a story she will do anything to get it. It doesn't matter if she has to break into a place or dress up in order to do so. She's dressed up as a french maid, stripper and other assorted personas in order to get what she wanted. If it comes down to it she'll even resort to flirting with the mark. If it gets her the story then she'll do it. Though she'll never over sexualize herself. That's where she calls the stopping point. Oh she'll do what needs to be done but she'll be uncomfortable doing it. Down to the point of being a bit clumsy. Nothing goes over her career to get her story except for maybe her support for the heroes of the world. After all she's dated a few and is now married to one. Her support for them (to her) is more important than her career. She's dated the Green Arrow and then fell in love with Clark (aka the Blur) and could've outted them because of the story their hero lives would've made. However she didn't do it. Their secrets were more important for her to keep their to tell the world their stories. Her career took a back burner to that.

Emotions. Lois has them in abundance but when she's down she drinks a lot. It tends to help her even if she'll have a hang over later. Her drinking got her kicked out of Metropolis U and it also caused her to give a toast to her cousin's wedding that she regretted. It doesn't stop her from drinking but it is something that has to be careful with if she doesn't want to embarrass herself.

On top of the alcohol she LOVES video games. Video games and rock music. Especially 80s rock music.

Also just like her super heroes (the ones she's dated and the ones she's friended) she will fight for truth and justice and will also fight social injustice when it comes to being a reporter.

Lois will not treat any of the super heroes (IE Clark Kent, Oliver Queen) as if they're superior to her. She will treat them as her equal. If she thinks they're doing something they shouldn't or if she has an idea of her own she will say so. Just because they're the heroes doesn't mean she doesn't have a mind. Doesn't mean she'll let them go in somewhere half cocked. Mind you they may not listen but she won't act inferior to them. She'll make sure that she's heard whether they like it or not.

((I don't know if you need more or not but if you do let me know. and if you want me to repost the whole app and not just the revised personality let me know as well.))

I have gone through and revised my profile. I hope that it is up to your standard now, but I would be more than willing to revise further. Though if that were the case, I'd ask for a little elaboration. I think I've done what you asked though, we'll see~

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Personality: Alfred F. Jones is one of the younger nations, representative of the United States of America. He is young and boisterous, prone to overexcitement and giving enthusiastic reactions. Alfred also thinks of himself to be extremely smart, and thinks that everyone should follow him. As a result, he is the unofficial “leader” of the meetings, and has a habit of telling everyone to “back him up” in battle, or whatever the problem tends to be. Unfortunately, to most of his fellow nations, he comes across as a bit of -a dimwit who can’t sense the mood in a room. He’s content to let them think that for the most part, since insults to his person tend to either roll off his back, or become easily forgiven—or at least forgotten—within a day to a week’s time. Alfred is honestly a sweet individual and really only means well by his actions. But…he’s also extremely nosy and tends to put himself in other’s business, thinking himself to be an awesome mediator. While at times he can be, this is not generally the case and just gets on the nerves of most other nations.

Alfred is sentimental, which may be caused by, or effects, his sweet disposition. Despite his fight with England and barely ever speaking about the Revolution, he finds himself unable to clear out his storage room of things like the toy soldiers Arthur made him, the dressy clothes he was given when he was younger, nor the gun which protected him during the final parts of the war.
In truth, Alfred is smarter than he appears, he just doesn’t display it because he sees no point. As well, he has a very laid back, almost lazy disposition that effectively saps his effort out of things he doesn’t want to do. Perhaps this can be attributed to his relatively young age, but Alfred, like his people, is a true child at heart who doesn’t like to take things seriously, again why he doesn’t see a need to read the atmosphere. He’d rather play videogames, read comics, watch movies, and eat fast food. On the other hand, as he’s confided to Finland once, he is jealous of younger children for having both parents, and normal childhoods. He matured fast, physically, and he was robbed of the opportunity to live out his full childhood. As well, given that he doesn’t consider Arthur a parent…he technically doesn’t have one. It’s a bit of a tender point for him.
As far as fast food, he’s fond of all sorts! McDonald’s is his true favorite, but he loves anything, from Burger King to Wendy’s. Alfred’s crazy over ice cream, and even went so far as to injure himself over a cup of it. He has a bad habit of overeating, which gives him awful stomachaches on the worst days, but it’s just a part of his nature. Alfred is part of a consumer nation, and it shows. He loves using up electricity, he overeats, he drinks recreationally—he’s not an alcoholic of course, he just likes the buzz sometimes, and Jack Daniels is his favorite—and he has been known to use recreational drugs every once in a while. Despite being a bit of a fatty though, he’s very self-conscious about his weight, and exercises a great deal, as referenced by the manga.
Most importantly, perhaps, is Alfred’s hero complex. He will always be the hero. Always and forever. Therefore he’s very dedicated and protective of his friends, and usually bends over backwards to make things work for them. This sometimes mistranslates into him putting his nose in where it doesn’t belong, and rightly so; sometimes he has no business interfering. He personally has mellowed back on things since September 11th, 2001, and his government doesn’t always do what he’d like them to. On that note…he has an office job, but usually works from home. On the rare occasion, he’ll travel to the Pentagon.
Alfred has the rather unfortunate trait of being slightly squeamish. This is somewhat selective. He won’t be grossed out by something like seeing a cut, or even a bullet wound or a severe laceration. However, he would, for example, be disgusted at the sight of someone being ill, or extreme gore, not the least of which would be seeing someone’s still-beating heart fall out of their chest—Russia—or something to do with eyes. They’re…so fluid. It squicks him out. This leads to a silly quirk. He’s afraid of Marmite. More specifically, he’s developed an intolerant nature to it. He can’t eat it, the texture and flavor nauseates him. Why? As a child, he ate some when he wasn’t feeling well and became sick. Pretty self-explanatory.
Another fear of his is thunderstorms. He hates them almost as much as he hates scary movies, and he is completely unable to sleep through a storm or after a horror flick. He will have nightmares, and Japan got to see first-hand how badly he freaks out at even the most ridiculous of scary shows and movies. Interestingly enough, horror games don’t scare him quite as bad. Or maybe it was only the game Japan had lent him. That much is unclear, as he also once questioned his alien companion Tony about playing scary games in the dark (Tony, by the way, would be what is generally assumed as the Roswell alien. He lives with America, and is pretty much the only supernatural thing he believes in. God knows he doesn’t buy into Arthur’s magic).

As he once told Japan, America specializes in “quick-draw, archeology, and adventures.” The quick-draw aspect matches the country’s love for guns. It is, after all, included in the Bill of Rights. So Alfred is good with a gun, not all, but in general he is. As far as archeology goes, that remains to be seen, but given his personality, it is more than obvious that Alfred likes a good adventure. Even when the Allies joined the Axis on the island presumed to be Seychelles, he came prepared with plenty of candy, and didn’t panic in the least. For him, it’s all a bit of fun!

PLAYER
Name: Steven Pope
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: limepeng1@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: deadthorn01, YIM: smileyogre

CHARACTER
Name: Russou Requin
Age: 24
Appearance: Built like a scary tank is a good enough descriptor, but that barely does brutish amphibious man justice. His skin is a slate gray and his eyes are a shadowy blue, with a wide-bridged nose and incredibly thick eyebrows that give him a rather terrifying face. His body continues the motif large muscular frame with a hefty belly of suet, supported by trunk-like legs and standing on webbed feet. His arms, well muscled like most of him, lead to bear-like hands that are similarly webbed like his feet.
Chosen PB: Commissioned artwork

Personality: Russou is used to a life of entitlement, clearly becoming a little spoiled by his status in the Sagaraman society as a warrior. He is very used to people listening to him, doing what he asks them to do, and not having his demands questioned.

However, while this might make a weaker-willed person a full-blown tyrant, Russ is only a little bit spoiled: He will not strike some one who says “no”, and he will be as civil as possible when given a diplomatic choice over violence. This doesn't mean that his temper won't flare, but unless absolutely called for he will not go to violence. He is actually quite “lenient” of all the Rivage Frontsmen, understanding that a small crime does not deserve a big punishment.

Friendship is an odd thing for Russou, but not completely alien. He has people he is loyal to, as loyalty is probably the virtue he holds in highest regards, but he's never really had a “friend” in the traditional sense. His life has been his job, his fellow Frontsmen, and keeping the peace. However, he knows that people do HAVE friends and as such will try his best to be equally as cordial to any one he meets. He works off the logic “If they are kind to me then I should be kind in turn”.

