Camille Noir

The Bond

Thanks... Yeah that's true. If anything does come up, we can probably just have him begin to develop one somehow, but as it stands I don't anticipate it coming up. Excited to see your CS!

The Bond

Hello! I'm so sorry. I went to stay with my sister for the past few days while my parents were out of the country. Stupidly, I left my laptop, thinking that I would just be able to use her computer, but as it turns out she had broken it. I attempted to log on by phone to let everybody know, but as it turns out, it's even more impossible to access this site by mobile device than it has been by computer as of late.

What do you think would be a good second power for him for this?

The Bond

Matthieu Simon
Male
Seventeen
Human with Magical Abilities


Personality:
Matthieu is a generally nice person, but can be insensitive at times. He is outgoing enough. He thinks he's hilarious, and has himself convinced that everyone else thinks so as well. He has worlds of patience for people who are different from himself, but no tolerance whatsoever for certain things that he finds unacceptable.

Bio:
Matthieu comes from a family of six people and two pets. He comes from a long line of magical people on both parents' sides, though not all of his siblings posses abilities. While his parents do seem to have dealings in some sort of supernatural sub-community, he has next to know idea about it, and thus far his life has been as normal as possible.

Power 1: Ability to understand, communicate, and bond with animals - as he chooses (Meaning he can't just randomly hear every animal talking like Dr. Doolittle or something)
Power 2: *TBD*
Markings: Thin scar on left forearm, birthmark on the back of his neck, little mole on his wrist
Family: Relatively large family. Second of four children. Both parents are living as well.
Friends: Three people that he would consider close friends, many acquaintances. He maintains mild popularity.
Sentimental Attachment: Siblings, Family pets (one cat, one small dog), A wristwatch that belonged to his grandfather
Other: Likes sport, but mostly does it just to have exercise. For school, runs cross country in the fall semester and plays soccer in the spring semester. Plays piano. A nerd, in the sense that he has a literal fear of having a less than perfect GPA thanks to his older brother who barely makes it by in all aspects of life.

[C]High School is Drama Hell[A]

Hey! I actually never saw that you went back and added your last guy. Anyway, if you're ready, let me know!

We carry on, wands at the ready.

Hello! I'm so sorry. I went to stay with my sister for the past few days while my parents were out of the country. Stupidly, I left my laptop, thinking that I would just be able to use her computer, but as it turns out she had broken it. I attempted to log on by phone to let everybody know, but as it turns out, it's even more impossible to access this site by mobile device than it has been by computer as of late.

The Bond

What age range were we going for again? High school, college, or later?

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

Lol yeah, Mike's done. He wouldn't have been able to go any farther with the wounds in his chest, anyway.

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

Yeah. I like Renee too, but it definitely has to be done.

The Bond

Okay, great. I've been trying to catch up with my replys on some other roleplays, and then I'll put up a CS tonight or tomorrow at some point :)

I was trying to think up a way for him to have calmed your character down. The animal bonding thing can work well, so we'll go with that. Can I ask what sentimental attachment refers to? Would that be an object of some sort, or something else?

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

This time, Natasha was almost one-hundred percent sure that Randal had been checking her out, although like the other times she barely saw in time. Whether out of embarrassment or for the sake of propriety, he didn't look long enough for it to be considered staring, which Natasha appreciated as much as she liked receiving his attention itself.

She felt pretty silly for assuming that Randal was volunteering to pay for all of it, but his well-meant teasing put a smile on her face regardless of the slight embarrassment as she moved forward to pay for the motor oil. In response to the teasing, she gave him an easy-going smile and shrugged. "I'd say sorry, but a girl's got to take opportunities however they come these days, you know."

She took her change from Rosco with a smile that she tried not to let grow too much in the face of his blatant matchmaking. She gave him a nod as she pulled away from the couter and answered the older man as if she didn't notice what he was doing. "Sure, I feel secure already. Thank you for your help as well, Rosco."

As they left the store, Natasha shot Randal an amused and knowing look. "Seems like you've got quite a few cupids routing for you in this town."

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A grunt left Mike as the deputy suddenly attacked, stepping on his foot and driving him backward via the butt of the shotgun into his stomach. He hadn't even the time to recover before she fired on him twice. At such a close range, the blasts from the shotgun had him stumbling back with the first shot and then clear off of his feet with the second.

For a moment Mike's body lay still as life quickly escaped it. His heart had stopped beating almost immediately, the shot to the chest having made the effect feel like an explosion, and the a bit of the breath from his lungs expelled from a moment later. After closing his eyes and taking the moment after the breathing ceased to grow accustomed, Mike moved into action, getting to his feet.

"You're causing more trouble than it's worth it to be, Renee. You should know better. I'm very disappointed. " Mike spoke once he had managed through the pain to get back upright. Though he now stood, he swayed slightly on the spot. Even though he could still talk and move, Mike's body wouldn't be of use for much longer, given the holes in his abdomen and the fact that his body would now begin decaying in Mike's death. "I don't suppose you'll drop the gun now, will ya? Pretty soon this talk will be over, with or without that gun."