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Mabel
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After getting the chefs and staff into shape Mabel stood at parade rest at the edge of the kitchen, taking a moment to reflect on current affairs. She had initially taken this job three years ago to take advantage of a rare opportunity, working at a place that caters primarily to demons. The owners, a sweet couple of ghoul class demons, had been only to happy to hire a fellow demon. Since demons were such a small and spread out group it had been very hard for them to hire any demons, much less one that was actually qualified to work in a kitchen. The human employees were very good at keeping silent about things, part of their briefing was that they did not ask questions of their patrons.
She couldn't help but sigh as she thought about three of her questionable employees. Ashburn, a perfect waiter by nature, had been an easy hire. His customers always left good reviews and even a few sensed what she did, that we was more than human. Despite his attempts to hide his failing health her Mabel's demon instincts could sense the soul inside of him. It was hard for her to stay mad at him, and she was honestly worried for his health, as well as the others.
Eric, another recent hire, was a more questionable hire. She had been concerned about his ability to wait tables, being as reserved as he was. Much less the fact that they had many clients that looked very frightening, wearing large cloaks and other articles to hide their forms. But she had been pleasantly surprised at the boy's adaptations thus far. Eager to please he had even more happy customers than those of the chatterbox Ashburn.
Yet another sigh escaped her lips as she thought of the last hire, and one that frankly wouldn't have been around this long if it weren't for her suspicions, Zack. The boy was a hard worker, she had to give him that. The kid seemed to eat dishes and spit them out clean, but even still he was not the best for customer service. Reserved to the point of hostility to others he seemed to be hell bent on ignoring the world outside of his sink. This was part of the reason she had sent him to the floor, to get him to open himself up a little. He had not shown any indications of poor health, unlike the Ashburn and Eric, but she knew her senses told her he was also a demon. She was worried about scaring him off, and as such had been a little nicer to him than others.
Though Mabel would never admit it she was a loss as to what she should do about the boys. Demon culture had very few rules, but one of the big ones was that the father of a demon child was obligated to help them transition. It was a sacred rite, and something held dear. Most demon fathers were actively engaged in their child's life as they grew up, with or without the human mother's involvement. It was uncommon for a father (or grandfather) to simply abandon their own children (grandchildren), especially since their rarity made them so prized.
Since demon females were infertile the men would have to mate with humans females to procreate, but even then it could take years for a child to actually form. Many men spent centuries trying with different women before a child was actually conceived. When one was born, especially a male, it was cause for great joy in the family. Mabel had no idea why these boys had not been contacted yet and it worried her greatly, especially the oldest of them (Ashburn).
She had no friends to confide with and she was worried that if she spread the word many fakes hoping to "adopt" them would show up, and she had no way to test who was the real father or grandfather. But time was clearly not on her side, some demons could make it to middle aged without a ceremony but it was obvious they were not part of this group. It was not unheard of for non-family to do the ceremony and guide a demon child into the demon world, but those were in cases where the father/grandfather had died or, rarely, disowned the child. And even then it was almost always a single child, not a group of three. And NEVER had it been someone from a different class of demon.
"This whole situation is just f*cked up" she muttered to herself angrily
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After getting the chefs and staff into shape Mabel stood at parade rest at the edge of the kitchen, taking a moment to reflect on current affairs. She had initially taken this job three years ago to take advantage of a rare opportunity, working at a place that caters primarily to demons. The owners, a sweet couple of ghoul class demons, had been only to happy to hire a fellow demon. Since demons were such a small and spread out group it had been very hard for them to hire any demons, much less one that was actually qualified to work in a kitchen. The human employees were very good at keeping silent about things, part of their briefing was that they did not ask questions of their patrons.
She couldn't help but sigh as she thought about three of her questionable employees. Ashburn, a perfect waiter by nature, had been an easy hire. His customers always left good reviews and even a few sensed what she did, that we was more than human. Despite his attempts to hide his failing health her Mabel's demon instincts could sense the soul inside of him. It was hard for her to stay mad at him, and she was honestly worried for his health, as well as the others.