As dignity is a big thing for Russou, he does get embarrassed quite easily on certain matters that force him to drop his metaphorical warrior's shield: This namely takes form in the realm of relationships. Any sort of physical affection, platonic or romantic, is an easy way to make the shark-like man retreat into his shell, and simple things like hugs take a level of comfort he rarely ever feels.

The idea of a romantic relationship is, however, completely alien to the shark-man. He was told from a young age that Alphas never get married, have sex, and to keep such pressures away he was encouraged to never stray

Russou has no kindness for being lied to, and putting his trust into some one is a very important thing to him. People who violate that trust will more than likely be the receiving end of a rather harsh punishment, usually a well-placed punch or a rather merciless beat-down.

World Information: The planet of Umeko is divided into three differencing but equally respected governments: The Havama Republic of the sky, Prthvima Colony of the land, and lastly, the most violent and turbulent of the three Governments, Sagarama the Ocean Monarchy, ran by the openly incestuous King Machali the XI and Queen Kekara the VII.

The Ocean Monarchy has been in flux for several generations now, namely for the power-hungry nature of the Monarchy family itself. Assassinations are incredibly common, to the point where King Makajiki III would simply attempt to streamline the process: If the King is found impotent, ill, or shows any signs of weakness, he is to be killed and the next in line will marry the Queen. This has lead to a history of inter-generational incestuous relationships, and while the Sagaraman people are forbidden of talking about it, it has brought the sea-dwelling nation a copious amount of scorn and mockery from the other countries.

In the Monarchy there is a Clan system that determines not only where you stand in society but what your future job will be. The most respectful and powerful of the Clans are the Warrior Clans of Requin, Baleia, and Hipocampo. It is not uncommon to marry outside your clan, but When some one of the warrior clan mates, their children are determined to be Alphas or Betas. Alphas are raised by birth to be one of the Rivage Frontsmen, the first line of defense for the underwater kingdom who act as upholders of the law during times of peace, while Betas are taught medicine, weapon masonry, law, and other skills that support the Alphas. This system of Support and Offense mean that the children of these clans are destined for battle, but at least people get the comfort of knowing that Betas tend to live long enough to return home.

As they are at the top of this feudal-like pyramid in the Sagaraman Society, all titled Alphas are treated with high honor and respect, but in order to keep them under control and focused on work they are expected to remain celibate and aromantic.

During the reign of King Machali the X, one of the outer city-states of the Sagaraman Monarchy declared independence. This would simply not do. A war was started and the Rivage Frontsmen were sent to level the whole city-state as an example... And some how the entire fleet lost. Some argue they defected, some say the city-state had been preparing for a while, and others claim that they received help from the Prthvima Colony, but regardless, this began a civil war that has been raging for over half a century. The city-state, which now calls itself The Freehold of Liberty, claims that the caste system and the clan system that the Sagaraman Monarchy enforces was not only debilitation but limit advancement in society, forcing people from the lowest to the highest rungs of society into a singular static role.

History: Born of one of the greater clans, the Clan Requin, to the Beta Magoi Beleia and Beta Kahua Requin, Russou was born exceptionally healthy and strong and was destined for Alpha labeling. His mother from his very birth was distant of the boy, and Russou was never entirely sure why. He was told by a Nanny he once had that she had wished for a Beta, as she could keep and nurture him and would never need to worry about him going off to do battle in the Civil War that seemed to be eternally raging. He, however, simply took her distance as a message of him being unwanted, and as such did not shed many tears when he was taken to be trained for The Sagaraman Monarchy's Army.

From the start of his Alpha training, he showed great talent in the art of combat and diplomacy, being a surprisingly well mannered young man who showed great discipline outside the mess hall. He took personal offense, though, to any sort of training that he presumed was for Betas: He was there to be a warrior and a protector, not a caretaker.

This came to a head around the age of 13, when Russou challenged a Caretaker who wished to teach the shark-like young man how to sew fisticuffs to a duel of fisticuffs. The fight was accepted jokingly... But the 13 year old won. He was a surprisingly good sport about the whole thing, but Russou gained a lot of popularity among his other Frontsmen trainees

Russou quickly grew to be known as the best (and most ferocious) fighter, the biggest eater, and the most forceful peacekeeper the few times he was not on the front line of the Civil War. In short, he was an ideal Frontsman, and was as such rewarded plentifully for his actions. Lavished with all he could ever want, he still felt decided... Empty.

Russou began to contemplating this feeling, as no amount of battle or celebration would remove it. He began to vocalize these questions, and word traveled upwards from the Rivage Frontsman Barracks to the King Himself. This enraged just about every one of Russou's superiors: If one of the men in the upper echelons of Sagaraman society was questioning things, how could the Betas, Deltas, and other lower-society people possibly react?

Within a fortnight, Russou went from celebrated to simply berated by the men and women he served under, and was instructed to keep these dangerous thoughts to himself, less he be tried for treason. Soon he was no longer allowed to leave the front lines of the war, and would spend weeks upon weeks in the heat of battle to the point of exhaustion. It got to the point where he was intentionally getting wounded just so he could have a few days rest in the sick bay.

Strengths/Weaknesses:
STRENGTHS:
- High threshold for physical pain
- Able to adapt physically to most situations
- Knowledgeable about the law
- Strong resolve

WEAKNESSES:
- Is untrained in most “basic” skills (cleaning, cooking, etc.)
- Frustrates easily
- Isn't exactly the most intellectual man
- Has a very gruff, militaristic outward demeanor
- Has a stunted emotional development, very naiive when it comes to personal relationships

Abilities:
- Capable of above-human feats of strength
- Able to breathe underwater
- Skilled in swords, knives, pole arms, and unarmed combat
- Teeth and digestive system allow him to eat virtually any thing

First Person:
[Video]
[The video feed begins, showing only the faintly lit inside of a hand]

Damn it all, how does on work these wretched... Oh, okay... This is the correct part to speak to. Yes.

[The camera is places on a table, showing the shirtless gray midsection of a large man with unusual skin. He takes several steps back, revealing himself fully as he looks intently at the iris of the camera, a little bit befuddled but stern in demeanor]

Um... Hello there. I am not entirely sure what it is I am expected to do with this thing? Perhaps I am to speak about my experiences here? I, uh, apologize if I am doing this wrong then, in that case.

[He clears his throat]

While I do not recall King or Queen asking me of such a thing, I seem to have found myself in this strange land-based city of sorts... In fact I do not really know how I arrived here. If some one would explain that to me, I would... I would greatly appreciate that.

[There's a pause for a moment as he looks away from the camera towards his door]

I have not left this place in a few days, except to get food. It is not terrible living conditions, though. I assure any one watching I am with all basic living requirements. I do find the room with toiletries rather small, though... And by that I mean the bathing tool? The “bath tub”, I believe? Yes. That is quite small for me... If there is a larger body of water around here, I wish to be informed of it. Please.

[he looks down, a look best described as somber flashing on his face, before he looks back up at the camera]

My name is Russou Requin of the Clan Requin, Alpha, proud servitor of the Rivage Frontsman of the Sagaraman army. Please, if you know what I speak of, please, please... Contact me. That is all. Thank you.

[he walks over to the camera and fiddles with it, grumbling can be heard]

I still do not understand these thi--

[the camera shuts off]

Third Person:
Russou paced the bathroom, webbed feet echoing a “thwack” as he rubbed his square chin, thick eyebrows furled as continued to ponder. It had been several days since Russou had been properly in the water, and while he was aware he could survive a very LONG time with out salt or sea water, he missed the feeling. Now, outside, he was informed of an ocean...A dark ocean filled with horrors unimaginable that would undoubtedly drag him to the depths and wring the blood out of him like a soggy sock. Then there was the hot springs... Which were haunted by spirits unmentionable that would steal the very fluid from his eye sockets, no doubt.

Finally, the safest option, the most boring option, was right in front of him. The bath tub. It wasn't too large, he'd be unable to be completely submerged as he'd desired, but if it was between fluid-stealing and blood-wringing he figured being slightly uncomfortable would be the best option. He squatted down next to the tub, staring at it intently. He really had no idea how it worked. He was used to telling some one he wished to bathe and, voila, there was a cleaning sphere warmed up with his name on it. This, however, was a completely different ball-game.

He put a hand inside the tub, feeling the inside. Alright, good, clearly he was meant to stand or sit on this textured center. That was quite good. He looked at the long protrusion with a hole towards the end of it, with some sort of inexplicable knob on top that, when he experimented with it, he realized it went up and down. Fascinating. Finally, he discovered two valves, one labeled Hot and one labeled Cold. Not being completely void of mental facilities, he twisted the cold one, watching the water run out. He put his hand under it, smiling. Ah, yes, that was good... But it could be better.

