Name: Bickford Beauregard Age: 52 Height: 5'9" Weight: 225ibs Likes: Scantily clad men and women, money, booze, cigarettes, being stingy Dislikes:…everything else Profession: Assistant manager at Club LUSH
Personality/Bio: Bickford grew up in Shiny City with two loving and wealthy parents along with his three older siblings and despite all the odds, he still managed to turn out to be a massive dickhead.
Currently on his seventh marriage, Bickford spends most of his time at the club, where he is surprisingly good at his job. He isn’t well liked by his employees due to his constant crude comments and nagging them to wear more revealing clothing. It is his personal goal to see all Club LUSH’s employees wearing only their skivvies to work.
Name: Calliope Cross Nickname: She's been called everything from cantaloupe to kaleidoscope, but she'd rather you just call her by her given name. Age: 26 Height: 5'8” ((About 173 cm)) Weight: 130 lbs. ((About 59 kg))
Likes:"I like cats, dogs, fish, bunnies, frogs, snakes, penguins, basically any sort of animal...What?...oh...What else besides animals? Erm...haha...snow cones are alright, I guess?"
Her job, animals, sewing, horticulture, bad movies, tea, cooking, small spaces, bubblegum, reading, card games, jogging, hugs, the smell of old books, being outdoors, studying, long baths, stuffed animals, cute dresses, dumplings, and preparing for the imminent downfall of human civilization.
Dislikes:"Ummm...I'm not a huge fan of leeks."
Leeks, strangers randomly touching her hair, being cooped up inside all day, curry, hospitals, psychiatrists, needles, cold weather, being cold in general, bullies, waiting in lines, people who are mean to waitstaff, American beer, clowns, magicians, headaches, and the imminent downfall of human civilization (planning for it is fun, but the thought of it actually happening gives her so much anxiety).
Party Trick:"...*fidget fidget*...I can't do anything interesting, why, have you heard something? Move along, please!"
Profession: Works at Shine Aquarium as a dolphin and seal trainer. Studying to become a veterinarian and is set to graduate next summer.
Bio: The first time it happened was the day of her mother's funeral and little Calliope was terrified, because goldfish shouldn't be able to talk, right? But her's did, saying very plainly and clearly, "Feed me, Calliope, feed me!" She ran to tell her father but he dismissed it as a silly game of make believe and didn't give it a second thought at the time.
Of course when she turned ten and was still claiming animals spoke to her it was understandably less charming and more worrisome. Jordan Cross took his daughter to see a psychiatrist and they couldn't quite figure out what the cause for her elaborate delusions were either, but they were able to prescribe numerous medications that helped drown out the voices. Calliope hated them of course, but her father seemed relieved when she stopped talking to the neighbor's iguana, so she kept taking her pills to keep him happy.
School was hard for her due to her bookish nature and as a result she never garnered many friends or suitors. Calliope didn't mind though, she would much rather study animal medical journals and play chess with her father than flounder through small talk with her classmates anyways. She graduated at the top of her class and decided to pursue a career as a veterinarian despite her father's misgivings and enrolled in the local university for the following fall.
It was during this time that Calliope blossomed into a lovely young woman that was no longer riddled with acne and braces, but her social anxiety and skiddish behavior kept her from forming any lasting attachments. She graduated with her bachelor's degree just a few short days before her father passed away suddenly and unexpectedly from a brain aneurysm. Calliope didn't leave the house for weeks, stopped taking her medication, and just when it seemed like everything was getting too much to handle and she was pondering taking drastic measures, she heard a strange voice…
"Shit girl, you lookin' ratchet as hell! When was the last time you ran a comb through yo hair? That old man was dope as fuck but damn girl, you gotta cut that shit out. You're messin’ with my vibe!"
There was no one in the house except for her father’s cat. It seemed like the voices were back.
Sonya coaxed Calliope into showering, then combing her hair, then slapping on some deodorant, and slowly, piece by piece, things started to get better. Calliope had been scared that she would be completely alone without her father, but it seemed that as long as she didn't take her medicine she had found a new friend. So she doesn't refill her prescription and when the semester finished up she transferred to Shine City for a fresh start.
Calliope then bought a small house with the money her father left and her and Sonya took in a stray cat that had been meandering around the garbage bins. Her grades were good, she got a new job at the aquarium, and everything was going well. But here lately, her cats have begun to worry that if they don’t socialize their human soon she would be forever doomed to be a lonely cat lady for the rest of her days...
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Theme Song:
Pets:
Name: Simon Age: Three Party Trick:"I can complete calculus equations flawlessly without the aid of a calculator. Just imagine what I could accomplish if only I had opposable thumbs."
"Oh yes, purr purr and all that good stuff, old chap."
Theme Song:
Name: Sonya Age: Four Party Trick:"...da faq is wrong with you? I'm a cat, yo, we don't do party tricks! I oughtta scratch the shit outta yo punk ass for asking me some dumb shit like that."
