It's my birthday so I'm making it everyone's problem.
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I figure my presence on this site is more of a curse than a blessing.
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Be the superhero roleplay that you want to see in the world.
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Don't mind me, just making another reappearance.
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By no popular demand, I'm back.
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Bio
Years after writing my original post and funnily enough, I'm still Prose!
I'm twenty something, I like superheroes, magic and well... anything that happens to catch my eye. Sometimes I take random breaks from this site and reappear when you least expect me. Sorry about that. It's the mental health. I thrive in high casual settings and I like to write the same characters over and over so expect to see them regurgitated across different threads.
The rules of the Black Iris Society are simple and you have been told to follow them at all costs, no matter the stakes, no matter the situation. You have sworn yourself to the Society, though it's not as if you had a choice. You were born into this.
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It's hard to remember a time before the formation of the Council of the Iris and it's even harder to remember a time when the King hadn't ruled over you or your people. After seeing years of slaughter and freak-shows, he decided that your people were incapable of living among humanity. This was a decision agreed upon by the Council of the Iris, a decision that shaped the way you and your people would forever interact with the society around you. You were safer this way, you were happier.
Yours were the ones who they burned at the stake, who they belittled for your gleaming yellow eyes, who they chased with wood and cloves of garlic. Humans had never been understanding and your King sought to save you from them by shielding you from them. It was a very long time before your King allowed you and yours to integrate back into society sworn beneath the Laws of the Iris. You have lived this way for as long as you can remember, right alongside the humans, never revealing, always careful.
It was not until recently that you had ever felt threatened. An uprising has started to form with a small group of humans. These humans call themselves the Council of the Hunters and your King has been unnervingly silent about all of this.
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Born Vampires • Born in the traditional means though only born vampires are capable of making other born vampires. • Pale, sun sensitive but not at danger unless standing in direct sunlight. • Shorter fangs, more "teeth-like". • Golden eyes when in bloodlust. • Capable of living on minimal blood. • Derives enjoyment from "human food". • Considered "high society", usually quite rich. • Capable of aging or pausing that aging process.
Turned Vampires • Turned by either a born vampire or another turned vampire. • Pale, extremely sun sensitive, requires an enchanted object from a witch to venture into any sunlight. • Longer fangs, curved and sharp. • Silver or red eyes when in bloodlust dependent on blood intake. • Requires frequent feedings. • Derives no enjoyment from "human food", capable of tasting colorants and additives. • Considered "lower class", often treated as secondhand. • Incapable of aging, trapped at the age they "died" at.
Half-Bloods • Turned vampires that were turned by an inexperienced vampire. • Pale, extremely sun sensitive, requires an enchanted object from a witch to venture into any sunlight. • Longer fangs, sometimes deformed fangs, missing fangs or partial fangs. • Silver or red eyes when in bloodlust dependent on blood intake, usually red. • Obsessively needs to feed, little to no self control. • Extremely rare, this mutation does not happen much at all and most who wind up with it wind up killed by the Council of the Iris. • Considered extremely "lower class", treated less than dirt. • Incapable of aging, trapped at the age they "died" at, sometimes they're slowly rotting.
Witches • Witches are born, you cannot make a witch. • Witches all share a birthmark somewhere on their person that's shaped like a star or a crescent moon. The position of this birthmark is important among covens, they often favor more noticeable positions and see that as a sign of power. • Witches often have strange eyes, vibrantly colored or so pale that they seem drained of color entirely. This is not a necessary trait but it's viewed as attractive in the community. • Capable of many spells though witches usually specialize. Some prefer "green magic" involving nature and animals, others prefer "red magic" which is often fire based, and so on and so forth. Witches who have perfected the ability to heal without herbs are very rare. • Considered "upper class" though nowhere near as rich as the born vampires. • Aging is significantly slower than a human but does happen.