Eric, another recent hire, was a more questionable hire. She had been concerned about his ability to wait tables, being as reserved as he was. Much less the fact that they had many clients that looked very frightening, wearing large cloaks and other articles to hide their forms. But she had been pleasantly surprised at the boy's adaptations thus far. Eager to please he had even more happy customers than those of the chatterbox Ashburn.
Yet another sigh escaped her lips as she thought of the last hire, and one that frankly wouldn't have been around this long if it weren't for her suspicions, Zack. The boy was a hard worker, she had to give him that. The kid seemed to eat dishes and spit them out clean, but even still he was not the best for customer service. Reserved to the point of hostility to others he seemed to be hell bent on ignoring the world outside of his sink. This was part of the reason she had sent him to the floor, to get him to open himself up a little. He had not shown any indications of poor health, unlike the Ashburn and Eric, but she knew her senses told her he was also a demon. She was worried about scaring him off, and as such had been a little nicer to him than others.
Though Mabel would never admit it she was a loss as to what she should do about the boys. Demon culture had very few rules, but one of the big ones was that the father of a demon child was obligated to help them transition. It was a sacred rite, and something held dear. Most demon fathers were actively engaged in their child's life as they grew up, with or without the human mother's involvement. It was uncommon for a father (or grandfather) to simply abandon their own children (grandchildren), especially since their rarity made them so prized.
Since demon females were infertile the men would have to mate with humans females to procreate, but even then it could take years for a child to actually form. Many men spent centuries trying with different women before a child was actually conceived. When one was born, especially a male, it was cause for great joy in the family. Mabel had no idea why these boys had not been contacted yet and it worried her greatly, especially the oldest of them (Ashburn).
She had no friends to confide with and she was worried that if she spread the word many fakes hoping to "adopt" them would show up, and she had no way to test who was the real father or grandfather. But time was clearly not on her side, some demons could make it to middle aged without a ceremony but it was obvious they were not part of this group. It was not unheard of for non-family to do the ceremony and guide a demon child into the demon world, but those were in cases where the father/grandfather had died or, rarely, disowned the child. And even then it was almost always a single child, not a group of three. And NEVER had it been someone from a different class of demon.
"This whole situation is just f*cked up" she muttered to herself angrily
Ashburn
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Lying down on the worn out sofa Ash felt his bones and joints gratefully relax. His breathing was still labored, but had evened out greatly. He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. His doctor, Dr. Christianson, swore up an down he didn't have asthma. Even after years of tests not a single doctor could figure out why he was having these problems, as every lab came back healthy.
"Well that was fun. I'm sorry to be a bother" Ash said with a weak chuckle, that quickly turned into a coughing fit. His burning lungs protested at the disturbance and he gave up on talking.
Before anything could be said in reply the break room door slammed open, hitting the metal remnants of a door stop hard. In came the beautiful, but frightening head chef.
"What the hell Ashburn?!" She shouted like a drill sergeant "If your going to die don't do it on my watch! That's twice this month!"
Mrs. Mabel, the head chef, was a very intimidating figure. She drove the staff like a marine corps, well most of the staff. For some reason she ignored the dish-washers and janitors, as evidenced by the poor sanitation of the place as a whole. Ash found her to be scary to say the least and made a habit out of ignoring her. For some reason she was the only leader figure he ever saw, the owners never stopped by and thus far a manager only showed up on Mrs. Mabel's rare off days. If it weren't for the generously tipping patrons he would have left long ago.
"Eric the only reason your ass isn't fried for being late is you actually did something. Those idiots were watching Ashburn like he was a f*cking carnival show." She fumed angrily "You both are going to stay here for now, if he falls out I need someone to recover him."
Grabbing an apron from the pegs next to the door she left in a huff she marched down the hall, heels clicking on the cheap tile, back to the kitchen. She had a busy dining area and she was h*ll bent on making sure everyone was served. Eyeing the kitchen staff she saw that the dishwasher was almost done with his dishes.