He twisted the one labeled Hot a proper 360 degrees, with a wide smile that would probably look more at place on a child's face rather than a large brutish amphibian. He looked inside the tub, finally noting the drain. He glanced around, finding the plug and plunging inside. He chuckled to himself proudly as the water began to fill.

“I do believe that I will need some thing... Else for this.” he said to himself, getting to his feet. He traveled through the small apartment that was gifted to him, arriving and opening the small fridge. In all his time here, he had discovered some thing that almost made up for the horror and misery that came with being kidnapped: He discovered beer. A large, pointy-tooth grin spread across his face as he took the few cans he had, carrying them to the bathroom as he undid his belt, letting his pants land on the floor with a dull “thud”. He puts the cans down next to his tub, taking off his shirt and throwing them across the bath tub, before finally removing his boxers and climbing into the tub. His eyes widened before he felt his whole body relax as he sunk into the tub.

“This is.... Euphoric...” he said to himself, turning off the water and letting himself enjoy one quiet, enjoyable night.

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I revised it from personality down to the post section, and expanded on his personality portion. I hope this is fine, and thank you.
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Personality: The first thing anyone should know about Kiku is that, up until recently, he had been a little bit of a shut-in. His country has really only opened its door to the world in recent years. He doesn't know much about other countries, and is very wary, and oftentimes confused by new things. However, he is a very curious man, so he is always willing to learn.
He lived in this isolation for close on three centuries, and as a result, he has a very quiet, awkward personality. He tends to live with the behavior of an old man, finding enjoyment in simple and boring daily tasks like cleaning, cooking, and grocery shopping.
He is a very good cook, and is rather proud of his many distinct, as well as popular dishes such as nikujaga and sushi.

Kiku's country has a number of odd festivals, ways of life, and traditions that confuse many newcomers to his home. Such as the Fall Leaf Viewing Festival, open-house baths, sitting in a 'proper' way, and eating things like Natto.

Honda is very interested in other cultures. He has been a hermit (also known as a ‘hikikomori’) for over 250 years, and is only now getting used to the world as a whole. Western ideals fascinate him, and he honestly can't get enough of them. When he was isolated he had only kept in contact with Netherlands. But as he has opened his door to the world, he has started to become very interested in other cultures, especially when it comes to food, or different languages, and ways of life. This is shown when he went on vacation with Italy for a week. Upon returning, he had adapted a lot of Italy’s traits and actions, much to Germany’s annoyance.

One part of Honda's life that he keeps quiet is that he is, in fact, a nerd. America, Prussia, and Yong Soo are among the few who know of his love for videogames and online MMORPGs, as well as regular roleplaying games and card games. He adores Pokemon, and keeps a small Eevee plush in his bed. At one point, Kiku mentions to his friends France, England, and Greece that he prefers 2D girls over 3D girls, which hints at this ‘otaku’ side he keeps mostly quiet about.
Kiku plays games like World of Warcraft, Dance Dance Revolution, and even owns a DS, on which he plays a number of games like Phoenix Wright and Elite Beat Agents. He's the least likely to boast about his skills, however, and is honestly very modest about how well he can play them. Though, when it comes down to it he is very proud of his skill, and hates to lose, so he often practices for hours to perfect his ability at a certain game.

He has been through many things in his life, so he is in no way a young country, and he is not naïve, either. He knows how to sense the mood in a room, and catches on to situations very quickly. Again, he would not boast about it, but he has quite a high IQ, and is very talented when it comes to learning things. Math, Languages, Science, you name it. He rarely forgets anything, and because of this, he is very well known to hold a grudge. Because of his closeness to things of higher understanding, Kiku has lost touch with his roots, and over the years he has lost his ability to see the supernatural. Once close friends with spiritual creatures near his home such as Tengu, or even a Kappa who would often bathe near his home, he can no longer see them and actually seems to deny their existence.

Kiku does not show much emotion. At best, most of his replies are vague when answering questions, replying with responses like ‘I will think about it’, or ‘We shall see what happens.’ showing little to no emotion in his facial expressions, or voice as he speaks. If at any time he does show some sort of emotion other than neutrality, it is likely because he is very upset by something. Reacting badly to things like physical touch, he tends to over-react and become offended, even going so far as to ask anyone (for example, Italy) who so much as hugs him to ‘take responsibility’ for their actions. Hugging and hand-holding, or affectionate displays as such are reserved for couples only, and, in his mind are otherwise inappropriate.
He appears calm and relaxed most of the time, but given certain circumstances he has been known to get very emotional over certain things. He is shown many times to get upset or worked up when it comes to issues with food, such as when Germany took salted salmon out of his diet and when the price of eggs would increase due to bad economy. It is shown he can also get upset when faced with things he doesn’t like, such as cockroaches. Not liking the little creatures, he has actually been seen to cry over them if one gets a little too close to him. If there is one thing that can make the man extremely happy, however, it is animals. Kiku owns a small dog, who he has named Pochi, as well as a rabbit and a guinea pig. This suggests that he has a weakness for small, fluffy animals as they make him comfortable and calm.

First Person:
[Chocolate brown eyes stare, for what seemed like an eternity, into nothing. Forever-stretching blackness that reminded the small male of the sensation, as well as the sight, of squeezing your eyes shut - slightly blurred stars on the edge of your vision, prickling against your eyelids until you’re forced to open them. He blinked, his eyes flickering a bit as he felt... at least a little bit disoriented. He felt confused. Last he remembered, he was sleeping in his own bed, on the floor of his old, but well-kept home. A small dog, Shiba-Inu in species, pressed up against his back as he slept. That warmth was gone, and he was sleeping on something else—sitting. He was... sitting. In what appeared to be a train seat, in his comfortable day-wear as opposed to his pyjamas.]

...I appear to have awoken to a very strange dream.

[He spoke, his voice unusually calm about the somewhat startling situation.]

That, or perhaps someone is playing a very cruel trick on me.

[His lips twitch downward, eyes casting out the window. The sight confused him, as it looked nothing like his comfortable home in Japan. It was all too flat, and much too... vast. Even in his own home... there were always other buildings in sight. After all, his land was very much evolved. There were not many places near Tokyo like this.]

I will certainly be making a complaint to whoever is in control of this machine. I cannot afford to be away from home. I have too many things to take care of.

[He frowned, fretting quietly to himself as he stood. To find exactly who was in charge, and how he got here.]
Third Person:
It definitely wasn't one of those days that Honda enjoyed remembering. If anything, he would likely prefer to put days like this behind him. Forget they had ever happened, and move along with his seemingly never-ending life. So was the curse of a living representation of such a large nation, he would suppose. More than once, he had cursed the fact that he would never die. Especially on days like this.
The ground underneath his feet felt gritty. Tossed and churned by the footfalls of many a soldier passing over its soil. The air around him smelled like smoke. Not the smell of a nice, smoky fire or perhaps the leftover scent from fireworks. No, it was the smell of gunpowder and shrapnel, burnt earth and cloth. The smell that Honda would now, from this day forward, compare to that of death.

In one hand was his old sword. Likely a strange thing to use on the battlefield, but certainly not misused. What he couldn't shoot at such a close range, the steel of his blade had dispatched just as easily, but right now, the stained steel was going ignored, his right hand lifted up at about eyelevel. A type 26 revolver held, its barrel pointed at an enemy that he had told himself, many times, that he couldn't hesitate to shoot. Hesitation meant he was holding back. Holding back showed weakness. He couldn’t hold back. His life... and the lives of his people depended on that. Yet...

He was hesitating. And he hated himself for it.

In his sights was Yao. The Chinese man who he would never quite admit that he'd admired for nearly his entire life. This man meant so much to him, but right now, they were on opposite sides. He gritted his teeth, his cheek stinging a little. There was a slight cut on his right cheek, where a bullet had grazed it, dripping red down the pale skin of his cheek. He opened his mouth, words not quite making it off his lips. What could he say? There was nothing that would make this better. Words wouldn't win a war.
"...I hate this," the Japanese man said, his hand tense on his gun, finger almost DARING to squeeze the trigger, but not enough to fire it at the long-haired Chinaman. "All of this. And who do I have to blame? You? Roshia? I am not even sure anymore. Tell me. Who do I blame, Yao?" His voice was quiet, but there was no quiver to it. No, he was standing strong, but it didn't mean that he didn't feel just a little bit lost.