Werewolves • Werewolves can procreate among themselves, though they can also change humans into werewolves. • They're usually quite human in outward appearance, just a bit hairier with oddly colored eyes. Golds, greens, and pale blues are common. • During transformation, their noses and mouths extend into a snout and their bodies grow in size. Their nails extend into canine-like claws. Their teeth sharpen into fangs and their ears extend into wolf-like ears. • Transformation is triggered by the full moon, most werewolves have developed a ritual in preparation. • Transformation can also be triggered by strong displays of emotion. • Werewolves are often insatiably hungry, they love to eat. • Considered "lower class", about at the same standard of changed vampires. • Aging is actually pretty normal.
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This roleplay here will be taking a lot of heavy inspiration from L.J Smith's Night World, however it's got it's own storyline and there's no soulmate nonsense but credit where credit's due, I guess. You'll be playing either as a supernatural creature or a human hunter in this roleplay, it'll take place in a modern New York. The first scene will have us at a masquerade ball called together by the King. You know, if this actually goes anywhere. Looking forward to seeing if anyone's interested.
Quincy looks quite a lot like his father though he stands alone in the details. While they both share that same curly dark hair and pleasant youthful face, Quincy's jaw is a bit harder and his cheekbones are a bit higher. An aristocratic brow compliments a triangular nose. His lips are somewhat fuller than his father's though he has a smaller mouth. His eyebrows are dark and set low over his eyes which are a light coffee shade.
Quincy stands in tall around an even six feet, built strong and lean with muscle. He has naturally long legs and strong arms. He can often be found with a lazy posture, a lounging grace, leaning on things and resting his chin on his arms. He doesn't dress in a manner that suggests a knowledge for trends but he always seems well dressed. He favors earthy tones and outfits that are comfortable overall.
First and foremost, Quincy is a hedonist with an addictive personality. Indulgence is something he knows quite well and he makes a habit of chasing the things that he likes. He can be a bit of a slacker and he doesn't know when to take things seriously. A jokester's nature often makes him a bad choice in a grim situation, he likes to crack out sarcasm and mocking quips. His sense of humor can sometimes be a bit mean or dark which can make him rather unpopular with some crowds.
He's very intelligent, sometimes too smart for his own good but he often doesn't put that intelligence to use. He's quick to the draw and very reactive but he's also quite reckless. His bravery sometimes borders on stupidity and he's extremely stubborn. His unwavering desire to be right often gets him into trouble. Sometimes it seems he argues his opinions just to hear his own voice.
Despite these negatives, he's incredibly empathetic and capable of understanding the needs of those around him. He's often quick to offer a hand when one is needed. He's very loyal to the people he loves and devotes everything to them. Sometimes he can come off a bit obsessive but he generally has the awareness to acknowledge and adjust his behavior. He has a firm set of morals that he subscribes to and he is extremely passionate about them.
Likes: • Hanging out with his girlfriend. • Smoking. • Drinking. • Playing guitar. • White carnations. • Reading. • Rainy days. • Dogs.
• Princess Daphne Seara from Mbrëmje, Albania went to college in the States where she met a young man named Quinn Lloyd at a party. • The two started a very passionate relationship wrought with a lot of weed and alcohol that had many ups and downs. • Her parents were horrified and strongly opposed of their daughter's commoner boyfriend, going as far as threatening to strip her royal title and cut her off financially if she did not end the relationship. • As expected, the threats did nothing but increase the stubborn princess' resolve for marrying Quinn. • Realizing they would very well forever lose their only daughter if they continued to oppose, the king and queen eventually gave themselves a chance to get to know Quinn. • Although their opinion that their Daphne deserved better never changed, they saw how much the young man loved their daughter, and eventually gave the couple their blessing. • The two were married off very soon after. • Quinn fell quite easily into the life of a royal, though he never quite cleaned up his act. • Quincy Alanni Seara-Lloyd was born a few years into their union, named after both of his parents. • Quincy grew up to show many traits he shared with his father, a rebellious streak was among those. • He was eventually sent off to a boarding school known as Hannover Day where he was generally known as a nuisance. • He spent most of his time seeking out trouble, smoking behind the building, having a lot of casual hook-ups and teasing Princess Marcela Castillo. • It was in the middle of their junior year that two would find themselves tangled in a romance, and have spent almost all of their time together ever since. • He currently comfortably shares a penthouse with her in the States.
