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Hello, I'm Tristan, the subject says pretty much all the important stuff, but here's a little bit more about me:
I will draw for you!
I am willing to doodle your character for free if you mention me to your friends or something. [You can see my work here]. Just provide a vivid description* and references if possible.
*By vivid description I mean:
species (I take non-humans although I reserve the right to decline any character human or otherwise if I believe I cannot do justice to your character's design)
height
weight (approximate, it's hard for me to come up with weights too)
distribution of weight (hour glass? muscular? pear? etc.)
build (proportions such as longs legs, large hands, small feet, etc.)
face shape
lips (references are appreciated)
eyelashes
eyebrows (references are appreciated)
nose shape (references are appreciated)
ears (not all ears look alike, not even human ears)
eye color
skin color (pelt colors and pattern if applicable, for pelts references are appreciated)
hair color
hair texture
hair style (references are appreciated)
body hair (placement and texture)
complexion (skin quality, freckles, moles, scars, missing limbs, etc.)
augmentation (piercings, tattoos, cyborg limbs, etc.)
additional limbs and anatomical features ( tails, spinal ridges, digitigrade legs, etc.)
genitalia ( if applicable; I will draw nude characters, but please include a description of genitalia, again I reserve my right to decline drawing any chracter that I do not believe I can do justice to drawing)
other notable features (just in case I missed anything)
demeanor (how do you want them pictured? happy, sad, sullen?)
props (pets, bags, umbrellas,etc.)
clothing (a description of the colors, cuts, and fabric- if important- of all visible clothes you want your character wearing, references are appreciated)
pose (you do not have to specify a pose, but if you don't you'll either get a 3/4's body pose or a pin up pose depending on my mood, references are appreciated)
medium (you can choose from pencil, pen, pencil with water color, pen with watercolor, pencil with colored pencil, pen with colored pencil, digital lines or digital lines and color)
I really like doing non-sexual role plays, I know that's hard to believe reading all the stuff I have written about romantic/sexual role play preferences , but that's mostly because I'm picky. For non-sexual role plays I'm willing to play anyone in any setting as long as it's cool and fun. And not fan fiction. Violence and combat? Awesome! Weird mythological creatures? Even better! Historically accurate settings? Yes please! And I am even comfortable playing female characters for non-sexual role plays.
I'm mostly impartial to gender, but in some situations I do tend to find that I have a slight preference towards males, but a nice dominant lady is always wonderful. I do not have experience role playing with non-binary characters, but if you have one and are interested in a role play, I'd be more than happy to give it a shot.
I am a switch, but that does not mean I flip flop randomly between dom and sub, I simply exist somewhere in between on the dom-sub spectrum. I work best as a sub with strong doms regardless of gender, and best as a dom towards very submissive males. I have yet to meet a very submissive female with whom I'm comfortable role playing. However if you are a strong writer and you are not the 'cock worshiping cum bucket' female sub, that I run into far too often, then I would be more than happy to role play with you.
Personal character preferences:
>I prefer to play psychological doms, so I prefer not to play large or physically powerful characters (so no big muscular, 'grr I'm a dom' doms played by me, sorry)
>As far as subs go I am willing to play range from small effeminate 20 year olds to large muscular timid guys.
>I can play grouchy, aggressive characters, but I cannot role play them in sexual or romantic situations.
Partner Character Preferences:
>I'm cool with whatever. I'm not super comfortable with non-bipeds and feral animals. I agree to anthro-furry role plays sparingly, but I really love designing characters for them.
I do not:
>Roleplay remarkably stupid characters, my characters will usually talk in complete sentences and be mentally competent enough to pass a pre-calc test.
>Like characters whose appearances are not well thought out, unless your character is remarkably over weight she cannot be 5'1" and have a 42DD bust, because that would mean she has a 42" ribcage which is crazy big on a 5'1" girl.
>Role play as a girl.
>Role play as characters under the age of 18.
>Role play as a character in high school. ('Highschool' is a myth fromed from nostalgia and the imperfect memory of hormone addled teenage years that most writes seem to have. Also the sexualization of high schoolers is hilarious because pizza faced teens are always so attractive.)