"Zack!" She shouted, shoving the apron into his still wet hands "Conrats you've been temporarily promoted. Get your ass out on the floor and take care of Ashburn's tables." She gestured with her thumb at the direction of the floor. "And don't f*ck up because I don't have time to fix it"
Storming to the cooking area of the kitchen she began directing the cooks in the same manner, much to the chagrin of the cooks, leaving Zack with an apron, still emblazoned with a cheap plastic name tag saying "Daisy".
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Lying down on the worn out sofa Ash felt his bones and joints gratefully relax. His breathing was still labored, but had evened out greatly. He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. His doctor, Dr. Christianson, swore up an down he didn't have asthma. Even after years of tests not a single doctor could figure out why he was having these problems, as every lab came back healthy.
"Well that was fun. I'm sorry to be a bother" Ash said with a weak chuckle, that quickly turned into a coughing fit. His burning lungs protested at the disturbance and he gave up on talking.
Before anything could be said in reply the break room door slammed open, hitting the metal remnants of a door stop hard. In came the beautiful, but frightening head chef.
"What the hell Ashburn?!" She shouted like a drill sergeant "If your going to die don't do it on my watch! That's twice this month!"
Mrs. Mabel, the head chef, was a very intimidating figure. She drove the staff like a marine corps, well most of the staff. For some reason she ignored the dish-washers and janitors, as evidenced by the poor sanitation of the place as a whole. Ash found her to be scary to say the least and made a habit out of ignoring her. For some reason she was the only leader figure he ever saw, the owners never stopped by and thus far a manager only showed up on Mrs. Mabel's rare off days. If it weren't for the generously tipping patrons he would have left long ago.
"Eric the only reason your ass isn't fried for being late is you actually did something. Those idiots were watching Ashburn like he was a f*cking carnival show." She fumed angrily "You both are going to stay here for now, if he falls out I need someone to recover him."
Grabbing an apron from the pegs next to the door she left in a huff she marched down the hall, heels clicking on the cheap tile, back to the kitchen. She had a busy dining area and she was h*ll bent on making sure everyone was served. Eyeing the kitchen staff she saw that the dishwasher was almost done with his dishes.
"Zack!" She shouted, shoving the apron into his still wet hands "Conrats you've been temporarily promoted. Get your ass out on the floor and take care of Ashburn's tables." She gestured with her thumb at the direction of the floor. "And don't f*ck up because I don't have time to fix it"
Storming to the cooking area of the kitchen she began directing the cooks in the same manner, much to the chagrin of the cooks, leaving Zack with an apron, still emblazoned with a cheap plastic name tag saying "Daisy".
I tend to let everyone get a lot of say in setting the scenes when I can
1) I tried to change it to apply but for some reason it didn't take. Once I get off my iPad and to a computer I'll try it there. Good catch though.
2) I'm leaving that open so that we can all set the scene. So far all that has been established is that there is a break room, messy kitchen and the place is a little seedy
2) I'm leaving that open so that we can all set the scene. So far all that has been established is that there is a break room, messy kitchen and the place is a little seedy
In silent agony Ashburn leaned against the wall in the break-room, the painted brick supporting his lean six foot frame. His long black hair was plastered to his skin from the heat. His joints protested as he pulled out a bottle of aspirin and took four pills without even thinking.
The pain seemed to be getting worse every day and it was getting harder to hide it from his bosses, especially the head chef. She had eyes that seemed to glare right through him, and he knew she would have no sympathy for a 21 year old with growing pains.
'I thought I was supposed to stop growing years ago' he thought with some humor
He knew he could only hide back there for a few minutes before his tables would start asking for him, so he savored the support the wall offered him. As his watch chimed the hour he knew he could no longer escape, and must again confront the reality of working. With a sigh and a groan he hauled his body, all 135 pounds of it into the kitchen to pick up his table's food. The long bar for pick ups was already full and he could hear the head chef cussing about the hold up.