Marcela Castillo, Princess of Argonia, Spain.
Jorge López // #662d91
• Quincy knows a lot of really useless facts mostly pertaining to history. • He's fluent in Albanian, English and knows some Spanish. • He's a hell of a chain smoker.
It tasted like regret, rolling in across his teeth like waves lapping at the shore. He couldn't clear these wistful words from his head as he pulled his rental car up outside of the resort. He knew that he had written them himself, smudged them out and written them again and again. He had never finished that poem but he had gone home with his fingers blackened by graphite. He knew that frustration again as he looked up at the building sprawling before him. He wasn't ready, not entirely, he wasn't scared but he didn't know what waited for him there. The Caden that many of his classmates had known had been lost to adulthood, a child's shadow to the man he was now.
He was glad that highschool had been fleeting and that college had formed him into the person he was today but he wondered if he was even recognizable. He wondered if they were even recognizable. He knew the reflection that stared back at him nowadays was that of a much more confident person than the tired-looking kid with black hair that often scowled at him in old photos. It was sometimes jarring to think back to the kid that he had once been and he struggled to understand what he had been so afraid of. Nearly nothing scared him nowadays but he knew that he'd once been so afraid of everything.
Leaving Brooklyn hadn't been hard with no person to tie him down. He had asked a friend to watch his cat and he'd bought the tickets kind of unthinkingly. The invitation had put him into a kind of auto-pilot which had lead to him recklessly packing his suitcase and taking off with little other word. It had been like a movie scene, except the main character wasn't about to embark on a life changing adventure. This main character was about to relive highschool, for better or for worse.
Being so close to his past that he could nearly touch it was a strange kind of anticipation. It was a building of raw emotion that he wasn't eager to see boil over but mostly it was exciting, a break in the lull of day to day life. Even more exciting was the idea of possibly seeing Reina again. He had not seen her since their falling out in highschool but he had heard about her from Theodore in passing. He tried not to ask for updates, often felt very silly when the worry crept in, but he couldn't help wondering. He and Reina had lost whatever they had once been behind in highschool but he had been left with some lingering feelings.
Maybe it was baggage, maybe it was excuses or apologies for not being better, he wasn't sure but it was something. Caden was a person who loved with everything on the line and to have such an abrupt end was strange and devasting to him as a young man. He had moved on, of course, and though that had ended badly, a small part of him always wondered; what if?What if Rei had been the one? When it came down to it, these were just silly questions but he couldn't steady his heartbeat as he approached the building. He knew he had words for this feeling, he'd written them a thousand times and he was resolved to write them a thousand more.
"Caden Burke," he addressed the person working the desk. "I'm here for the King's Academy reunion." Saying the words made him feel like he was sealing his fate, licking the envelope closed and signing it to his fellow attendees. As he headed to his room to prepare for the party, he wondered if he had any words for the churning mixture of anxiety, excitement and apprehension that he was feeling. He thought he might have written them at least a hundred times but sometimes it was easier just to ponder them. He thought they were quite a lot like what if?
Caden has always been tall and lean, even in his younger years. Conventionally handsome, he carries himself with a certain tilt of his chin and a wistful look in his eye. Over the years he's built up a sort of broadness and tone but it stays nearly hidden behind loose shirts and oversized jackets.
Often times he dresses in a manner that would suggest an affection for vintage apparel. This manner of dressing is quite new to him as he spent many of his teenage years wearing all black and keeping his head down. His hair is bleached blond and somewhat shaggy, it hangs in his face. It's naturally dark and this can be noted through the shade of his eyebrows. He has mocha brown eyes set beneath dark eyelashes.