> Role Play fandom stuff. I live in the middle of nowhere, I don't have cable, I don't have netflix. I do not get your references.
Settings I like: (listed from most liked to least liked, but still enjoyable)
>High fantasy (Medieval-ish tech and magic and crap, Lord of the Rings, World of War Craft, Game of Thrones)
>Sci-Fi (spaaaaaace!)
>Zombie Apocalypse
>Steam Punk
>Victorian
>1920's
>Post Apocalyptic (Some, not all, not most, that poor horse has been beaten to death enough.)
>Contemporary Fantasy
>Contemporary
Genres I like: (listed in no particular order)
Crime
Action
Roamce
Adventure
Thriller
Horror
Fantasy
Sci-Fi
Mystery
Historical Fiction
Realistic Fiction
For any other preference information check out my F-list
Here are role play opening(s) I currently have written up and are interested in pursuing:
The [ex] Marquess
high fantasy/ bdsm / fxm/ mxm/ you would play the captain
The Bank Heist:
Non-Sexual/ one-shot/ In need of improvement/ you can play anyone in the bank
An alternate version from the perspective of the bank teller:
Non-Sexual/ one-shot/ In need of improvement/ you play the bank robber at the window
Generic Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland Smuggler:
Non-sexual/ action adventure/ post-apocalyptic/ sci-fi level technology/ you can play a post-apocalyptic wasteland resident currently in 'The Bucket of Blood' (occupation is up to you, bounty hunter is encouraged)
If you have any interest in any of the role play ideas listed above, or if you want to role play something of your own, send me a private message or something.
I will draw for you!
I am willing to doodle your character for free if you mention me to your friends or something. [You can see my work here]. Just provide a vivid description* and references if possible.
*By vivid description I mean:
species (I take non-humans although I reserve the right to decline any character human or otherwise if I believe I cannot do justice to your character's design)
height
weight (approximate, it's hard for me to come up with weights too)
distribution of weight (hour glass? muscular? pear? etc.)
build (proportions such as longs legs, large hands, small feet, etc.)
face shape
lips (references are appreciated)
eyelashes
eyebrows (references are appreciated)
nose shape (references are appreciated)
ears (not all ears look alike, not even human ears)
eye color
skin color (pelt colors and pattern if applicable, for pelts references are appreciated)
hair color
hair texture
hair style (references are appreciated)
body hair (placement and texture)
complexion (skin quality, freckles, moles, scars, missing limbs, etc.)
augmentation (piercings, tattoos, cyborg limbs, etc.)
additional limbs and anatomical features ( tails, spinal ridges, digitigrade legs, etc.)
genitalia ( if applicable; I will draw nude characters, but please include a description of genitalia, again I reserve my right to decline drawing any chracter that I do not believe I can do justice to drawing)
other notable features (just in case I missed anything)
demeanor (how do you want them pictured? happy, sad, sullen?)
props (pets, bags, umbrellas,etc.)
clothing (a description of the colors, cuts, and fabric- if important- of all visible clothes you want your character wearing, references are appreciated)
pose (you do not have to specify a pose, but if you don't you'll either get a 3/4's body pose or a pin up pose depending on my mood, references are appreciated)
medium (you can choose from pencil, pen, pencil with water color, pen with watercolor, pencil with colored pencil, pen with colored pencil, digital lines or digital lines and color)
{I'm usually on here at odd hours. I'll be here late on weekends, but not so often on week days. I'll have more time to role play over breaks, but school keeps me pretty busy.}
I really like doing non-sexual role plays, I know that's hard to believe reading all the stuff I have written about romantic/sexual role play preferences , but that's mostly because I'm picky. For non-sexual role plays I'm willing to play anyone in any setting as long as it's cool and fun. And not fan fiction. Violence and combat? Awesome! Weird mythological creatures? Even better! Historically accurate settings? Yes please! And I am even comfortable playing female characters for non-sexual role plays.
I'm mostly impartial to gender, but in some situations I do tend to find that I have a slight preference towards males, but a nice dominant lady is always wonderful. I do not have experience role playing with non-binary characters, but if you have one and are interested in a role play, I'd be more than happy to give it a shot.
