LadyRunic

Samhain Intrigues

@Vesuvius00 Lovely post!

@Fallenreaper MOSt of you are messed up!

And not in a bad way!

Samhain Intrigues

@LovelyAnastasia Untrue actually. Fae will take anyone and the hale and healthy are preferred.

You all made messed up people on your own.

The Black Jewels

Arsenio & Ravyn

"Well, apologies are in order then. Sorry, Crow." Arsenio spoke, keeping a loose hand around the 'boy's' shoulder as he walked 'him' out of the alley. They were headed for the Drunken Unicorn, the inn that had suddenly become incredibly popular with the entire town. While never digging his fingers in, he did direct the apparent boy with enough force to show that he wasn't messing around.

She blinked at the easy apology. Something that wasn't common in her life. Gruff thanks might be given, but rare was the person who could admit their wrongs. Ravyn was among that group of 'can't admit wrongs'. It went hand in hand with being a Procurer- as she prefered to be called. "Darn right they are!" She huffed, still keeping up the gruff act of being a insulted boy. "An' I aint going to run off if yer payin' for food." She admitted the partial truth. It wouldn't hurt for him to let go. Also, if he did, she'd be able to bolt off if things turned bad. Something she was quite good at.

Arsenio considered what his companion said for a long moment as they walked, then let go of 'his' wrist. He decided that if his new friend would run off, it wouldn't be much of a problem for him. The two neared the inn quickly, and went inside just in time to see a very tall man and a woman in black clothing walk off outside. The Glacian directed the boy to a table and went up to the bar to order a couple of meals, coming back to wait for them for awhile.

Ravyn moved subtly to put Arsenio between her and the exiting giant and woman. Both rather- exotic to the urchin's eyes. Her eyes, however, felled to the adorable pup. She was sorely tempted to smother the adorable animal, but food was a tad more important at this particular moment. Thus now she sat, hunched in the table. Fidgitting slightly with the unnerving sense of people watching. Not that they were, but it was troublesome. Ravyn made her life out to avoid trouble, even if she fell constantly in it. Her eyes constantly scanned the room, as she offered little to no conversation. She didn't want to give away anything to this man.

The Glacian broke the silence pretty quickly. [color=FFEF94]"What brings you to Hyall?"[color=FFEF94]

"I live here." She lied. He didn't need to know the reason.

The Glacian's eyes narrowed, picking out the tone of the boy's voice. "You shouldn't lie to someone buying you a meal," he ordered, looking over to the bar to check if the food was ready. It wasn't yet.

She frowned, kicking her feet absently. "You said food, you never said I had to be honest." Ravyn grumbled.

"Given. But it would be appreciated if you were straight forward with me." He looked up as a woman that was obviously a courier approached and handed Arsenio a letter, not even waiting for a thanks before she was gone to presumably deliver more messages. The Glacian drew the knife affixed to his shoulder and sliced open the top of it, blade cutting right along the fold. From within he pulled a neatly written letter, eyes scanning it quickly as he returned his dagger to its scabbard.

He set it down gently and folded his hands after finishing the telegram, looking up at the boy across from him. "Queen Heketah has taken an interest in me, and you're invited as well. We'll need to stop somewhere and purchase you some new clothes, of course," he paused for a moment as he got up, the smell of 'fresh' food wafting over as he came back with both of their meals a short minute later. "Can't go to a ball without the proper dress."

Giving a wary glance at the courier as she approached, the self-proclaimed 'Crow' shrunk in her seat. Naturally not wanting to draw attention. This was doubled when the Glacien was handed the letter and as he read it. Even more so when he said that the Queen had taken interest in her. That was not good in the slightest and nearly drove her off the smell of food. Though she dug in with a greedy look. Surely the Glacien would not want some ratty street urchin to join him to some great ball or whatever.

His next set of words put end to that hope as her head snapped up. Her eyes narrowing at the man. "Not going. She stated firmly. Her fork gripped almost too tightly. Her body tensing to bolt. She was not going to some ball. Especially not in Hyall. Nothing good happened in Hyall. She should have remembered that!