There are not many scars to note on this boy, the most prominent ones can be found on his hands and knees, though if one were looking closely then they would note a thin scar along his forehead.
Somewhat prone to being down in the dumps, Caden isn't always the easiest person to be around. Temperamental when provoked and terribly impatient, he often has to bite his tongue to keep himself out of trouble. A tendency to snap back at those who bother him or upset his balance, he doesn't hold back in his scathing reviews. He can be judgemental with people that he doesn't know and terribly sarcastic.
Quite friendly however most of the time, he's sweet in his demeanor. He's very empathetic and he likes to offer an ear wherever it's needed. A warm, joking manner is common of him, even if those jokes are pretty sarcastic. He's very brave, not afraid to jump right into things and he will be the first to speak his mind.
Upbringing Synopsis
Caden was never any good with people, though it wasn't for a lack of trying. Many of his highschool years were spent trying to see what personality fit right amongst his peers and eventually, he gave up. He found his home amongst rejects and he was content that way but he couldn't help but wonder what it was like to run in the popular crowds. Intelligent and somewhat introverted, he took to writing poetry and keeping his nose to his notebooks. He wasn't confident enough to stand out so he decided to stay in.
Once he was out of highschool and into college, he actually started to blossom. Studying journalism brought him to all sorts of different people and this mixed crowd of brought out the best in him. He became braver and louder and more willing to speak for himself. He maintained some pieces of his old withdrawn personality but he was a much more confident person and this inevitably lead to his second relationship. This relationship was a ride of ups and downs but it ended in a crash-- literally. A car crash attributed to the substances his girlfriend was on at the time.
They both got out alive but not without a few nasty reminders. His girlfriend was left with a permanent limp and he had suffered damage to his vestibular system which lead to many dizzy spells and balance problems. This accident ultimately spelled the end to their relationship and he was soon out of college. Heartbroken but diligent, he carried on and picked up a job as a traveling journalist. He never stayed in one place very long but there was something distracting about never having to plant his roots anywhere.
Extras
Jesse Rutherford | #8493ca • Do to the damage to his vestibular system, he's somewhat unbalanced and sometimes suffers dizzy spells. • He still writes poetry. • He has a cat.
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Reina Barracano "Rei was… well, she was incredible."
When Caden speaks of his first relationship, he often doesn't mention Reina but not for lack of caring about her. Their relationship was good and that was half of the problem, he had thought for a time that he loved her. They were connected in their similarities but their differences were what really brought them together. He admired her courage and a part of him wished he had her ability to naturally shine.
The concept of a real relationship was still very foreign to him and though he wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of an open relationship at first, he ultimately decided that he just wanted her to be happy. He respected her choices and didn't try to tie her down. Much of their time after school was spent together, hanging out, and enjoying themselves. He often invited her to his poetry readings or got his concert tickets in duplicates in hopes of bringing her along.
Things were really good but ultimately came to an end, he left highschool with some very unresolved feelings towards her.
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Grayson Chambers "Gray and I actually did pretty good at keeping in touch and he saves me a fortune by letting me crash on his couch."
Grayson was one of Caden's closest friends in highschool, though they might not have even met if Caden hadn't been so hopelessly bad at math. He had awkwardly sought Grayson out after being warned of his plummeting grades and the two ended up on a deal where Caden would help him with English and literature and Grayson would help him with math. This arrangement would inevitably end up as a proper study group including Alexander.
Outside of the study group, he often hung around Grayson. He even went as far as helping him write up a poem to impress a girl. He was one of the only people from highschool that Caden managed to keep in touch with and still crashes on the couch of to this day.
Theodore Gage "I was lucky I met Teddy, he's always been a real one."