I am a switch, but that does not mean I flip flop randomly between dom and sub, I simply exist somewhere in between on the dom-sub spectrum. I work best as a sub with strong doms regardless of gender, and best as a dom towards very submissive males. I have yet to meet a very submissive female with whom I'm comfortable role playing. However if you are a strong writer and you are not the 'cock worshiping cum bucket' female sub, that I run into far too often, then I would be more than happy to role play with you.
Personal character preferences:
>I prefer to play psychological doms, so I prefer not to play large or physically powerful characters (so no big muscular, 'grr I'm a dom' doms played by me, sorry)
>As far as subs go I am willing to play range from small effeminate 20 year olds to large muscular timid guys.
>I can play grouchy, aggressive characters, but I cannot role play them in sexual or romantic situations.
Partner Character Preferences:
>I'm cool with whatever. I'm not super comfortable with non-bipeds and feral animals. I agree to anthro-furry role plays sparingly, but I really love designing characters for them.
I do not:
>Roleplay remarkably stupid characters, my characters will usually talk in complete sentences and be mentally competent enough to pass a pre-calc test.
>Like characters whose appearances are not well thought out, unless your character is remarkably over weight she cannot be 5'1" and have a 42DD bust, because that would mean she has a 42" ribcage which is crazy big on a 5'1" girl.
>Role play as a girl.
>Role play as characters under the age of 18.
>Role play as a character in high school. ('Highschool' is a myth fromed from nostalgia and the imperfect memory of hormone addled teenage years that most writes seem to have. Also the sexualization of high schoolers is hilarious because pizza faced teens are always so attractive.)
> Role Play fandom stuff. I live in the middle of nowhere, I don't have cable, I don't have netflix. I do not get your references.
Settings I like: (listed from most liked to least liked, but still enjoyable)
>High fantasy (Medieval-ish tech and magic and crap, Lord of the Rings, World of War Craft, Game of Thrones)
>Sci-Fi (spaaaaaace!)
>Zombie Apocalypse
>Steam Punk
>Victorian
>1920's
>Post Apocalyptic (Some, not all, not most, that poor horse has been beaten to death enough.)
>Contemporary Fantasy
>Contemporary
Genres I like: (listed in no particular order)
Crime
Action
Roamce
Adventure
Thriller
Horror
Fantasy
Sci-Fi
Mystery
Historical Fiction
Realistic Fiction
For any other preference information check out my F-list
Here are role play opening(s) I currently have written up and are interested in pursuing:
The [ex] Marquess
high fantasy/ bdsm / fxm/ mxm/ you would play the captain
The kingdom of Aust lay to the north of Laroin separated by a wide bay that meant at least a two day's trip if the weather is favorable, The two kingdoms had been at war for decades, but a couple days ago it had finally ended, sadly not in my favor.
Everyone else seemed to be getting something out of this. The king and the royal family would become honorary Baronets of Aust and a some charming mountain castle at the fringe of Austian lands. My kingdom would be spared, trade would flourish.
But I, I had a far sadder fate. I would become a victim of the Austian's most barbaric practice the 'inherent servant' a person who is treated like an object by an owner. the thought of it made my stomach turn, an inherent servant's future often consisted of manual labor until death, or to be the play thing of some cold wrinkled old man. I was not suited for either. I had been raised to be the Marquess of Bisset, a man of title and rank and wealth. Yet now, here I was crammed into a ship with nearly 300 of my peers.
Leaning against the wall of a cell my stomach turned for another reason as well, it had barely been a day since w had left port and the stink of the crew and the motion of the ship was starting to get to me. I cringe when the stench grows stronger as a grimy, barrel chested man with yellow teeth kneels beside me.
"Hey there pretty," he sneers.
A mousy nervous man stands beside him, "Gunthar, why you talking to him? He's a boy? The Captain said we couldn't touch any of the cargo. Why are you risking our necks for a boy."
The yellow toothed man sneered, "Shut up, Aller. Look at this boy," he grabbed me by the chin, roughly forcing me to face him, "He's practically a girl, a lot pretty than the girls at Madame Corey's, that's for sure, and I bet he screams like a girl too. Don't 'cha, pretty?"
