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Shit's getting lit fam
I'm quite interested in this. I'd really like to play another gambler who's just better than Madelyn enough to teach her a few things but still bad enough to need developed.
Name: Lorenzo Martine of fair Verona
Age: 21
Occupation: Musician
Ring: Yellow

Appearance:

Biography: Is a song acceptable?

From fair Varona Lorenzo the magnificent hails
His mother and father spun to him magnificent tales
And with his voice he'd sing them out loud
Always sure to gather a crowd
The string of his lute always in tune without fail

One fair maiden caught the young boy's eye
Upset his stomach and made him think he could fly
Love at first sight he was sure
A pain he could not yet endure
He told his parents he had to say goodbye

His mother and father had one more story to tell
Of how they said goodbye and did it well
Father gave a ring
The wedding bells would sing
So they gave him that ring and made his heart swell

Lorenzo Martine the magnificent went out that night
To show the maiden the ring in the best light
But she declined the ring of his mother
For she was in love with another
So Lorenzo left fair Verona...after a fair fight
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@HanabiraNice. Now let's get some roleplaying done.
@Hanabira

Hey, better to work on your education first and play games second. How do you think you did?
As Johnson's hand reached out towards Victor a protrusion of brown fuzz extended out from behind his back. Both ears and now a tail perked up on Victor as his eyes turned towards Johnson's introduction. It took a noticeable moment before he even moved. With Johnson's hand still hanging in the air, Victor began to mumble something. It seemed he was thinking very carefully about what to say, a concerned look growing on his face as he turned to the floor of the carriage.

"I'm..."

"I'm Victor..."


Victor looked up and away for a moment to make a quick scan of the carriage. He caught the pirate's boots, the twin's sitting side by side, the bare feet girl, messed-up-face-chick, the dress wearing young lady, and then the wheels of that artist's wheelchair made him turn away quick. Victor did not want her to glare at him anymore. Finally he looked back towards Nils and Johnson only now noticing a hand still hanging in the air. Beginning to fall now maybe?

"...Oh, I'm so very sorry."

He reached his hand out and shook Johnson's with a remarkably firm gripped shake and reconstituted composure.

"Very nice to meet you. You said you were Beauty and the Beast's child?"
I'd wait, but you can probably type a rough draft and just post it later
Victor's ears twitched in Nils's direction when he called himself the "vanquisher of wolves" and he knew this was the son of a pig. Not surprising considering how loud and obnoxiously he devoured Johnson's offering right beside him. This also probably meant a difficult relationship between him and Nils. Parent's problems seemed to be hereditary. Everyone else was quite silent apart from some phone clicking and...pencil scratching? Victor raised his head just high enough to peak over his bag and see who was the artist among them. The young lady in the wheelchair had a sketch forming in front of her, but he could not see it from this angle. For a minute Victor tried looking at her eyes to try and catch its reflection, heart racing at the thought that those deep, determined pupils could look back at any moment.

Then the cart stopped. The single door on the carriage, left of Victor, flung open and a young boy who looked like he needed a peg leg started to step in. When he asked for a seat, Victor started to shuffle himself to the right closer to Johnson and Nils. That sardine feeling was coming back. Then he made a small nod to the new window seat he had created to his left.

Victor scanned the children to see what they might think of this, and saw the girl in the wheelchair glaring in his direction. His eyes shot down, and he began to set his head back on his bag as to hide the red that was surely lining his face. Did she catch him staring? Did she know the whole time?
@KatherinWinter

Unless we're farther along by the time I get back to a keyboard, my next post will probably be about scooting over to give you a seat if nobody beats me to it. I'll try to have it up within the next 6 hours but it may take me 12 - 18. Should be before tomorrow though.
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