Caden met Theodore through the school paper where the two initially bonded over their love of literature and journalism. They were quick friends because it wasn't often Caden got to gush about classic novels or old poets. As time stretched on, they learned they shared many other interests and this encouraged Caden to seek Theodore out more often with concert proposals. By the time he wound up dating Reina, this fortunately gave him even more reason to hang out with Theodore.
Even as highschool ended, Theodore's ability to maintain contact with him was a comfort as he went into college. It was a happy surprise when they both ended up living in New York. He often made time to visit his old friend and even invited him on a few business trips.
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Alexander Shields "I remember Alex being pretty chill, I have to hope he did well for himself."
Alexander was a part of the study group with Grayson. The three were pretty close and Caden was comfortable talking to Alexander outside of their work. At the time he considered Alexander and Grayson to be his closest friends and he usually tried to spare time to hang out with them.
Brent Walsh "I have to sort of thank Carlos, Brent was a really good friend."
Caden knew Carlos first, having bonded with him over a shared love of poetry. This lead him to meeting Brent, who he found was strangely amiable. He was confident but also very kind which made Caden feel secure in talking to him and even befriending him. This fortunately lead to him becoming a part of The King's Men.
Andre Martin "Another of the King's Men! Dre was honestly cool."
Caden was never personally very close to Andre but he liked him, he got along fairly well with all of the King's Men. While he was never the sporty type, he could sometimes be found at basketball games to cheer on his friend.
Sebastian Russo "Oh, boy, Gray didn't like him."
He didn't know Sebastian personally, really, but he did know Grayson wasn't a fan of him. He was a King's Man though so Caden was pretty affable with him.
Willow Nicholson "Willow was nice! It's a shame we didn't hang out more."
Caden and Willow shared a literature class together where they first crossed paths. While they weren't best friends by any means, they had many friendly conversations and even hung out a few times. Caden enjoyed being around her though he didn't know much about her personally.
Camden Bensen "Camden was cool, teachers were always pairing us in group projects. It got to be kind of funny."
He liked Camden and found her easy to work with, and though they didn't keep in touch after highschool, he thought she was pretty cool.
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Allison Bentley-Song "Ally was smart, overall very sweet, can't complain about her."
While he was never very close to Allison, she helped him out quite a few times through tutoring.
Amanda Woodall-Cross "She was really untouchable, wasn't she?
He didn't know Amanda, not really. He did know about Grayson's obsession with her though and never personally understood it but then, he was rather content to be all eyes for Reina.
Tessa Mendoza-Rosales "Tessa was Rei's friend, we didn't talk much.
He saw Reina's love for Tessa and he supported their friendship, though he never spent much time with her outside of when he was with Reina.
Grace Pruett "She seemed alright?"
Another person he didn't really know but saw in passing.
Caden has always been tall and lean, even in his younger years. Conventionally handsome, he carries himself with a certain tilt of his chin and a wistful look in his eye. Over the years he's built up a sort of broadness and tone but it stays nearly hidden behind loose shirts and oversized jackets.
Often times he dresses in a manner that would suggest an affection for vintage apparel. This manner of dressing is quite new to him as he spent many of his teenage years wearing all black and keeping his head down. His hair is bleached blond and somewhat shaggy, it hangs in his face. It's naturally dark and this can be noted through the shade of his eyebrows. He has mocha brown eyes set beneath dark eyelashes.
There are not many scars to note on this boy, the most prominent ones can be found on his hands and knees, though if one were looking closely then they would note a thin scar along his forehead.
Somewhat prone to being down in the dumps, Caden isn't always the easiest person to be around. Temperamental when provoked and terribly impatient, he often has to bite his tongue to keep himself out of trouble. A tendency to snap back at those who bother him or upset his balance, he doesn't hold back in his scathing reviews. He can be judgemental with people that he doesn't know and terribly sarcastic.
