1×1 [taikunfoo x Kveykva]

[Kveykva]

This is a one on one Supernatural roleplay between
taikunfoo and Kveykva.
Please do not post unless you are either of us.
Thank you.

[Kveykva]

Name: Nicholas Storm
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Royal Violet
Skin Tone: Pale White
Build: Thin and lean
Skills: Has some skill with a sword and physical combat, though he doesn't like to fight and relies on his persuasion skills to solve problems. He is also a very skilled necromancer and is fluent in several languages, including Latin, Greek, Lakarain, and English. However, the latter causes him some difficulty since it isn't his native language.
Other Features: He has an amulet that he keeps with him at all times. It's relatively simple, consisting of silver chain and a greyish blue gemstone, colored like a cloud and polished to a see-through, light-catching sheen. It is also engraved with gold runes and a crest resembling some type of bird. He also bears a relatively light southern accent, though it has an odd twang to it that sounds similar to Japanese. This is because he fakes the accent to hide his real one.

Positive Traits: Sensitive, Open, Persuasive
Negative Traits: Impulsive, Self-critical, Absentminded
Likes: Music, flowers, birds, word puzzles
Dislikes: Rain, fighting, poultry, guns
Fears: Rats (though not mice)

Occupation: Street musician/Hunter
History: Will be explain in the roleplay (aka I'm lazy)
Other: Second ref (Just ignore the wings on this one)

[taikunfoo]

Name: Eric Henson
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6
Hair Color: Golden brown
Eye Color: Blue-grey
Skin Tone: Fair skin, often sports a farmer's tan in the summer months.
Build: Trim and athletic
Skills: Martial arts through high school and college, although hasn't been in many actual unstructured physical fights.
Other Features: Birthmark on right pinky

Positive Traits: Physically fit- makes it a habit to work out and keep in shape, intelligent, usually able to figure out people and their intentions pretty quick, friendly and relatively easygoing.
Negative Traits: Can be quick to rise to taunting if it concerns his height, overcompensates for his short stature, honest to a fault, picky eater.
Likes: Cars- especially older ones, the smell of rain falling on dry earth, the stars and moon, summer evenings (without the bugs), driving different vehicles, photography, swimming.
Dislikes: His height, working a dead end job, the color pink, how everyone has a smart phone, not having many friends, staying up late, not having a boyfriend.
Fears: Not being able to accomplish anything or do something with his life- being stuck in his home town for the rest of his life.

Occupation: Gas attendant at the gas station in his home town.
History: Finished up his bachelor's degree in history at a in-state college a year ago, has since moved back home and found work.
Other: n/a

[Kveykva]

(Ooh, I love your character. So, would you like for me to make the first post, or would you rather do so?)

[taikunfoo]

(If you could make the first post something about him driving to the gas station in town or something along those lines it would be a great place to start!)

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
Nicholas drummed his hands on the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on his stereo. He'd yet to catch wind of anything major, and everything that caught his interest had already been attended to by some of the other hunters scattered throughout the states. Rumor was dryer than a wyrtail nest after a sandstorm, which truly said something. Nick felt perhaps something would "come to him," for lack of a better way to describe it. The fresh air of the empty, desolate road seemed to give him a new outlook and sparked his interest, which is what drew him in this direction rather than any other. With the wind in his hair, he sped down the rigidly straight highway, searching for any signs of civilization as he hummed the tune of "Counting Stars" by OneRepublic. The land on either side of the asphalt was one of rolling hills, dry grasses, and scattered patches of trees and shrubs, all suffering tremendously from the season's drought. The scarcity of life made the hunter frown, but there was little he could do. He didn't control the weather.

Blip!