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CHARACTER
Name: Remus John Lupin
Canon: Harry Potter
Timeline: A couple years after the First Wizarding War.
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Personality: : Remus Lupin is a half-blood wizard who is considered by many to be a kind and approachable individual who always has a smile on his face. Indeed, he is a gentle and good-natured young man who is intelligent and perceptive, possessing an uncanny ability to read people’s emotions and guess what’s on their minds. His patience knows no bounds as he’s calmly observant and a polite listener, which has contributed to the wisdom he possesses and is willing to pass on to others seeking advice. He is quite knowledgeable in many subjects to do with magic due to his studies at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, particularly in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He is also quite often depicted as having an insatiable love of chocolate.

However, all is not what it seems on the surface. When Remus was a small child, he was attacked and bitten by a werewolf, which effectively turned the young boy into one. On every night of a full moon, Remus is forced to undergo the agonizing transformation into a blood-thirsty dark creature and lose his human mind. In a transformed state, werewolves desire to spread their curse through their victims by violently attacking them. When segregated from humans, werewolves will often turn to biting and clawing themselves out of frustration, causing more pain and suffering for the inflicted individual. Some even lose their humanity completely and are taken over by the dangerous and hostile tendencies outside of their transformations.

Due to the horrendous nature of werewolves, wizarding society has strong prejudices toward anyone affected with lycanthropy. Because of this, Remus harbors feelings of self-shame and a fear of rejection. While at school, he would often turn a blind eye when his friends – James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew – would bully a fellow student, despite being against such treatment, because of his desire to be accepted by other people. Although he never partook of the bullying, he would quietly feel guilty for not doing anything to stop it. This branded him the mature one of the group, though it can hardly be said that Remus didn’t participate in playing pranks and causing trouble with the others, for he certainly isn’t without a good sense of humor. He can be witty and sarcastic with a penchant for mischief, characteristics associated with being one of the Marauders during his time at Hogwarts.

The on-going transformations have caused stress and weariness to take its toll on Remus’s body, making him sick and exhausted. But despite the hardships he’s had to endure for years since his youth, Remus remains strong-minded and tactful in being able to see the good in almost everything and forgiving of ignorance with an understanding of the reasons people fear werewolves as they do. However he often lacks self-worth, submitting himself to thinking he is too dangerous to be around people and has trouble opening himself up to others. His friends became his pillar of support. Even when he tried to hold on to the secret of his lycanthropy – out of respect for Dumbledore’s wishes and his own shame for being what he was - his friends found out about him being a werewolf, but instead of abandoning him they each became Animagi – wizards who could turn into animals – in order to help make Remus’s transformations less excruciating. This bold act of friendship strengthened their bond and became the happiest Remus had ever been in his life.

Even though he is naturally calm and level-headed, Remus can become frighteningly aggressive when provoked or angered. He is a quick thinker and a powerful wizard, and his cheerful and mellow demeanor should not be taken for weakness. He has shown to have a sadistic side toward people who have wronged someone he cares for. Despite his feelings of self-loathing, he is brave and loyal to his friends, and he is willing to face extreme perils to protect those he loves.

After the First Wizarding War and the supposed deaths of three of his friends and betrayal of another, Remus has struggled to make ends meet. Discrimination toward werewolves has made it hard for him to find work and support himself, where before he had been relying on his friends’ help. Still, he courageously holds on to the belief that there will one day be light shed on his otherwise terrible life.

First Person: [Remus steps off the train and looks around the seemingly deserted platform with a mixed expression of exasperation and confusion. It did not appear anything out of the ordinary to him except that there weren’t any people around either coming or leaving, only him.]

Is anybody there? [When no one answers, he circles around to check the train and feels something press against him in his coat pocket. He reaches inside and pulls out what appears to be an old-fashioned pocket watch, one he has no recollection of owning. Curious, he opens it and is surprised to see a small screen of some kind instead of a clock’s face.]

Interesting little gadget. Must be a muggle’s device. But how on earth did you wind up in my pocket?

[He checks for a name, sees none, and sighs. He then checks to make sure his wand is with him then looks out toward the city.]

Third Person: Alone. It was a dreary feeling but one Remus was well acquainted with at this point. Still, in spite of the fact that no one appeared to be around, there was the distinguishable feeling of another presence, one that made up for the general lack of human contact, as if the city itself were alive and bustling with activity and emotion.

Remus shook his head. He was still weary from the painful events of the night before last that had induced the sleep he had woken from, and it was obviously taking a toll on his mind. He looked around again and saw quite clearly that the city was deserted. However he had gotten on the train that brought him here was certainly anyone’s guess, though Remus was willing to gamble on a few explanations, the simplest one being he must have fallen asleep on what he thought was an out of order train again only to wake up and find himself magically whisked away to some unknown location.

Still safer than sleeping in the streets, he supposed.

What was odd, though, was that he didn’t feel the slightest bit compelled to return to the train. Instead he was quite curious to see where his unplanned departure had brought him. The watch (which he was reduced to calling it even though opening it had made it obvious that was not what it was) in his hand seemed to buzz with his anticipation to find out more about this place. If he was lucky he would find a directory telling him where he was exactly and from that point, if there turns out to not be much else to explore, maybe he could apparate back to…well…it wasn't like he had much else to do.

Remus began walking toward the entryway that led away from the station, his tired yet inquisitive eyes searching the area for signs of civilization or just plain signs in general.

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PLAYER
Name: Gaa
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CHARACTER
Name: AJ Crowley
Canon: Good Omens
Timeline: Present-day
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Personality:
First and foremost, Crowley is a demon, or, better known as 'an Angel who did not fall so much as saunter vaguely downwards.' A rather highly-regarded fallen angel who has lived on earth since the time of its creation, Crowley has very little free will when it comes to his 'Superiors' who take residence in the Below. It has been shown a few times that he is not only incapable of disobeying any orders given to him by the 'higher ups' in the Below, but he seems to do what he's told with a hint of reluctance or discontent. When told to deliver the Spawn of Satan to the order of the Chattering nuns, he tries to talk his way out of it with two dukes of hell, only to give into those orders in the end.

Unlike most other demons in hell, Crowley is a bit more adjusted to life on earth and life among humans. So far as he is concerned, humans can be far crueler to each other than demons and things from the Below could ever be. He's fascinated by new technology, as well as things that other demons pay little or no attention to, driving an old Bentley car to get from place to place instead of another more demonic way of travel, as well as using human technology to do his 'job'. He always keeps a brand new computer in his house, always upgrading to the newer and better grade machine when it is put on the market, but it is said that he only keeps it up to date because it seems to be 'something a normal human would do'. The fact that he seems to appreciate and even like humanity is considered a major failing in a demon, according to the 'Dramatis Personae,' but he doesn't seem to ever give a damn.

Because he appreciates the idea and existence of humanity so much, Crowley often finds himself irritated and bored with the way most demons think. Old thinkers, with old ideas and old ways of going about things, he feels that because the demon race are not 'up and with' the constantly growing and evolving human race, that their ways of dealing with humans and, more so, dealing with damning the souls of humans are old-fashioned. They are, in his opinon, in desperate need of finding new ways to bring them to hell. A meeting with two old dukes of hell, Ligur and Hastur, he brings up the point (in his own head, at least) that picking away at one soul at a time was meaningless. Yes, it took skill and was pretty well an art, but with the population on earth as large as it was becoming, he feels that it was a waste of time. Crowley prefers to bring a large number of souls a little closer to Satan, rather than to consume one person completely with temptation after a few years. The old thinkers, Ligur and Hastur thought nothing of the fact that Crowley tied up all of the phone lines in London during lunchtime. When, if they were up to date with technology in the here and now, they would have realised how many human souls this would have tarnished via rage and frustration from not being able to make important and perhaps even vital phone calls.

Crowley is actually better known as the snake that tempted Eve into eating the fruit of knowledge some 6000 years ago. As 'The world's most approachable demon', Crowley actually doesn't have the stomach for the sort of cruelties that other demons are capable of, or even what humans are capable of either. Many times he says that humans are far more imaginative than demons are, and that the Below should shut down Dis and Pandemonium, because all the demons were up on earth, 'seeking asylum'. He does his job as a demon, as he did deliver the antichrist and in the past, getting under Aziraphale's feet, however, it's said that things like the Spanish Inquisition had drove him to drink for a week. Showing that, perhaps, he is not as cruel as one might think. In his opinion, humans are far better at causing each other misery than any demon could, anyway. Crowley is also extremely level-headed, showing little or no panic in dangerous or tense situations. The two dukes of hell, sent to capture and see the snakelike man brought back to the Below for screwing up an important mission could not even phase him. He manages to deal with them as if they were nothing more than a minor inconvenience before going about his business as if nothing had happened.