Quite friendly however most of the time, he's sweet in his demeanor. He's very empathetic and he likes to offer an ear wherever it's needed. A warm, joking manner is common of him, even if those jokes are pretty sarcastic. He's very brave, not afraid to jump right into things and he will be the first to speak his mind.
Upbringing Synopsis
Caden was never any good with people, though it wasn't for a lack of trying. Many of his highschool years were spent trying to see what personality fit right amongst his peers and eventually, he gave up. He found his home amongst rejects and he was content that way but he couldn't help but wonder what it was like to run in the popular crowds. Intelligent and somewhat introverted, he took to writing poetry and keeping his nose to his notebooks. He wasn't confident enough to stand out so he decided to stay in.
Once he was out of highschool and into college, he actually started to blossom. Studying journalism brought him to all sorts of different people and this mixed crowd of brought out the best in him. He became braver and louder and more willing to speak for himself. He maintained some pieces of his old withdrawn personality but he was a much more confident person and this inevitably lead to his first relationship. This relationship was a ride of ups and downs but it ended in a crash-- literally. A car crash attributed to the substances his girlfriend was on at the time.
They both got out alive but not without a few nasty reminders. His girlfriend was left with a permanent limp and he had suffered damage to his vestibular system which lead to many dizzy spells and balance problems. This accident ultimately spelled the end to their relationship and he was soon out of college. Heartbroken but diligent, he carried on and picked up a job as a traveling journalist. He never stayed in one place very long but there was something distracting about never having to plant his roots anywhere.
Extras
Jesse Rutherford | #8493ca • Do to the damage to his vestibular system, he's somewhat unbalanced and sometimes suffers dizzy spells. • He still writes poetry. • He has a cat. • I'm leaning on sherbet icecream.
Caden has always been tall and lean, even in his younger years. Conventionally handsome, he carries himself with a certain tilt of his chin and a wistful look in his eye. Over the years he's built up a sort of broadness and tone but it stays nearly hidden behind loose shirts and oversized jackets.
Often times he dresses in a manner that would suggest an affection for vintage apparel. This manner of dressing is quite new to him as he spent many of his teenage years wearing all black and keeping his head down. His hair is bleached blond and somewhat shaggy, it hangs in his face. It's naturally dark and this can be noted through the shade of his eyebrows. He has mocha brown eyes set beneath dark eyelashes.
There are not many scars to note on this boy, the most prominent ones can be found on his hands and knees, though if one were looking closely then they would note a thin scar along his forehead.
Somewhat prone to being down in the dumps, Caden isn't always the easiest person to be around. Temperamental when provoked and terribly impatient, he often has to bite his tongue to keep himself out of trouble. A tendency to snap back at those who bother him or upset his balance, he doesn't hold back in his scathing reviews. He can be judgemental with people that he doesn't know and terribly sarcastic.
Quite friendly however most of the time, he's sweet in his demeanor. He's very empathetic and he likes to offer an ear wherever it's needed. A warm, joking manner is common of him, even if those jokes are pretty sarcastic. He's very brave, not afraid to jump right into things and he will be the first to speak his mind.
Upbringing Synopsis
Caden was never any good with people, though it wasn't for a lack of trying. Many of his highschool years were spent trying to see what personality fit right amongst his peers and eventually, he gave up. He found his home amongst rejects and he was content that way but he couldn't help but wonder what it was like to run in the popular crowds. Intelligent and somewhat introverted, he took to writing poetry and keeping his nose to his notebooks. He wasn't confident enough to stand out so he decided to stay in.
Once he was out of highschool and into college, he actually started to blossom. Studying journalism brought him to all sorts of different people and this mixed crowd of brought out the best in him. He became braver and louder and more willing to speak for himself. He maintained some pieces of his old withdrawn personality but he was a much more confident person and this inevitably lead to his first relationship. This relationship was a ride of ups and downs but it ended in a crash-- literally. A car crash attributed to the substances his girlfriend was on at the time.