There was no sound, but a red light flared up on Nick's dashboard, drawing his attention from the road. He hadn't realized how empty the gas tank was. "I swear I just filled this thing up," Nicholas murmured to himself, turning down the volume to a faint level. Maybe his gas gauge was broken? Certainly a possibility--it was an old car, after all. Just over the horizon he spotted a shimmer of a town, though with this heat it could simply be a mirage. Thankfully, he wasn't nearly that creative and the town ahead was very real. The best word Nicholas would use to describe it? Sleepy. Whether it was the unnatural heat wave of this particular summer or its small, near-empty state, the whole place made him feel drowsy. His engine made a light puttering sound as Nick crossed the threshold of the village, wheezing to a halt after the engine died. The hunter blinked once before dropping his head back against the leather headrest. "You're kidding me." Nicholas smacked his hand on the dashboard. "We are ten feet from the gas station, and you decide to give up now? That's pathetic and low, man." The dark haired hunter undid his seatbelt and got out of the car, tucking his necklace into his shirt before positioning himself behind the ivory colored car. With a grunt, he heaved his weight (what little the man had) against the back of the vehicle to move it up the remainder of road and into the gas station parking lot. This took much longer than if the man had help, but after a great expenditure of effort, Nicholas stopped the mustang beside pump number two and darted up front to place it in park, leaning triumphantly and tiredly against its side. "Lose some weight, fatty." Nick grumbled to seemingly no one in particular, wiping sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. He firmly shut the car door before heading inside, grabbbing a bottle of water for himself and digging through his wallet once he'd brought it to the clerk. "40 on pump two, please." He pulled two twenties out and tossed them next to his water, now searching his spare change for a total equalling that of the water.

(I feel like this could have been better, but I just got on mobile CS and wanted to get something posted before I left for my visit.)

[taikunfoo]

(No worries, you did a great job with it! Sorry that I took a while to respond, my Fridays can be a bit busy at times. I love the 69 mustangs, although I'm a bit more fond of the mach 1s myself )

Eric Henson

Eric paged through a parts magazine, tapping a black pen on the counter of the gas station. They usually only got two to three customers in the off hours between the 'rush hour' where folks were going to work or coming back from it, leaving him to do just about whatever he pleased. Once glossy, the pages of the magazine were worn and torn, with different parts circled, crossed out, scribbled over, and notes written alongside different parts he was interested in purchasing. Over the past year he had managed to save up enough money to purchase most of the necessary parts to put the chevelle his father had given him back together, although the thing wasn't drivable quite yet and was in desperate need of a good paint job. He glanced up as he saw movement in the lot by the pumps, but it was just a plastic bag blowing along down the road. Eric flipped back and forth between two pages of the magazine, trying to figure out which part to get first- both were necessary, and with the two of them the chevelle would be road legal, although not exactly pretty.
Frowning, Eric looked up again as he flipped between the two pages again, but paused, listening, as he heard a nice engine approach, cough, sputter, and die. He couldn't see much from his spot behind the desk, but heard a squeaky car door open and close. Eric watched as a tall, thin man slowly pushed an old mustang into view in front of the pump. He fought to keep his face composed as the man, obviously an out of towner, strode into the store. Eric's temptation to smile faded when he tossed the two twenties on the desk, but he scooped them up and ran the information through the system. The joys of customer service. Still, the man had a nice taste in cars, and it wasn't often that somebody swung in from out of town. "Sure thing, would you like any help filling her up? You sure have a nice set of wheels there, 68 or 69?" He asked with a grin.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
"No thank you," The hunter answered politely, dropping a mess of pennies and quarters onto the counter next to the water. The clerk's question concerning his car caused him to glance back out the glass. "Uh, '69 I believe." Nicholas answered, though to be honest he wasn't really sure. He got a lot of questions about the classic model, mostly whether or not he would be interested in selling it, so the chatter of people interested in it is where most of his knowledge stemmed from. "It was my dad's car, but he didn't ever really drive it." He broke the seal on the bottle and chugged its clear contents in record time, the icy water combating the summer heat. "You can take a look at it if you want though," Nick offered the younger man. "I don't mind, so long as you don't try to buy it." With his conditions set, he tossed the empty plastic into a recycling bin and pushed open the door to the searing summer heat. The town, sleepy as it was, felt very welcoming and cozy. Plus, Nicholas wasn't sure how much time it would take to reach the next town, so he might stay for a night or two. Get his bearings and make some coin on the side. Perhaps there would be a job as well? You never knew with ghosts; they could be anywhere for nearly any reason, but weren't usually a hassle if you knew what you were doing. And kept some salt on hand. He pulled the nozzle from the pump and started filling the mustang's tank, checking his phone briefly while he waited. No messages, but he confirmed that the next town was nearly 200 miles out and not worth the drive in this weather. He returned the device to his pocket, leaning against the pump. I wonder if there's a place here I can play in besides just a street corner, He thought, glancing down the street. The entire strip showed no sign of life, though most people were working at this hour.

