HokumPocus

Into the Dark Blue Under | Sola & HokumPocus

• Male

• 43

• #F27778 = "No problem, no problem!"

• Repair and maintenance expert.

• An upbeat and charismatic spanish man in his forties, characterized by his boisterous nature. While speaking fluent English was a bare minimum requirement for anyone who wished to join the Aurora, Hugo, against all odds, was selected. His heavy accent and less than fluid speech don’t seem to bother him or affect his booming voice in the slightest.
  
  Hugo comes from a large family, and as such loves children and has no concept of personal space. For someone with such a large build he surprisingly doesn’t eat much. Overly affectionate, great at improvising.

Into the Dark Blue Under | Sola & HokumPocus

• Male

• 19

• #9546A1 = "Does everyone really not know how to pronounce it?"

• Construction overseer.

• An introverted genius who came from a wealthy household. His perfectionist tendencies result in him exaggeratedly micromanaging things and missing the big picture in favor of focusing on the small details. His sheltered European background has led to some misunderstandings with shipmates. He is polite towards others, yet harsh on himself, and will refuse to seek help in order to avoid appearing incompetent or bothersome. He doesn’t believe that he’s multifaceted enough to qualify being aboard the Aurora, but he keeps it to himself.

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

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Mark Steel tore through several cans of pureed meat with the force of a homicidal vacuum cleaner. In his several months of studying at the institute he had steadily dialed down his dinner table ferocity until it had reached a point where people were no longer giving him several meters of space to avoid splash damage. His eating habits were still bewildering and aggressive, but they now allowed him to participate in conversations and sit next to people, two things that he was now doing in the back of a truck.

“FRIEND, REMEMBER WHAT I HAVE TAUGHT YOU!” Mark stared dead ahead at his conversational partner, a shy scholarly boy from his magic theory classes. The boy’s low self-esteem and milquetoast personality had more or less made him Mark’s magical guinea pig, even if neither of them had realized it. Magical theory was Mark’s favorite class, as he could simultaneously understand what was happening and develop his magic, all while making great advancements towards successfully using it on humans. Initially his target required his consent, but now his magic had the power to affect them whether they wanted it or not.

The canine chimera shouted words of (magically enhanced) encouragement at his friend until he had visibly stopped shaking, and then began to eat pickled vegetables in rabid glee. They were disgusting, but his magic had once again broken through the boy’s walls and he was satisfied at his results.

Over the past several months he had also received various complaints over his strange use of the word “soldier” and had replaced it with friend, which was admittedly a better option. He reassured his nervous friend.

“DO NOT WORRY FRIEND, THIS MAGIC WILL HELP YOU UNLOCK YOUR INNER FIGHTING SPIRIT.” He placed a set of firm hands on the boy’s shoulders and continued. “YOU MUST NOW SAY THE MAGIC PHRASE!”

The frail student in front of him balled up his fists, slowly working up the courage required to comply with Mark's loud instructions. “B-Build that body!,” he stuttered, regaining composure for the second half. “Huaah!”

Mark had discovered that having his target follow his instructions helped open their minds towards his suggestions, making his ability have an easier time landing. The use of fake magic words was the easiest method, although it tended to get scoffed at if used on the average and cynical person. A huge grin formed on Mark’s face at his classmate’s willingness to improve. “GREAT JOB SOLDIER.” He said, forming a stiff thumbs up. Although it wasn’t a word he used as much anymore, he felt that a mock battle overseen by imperial battlemages was a more than good enough reason.

Into the Dark Blue Under | Sola & HokumPocus

And this is where a mildly interesting title would go

Whale cum 2 the guild hav a fun tiem

Exalted: Lullaby of a Dying Realm

LEDAAL LING BAO

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Hidden underneath a beautiful set of robes were hands that clung to each other's forearms like chains. Bao had spent much time pondering over and justifying the behavior of the strangers before him, thinking of anything that could explain the consecutive series of social ettiquette blunders unfolding before his stiff eyes.

In fact, Bao's entire body was stiff. As he was in the court of another member of nobility, he'd resolved to keep his thoughts to himself and instead leave the responsibility of judgement to her. To say that the task was difficult would be an understatement, as the old man was as stiff as a statue in his attempts to restrain his usually culturally critical tongue. No one knew what he was thinking, but it wasn't hard to tell that it certainly wasn't anything pretty or poetic. Just because he was a pacifist didn't mean he was above acting aloof and harsh when it came to ettiquette mishaps. I have already shared wisdom for this situation. I must now wait.

Post-apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

@SonofJET Excellent character, approved! Slap that bad boy over to the cs tab pls!

A kindly dark night

*stares at ur cute wittle toesies* OwO welcome to the guild nya! *licks my widdle lips* o3o

Post-apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

@Sola I may or may not have just realized how vague that section is so I edited it a bit, apologies teehee

Post-apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

@Sola