MonsieurShade

Monsters Hotel

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@Horrid

Cain looked up from his empty glass at Alcaeus, appearing to be genuinely surprised to be spoken to by someone that wasn't screaming at him whilst brandishing a weapon or acting otherwise strange. "Yeah, I got an invite. I mean, it cost me my television and only god knows how much cash at this point, but I got it." Cain stated as he set his glass down. Cain was prepared to introduce himself when he picked up the sound of a particularly long winded argument from somewhere outside of the bar. Not long after that, the mummy from earlier returned to the bar with an expression not nearly as jaunty as the one he'd had before. The wendigo paused and considered asking what had happened, but thought better of it and instead returned his attention to Alcaeus, "O...kay. Anyway, i'm Cain, Cain Carmine.", he said before extending his right hand to shake.

The Ashe City Mysteries (Supernatural Mystery RP)

Aw lawd he got a gun, *Fires a tranquilizer dart into Slendy's right ass cheek*. That'll be thirty bucks for services rendered, Lowkey.

The Ashe City Mysteries (Supernatural Mystery RP)

As I sit here having read Slendy's CS, I wonder if i've made an egregious error by making Dimitri a munchkin. I mean on the one hand, I find the idea of him having to frequently ask for help or climb onto things to reach what he wants since he knows he can't use his abilities in public adorable. On the other, he'll have to look up at everyone while masquerading as a human and likely be mistaken for teen at best and a preteen at worst. Then again maybe it'll make things that much more jarring when he transformed.

The Ashe City Mysteries (Supernatural Mystery RP)

Name
Dimitri Silvera
"Your thirty second head start began twelve seconds ago..."
Nickname(s)
Cap'n Crunch (due to his constant eating), grave robber (due to his habit of stealing and eating corpses from graveyards when it's too risky to hunt)

Age
21 (looks younger due to his species and height)
Species
Wendigo

Gender
Male

Appearance
(he's a short stack, standing at 5'3")

As a wendigo

(he stands at 8'6" in this form)
Occupation
Criminal: He's responsible for the murder and devouring of both humans and supernaturals (he hides this by working as an auto mechanic by day and transforming to hunt at night)

Behavior
Dimitri tends to be a pretty cynical, manipulative, and street smart guy by nature, making up for his lack of worldly experience, by being extremely adept with knowledge on a local level. As a wendigo, his more negative personality traits are multiplied two fold, with a ravenous appetite and cruel sense of humor piled on top. He enjoys playing with his food, breaking them down physically and mentally to revel in their misfortune before he makes the kill.
Brief Bio
Unlike a vast majority of wendigo out in the world, Dimitri's form did not come from a curse. He comes from a long line of wendigos, dating all the way back to the pilgrimage era. As a result of being born into a family of monsters, Dimitri had the benefit of teachers to show him how to make a kill and leave no traces of it behind, as well as how to avoid capture if the situation ever arose. Dimitri took to these lessons with gusto, and when it came time for him to move out, he set his sights on Ashe city as his stomping grounds. Far enough away from home to establish his own territory, but close enough to call for help if necessary.
Abilities
Superhuman strength, speed, & agility (on par with an adult bengal tiger), superhuman senses

Other
His species is weak to iron, steel, and silver, as well as white ash. Dimitri will not attempt to devour those that can earn his respect.

Monsters Hotel

Cain swirled the ice in his empty glass around a bit as he idly listened to Snazzy and Marie chat. The sudden noise that the newcomer along with Jack had provided through their entrances was a bit unpleasant, but not enough to make him want to exit. The wendigo plucked a sprig of mint from his drink and popped it into his mouth, enjoying the strong taste of mint mingling with alcohol as he eyed Snazzy. "You know-" he began before swallowing the mint, "most of the bartenders i've met weren't particularly fond of every drink that they made. I think being around all of it desensitizes them to the point where they become really choosy about what they actually drink. I know, well, knew this one guy who absolutely refused to serve strawberry daiquiris because of how much he hated 'em. He said it kept the air headed types out of the bar, but no body ever believed him.".

Monsters Hotel

Cain slowly set down the beer as per Snazzy's requests, more so to placate the scythe wielding creature than to get his ghost julep. He slowly stepped back towards the bar, keeping his hands up and in clear sight of the reaper because, goddamn he was wielding a huge ass scythe, that shit could cleave Cain in two while he was in his human form. Cain hesitantly reached out and snatch up his julep, "Thank you. Cheers.", the wendigo knocked back the drink, enjoying the burn of white whiskey with the slightly sour and minty hints that came with the mint leaves and lemon juice. "Goddamn!" Cain said as he coughed a bit and raised his glass to Snazzy, "You scare the hell outta me, but I gotta admit you make a damn good drink!"

Monsters Hotel

I've no idea why, but I keep envisioning Snazzy with a head looking like one of those sugar skulls you see during the Day of the Dead festivals.

Monsters Hotel

Oakman

when the 'Fuckmothering Spanish Inquisition' arrives I expect nothing less than Ginyu Force introductions.

I mean it.

@ReaptheMusic

I do not know the names of the Inquisitors, however for the sake of making this work I shall make up some because I desperately want to envision this. *ahem*

"Cortez!" *Four Trumpet bugles*
"Enrique!" *guitar strum*
"Alejandro!" *maraca shake*

"And together we are!" *they assume some insane pose*

(in unison) "THE INQUISITORS SQUAD! HERETICS AND DEMONS BEWARE!!" *Casanet claps as fucking doves fly out of nowhere*

Broken Liberty

We having a "lost faith in humanity" party? Oh goody. Every time I regain even a sliver of faith in our race my job makes me lose it ten fold. You do not know lost faith until you've had someone ask you if fish and birds are animals. Some people amaze me with their singularity inducing levels of idiocy. I'd honestly be surprised if they didn't constantly have to remember how breathing works.

Monsters Hotel

Cain cringed a bit at the sudden flicker of lighting, however it didn't stop another ear-to-ear grin from spreading on his face as the words "playing around" were tossed about by Like. "Play? You mean like a game? I do love games." He said with a leer before shaking his head a bit, "I mean, no thank you.". Cain shuddered a bit and removed himself from the bar stool, forcing the grin off off his face as he did so. Spotting an unmanned beer left by one of the Countess' thralls, Cain snatched the drink up and downed half of it in one pull. He wasn't really one for beer, however it would suffice if he couldn't have his julep and got him away from the changeling. Still, every now and then he would eye the pump with the sort of gleam that said 'I really wanna do it'.