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╳I am very much a WIP╳



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►I like harp seals, so here's one


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Theron could barely hold back the chuckle that rose unexpectedly from the back of his throat at the sight of the elven girl’s wolves. “Pfft… are these two related? They’re like, polar opposites.” The ashen haired incubus leaned against the door frame, folding his arms loosely across his chest as he eyed both of his new roommate’s companions. “No need to apologize, I’m pretty sure you beat me here fair and square.” Theron made sure to be discreet as he glanced up at the girl, noticing how intently he was being watched in turn. He was amused, but decided not to try his luck too soon with a new lady friend he’ll likely be spending the next semester or so with. She’s damn cute though. “The pleasure’s all mine, Feevi. You can call me Theron.”

Cocking his head to the side, Theron moved a hand to brush his hair smoothly from his face and flashed Feevi his most charming smile. “I look forward to rooming with you.” Pleased with his delivery, he carefully approached the wolf laying on its back while eyeing the less-friendly looking one, moving a hand to start stroking the eager pet’s fur. To his pleasant surprise, his hand was met by a soft, warm belly and not the cold, hard floor beneath the shadowy summon. “Huh, what about these little guys’ names? Are you a necromancer--” Theron lifted his head in confusion as he was cut off by the jarring announcement echoing through the walls of the dorm. He paused for a moment before shaking his head in disbelief, still rubbing the female wolf’s belly gently. That’s crazy. If we can’t even trust people on this ship, what’s gonna become of the rest of us? He shook his head of the thought and returned his attention to the wolf before him. “Hey Feevi, I think she likes me. Can I keep her?” Theron jested in a lame attempt to lighten to mood.
@Rabidporcupine Yeah feel free to! It's open even once the rp starts, so I'm sure we'd all be happy to see what you come up with ^.^
Theron

“What’s a guy gotta do to get some good shut eye for once?” Theron groaned under his breath and rolled over onto his side, pulling his pillow along with him to tug one side over his face in a futile attempt to stifle to sounds of the other students gradually waking up. He was already a light enough sleeper as it is, but having to deal with the claustrophobic space and cold, hard floor that was the dining hall made it all the more difficult for the ashen haired incubus to actually get comfortable enough to fall into more than just a comatose state. After a few moments of curling himself up into a ball, hoping to steal at least a couple more minutes of rest before yet another day of monotonous classes and lackluster endeavors to feed, Theron eventually gave up and forced himself to get out of his makeshift bed. Rising to his feet, he rolled his shoulders back and stood up tall. He made his way over to the ever growing line of students that had formed by what he assumed was the information desk- he never took the time to actually remember where a lot of the important school facilities were unless they were absolutely necessary, and approaching the student information desk wasn’t really something that piqued his interest often.

Theron let out a loud yawn, bringing a hand up to his mouth to try and stifle his clear sign of exhaustion before tucking his hands into his front pockets. His drooping eyes narrowed even more as he scanned the hall around him in hopes of finding some kind of stimulation to keep him awake. A few figures caught his attention, one of which was an exceptionally tall male who he presumed to just be a well endowed human. The student had just gracefully caught a plastic card hurtling towards the corridor, and Theron’s eyes trailed down to see broad wings attached to his back, as well as talons in place of his feet. “Huh. A siren, then. I haven’t seen one quite as… archaic as him before” A grin of bemusement spread across the Incubus’ lips as he eyed the Siren down, taking in his features and marking him as a potential target of interest for later.