In the very beginning of 'time,' Crowley makes a joke at Aziraphale that he would find it funny if he had done the right thing in the Garden of Eden. That perhaps, persuading Eve to eat the Apple of Knowledge was the right thing to do, while Aziraphale's act of giving away his flaming sword was the wrong one. This suggest that, perhaps, Crowley doesn't think that things he does are wrong, or that he just doesn't think of some of his actions as being wrong. This is shown again when he is feeding ducks with the angel, and almost causes one of the ducks to drown by making the animal sink under the surface after eating a bit of bread. He only releases whatever sort of hold he had on the animal when Aziraphale scolds him for it. At the same time, Crowley IS capable of doing some good. Bringing a dove back to life after suffocating, convincing Aziraphale to become the Antichrist’s godfather to directly attempt to prevent the apocalypse from happening, as well as being ready to fight against Lucifer, the King of Below alongside Aziraphale when it seemed like he was about to come up onto earth when his son did not cause the apocalypse.

The last notable trait about Crowley is that he's a bit of a perfectionist. His human home, which he barely ever uses, is spotless from top to bottom. Not a speck of dust or dirt to be found. His music, books, and movies all arranged neatly on his shelves in alphabetical order, arranging them as such a sort of habit when he becomes bored. He also has the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful houseplants in all of London, which is something he takes pride in. Having heard on the radio that plants grow better when spoken to, he has made habit of not only talking to his houseplants, but threatening them. When one becomes a little lackluster, it's leaves not so green, or something of the sort... he takes the plant around to all the others in his house, saying 'He just couldn't cut it. Say goodbye.' to the other plants in the house before taking it away, never to be seen again. This has seemed to have quite an effect, as his plants are in the most beautiful form one would ever see.

First Person:
[Pain wasn’t something Crowley was fond of. Hell, it was something he was barely aware of, let alone something he ever experienced. Yet, at this very moment, where he stood—or, rather, lay kind of unscrupulously on the ground of some weird train station he HOPED was no-where near the Below—he had the most irritating headache he’d had in some centuries. Maybe some hangover from the fourteen-hundreds was comparable. A little while earlier, he had happened in on a train somewhere near Brighton and found it to be complete abandoned. He hadn’t PLANNED on taking a trip on a train, as his new Bentley was parked just outside, it’s headlights dead, not a drop of fuel in its tank. It just felt odd, when he’d walked up to the platform. No humans, certainly no demons, and not a trace of holy power, he found himself drawn to the thing. He’d damn well say he blacked out the moment he stepped onto the thing, because the next thing he knew, he was in an empty traincar, barrelling down a dark tunnel at a speed that made him, a demon, uncomfortable.

He’d not liked the feel of the thing, and he decided it was time to use a little of his demonic influence to stop it from running. That’s when everything backfired, and he found himself being flung out the very same door he’d walked into, landing on his arse and tumbling elbow over teakettle, and finally into the position he was now. He groaned softly, finally moving to stand. Brushing himself off, his usual well-tailored suit dirtied by the dirt and dust from the floor, he took a moment to take a look around, Pushing ever-present glasses up over eyes that flashed slightly yellow.]

Right. Either I’ve happened into some corner of Below I haven’t been to in my entire life, or, someone from Above is seriously screwing with me right now.

[He grinned, the corners of his lips curling in a slightly snakelike expression. He put a thumb and a forefinger to his lips, letting out something of a piercing whistle. Moving about the train station of search of someone—anyone.]

Employees? Conductor! Grease monkey, is anybody here? So long as I seem to be on holiday from Earth, I could go for a good glass of wine and something good to eat.

Hey!

[He yells again. Expecting someone to answer.]

Third Person:
Yellow, piercing eyes gaze out from the leaves of a particularly beautiful, fruit-laden tree. The eyes of what would later be considered a demon, but, right now with the world so fresh and new, he could hardly be considered such. He was just a number, in this great new game called life that had taken seven days to create. Or that’s what the book says, at least. No-one really knows for sure, after all. But the guess was that it was somewhere around 4004 BC. Nevertheless, these amber demon’s eyes sat on the face of a rather dark-scaled, streamlined creature that had recently been named a snake. And he was sitting on the branch of this aforementioned beautiful tree. It had been deemed the Tree of Knowledge or some such rubbish by the big bossman upstairs. The snake had, many hours before, heard the ‘big boss’ tell his new little toys, the first man and woman on earth, to never touch the fruit of the tree.

Disappointing, really. In the snake’s most honest opinions, the tree was the most attractive out of them all, and the fruit smelled the best. Not that he’d ever eat it or anything foolish like that. But what made him think about it the most, was the fact that the human woman, or, Eve, as she had been named, had been hanging about underneath the thing for quite a long time now. Large eyes examining the forbidden fruit with a longing, almost curious look. She knew she was disallowed to touch anything on it. But what was the harm in looking? The snake thought it was foolish. It was just fruit. And it was just one tree. What could really be the harm in having a meal from its branches?
The snake decided to share this opinion with the woman. Despite the fact that he knew it would likely be something of a bad idea.

“Hey, you.” He spoke, a sort of cheeky look on reptilian features. “Yess, you. Did... God say ‘You must never eat the fruit of any tree in the garden'?” he queried, looking her up and down with an almost crafty air about him. She responded; telling him that they were allowed any fruit, save for from this tree, lest they would die. The snake let out something of a laugh in response. "You certainly won't die!” he scoffed, flicking a forked tongue out from between his teeth. “God knows that when you eat it your eyes will be opened. You'll be like God, knowing good and evil." If a snake could shrug, surely he would have. He watched with careful eyes as she seemed to agree with this, long, thin fingers reaching to pluck one of the forbidden fruit from near his tail. A crafty smile moved up his face. Perhaps tempting humans, even the first humans on Earth, was far simpler than he had imagined.

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PLAYER
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CHARACTER
Name: Sirius Black
Canon: Harry Potter
Timeline: During the war, before James and Lily's deaths.

Personality:
Due to the fact that his friends are the only real family he has, Sirius will do anything to protect them, both from physical and verbal attacks. He always seems uncaring and aloof to everything around him, largely due to his arrogance, but Sirius can actually be very perceptive, and truly is concerned with the state of things around him. He’s not one to stand by and let some injustice happen to others, although this is a part of the hypocrisy that laces his personality as he, himself, often performs injustices towards Severus Snape, though he’d never admit to it.

Sirius’ arrogance stems largely from the fact that he is a gifted student, with things coming very easily to him; this combined with his good looks have given him an arrogant streak that some people have a hard time looking past. Other than the obvious tendency to be a bit of a troublemaker, the things that get him into real trouble are his stubbornness and his explosive temper, the only things he ever had in common with his family. Generally speaking, Sirius can be fairly laid back and easy-going. Rarely does he ever worry about ‘superfluous’ things - such as grades or opinions of others - and will ignore anything he doesn’t deem ‘worthy’ of his attention, another Black trait.

Sirius is the type who hates anything that could even possibly be considered dull; consequently, he’s always looking for something to entertain him, which often leads him into trouble. His pranks generally only end up in property damage and surprise for the unlucky target, but Sirius has been known to take things too far, as with his near fatal prank on Snape while they were in school.

While he is often considered a big flirt - because he is - his flirting is more often than not just a playful past time: something he does more for entertainment and attention than anything. Unfortunately, it often leads to dashed hopes and broken hearts in the female population (and some males). Despite his flirting, if Sirius were to ever be in an actual relationship he’d be very loyal to that person, considering he’d have to trust them very much to actually consider being with them. The fact his parents betrayed his trust at such an early age has given Sirius major trust issues while growing up. While he may be a social person and have several friends, he only really has a few close friends. Because dating someone requires a lot of exposing of oneself, getting close, and reliability, Sirius would be very picky about whom he chose to share that much of himself with.

First Person:

I didn’t mean for it to be like this.
It was just supposed to be…..I don’t know, it was supposed to be fun, I didn’t think the git would actually try to go and see Remus. I didn’t think he’d go so far; he was supposed to get scared and turn around.

[ He sighs.]

Instead everything just went wrong. Not as wrong as it could’ve been, but wrong enough. It was stupid, I know that now…wish I could’ve thought of that sooner, but, I was just too…wrapped up in the game of it. I could’ve gotten Snape killed, not that I care what happens to him, but, what that would’ve meant for Moony…it wasn’t worth it.