"The clothes are already paid for, and there will be plenty of food. And maybe a number of Kindred there, too," he added, sliding the invitation along the counter to the 'boy.' He started to peck at his food idly, waiting for a definitive yes or no.

Ravyne seemed to debate for a second, still eating, before she snatched the letter up and scanned it's contents. She could read, decently. It wasn't like her sort to know the fancy words that the aristo lot made up in their free time. Her golden eyes narrowing at the thought this queen knew of her when the Glacien had barely snatched her up. She bit her lip. Did she have a choice not to go? If this Queen knew things so quickly, she doubted. Her appetite, however, was far from gone as she still dug into the food. But it held little enjoyment in the flavor department any more. Looking nervously to the Glacien she nodded slightly. "I-I'll go. Just make sure I come back out, aye?" She left behind the gruff voice, her tune turning to a littering and far lighter sound. Perhaps this was one of those rare times to embrace feminie things if only to get this Queen off her tail. To get something from Hyall off her tail.

Arsenio's eyebrow raised while Crow's voice lightened, throwing doubt onto his sex. He took a moment to get a closer look at her proportions, seeing past the bulky clothing and shadows to his true self. Her true self. Based on what he had seen of her so far, the caution with everything, the desperation, the hunger... he set his fork down and wiped his mouth with a napkin, more out of habit than mess removal. "I'll keep you safe, don't worry... and you can wear a tuxedo, if that would make you more comfortable." He gave the girl a friendly look, one that showed he would keep his word if it killed him, though his mouth broke the expression quickly. "I would like to know your real name, however. I'm Arsenio," he said, revealing the mystery of his name while expecting hers to come along soon.

Her shoulders hunched in defeat slightly as she shrugged at the offer to wear a tuxedo. A dress might be better if only because she had worn them once. Were boys suppose to walk a certain way as it was with a dress? Ravyn did nod slightly as he offered his name. However, her curiousity was sparked and questions poured out as quickly as a broken dam. "What kind of name is Arsenio? It is common in Glacia? Do you really build your homes out of snow and rock just? I heard that's all that's up in that region. Too cold for me really, and nothing there to-" She cut herself before she revealed her 'procuring' nature. "gather. I- My name... Ravyn. Ravyn Ghosteye." Ravyn finished lamely. Waiting for the shouts of theif, or ridicule that came with Ghosteye. When her eyes were nothing like her mother's ghostly grey.

Arsenio was mildly stunned at the sudden change in Ravyn once she dropped the persona. And Ghosteye, that was an interesting last name, there had to be some kind of story behind it, even if it was a moderately boring one. It still merited his interest, no matter the outcome. "How about this; I'll answer any questions you have about myself and Glacia, if you tell me how you got a last name like Ghosteye. Does that sound fair?" He began to finish his meal, food on it slowly disappearing as time went on between the pair.

Ravyn frowned slightly. The steady tap of her finger on the table as she chewed at her lip before nodding. "It's- My mother's name. Grey eyes." She shrugged, and tugged at her own short lock of silvery hair in example. The small theif saw no reason to explain her Dea Al Mon ancestry. Her mother had warned her not to reveal that too openly. "It will cause too much trouble, little bird. Keep it close, keep it safe." Even after roughly six years, she still kept that secret as she was bid.

Arsenio nodded as Ravyn spoke, grasping much of her situation just by those few solemn words. He decided it wouldn't do her good to dwell on the subject for too long. "Very well. What questions do you have for me?"

An exasperated expression met his. The silent words of either 'you are an idiot' or 'did you even listen' clear on her face. "What's the difference between a tuxedo and normal shit?" She was so done beating around the bush. He was a tad bit of a slow foriegner, this Arsenio was.

The Glacian thought for a short moment before answering. "A tuxedo is an entire suit you wear for special occasions, like a wedding... or in this case, a ball. Normal 'shit,' as you put it, is for every day." he answered, beginning to rise. "Come on, we'd better not waste time getting you an outfit." He started for the door, motioning for Ravyn to follow.