He opens the door to my cell and lumbers in his disgusting smile beaming down at me he leans over to get closer to my face, "So, pretty, do you want to do this the easy or the-"
I spat on him. I'd never spit in my life, I had always detested it when the stables boys had spit on the ground, but something had come over me and for a moment I had resolved that I was not going to stand this rotting lump of a man any longer. That resolve passed as quickly as it had come, I could feel the blood draining fro my face as the wiped the spit from his face, his grin had remained, "The hard way it is."
He grabbed me by the arms and pushed me down. I struggled against him, he tried to turn me over onto my stomach, I managed to get my right arm free and I swung at him, my fist struck true, an edge of my signet ring, an old iron piece of no monetary value but of great importance to the house of Bisset, managed to catch his eye just right, and left a gash across the bridge of his noes, he reared back howling in pain, I took the open cell door as an opportunity to escape. I could find a small boat on the deck and paddle back to Laroin. I could run to the western coast, apprentice one of the famous glass blowers like I had wished to when I was a child, I could-
The mousy man had caught me grabbing me in his arms and holding me back, for such a small wiry looking man he was strong. Gunthar's screaming and cursing had attracted the attention of most of the crew. A man, pale as death, and dressed in a ratty green coat with dull gold braids marking him first mate pushed to the front of the crowd shouting "What happened here?"
The man holding me answered quickly, "The-ah, the cargo, he tried to get out, he attacked Gunthar, he's a dangerous one I tell ya."
The first mate crossed his arms, "How did he unlock the door?"
"Gunthar did, the boy was acting like he was sick, so he went into the boy's cell to get a better look at him when-"
"When the boy leapt at me, he clawed at my face like an animal! Look at me! Look at this!" Gunthar shouted turning towards the crowd, pointing at an eye that was pouring blood and an equally bloody gash across his forehead, "He should be flogged, no he should be killed he's a danger to all of us!"
My stomach twisted again, I looked up at the pale man who was staring at Gunthar with a level gaze, he turned to a boy beside him, "Cyril, get the Captain. It's not my job to sort this out," he raised his voice to the gathering crowd, "Everyone else, head back to your work, none of you have to time to gawk."
The boy darted up to the deck towards the Captain's quarters, and the crowd dispersed. Gunthar and Aller insisted on staying, in order to, as Gunthar put it, "Make sure justice was done."
Everyone else seemed to be getting something out of this. The king and the royal family would become honorary Baronets of Aust and a some charming mountain castle at the fringe of Austian lands. My kingdom would be spared, trade would flourish.
But I, I had a far sadder fate. I would become a victim of the Austian's most barbaric practice the 'inherent servant' a person who is treated like an object by an owner. the thought of it made my stomach turn, an inherent servant's future often consisted of manual labor until death, or to be the play thing of some cold wrinkled old man. I was not suited for either. I had been raised to be the Marquess of Bisset, a man of title and rank and wealth. Yet now, here I was crammed into a ship with nearly 300 of my peers.
Leaning against the wall of a cell my stomach turned for another reason as well, it had barely been a day since w had left port and the stink of the crew and the motion of the ship was starting to get to me. I cringe when the stench grows stronger as a grimy, barrel chested man with yellow teeth kneels beside me.
"Hey there pretty," he sneers.
A mousy nervous man stands beside him, "Gunthar, why you talking to him? He's a boy? The Captain said we couldn't touch any of the cargo. Why are you risking our necks for a boy."
The yellow toothed man sneered, "Shut up, Aller. Look at this boy," he grabbed me by the chin, roughly forcing me to face him, "He's practically a girl, a lot pretty than the girls at Madame Corey's, that's for sure, and I bet he screams like a girl too. Don't 'cha, pretty?"
He opens the door to my cell and lumbers in his disgusting smile beaming down at me he leans over to get closer to my face, "So, pretty, do you want to do this the easy or the-"
I spat on him. I'd never spit in my life, I had always detested it when the stables boys had spit on the ground, but something had come over me and for a moment I had resolved that I was not going to stand this rotting lump of a man any longer. That resolve passed as quickly as it had come, I could feel the blood draining fro my face as the wiped the spit from his face, his grin had remained, "The hard way it is."