The worst part isn’t knowing I was a stupid bloody twat and it’s not the things James and Remus sad to me…it’s the fact they’ve stopped saying things to me. It’s like….I don’t exist anymore…and I hate that feeling. But not as much as I hate the fact that I know I betrayed them. For that reason, I know I deserve what I’m getting…I just wish I could change the whole thing.

Third Person:
Sirius stared out the window in the 7th year Gryffindor boy’s dorm. This was it. Most of his things were already packed away and ready for when he and the rest of the Marauders get on the train the next day. This was his last night in the place that was more of a home than anywhere else ever had been. Sure, he wasn’t going to miss the rules and most of the teachers, certainly not the homework, but those were only a fraction of what he’d done here.
Staring out over the grounds of the school, watching as some people lay out on the grass or near the lake; it only served to remind him of all the adventures he’d been through with James, Remus, and Peter. He’d miss it. The nights of the full moon, laying out under the tree by the lake, sneaking around at night, trying their damnedest not to get caught, there were just too many memories. He’d miss Hogwarts.

However, he still had things to look forward too. Yeah, the war was coming, it was one of the hottest topics on everyone’s mind, but that didn’t mean Sirius couldn’t think of some of the good things he had to look forward to. He’d never have to go home; he could even get his own place if he wanted. He and the others could go visit each other anytime they wanted, especially once Sirius finished his bike.

It might not be perfect, and there were definitely things about being a ‘kid’ that he was going to miss badly, but at least there was some hope and anticipation when he looked out at the horizon.

“Shouldn’t be so bad.” He smirked and stood from the window seat. Might as well finish packing.

Edited 2012-03-22 06:00 (UTC)

PLAYER
Name: Kiss
Personal Journal:

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E-mail: agrandissmant@gmail.com
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CHARACTER
Name: Lithuania [ Republic Of Lithuania (Lietuvos Respublika) | Toris Laurinaitis (Human Name) ]
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: After the 2011 Christmas event, so December 2011

Personality: Upon first meeting Lithuania, most will see him as a shy, polite kind of guy whom they can sense they'll get along with. He looks plain, not threatening, average at best on all levels at first glance. He's a nice guy and easy to mesh with, and though Lithuania is a bit on the introverted side, he's quite popular in his own right, just because people tend to have a fondness for him. He's not quick to anger and mild-mannered in most situations. Do him wrong? He'll be hurt, of course, but your transgressions will be forgiven in his own way, though it may take a while (though probably not). That's not to say he forgives and forgets, however. He carries a lot of memories with him; it's hard not to when you're a country. He might not always say he forgives someone, but the relationship of whoever has troubled him will resume to normal quite quickly, such as with Poland and his aggravation towards him that normally lasted no more than a minute or two. Lithuania tends to look for the best in people and he's blind to a lot of faults, whether by density or just selective realization, or both. He's not necessarily trusting, though, and he's been done wrong a few too many times to just let his guard down so easily. He chooses who he's comfortable with, and it shows. He's polite and congenial, more apt to be formal with acquaintances. When Lithuania is with people he's closer to, or at least more familiar with or used to, there's an obvious air about him that exudes a bit more familiarity and that he's more relaxed.

Concerning his emotions, Lithuania may be easy to read, but he keeps most of his emotions on the inside, not really openly admitting to a lot of the feelings he has. Normally it's plainly obvious how he feels, at least to more perceptive individuals, but he never out-rightly states how he feels and internalizes a lot of his worries and concerns, but only when it comes to himself. He'll continuously fret and fluster about something, enough to cause him great stress and probably an ulcer or two; he doesn't want pity or anyone to dote on him in times of need. More than anything, he wants to be independent. He's got it all under control. It all comes with being a country; he has a strong sense of independence and the ability to do things himself. Lithuania is a private person, unwilling to share the hardships he's faced, not even his best friend.

A bundle of nerves, Lithuania is always thinking about something. When living with Russia during WWII, he constantly worried over whether Poland was going to get invaded, whether Poland was ready for battle, whether Poland had any kind of defense. It's shown that he worries about his own safety, Poland's well-being, his brothers' (Estonia and Latvia) safety (though their relationship is a little lop-sided; Estonia and Latvia seem to hold him in higher regard than how he sees them, though he does have feelings of concern for them), and even how America is doing. He's nervous in general and is like a mom and housewife rolled into one, always concerned about the general state of those close to him, enough to take a lot of loads onto his own shoulders.

He likes to take care of those he cherishes too, unafraid of taking on more than his share of the work, though it's something he doesn't necessarily choose for himself sometimes, and he might complain about it a little along the way. He does find enjoyment and fulfillment in it, though, as seen with taking care of the laid back America after World War I. When forced to do things he doesn’t like or agree with, such as doing Russia’s bidding or being subjected to one too many of Poland’s whims, he doesn’t enjoy himself nearly as much. Lithuania is also kind of indebted to and knows a lot of countries, what with being moved around a lot and having to have a little assistance to stay afloat. Once, upon seeing Japan, he thanked him profusely and was very congenial towards him, all because Japan supported him a little during a tough time, though the gesture wasn't reciprocated. Though he likes to try to stay within the bounds of his close friends and brothers, he's a decent guy who likes those who help him and works well with them.

With all that concern and worry comes a bad spell or two. Though Lithuania is resilient, he's by no means optimistic. He knows that he’s still alive and now that he’s self reliant, it’ll all be okay in the end...maybe. His pessimism isn't true pessimism, just that he knows (based on his history), that bad stuff happens and he needs to be prepared for things. Lithuania's constantly got something heavy on his mind, and with people like Poland and Russia in his life, he's going to have a freak out occasionally. These range from annoyance to downright panicking, depending on how far he's pushed and the severity of the issue. He deals with a lot of stress, strain, and has had a hard time coping in the past, so he’s a little on edge, and one can’t really blame him. It's taken a toll on his body as well, and it's known that Lithuania has his fare share of stomach problems and "colds" (aka the economy isn't doing so hot). It's hard for him to be comfortable somewhere right off the bat. Since he was young, he's stayed close to only a select few people, namely Poland and his Baltic brothers, Estonia, Latvia, and Belarus (though that’s certainly debatable on her part). Though he's capable of getting close to others, he'd rather be with one of them than anywhere else and won't necessarily go out of his way to make friends, no matter how personable he seems. As a side note, it's important to know that Lithuania has only gotten really, legitimately angry once, arguably twice. It wasn't directly said to the aggressor in question, and he recovered quickly. His fuse is long and only a spark when it does finally light.

By nature, he's a nostalgic individual. He can often, when asked, describe the time of life when he was happiest: his younger years; back when life was simpler and he had close to everything he could have ever wanted. Back in the day, Lithuania used to be a large and daunting nation, winning wars and being somewhat of a powerhouse (Though after the Commonwealth fell apart and Russia got a hold of him, things changed and he became someone more reliant on others. Not to say he doesn't know HOW to stand up for himself; he's perfectly capable now, he just chooses not to meddle in others affairs and the chance to fight hasn't sprung up again, though he wouldn’t battle unless absolutely necessary anyway. That and things just never seem to go his way; he has horrendous luck. Not to mention, while he has a sense of national pride, his self confidence isn't the best as he's a relatively new independent nation and still getting his bearings, not to mention his submissive attitude). He had independence, stability, and surety. He loves being stable and happy; something he'd been without for a long time until recently. While with Russia, he had a steady job and would occasionally forget himself, mistaking momentary safety for comfort, but the good times never really out-numbered the bad. The road for him has been rocky and he likes things to be mellow, where his worrisome personality doesn't cause him as much grief as it has recently, though it's rare he gets to experience that. With his recent independence, though, he's got less on his plate to really bother him too much, though in the past he’s always had a lot to deal with and was over-worked a lot of the time.

Though he is of an independent mindset, Lithuania is decently submissive and easily pushed around and taken advantage of, mostly because he's been forced to be a lackey for so many countries for so long. He may complain about doing a certain something or other that he has to take on, but in the end he’ll get the job done and do it well. No matter what task is set before him, Lithuania will do it until it's done at 100% capacity, even though he might complain about it, depending on who's telling him to do it and/or the task. He's extremely good at menial chores, like housework and food preparation, and enjoys doing things for others when they deserve it. In the past, he’s lived with and/or worked for many people who have given him chores and loads of work to do, and he gets it done with an eventual “It can’t be helped” prerogative, even if they might be outlandish, degrading, or monotonous. Lithuania will bend over backwards and makes a wonderful grunt, though he doesn’t ever really want to be one, and he’ll take on any task given to him with only a moderate complaint or two. No matter the ordeal going on or the state he was in, he would always be able to get through it with a level head. Sure, he gets frustrated but he's a very patient person and it shows. When his patience does run out, he has a bit of a temper, but Lithuania showing anything more than mild irritation is rare. When he did happen to have an outburst (and, again, it's only happened once), Lithuania didn't even have the heart to face the person he was upset at to his face and the whole ordeal was arguably a dream sequence anyway.

