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Thomas inclined his head slightly in recognition of Capello appearing at his side. Funny, I don't recall.. His nose gave an irritated twitch. An illusion, of course! Am I truly getting this slow?
"Ah, yes, do we have our dearest guest to thank for it?" He asked in reply, giving a small shake of his head as the apparition addressed the other man in the hall before disappearing without a trace. He had thought the sudden appearance of rain to be odd when the news station had forecast it as bright and sunny all week, but what did humans know of meteorology when they didn't even know how easily it could be manipulated by a single entity.
The space that the illusion left was quickly filled with silence as Thomas observed the young gentleman in the hallway, he was German going by the accent that came through as clear as his discomfort, as he attempted to fill the void with conversation.
"Hallo, I'm Victor Steiner, one of the new residents."
"A pleasure Victor, I'm Thomas, but many refer to me simply as Tom" He said with as much of bow as his cane would allow him. He faintly noticed someone at his back, but they were speaking so quietly he had trouble discerning whether or not they were addressing him.
"Attacked you say? Well, no doubt Marie is in there with them, and if she were to catch me trailing water through her lobby like this... Well, it doesn't bode well to even think about it." He said with a warm smile. A blur of movement caught the corner of his eye, and his brow came down in a frown, feeling somewhat guilty at having not turned around earlier to confirm his doubts.
He gave a quick nod and raised eyebrow at Kimiko as she passed them in the hallway, chuckling to himself at the look that passed across her face at his drenched state, he once again turned back to Victor.
"I do fear everything is in disarray, forgive me, but I must take my leave. I believe some may be in need of a good solid drink before the day is through and what good is it to them if they find the bar closed?" He asked rhetorically, giving Victor a firm pat on the shoulder as he walked passed him down the hallway.
"Do come for a drink if you find this all as overwhelming as I." He added over his shoulder as an afterthought, quickly disappearing around a corner.
"Ah, yes, do we have our dearest guest to thank for it?" He asked in reply, giving a small shake of his head as the apparition addressed the other man in the hall before disappearing without a trace. He had thought the sudden appearance of rain to be odd when the news station had forecast it as bright and sunny all week, but what did humans know of meteorology when they didn't even know how easily it could be manipulated by a single entity.
The space that the illusion left was quickly filled with silence as Thomas observed the young gentleman in the hallway, he was German going by the accent that came through as clear as his discomfort, as he attempted to fill the void with conversation.
"Hallo, I'm Victor Steiner, one of the new residents."
"A pleasure Victor, I'm Thomas, but many refer to me simply as Tom" He said with as much of bow as his cane would allow him. He faintly noticed someone at his back, but they were speaking so quietly he had trouble discerning whether or not they were addressing him.
"Attacked you say? Well, no doubt Marie is in there with them, and if she were to catch me trailing water through her lobby like this... Well, it doesn't bode well to even think about it." He said with a warm smile. A blur of movement caught the corner of his eye, and his brow came down in a frown, feeling somewhat guilty at having not turned around earlier to confirm his doubts.
He gave a quick nod and raised eyebrow at Kimiko as she passed them in the hallway, chuckling to himself at the look that passed across her face at his drenched state, he once again turned back to Victor.
"I do fear everything is in disarray, forgive me, but I must take my leave. I believe some may be in need of a good solid drink before the day is through and what good is it to them if they find the bar closed?" He asked rhetorically, giving Victor a firm pat on the shoulder as he walked passed him down the hallway.
"Do come for a drink if you find this all as overwhelming as I." He added over his shoulder as an afterthought, quickly disappearing around a corner.
12 hour night shifts are killer, I do apologize for my characters eyes rolling into the back of his head as he stares blankly in reply to all of you.
Thomas walked onward through the rain, the steady patter sound from atop his umbrella lulling him into a calm state, as he sought to get to his destination. In the distance loomed Primrose Terrace, a vestige of safe havens for his kind, and one he had been lucky enough to secure a job at. It truly is a beautiful location, far better than.. His trail of thought broke off as the wind picked up, hurtling the rain sideways into his face, with a grimace he readjusted his umbrella and.. Whoooosh! It took off into the skies, ripped from his grasp, yet still within reach if he chose to react. A smile crept onto his face as he let the winds carry it away, he always claimed to enjoy the rain, despite his best efforts to remain dry during such weather. He figured it was about time he lived up to his words.
