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Midnight Blue: A Midnighters Roleplay

Ved
With a final, painfully long stoke, he was done. Stepping back from his latest piece, he observed it with a smile, looking over each and ever line of it, making sure it was perfect, and it was. He loved painting, and lived and breathed art, it was his current passion, and he had dedicated many hours to it, of course only on the rare occasion when he was free. This current piece though, was to be a donation to his favorite local coffee shop. The store was covered in thirteens, and he had decided to create a painting for it. Though at a slow pace, he had managed to complete it. With a hazy tan background, splattered with different shades of Brown and red, and the letter in large, curvy and smeared print, 13. Lifting it up, he smiled at the painting lightly before dropping a bit of black wax on the corner, and stamping in his signature with a loud thump. After, he left it to dry as he did a few chores around the house, before wrapping it up and taking it downstairs, setting it in the back of his old, black, metal truck.

Driving to the shop, at a fairly steady speed, he allowed himself to drift a bit, letting down his guard for a moment before a flood of geographical relevance poured into his mind. Below his town was nothing but miles of stone and clay, the occasional diamond formation and water-wells. As his mind continued to travel uncontrollably, he saw the miles and miles of liquid metal that made up the earth's core. Flashing back, he slammed on the brakes, less than thirty feet away was a red light, and with no cars behind him, he was lucky not to cause an accident.

After a few more minutes, he made it to the coffee shop, unloading his painting and walking in with a smile and his donation for the building.

Midnight Blue: A Midnighters Roleplay

I'm not going to be posting tonight, serious writers block, but I'll get back to this when I'm not as tired.

Rose Plague

Micah
He nodded, taking a step back and keeping the weapon trained on the man's feet. Taking a step to the side, he leaned in towards Sarah's ear, whispering softly. "This guy makes a move, get the kid out of here. She won't need to see what happens.' He often tried to reserve his opinions of a person to himself, but this guy was freaking him the fuck out, and he really didn't enjoy the feeling. Lowering his rifle completely, he held it in both hands, prepared to spin and aim it in a moments notice, readying himself for the possibility of a fight.
"Give a little, get a little."
He growled lowly.
"Take off the mask, prove you aren't infected, and do as M here says, and in return, I won't shoot you down like a dog."
He stated simply, gesturing to Marcus where needed, then piping down and taking another step back and to the side, making sure that if he shot a round, he would miss his companions, and only hit the new character.

Midnight Blue: A Midnighters Roleplay

Name
Micah "Ved" Joel
Age
25
Height
5'11
Gender
Agender
Appearance

Occupation
Tattoo Artist
Personal Interests
He is heavily involved with the local punk scene, being a singer for a melodic hardcore band that takes up his time outside of work.
Fears (Spiders, Falling, Water etc.)
Deathly afraid of Snakes.
Power (Acrobat, Fire Bringer, Seer or Polymath)
Metallurge
Misc. Info
None
Sample

It was the summer of 1996, and it was his sixth birthday. He was celebrating with his family at a man-made beach, which he refused to call anything but the ocean, for it was too "Huge" to be a lake, and he swore that he could taste salt. But likely, that was a combination of the shit in the water and the sweat on his lips, but an eleven year old didn't take that into account. He was with his friends, playing a game they called detector. They would each get a quarter, and bury it in the sand while Ved wasn't looking, then at the very end of the day would have him find where they were hidden. His parents, as well as the other children's parents, never thought anything special of it, and the kids all thought he was cheating, because he could find every hidden coin, and a few extra's, within a matter of minutes. This specific time, it was nickles and penny's that were being hidden, and as he searched, he came across a form that terrified him.

He screamed and leaped away from the spot his open palms had been hovering over just seconds before, sobbing violently as he pointed towards the spot. His parents immediately came running, and upon arrival Ved forced them to uncover what he had found, and they stood in awe, gasping, his mother gagged and nearly vomited. After the police arrived, a detective knelt down and asked him, how he found the body. All Ved could do was shake his head and sob, talking about the worms and maggots he saw slithering in the body.

He wasn't allowed to play detector again.

