Major Ursa

Of Monsters and Men [Modern Fantasy]

"I appreciate the compliment, but I am not a fan of cherries."

Noticing the change in Afina’s demeanour, Aram shook his head and laughed, momentarily glancing sidelong at the other two nearby, “You…don’t like cherries? That’s too bad…I do.” Opening his mouth, hard candy gone, the incubus wore a devilish smile as he bit a certain round berry between his teeth, rolling it back over his tongue as he shut his mouth. The reality? Conjuring real fruit was a fractionally more difficult, as opposed to candy…but if it was sweet, well, the gloves could stand to come off every now and then. Still, it was evident from a different sort of energy to humans, she wasn’t.

Stripping the flesh of the tiny piece of fruit from the pit, the corners of Aram’s mouth twitched up to grow his amiable smile, “As it looks like are perfect spots open in my schedule, I have no reason not to join. I feel as if my eyes have been shut for the longest time, thank you for opening them, Afina.” Annunciating her name more playful that pointedly, a good natured laugh, he looked at the two other males. Opening his mouth for his own introduction—

"Hey, Afina. Leo. Sorry I'm late. Didn't realize what today was,"

Brow quirked up, turning a slight, he tiled his head without his smile diminishing in the least, "Hi, I'm Arte. Artemis Midstark, actually, but you can call me Arte. I'm the Treasurer of The Night Garden." Looking this young woman up and down, before looking back at those who had already assembled moments ago, the (ex)incubus licked along his top lip as he drummed his fingers on the apron on his arm, “Yes, a real pleasure meeting you all, it really is…it has been rather rude of me, hasn’t it? My name is Aram Pollux…”

Grey gaze flicking back to the president of the club, “Will you be needing my contact information? Some of the other clubs had mailing lists, though not all.”

Of Monsters and Men [Modern Fantasy]

As with anything, correct me if I made any mistakes...and sorry for the long intropost.

Of Monsters and Men [Modern Fantasy]

The bell jingled as the door opened, quietly shutting just a moment after. Reaching a hand into his pocket…this gestured was mainly for show, as the piece of round, blue hard candy produced had just been conjured out of the air. Mouth curling into a knowing smile as he held the piece up in front of his face, turning it to catch the slightest glint of light off of it, the way he regarded it with those dark grey eyes of his…as if it were a precious diamond. No one just kept their sweet bare in their pocket; the loose bits of lint would ruin it some, playing up the illusion that he did was almost enough to turn his stomach. Popping the bit of hard candy in his mouth and almost letting out a pleasured groan at to the flavour, he stopped himself short when he noticed a rotund woman trying to get his momentarily scattered attentions.

The round, chipmunk cheeked woman he recognised as a customer, she gestured down at hi—ah. Laughing easily as his gaze went down, it seems he stepped out with his usual apron was still on over his dress casual. Bringing it back up, his warm grey gaze went to the woman as he reached behind him to untie the apron, “Thank you, am I ever grateful you pointed this out…” Devilishly charming smile, and a bit of a haughty wink, the man pulled the apron off, lightly mussing his dark hair in the process. To say the least, this was one interesting way to leave his shift.

Apron on his arm, a long finger hand was reached out to lightly pat the woman on the shoulder, as if she was an old friend. Rolling the round piece of candy over his tongue, the sweetness dancing along in his mouth more lavishly than any hot blooded woman on a stripper pole, his lips parted for him to ask in a smooth tone of voice, “Yes, I remember this charming face of yours, now. You were the one who bought the box of cupcakes, a dozen all vegan for a good friend? Did your friend enjoy them, thoroughly? You told me she was quite the avid fan of…”

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Apron on his arm, free hand in his pocket, the man stopped before a few stalls. A small map had been given out at the front, from a quick glance one stall representing a baking club stood at the very end, but…he was in no rush to join even that. After all, there was class, and actually job to attend to. Then again, skipping out of the opportunity to share sweets…perish the thought!

The odd sport here, a billiards club there, something involving mathematics…that would be helpful to some humans, surely. Catching sight first of the stall’s representative, half-lidded eyes going along her form, there was almost appraising look from Aram. As if, this dark haired man were undressing the red haired young woman with his eyes, though the motion had been out of habit rather than out of lust. Then, his eyes flicked over to do similar to the youth with the skinny physique, tilting his head slightly. Maybe in the past, maybe. Eyes wandering one last time to the—ah…

"So, uh, what is this club actually about?"

