clever got me this far

independent tales series oc. sideblog to willandchoices.

[danceswithspyrites]

i love symphonia but my mind is not working with me to come up with a verse ugh.

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R O L E P L A Y   C H A R A C T E R   S T A T S   S H E E T

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▌FACE CLAIM: spike spiegel (cowboy bebop)

▌NAME: rhiard arin henson ▌AGE: 21  ▌HEIGHT: 6′2″ ▌SPECIES: human ▌GENDER: male ▌NATIONALITY: rieze maxian elympion ▌BIRTHDAY: february 22nd ▌STAR SIGN: pices  ▌RESIDENCE: drellin ▌MARITAL STATUS: single ▌ALIGNMENT: lawful neutral ▌DRINK: vodka, scotch, hot tea, whiskey ▌FOOD: roast beef, dark colored fruits, red beans and rice for some reason?? ▌DAY OR NIGHT: night ▌SNACKS: bread, egg in rice, brownies  ▌SONGS: codes - ellie goulding, burn the witch - radiohead ▌PET : none ▌COLOR: navy, grey ▌FLOWER: daisies  ▌SEXUALITY: massive shrug?? ▌ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: “why” ▌BODY TYPE: tall, lanky. lean and in shape, but not buff by any means. ▌EYE COLOR: blue-grey ▌HAIR COLOR: soft black

[danceswithspyrites]

he suddenly got a craving for rieze maxian food. nice.

[untamedunwanted]

Stop calling her pretty. She isn’t ‘pretty’. Pretty doesn’t even begin to describe her. She is so much more than that. She is kind hearted and heartbroken, gentle and dangerous, an angel one day and a she devil the next, intelligent yet silly, hilariously funny yet devastatingly sad, she is passion personified as a human being. Pretty isn’t even close. She’s a supernova that trails stardust in her wake, a constellation of contradictions plucked from outer space. And all you can think to call her is ‘pretty’.

Pretty isn’t a Pretty Word | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)

[danceswithspyrites]

ofstarsandskies

It became apparently very quickly delivery jobs were not an item to put on the table. The faint hum of acknowledgement didn’t do much to inspire confidence in his suggestions. Though thankfully when he brought up monster extermination again, the interest returned. And, to his surprise, his proposal of 75-25 got shot down for a even split between them. This plan was to help him, so if he only felt comfortable with a 50-50 split, then 50-50 it would be. “Alright, 50-50 it is. My name’s Ludger. It’ll be great working with you, sir.” As per formal introduction, Ludger held out his hand to shake.

Mentioning his former Agent status prompted a once over from his new acquaintance. “Yeah, I know. Don’t look like the typical Spirius Agent, do I?” Ludger chuckled, striking a subtle pose as he was studied. “My job was alright at first, but the longer I stayed, the more I hated what I had to do. I left Spirius at the earliest opportunity I could.” Perhaps it would be fairer to say he cut ties rather than quitting entirely. He was still Spirius’ VP on public record, but Vera handled all the responsibilities and his ‘status’ granted him nothing. Ludger’s main income was board requests and a chef job at a small cafe. 

“Want to hunt down our prey for the night on the board? There’s bound to be some requests about pesky monsters on the Alest and Torbalan Highroads.” The Highroads would be the best choice for a ‘simple’ hunt. He could supervise his partner in those areas if his marksman skills weren’t combat ready. “It’s just over here. Mind following me?” Ludger wafted through the busy market hub, spotting the familiar garb of the job board postman. “Pick any of the jobs here you feel comfortable with. I’ll stay for them all.”

               Ludger... What a weird name. All these Elympions are weird to him still, but he can’t express that. Not when he says he is one. “Rhiard. And I ain’t a sir,” he snarks back, but does take the man’s hand for a firm shake. It’s a gesture he’s heard to be an honest one, one that shows the character of a man. And it’s probably one of the only genuine thing’s he’s done here. 