A few minutes later had him at the front gates, every stitch of clothing soaked, his coat thrown over the briefcase he carried to shelter it from the worst of the weather. He paused a moment taking in all the details of the building, it was excellently kept, whomever they got to do the gardens was to be commended and the building itself was a respectable image that radiated wealth. His leg gave a sharp twist of pain as he took his next step, his brow knitting together in a frown as he sought to compose himself, drawing forth his walking cane from a sleeve of his shirt as if some bottomless compartment lay within. Leaning heavily upon it, he made his way to the entrance and opened the door with a shoulder, a rhythmic Tap Tap Tap accompanied him across the lobby.
Much to his surprise he found the place empty, though he could hear what sounded like people talking somewhere further in the complex. "Hello?" He called out hesitantly, making sure to stay atop the tiles, as a small pool of water was forming at his feet. He really hoped he wasn't intruding upon matters that were not his own.
A few minutes later had him at the front gates, every stitch of clothing soaked, his coat thrown over the briefcase he carried to shelter it from the worst of the weather. He paused a moment taking in all the details of the building, it was excellently kept, whomever they got to do the gardens was to be commended and the building itself was a respectable image that radiated wealth. His leg gave a sharp twist of pain as he took his next step, his brow knitting together in a frown as he sought to compose himself, drawing forth his walking cane from a sleeve of his shirt as if some bottomless compartment lay within. Leaning heavily upon it, he made his way to the entrance and opened the door with a shoulder, a rhythmic Tap Tap Tap accompanied him across the lobby.
Much to his surprise he found the place empty, though he could hear what sounded like people talking somewhere further in the complex. "Hello?" He called out hesitantly, making sure to stay atop the tiles, as a small pool of water was forming at his feet. He really hoped he wasn't intruding upon matters that were not his own.
Name: Thomas Thatcher, or simply just Tom.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Role: Bartender.
Apartment No: N/A
Race: Descendant of 'Spring heeled Jack'
Abilities: Enhanced agility and dexterity (Almost superhuman), above average strength, can spit blue flames from his mouth, though he sees this as more of a party trick than anything useful as the flames gutter out quite quickly, and is able to leap incredible heights and distances (He boasts of once clearing a ten story building.)
Strengths/Weaknesses: His enhanced agility and dexterity grant him great reaction time in combat situations, able to dodge most physical attacks, wearing down his opponents as he strikes when an opportunity presents itself. The aforementioned skill set combined with his ability to leap, make him just about impossible to catch if he so wishes to retreat from a fight. Back in his prime, Thomas was able to achieve an untouchable state when in combat, but an incident later on left his right leg lame forcing him to rely on a walking cane that he'll pivot and maneuver around on in a fight.
Bio: Thomas started his life in London, England, born to single mother whom was teetering on the brink of financial ruin. His abilities came into fruition early on in his childhood, his mother seeing them as a gift from god granted to her son so he might make something of himself. It wasn't too soon afterward that his life became embroiled with the brutal world of the Youkai, and he himself was targeted by a pure blooded Barghest. The creature stalked him home and in the dark of night broke into the house, baying for blood as it charged for his room. Awakened by the sound, the young Thomas was able to escape from his window, situated on the second floor, to the rooftops across the street, but in his panic he had forgotten about his mother whom the creature killed in its fury. Having bore witness to the danger half bloods such as himself were at risk of and the risk they posed to those around them, he set out into the world with vengeance in his heart and a determination to prevent any others from experiencing such loss, this landed him a job as a bodyguard for high class half bloods. But years later and for reasons known only to him and a few others he retired, applying later for a position as a bartender at Primrose Terrace.
Other: Thomas has a love of magic tricks and sleight of hand, always willing to show off to those who ask.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Role: Bartender.
Apartment No: N/A
Race: Descendant of 'Spring heeled Jack'
Abilities: Enhanced agility and dexterity (Almost superhuman), above average strength, can spit blue flames from his mouth, though he sees this as more of a party trick than anything useful as the flames gutter out quite quickly, and is able to leap incredible heights and distances (He boasts of once clearing a ten story building.)
Strengths/Weaknesses: His enhanced agility and dexterity grant him great reaction time in combat situations, able to dodge most physical attacks, wearing down his opponents as he strikes when an opportunity presents itself. The aforementioned skill set combined with his ability to leap, make him just about impossible to catch if he so wishes to retreat from a fight. Back in his prime, Thomas was able to achieve an untouchable state when in combat, but an incident later on left his right leg lame forcing him to rely on a walking cane that he'll pivot and maneuver around on in a fight.