(It's alright! I would've replied earlier today, but I spent most of it in a half asleep daze because of yesterday. Also, I'm just going to say this now, but I'm not a car savvy person whatsoever, as much as I wish I was. Everything I know about cars is from my stepdad who had a fastback as his first car and watches the Barrett Jackson auctions when he gets a chance. To be honest though, I like thunderbirds and that's about the extent of my knowledge XD)

[taikunfoo]

Eric Henson
Eric raised an eyebrow. "You believe?" He said, looking outside at the car. "I have a 69 chevelle that I'm working on right now, so no worries about me trying to pick your wheels up, I'm scraping enough money together to get the last few parts that I need to get her street legal." he said with a chuckle. He straightened up, collecting the change with a swipe of his hand and brushed it into the till- he had already counted it as the man tossed it on the counter. Eric tucked a greasy grey rag back into his back pocket off the floor- the darn thing was always falling out of his jeans- before following the man out the door to take a look at his car. As he stepped outside of the marginally air conditioned gas station, Eric felt that he was swimming in the heat. He blinked a couple of times, wishing that he had finished up the laundry yesterday evening so he could be in shorts. He walked slowly around the mustang as the man started to fill the tank, looking it over with an appreciative nod. The car obviously had some mileage, although it appeared to be decently maintained. "Would it be too much to ask for you to pop the hood?" Eric asked, curious to see what engine the car had.


(Oh no! D: I'm fond of cars- I'll swing by shows if they're in town/nearby and not too expensive. My dad is fond of them as well and he watches those auctions too! What thunderbird do you like the best?)

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
The vehicle was in marvelous shape for its age. No dents or scratches on the body and no chips in any of the windows. Upon the other's request, Nicholas popped the hood so the man could peek inside. Even the engine looked to be original and in relatively good shape as well as the other parts under the hood. "Like I said, my dad never drove it anywhere. He kept it for a special day, but I guess he got tired of waiting and gave it to me." Though the hunter didn't really know too much about the car in a collector's view, that didn't mean he didn't enjoy driving it. The mustang handled well and he'd yet to encounter any sort of problem, and his father gave it to him, which made it special. "My name is Nicholas, by the way." He offered his hand to the clerk. Once they shook, he popped another question into the air. "I'm guessing you live around here, so would you happen to know someplace where a guy could unwind?" He didn't bother asking if the town had a hotel or motel; every place did, so that was a given. Usually. "I've had a pretty long drive." Nick preferred other methods of travel to driving, but with his current occupation of hunting and playing guitar, it was his best choice. It wasn't all that bad, anyway. The time on the road gave him time to think. Decisions, decisions, all of them wrong. Basically his life in a nutshell, but at least some of it wasn't his fault.

(You'd love where I live then; my county a tourist hotspot because of the national park and every year in one of the cities they have a "rod run" where people bring in all their classics and park them along the strip to show them off or sell them. It happened just this weekend actually, and it's free to go to. I haven't been in a couple years, but I like going to see all the pretty cars and stuff. As for my favorite, I have no idea ^^' I saw one that was a really pretty teal color, but I have no idea what year it was.)