[1x1] w/rogue of mind

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ghostxhuman 1x1 with targetwolfie
and roghe of mind.
so grab a can of salt,
and lets start the roleplay!
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[bork.]

"ᶤ ᶠᶤᵍᵘʳᵉ ᶤ ᵃᵐ ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˑ ᶤ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ ʷᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃʳᵉˑ"

current age. 24
age at death. 21
gender. male
sexuality. bisexual; homoromantic
species. ghost

appearance. lucas is a smaller built man with choppily dyed dark gray to white hair and blue gray eyes. his skin is a soft sun shade, though it's become more opalescent and clear since his death. on the date of his death, every year, he will think he's back as a human again. hence why he doesn't think he's dead. but on this certain day, a hole will appear on the side of his head and will bleed steadily until the next day. he will not notice it, and he will not remember reliving his death the next day. he won't think he's dead the next day.
height. 5'5"
abilities. as a ghost, lucas is able to step through walls and touch various things when he feels the need to. when he goes through walls, he goes unconscious for a moment before he can see anything again since he doesn't know hes dead.
other. n/a

personality. lucas is rather defensive of himself, and will think any type of sarcastic comment as an effort to put him down. in this scenario, he will get rather flustered, and will spit out things he doesn't want to harm others with. lucas can be, on the other hand, rather cocky and confident if you dare him to do something. hence why he gave into playing russian rullet. he can sometimes think he's the best at everything, and when this happens you have to put him in his place. lucas doesn't know he's dead, so he gets extremely protective of 'his' house. he will throw a temper tantrum, but won't get violent with the person who's living in 'his' house. though usually he just needs to show his face once, and they leave. other than all of this, lucas can be rather kind when you see past his emotional side. also, he really likes cats.
history. lucas was born and raised in houston, texas. so the big city was nothing big to him when his mother decided to move their family to new york city thanks to work. his mother decided to stay in the suburbs, and lucas got so comfortable that he never left. lucas's parents were hardly ever home though, which left him to care for his younger sister that would soon fall ill due to bone cancer and pass away at the age of eight. lucas was mortified, but tried to continue on with his life. his father reacted badly to the death, and stayed at home to do various things. as lucas moved through high school, he was introduced to a rather reckless group of kids who he quickly became friends with. the five would do everything from launching those rocket-shaped fireworks at road signs to swimming in those neighborhood ponds in the suburbs of the city. they would get in trouble a lot, but they found it fun. and when they graduated high school, all of them went to the same community college. lucas had begged his parents for a house of his own, and they had bought the cheapest, smallest, but most homey house in their subdivision so lucas wasn't far out of reach. lucas continued to go to college until one night when he invited all his friends over. at first, he'd said it as a joke but then when playing russian rullet became a reality, lucas instantly regretted even suggesting the fatal game. lucas brought out his dad's old pistol, and filled it with one bullet and rotated it a few several times. scared, lucas decided to go last. the pistol floated around him a few times before it came to his second turn. unfortunately, he was the unlucky fellow to loose his life to playing a mindless game that night. lucas doesn't remember anything other than darkness. his friends had panicked, and he knew that since the screams were loud enough. but lucas couldn't remember anything else. the red stain on the living room carpet is blood that had been attempted to be cleaned out, but has yet to come out.

now lucas haunts the house, and is stagnate in activity until someone moves in and decided to mess with the property. even by rearranging the furniture could disturb him. he's known for his temper tantrums, but has a clean record-- free of violence.

extras. i'll probably draw him later on, but not right now.

[Roguish]

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nickname(s); artie
gender; male
sexuality; homosexual
romantic orentation; homoromantic
age; 23
birthday; september 17
zodiac; virgo
height; 5'7"
moral alignment; lawful neutral
species; human

personality; arthur is a lively and optimistic young man with big dreams. arthur is known to be a hardworking workaholic, which both aids and harms him in his pursuit of his passions. He has self control issues when it comes to worm and will often overwork himself and neglect his own needs unconsciously especially when he is "in the zone". he's very creative yet organized and doesn't like a messy work space. arthur is a friendly person who enjoys getting to know others. he tends to be a better listener than he is a story teller. arthur is also a very trustworthy person and isn't really one to gossip. arthur can also be rather trusting, and often times is a rather gullible lad. he only lets close friends or lovers call him artie.

history; arthur was born and raised in seattle, washington with two older brothers. he had a happy childhood filled with good memories. arthur was particularly close to his older brother alex and looked to him as a role model when it came to both life and academics. he also had a particular interest in the supernatural as a child, but often times kept his interest a secret in fear of being mocked by both friends and family who thought that the supernatural was a bunch of nonsense waste of time. during his high school years arthur surrounded himself with a number of friends, but only three have really kept contact with him to this day. among other things arthur found his passion for sewing and designing clothing in his high school years. both of his parents supported his dream of becoming a fashion designer and desire to open up his own clothing store. he attended and graduated from the international academy of design and technology in Seattle. his parents paid for his tuition, so during his college years he worked as a tailor in one of the local stores and saved up enough money to move to the fashion capital of the usa in hopes of making it big there. so soon after graduation and after many nights spent house hunting, arthur found a cozy little home in new york. now out of the nest and living on his own arthur is homesick yet confident that this new change in his life will bring him one step closer his long time dream.