Ravyn blinked and grabbed a roll, nibbling it as she followed Arsenio. There was no reason not to she figured. She was faster- so long as she kept out of arm's reach. Which she was doing. If barely. "And since you have that really bad case of old man memory..." She noted continueing her questioning. "I asked if your name is common in Glacia? And what do you do with so much snow, as I've heard tell you make yer houses out of snow and stone. I mean- you need the trees for fire right? Or something? And why are balls so damned fancy? I mean, really- dresses are useless. And yes, I'm going to get stuck in one. You saw through my disguise." She grumbled the last part, very annoyed about it.

"Well," he began, left hand coming to rest on the crossguard of his sword in a natural fashion. "I thought you were asking questions for the sake of saying something earlier," he explained. He then launched into the answers, speaking like someone used to presenting a case to others. "There are very few with my first name. We export much of the snow, actually. People without Jewels need a way to keep produce from rotting, after all. Many of our houses are stone, though the smaller towns have a lot of wooden housing."

He paused at the mention of balls as a certain light came to his face, like he was very familiar with the concept. "They're fancy because everyone is there to impress, whether it be for a family or a nation. And dresses do have their uses, the larger ones can hide plenty of weapons or contraband, and the slimmer ones can be extremely deceptive. I've been in a handful of fights because an assassin hid a knife in a dress." He contemplated his next words as he walked, careful not to put the girl into a rut.

"I only saw through it because you rushed to make it. And even then, it took me a fair amount of time to figure it out. You could still get away with wearing the tuxedo if you'd like, I'm the only one that knows." His stride kept consistent, heading towards the Nosey Needle which was little more than a stone's throw from the Drunken Unicorn.

She blinked and frowned slightly. "I don't think it'd be a good idea. Not if I'm not sure I can pull it off. I don't like this." She admitted albeit softly. Eyeing the Nosey Needle with distaste, she slowed her pace. Dreading the entire fiasco that was on the figurative horizon. Though her spirits were lifted by the mention of deadly daggers- a weapon she knew well enough. "At least I'll be able to tell the whores from the killers." She chirped, cheekily. Already plotting where she could possibly get and hide a knife in a poofy- if useless- dress.

"If you're paying attention, absolutely. Now, let's go in and get you fitted for something." His right hand closed around the door knob and it swung open as he pushed it. The inside was something close to organized chaos, sheets of fabric everywhere as one short woman bustled around in an effort to serve many a customer at once. The woman from the inn was on a dais waiting to get her measurements taken, while the ridiculously tall man had taken up residense in a corner to observe the room.

"Do you want my help picking something out?" He started to wander slowly, browsing through the various fabrics that were either on display or scattered around the boutique.

Ravyn's eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she gapped at the scene before her. But there was the familiar ache in her hands. The itch some called it. Polishing off the roll, she stuffed her hands into her pockets. "Dunno never been to a ball afore." Though in the hubbub she kept close to the Glacien. It seemed the safest bet right now.

The Glacian's arms folded and his right hand came up to his chin, elbow resting on his left wrist. "Well, are you looking for something flashy or subtle? Large or slim?"

The silver haired girl grumbled. "Not noticable. Something I can hide a knife in." The last bit mumbled to herself under her breath. "And how do you know about this stuff? Yer a man. Bit odd aint it?" Her suspicious look was securely locked onto him- then it wasn't as she eyed the pup on the other side of the store. The large Eryien however- didn't look like a welcoming figure. Best not to approach was written on his forehead in all the common tongues. So her golden gaze flickered back to the Glacien with a scrowl.

"I've had to learn a lot about functional fashion in my time as an ambassador. So subtle and capable of hiding a weapon..." he trailed off, browsing through some of the premade dresses. He took a darker dress off the wall soon, certainly modest and capable of hiding several weapons on the inner thigh. "Well?" He held it up for Ravyn to get a good look at. While it was much too large for her, it could easily be tailored to fit her.

A shrug was his best response. Ravyn knew little of dresses than they cost money and were foolish in her eyes. "It's a dress." Her tone alone was stating the disgusting obvious she was none too please about.

"Yes, but do you like it?"