As I mentioned before, Lithuania's lived with people who required some taking care of. He's a caring guy who likes to provide for those he considers his good friends, worrying over them and acting as a support for them in their times of need. With Poland, he was always there for him during the Commonwealth, worried about him during the first partitioning, and called him during World War II. Lithuania put up with whatever nonsense he would come up with, sometimes begrudgingly. Even though there were times he came to hate him, like after being belittled and over-worked during the Commonwealth, he always came back around; never holding a grudge for long. With the Baltic countries, he always took the brunt of the pain Russia dealt out and supported them, helping them in whatever way he could to make their life with Russia better. When he lived with America, he would do menial tasks for him, offer to help him in any way he could, he even slept in his bed when he asked him to. A lot of Lithuania's life has been spent taking care of others and making sure that they're okay. It's just in his nature.

Lithuania, over the years, has been thrown into many situations; a lot of which are awful, abhorrent, and downright hellish. After time, though, he's adjusted to whatever the situation is and taken it head on. Between moving from Poland to Russia to America and his fluctuating independence, he's kept a level head and grown to accept, and even sustain a certain level of comfortably, anywhere he ends up, though it differs from place to place and person to person and of course takes a while to develop. Lithuania's also by no means stupid. He knows how to correct a problem proficiently, even if he has to go at it a few different ways. He's shown to be well versed in battle tactics and strategy, is known for having an extremely intimidating aura when in battle mode or pissed off, and serious about things to almost a fault. He's certainly resourceful, and Lithuania knows how to use what's given to him quite well. He looks at most things calmly and gets them done, normally achieving the best outcome. If he doesn't get it, he'll go back, rethink it, and do it again until he gets it right. He is also interested in literature and is a well read person.

Lithuania, however, is a dense individual when people are involved. Lithuania isn't the most witty of people, as he's rather simple and applies his smarts to practical things, rather than being sarcastic and snide; he's rather open and blunt. To be frank, he’s not all that street smart and more so versed in the realm of reason and not interpersonal skills. Like with Poland, he could never quite figure out where he stood with that guy, though it took a really intelligent and intuitive person to ever really understand him anyway. With Belarus, she breaks his bones and treats him like dirt, and shrugs it off or thinks very little of it, still as in love with her as ever. His situation with America can be considered along the same lines, as America gave him dull chores and treated him like a grunt but still respected him, which Lithuania enjoyed. Inter-personally, he's not the sharpest tool in the shed and probably won't read in too much on how well one thinks of him. He’s also been known to not have too good a grasp on what he says which can sometimes turn around and bite him in the rear. Also, it's shown that he can seem a little flighty, and he can be a bit of a day dreamer, becoming a little over-comfortable. He's even fallen asleep on Russia and America (literally and figuratively, respectively) when thinking back and recalling his past, acting as a relaxant.

Now-a-days, Lithuania can handle himself pretty well, except around Russia. Russia has always been a source of terror to him, be it present day or in the past. It's implied that Russia is the main source of his emotional and physical torment; a main catalyst in his nerves and stomach problems, not to mention the various scars on his back. Most people are at least a little afraid of Russia, but Poland is an exception. Any time Russia's tried to harass Lithuania, Poland's been there to ward him off, though it hasn't always proved to work. Even though Russia terrifies him to a certain extent, he’s been his grunt and lackey for long periods of time in the past, so they are on extremely familiar terms. It's unclear in canon their true relationship, as Lithuania is extremely afraid of Russia, but Russia will call him his "ex". While Lithuania can get afraid and shake and have nervous fits, Russia's the only real thing to send him over the edge anymore.

First Person: [ It takes once or twice for the text function to turn on for him. He's still not used to it yet and the buttons are still kind of foreign. Even on his cell phones, it took him a while to get antiquated with new models. A few faint flickers of his frustrated face appear before the text finally posts. ]

Good afternoon, everyone. I have a question for everyone since I still don't completely know all the ropes, sorry.

I think I've gotten quite a few things done, like getting a place to live and stocking up on necessities. Clothes will come later, I guess.

I'm actually wondering if this town has a newspaper? I haven't heard about one so far, but I need to look at its classifieds. I know money isn't an object here, which is confusing enough, but not having a job just seems strange. Anyone who has any positions open or a listing, please contact me? I'll be extremely grateful, thank you.

Third Person: Something was simmering on the stove. His newly acquired house was quiet, but the dullness brought to it its own sense of life, he thought. As the Lithuanian sat at his new dining room table, however modest and rustic it was, and sighed contentedly. It wasn't home; it was nowhere near it.

He mused over a cup of tea, staring into its contents. He felt a little lonely; who wouldn't after spending so many years bouncing from person to person just to live, just to attempt to thrive? Well, if one could call all that thriving. There were so many bright sides to being alone and not bothered, but it was strange to Lithuania to not have to worry about taking care of someone. He didn't have to call anyone, he couldn't if he tried. He was worried, of course. No amount of reassurance would fully calm him. What was going to happen with him gone? He didn't want to think about it, but it couldn't be helped.

Lithuania pushed his chair out, stood to move to the stove to stir the pan on it. It bubbled and hissed as he stirred the saucy mixture inside; the side to the night’s meager dinner of a small ham he had found by chance at the supply store. As he stirred it, he fell into a trance, remembering so much of his life. The commonwealth, the occupations, the soviet. A frown came to his face as he recalled the countless chores and favours he had to perform for masters and partners and bosses. Did he prefer this to that?

He didn't. Lithuania had loved his past in places. Some of it was awful, he would admit. He wouldn't be the same person without it all though. He wouldn't have met his best friends, his worst enemies, his everyday annoyances. A thick smell woke him from his haze; the gravy becoming slightly charred on its bottom layer. He'd forgotten to stir about half way into his reveries of snow covered houses and golden fields, almost nodding off at the stove. That would have been a disaster. He sighed and turned the burner off. Figures that luck wouldn't serve him well.

But at this point, after the train and the new city, there wasn't much he could do about any of it.

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PLAYER
Name: Kitten
Personal Journal: hollowrussian
E-mail: inu_taiyoukai_@hotmail.com
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CHARACTER
Name: Lucien Iyesterius

Age: He appears in his mid twenties, but in truth he’s very old. He doesn’t disclose how old, and in truth he’s not completely certain when he was born anymore. Generally speaking, he’s probably around 800 to 1000 years old.

Appearance: Lucien is about six foot two inches, with an extremely fair complexion and a moderately muscular build. He’s obviously trained his body, and upkeeps his build with constant exercise. His hair is a natural fiery red, though the ends are preferentially dyed an orange-yellow color, giving the illusion of flame-tipped hair. He happens to like his hair that way, not that he’s particularly vain. His eyes are bright emerald green, and his smile is just as electrified as his eye color. Were one to look well enough, they would notice the pointed edges of his canines peeking just past his lower lip. Lucien Iyesterius is a vampire.

His clothing is neither overly simple, nor greatly extravagant. He tends to wear dark, form-fitting shirts with breathable pants, along with hardy boots. His favorite coat is bisected at the back, allowing the attachment of a sword to his belt. He wears the sheath of his blade horizontally during training, and as he is left handed, the hilt faces this arm. It’s easier for him to draw this way by now. The man also has a scarf which he is fond of, black in color, and he usually wears it as an accessory.

Lucien carries himself with a confident air. He doesn’t particularly look down on people, but neither does he think of himself as less. He walks with an easygoing gait, and is very expressive, particularly with his facial expressions and his laughter. He can also be loud with his arm movements when he wants to be. He has a Scottish accent, but it isn’t extremely overpowering. He makes himself understood when he wants to be understood. Every once in a while, especially when under some influence, his accent will become annoyingly thick.

Chosen PB: I do use game character images for Lucien, from a moderately rare game known as Tales of the Abyss (of the character Luke fon Fabre). As there have been no applications I have seen for any of the characters from this game present, I don’t feel there’s too much a problem using them.

Personality: Lucien expresses himself with a sunny disposition, and doesn’t tend to be so much the pessimist as the realist. This is because in his world, he is a very special sort of trader; the trader of not only goods, but information. Being so old, he has acquired the ability to be bright and charismatic for the job. It should always be noted, however, that because he is an information bank, he will learn about you, and he will trade information for his benefit. It’s nothing personal, it’s just how he’s gotten along for years. Under the farce of his superficiality, the man is actually pretty cold and calculating. It goes hand in hand with his realism, and he will tell you, when pushed, what you need to hear.

