Character Starters

[incubus-xavier]

“Been A while since you stepped foot in my club now hasn’t it? What brings you in?” Xavier smiled as he took a sip of his whiskey. The devilish smile which always meant he had an idea in his head. The incubus tapped the bar top, glancing at the tender as they approached. “What’ll you have? On me.” 

[teddywyatt]

Nervously, Teddy wandered around L’Enfer, still a bit shaken by all that had happened in the last few days.  He tried not to stare at the open sexual stuff happening, but it was a bit tittilating to him.  No one was really telling him what was happening, but he was starting to get a clue.  Rubbing the tattoo inked on his wrist, he wandered towards the bar, hoping he’d be able to get a drink.

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[favcredangcl]

He’d felt a lingering stare for quite some time now, without acting on it. Mal was someone who was used to have eyes trail him, though usually it would be one on one in a small room, where he had all the power. Now he still thought he had most of the power, but he had decided to at least attempt blending in. It was an ongoing test to be honest, one he was sure he wouldn’t pass because eventually it would get too predictable. Boring. “Can I help you with something?” He asked, turning his face towards the stare and meeting those eyes, a blonde eyebrow cocked in question. 

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[rcbxl]

Tatiana was sat down on a bench, watching people pass her by as she enjoyed her chocolate rum ice-cream. Very peacefully, might I add - which was completely uncharacteristic for someone who often found herself actively seeking trouble. "Being poor sucks ass, ya know." She told the person who'd sat down next to her. "Like, I don't think I can deal with not buying myself a new pair of Versace sandals every other day."

[inxxubcs]

"I'll make you a deal. Keep your mouth shut, don't annoy me and I'll buy you all the alcohol you can stomach." The words that left his lips could, truthfully, be considered way less than friendly - though, Damien did not give two fucks about it. He was annoyed enough as it was, he'd had a long day and wanted nothing than to loosen up without having to deal with any body's incessant yapping.

[colinxbarton]

The Festival had come and gone, most of it spent working. Now here he was sat, watching someone who had been too drunk to get up, unable to get himself to leave them behind, it just wasn’t in his nature to do so. Colin didn’t care if they deserved to be watched over or not, but he didn’t care much about that. Whoever this was clearly hadn’t been well, so he stayed with them while they slept off their buzz with their head on a pillow he had provided, having painkillers and a bottle of water at the ready. “Morning.” He smiled when he noticed them stir a bit. “I’m sure you’re feeling rough, have some water, you’ll feel better soon.”  Colin assured as he got up to his feet. 

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[wiltedflowerdarragh]

    “You can have it.”

    Duke quickly passed over what was left of his food to the other Chattel who had growled at him for it. A werewolf if his assumptions were correct. The werewolves had been acting testy as of late. It was better to simply give it up and return to his apartment where he could sit in peace for a little while before reporting to work. It wasn’t as if he usually ate all of his food anyway.

   Standing from the table, Darragh turned to dart out of the room before he found himself running into someone. Blood drained from his face and his eyes immediately dropped to the ground in submission. “I apologize.”

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[emersonlaurent-a]

The succubus stood amongst the crowded streets, her eyes on the sky as fireworks burst in pretty colours that showered down on the city. It was beautiful despite how noisy it all was. Emerson had a shift at Vice later that night but she decided to check out the festival for herself, knowing she didn’t want to miss out. The energy of the crowd was fully charged in a way that she could draw from it, feeding off the werewolves and other creatures. 

As someone pushed through the crowd, the succubus stumbled a few steps back before noticing something fall at her feet. Picking it up, she called out to the other. “Hey! You dropped something,” she said, holding it out for them.

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[thebrandonclark]

“Fucking hell.”

Brandon walked up the stairs to the second level of Vice shaking his head. The music thumped as the dancers on stage entertained the crowd that came to commemorate the Lunar Festival. Everyone was lost in their own mix of alcohol, music, and lust, but Brandon was too busy wiping the blood of his white shirt and powder blue suit. He had helped in “escorting” a rowdy customer off the premises that got the lucky chance to clock him across the jaw and because of the rare blue moon, the angel’s lip began to bleed. Brandon had experienced his fair share of blue moons in his long life, and though there certainly were more life-threatening experiences in the past, this was just annoying.

“Damn it,” he muttered as he tried to wipe the blood that had seeped into the white shirt. He raised his hands in surrender and shook his head in frustration. “That’s not going away any time soon.”

[jrindieroleplaymuses]

Natasha could feel it in the air. The excitement, the tension, all of it. She was feeling more and more on edge, but she was excited. Good or bad, she was always up for a little action, and she had a distinct feeling that there would be plenty of that around here. She licked her lips a little, as she walked, closing her eyes briefly, flaring her nostrils and inhaling deeply, before catching the scent of someone else. Someone near her. 

“And, just what do you think you’re doing?” she growls gently, before turning to her company. “Excited for the festival, darling?”

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[theseductrxss]

the demon had never really focused too much on why festivals were so important to people, but now she could understand. it was all exciting, the fireworks coming up, the smell of everyone around bouncing with anticipation. it almost made her mouth water at it. she had never really settled anywhere after the garden except for hell and no one was ever this excited in hell, well, except for lilith. she had been so focused on the way everyone moved about that she hadn’t notice who had approached her, though quickly a smile came over her lips. “oh, what do you need?” it took a moment for her to look at whoever it was, “sorry, bit distracted today,” she wasn’t sorry, but it was still polite to say.

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[ceasxr]

if there was anything the vampire hated more it was the large gatherings of people, if anything he would choose to never have giant festivals like the one happening soon. too many people meant there would obviously be accidents and injuries and just bad things all together, and maybe he was just being grumpy like usual but he hated it. when he heard the chime of the door open to the book shop he glanced up from his book, face blank, “we’re closing for the day, festival things,” his voice was just as blank as his face, “you can try to come back another day,” he shut the book he was reading and placed it on the desk infront of him, raising a brow at the other.

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[thelittlenephilim]

silas could feel the excitement in the air from the festival, he wasn’t necessarily accustomed to the reasons for the festival but it was still exciting to the nephilim nonetheless, he did always like to have fun. even the club was emptier than usual which gave the chattel some time to wrap a robe around himself and venture over to the bar to try and steal some cherries. he had leaned himself over the counter to sneak a few and jumped as he heard a voice come from behind him. he turned with a cherry still in his mouth, eyes wide as being caught. he bit the cherry off the stem and smiled at the other, “sorry, didn’t expect anyone to come in, everyones all busy preparing for the festival and all.”

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“Shops closing early.” Kora called from one of the back rooms of Enchanted as she heard the bell over the door chime. Walking back toward the front of the magic shop, the chattel stopped toward the front desk and idly lifted an old, decretive knife that had probably been used in a sacrifice or two many years ago before leaning back against the wooden counter. “The fireworks start in a couple hours.” Not to mention the full moon had her too on edge to man the place alone.

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