"Like is the optimal word." She noted dismissively. Giving a 'prime and proper' snobbish sniff. "It's a dress. It will do."

"Very well. Tailor! When you have a moment!" he called, holding up the dress in an attempt to hail the tailor that was busy working on the man and woman, and pup at the moment.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Alice Lynche

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Location Her Cottage

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Alice blinked at the knock at her door, knocked from her slight daydream of a potential line of fall dresses. Glancing at the door, she stood up brushing the dusty scraps of fabric and thread from her dark green skirt. It was one of her own design, though not one of her best. A deep green skirt which fell to just below her knees; that was embroidered with falling golden, orange, and red-brown leaves. Dark black leggings to stave off the autumn chill. Though compared to England's tendency to rain, it was more fashion and less necessary. A black blouse with deep bronze buttons shaped like acorns at her cuffs. Complete with a set of MaryJanes- if she was going out. Which Alice hoped was not the case. She had work to do! If only to get out of this town. A sad fact about the murder. She could wait it out or wait to flee. But either way- that door still needed answering.

Skipping about several mannequins that were set about her living room, she reached the door to open it. The eldery woman and her apparent grandson come to welcome her. Well it was right on time of that. Enough that her house was in something of order, or perhaps not she noted as she looked at the bathmat that was serving as a entry way welcome mat. She'd have to find where the actual welcome mat went! Blushing slightly as she took the cake in it's contain, she gave the woman a apologetic smile. "Thank you very much, I'm Alice Lynche." Her voice was a soft and warm sound. Tiny to match it's tiny owner. But there also was the thick British accent that decorated it. "Would you like to come in? I'm a bit of a mess. But I do have some tea and biscuts in the parlor." She offered. It was rude to leave talk in the street, especially with the elderly. On top of that- who didn't like a spot of proper tea? Something she found lacking in this town, but she wasn't above ordering it in from out of town- or country for that matter.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Ayita Dyrkin

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Rolling her shoulders, Ayita took stock of the equipment she had. It wasn't much, but she had never wanted for much. A fleeting note that she should pick up a bow at some point flickered through her mind. It wouldn't hurt to have that welcomed bulk upon her once more. Not that the correct bow was bulky. They were smooth agile weapons that the woman honestly appreciated. Hers had been left in her small cavern home in the mountains. Not really a home, but a den for the winter months. She had thought about reclaiming it- but that would be a waste of time. She could make another if it came down to it. Not to mention she didn't see the Professor denying her that when she noted the guns (loud and obnoxious things) the others had.

A feral smile graced her lips however. It was small hard to notice. But it was there as she stared Pietro in the eyes. Her head slowly tilting to the side to revealed her notched ear. "You say that as if this Mystique is so great because her powers are 'cool'. Strong. Even the apex. Even such fall to the savage desperation of the prey time to time. Such is the law of nature." Her voice never rose, never took an edge to it. Merely stated the facts as she saw them. It did not matter to her if this turncoat missed her warning. It truly was not Mystique that worried her. Human grudges like his sister's concerned her greater. And she would rather face the other shifters the Brotherhood had than the Scarlet Witch. All in all however, Ayita wanted to pull this off without a fight. Thus avoiding the negatives that happened in a fight. Wounds, maim, death. Her amber eyes gleamed as she tilted her head back normally, hiding her ear again. Her feral look cooling to neutrality again. "Be that as it may. I am not keen of meeting any apex predator in combat. Those fights are bloody and often end well for no one." It was true enough, and she wondered if perhaps that's why such clashes between X-men and Brotherhood ended as they did.

Well for no one.

