GoodLuckTuck

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@Ktyhrea@WhiteMoths
Sit with us? I thought we were leaving? Hmm, another human to meet.
When the other boy sat down, Adam introduced himself. "Hi. I'm Adam." Trying to find something else to add, he said, "The muffins are good, right?" Finding a common connection. Something to talk about. That's what was supposed to happen, correct? Only he could guess. He wondered if he was going to come along with them, and something stirred within him. Some human emotion, probably. Was it sadness? No. Joy? Nope, not that either. Something that made him feel bad. It was like he didn't like the possibility of this boy coming along with them. He gave a smile to the boy, unsure about himself. "And you are?"

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"I've been through Hell and back. It's actually kind of my home."

Brandon Stout

Believer

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Name

Brandon Stout

Age

Appears in early 30's, is thousands of years old

Gender

Male

Description

In human form, he has reddish skin and black hair, along with blue eyes. He stands at 6' tall.

In his true demon form, he still has red skin and black hair, but yellow eyes and his horns. He stands at the same height.

Species

Demon

Sexuality

Homosexual

Personality

Brandon is mischievous and cunning, liking to poke at people and joke around. He seems quite cruel sometimes. Inside he's a real softie, opening up about feelings and small "feminine" things.

Likes

-Cats
-Baking
-"Old school" video games; Crash Bandicoot, Pacman, etc.
-Decor
-Being tidy
-Plants
-Rain
-Black
-Drinking
-Playing guitar

Dislikes

-Being called a sin or "Lucifer"
-Discriminatory people
-Day time
-Fights
-Classical music

Backstory

Not much is known about Brandon. He was raised in Hell, just like any other Demon. More is to be revealed throughout the roleplay.

Occupation

A barista at a local cafe

Country of Origin

Hell (?)

Feelings About Meeting Soul Mate

Secretly, he is excited. On the outside, he seems careless about it.

Soul Mate

Viktor

Misc

-He, like Julie, has a giant tea collection

A Teapot Full of Characters

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"I've been through Hell and back. It's actually kind of my home."

Brandon Stout

Rise Up

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Name

Brandon Stout

Age

Appears in early 30's, is thousands of years old

Gender

Male

Description

In human form, he has reddish skin and black hair, along with blue eyes. He stands at 6' tall.

In his true demon form, he still has red skin and black hair, but yellow eyes and his horns. He stands at the same height.

Species

Demon

Sexuality

Homosexual

Personality

Brandon is mischievous and cunning, liking to poke at people and joke around. He seems quite cruel sometimes. Inside he's a real softie, opening up about feelings and small "feminine" things.

Likes

-Cats
-Baking
-"Old school" video games; Crash Bandicoot, Pacman, etc.
-Decor
-Being tidy
-Plants
-Rain
-Black
-Drinking

Dislikes

-Being called a sin or "Lucifer"
-Discriminatory people
-Day time
-Fights
-Classical music

Backstory

Not much is known about Brandon. He was raised in Hell, just like any other Demon. More is to be revealed throughout the roleplay.

Occupation

A barista at a local cafe

Country of Origin

Hell (?)

Feelings About Meeting Soul Mate

Secretly, he is excited. On the outside, he seems careless about it.

Soul Mate

TBA

Misc

-He, like Julie, has a giant tea collection

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“I think it best that we talk. Please introduce me to your demon as well, when we get there," her soulmate said, doubled. This had taken a weird and unexpected turn for Julie. Julie put out her cigar once more, and took the offered hand as best she could. “I am sorry for this intrusion but please bear with it just a little longer, There are some questions that I feel are important to ask, and we can head to your house to talk better, but I’d prefer not to end the spell just yet as I sense you are getting sleepy."
"Heeeyy there, lil' one. I ain't sleepy 'cause o' you. It's ol' Jules here n' 'er 'magical cigarette',
curtesy of her doc," the demon slurred.
"Come on, my place is about a block," Julie said, before stepping out into the rain. She was scared of what was to come in their future.

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They arrived at Julie's apartment building and went up the elevator until they arrived on the ninth floor out of ten floors, and the first room out of four rooms. She pulled out her keys, her hands shaking a little, and unlocked the door. The apartment was on the nice end of town, and so was luxurious.
Inside, it was quite modern. All the furniture was white and well maintained. There were small plant things hanging about. The apartment had a living room, kitchen, office, bedroom, and two bathrooms. Quite nice in the city of New York. Not that it mattered, with Cienna being blind.

