#tba.characters

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[ 7 OF CLUBS ] ♧ [ THE BARTENDER ] (m)

BEAU, the flirtatious barkeeper; always busy attending to the patrons of the Queen Anne’s Ace. Yet, he always has time to discuss a multitude of topics with friends and strangers alike. If he hasn’t told you about his favorite beverages to make, get ready for an earful. While being a succubus certainly has its advantages, Beau prides himself on having great skill in the concoctions he creates. Come on by and ask Beau the real difference between shaken and stirred.

What can I get 'ya? How about a tall drink of water for the tall drink of water?

Appearance:

His light brown eyes catch the glint of the lantern next to him as you enter the Queen Anne's Ace. A heavy but groomed brow lifts itself in curiosity as you step closer and sit yourself in front of him. Sitting close by, you notice how clear his almond-hued skin is. You ask him about himself and you see his long and narrow nose scrunch up as he laughs. His wide lips stretched themselves into a smile. He scratches his head, fingers running across his black wavy hair before he asks, "Do you have the rest of the day unoccupied?"

Species: Succubus

As a succubus from the Latitudes of Earth, Beau is very much versed in their many abilities at the Queen Anne's Ace. While they have the gifts of allure often associated with succubi, they also attain strength, stamina, and stealth beyond that of humans. While many of them have the option of using their abilities to drain others of their essence, Beau has found he can use his ability to get what he wants from others. But what would cause him to end up at the Queen Anne's Ace, bartending for the lunar folk of La Lalande?

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[ 8 OF SPADES ] ♤ [ THE POET ] (m)

BEAN, the quiet writer, always sits alone at the dimly lit corner of the Queen Anne’s Ace. Although it may seem he values his privacy more than others, one may come to find this poet to be quite fond of making new friends. Is it to gain more material for his prose? Is it due to his personal vice of procrastination? Is it a self-insert? Who knows? Get to know the wordsmith capable of summoning springs of vine with his words.

Appearance:

A small and thin man sits at the furthest and quietest table in the tavern, lit only by a single candle. You walk towards him hoping to share a table that's less crowded and noisy. His brown eyes hide behind his round glasses, reflecting the flame of the candle as they stare a hole onto the loops of ink he writes onto the page. He makes a displeased sound, biting his full bottom lip as the lone man crosses out the last line of words with his pen. He jolts up suddenly when he finally notices you, pushing back the thin frame of his glasses on top of his high-bridged nose. His hood shows a peek of his short black hair before he readjusts it. "Sorry, I didn't see you there. Would you like to sit down? Perhaps you would like to read some poetry with me?"

Species: Human Hedgewitch

As a human from the Longitudes from Earth, Bean is no stranger to the mystical forces that string together the many realms mankind has settled in, the lunar colony of La Lalande is no exception. While not entirely unique in physical strengths and wits, Bean does have a collective knowledge on hedge witchery and hedge magic. Using his poetry and writing, the young bard channels his words into spindly sprouts and viridian vines of neon. While it is uncertain if all humans are capable/ worthy of the hedges' magic, Bean likens it to learning a new language that hopefully isn't lost to time.