The Black Jewels

Correction. You all have til next Sunday so 6 days due to holidays

The Black Jewels

Don't forget to post. 3 days left.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@BlueSky44 Intentional. I can't see her taking one without prompting.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@BlueSky44 Working from phone. Will be a few days til I can get back on computer. Relationship sheet may have hiccuos due to that.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Richard Laine

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Richard Laine

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Character Summary

Name: Richard Laine
Aliases: The Adder
Age: (30) 32
Birthday: August 3, 1988
Birth Place: Anchorage, Alaska
Gender: Male
Powers: The Ability to shift into any reptile. As this effects his actual form he has a strong regenerative process and can heal remarkable well through the process of shifting, and in general. Though the former is very painful, it can regenerate limbs over time.
Editorial Nickname: That Bastard
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
How many years have they been at the mansion?:: 1 Year

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Appearance

Height: 6 foot, 5 inches
Weight: 220 pounds
Build: Athletic, Fit and trim build
Eyes: Slit pupil with Green colour
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Various scars, though his right arm is completely void of said scars. Looking rather unblemished.
Personal Style: He likes his clothes pristine and uptight. Like his scales. Though he can wear and walk among any form of human dress. He enjoys being a chameleon in clothes.

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Psychology

Clever * Ruthless * Self-Confident * Sarcastic * Charismatic * Predatory

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Richard is a suave and handsome man. The man leads others on for fun and while he can utterly devastate people and leave them in tears. He has been referred to as a utter jerk multiple times. Though to those he deems close to he is anything but. He loves his two sister and holds them close to his heart, literally. For them he would do anything and is filled with guilt that he wasn't able to stop his mother before she caused his only surviving sister to be cast out onto the streets or worse, into the Alaskan wilderness. Though also because of this he despises humans. Judging them very harshly for their misdeeds. Though he does not absolve mutants of their own misdeeds, he simply is not as harsh with them. Or perhaps at times, he is more harsh because they should know better. The man is a predator to the bone, stalking and hunting even passively.
Though a lot can be said about Richard Lain his biggest defining feature is his 'Code of Honor'. He refuses to harm children, often going out of his way to help them. Mutant or human alike. He also will not raise his hand to strike a woman, though he will incapacitate them in other ways. Seducing, knocking them out, or- and most often, locking them in rooms while he deals with the real business. However should a woman truly cross the line, he will strike without hesitation. Much as he does with men. Only with the latter he is far, far more ruthless with. Perhaps blaming them for his father's leaving and not protecting his youngest sister from their mother dearest.
Habits:
Drinks at least one glass once a night. Generally cranks the heat up in a room. Often looking to older teens as if looking for something or someone.
Hobbies:
Drinking brandy, partying, manipulating people
Fears:

• Being experimented on
• Eagles and Hawks
• Losing someone he cares about

Likes:

• Immaculate clothing
• Drinking scotch or Brandy
• Luring, leading people on
• His sisters
• Warm climates
• A good challenge
• Talking with a British accent

Dislikes:

• His mother
• Those who experiment on Mutants
• Cold Climates
• Theives
• The soft hearted
• Being referred to simply as 'Adder'

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General World Skills:

• Knowledge on Reptiles
• Hunting
• Basic First aid
• Knowledgeable on poisons
• Charsmatic
• Stragedy
• Slight of Hand
• Poker Face
• Intimidation
• Pick Pocketing

Combat Skills:

• Archery
• Advanced Knife Fighting
• Stealthing in Reptilian form
• Handguns
• Hand to Hand
• Automatic weapons
• Wrestling

Medical Issues/Injuries:

• Missing Kidney

Possessions:

• Two Kukri Knives
• Wallet
• Two Glocks
• A wallet
• Two extra clips
• A battered stuff orca
• Picture of a brown haired six year old girl
• Picture of a aurburn haired five year old girl
• Cellphone
• Motorcycle

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History

How did you discover your powers:
He was always quick to heal, but when he was out barhopping. He became cornered by a small turf war between gangs. Police became involved and shots were being fired. Richard's buddies had made it out of the problematic area, but he was a tad bit stuck and struck by bullets. Writhing on the ground became actual withering as he accidentally shifted to a snake. A adder. He had been studying them as to mess with a friend of his in a practical joke, however this was no joke. Richard shifted back, hiding the fact he could shift. But he did practice this new power. Years later a accident ravaged his right arm, which regenerated over two years. Had it not, he would be missing large chunks of flesh from it.

