||The Mages of Nightingale (Semi-Lit. Fantasy RP)|| OPEN

[hotdoge]

Neil~
"What?" He glanced over his shoulder, then back to Harper. "No. Elizabeth." Neil pointed to the hat. This man must have gone off the deep end.
"And no, Elizabeth is not a mask. She is indeed a hat." He swiftly placed the 'breathing' hat atop his head. Its striped tongue immediately began prodding at Neil's face as if it were panicked.
"Yes, yes, Elizabeth. It's me. You're fine, as am I..."
And now he was talking to the hat... Brilliant.
"Calm down," Neil repeated, lifting his hand up next to the hat, which, in response, wrapped its long, pointed tongue around his wrist. "You're alright, love..." The man's voice was soft. Caring. He really loved this hat... For some reason.


((@k2w2; *Gasp* That's when I always leave, you lazy poop. Stop sleeping in. >:U You always get to school like, ten minutes before the bell rings. Or less.))

[icykeys]

((Yes but I normally leave at 7 and my parents are going to leave at 6:30 to talk to Downing. x__x *pissed*))

[hotdoge]

((Aww... That sucks, bro.))

[.Coyote]

Harper

Quizás un día quieres ver más allá este cara y en mi...

Harper stared at him for a moment, her right eye brow raising as a look of amusement crossed her face. She smiled wide before she began to laugh in a manner that she wasn't sure she could pull herself out of. Really this man was in love with his hat. One that kept... Moving? It was the fatigue playing tricks on her, it must have been. Because that was a hat and hats most certainly did not move. "Estás demente, estar enamorado de un sombrero." She said, her voice rather more high and alive than usual. Well this was honestly the first thing she had seen in a very long time that was actually able to make her laugh. This just simply wasn't a very funny place. The horse stared at her for a moment as if he was sure she was dying or something as this strange sound came from her throat again. "Elizabeth es un sombraro bonito." Harper joked, tapping on the rim.

James Chauvalin

A big mess, a sorry mess, welcome to my perfect mess. For the lack of blood I go, will you come enjoy my show?

Two hands fittled with a crisp blue coat jacket, slowly going down the center and fastening each polished brass button with care. His shoes shined as if they were made of cut obsidian stone. He looked down at them and then back into the mirror as he set the cap squaring on his head with a big smile of satisfaction. Just because he hunted down vermin didn't mean he had to dress like one. They should all just be destroyed. What was the point of the lower classes? They didn't have the money or means of helping the economy and only hindered its growth by the constant stealing. He left the mirror behind and headed down the steps for the front door. A younger officer stopped him in salute as was common for him. He was so often idolized that he was surprised they hadn't made him king yet. They should, they really should. He stepped out into the streets of the uppertown, taking a deep breath of the sweet air wafting from the bakery near by and pausing for a moment to enjoy the highlights of the town before starting for the middle way between the high life and filthy ruin.

[hotdoge]

Neil~
The man brought his hand away from the hat and blinked. What did this... Guy.. Find so funny?
"Something wrong?" Neil asked, somewhat suspiciously. He suddenly turned away, consumed by a bout of coughing. Something wasn't right with this guy, and it wasn't just his mental health at stake. Was he physically okay? He sure sounded sick...
Neil glanced back towards Harper and excused himself casually, "Sorry about that." He shrugged. Obviously he didn't see anything wrong.


((Everything Harper says makes me laugh. So. Hard.))

[icykeys]

((I might work on this a bit more later? :3 Sorry it's short. WIP...I think.

...*plugs what Harper has been saying into google translate* LOL.))

Commoner -
Character Name: Seth Averey
Gender: Male
Age: 9
Job: HE'S A LITTLE KID. >:U Although...he's like a little medic-person. ;w;
Personality: Innocent but intelligent (for a kid). He doesn't mind the thought of magicians and even thinks it'd be "fun" to meet one. Doesn't speak hardly at all.
Physical Description: http://oi56.tinypic.com/fmqaf9.jpg <<Not mine bro. Temporary until I get time to draw one
Weapon of Choice: He's a little frickin KID ;A;
Interesting Details: His voice is a bit squeaky, as all little kids' are, but it has a rough edge to it almost like he has a permanent cold.
No one's quite sure but he seems to have some sort of healing aura around him. *cough cough*
AND...when he does speak, it's normally in French. He can understand most English but can't speak it.
Natural Abnormality: He has slightly pointed ears.
Pet: None.
History: He is an orphan, put simply. He never knew his true mother or father but was raised by a kind family that was pleasantly slaughtered when he was six or seven. ;w; Since then, he's learned his way around but is still...a little kid.
Theme Song: Maybe later. ;3
Quote: Later. :B
Other: RAAAIIIINBOWWW LEOPAAARRRD SPPOOOOTSSS. :D

[.Coyote]

Harper

Quizás un día quieres ver más allá este cara y en mi...

Harper, and the horse as well, pulled her head back and she got a look of almost disgust on her face. Diseases. She wasn't a big fan. Especially with how easily she caught all of these crazy English sicknesses and had them forever. They were very bad for business. Her health as well, of course. So she usually did her best to stay away from sick people. She reached back for the basket that she had strapped to the horse, moving her hand about in search for an orange. They were supposed to be good for colds and stuff, right? Maybe he should eat one. Or stop drinking. That could work too. But she felt nothing but the weaves in the basket. She turned her head sharply and moved to see inside and then down on the ground where the horse had squished the fruits. They must have fallen out during one of the horse's 'episodes'. She brought her hand to her forehead in a quick movement before pulling it down her face and muttering under her breath. "Voy a matarte caballo..." She shook her head, the same unpleasant expression returning. "You aye- Stop bebiendo cerveza. Mmm- Alcohol." That word at least was the same in spanish as it was in english.

ooc: You can understand what I am writing in spanish?
edit: DX You cheater! Man I'm working so hard to do it with mah spanish books and such and you're just reading it through a translator?! XD

[hotdoge]

Neil~
Neil stared at the stranger for a moment, bemused. The words were almost foreign to him.
"Stop alcohol?" He chuckled, "You think I should stop drinking..." Neil stared solemly at the ground, smiling softly. Harper's words must have had some effect, because the man almost looked. Sad...
"For reasons I dare not say, that is impossible." Neil glanced back up, scanning the stranger's face. It seemed like a sensitive subject. When Harper mentioned his addiction, Neil looked as if he had wilted; his shoulders dropped slightly, and the shine in his eyes faded.
There was a pit in his stomach that wouldn't go away, now. Not just the problem itself... But the reasons why...


((@k2w2; Bro, I have a feeling that your picture doesn't 100% belong to you. *Skeptical* Y u no read my rulz?

Other than that, it's accepted. .3.

@Nikki; Yeah, some of it. >w< The other half I google translate.
Edit: D: I understand the sentence structure! I'm only in Spanish 1... ;A;))

[Zoe-Underland]

Zoe smiled lightly as she leant against the door to a spare room thinking to her self then smiled "Kane, Suger" she called out grinning. Kane and Suger Came Running around the corner side by side they bumped into her she laughed.

[icykeys]

((I was just editing that, fool. >w< I did reads your ruleszzzz.
FRENCH 1 IS BETTER THAN SPANISH ONE. HAHAHA))

Seth Averey walked down an empty street cheerfully murmuring a song to himself. "Alouette—, gentille Alouette... Alouette—, je te plumerai..."