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Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Name: Dusty

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Appearance:

My Hider

Dusty has the appearance of a very average person. He stands at 5'10, and weighs in at an average 165 pounds. He wears his black hair a bit long, often keeping it in a pony tail, lest it get in the way of his work. He wears a large blue coat over his thin cotton shirt, usually left wide open and flailing in the wind. His pants are unremarkable beige, and he wears black boots up to his knees, leather and water proof. The only thing that makes Dusty stand out in a crowd is his choice of weapons being unique. Over his coat he wears a bandoleer of ammo, a pistol and sword around his hip.

Personality: Dusty is a loner, but that certainly doesn't mean hes lonely. He knows how to blend and can laugh at jokes, and occasionally make a few himself. He would never turn away another person's company, but he rarely seeks it out either. He is by no means a malicious person, he just rarely opens up to people, preferring to put up a wall and to mask his true intentions, feelings, and thoughts before he can trust someone.

Background: Dusty comes from Arizona, a land known for its guns, and rugged terrain. As befits someone who embraced their home, Dusty is an active outdoorsman. He is athletically gifted, a talented marksman, and a skilled tracker. His family feared god and loved the red white and blue. Although Dusty does not follow their line of thinking, he comes from a loving household.

Powers: Dusty's powers are simple, and don't really manifest as truly mind blowing. He has an enhanced ability to follow trails, noticing tiny details that can discern his prey's tracks. He is a supreme marksmen, capable of hitting a target from a great distance away. Should Dusty continue to work at his abilities, he would probably find the ability to hide in shadows to hunt is easy, and to stay silent as well. He is a capable sword fighter should the need arise, but he is by no means an expert, and anyone who truly strives for martial excellence would probably find he is easy prey at close range.

Personal Motive: Dusty seeks wealth, mostly. He is a guide for hire if the need arise, and if the price is truly right, he can serve as an assassin. But thankfully, none have asked him to do that. He mostly tries to get by, and while not actively searching for a way home, the idea isn't one that is toxic to him.

Mementos: A red bandana. Dusty keeps it in his pocket, but has been known to wear it around his neck.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Name: Dusty

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Appearance:

My Hider

Dusty has the appearance of a very average person. He stands at 5'10, and weighs in at an average 165 pounds. He wears his black hair a bit long, often keeping it in a pony tail, lest it get in the way of his work. He wears a large blue coat over his thin cotton shirt, usually left wide open and flailing in the wind. His pants are unremarkable beige, and he wears black boots up to his knees, leather and water proof. The only thing that makes Dusty stand out in a crowd is his choice of weapons being unique. Over his coat he wears a bandoleer of ammo, a pistol and sword around his hip.

Personality: Dusty is a loner, but that certainly doesn't mean hes lonely. He knows how to blend and can laugh at jokes, and occasionally make a few himself. He would never turn away another person's company, but he rarely seeks it out either. He is by no means a malicious person, he just rarely opens up to people, preferring to put up a wall and to mask his true intentions, feelings, and thoughts before he can trust someone.

Background: Dusty comes from Arizona, a land known for its guns, and rugged terrain. As befits someone who embraced their home, Dusty is an active outdoorsman. He is athletically gifted, a talented marksman, and a skilled tracker. His family feared god and loved the red white and blue. Although Dusty does not follow their line of thinking, he comes from a loving household.

Powers: Dusty's powers are simple, and don't really manifest as truly mind blowing. He has an enhanced ability to follow trails, noticing tiny details that can discern his prey's tracks. He is a supreme marksmen, capable of hitting a target from a great distance away. Should Dusty continue to work at his abilities, he would probably find the ability to hide in shadows to hunt is easy, and to stay silent as well. He is a capable sword fighter should the need arise, but he is by no means an expert, and anyone who truly strives for martial excellence would probably find he is easy prey at close range.

Personal Motive: Dusty seeks wealth, mostly. He is a guide for hire if the need arise, and if the price is truly right, he can serve as an assassin. But thankfully, none have asked him to do that. He mostly tries to get by, and while not actively searching for a way home, the idea isn't one that is toxic to him.

Mementos: A red bandana. Dusty keeps it in his pocket, but has been known to wear it around his neck.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

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Okay, I'll be home late tonight, so I'll be able to post tomorrow morning

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Sorry, been super busy. Flew home Monday and I've just been super occupied. I'll post when I can

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That was mostly my idea. Wanted to see if it was okay, to do that since your wanted us all to come together and I kinda pulled Eric and Union away. But it all worked out

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Partially for the logic of blending in, and partially for comedic value

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Eric watched the angel try to tell the other what a movie was, with some accuracy. They stepped away to sidebar, and Eric lit another cigarette while they were doing it. When they returned he blew out a smoke ring. They asked him if he knew any hotspots. He looked at them, down at the cigarette in his fingers, and then back at them. He nodded a few times. "Alright, follow me" he said.

Eric led them through an alleyway towards his station wagon. "Driving there will attract a lot less attention" Eric said as he brought them to it. He removed his car keys, and unlocked the doors, stepping into the driver seat. Once the three of them were in, he pulled into the street and started driving towards his destination. He reached down, and turned on the radio at a quiet volume to add background sound.

You can run on for a long time, run on for a long time.

Eric rolled his window down, and flicked the cigarette out the window. "So, the thing I've noticed with a lot of the demons is that they don't tend to be where you expect." Eric paused.

Sooner or later God'll cut you down, sooner or later God'll cut you down

Eric continued "I have a place, and thats where we're headed. It's only a few blocks away, right? People always expect demons to be in like, seedy bars, or a night club. A tavern. But thats too obvious, right?"

Go tell that long tongue liar, go and tell that midnight rider, tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter.

"But like, it has to be one of these places that aren't very obvious. They blend in. I think that the, uh. whats the word?" Eric paused to scratch his head trying to find the appropriate vocabulary choice. "Veil? The veil is thin there. I suppose that will do. Its easy for the, others to manifest there. Sometimes its demons, I've seen a few souls escape from their after life. I mostly observe. Follow. Find them at night, alone, and send them back."

Eric pulled into the parking lot of the destination. The red light of a cowboy hat and the glowing word "Arby's" dimly lit the interior of the car.

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down, tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down.

Eric turned off the key in the ignition, killing the engine. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the flask of holy water, making sure there was a significant amount in the container, before replacing it. "After me?" He asked, stepping out of the car. He reached up, and touched the handle of his pistol with his finger, reminding himself that it was there. With the gun and water, he felt fairly safe and prepared, and started walking across the parking lot. "You never told me your names" Eric added as he opened the door to the lobby, leading them in. He turned to the female angel, and handed her several dollars. "Order something, to avoid suspicion." Eric turned to Zander. "Follow me"

Eric led Zander to the male restroom. "For men only, partly why your other half can't follow. Also because it's rude to use a restaurant's bathroom without buying something." Eric opened the door, and gestured to the stall at the end of the row of 4. To the normal person, it was a normal stall. To Eric, and Zander's ability to see more than the usual, there was a faint glow to the stall from the edges of the door. Eric walked over, and pushed the door open. "Here it is" He said, turning to Zander. "Demons can easily manifest here."

There was a faint sound of a storm brewing,and the glow was getting more intense. The scent of brimstone started to permeate the air. "Right on time."

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I'm posting right now, to keep some life in the thread. It'll give Eric and Union something to do, and it can always be steered back towards the group, I'll be setting it up as a small serving anyways.