General History:
He was the eldest of the Laine children. However, his birth was heralded by a shotgun wedding. Though neither Anita or Robert Laine were unhappy in their marriage. His father worked as a well-to-do professor and author. Not a overly well known man, but solid in his work on Alaskan climate and biology. His mother was a secretary, around his and his sisters' birth. He was about six when his first sister was born, and thirteen when his youngest sister was born. It was shortly after this his father retired to live a life with his family, and his dream of the Alaskan wilderness. His mother was born and raised in the wilderness of their home state, so it was she who really pulled the lot of them through it. However his eldest sister died to a fever during their first winter in their cabin. Much to his parents' dismay. His mother blamed his father for it and vice versa. Though his father also doubted his youngest daughter was his. This started a quarrel that lasted for five years, worsening over time. The only escape that Richard had was taking care of his little sister and school. Both which he excelled at. Richard had always loved his sisters and took the utmost pride in being a good big brother to them. Something that both girls enjoyed. Even for the limited time he had them and they him.

When he turned eighteen he was far too battle worn with the fighting in the house to stay. So he took his stuff and left. Thinking to join the army, which he did. However, after a solid five years settling into his new life. Reading up on anything he could get his hands on and mastering his awakening powers. A accident took his right arm, nearly killing him. However he was still alive if out of a arm and job, and to his horror and astonishment his arm regrew over the next two years. Richard quickly abandoned the military when this started, setting himself up with several shady friends as something like a gun for hire. One with a venomous bite. Essentially becoming a freelance assassin or hitman. Now twenty six, he returned to his mother's house. Hoping to collect his remaining sibling.

That didn't go to plan however. He learned from mother dearest his sister had gone missing. After threatening the woman for the truth. Richard learned that his father had left shortly after him, not filing for divorce. His sister was a 'freak', a mutant, who his mother had cast out due to this fact. Something he relished in informing her that lil' sis was not the only freak in the family. He left his mother disturbed and fearful that her son would return for revenge. All the more hateful against mutants. Irate and furious, Richard hunted the streets and cities of Canada and Alaska. But he couldn't bear the cold, retreating the the south. He was far too aware that his sister was most likely dead, or lost forever. Something he still strives to uncover the truth of. After the next four years, he joined up with the Brotherhood. Furious about the treatment of mutants and hoping for some sign that his sister still lived. That he could keep her safe in a deadly world.

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Character Quote: "Not 'Adder'. The Adder. There's only one of me last I checked."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: Loki :Posts

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

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Richard Laine

"Looking good? I know I'm better."

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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☯ Neutral Magneto ☯ Neutral
"He seems to have become what he hated. Funny how that happens."

Magneto is just a means to an end. While he doesn't like humans, he really sees no reason in making them suffer so utterly. Better to draw it out, or target the scum. But in the Brotherhood he has connections to better possibly find his sister if she's still living. And thus, while he doesn't like Magneto and his hypocritic views... He will tolerate them and happily interfere as he sees fit. Of course, he's not going to tell the guy this and keep a smile- "I want all humans dead." face in front of the metal bending God Father.

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✿ Friend Lizzie Roswell ✿ Friend
"Silly Lizzie always in a tizzy."

Richard finds Lizzie amusing and enjoys honing his skills- whatever they may be- against her. He even will call her a friend rather than acquaintance. Something he doesn't normally do and have meaning behind it. However, the woman is strictly off limits of his dating entree dish. Richard doesn't want to risk complicating himself with her powers and thus he's taking the high road.

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☯ Neutral QuickSilver ☯ Neutral
"Busy boy."

From what he saw- though fleeting as it ever is- of Quicksilver. Richard saw enough that he recognized the charm the young man had. He doesn't mind the speedster and even respects his traitor turning. Humans and mutants can coexist after all. It's just... mutants are better. He, however, knows should he ever locate his sister. QuickSilver better use those legs to stay far away from her or he will break them.

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Relations Sheet III - Days of Future Past Arc

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Richard Laine

"Oh look! A party!"

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🌓Neutral Marygold Isley 🌓Neutral
"Pretty Irish Lass."
A lovely, intelligent lass. He'd like to get to know her better.