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xxTired eyes scanned the unfinished garment pondering whether to turn in for the night or to keep going for just a little longer. Arthur turned the dress over in his hands before deciding on the latter. He'd just sew the lace onto the hems and then he would turn in for the night. Besides, he'd make it quick. He was measuring to see how much lace he would need when suddenly he heard it, footsteps. Or, at least, he thought that was what he heard. Arthur shook his head. Footsteps? No. He was just tired and he was sure he was hearing things. This house was pretty creaky after all. Yeah, that was it. Just some creaky floor boards.

xxArthur had only moved into his new home two weeks ago. He still had a lot of stuff to unpack and he still had a lot to get used to, especially how noisy the house could be. He was told by the real estate agent before buying the house that the previous residents claimed that, it was haunted but that simply served to further press Arthur to purchase the home due to his love of the supernatural. However as the last two weeks came and went, Arthur didn't notice anything he couldn't explain rationally. Well except for the footsteps but he was sure.... And there they were again. Arthur, now sure the noise was in fact not in his head, carefully put everything down and decided to go investigate the source of the noise which seemed to be coming from the kitchen. He grabbed his trusty pair of scissors (in case there were intruders) before making his way towards the kitchen. Adrenaline pumping though his veins, Arthur steeled himself for the worst when he carefully peeked into the kitchen though the doorway to find... Well Arthur wasn't really sure what he was looking at. It looked human, but it was almost transparent. He couldn't get a better look at whoever, or whatever, was because its back was turned to him so he tentatively asked, "Uh, hello?"

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Lucas had went down stairs, running his hands through his hair. A new person had moved into his house. Not that Lucas was surprised anymore, this was such a reoccurring theme that he just... got used to it. But that didn't mean he wasn't angered about the situation. As far as Lucas had seen, this new guy designed clothes. But when he moved the couch-- that made Lucas pretty mad. That was his favorite couch, why wouldn't he be ticked off about it moving? Lucas walked over to the kitchen, deciding not to blow up in the new guy's face quite yet. Lucas rested his hands at his side before slipping them into his pockets. Just two years, and he hadn't changed his shirt from the night his friends came over. That honestly surprised him, but maybe he was just a slob? And he couldn't find any of his clothes anyways, someone had stole them from his closet. Just like they stole his cactus succulent, Gerald, that generally sat on the kitchen window still. Just like his cat had disappeared, but Lucas was still determined to stay here. He wouldn't let some new guy chase him out.

As Lucas stood in the moonlight that glittered through the window, the light filtered through his semi-transparent body. The specks of dust visible and clear in the bright moonlight. Lucas walked closer to the window, leaning on the kitchen counter to look out at the night sky. And that's when he heard a voice from behind him. Lucas turned his head to look at the man behind him. The new guy that had move into Lucas's house without his consent. Lucas narrowed his eyes and turned to the new guy. He folded his arms over his chest. "What? Came to apologize for moving into my house without my permission to do so?" Lucas hissed. It would have been hard to take the shorter guy seriously (since he had a baby face), but since he was a ghost... perhaps the slight threat would be scary? Or creepy, even? But Lucas wasn't aware of this one fact, he had no recollection that he'd actually died. To him, he wasn't dead. And these people moving in were trespassing on his lands.

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xxQuietly tucking the scissors into his sewing apron, Arthur stepped out from behind the doorway and into the kitchen. Arthur's eyes searched the shorter man's features, while his brain did it's best to piece things together. Now that he had a better look at the man (ghost...?), he could tell was smaller than he was and had soft facial features currently contorted in a look of... anger? Annoyance? Irritation? Something of the sort. He could also verify that the man was transparent, with the way the moonlight from the window was filtering though him and all. After a moment of thinking, Arthur decided it was safe to assume that he was dealing with a noisy poltergeist who didn't seem know that it was dead.

xxIf that was indeed the case, Arthur wanted to help the other realize that he was, indeed, deceased so that could be left alone and could work in peace. But he realized he couldn't just start accusing the other of being a ghost right off the bat. Besides, if the ghost really did believe it was still alive it probably wouldn't believe him anyways, so what's the point in even trying to begin with? So with that, Arthur decided the best move was to respond civilly and as if the other wasn't, uh, an actual poltergeist. "Uh, yes actually. I'm sorry for throwing such an unfortunate arrangement upon you. Alas, I can't do much about it, but is there anything I can do that will make things a little more tolerable for you?" Arthur fiddled with the helm of his apron as he spoke, partially out of nervousness, partially out of habit. He just hoped he could deescalate things between them, even just a little bit.

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Lucas frowned deeply, glaring at the other guy. He'd moved into his house, as if it were college or something. Lucas hadn't been informed that anyone would be moving into the house, which was probably why he was so ticked off by this event. But it wasn't like Lucas could just chase him out, as it seemed this new guys did have a job, with all his mess upstairs with all that clothing. If he were being honest, he didn't understand why the other guy was so interested in clothing. After all clothes were just that-- clothes. "You can leave, but you're not going to do that with all the unfinished mess upstairs." Lucas sneered, his gaze drifting towards the stairwell. He wasn't even sure what to ask for, if he'd ask for anything. He couldn't just say 'Hey, get out of my house I was here first'. After all, the other guy must have used some kind of money in order to live here. And Lucas wasn't one to let money go to waste, especially when you had a job to do. Even with a useless job like this guy here.

"If you actually cleaned up that room upstairs, instead of leaving fabric strands all over the floor, perhaps I 'd be nicer." The ghost gave a wry smile. He wasn't in the mood to talk. Honestly, he was rather hungry. He hadn't had food in what felt like ages.