He grabbed me by the arms and pushed me down. I struggled against him, he tried to turn me over onto my stomach, I managed to get my right arm free and I swung at him, my fist struck true, an edge of my signet ring, an old iron piece of no monetary value but of great importance to the house of Bisset, managed to catch his eye just right, and left a gash across the bridge of his noes, he reared back howling in pain, I took the open cell door as an opportunity to escape. I could find a small boat on the deck and paddle back to Laroin. I could run to the western coast, apprentice one of the famous glass blowers like I had wished to when I was a child, I could-
The mousy man had caught me grabbing me in his arms and holding me back, for such a small wiry looking man he was strong. Gunthar's screaming and cursing had attracted the attention of most of the crew. A man, pale as death, and dressed in a ratty green coat with dull gold braids marking him first mate pushed to the front of the crowd shouting "What happened here?"
The man holding me answered quickly, "The-ah, the cargo, he tried to get out, he attacked Gunthar, he's a dangerous one I tell ya."
The first mate crossed his arms, "How did he unlock the door?"
"Gunthar did, the boy was acting like he was sick, so he went into the boy's cell to get a better look at him when-"
"When the boy leapt at me, he clawed at my face like an animal! Look at me! Look at this!" Gunthar shouted turning towards the crowd, pointing at an eye that was pouring blood and an equally bloody gash across his forehead, "He should be flogged, no he should be killed he's a danger to all of us!"
My stomach twisted again, I looked up at the pale man who was staring at Gunthar with a level gaze, he turned to a boy beside him, "Cyril, get the Captain. It's not my job to sort this out," he raised his voice to the gathering crowd, "Everyone else, head back to your work, none of you have to time to gawk."
The boy darted up to the deck towards the Captain's quarters, and the crowd dispersed. Gunthar and Aller insisted on staying, in order to, as Gunthar put it, "Make sure justice was done."
The Bank Heist:
Non-Sexual/ one-shot/ In need of improvement/ you can play anyone in the bank
"Are you sure about this Cosette?"
"Yes, and stop asking me. I know what I'm doing," I snap back at Anton, slouching lower in the passenger's seat, this was the millionth time he had asked in the last twenty minutes. I lift up a hand to rub my eye.
"Ah, ah, ah," Anton pulls my hand away from my face keeping his eyes on the slow traffic winding between the city sky scrapers, "And sit up straight. You need to at least try to act like a lady."
I sit up a bit straighter, not bothering to offer Anton a retort. But he didn't need one. He kept talking, like he always does, "Your poor father would be turning over in his grave if he knew his little girl was going to rob a bank. You know he raised you to be-"
"I'm not a little girl," I mutter back, "I'm 19-"
"Barely."
I glare at him, after a moment I point out, "This is Gilles plan, if you're so against it why didn't you mention that to him?"
"I tried. But he doesn't listen to me. But he would listen to you."
He wouldn't. He was the leader of the Breaux family first, my older brother second. And we were desperate, if this went right, things could return to normal, or at least close to it.
The Chicago National Bank with its high gilded ceiling, tall airy windows, and towering corinthian columns always seemed more a temple than a bank. Despite its old architecture it boasted of the most advanced security system in the country. And with its vaults filled with a king's fortune, the safety measures were more than necessary.
I walk across the lobby my green eyes fix ahead, trying to ignore the stares and resisting the urge to itch my eyes and ruin my make-up. My tight black dress that stopped above mid thigh revealing my long slender legs, my dark brown curls tamed in an elegant bun, my shiny black high heels adding an unneeded 4" to my already tall 5'9", and my bold red lips would be more appropriate at a cocktail party rather than a bank. Yet I only draw a handful of stares in the busy lobby as I walk up to a a teller's window and lean close whispering as I draw out a slender masquerade mask tucked into the front of my dress, "I'm going to put this mask on and you are going to do exactly what I tell you to."
