Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThank you, cheers,ā Blaise took the beer with a smile, clinking against Nehemiahās before taking a sip. Blaise was glad that heād introduced himself, as he was drawing a terrible blank when it came to just who he was. Reaching with his free hand to shake the one that Nehemiah offered him Blaise smiled again. āYeah I tend to keep to myself a lot, or Iām teaching so my free time is pretty limited.ā His words were apologetic but accompanied by a warm smile before turning to look out at the view, stepping closer to the edge to take it in properly. āItās nice to meet you, Iām Blaise.ā It might not have been the most spectacular view but it was nice nonetheless. āWhat brings you up here? Just enjoying the view?ā
āI get that. This place is pretty crowded and rowdy so I donāt blame you,ā he nodded and took another sip of his beer before looking at Blaise with a surprised expression at hearing his other reason for sticking to himself. āWait, youāre a teacher? Like to actual kids or to Lycans?ā Nehemiah couldnāt recall the last time heād come across someone who did anything other than kill or teach to kill. While he had no idea what kind Blaise took part in, he still found it a welcome change from hearing about someoneās kill count on Vampires all the time. āNice to meet you too, man.ā Admittedly, Nehemiah hadnāt seen his night going this way, though he wasnāt complaining. It was probably better to share a beer with a pack mate anyway than a total stranger if he wanted to keep it low key tonight. āPretty much. Itās nothing compared to the city but itās got a certain charm to it. You?ā
āYeah Iāll start charging a fee! Fifty bucks to perch on the side here for an hour, Iām a true entrepreneur in the making.ā She rolled her eyes, no one would go for it and anyone else using the roof for an escape would probably beat her ass over it anyways. Not worth it.Ā āExactly what it sounds like asshole, your eyebrows are practically a unibrow and youāre frowning. Broody life contemplating face. Duhā I swear you old ass lycans act like you donāt know anything.ā She had the reflexes to take him with her in the even that he followed through with pushing her over the side, instead of landing on her feet, the way she knew it would work out, sheād just use him to break her fall.Ā āOkay whatever you donāt brood but you do have the face for it and I will stand by that until the day I die.ā Andy gave an offended scoff,Ā āYeah right! That is pure dude funk just admit it!. And I donāt think, I know Iām your only friend. Who else could put up with you? And thatās a legit question.ā
ā50 bucks for an hour?! For something free?! Youāre absolutely right, youāre a thief in the making.ā He gave her an incredulous look before nodding in agreement and finishing the rest of his beer. Not to say he was against people who ran their own businesses for a living, his own father did back in the day, but there were still plenty of ones that toed the line between legal and thievery from how much theyād charge for the smallest of shit. āOh really? Youāve been looking that hard, Andy? See something you like, huh?ā Nehemiah smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Andromeda was an attractive woman, and he thought maybe the sex between them could be hot, but he really had no intentions of finding out. āThere you go again with my face! You sure you donāt have a crush on me?ā No way could he keep a straight face with that one and ended up bursting out laughing. The thought of her having a crush on him was ridiculous. āWhatever. I know I smell good,ā he rolled his eyes. āAnd thatās not true! Thereās plenty of people who would. Youāre just one of the friends that I donāt fuck.ā
āThe fall might be good for me ya know? Might knock some sense into me.ā A hint of a grin played at the corners of her lips before her signature frown slid back into place,Ā āMy eyes are fine, youāre just mad that you didnāt put your name on the roof and now Iām going to beat you to it.ā Andy looked down at the street, there was still people passing by and she wondered about throwing water balloons over the edge. It was a childish idea but she still decided to tack it onto her to do list.Ā āYouāre so lyingā look you even still have your broody life contemplating face on.ā She took the offered beverage and nearly drank the rest of it before handing it back, she didnāt particularly like beer but it wasnāt so low on the totem pole that it was off limits.Ā āBeer tastes like ass why do we drink itā and I came up here because I smelled your funk from the street. Try showering once in awhile. Couldnāt pass up the opportunity of maybe getting to kick you off the roof also.ā Andy had only gone up there to bother him, from what sheād seen from the ground level he looked like he was moping.Ā āHow dareā I, your very best and probably only friend, came up here to check on you and I get called nosy. I see where your loyalty is.ā
āOh, be my guest then! Iāll even move out the way cause Iām so nice.ā He scooted over a bit to the left before he gestured for her to jump as he smiled up at her. He knew she wouldnāt actually do it, but Nehemiah couldnāt help but think how badass it would be if she did. āIām not even going to pretend like thatās not true,ā he chuckled before taking another sip of beer, sharply turning to look back at Andy when he was done. āIām still coming up here though. She was my mistress first.ā Rooftops had never been Nehemiahās thing up until recently but heād be lying if he said he didnāt secretly want it all to himself for nights like these. āBroody life contemplating face? What the fuck does that even mean?ā Maybe her eyesight wasnāt bad after all, but he wouldnāt admit that either. āI donāt brood and neither do I have a face for it. Keep it up and see I wonāt throw you off this roof myself. Just takes one push.ā He clowned, taking his beer when Andy returned it. It was all about avoid and deny tonight. āOh yeah, thereās definitely something wrong with you because I showered an hour ago so that funk must be coming from your upper lip.ā Nehemiah laughed as he playfully flicked her top lip with his finger, ignoring her comment about wanting to push him off the roof. āItās cute you think youāre my only friend. And for the millionth time, Iām not moping! Iām enjoying the view!ā