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🎆Respects Guin Stark 🎆Respects
"What a clever, snarky, little spawn!"
He approves of Guin a hundred and ten percent. The girl has a mouth on him he wishes both his sisters would have! He gladly applauds the Iron Balls on that girl. He also knows he owes Guin big time for covering his ass with Fury.

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🌓Neutral Allison Andrews 🌓Neutral
"Hell hath no fury..."
Allison is rather terrifying for a small child. Richard is not going to mess with her over much.

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🎆 Charles Xavier 🎆
"Clever."
He respects the Professor though he sees his vision as unrealistic as Magneto's. Especially when he sends children into danger. But the man is honest about it, as much as someone can be. He also gave Richard the job as Offical Babysitter, something that irks the snake. But Richard can't afford to be overly picky.

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🌓Neutral Hank McCoy 🌓Neutral
"Clever, smart, blue."
Hank is a decent guy, but Richard doesn't really have a opinion or care one was or another.

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🌓Neutral Pietro Maximoff 🌓Neutral
"He's all grown up."
Richard approves of Pietro's choice in life. Even if he may make comments about it and want to slug the boy for his back. He does find the fact Pietro stood up to his father refreshing and is silently cheering on. He also knows he owes Pietro for pointing out 'Ay' was 'Ayita'. His long lost sister. A debt he means to repay.

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🌓Neutral Damon Fawkes 🌓Neutral
"Quiet on."
He's a decent sort is seems. And he regrets having to shoot the poor lad in the leg. but he is wary of the young man due to Ayita hanging about him a lot.

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🌓Neutral Carolina Reed 🌓Neutral
"Sorry about the threat love."
He regrets having to have played the horrible person with the little girl, but it was necessary in his situation.

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🌓Neutral Charlie Farrier 🌓Neutral
"THoughts"
He never really met the boy.

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🌓Neutral Mira Adebayo 🌓Neutral
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"
Relation Details
🎆💞🙇 Ayita Dyrkin 🎆💞🙇
"Wild Child."
She's a fierce creature. He respects the power his younger sister possesses. Taking her on as anything she shifts into with little to no fear (Save the falcons and hawkes.). He bullies the younger Laine into accepting a human guise, and clues her into how to act more 'human'. Accepting the anger she has for him breaking his word, Richard has worked hard to gain her respect and love once again. Being whatever she needed. A punching bag, or someone to drive her to her limits. Though he also is overprotective and constantly is eyeing anyone who might pose a threat to his baby sis. He would die and kill for her. But by god, Richard will also make sure that she can defend herself and do what needs to be done. And if that means he he has to goads her into fights- well, it's not like they both don't enjoy them.

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🌓Neutral Othello Boyavard 🌓Neutral
"He's a funny man- cat- thing."
He's a interesting character, but worrisome.

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🌓Neutral Cassandra Reed 🌓Neutral
"She does not like me. I even said sorry!"
So he might have held a gun to her sister... He apologized. In all reality Richard understands Cassandra's anger towards him and would share it in her place. But he will not let it interfere with his future with his sister.

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🌓Neutral Nina van Essenhout 🌓Neutral
"She has spunk."
Richard finds the woman interesting, and in need to loosen up! He's been polite, even teasing. But like always, he's put his sister first.

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🌓Neutral Tony Stark 🌓Neutral
"Good man. Pain but a good man."
Tony Stark... Playboy. And public figure. If i shot him, I'd get a raise. Not that I would, good man.

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Relations Sheet IV - Mesmero Arc

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Richard Laine

"Oh look! A party!"

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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♨️ Marygold Isley ♨️
"Pretty Irish Fool."
A fool. A pretty fool, but the girl is a bit too full of herself. To set in her bossy ways! Something he hopes she'll grow out of if she wants to continue leading. Also, she's naive. You have to kill sometimes. It's not fun, it's brutal and it causes trouble. But better trouble than you be dead.