"Oh goody" he said softly "She noticed"
Hoping to sneak by he quickly grabbed the plates for his table, balancing them precariously on every part of his body that he could. It was an awkward feat and he was sure it looked quite funny, but despite that he managed to get 4 plates of food, 2 appetizer plates and 8 cups into position and walk out of the kitchen. Other than some complaints from his second table it appeared the diners had not noticed his absence to much, a relief for the fatigued student.
Walking back to the kitchen he opened the door to chaos central. The stainless steel kitchen was an absolute mess, with dishes piling up on all sides and enough dirty pots to bring tears to any dishwasher's eyes. Before he had time to remember why he had come in here his lungs suddenly seemed to seize. A panicked gasp escaped his lips as his breathing became labored and stiff, his lungs burning as if on fire. Ash's panicked hands shook violently as he tried to pull his inhaler out from his pocket, but without warning his hands dropped it sending it sliding to the feet of the dishwasher as stars darted across his eyes. Falling against the door frame he tried to call out to the dishwasher over the noise to give him the inhailer but could only manage a panicked and loud squeak as his lungs stopped taking in air.
The pain seemed to be getting worse every day and it was getting harder to hide it from his bosses, especially the head chef. She had eyes that seemed to glare right through him, and he knew she would have no sympathy for a 21 year old with growing pains.
'I thought I was supposed to stop growing years ago' he thought with some humor
He knew he could only hide back there for a few minutes before his tables would start asking for him, so he savored the support the wall offered him. As his watch chimed the hour he knew he could no longer escape, and must again confront the reality of working. With a sigh and a groan he hauled his body, all 135 pounds of it into the kitchen to pick up his table's food. The long bar for pick ups was already full and he could hear the head chef cussing about the hold up.
"Oh goody" he said softly "She noticed"
Hoping to sneak by he quickly grabbed the plates for his table, balancing them precariously on every part of his body that he could. It was an awkward feat and he was sure it looked quite funny, but despite that he managed to get 4 plates of food, 2 appetizer plates and 8 cups into position and walk out of the kitchen. Other than some complaints from his second table it appeared the diners had not noticed his absence to much, a relief for the fatigued student.
Walking back to the kitchen he opened the door to chaos central. The stainless steel kitchen was an absolute mess, with dishes piling up on all sides and enough dirty pots to bring tears to any dishwasher's eyes. Before he had time to remember why he had come in here his lungs suddenly seemed to seize. A panicked gasp escaped his lips as his breathing became labored and stiff, his lungs burning as if on fire. Ash's panicked hands shook violently as he tried to pull his inhaler out from his pocket, but without warning his hands dropped it sending it sliding to the feet of the dishwasher as stars darted across his eyes. Falling against the door frame he tried to call out to the dishwasher over the noise to give him the inhailer but could only manage a panicked and loud squeak as his lungs stopped taking in air.
Please note that this character is NPC. She is already a full demon and will serve as our mentor/person who unseals our souls.
Character Skeleton
Name: Mabel Chester
Age: 426
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Physical Appearance: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fZqL0wNsxk/T6xCSWIpXOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ieBWpD9mnGw/s1600/vampire2.jpg
Personality: Mabel is a very dominate personality. She is loud and tough, to the point even a drill sergeant would raise an eyebrow. This probably comes from her experience in many militaries, at least before they started checking records. To the outside she is a no nonsense woman that can be a very difficult woman to work with. She does have a soft side, but only those very close to her will ever see it. Those she cares about can be assured her unquestioning devotion, though it may still be somewhat cold compared to others.
History: Born in 17th century England she was the daughter of a poor human woman, Abigale, and her Vampire class demon lover, George. Like most demon children her father was an active part in her life. Despite crippling poverty she and her family scraped out a meager life in the countryside. At age 16 her father unsealed her soul, ending the polio like symptoms she had grown up with.