Behind me the doors bang open and my brothers enter dressed in neat black three piece suits, black bow ties, and plain black full face masks each heavily armed. "Everyone! Hands up! On your knees!"
I smile as and hold out a hand where one of my brothers puts a Browning Hi-Power pistol, I put on the mask and level the gun at the teller, "Don't bother with the silent alarm, we already disconnected that."
"Yes, and stop asking me. I know what I'm doing," I snap back at Anton, slouching lower in the passenger's seat, this was the millionth time he had asked in the last twenty minutes. I lift up a hand to rub my eye.
"Ah, ah, ah," Anton pulls my hand away from my face keeping his eyes on the slow traffic winding between the city sky scrapers, "And sit up straight. You need to at least try to act like a lady."
I sit up a bit straighter, not bothering to offer Anton a retort. But he didn't need one. He kept talking, like he always does, "Your poor father would be turning over in his grave if he knew his little girl was going to rob a bank. You know he raised you to be-"
"I'm not a little girl," I mutter back, "I'm 19-"
"Barely."
I glare at him, after a moment I point out, "This is Gilles plan, if you're so against it why didn't you mention that to him?"
"I tried. But he doesn't listen to me. But he would listen to you."
He wouldn't. He was the leader of the Breaux family first, my older brother second. And we were desperate, if this went right, things could return to normal, or at least close to it.
The Chicago National Bank with its high gilded ceiling, tall airy windows, and towering corinthian columns always seemed more a temple than a bank. Despite its old architecture it boasted of the most advanced security system in the country. And with its vaults filled with a king's fortune, the safety measures were more than necessary.
I walk across the lobby my green eyes fix ahead, trying to ignore the stares and resisting the urge to itch my eyes and ruin my make-up. My tight black dress that stopped above mid thigh revealing my long slender legs, my dark brown curls tamed in an elegant bun, my shiny black high heels adding an unneeded 4" to my already tall 5'9", and my bold red lips would be more appropriate at a cocktail party rather than a bank. Yet I only draw a handful of stares in the busy lobby as I walk up to a a teller's window and lean close whispering as I draw out a slender masquerade mask tucked into the front of my dress, "I'm going to put this mask on and you are going to do exactly what I tell you to."
Behind me the doors bang open and my brothers enter dressed in neat black three piece suits, black bow ties, and plain black full face masks each heavily armed. "Everyone! Hands up! On your knees!"
I smile as and hold out a hand where one of my brothers puts a Browning Hi-Power pistol, I put on the mask and level the gun at the teller, "Don't bother with the silent alarm, we already disconnected that."
An alternate version from the perspective of the bank teller:
Non-Sexual/ one-shot/ In need of improvement/ you play the bank robber at the window
My name is Jon. I'm 5'10", and I tend to slouch, I'm kinda on the scrawny side, I never was particularly apt at sports, or care much for physical activity for that matter. My hair is blonde, curly, and in need of a trim, my eyes are an odd mix of brown, green and blue that is labeled simply as Hzl on my drivers license. Last week I turned 19. And today has probably been the worst day of my life.
I woke up ten minutes late this morning, but I skipped breakfast, threw on a tie and a suit jacket and managed to catch the transit. Which was delayed by an accident so I was still late to the bank anyway. After my boss yelled at me for ten minutes I settled behind my window for the morning shift. During my lunch break I realized I had left my wallet at home. I managed to bum a bag of chips off a friend, but now it's 2 in the afternoon, I have another two hours to go at work, and a customer has walks up to my window, places a black lump of cloth infront of me, leans close and whispered, "I'm gonna put this mask on you're gonna do exactly what I tell you to," the person turns a bit and smiles and as two men come in, in very nice suits and ski-masks "Everybody put your hands up and get on your knees!”
I hold up my hands and the customer whispers to me, “You can trigger that silent alarm all you want. No one's coming.”
