Fʀᴇɴᴄʜ Qᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀ | accepting!

[angelonia]

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Trevor Bellerose
20 | cen.
vampire
pansexual
tags;; mavis

Trevor took in a deep breath before he finally stood up. In fact, he took in several but his heart still pounded
in his chest. He patted down his clothing and any dust that may have gotten stuck in the fibers of the fabric
during his time scooting around on an unfamiliar floor before he opened the door. "I need to get going. This
has been a fine visit and your home is very lovely but it's about time I headed home." He willed himself to
speak slower but it took everything the vampire had to not have his words run into each other. He stepped
out the room and played with his sleeves in an attempt to roll them up better than they were. He acted as
if that had happened earlier but he was rattled inside. That sudden lapse of control hadn't happened in so
long. He refused to make further eye contact with Mavis be he did put a hand on his shoulder. "Lovely time,
really. Thank you for allowing me into your home, really. I'm sorry but I feel like I've overstayed my
welcome." He retracted his hand soon after speaking and shoved his hands into his pants pockets.

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Rhydian Bovet
23
werewolf
bisexual
tags;; amalie

Rhydian smiled at the girl. "No, you're fine. Go ahead." Rhydian appreciated the arts, in fact, his body was
covered in art. "Do you want me to pose," he paused to suck his now mostly melted ice cream from around
the cone. "Or just do whatever?" He took a bite of the waffle cone when he finished speaking. He had never
really been drawn before but he was honored she wanted to sketch him. Maybe I should get another cone...
He thought but a glance back at the ice cream parlor kept him from going back in. The heat of the day
was starting to set in and the small shop was filling back up. at least they got good business.

[nyctomancy]

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witch || speciality; rune magic & potions || appears 21 || homosexual || male || at his home || tags; trevor



mavis lifted his hand, as if to reach for trevor's wrist, but his bravado was depleted. letting the man slip by him, the man fell, as the witch was defeated. "okay.." he murmured softly. "i'll go get your bag then, you can't wait by the kitchen door." they had been semi-friends, easygoing acquaintances only minutes before - and now they were strangers? hurrying past the vampire, he led them back to the kitchen. slipping inside, he grabbed the tote from earlier, and gently tucked the bottles of potion into it. he's still hungry, isn't he? with that little control.. he must be. the thought was a treacherous one, but mav couldn't help himself, being worried about the bloodsucker and all. after checking the door, to ensure that trevor hadn't follow him in, the brunet crossed the space that separated him and the fridge. opening up the door, he snatched a slim vial of blood and slipped it into the bag. his own, of course. a just in case precaution for potions. mavis wasn't fond of sacrificing animals, so whenever blood was needed he used his own life source. hopefully the herb-blood scent of the potions would mask it. the reason mavis gave himself for doing so was to prevent any humans from being attacked that night. of course.. there was another part of him worried for the vampire. forcing a smile as he opened the door, mavis shoved the bag into the arms of travis. "okay, well, the front door is just this way." said the witch, moving towards the large door at the end of the hallway.

[Legendary TrashCan]

AUMI Chezk
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╔xxxxxxxxxxxxx.xxx╗
x.xxAᵍᵉ :: 18 years
xx.xGᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Female
xx.xSᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ :: Demon
x.xxMᵒᵒᵈ :: intrested
x.xxLᵒᶜᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ :: Cafe
x.xxTᵃᵍˢ :: Litost
╚xxxxxxx.xxxxxxxxx╝

"The demon gave a small nod "Sounds vaguely familiar" the demon's brows drew together as she thought. Aumi glanced at the night sky then back at Litost "Anyways continue...i'll figure it out" She then crossed her legs up on the seat and looked at Litost with interest. "

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[Politics]

♢Ｌｉｔｏｓｔ♤
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・Age// looks to be 15-17
・Tags// Aumi
・Café
・Reminiscent♤

{Back in the 50's...there was a story. Not the usual, such as Russian spies on behalf of the Cold War, or when the Bay City Rollers would preform and pay attention to one of their fans. It was a story everyone knew. An older tale, all the way back from the world wars./} Litost reminisced fondly, dwindling on each word, having lived in Russia for a short time during the Cold War. Their voice almost danced with their fondness for the era, despite how the words tended to almost sound as if Litost was speaking French himself. The petite foreigner hesitated, catching a fleeting glance which locked onto a keen-looking looking man—Whom he presumed a hunter or human of the like—and turned back as if they'd seen nothing. Litost learned that, even as a trained actor, there was no point in letting a story hang in the air incomplete. {Don't you remember that composer, Griimonvache? Back from a good old year of 1932. Composed one of the most beautiful songs on the planet and disappeared. Well, supposedly he faked his death ad came back by WWII with a malicious intent. He chopped down the numbers of both innocent and military. His casualties amounted to 39% of the war casualties. A directionless madman, he was. In a sense, he was also a wiser philosopher than those of the Greeks. I suppose he truly understood this world. It clicked. And he went 'mad'. Though....he was perfectly sane. Just immoral. They say all of his victims bodies were mutilated and filled with flowers. Such a detailed and meticulous art murder is./} They stated both blatantly and quietly, their voice still a few tones softer than a normal person's. Their eyes carried a sense of fondness and listlessness, yet also another emotion in which seemed impossible to describe.