She hadnāt actually been looking for him, hell she rarely ever went up to the roof from fear that one of the wolves that grew tired of her bullshit would get the bright idea to push her over the side. Healing broken bones was such a pain in the ass. But sheād been passing by below and caught his scent and that only left her with one option. Go fuck with him. She placed the sole of her comb at boot on his shoulder and gave a small nudge before taking a seat next to him.Ā āSo what? You own the whole roof now?ā Andy dramatically turned her head every which way to survey the area,Ā āDonāt see your name on it punk.ā Her short locks were pulled back into a little nub of a ponytail so most of the shorter pieces still fell loosely around her face,Ā āWhat are you even doing up here? Lemme guessā youāre contemplating lifeās mysteries and whether or not youāre going to be living the party life for the rest of your supernatural existence?ā
Keeping his back toward someone wasnāt something Nehemiah would do in any other situation, but thought he could make an exception once he caught the familiar scent of Andy. Until he felt the sole of her boot digging into his shoulder and quickly realized how stupid his decision was. Why was he not surprised? Of course sheād be the one to try to murder him when he least expected. Nehemiah could honestly say he hadnāt seen it coming but at least he wasnāt surprised. āCute. But if I go down, we both go down.ā He warned with a playful lilt as he reached back to tightly grip her ankle. He knew Lycans always landed on their feet, but that still didnāt mean he wanted to be pushed. Thankfully, Andy showed mercy and saved his murder for another day when she took a seat beside him after he let her go. āYeah! You didnāt see it on the way in,ā he pointed behind him at the door with a smirk. āDamn! You got shit eyes for a Lycan, girl.ā Heād never admit it out loud, but Nehemiah always did look forward to messing with her. āWhat? No,ā he looked at her like she grew three heads. āI just wanted a beer.ā He held up his drink and shook it before offering her a sip. It was a complete lie, but he wasnāt about to admit that. āIs that whatĀ you cameĀ up here to do, nosy?āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā There was something about the sun sinking below the horizon. Blaise didnāt know if it had something to do with the lycan part of him, or if he was just paying more attention lately. Ever since heād been turned Blaise had felt more of a connection to the night. Something about the darkness called to him. Though sometimes he felt he had read too many science fiction novels. As the run set this evening Blaise had found himself slipping through the brownstone, making his way up to the roof.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He hadnāt been up to the roof of the brownstone where the pack lived in a while. Lately heād been just keeping to himself in his own apartment getting through each day. But tonight he found himself missing the view as he wandered up through the house.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI donāt mind sharing, do you happen to have another?ā Gesturing to the beer in the other Lycanās hand. āOr was it b-y-o-b?ā
It was after he heard the question that Nehemiah had finally turned around to face the person behind him. It wasnāt a face he was particularly familiar with, but one heād still seen around the house before. What the other Lycanās name was had completely escaped him though. Nehemiah guessed he often kept to himself and that was probably the reason why. āNot at all! Whatās mine is yours,ā he shook his head before turning to grab the other bottle seated beside him. āLooks like youāre in luck, my friend. Got one more left.ā It was supposed to be a slow night so he only brought two beers since Nehemiah knew heād be downing the whole bar until early morning once he hit the club. Quickly cracking open the top, he then handed the beer over to the guy and held his own up to clink them together in celebration. Of what? He didnāt know. āCheers!ā And then took a sip. āI havenāt seen you around much. Iām Nehemiah by the way. You?ā He held out his other hand for the man to shake.Ā
Nehemiah was seated on the ledge of the pack houseās roof with his legs dangling over the edge as he stared out at the neighborhood and drunk a beer. Heād been up there for awhile now, silently watching the yellows and reddish oranges of sunset turn into the dark blues and purples of twilight as it slowly sunk beneath the horizon. Most days at this time heād already be at the club downing shots, but tonight he wanted to take it slow for a change and enjoy the sound of the neighborhood before he hit the city later on. The clubs were open until the early hours of the morning anyway so he knew he wouldnāt be missing out on much if he arrived late. And thatās how he ended up on the roof secretly hoping that anyone who passed by down below would kindly ignore him. But it seemed he wasnāt the only one who had the same idea tonight because Nehemiah heard the roof door creak open and footsteps approaching.Ā āSpots taken...unless you donāt mind sharing?ā He chuckled and took another sip of his beer, still facing forward.