As luck would have it her soul was also Vampire class, something that made both her parents very proud. Her life was blessed and happy for four more years before disaster struck. At age 20 the local clergy finally grew wind of this isolated family, and went to investigate. Father Robin, the priest assigned to the case, accompanied by a mob attacked the house at noon and set it ablaze. Abigale and George hid their unwilling beloved daughter in a secret celler and fled the house. George and Abigale were soon killed by the mob, their agonizing screams forever embedded into Mabel's ears.
It was weeks before she finally arose from the wreckage, and left England. A drifter she began impersonating a man and enlisting in the various militaries of Europe under different names. The monotony of a soldier's life was comforting to her and was her life for centuries, she was especially adept at finding units with demon officers and many demon enlisted that could accommodate her weaknesses.
After WWII however her time of service was over. Modern technology had made it impossible for her to serve because she had no documents and the uniforms/hygiene left her exposed to the sun (she had taken to coating her skin in dirt and rags for years and serving only in winter but modern facilities made this impossible). Finally exiled she joined the exodus to America and found comfort in cooking. She moved every few years to avoid people seeing her lack of aging and even studied and various cooking schools over the years.
Currently she is a head cook in a small restaurant, and is enjoying her tranquil life.
Character Skeleton
Name: Mabel Chester
Age: 426
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Physical Appearance: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fZqL0wNsxk/T6xCSWIpXOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ieBWpD9mnGw/s1600/vampire2.jpg
Personality: Mabel is a very dominate personality. She is loud and tough, to the point even a drill sergeant would raise an eyebrow. This probably comes from her experience in many militaries, at least before they started checking records. To the outside she is a no nonsense woman that can be a very difficult woman to work with. She does have a soft side, but only those very close to her will ever see it. Those she cares about can be assured her unquestioning devotion, though it may still be somewhat cold compared to others.
History: Born in 17th century England she was the daughter of a poor human woman, Abigale, and her Vampire class demon lover, George. Like most demon children her father was an active part in her life. Despite crippling poverty she and her family scraped out a meager life in the countryside. At age 16 her father unsealed her soul, ending the polio like symptoms she had grown up with.
As luck would have it her soul was also Vampire class, something that made both her parents very proud. Her life was blessed and happy for four more years before disaster struck. At age 20 the local clergy finally grew wind of this isolated family, and went to investigate. Father Robin, the priest assigned to the case, accompanied by a mob attacked the house at noon and set it ablaze. Abigale and George hid their unwilling beloved daughter in a secret celler and fled the house. George and Abigale were soon killed by the mob, their agonizing screams forever embedded into Mabel's ears.
It was weeks before she finally arose from the wreckage, and left England. A drifter she began impersonating a man and enlisting in the various militaries of Europe under different names. The monotony of a soldier's life was comforting to her and was her life for centuries, she was especially adept at finding units with demon officers and many demon enlisted that could accommodate her weaknesses.
After WWII however her time of service was over. Modern technology had made it impossible for her to serve because she had no documents and the uniforms/hygiene left her exposed to the sun (she had taken to coating her skin in dirt and rags for years and serving only in winter but modern facilities made this impossible). Finally exiled she joined the exodus to America and found comfort in cooking. She moved every few years to avoid people seeing her lack of aging and even studied and various cooking schools over the years.
Currently she is a head cook in a small restaurant, and is enjoying her tranquil life.
Since we already have three players I think we can go ahead and start. I'll still accept one more person but we have enough to do the RP.
Please note that this character is NPC. She is already a full demon and will serve as our mentor/person who unseals our souls.
Character Skeleton
Name: Mabel Chester
Age: 426
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Physical Appearance: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fZqL0wNsxk/T6xCSWIpXOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ieBWpD9mnGw/s1600/vampire2.jpg
Personality: Mabel is a very dominate personality. She is loud and tough, to the point even a drill sergeant would raise an eyebrow. This probably comes from her experience in many militaries, at least before they started checking records. To the outside she is a no nonsense woman that can be a very difficult woman to work with. She does have a soft side, but only those very close to her will ever see it. Those she cares about can be assured her unquestioning devotion, though it may still be somewhat cold compared to others.