Before he realized it, Theron was met with the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat, followed by the sharp voice of a woman coming from above him. Clearly lost in his imagination, he quickly turned his head from the Siren down the hall to the lady before him. To his pleasant surprise, he found himself to be at eye level not with her eyes but instead with her chest. “My eyes are up here, boy.” Theron subconsciously bit his lip in approval, swiftly casting his view upward after getting a good look in. The tired elven woman seated before him was giving him a look of pure disgust, not unlike the reactions he’s received plenty of times throughout his life whenever someone learned of his race. “My sincerest apologies, darling. I was simply too--” “Save it. Name, class, and race.” She retorted, obviously not willing to humor his advance. Theron pursed his lips, a bit perturbed at the fact that this woman had just cut him off before he could lay down the smooth talk. “Nevermind that. She’s probably just as exhausted as everyone else.” The ashen haired male brought a hand up to brush his locks smoothly out of his face before replying, “Theron Nicholas Thaliard. Gunslinger. Incubus.” He paused for a moment as she turned her attention toward what looked like a list of names, then to the printer that swiftly ejected a freshly printed card with the letters “K-2” on one side. “Here you go. Floor K, Mr. Thaliard.” The elven woman handed him the card, and with an excessively deep bow and flourish of his wrist, he held his hand out to graciously accept the key from her. “Many thanks, darling. And please, call me Theron.” He lifted his head up to flash her his signature charming smile, only to see that she had already moved on to helping to the next student.

“Wellp. I’ll get ‘em next time.” Theron shrugged off his flat rejection and straightened up. Making his way towards the elevator, he walked in and typed his destination into the keypad, not without admiring his features in the highly reflective black walls of the small chamber before doing so. It didn’t take long for him to reach his floor, and he folded his arms casually behind his head while darting his eyes from one side of the corridor to the other to find his room. With his keycard in hand, he lazily slid it through the scanner and brought his face closer to what he assumed was a facial recognition camera. Only seconds later, the doors to his new room slid open, letting out a rush of cool air that swept his meticulously messy hair from his face. “Fancy,” he murmured to himself before stepping into his dormitory. A whistle escaped his lips while he scanned the entrance of the room, taking in the beautiful view from the windows as well as the sleek staircase leading to a second floor.

The Incubus took a cursory search through each of the bedrooms on the bottom floor, taking a mental note of the one he planned to claim as his own. Just as he was about to head into the next room, he heard a female’s voice coming from one of the rooms upstairs. Theron quietly ascended the stairs and approached the room with the open door so as not to startle whoever resided within. Slowly, he peeked his head in to see who had beaten him to his dorm and was surprised to be met with not one, but three different entities in the bedroom- one of which was a very cute (and petite) elf girl. “I wasn’t expecting to have this much company so early in the morning.” Theron offered the small elven girl sitting on the bed a broad smile, stepping into the room to get a better look at her and the creatures around her. One of his brows raised at the sight of the two wolves with ominous smoke auras around them. “Cute dogs. I didn’t know they allowed pets on here?”
❂Name: Theron N. Thaliard

❂Class: Gunslinger

❂Race: Incubus

❂Appearance:

5'9", usually wearing a devious grin on his face.

❂Character's Characteristics: Likes to think he's quite the charmer, but is actually quite goofy in execution. He's a logical thinker and quick on his feet, making him adept at assessing tactical situations- though that doesn't include social queues.

❂Main Weapons: Dual Pistols
Sniper Rifle
Shotgun
Grenade Launcher

❂Backstory: Born and raised as an orphan in a small children's home on the outskirts of his town, Theron has always had the stigma of being an outcast looming over him wherever he went. He always knew he was different from the other kids- they were all human, and it certainly didn't take long for him to pick up on the fact that he was more than just human. As he grew older, he grew more and more curious about his heritage and what he truly was. That lead him to run away from his home and seek out knowledge about his kind firsthand, and to see if there were any other people out there who were just like him.
Heya, I think it's about time I get started on my character sheet!


"L-Lance, bby... no... WE HAD SO MUCH CHEMISTRY!!!!"

He wailed, throwing himself out of the window. All hope was lost. No more pretty cat-elf babies.
Kuroda moonwalked from the table and towards the window.

"Later, bitches."

He saluted with a wry grin on his face, turning to kick the large glass through its frame.

Looking over his shoulder, he winked at Nuna.

"Care to join me on my campaign to world domination?"
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So uh... this is totally not happening anymore, is it? It was fun while it lasted T^T

@Meridian no problem, as long as I know you're safe <3
-sigh-
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