Bringing his attention to the handouts as the younger man asked about the club’s activities, Aram pursed his lips and lightly sucked in a breath when he read the ensorcelled message upon each sheet. One in every town, it seemed. Giving them each their own charming smile, he removed his hand from his pocket and reached for the stack, carefully picking up two info sheets.

"The Night Garden participates in all sorts of events." … "We meet up at the Quills & Quivers most nights. We have study nights, movie nights, go to concerts, and even try to make a trip somewhere at least once a year--paid for in full by the club, of course."

Eyes moving along the page, his gaze lifted again to rest on the skinny man, “Google it?” The tone was of friendly teasing, before his eyes went over to the red haired young woman again. Aram popped a piece of hard candy into his mouth, “This club is quite extravagant, and the people running it, well…more so. Such a gorgeous red, like the ruby skin of a ripened sweet cherry, so rare.”

Smiling, not quiet caring enough at his own words, he turned the paper absently as if looking for more information, “Pardon me, but may I ask?What was the attendance like last year? If I recall correctly, the Night Garden is…notoriously particular about letting in new members. What has changed?”

Of Monsters and Men [Modern Fantasy]

Alright. Want senpai to notice you?

Of Monsters and Men [Modern Fantasy]

As an (ex-)Incubus, Aram is pansexual...but I doubt that's the sort of ex you're looking for.

Of Monsters and Men [Modern Fantasy]

Let me know what I should add/remove/change/clarify.

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Full Name:
Aram Pollux

Age:
200+ (Young), looks to be in his late twenties

Gender:
Male

Species:
(Formerly a Lust, currently a Gluttony) Demon

Major:
Culinary Arts

Appearance:
Highly attractive, quite a few inches over six feet tall. Hair is black, eyes are a dark grey. Shrunken, dulled horns hidden somewhere under that hair, a barbed tail that can be hidden at will.

My Hider

Behaviour:
Just very much chill, and disinterested in anything non-work or non-class related…or non-sweet related.

A Bit About Yourself:
From just one of the younger generations of incubus…before tasting a slice of cake that changed his life, and becoming addicted. And so, his religion is now sweets, ‘nuff said. His parents and peers didn’t approve of his life style changes, so he ditched the sexiest demons of all time in order to roll with the fat human bakers and chocolatiers…not a bad trade off, not at all. He ended up going to the college to properly gain a degree in Culinary Arts.

Hobbies/Other:
Producing sweets, consuming sweets, changing the recipes, conjuring them at will, giving candy to strangers. When not attending to his class and assignments, the man works at a small bakery in town.

Synchronization Overdrive: A school-based supernatural RP with a twist

Name:
Ryan Anders

Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Attractive enough, a few inches over six feet in height. Black hair, grey eyes.

Appearance (May be subject to change in the near future)

Profession: Tuner Instructor

Personality: Neat, easy-going, very much chill, won’t likely sweat it over the big things. There does seem to be some disappointment over his own ability as Tuner, as it seems like the power of a violent sadist, and he ain't about that life.

Abilities or Weapons: Ability-Type
Injurymancy (for lack of a better term) – as if reverse healing, the ability to reopen the past injuries of everyone within a certain distance of this user at half it's original severity. Burn scars are scored again and knife scars reopen as if fresh, though smaller or less serious, bones will still break in the exact same spot. Power lasts two minutes at the most, once deactivated the injuries tend to mend like they never happened...though, that might be a bit painful in and of itself.

Skills:
-A casual bit of mixed martial arts
-Some weapon training
-Cooking some things he likes
-Well read, studying
-Was part of the track team, back in the day

Brief Backstory: A tuner of a very difficult ability, as it tended to hurt him indiscriminately as well, when activated. After coming to understand his ability better, study the technicalities of being a Tuner, he tended to stick with Receivers with very low sync ratios. Before working at the academy, he had opted to go without a Receiver.

Receiver Or Tuner: (Feel free to volunteer, but the starting Sync Ratio between them will probably be very low)

Synchronization Overdrive: A school-based supernatural RP with a twist

Hah, just added that bit.
XD

Synchronization Overdrive: A school-based supernatural RP with a twist

Ah, if there is anything you want to to change to generally make the ability more appropo, let me know.

Synchronization Overdrive: A school-based supernatural RP with a twist

Let me know if I should add/remove/change/clarify anything.

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