[Legendary TrashCan]

Carson

||Species~Demon
||Age~ 19
||Mood~Decent
||The street
||Tags~Andrew

The girls eyes darkened "Do you want to get us killed because I can handle that job my self" the girl snapped this threat quietly. Carson then moved some of her dark hair from her pale face, if she wasnt a necromancer she could be one of the dead herself. "Ive lived here a while, you" The girl acted as if she didnt just threaten to kill a demon.

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[Legendary TrashCan]

AUMI Chezk
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╔xxxxxxxxxxxxx.xxx╗
x.xxAᵍᵉ :: 18 years
xx.xGᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Female
xx.xSᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ :: Demon
x.xxMᵒᵒᵈ :: intrested
x.xxLᵒᶜᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ :: Cafe
x.xxTᵃᵍˢ :: Litost
╚xxxxxxx.xxxxxxxxx╝

"Aumi had followed the fellow demon's glance and her eyes settled on a human...hunter. The demon felt a surge of panic but she calmed and listened to Litost. Aumi smiled "Theres always a darkness to beauty" the girl thought about old times and rested her eyes. The demon tried to hide her panic as she fidgeted around and glanced at the hunter then at Litost and she whispered "Maybe we should leave." "

[Politics]

♢Ｌｉｔｏｓｔ♤
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・Age// looks to be 15-17
・Tags// Aumi
・Location// Café
・Mood// Bored of clichés.
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{Control your body language. 'Strategic' escape gets people killed, you know. Act natural./} That was a bit too easy for Litost to say, because they were perfectly ordinary, as if they were a normal, gentlemanly human. No odd movements, controlled body, and a calm look in their eye. Boredom was a synonym for their current state. A cliché-driven boredom. Just like hunters hunted in humans, he'd cleared out a remarkable deal of hunters himself. They were quite a checkered fellow. {You'll be fine. I have 26 guns and other sorts of weaponry at me. And almost always at least 4. You'll be fine./} They sounded reassuring, but something was unsettlingly honest about their remark. Consulting detectives did get into messy business, though, So he was the industry standard. A bit more, though. Solving cases elites can't, all while murdering elites in question? Takes one to talk, but Lisost juggled quite a routine. No particular goal, though. What was it with them?

[Legendary TrashCan]

AUMI Chezk
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╔xxxxxxxxxxxxx.xxx╗
x.xxAᵍᵉ :: 18 years
xx.xGᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Female
xx.xSᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ :: Demon
x.xxMᵒᵒᵈ :: Nervous
x.xxLᵒᶜᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ :: Cafe
x.xxTᵃᵍˢ :: Litost
╚xxxxxxx.xxxxxxxxx╝

"Aumi's body language relaxed but there was still something unsettling, she hasn't seen a hunter for a while. The demon knew their whispers would make them stand out "My drink was great, you?" the girl had a glint in her eye that said she had something up her sleeve. Aumi rested her eyes as she tilted her head waiting for Litost to speak she was quite impatient at times. "

[angelonia]

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Trevor Bellerose
20 | cen.
vampire
pansexual
tags;; mavis

Trevor nodded at Mavis when the witch went to retrieve the bag and he quietly waited outside of the kitchen.
He took the bag with both arms when the other man shoved it at him. "Thanks," Trevor said as he followed
Mavis. As the bag shuffled in Trevor's arms, he got a whiff of the witch's blood. Although it was vastly
overpowered by the potion's scent, Trevor could definitely tell there was something more in the bag. How
weak does he think I am? Trevor thought with his brow furrowed. The bottles inside the bag clinked
together as he shifted the bag but he stopped making noise once he found a comfortable way to carry the parcel.
In all honestly, Trevor couldn't wait to go home and decompress. At least he wouldn't have to hunt tonight which
was a plus. Maybe he could enjoy the New Orleans night life without having to grab a snack. The vampire let out
a sigh. No matter how he tried to turn what had happened around, he couldn't forgive himself for his lapse of
control. He had just met someone as fascinating as Mavis and he felt like he ruined it. Before they reached the
door, Trevor used his free hand to slip his sunglasses back over his eyes. "I'll um... I'll work on getting you those
scales."

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Rhydian Bovet
23
werewolf
bisexual
tags;; amalie

Rhydian smiled at the girl. "No, you're fine. Go ahead." Rhydian appreciated the arts, in fact, his body was
covered in art. "Do you want me to pose," he paused to suck his now mostly melted ice cream from around
the cone. "Or just do whatever?" He took a bite of the waffle cone when he finished speaking. He had never
really been drawn before but he was honored she wanted to sketch him. Maybe I should get another cone...
He thought but a glance back at the ice cream parlor kept him from going back in. The heat of the day
was starting to set in and the small shop was filling back up. at least they got good business.

[Politics]

♢Ｌｉｔｏｓｔ♤
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・Age// looks to be 15-17
・Tags// Aumi
・Location// Café
・Mood// Caculating.
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{T'was lovely. To be honest, tea is far better without any sweetness in it. 'Ruins the robust flavour. So. How has your family been doing? I see market's been improving, so it must be good for their shares./} This was an obviously lying question. But a stereotypically gentlemanly thing to ask. They hoped that she'd catch on. They eyes became calm and gentle. It was scarily reflective of how they would act as if conversing normally.