             He looks over the man again while he explains, but still isn’t fully convinced. Perhaps seeing him on the battlefield as proposed will help that out. But, if it’s one thing he can completely sympathize with, it’s hating a job so much to the point of leaving. Or just straight up running away, in Rhiard’s case. But details don’t come so easily from the teen. “That bad, eh? Sucks to know. I mean, I don’t wanna work there or nothin’. But you’d think a big important place like that would be enough reason to stay.” Guess not, though. But it’s not his place or business to pry. 

             “Yeah...that’ll work.” He’s been across both areas plenty. Had to try out his pistol somewhere, after all. Can’t use spirit artes, but at least he managed to steal a gun early in his time here. He’s not proud of it, not by a long shot. But it was all he knew to do then and the only feasible weapon to better fit in here and learn quick enough to make use of it. Fists or feet, that wasn’t going to happen. And spirit artes were definitely out -- even more so as time’s gone on. He’s not crazy, right? Something about the spirits is off and has only declined since being here. But oh well. He nods at Ludger’s words, following him and keeping his hands in his pockets. At first glance, the jobs seem pretty standard...and needing all the money he can get, he points to a couple of jobs. But his Elympion reading could...use work. How to get around this? “So what kind of jobs are these here? What exactly are they wantin’ us to do?” The most he can make out is that there’s something on Torbalan Highroad. “Never done any of these, so I wanna make sure they’re done right, ya know.”

[hoodrichjay]

Very private people have mastered the art of telling you little about themselves but doing it in such a way you think you know a lot

[danceswithspyrites]

fragmenthearted

“Oh, good morning Rhiard,” she chirps. She’s dressed in a cute sundress and hat today– all set to enjoy some time off shopping, maybe wander the city a bit, watch a movie… she hasn’t decided what exactly yet, but she’s going to treat herself!

              Well, look at her! All dressed up and ready for her big day. It is April 12th, right? That’s the date she told him and the date he’s had etched in his mind since his own birthday. This guy doesn’t forget. “Morning! Dig the dress. Hate to be that guy, but you gotta date or something?” Not that a lady can’t deck herself out for her special day, of course. “And hey,” he begins again, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a book. It’s not in fantastic shape, but it’s something. Plus it’s in Elympion. No struggling with Rieze Maxian text on this one. “Happy birthday.”

[danceswithspyrites]

i’m still so mad at myself i made his name and realized his middle and last name is the name of an actual person but i realized it like way later and i’m not fuckin changin his name now lmfao

[danceswithspyrites]

FULL NAME: Rhiard Arin Henson

OTHER NAMES: Rhiard, Rhi

TITLE: Spyrite technology programmer

AGE: 21

GENDER: Male

RACE: Human

SEXUALITY: ???????? i’ve never gotten this out of him

ORIGIN: Rieze Maxia

CURRENT LOCATION: Drellin, Elympios

NATIONALITY: Elympion (so he says, but he’s Rieze Maxian)

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Elympion, Rieze Maxian 

RELIGION: None

HEIGHT: 6′2″

BODY TYPE: Slender, tall, lanky, but somewhat toned

HAIR: Black, curly

EYES: Grey

TATTOOS: None

PIERCINGS: None

EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND: Reading books wherever he could, nothing formal

SOCIAL MEDIA: No

SMOKING: Yes

DRINKING: Yes

DRUGS: No

ATHLETICS: he literally just said “walking to work” no......that’s not......how this works......

HOBBIES:  Finding good places to eat, flirting and not doing anything about it, technology (don’t get him started), spyrites

VIRGIN: No

FAVORITE DRINK: Whiskey, gin, sweet tea, flavored waters

FAVORITE FOOD: “don’t make me choose” okay...

FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, R&B

CLOTHING STYLE: Dress pants, lab coats, trench coats, loose ties, button down shirts that aren’t all the way buttoned

UNDERWEAR TYPE: boxers

Tagged by: stole from myself lol

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[inboxideas]

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There are tons out there, so tell me what you liked about mine.

