Tybalt Capulet

Coyote Hustle

@Thread Generator SINHopefully more show up! Also, Dober-man cracked me up!

Dark Fantasy.

@forumsBasically, I'm perfectly happy to put this character in my file, and whip up a totally new one that maybe fits the world a little better.

☽ Remedy, a Summer Camp for “Wayward Juveniles” ☾

With a slightly more confident look, Mason answered each of his newfound friends in turn. "Well, I never actually turned into a gargoyle until about last year, maybe a year and a half ago- at least, not into the form of one. I'm still not really human, and I'm mostly okay with that, but I only look inhuman at night, for the most part, and even then it's only sometimes." He smiled, remembering moonlit flights over cityscapes and woodlands alike.

"I really enjoy being in that form; I can fly, and I'm a lot stronger, and sometimes I can move into shadows, which feels strange, but kind of natural? It's not very attractive looking, though. Honestly, I look pretty horrifying. And sunlight really hurts, which is probably why I only take that form at night." He finally stopped for a breath, examining the faces of those before him as if to check that he wasn't saying too much that was out of the ordinary.

"Well. Anyway. That's me. Thanks for being so welcoming, even if the start was a bit rocky." He smiled at the twins, and winked cheekily at Tempest. "I wish I has some classes with you guys, you're all really great. I haven't felt this welcomed in a while, and it's only been a little bit. This summer might be alright... if the sun would just take a break for a while." He wiped sweat from his forehead, and sipped some water from a cheap plastic bottle from his pocket.
@Tenma Tendo@candlelitcraft

Long May They Reign [Whispers x Tybalt]

@HushedWhispers Aww, thanks! I tried to live into the characters a bit!

Dark Fantasy.

@forumsWhat if i were to take it a totally different direction, and go with a traveling minstrel?

☽ Remedy, a Summer Camp for “Wayward Juveniles” ☾

@Tenma Tendo@candlelitcraft Really sorry, but won't be able to post until tonight. Road trip with friends! Woo!

Long May They Reign [Whispers x Tybalt]

@HushedWhispersIt's all good, no rush!

Siren's Plague (Slightly 18+)

Akono smiled at the offer of food, but said nothing, enjoying his beverage. At the "both human" comment, he remarked "Aye. Hardly something worth mentioning, were you to ask me, but aye." He returned to his drink, draining it with a fervor that was almost concerning. As he set the enormous pitcher down to take a breath, a monstrous screeching rent the air. The singularly cacophonous sound snapped the bondsman back into the reality that was the impending mission, and he left his drink at the bar in favor of retrieving the trunk-like club that rested against the back wall. He hefted the massive weapon up onto one shoulder, then nodded to the Necromancer and stepped outside, eyes searching for the source of the screeching sound.

He eventually did sight the source of the sound, as well as the apparent leader of the little party, as well as a young woman who he didn't recognize. He strode over to the two, acknowledging them, but saying nothing. He hefted his club down from his shoulder, resting the brass-bound head on the street. The handle leaned against his bulky chest, and he used one hand to keep it steadied. Finally, he spoke.

"Jericho. Who's the woman? She part of our crew, or just hanging around in hopes of catching your eye?" He didn't make any attempt to address the woman herself. If she was worth his attention, she'd make it clear. He broke the tense moment with a grin, and a jovial "Kidding, miss. It's a pleasure to meet you, of course. I'm Akono. Anyone know why the beast up there showed up? Any town guardsmen to deal with it?"

Dark Fantasy.

@forumsSo, if I were to go with the angle that he's an assassin who is occasionally hired for that purpose, but usually prefers to serve as a standard bondservant, would that work?

Edit: Heck, he could even just be a servant who was trained for standard serving purposes, as a bondsman. I went with the more violent angle based on assumptions from other rp's, but I'm all good with a more peaceful character, if that's more in keeping with the tone of the story.

And, of course, if it comes down to it, I'm happy to make a new Character sheet with a different character.

Coyote Hustle

MIRA STREETWALKER

The sound of water lapping against the hull of the Aurora Ferry almost entirely covered the sound of blood dripping from the portly man's throat to the wooden floor. A pair of recently-cleaned knives rested on the bed, blades treated with a chemical solution that left them with a smoky-looking surface, so as to prevent them shining under lights. Their owner, a tall, fiery-haired young woman, stood at the foot of the bed, frowning at the sight of the hefty merchant who had hired her services, as if remembering how she'd paid for her fare across the water.

At the sound of the whistle announcing the ferry's arrival, the harlot cursed to herself and began to dress, slipping a palm-sized steam-powered pistol into a small pocket within her brassiere, and carefully fastening the straps to allow for easy access to the emergency weapon. The low-cut tunic that went over it also left clear access, and advertised the wearer as the lady of the evening she was. A pair of soft leather pants allowed for freedom of movement, and showcased her long legs, and her tall boots became home to the two smoky knives.

Mira Streetwalker; Harlot, Assassin, and erstwhile adventurer opened the cabin door carefully, so as not to reveal the body to anyone who might be passing by through the hallway. She didn't carry much with her, which set her apart a bit from some of the other passengers, but her coin pouch was heavy after emptying that of the now-deceased merchant. Merging into the crowd, she stepped off of the boat onto the damp streets of Runeria. Though she hadn't been to the city in some time, it exhibited all of the normal traits of a port city, and a harlot like herself was sure to find work quickly enough, especially with the constant influx of sailors on shore leave. With that intention in mind, Mira walked briskly past the street vendors hawking their wares, and found the first Inn she could, hoping to establish herself as open for business, and also find something to drink, to cleanse her palate after the unpleasant night.

The sound of musicians and boisterous patrons drew Mira as surely as a rope on a misbehaving dog. She snuck inside, trying not to make herself too visible, as she was hoping to rest a bit before being hired again, for either of her professions. She would usually have chosen a table towards the back with this intention, but the most shadowed space seemed quite, quite occupied. Bearing this in mind, she took a seat at the bar itself, plunking a few coppery coins on the table with what she hoped was an honest-looking smile. Some taverns liked to have plenty of her kind on hand, to create an atmosphere of easy fun, but others discouraged the presence of whores, attempting to preserve an image of decorum. She waved for a drink, hoping that this place was one of the former, as the clothing of the waitresses suggested.