Lucien’s longevity is granted by his existence as a vampire. Born and turned in Scotland, he’s become the son of the world, well-traveled and well-learned. He has very good memory, which has allowed him to learn many languages, several if only in understanding. He likes knowing what people have to say about him. Regardless of such, he’s the best at English with a prevalent Scottish accent. And when he doesn’t want you to know what he’s saying or he doesn’t feel like expressing himself in a universal language, well. He’s not above switching to a language few will understand at all.

With his bright and cheerful personality—and also a token of his age—Lucien has become an extremely patient person. He will take little insult to anything, and he’s not terribly patriotic. The only way you might get a rise out of him is if you pull something from his past and lay it before him. This is incredibly difficult, as the man is impossibly secretive and doesn’t share information unless he is given equal return. That being said, he does have a breaking point, and it would be a blunder to reach it. Not only is he a vampire, but he is classified as an Elder Vampire in his world, given how old he is, and he does indeed have a great amount of power granted by age. This is, of course, barring the fact that he is Scottish, and that by heritage, he’s been taught that physical prowess is a desired trait.

Lucien has a secretly mischievous side. He likes to play tricks on others, in a somewhat playful manner. There’s something serious about setting a tripline for someone to stop them from finding you, but also something amusing from seeing them hang upside-down by an ankle. It satisfies him to catch people in his interesting traps.

World Information: Lucien is a part of a semi-post-apocalyptic world in which vampires have run over the earth and overhunted human beings. There are now few to feed the hordes, though Lucien is only lightly affected due to how rich he is and how long he can go without having blood.

History: In his world, Lucien Iyesterius is the go-to man for anyone, human, vampire, and otherwise, seeking information. His home is outfitted with a pair of Cray supercomputers—somewhat excessive to some, but he doesn’t think so—as well as a vast multitude of terabyte drives all interconnected to several monitors and other input connections. From this workstation he can organize all of his findings into vast, categorized databases. He rather likes it. It’s a step up from the handwritten historian approach. For a price, he’ll be willing to impart a piece of his immense database to you. Or if you’re bartering for something else, he’s definitely a man who knows how to find things, and he’s good at making decent clothing if he must, as well as trading for rarities from around the globe.

Lucien keeps to the British Isles pretty regularly, mostly because he likes the feel of being close to home. This is because he was, before being Turned, born Scottish. His life as a human is one of Lucien’s best-kept secrets, but he will at times admit that his heritage from previous generations was not strictly Scottish…as well as that he was born somewhere in the Highlands. That’s about it. Anything else that can be gained of his habits and such is relatively recent and has to do with his aforementioned profession.

Because of said profession, Lucien does like being hard to locate. Even within the confines of the British Isles he’s hard to pinpoint because of how often and spontaneously he’ll move. If you find him, you deserve the information he has. He does run a website upon which he will offer those who are of an inquiring mind a chance at his database. Be ready to pay very well, information on your enemies doesn’t come cheap? Why?

Well, when one imparts weaknesses and other unsavory information on an adversary, it tends to create enemies. Lucien has a great deal of those. While he’s not a coward, he’s also not stupid and doesn’t wish to get into a brawl if he can help it. His livelihood is extremely important to him, and it has been threatened before. One of his greatest enemies is the vampire Syphus Alsheer, and coincidentally, Syphus is also an Elder who blooded a vampiric anomaly, one who Lucien has kept in tight contact with. The two play a dangerous game with each other, as Syphus is the most powerful and feared vampire of their era, a title which Lucien doesn’t care to contest him for. He’s had his chance, and he has a scar on his neck to remind him of why he hides from others while selling his skill of gathering information. This is why he tends to wear his scarf, or high-collared coats and shirts.

Dubbing himself as the “Child of the World” is no small title. He’s traveled across the globe for centuries and lived in every major country at least once. His favorites include Scotland, England, France, Canada, Singapore, Italy, Norway, and New Zealand. He tries to steer clear of the United States. So much mess there, and waaaay too many young upstarts.

In his long life, Lucien has learned many skills. Swordsmanship, gathering information, making weapons and clothing…and customer service, of course!

Strengths/Weaknesses: Lucien is smart, well-educated and worldly. He can lift heavy objects that no one else would be able to, and carry them long distances if needed. He’s also charismatic and likeable.

Unfortunately, when he takes a shine to you he does like having a little fun at your expense. And he is vindictive, rather like a cat. So if you bother him, he’ll play tricks of a far nastier sort on you.

With his charismatic nature comes a sense of chivalry. Both combine to make him rather persuasive. He needs to be, since he only feeds from willing donors. No point soiling your hands when people pay for what you know, right?

Because of his chivalrous nature, he feels a need to protect those weaker than he is, which can prove a fatal distraction. And whenever he is not feeling chivalrous, he can be cold-hearted and collected. He isn’t above suggesting something that will further his ends, or being the one who says what no one else wants to hear.

Lucien is, regrettably, a slave to his hunger for blood, however loose. If he loses too much blood, he will inevitably fall into an barely controlled, if at all restrained, hunger. And if he has been fasting, the smell of blood will be an annoyance.

Abilities: Lucien has an eidetic, or “photographic” memory. Whatever he sees, he remembers. He doesn’t advertise the fact that he can remember, especially since despite having this photographic memory, he has trouble remembering vivid detail in several events. This is probably because of how long he has lived. In fact, he speculates that there are a few things he has suppressed or forgotten altogether from his deep past to make room for more information, which is why he very much enjoys his database.

In addition to his memory, Lucien is also gifted with superhuman speed and strength. He’s faster than a cheetah by far, and many times stronger. Moreso when he’s fed.

Lucien is very well-versed in swordsmanship. He’s a little less skilled in footwork, but makes up for it in sheer power and speed. Because he’s left-handed, his tendencies are flipped, something he finds has thrown off previous foes.

On the subject of feeding, he is able to suppress his need for as long as a month without feeling heavy effects. If necessary he will abstain for anywhere between then and half a year. He becomes sluggish by one month though, so he tends to hermit around his home when he needs to fast.

As well, he can withstand grievous injury and heal fast. His healing abilities when well-fed are extremely accelerated, and mortal injuries will not kill him so much as incapacitate him for up to a day. Unfed, he heals slower. It can take up to a week or more to heal from injuries. He hasn’t healed from a full decapitation before, and he’d rather not test if that’s possible.

First Person: [Well well well. This wasn’t what he expected when he’d woken up today. Actually, he was expecting a source to show up at his home, so being here on this train is kind of an inconvenience]

Sae whit’s thes all about? Nae of’en Ah’ll be thae ain bein’ pranked. Enough. Yoo’ve had yoor laugh, tell me whit’s up. Syphus, ye gettin’ bored? Ah’m sure ye kin dae better.

[He sounds unimpressed as he gets up off the train, not realizing that his newfangled pocketwatch was half-dangling out of his pants and activated. Personally he’s far more interested in peering around and trying to figure out where he even is. This obviously wasn’t anywhere NEAR London, where he’s crashing. Running a hand through his long hair, he disembarks from the train, frowning and seeing the posters.]

Ruby City, eh?

Third Person: Lucien smirked as he checked over his email for any new prospective “clients.” He loved winding these people around his finger, and keeping them constantly returning back to him with small treats here and there. Lucien posted up news on his site every once in a while. It was always just a little tidbit to tease the masses with. Usually it pertained to a person that had dissatisfied him either with payment, attitude, or something else entirely.

Yesterday, he’d dropped a little love on his favorite foe, Syphus Alsheer. Honestly now, the man begged for it with the way he lived. The finer things in life? Ha! They were all dead, and dying with little to no prey. There was hardly a fine life here, unless you were Lucien Iyesterius. He always had a friend to rely on, and a wrist to nip a few drops from. Pity. He couldn’t find any demon blood, and he rather enjoyed different varieties.

The hit on Syphus had yielded quite a few hits, most of them begging for further information. This wouldn’t be bought cheap, not if it was from Lucien.

“Ye little upstarts, ye cannae afford thes piece,” he muttered in sheer amusement as he cleared the requests. Even he wouldn’t sell Syphus out so cheaply.

A hand strayed up to his throat, and he rubbed at the scar there idly. Deep and jagged, it crossed in a lazy diagonal slope. He remembered. He respected. And, as he reached out to grab a bottle of Scotch next to his keyboard, he reflected on how much he could hate just one man.

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