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Skyworld (Sanquin / EasilyAmused)

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⊹ 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼 ⊹ A Role Play Request |OPEN|

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While I make breakfast and write a few responses!

⊹ 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼 ⊹ A Role Play Request |OPEN|

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Skyworld (Sanquin / EasilyAmused)

Rei Carpenter

27 years old

☘ Charming ☘ Coy ☘ Trickster ☘ Sweet_{when needed} ☘ Furiously Loyal_{to those who earn it}

Rei grew up with a family of thieves, treasure hunters and barters. Her family made their money by ‘excavating’ artifacts and became well known, and somewhat hated, throughout the country even after everything spread apart, her actual last name is LeFontaine but she knows better than to flaunt her parents’ name. Some people hate them, others love them and you never know who’s side anyone is on when you first meet them.

Despite following in her parents footsteps, she is a decent person. She doesn’t steal from anyone who can’t afford to lose something but she isn’t an individual who robs from the rich to give to the poor. She likes money and she will pay those who help her but she is not afraid to get her hands dirty. Her parents insisted on her taking physical defense classes and gymnastics so she is quick, limber and she can fight.

‘Fear’ is a rare feeling for her, mainly because she lives wildly and doesn’t really care much about herself. Her reasoning would be because she doesn’t feel like she has much to live for anyway. So she plays reckless and does things she probably… well shouldn’t. The only major fear she has is flying; she can handle swinging form things, climbing high and tightrope walking but… flying and relying only on a machine to keep you in the air without anything to hold onto is completely terrifying but… it’s the only way to travel.

Equipment:
◾ Analyzing goggles she’s had since she was a child
◾ Grappling hook.
◾ Special gloves: elemental resistance and adapts to the wearer’s needs; sticky, magnetize, vice trip and many others.
◾ Small knives hidden on her person
◾ 6 round pistol.
◾ Machete because, you never know when you’d need it.

Cell Block - Persona |SinfulSkills & Mistress Dizzy|

-internal scream-
-forced smile-
-eye twitch-
I posted from my phone...
And it didn't take...
And I didn't save the post...

-grabs pillow-
-screams into it-
-pulls face out-
-breathes-
Okay!
Bare with me, I will respond tomorrow.
I'm so sorry I don't know how I didn't catch that!

A Professor's Tale. |Tranquility & EasilyAmused|

Gabrial needed to learn about the Slytherin house and in less than 24 hours. Damn it Minerva! As he munched away on his food eating almost like a starved child… that was until one of the professors shot him a disapproving look and his manners switched. They did a 180 compared to the way he was acting before. He started using manners befitting someone of the upper class with his napkin relocated to his lap, his knife ins his right hand and his fork in his left and instead of clawing into his turkey legs, he cut of the meat like a citizen much higher than what he originally given off but hey, if that’s what it takes to keep the other professors happy than whatever, he could pig out later.

Placing down his knife he filled his goblet with a much needed glass of red wine before taking a long drink. Oh there wasn’t enough alcohol to get through tonight and the poor soul didn’t pack any. Maybe he could but stuff at the nearby town or have some owled to him. If he was going to make it through the school year it was going to require more alcohol than he had. Finishing his drink he placed it back down and went back to cutting his meat.

His ember gaze shot towards Fianna as she spoke. A nod rose and fell in a nod as he listened to her compliment them. A laugh left him after he swallowed, “You’re the first person to feed a compliment to how hard we all actually worked. Thanks!” It wasn’t often the man got complimented, believe it or not so hearing that made him beam and… even blush a bit. But his attention turned back to his food as he attempted to ignore his own blushing and focus on eating.

Her next statement surprised him and his eyes turned back to her. “Oh… well,” He said with a grin, “Sure! Any extra help would be appreciated! How about you meet me in the courtyard in about 20 minutes? I should have something written by then.”

After a while, he finished his food and excused himself. To the library he went, snagging a few books about the Slytherin house and learning from it.

It should come as no surprise that the professor could be found in the court yard with a white cigarette hanging from his mouth but the newest addition was the spectacles off the bridge of his nose. Lucky for him he only needed these for reading but he couldn’t help but feel more sophisticated whenever he had them on. Pressing them further up onto the bridge of his nose he took a drag off of his cigarette and scribbled down more notes from the book he had open in front of him.