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fragmenthearted

“Thanks.” She smiles a little, still sniffing. “And I thought as much, but I would have left anyway… I think I make them uncomfortable.” A side effect of being practically the adopted child of some of the most powerful people in Elympios and Rieze Maxia, she supposes. Or perhaps it was the rumors that had circulated among the Kresniks after they’d returned from Canaan. Rumors she’d been too young to understand at the time… 

She’d been too young for a lot of things.

Elle rubs her eyes with a hand, then hesitantly takes the offered arm. She wasn’t expecting this kind of treatment… it’s nice. 

“Thank you… I um… have an apartment over at Freres. It’s not far.” It was too big for her, and probably would have cost too much for a normal student, but, well it did belong to her now, along with all of Ludger’s things. 

Ludger… She presses a clenched hand to her chest, the new dull stab of memory actually hurting this time. “…actually, I’m sorry… but do you mind if you drop me off somewhere else? I… don’t think I can go back there right now.”

                “You? Make someone uncomfortable? I don’t buy that,” he says, offering her a smile. “You’re pretty relaxed, s’far as I can tell. You don’t make a big show of yourself, either. I don’t know. I mean, I feel pretty comfortable around you, and that’s saying something. Between you and me, I don’t like most people.” And there’s a quick wink. Poor girl, though. For her to think she makes her family uncomfortable... He doubts it, but who really knows. He’s already made blunders in their conversation, though. Best to just reassure her at this point -- but he does mean it. 

                    “Oh, the one with the swingsets? Heh. I’ve never been in that place, but I went there sometimes as a kid.” Free entertainment and all. Of course, it was only at night when he wouldn’t be scolded for playing on another’s property. Well, less likely, anyway. Pretty sure someone threw a shoe out the window at him one night. 

                   He begins leading in that direction until he feels that sharp movement from her, so he stops, looking down to see what the matter was. Well, she’s far too young to be having a heart attack ( right? ) but she looks pained again. “No, s’okay. You don’t have to apologize. I’ll take you wherever you feel comfortable, alright? You just name it, shorty. I’ll get you there. Promise.” Ugh, promises. What’s he doing going around using those kinds of words? 

[rpmusings-galore]

“ A BIG GUN and a  CONFIDENT ATTITUDE  will get you through a lot in life! “

[danceswithspyrites]

fragmenthearted

Aren’t they friends by this point? Elle thinks so. “My birthday? It’s April 12th. Six days after my mother’s, actually. She apparently said that I was the best birthday present ever.” She smiles– she treasures when she finds memories that are still good despite everything. “But if you’re thinking of doing something for me, you really don’t need to…”

           “Noted.” He won’t forget that, either. But man oh man -- her mother said that? What a nice lady she must have been. Having a child and actually caring for them... Not just some number or a tool to be used when they’re of a capable age. “Oh no, don’t talk me out of it. You just admitted you were a birthday kind of gal. Too late for my birthday, but I’ll keep yours in mind, alright?”

[danceswithspyrites]

fragmenthearted

“Well, yeah, it would have been nice… I like to know my friends’ birthdays.” Elle believed that everyone deserved some sort of celebration– if they didn’t like big things, then something small; if they didn’t like their birthday, then some other day. Everyone deserved something.

           Friends? She’s hitting all the unfamiliar areas today. But he’s not gonna break a lady’s heart and question said friendship. He’ll take it...gladly, at that. “Well, hey. Had I known you’re into birthdays, I woulda told you,” Is he supposed to fix this? Can’t really go back to this birthday now. “But since we’re on the subject, when’s yours?” Too late for his, but hopefully not so for hers.

[danceswithspyrites]

fragmenthearted

“But you didn’t even say anything…”

          “Was I...supposed to tell you? Did you wanna know?” Well, now he’s genuinely curious. Can’t say he’s used to people caring about his birthday.

[danceswithspyrites]

fragmenthearted replied to your post “i forgot his fucking birthday yesterday lmfao”

//Elle's curious now haha.

            “Nothin’ to be curious about, shorty. Just another year.”

[danceswithspyrites]

i forgot his fucking birthday yesterday lmfao