[nervousdog]

Ｒａｙｑｕａａｎ ｔｈｅ Ｑｕｅｅｎ ♚♚

Ａ ｔｈｕｇ ｄｕｒｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｄａｙ...

✄-- Rough, tough, and doesn't take no for an answer

Rayquaan is the kind of plume you would avoid if you saw him walking down the street . He grimaces at everyone he sees and growls at those who talks to him . It's not that he is antisocial, no no no ! He is just making sure others know who is top dog . He isn't the runt of the litter and doesn't take kindly to being treated like one . He keeps up a thugish front to keep others from pushing him around and to assert dominance . He is not a follower and can be a bit pushy and rude, making him a bit unappealing to be friends with .

✄-- Hustlin' every day to get that cash flow

This rough and tumble plume works at a dinky gas station called "Safe Stop !" . The building is beat up and not the prettiest, but it is the only place within walking distance of Rayquaan's trashy apartment complex . He works most of the night on the graveyard shift- coming home to either sleep or go out on weekends ( which he has off ) . The gas station he works at is kinda dingy, but everything is where he lives . He gets just enough to get by so he wont be leaving his job anytime soon . He does, however, aspire to be an actor and if given the chance he would ditch his job to pursue that dream . For him, acting would break barriers and open up many opportunities for many others like him .

✄-- Slay

Ray is a queen ! No-- NO, not the royal kind . He is a drag queen ! On his days off he suits up and will either hang around a bar or chill with other queens in his area . He is pretty good at lip syncing but do not ask him to actually sing, unless you want your ears to bleed . He has a wide array of wigs- his favorite being his afro . Along with that he likes to believe he has great taste in fashion, which he isn't wrong about but does make some questionable fashion choices . He heavily enjoys Nikki Minaj and Lady GaGa and many of his outfits are inspired by them .

...ｂｕｔ ａｔ ｎｉｇｈｔ, ｈｉｓ ｃｌａｗｓ ｃｏｍｅ ｏｕｔ

[Creative]

Username: Creative
Name: Alba Notte ; Sunrise Night
Gender: Genderfluid

More than anything, Alba Notte

is an adventurer. They truly love to discover the unknown, to go where no plumerian has traveled to before, be it because of the climate, or because of difficulty traversing; either way, they aren't one to back down to the challenge. Unless they have someone in tow of course. Just because Alba Notte is willing to take as many risks as needed to discover the world, doesn't mean they're so willing to offer up someone else for that cause.

Despite being quite the talker, even to strangers, Alba Notte is quick to brush off any attempts at a real friendship. Their life is one that leads them everywhere and anywhere, and though it hurts to not get too close to anyone, it'd hurt even more to get close and have to say goodbye for untold lengths of time, or possibly forever. They've been known to occasionally travel with others, but Alba Notte can be prone to fretting over the other plume's wellbeing over the course of the trip.

Another reason Alba Notte doesn't get close to others, is it's always weird to know that they have a place to return to when they're done traveling with the explorer. That they get to go home and chalk it up to a one-in-a-lifetime thing. Alba Notte doesn't have that, they don't get the luxury. Of course, they want it. They're jealous in no small part. But every time they've tried to settle down, that itch to leave, to explore, to see more, do more takes hold and they're out the door quicker than lightning.

They don't really know why they began adventuring, why this itch to explore the world, to see everything that could be seen, took hold of them. It just...did. And maybe that wouldn't be enough to satisfy some, but it's enough for Alba Notte. Does anyone truly need a better reason to travel the world, to go wherever it is you please, to change course on a whim and answer to no one else, than just to satisfy an itch that nothing else could ever possibly scratch? Maybe that was why they were given the name they were, not solely to symbolize their competing wants to explore and to settle, to take as many risks possible but to keep others safe, but to tell the world that from sunrise to nightfall, they would be adventuring, as natural and as unstoppable as the day's passing.

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[Maka.Albarn]

mark

[gojo]

oh, mark.

[toothpick]

Reserve if i have the time

[Kenn]

winner may keep my art if they like

[Chaosin]

Reserving with the name Ignis Hyde.

Idea is a former drummer police dude. Now doing 9/5 lame work.
Woo.

[DelightfulMelon]

I got some idea's up my sleeve. CCCC;;;;;;

Aazad - Free, Independent
Male

[Sunnyside]

mark
Sunnyside

Sutekh
trickster salesman; preys on tourists selling fake relics

[suneater]

shizaru inhaled sharply. he knew he couldn't be here. if someone saw him he'd be toast. one mistake could mean jail or worse. he knew this was the only way though. izzy would die if he didn't get the money for her meds. there was no other option. rummaging through the locker, he picked out a small clock and a bag of valuables. these would get them enough money to buy a years worth of meds, he realized with a start. or a year's worth of jail time. probably more than. the sudden bark of a dog pulled him out of his bittersweet thoughts, and shizaru snatched the bag up and ran. he closed his eyes like izzy did when she had a coughing fit or there was a storm. it was strangely comforting to the thief, to run past the dumpsters knowing where he was, even if he was blinded.

looking both ways anxiously, shizaru ducked into the alleyway and shimmied up the fire escape. the bag in his hands was light, with only a couple stray $20's and the bundle of medicine. "shi? is that you?" a small voice peeped from underneath the opened window, small bright eyes peering at him between the curtains. "it's me, kiddo. don't talk too much, you might start coughing again." he set the bag down on the fire escape and hoisted himself in, pulling the bag back in again and shutting the window. chips of paint floated up, and shizaru covered izzy's face gently so that she wouldn't inhale the dust and cough. "i've got enough medicine to last you until next year in case..." he couldn't bear to say it. "in case you don't come back?" the young girl looked at him with a worried frown. "no, darling. in case i can't get more meds." she nodded, but didn't look relieved. uncapping a small bottle, shizaru gave his little sister two small capsules. she swallowed them without a cup of water, choking down the dry medicine silently. izzy coughed, a small cough, which gave way to another fit. shizaru couldn't help it. he covered his ears, curling up into a ball.


it was only one necklace. one careless mistake. the dreaded whine of police sirens haunted shizaru, even in the court. "do you have any other words to say in your defense?" the judge seemed to watch him. keeping his mouth shut tightly, shizaru slowly shook his head. "five years prison time." the thief froze. izzy wouldn't be able to get enough medicine. before he was dragged away, he had given her the last of the money, but it wouldn't be enough.

--453/600 words
--2/2 art
--all art by me