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles.
@Remipa Awesome Just give her mom respect and prove to her you have only the best intentions towards her daughter and eventually she'll let up. As a mom myself (My little cupcake is gonna be two in July! <3 ) I completely understand the need to protect your kid, even if her's is a teenager and almost a grown lady now. She'll cut the apron strings eventually, but I imagine it's hard to do.
But you seem like a genuinely nice guy and once she realizes it I'm sure she'll be much more accepting of it. Just give her time, us old folks have a hard time with change. XD
I think Lucius is acting fine, he did just possibly lose the girl he was crushing on (Though I still have high hopes for Luzo! XD ), so it is understandable he'd be a little vexed at having to show up at the ball. Plus there was that skirmish the day before where he very nearly died and now he has to rub elbows with some of the people who almost killed him! Maybe his job requires him to be there, but no one said anything about him having to like it.
Besides, different characters are what makes the game fun. If everyone was laughing and happy it'd be boring! ^.^
Naya sat on her bed that night, the arrow that Kelvin had given her perfectly balanced in her scarred hands. Her fingers carded through the bright plumage on the tail of it, scowling at how vibrant and happy the colors were on such a malicious little instrument. The witch could not sense much magic from the arrow, but even still she could feel that it very much desired to be back with the skeleton, to imbed itself into his non existent flesh and cause pain and discomfort for all eternity.
“You may keep the arrow for now, but it will come back to me eventually.”
“I know,” Naya murmured, the shadows of the house whirling around the bed anxiously as the walls gave a concerned groan. “...but maybe it doesn’t have to come back to you the same as it was,” she mused, grip tightening to the point that her knuckles began to turn white. The arrow gave a creak and the witch released it begrudgingly, setting it on the bedside table for now. “Another night,” she decided, leaning over to blow the candle out and then burrowing under the blankets.
Naya returned to Linore the next evening for the ball and felt incredibly out of place the moment she stepped foot inside. If she had not traveled two hours by carriage to get there and already booked a night at the local inn the witch would have turned right back around and fled to the comfort and familiarity of the shop. But instead of making an escape to save herself embarrassment the brunette pressed on, making her way through the grand foyer and into the main ballroom.
The dress Naya wore had actually been made for her by her mother and was intended to be the ritual gown the youngest Ashgrave would don to celebrate her magic when it finally came in. It was a simple, cotton creature that was ivory in color so that the blood of all the other witches in her coven would stand out starkly against it as they bathed her in it. Of course her mother had passed on before they had ever gotten the chance to perform the tradition and she was the last of her clan, so the garment remained blissfully clean, for now anyways. The dress felt plain compared to some of the other guests, who wore fineries the like that Naya had never seen before.
Her worn out boots thudded softly against the gleaming marble floors, an obvious contrast to the clicking of the elegant ladies’ heels as they seemed to glide across the room. The witch knew she was being overly sensitive, in truth no one else probably noticed her stomping as there were plenty of other common ladies that wore plain clothes like her, but she couldn’t help but wind a lock of hair around her finger nervously as she made her way around the dancing couples. Her eyes flitted about the room, searching for a familiar face in the crowds.
She saw Prince Asher and his lover, Octavia, speaking together with their fathers at their sides. ’I wonder if they know?’ the witch thought as she watched the kings interact. ’A secret romance would be terribly romantic,’ she decided with a small smile as her gaze shifted to the other party goers. She still had a debt to collect from the young prince, but she didn’t think now was the right time or place. Besides, she didn’t want to interrupt him when he was spending time with his lovely princess. ((@Ace of flames01@Sarcelle Renard))
Naya saw the mage she had held a dagger to not two days prior, scowling and sipping his wine along the edges of the room. He looked unhappy and downright angry, and Naya again felt a twinge of sympathy as she recalled him being almost torn apart by Livia’s brother. ’Best to leave that one be,’ she thought, skirting around him without making eye contact. He looked liable to stab someone or shock the ever loving darkness out of them at any given moment. ((@Lord Zee))
Eventually she found what she was looking for, a friendly face that she was relatively certain wouldn’t mind her company for just a moment. Naya crossed the room to where Uriel sat, his dark armor traded for a handsome suit. “Hello, friend,” she greeted with a grin, stopping to stand next at the table he was seated at. “You seem excited to be here,” she teased, taking in his uncomfortable expression. It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one that felt out of her element. ((@Polaris North))
It was here that she realized she might have interrupted a conversation, as she noticed a gentleman standing against the wall next to the demon general. “Hello,” Naya murmured, greeting the stranger a bit more shyly than she had Uriel. He was expressly good looking, with fair hair and a jaw that was squarer than it had any right to be. There was a small scar that ran just above his brow and one that cut through his actual eyebrow, but the witch thought it suited him, adding a bit of ruggedness to his already dashing appearance. “I’m Naya. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” ((@Gate Keeper))
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