( SAMUEL LARSEN. MALE. ) Rumor has it that ( NEHEMIAH DENSON ) has been spotted skulking around New York City streets recently. ( HE ) is a ( 350 ) year old ( LYCAN. ) They have a good reputation for being ( LAID BACK + FRIENDLY, ) but have also been known to be rather ( AIMLESS - STUBBORN. ) Theyāre known for being the ( LOST SOUL. )
Hullo~! Iām Haiz and I go by they/them pronouns. Iām super stoked to be here (been stalking this place since before it opened) and canāt wait to rp with as many of you as I can. Fair warning though, I havenāt rped or even written anything in forever so please excuse whatever the hell that mess below is. Iāve had Nemo for a few years now but Iām literally still trying to figure this boy out. Enjoy!
- Ā Ā Ā Ā Heās a āpurebloodā Lycan as he inherited the virus from both his parents. While his father was born human, Nehemiahās mother who was a Lycan from birth turned his father after he was stabbed by a gang of bandits when they were traveling around Mexico before Nehemiah was born.
- Ā Ā Ā Ā Nehemiahās never cared much about the Vampire-Lycan war at all because heās lost nothing to it and he's usually too busy worrying about the next club or party heāll be attending. Heās a lover and not a fighter, unless he absolutely has to be, and would rather be swallowing copious amounts of alcohol and drugs next to the loud speakers of a nightclub or wooing pretty people to bed than out there sinking his claws into every vampire he comes across. However, that doesnāt mean he wonāt kick some ass if heās provoked or someone has intentionally hurt someone he cares about.
-Ā Ā Ā Ā Nehemiah doesnāt do labels when it comes to his sexuality and probably never will. He struggled with this and was terrified by it for many years during the times it wasnāt accepted, but heās put that past him and now doesnāt care whatās between someoneās legs because heāll still sleep with them regardless. Itās all the more the merrier to him. Heās also polyamorous and doesnāt believe in keeping his partners all to himself if he manages to find someone heās actually interested in dating since he doesnāt do much of that.
- Ā Ā Ā Ā He was born in Mexico to a Maya mother and Norwegian noble father in the last Maya Kingdom, but his parents decided to move to New York City, then called New Amsterdam, after the kingdom fell to the Spanish and raised Nehemiah there. So, heās been living in New York for a very long time and only moved to Brooklyn when he found Vivianās pack. He still has an apartment in the city that he bought years ago and often travels between the two boroughs.
- Ā Ā Ā Ā His parents died in a ship accident 200 years ago which left Nehemiah with little to nothing to survive on his own. He inherited almost nothing when his father died because he was an illegitimate and mixed child compared to the ones his father had back in Norway so he was left with only the house that they bought in New Amsterdam. The next 100 years were very difficult for him as he attempted to evade slavery and starving to death, doing whatever he could to provide for himself on the harsh streets of New York before he finally received the rest of his fatherās inheritance after the other family had died which made his life a little easier.
- Ā Ā Ā Ā Despite his loyalty and love for his pack, Nehemiah only searched for one because his parents told him Lycans were stronger together than alone and only stuck around because he had nothing else to do (and he was sick of being alone). Heād spent so much time trying to survive on his own after his parents died that he never had any dreams that didnāt involve finding food and shelter. He had hoped that finding a family of his own would give him some purpose in life but still hasnāt found one even after all these years. Nehemiah thought heād feel content with partying forever when he first tried it, but heās reaching an age where heās really starting to question what the hell he wants to do or is supposed to do with his immortality when the partying gets old.
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Literally give me anything. I donāt care if itās lovers, friends, frenemies, best/friends, past/current lovers, one night stands who canāt let go, current/past crushes, something toxic and dysfunctional, something cute and fluffy. Gimme all of them!Ā