After making sure that Cienna was inside, Julie locked the door. On the door, were five different locks. She locked all of them out of habit. She also took her shoes off and put them by the door, out of habit.
"I-I'm going to make s-some tea," she bluntly stated out loud. "Peppermint white chocolate tea," she stated, waving her finger on each of the words. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and quickly scuttled off into the kitchen, which was attached to the living room.
"You, and your stupid damn tea," the demon said as she opened one of the cabinets of tea, realized it wasn't the right one, and opened the next. She chose a teapot, filled it with water, put the tea bark inside, and put it on the stove.
She leaned her hands against the counter, looking down at the floor and at her socks. She took in a deep breath, and then let one out.

The Teapot

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"Julie," she heard.
"What the fuck, there's another one?!" she spoke softly.
"Noooo, there's not 'another one'. It's our fairy friend," the demon growled. "Get the fuuuuuck out of our miiiiind. She wasn't ready to shaaaare this with you yeeeet." The demon was obviously drugged up, and Julie sighed.
"Cienna, I didn't want you knowing this on the first date. I-I'm sorry. If it really is y-you. I-I don't wanna talk about it in t-the cafe. If you want more...we have to speak in p-private. M-my p-place."

Oh My Gods- Always Accepting

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Who's ready to have a great time?

Mikill Stanford

Thunder

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Name

Mikill "Micheal" Stanford

Age

16

Gender

Male

Description

Michael stands at 5'9" with blue-green eyes and long blonde hair, which is usually up in a ponytail. He resembles his father greatly.

Personality

Michael likes to joke around and pretend he greater than everybody, the shell of hiding his true feelings. Like his father, Michael acts boldly and with passion. He loves to be the center of attention and loves to talk about both himself and his journeys, a little selfishly it seems. Once you get past his outside shell, Micheal is a total sweetheart. He will stop talking and listen, giving advice if it's necessary. He has many friends, but not many are "true friends". Just a facade added to his image.

Sexuality

Demisexual, biromantic

Godly Anscestor

Thor - God of the Lightning

Son/Daughter or Further Removed

Son

Relationship with Godly Ancestor

Michael has met his father a few times. His father is usually out and about, doing whatever he does, but also makes time for his son. They swap stories of their lives and Thor teaches him fighting skills and how to be "a man".

Relationship with Mortal Family

He has grown up with his mother in an apartment. Grown up probably isn't the right word, rather he has lived there. He and his mother rarely actually talk and barely even know each other.

Powers

Superhuman strength: The ability to lift and take a massive amount
Atmokinesis & Electrokinesis: The ability to call on storms and lightning at will

Backstory

Mikill was a surprise to his mother. How can one not know they are pregnant until labor? He still doesn't know the answer. It was at the age of four when his father decided to show up, revealing to his mother, Abigail, that she had, in fact, slept with a Norse god. His mother had named him Micheal, which sounded like Mikill to the God of Storms. Mikill means "great" in Norse, and so that's what his name ended up becoming.

Abigail distanced herself from her demigod son, not sure quite how to raise him. She tried to raise him like a normal child, but it was clear he was different. His father would come around every now and then to help his son, but other than that Mikill basically grew up by himself. The only conversations he and his mother really had were what were they going to eat for dinner, if he needed money, or things similar to that.

He really began discovering his powers at the end of middle school, beginning of highschool. When he heard talk of New Celestia, he decided that was probably the best place for him to be.

Misc

-Prefers to fight with a Norse war hammer, much like his father with Mjolnir
-He has a pendant around his neck bearing the symbol of the God of Thunder, a present from the god himself

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@EchoicChamber It's beautiful