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🎆💛 Guin Stark 🎆💛
"What a clever, snarky, little spawn!"
He approves of Guin a hundred and ten percent. The girl has a mouth on him he wishes both his sisters would have! He gladly applauds the Iron Balls on that girl. He also knows he owes Guin big time for covering his ass with Fury. He won't admit it but Guin has been sort of adopted into Richard's life as another little sister as he likes to keep an eye on her and pester her. Though her fully expects and hardly denies that she should shoot him.

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🎆💛 Allison Andrews 🎆💛
"Hell hath no fury..."
Allison is rather terrifying for a small child. Richard is not going to mess with her over much. Yet for all of that, she is Ayita's life line and for that? He owes her a great deal. Taking Allison under his protective arm that generally encompasses most women he hopes to spare Ayita her loss.

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🎆 Charles Xavier 🎆
"Clever."
He respects the Professor though he sees his vision as unrealistic as Magneto's. Especially when he sends children into danger. But the man is honest about it, as much as someone can be. He also gave Richard the job as Offical Babysitter, something that irks the snake. But Richard can't afford to be overly picky.

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🌓 Hank McCoy 🌓
"Clever, smart, blue."
Hank is a decent guy, but Richard doesn't really have a opinion or care one was or another.

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🎆♨️ Pietro Maximoff 🎆♨️
"He's all grown up."
Peitro is a good lad at heart. Though Richard won't hesitated to put his foot up the boy's ass if he messes it up with Guin or Richard feels he needs it. Often he tries to keep an eye on the two. Not out of lack of trust, but rather because he does worry for Guin.

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🎆♨️💞 Damon Fawkes 🎆♨️💞
"My, my... I will permit this."
A future brother in law. Though he doesn't seem to thrilled about it, Richard approves. Damon is a steady man, better than most. Though Richard does take the tone of a older brother who is over protective and willing to eunuch the man if he were to find out.

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👋 Dean Kesseli 👋
"Puppy."
Dean is a nice boy, but he's a puppy. Something Richard regularly calls him as he puts the lad through his passes as a person and a potential fighter.

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🌓 Carolina Reed 🌓
"Sorry about the threat love."
He regrets having to have played the horrible person with the little girl, but it was necessary in his situation.

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🎆 Mira Adebayo 🎆
"Shrieker, and not the good type"
Mira is a lovely woman, but Richard heard that scream and he doesn't want to get on the wrong end of it.
🎆💞🙇 Ayita Dyrkin 🎆💞🙇
"Wild Child."
She's a fierce creature. He respects the power his younger sister possesses. Taking her on as anything she shifts into with little to no fear (Save the falcons and hawkes.). He bullies the younger Laine into accepting a human guise, and clues her into how to act more 'human'. Accepting the anger she has for him breaking his word, Richard has worked hard to gain her respect and love once again. Being whatever she needed. A punching bag, or someone to drive her to her limits. Though he also is overprotective and constantly is eyeing anyone who might pose a threat to his baby sis. He would die and kill for her. But by god, Richard will also make sure that she can defend herself and do what needs to be done. And if that means he he has to goads her into fights- well, it's not like they both don't enjoy them. Though recently he's been letting up on his over protectiveness due to her relationship with Damon.

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🌓 Cassandra Reed 🌓
"She does not like me. I even said sorry!"
So he might have held a gun to her sister... He apologized. In all reality Richard understands Cassandra's anger towards him and would share it in her place. But he will not let it interfere with his future with his sister.

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🎆 Tony Stark 🎆
"Good man. Pain but a good man."
Tony Stark... Playboy. And public figure. If I shot him, I'd get a raise. Not that I would, good man. Has a even better bar!

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🌓 Neil Spellman 🌓
"Has not met"
Has not met

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🌓 Antoinette McCarthy 🌓
"Oh, the girl in the fight?"
He only took a glance of the girl during the mission dealing with OMEN, so an opinion can't really be formed.

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🌓 Bethany Bell 🌓
"She'd make a find assassin."
While he was locked in a cell block with Bethany, Richard will admit she handled herself well.

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🌓 Sarah Grey 🌓
"I sense trouble."
Richard doesn't know the girl particularity well, but he does sense tension from Ayita about her.
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