I woke up ten minutes late this morning, but I skipped breakfast, threw on a tie and a suit jacket and managed to catch the transit. Which was delayed by an accident so I was still late to the bank anyway. After my boss yelled at me for ten minutes I settled behind my window for the morning shift. During my lunch break I realized I had left my wallet at home. I managed to bum a bag of chips off a friend, but now it's 2 in the afternoon, I have another two hours to go at work, and a customer has walks up to my window, places a black lump of cloth infront of me, leans close and whispered, "I'm gonna put this mask on you're gonna do exactly what I tell you to," the person turns a bit and smiles and as two men come in, in very nice suits and ski-masks "Everybody put your hands up and get on your knees!”
I hold up my hands and the customer whispers to me, “You can trigger that silent alarm all you want. No one's coming.”
Generic Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland Smuggler:
Non-sexual/ action adventure/ post-apocalyptic/ sci-fi level technology/ you can play a post-apocalyptic wasteland resident currently in 'The Bucket of Blood' (occupation is up to you, bounty hunter is encouraged)
A small figure stood on the street, neck arched, near sighted brown eyes squinting at a sign. He shivered despite the pleasant although somewhat cool late summer evening, he should have been sweating in his layers of worn coats and loose cargo pants. He shuffled his black steel toed boots as he adjusted the loose red scarf draped over his mouth and nose.
"How quaint," Cole muttered to himself as he regarded the flickering sign outside of a seedy juke joint.
Business was slow- but that gives you the wrong idea- business is always slow, lately, though, it had been worse. It was desperation that drove Cole to the 'Bucket of Blood' as the glowing sign identified it. But that was what he was looking for anyway, desperation, that is. Desperate people needed things, and he was someone who could always provide.
Swallowing a sigh of resignation he pushed his way through the doors and paused a moment as his eyes adjusted to the dim room. People milled about in the circles of light cast by the lamps above the pool tables. Men stood, feigning cool attitudes, sultry women clung to their arms, and a soft rumble of conversation could be heard over the crackling blues being played.
"I don't like the music."
Cole ignored It, he had learned to ignore It, keep himself busy and sometimes he could almost forget It was there at all, but lately it had been getting more... talkative. He meandered over to the bar, and ordered himself a drink. He pulled out some cash before the bar tender asked for an ID. They always asked for IDs but cash had more power than any identification.
He was settling down, glancing about trying to read the crowd for potential clients when he felt eyes on him. Three eyes actually. He glanced to her left, not turning his head.
6' even, sickly pale skin, equally pale hair, and a set of three cybernetic eyes, the third one just above his left eye. He slouched at the end of the bar, a small smile creeping across his lips as he felt her return his stare.
"Valentine"
[Lucas Valentine: bounty hunter, wanted by a few city states, cyborg, thinks he looks good in black, certified creep]
"You got that right," he said ducking before the first bullet whizzed over his head.
"How quaint," Cole muttered to himself as he regarded the flickering sign outside of a seedy juke joint.
Business was slow- but that gives you the wrong idea- business is always slow, lately, though, it had been worse. It was desperation that drove Cole to the 'Bucket of Blood' as the glowing sign identified it. But that was what he was looking for anyway, desperation, that is. Desperate people needed things, and he was someone who could always provide.
Swallowing a sigh of resignation he pushed his way through the doors and paused a moment as his eyes adjusted to the dim room. People milled about in the circles of light cast by the lamps above the pool tables. Men stood, feigning cool attitudes, sultry women clung to their arms, and a soft rumble of conversation could be heard over the crackling blues being played.
"I don't like the music."
Cole ignored It, he had learned to ignore It, keep himself busy and sometimes he could almost forget It was there at all, but lately it had been getting more... talkative. He meandered over to the bar, and ordered himself a drink. He pulled out some cash before the bar tender asked for an ID. They always asked for IDs but cash had more power than any identification.
He was settling down, glancing about trying to read the crowd for potential clients when he felt eyes on him. Three eyes actually. He glanced to her left, not turning his head.
6' even, sickly pale skin, equally pale hair, and a set of three cybernetic eyes, the third one just above his left eye. He slouched at the end of the bar, a small smile creeping across his lips as he felt her return his stare.
"Valentine"
[Lucas Valentine: bounty hunter, wanted by a few city states, cyborg, thinks he looks good in black, certified creep]
"You got that right," he said ducking before the first bullet whizzed over his head.
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