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"Listen, I have a lot of dark history to me. So if you don't think you can do this...i-it's fine..."
"Mmmh hmmm...yup! Keep on talkin' 'bout me! That is the riiiight choice!" It was obvious that the voice was becoming soberer.
"It's not that I-I won't talk about it. I just can't, or rather, shouldn't."
"Nice job there, Jules. Keeeep stumbling on!"
"I've told you not to call me that," Julie spat back at her other self, softly. This really wasn't going as well as she'd hoped it would.
"Not all curses are bad," she heard Cienna mutter.
Julie's head shot up from where she was looking down at her cup, staring at the fairy. "They're called curses for a reason. Not spells or wishes." She shook her head, the anger fading back. This was worse than she thought. Her soulmate quickly moved on to another topic.
“Wha... What… What kind of fairy do you think I am?”
Julie sat there, looking at the fairy and trying to think. But her mind was too preoccupied.
"Um, I don't know. I-I know there are multiple types but u-um..."
It was like a throbbing now, painfully intense. "Here I come. That lil' bitch better be ready. I'll start with her wings. She won't be able to fly off that way. Unless she's a fast healer. This might be a fun challenge, huh Jules?"
"I said shut up!" Julie pressed in a louder tone. Multiple other creatures in the cafe looked over to her. She took in a deep breath. "I-I'm sorry. I think I-I need to step outside for a moment." She stood up, placing a twenty-dollar bill on the table in case things went terribly. She didn't want her date to have to pay. "I'll be right back," she reassured both herself and Cienna, before walking out. She posted herself under an overhang as to not get wet and took out her medical cigar.
"C-C'mon Jules! I was just teasin' ya!"
"I don't care. You need to s-shut the fuck up," Julie replied, twisting the end of the e-cigar and lighting it.
"What are you even gonna do about me, h-huh? I just wanna meet our Soulmate! She's mine too, ya know?!"
Julie put the cigar to her mouth with shaky hands, breathing in and blowing out. She took a few deep breaths of her own without the cigar.
"I-I really hate to abandon her," she continued talking to the demon. She took another puff. "I-It's not fair. You're not fair. C-Can't you just leave me a-alone sometimes?" If her alter-ego was listening, she didn't respond. Julie sighed to herself, glancing over her shoulder. She could see the fairy through the rain-stained window.

Oh My Gods- Always Accepting

Mikill Stanford

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Who's ready to have a great time?

Mikill Stanford

Thunder

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Name

Mikill "Micheal" Stanford

Age

16

Gender

Male

Description

Michael stands at 5'9" with blue-green eyes and long blonde hair, which is usually up in a ponytail. He resembles his father greatly.

Personality

Michael likes to joke around and pretend he greater than everybody, the shell of hiding his true feelings. Like his father, Michael acts boldly and with passion. He loves to be the center of attention and loves to talk about both himself and his journeys, a little selfishly it seems. Once you get past his outside shell, Micheal is a total sweetheart. He will stop talking and listen, giving advice if it's necessary. He has many friends, but not many are "true friends". Just a facade added to his image.

Sexuality

Demisexual, biromantic

Godly Anscestor

Thor - God of the Lightning

Son/Daughter or Further Removed

Son

Relationship with Godly Ancestor

Michael has met his father a few times. His father is usually out and about, doing whatever he does, but also makes time for his son. They swap stories of their lives and Thor teaches him fighting skills and how to be "a man".

Relationship with Mortal Family

He has grown up with his mother in an apartment. Grown up probably isn't the right word, rather he has lived there. He and his mother rarely actually talk and barely even know each other.

Powers

Superhuman strength: The ability to lift and take a massive amount
Atmokinesis & Electrokinesis: The ability to call on storms and lightning at will

Backstory

Mikill was a surprise to his mother. How can one not know they are pregnant until labor? He still doesn't know the answer. It was at the age of four when his father decided to show up, revealing to his mother, Abigail, that she had, in fact, slept with a Norse god. His mother had named him Micheal, which sounded like Mikill to the God of Storms. Mikill means "great" in Norse, and so that's what his name ended up becoming.

Abigail distanced herself from her demigod son, not sure quite how to raise him. She tried to raise him like a normal child, but it was clear he was different. His father would come around every now and then to help his son, but other than that Mikill basically grew up by himself. The only conversations he and his mother really had were what were they going to eat for dinner, if he needed money, or things similar to that.

He really began discovering his powers at the end of middle school, beginning of highschool. When he heard talk of New Celestia, he decided that was probably the best place for him to be.

Misc

-Prefers to fight with a Norse war hammer, much like his father with Mjolnir
-He has a pendant around his neck bearing the symbol of the God of Thunder, a present from the god himself

Oh My Gods- Always Accepting

@GoodLuckTuck

Aw sorry bud! But you can have a kid of Thor and it can be a rivalry.

@LemonadeVik

Shit you right. I'm gonna do that, brb. (Of course they'll probably end up friends.)