Midnighters: The Next Gen [CLOSED]

Micah

Name
Micah "Ved" Joel
Age
25
Height
5'11
Gender
Agender
Appearance

Occupation
Tattoo Artist
Personal Interests
He is heavily involved with the local punk scene, being a singer for a melodic hardcore band that takes up his time outside of work.
Fears (Spiders, Falling, Water etc.)
Deathly afraid of Snakes.
Power (Acrobat, Fire Bringer, Seer or Polymath)
Metallurge
Misc. Info
None
Sample

It was the summer of 1996, and it was his sixth birthday. He was celebrating with his family at a man-made beach, which he refused to call anything but the ocean, for it was too "Huge" to be a lake, and he swore that he could taste salt. But likely, that was a combination of the shit in the water and the sweat on his lips, but an eleven year old didn't take that into account. He was with his friends, playing a game they called detector. They would each get a quarter, and bury it in the sand while Ved wasn't looking, then at the very end of the day would have him find where they were hidden. His parents, as well as the other children's parents, never thought anything special of it, and the kids all thought he was cheating, because he could find every hidden coin, and a few extra's, within a matter of minutes. This specific time, it was nickles and penny's that were being hidden, and as he searched, he came across a form that terrified him.

He screamed and leaped away from the spot his open palms had been hovering over just seconds before, sobbing violently as he pointed towards the spot. His parents immediately came running, and upon arrival Ved forced them to uncover what he had found, and they stood in awe, gasping, his mother gagged and nearly vomited. After the police arrived, a detective knelt down and asked him, how he found the body. All Ved could do was shake his head and sob, talking about the worms and maggots he saw slithering in the body.

He wasn't allowed to play detector again.

The Demon Lord is a High Schooler?

It works on anybody, but the more aggressive or angry they are, the less it will effect them. He can only influence emotions, not outright control them, and his influence has it's limits.

The Demon Lord is a High Schooler?

@Xartarin

made an edit

Rose Plague

Micah
Following Marcus, he spat out his cigarette and after pocketing the pipe-bombs, he drew his rifle off of his back, then raised it to his shoulder, aiming hard on the new masked man. Approaching, he stepped very close, the rifle poking into the mains chest, right above his lungs. The look on his face made it clear that he wasn't fucking around, and would send the guy six feet under if he didn't answer.

The Demon Lord is a High Schooler?

Name
Ved
Faction
Demon Lord
Species
Siren
Gender
Agender
Age
17
Appearance

(Sleeves)
Personality
Ved is definitely known for how relaxed he is, how patient and understanding he can be with anyone, regardless of race, creed, or religion. He rarely get's upset, but when he does it's noticeable, and terrifying. He's the type that will explode, but has a VERY long fuse, and not many things can light it. Besides his relaxed personality, he also has sever depression and anxiety, both of which he keeps under wraps very well, but the depression effects him the most. As an Asexual Incubus, he's rarely healthy.
History
Growing up in the darker sides of town, he knows the area well, and knows the ins and outs of the people and their motivations. So far, the only humans he's encountered are either after money, sex, or love. None of which interest him, and all of which, except love, he finds completely pointless and disgusting. His parents were a human father and a succubus mother, obviously making him half incubus, and a member of the Demon Lord's Ranks. He isn't particularly interested in being a part of it, but given his ignorance on the subject he doesn't feel like he has much of a choice.
Skills
A talented artist, as well as a locksmith.
Magic
Emotional Influence. As most other Sirens, he has the capability to influence the general attitude of a person within a 3 yards of him. Can be used to pacify aggressors, or influence passion among anti-romantics.

Southvale Investigations (urban fantasy/paranormal investigation + mystery)

_{"Ved"
^{23 ● Male ● Pansexual ● Tattoo Artist ● Studio Apartment ● #BF19A8}}

Weighing 175 pounds, he is tall and lean. Definitely a lady killer. Or a Mr. Killer. Depends on the day. He's not altogether shy about showing off his ink, eiter.

_{^{Cocky ● Open minded ● Laid back ● Ambitious ● Passionate}}

Having grown up in Southvale, Ved'd heard his fair share about the willingness of SVI to hire. Fresh out of highschool, he joined up. It was his first job after becoming an adult. His only job in fact, until several moths down the line when he nabbed an apprenticeship in a friend's new tattoo parlor. Ved's more of a co-owner than an apprentice, but there's laws and shit.