They both got out alive but not without a few nasty reminders. His girlfriend was left with a permanent limp and he had suffered damage to his vestibular system which lead to many dizzy spells and balance problems. This accident ultimately spelled the end to their relationship and he was soon out of college. Heartbroken but diligent, he carried on and picked up a job as a traveling journalist. He never stayed in one place very long but there was something distracting about never having to plant his roots anywhere.
Extras
Jesse Rutherford | #8493ca • Do to the damage to his vestibular system, he's somewhat unbalanced and sometimes suffers dizzy spells. • He still writes poetry. • He has a cat. • I'm leaning on sherbet icecream.
No text header yet but uh. I stayed up until three finishing this for some God forsaken reason.
"Thank you, you’re very kind." His response was amiable enough but it did little to qualm Zeke's growing anxiety. He wasn't bad with people, not really, he had a social bone or two in his body but something about the atmosphere was oppressive. He didn't blame his newfound companion, he was more inclined to blame how crazy things were back at the bonfire. He had once liked parties, he had frequented quite a lot of them with Theodore during his highschool years but that was a long time ago. He was much more at home amidst cafés and pretention.
In a way, he sort of wondered if this young man was similar. Most people didn't choose to spend their party playing the violin in a hidden cove unless they weren't enjoying the festivities. There was something kind of elegant about the choice in instrument, it was better than the acoustic guitar that he expected of aspiring musicians at parties. Can anyone say Wonderwall? "Well, since you’re my only audience right now. Care to make a request?" His smile was charismatic, his voice was confident. It was the kind of kind of quality that made a person likeable, confidence without blatant arrogance.
"I'm a little afraid I'm going to disappoint you," responded Zeke with a laugh. The laugh didn't reek of the nervous energy that his body language had been showing, it was a step in the right direction. He was slowly but surely screwing his head on straight, getting a grip on the situation. This guy wasn't so scary, at least not on his own, it might have been worse if there had been a small crowd. He was sort of glad he'd wound up here first. He decided to relay a bit of what he taken back from music class over the years. Sometimes having a crazy good memory had it's perks. "I'm partial to Amy Beach's Violin Sonata. Traditionalism makes me shudder and her style is very romantic, it's a shame that her work is so often neglected. Beautiful violinist, probably one of the few that I actually listen to."
He paused a moment to let all of this sink in before a smile threatened to overcome him. "I assume you would prefer that over something by The Front Bottoms, which was my other choice." His tone was a touch playful at that, steadily more comfortable. He found it easier to feel like he was in his place when his place wasn't terribly crowded. He set the can down, didn't bother opening it and took a seat. He hoped he was making a good impression but he had stopped caring as much. "I'm Zeke, by the way."
He was interested to hear the other guy's take on Amy Beach, curious if he'd do her justice. He appreciated music even if he considered himself someone who lacked any sort of basic talent in music. He knew talent when he heard it but he couldn't imagine how any of it was done. He was entirely incapable of picturing how any of those notes came to be, he preferred to just close his eyes and listen. Any person could be an enjoyer of music but he respected the actual ability to play it.
His only creative venture was writing and he didn't even do that for other people.
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Years after writing my original post and funnily enough, I'm still Prose!
I'm twenty something, I like superheroes, magic and well... anything that happens to catch my eye. Sometimes I take random breaks from this site and reappear when you least expect me. Sorry about that. It's the mental health. I thrive in high casual settings and I like to write the same characters over and over so expect to see them regurgitated across different threads.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/15/2e/53152ec84419572a4adc10740b42690f.gif" /><br><br>Years after writing my original post and funnily enough, I'm still Prose!<br><br>I'm twenty something, I like superheroes, magic and well... anything that happens to catch my eye. Sometimes I take random breaks from this site and reappear when you least expect me. Sorry about that. It's the mental health. I thrive in high casual settings and I like to write the same characters over and over so expect to see them regurgitated across different threads.</div></div>