History: Born in 17th century England she was the daughter of a poor human woman, Abigale, and her Vampire class demon lover, George. Like most demon children her father was an active part in her life. Despite crippling poverty she and her family scraped out a meager life in the countryside. At age 16 her father unsealed her soul, ending the polio like symptoms she had grown up with.
As luck would have it her soul was also Vampire class, something that made both her parents very proud. Her life was blessed and happy for four more years before disaster struck. At age 20 the local clergy finally grew wind of this isolated family, and went to investigate. Father Robin, the priest assigned to the case, accompanied by a mob attacked the house at noon and set it ablaze. Abigale and George hid their unwilling beloved daughter in a secret celler and fled the house. George and Abigale were soon killed by the mob, their agonizing screams forever embedded into Mabel's ears.
It was weeks before she finally arose from the wreckage, and left England. A drifter she began impersonating a man and enlisting in the various militaries of Europe under different names. The monotony of a soldier's life was comforting to her and was her life for centuries, she was especially adept at finding units with demon officers and many demon enlisted that could accommodate her weaknesses.
After WWII however her time of service was over. Modern technology had made it impossible for her to serve because she had no documents and the uniforms/hygiene left her exposed to the sun (she had taken to coating her skin in dirt and rags for years and serving only in winter but modern facilities made this impossible). Finally exiled she joined the exodus to America and found comfort in cooking. She moved every few years to avoid people seeing her lack of aging and even studied and various cooking schools over the years.
Currently she is a head cook in a small restaurant, and is enjoying her tranquil life.
Character Skeleton
Name: Mabel Chester
Age: 426
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Physical Appearance: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fZqL0wNsxk/T6xCSWIpXOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ieBWpD9mnGw/s1600/vampire2.jpg
Personality: Mabel is a very dominate personality. She is loud and tough, to the point even a drill sergeant would raise an eyebrow. This probably comes from her experience in many militaries, at least before they started checking records. To the outside she is a no nonsense woman that can be a very difficult woman to work with. She does have a soft side, but only those very close to her will ever see it. Those she cares about can be assured her unquestioning devotion, though it may still be somewhat cold compared to others.
History: Born in 17th century England she was the daughter of a poor human woman, Abigale, and her Vampire class demon lover, George. Like most demon children her father was an active part in her life. Despite crippling poverty she and her family scraped out a meager life in the countryside. At age 16 her father unsealed her soul, ending the polio like symptoms she had grown up with.
As luck would have it her soul was also Vampire class, something that made both her parents very proud. Her life was blessed and happy for four more years before disaster struck. At age 20 the local clergy finally grew wind of this isolated family, and went to investigate. Father Robin, the priest assigned to the case, accompanied by a mob attacked the house at noon and set it ablaze. Abigale and George hid their unwilling beloved daughter in a secret celler and fled the house. George and Abigale were soon killed by the mob, their agonizing screams forever embedded into Mabel's ears.
It was weeks before she finally arose from the wreckage, and left England. A drifter she began impersonating a man and enlisting in the various militaries of Europe under different names. The monotony of a soldier's life was comforting to her and was her life for centuries, she was especially adept at finding units with demon officers and many demon enlisted that could accommodate her weaknesses.
After WWII however her time of service was over. Modern technology had made it impossible for her to serve because she had no documents and the uniforms/hygiene left her exposed to the sun (she had taken to coating her skin in dirt and rags for years and serving only in winter but modern facilities made this impossible). Finally exiled she joined the exodus to America and found comfort in cooking. She moved every few years to avoid people seeing her lack of aging and even studied and various cooking schools over the years.
Currently she is a head cook in a small restaurant, and is enjoying her tranquil life.
I'm going to make an NPC in a moment. She'll be the one to do the ceremony.
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