Bio: Thomas started his life in London, England, born to single mother whom was teetering on the brink of financial ruin. His abilities came into fruition early on in his childhood, his mother seeing them as a gift from god granted to her son so he might make something of himself. It wasn't too soon afterward that his life became embroiled with the brutal world of the Youkai, and he himself was targeted by a pure blooded Barghest. The creature stalked him home and in the dark of night broke into the house, baying for blood as it charged for his room. Awakened by the sound, the young Thomas was able to escape from his window, situated on the second floor, to the rooftops across the street, but in his panic he had forgotten about his mother whom the creature killed in its fury. Having bore witness to the danger half bloods such as himself were at risk of and the risk they posed to those around them, he set out into the world with vengeance in his heart and a determination to prevent any others from experiencing such loss, this landed him a job as a bodyguard for high class half bloods. But years later and for reasons known only to him and a few others he retired, applying later for a position as a bartender at Primrose Terrace.
Other: Thomas has a love of magic tricks and sleight of hand, always willing to show off to those who ask.
Think I might go cry in the corner, just got off a week of night shift to see that it's all gone a bit awry.
..oh well, if you ever start something like this up again, give us a call.
..oh well, if you ever start something like this up again, give us a call.
In case you're still taking people on board, figured I may as well post a Character sheet.
Name: Marcus Ashemark
Age: 11
Gender: Male
House: Gryffindor
Magical Heritage: Pure blood
Appearance:
Backstory/Personality: Marcus was born a single child to a wealthy family within the wizarding community, each of his parents respectable members of the public and the ministry of magic, his early years were spent with his mother, who put aside her job to raise the newborn boy, at their family home in Godrics Hollow. His fathers presence was sorely missed as he took on more hours to accommodate for the new addition to his family. Marcus grew up with a sturdy knowledge of the magical world and its inner workings, developing a strong set of principles mainly adopted from his fathers own, whom was a silent yet diligent worker, with a strong loyalty to his family.
He became fond of the sport Quidditch and fast became a steady supporter of the 'Falmouth Falcons' due to their passionate and quite often violent play style, this led him to be a somewhat rough around the edges youth, often playing outside with other lads around his age and older. Much of this was to the chagrin of his parents, as the others he played with were mostly half-bloods or from lesser houses, but his parents chose not to discourage his interactions with them, still believing him too young to discern the importance of blood in the wizarding community.
Marcus enjoys the company of others, although quiet around strangers, he grows fiercely loyal toward those who show him kindness. He's a fast learner, but finds himself easily distracted and at times downright lazy with subjects that bore him. He believes courage is best used in the face of adversity, but knows to keep a levelled head, nothing good comes to those who charge in head on.
Personal Items: 13 inch, ash wood wand with a unicorn hair core.
Special Gifts and Abilities: Marcus has a good degree of skill with a broom, his mimicked style of play from his favourite team, having pushed him to try somewhat dangerous stunts, has set him up as a potential chaser for his house when he gets older. He has also developed an uncanny talent for charms, a class which he thoroughly enjoys.
Name: Marcus Ashemark
Age: 11
Gender: Male
House: Gryffindor
Magical Heritage: Pure blood
Appearance:
Backstory/Personality: Marcus was born a single child to a wealthy family within the wizarding community, each of his parents respectable members of the public and the ministry of magic, his early years were spent with his mother, who put aside her job to raise the newborn boy, at their family home in Godrics Hollow. His fathers presence was sorely missed as he took on more hours to accommodate for the new addition to his family. Marcus grew up with a sturdy knowledge of the magical world and its inner workings, developing a strong set of principles mainly adopted from his fathers own, whom was a silent yet diligent worker, with a strong loyalty to his family.
He became fond of the sport Quidditch and fast became a steady supporter of the 'Falmouth Falcons' due to their passionate and quite often violent play style, this led him to be a somewhat rough around the edges youth, often playing outside with other lads around his age and older. Much of this was to the chagrin of his parents, as the others he played with were mostly half-bloods or from lesser houses, but his parents chose not to discourage his interactions with them, still believing him too young to discern the importance of blood in the wizarding community.
Marcus enjoys the company of others, although quiet around strangers, he grows fiercely loyal toward those who show him kindness. He's a fast learner, but finds himself easily distracted and at times downright lazy with subjects that bore him. He believes courage is best used in the face of adversity, but knows to keep a levelled head, nothing good comes to those who charge in head on.
Personal Items: 13 inch, ash wood wand with a unicorn hair core.
Special Gifts and Abilities: Marcus has a good degree of skill with a broom, his mimicked style of play from his favourite team, having pushed him to try somewhat dangerous stunts, has set him up as a potential chaser for his house when he gets older. He has also developed an uncanny talent for charms, a class which he thoroughly enjoys.
Interested.
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