Mortim

Global Acclimation (Mortim x Juzibe)

His body is well formed, an attractive resonance and overall shape to be found in both his face and anatomical structure. One could suggest this man to be nobility and it would take time for others to question them. One of our strangers gloved fingers gently extends towards Zara.

"You..." His soft, wistful voice is carried by a strangely cold breeze towards Zara. Said wind passes over her as an oddity of weather, something which shouldn't exist in Rio's festering streets. "I need your help with something very important." As far as those deadly calm eyes were concerned, Zara is the only other one here. Voices and noise produced by other people are tossed entirely to the wayside as he awaits her response to his sudden question.

The pepper held down by his left side begins growing in luminance, soft turquoise rays spilling into open space. An odd hum, as if from an approaching vehicle, begins filling the air along with potent wafts of sulfur. Something is escalating, but what that might be is likely entirely indecipherable by the average human.

Global Acclimation (Mortim x Juzibe)

Swaths of frigid air swirl into existence inside one of Rio's many shaded alleys. Vaporous mists rush from the drastically chilled bricks, a small pillar of thick fog accumulating between them several seconds later. Five curious citizens approach this foreign climate, confused by its existence before being thrown into deeper befuddlement by sight of a pale coated man stepping confidently from it's vaporous depths. After said man enters paved sidewalk from aforementioned fog pillar, all magical happenings cease. Warm air returns and frozen vapor dissipates entirely.

An older woman is tempted to point and shout about demonic happenings but found herself stumped after meeting with said man's snow white eye's. They were without a pupil, filled only by an ivory iris of varying grey hues. Something about that gaze was so utterly calming, calming enough to qualm any unnecessary anxious shouting. He continues on his way afterwards, unmoved by society's hustle and bustle.

Those sharp eyes scan surrounding cityscape, intent on finding something. Such a search brings our strange gentlemen into an old deli deep inside frequented tourist attractions. With stature above six feet and entirely inappropriate clothing for the region, he attracted his fair amount of stares before strolling confidently into the kitchen.

His first order of action was to grab the bag of vegetables that Zara had gone to retrieve from its proper resting place atop freshly scrubbed counter space. He would have done it with such purpose and natural speed that anyone watching would likely be confused for several seconds before attempting to stop him. By that time, he would have already taken the rusted back door into shaded alleyway. Once there, pale blue light would fire from his gloved fingers into store-bought vegetables, causing them to slowly levitate upwards whilst maintaining ominous luminance. He wouldn't have cared if someone showed up to stop him, this process would continue regardless. After several seconds of silence, disregarding whether or not someone is shouting at him, he would grab one yellow pepper from his selection of floating food; immediately after this, all other vegetables would lose their blue radiance and fall to the earth below.

(So he walked into her place of work and stole the vegetables. You aren't required to react to this with your character, I'll just need to see what she does while he's doing all that before writing my next post. The manager or someone else could confront my character if that seems more realistic. :D)

Global Acclimation (Mortim x Juzibe)

CHARACTER/STORY INTRO: Fel-Shed Rashka

Slithering snow drifts blanket rolling hills, speckled forest running as dark patches over frozen countryside. Crystallized flakes gently descend upon an ever-developing world, clouded sky's now coveting afternoon light. Cloaked man gently shifts his position in accordance to an approaching prey. Frigid ammunition serves well to immobilize another meal. *-BANG!*

Snow slides off armed hunter, bolt-action rifle to be slung across masculine shoulder. Frigid man takes thirteen steps towards deceased jackrabbit, gently picking it up via the hind legs. Porcelain features refract pale light into surrounding space, a man even colder than glacial breeze claiming another meal.

"Where are you going with that jackrabbit, North?" Ominous voice echoes throughout winter wasteland directed towards recent killer.
"My compass broke long ago, I'm currently uninvolved." His pale lips part, emitting hushed response.
"You don't have right to say that, North." Echoed whispers resound another spiteful statement.

Ice springs in jagged chunks from surrounding terrain, levitating near each other to eventually form three humanoid figures. These three figures encircle our hunter, cautiously prowling as if to look for an opening to attack a motionless man.

"Estula-Nungatoo..." This man and his still warm jackrabbit stand amidst crumbling elemental beasts. Attackers disintegrate entirely after he gently whispers supernatural syllables.
"Ice elementals... Are you dangerous or foolish?" After hearing no response from the wind, as occurred earlier, North continues onward. Warm hearth and hearty meal await, just as they have uninterrupted for five decades past.

"Hmm... I've been found then."

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Global Acclimation (Mortim x Juzibe)

NAME: Fel-Shed Rashka
ALIAS('s): North
SPECIES: ???
AGE: ???
GENDER: Male?
HEIGHT: 6' 3"
WEIGHT: ???
BUILD: Slender-Athletic

BASIC DESCRIPTION: He carries an air of aloof tranquility, nobilities aura seeping from every pore. One always notices him though never feels startled by so peaceful a presence.

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Global Acclimation (Mortim x Juzibe)

My first post is basically what he's doing in his profile's picture. It all makes perfect sense for his character, I hope none of it sounds forced in the post.

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