Red_massa

Lantern

I just wanted to state that;
A) My post is based on that Talan had already taken off.
B) I posted this from my phone and apologize that it's not as neat or proof read as well as I normally do.
C) Glad that you are back Drew and glad you enjoyed your Con. :)

Lantern

Simon had never actually watched anyone die before, let alone been killed by another. The whole length of time that he worked with his father he had never seen anyone pass away, his father would usually know when it was coming and would send him to a different room. However Simon could always feel when they had passed away, he could sort of sense when the spirit had left the body and transitioned to a different plain. This was the most horrible thing that he has witnessed, and the worst part was that it was partially his fault for speaking to the rabbit.

As much as he had never liked Tyaelaem to begin with he was starting to slightly warm up to him, but only slightly. It was like that feeling when slowly realize that your enemy could more than likely be a friend in disguise. While Simon stood hanging onto the branch completely dumbfounded one tear found its way to the corner of his eye and managed to break free. The one tear had rolled all the way down Simons cheek until it became heavy and left his chin falling down to the ground landing on Tyaelaems hand that was completely lifeless unlike the bodies previous personality. Simon had slowly began the descent down the tree that Tyaelaem had brought him upon. When he was halfway down the tree he noticed that there was a shadow that had been standing over where the lifeless body had been lying on the ground, half looking over it and half protecting it. Simon felt this way because no other shadows had ventured near the body since it remained motionless.

When Simon got to the base of the tree he briskly made it over to the body and touched his hand and though it hadn't nearly been that long it was ice cold to the touch. He had gotten a much closer look at the face that he had always wondered what was underneath of the mask but never thought it would be in this fashion. Simon sat down and pulled the childish figure into his arms, Simon had began to wonder how his father had went through having to see people die back at his apothecary shop. This was only one but it had shook Simon to his very core. When Simon had a few moments to regain his composure he noticed that the shadow had still been where it had been since his untimely demise. Simon looked over to the shadow and whispered as loud as he could manage his voice to go "I'm sorry Tyael". That was when he remembered seeing a flower in the crook of a tree and figured that he would seek their significant use since most of the flowers that seemed to stick out had had a special benefit. He wasn't completely sure about what it was going to be but he decided to just go for it.

Right before he had tried to draw upon the power of this new flower he figured he would try one more thing before hand. Simon looked upwards and took a deep breathe. Lord of Shadows! The evil that has done this needs to be brought Justice, the princess Anise needs to see the accurate events that have just occurred. Grant me this wish and I shall owe you a favour." Simon now sat next to Tyaelaems body and a shadow that he assumed was his also. He had brought the flower into both of his cupped hands and wondered what sort of thing that he would have to do to 'active' this flowers abilities.

Lantern

@Mokley I know this will sound random but I think if you wrote a book it would be absolutely awesome given your fantastic writing style!

Lantern

As Simon slipped the mask over his face and he almost didn't have to wait for his arms to get tired since the shock of the change in his vision almost knocked him out of the tree itself. Why hadn't he noticed this the first time he slipped the mask in the cavern underneath the waterfall, was it because he didn't have his glasses on to see properly or was it because it was nighttime and he was sitting inside the cavern. Whatever it was it was a extremely strange but interesting change, he thought he might be able to get used to this. He could see and feel things that were abnormal to his usual senses, he noticed there was a keyhole on the trunk of a tree near the commotion down below. He could feel that he was being watched by few and noticed by many. He could see what he assumed was spirits because of how carefree that they moved given the giant man, a masked wolf boy and a pirate that had only been a few mere feet away.

Simon had spotted a few flowers down below and he figured that he would collect a few of them since any of the flowers that he has collected so far have had well interesting properties so far. Given what he has seen so far and what Tyaelaem had told him he felt like that could become useful if he could figure out their true purpose. Simon was trying to scope out a path to see what branches would be able to hold his weight as he tried to make climb down this tree.

Right as Simon thought that he had spotted a good path to take he hear that angelic voice once more. This time without insightful information depending on how you looked at it. "

He watches you fondly Simon, What is your wish "

Lady of the Pond

Simon felt this might he a little bit of a loaded question but he thought about it for a second and he wanted to make sure that Anise didn't get anywhere to crazy without anyone observing her irrational actions of late. "There actually is something that I do wish, I wish that the moody princess could be stopped in a non-fatal fashion. In return of this favour I will offer you a tribute, I will offer you the eye-sight of the Pirate Rhea"

Just as he had made this wish Tyaelaem had launched himself from the tree landing on top of Talan followed by grabbing him by the throat. Simon sat in the tree and jumped down one set of branches; he would have liked to be right behind the rabbit but he didn't want to place himself in direct danger since there was no telling how either party would react. When Simon had it on the branch he scuttled down the branch and focused as hard as he could on Tyaelaem and whispered hoping that it would be audible to the large ears of the rabbit. "Tyaelaem don't take out the Wolf, he isn't nearly as useful here without information however accurate or corrupt it may be. Go for the pirate the one who is feeding him such extremely contradicting information Ty." all Simon could do was wait now.

Ink On Your Soul

The sound of two vehicles making contact nearly scared the life out of the half asleep who seemed to have dozed off while standing in the cafe. It had startled him which resulted in his freshly poured coffee escaped his grip and spilled over his wrist and caused extreme pain to shoot through his wrist. It wasn't until he started to clean the coffee off of his wrist that he noticed that it was starting to glow as well. Given that he was at the scene of an accident with a population that seems to be extremely nosy, Given that he was in New York he was surprised how anybody had stopped instead of living their hustle and bustle lifestyles.

Pavel had been used to being around large groups of people 5 days of the week but on what could possibly be the day that changes the rest of his life forever he was slightly nervous today..This was especially the case since he wasn't sure if the tattoo date was really month.day.year or day.month.year. Looking at the date I guess both could have been viable options. Given how many people were ordering items and how slow it was because of the accident out front Pavel decided that he would just retire the idea of getting another coffee for the road. He looked around to see if anyone gave him butterflies in the stomach or that when he looked at them it made his tattoo burn more than it did before.

Pavel decided to step outside to get some fresh air since he didn’t know if it was the amount of people in the cafe or if it was the sensation of knowing that his soul mate was nearby. When he stepped outside he knew why there was so many people staring at the accident that had occurred. There was a late 70’s Jimmy that had crumpled up a nice little Porsche, the value difference between the two was so large that it was slightly ironic that the two would form a collision.Given how easily it was to lose an amazing car as shown by this example Pavel definitely wasn’t going to be taking his Chevelle out for a drive to the sports store to get his kickboxing gear. He was going to have to check online to see if it was close enough to walk or if he was going to have to take a “delightful”journey in a NY taxi. However before he headed home he needed to use the washroom and he guessed the cafe was a viable option as any.

Ink On Your Soul

What date is this first day where we all are meeting? I was hoping something under the 12th day of the month and not the month and day having the same numeric value (Like January 1st is 1.1 & December 12th is 12.12 etc etc) Just being nit picky sorry

Ink On Your Soul

Pavel had just finished his last set of the nightclub Ceilo as he walked out of the nightclub that was now early morning outside as opposed to when he entered while it was dark out. He had stopped at the coffee shop just a few buildings down the road to get a two cream sugar coffee as he started his small walk. Pavel does own a vehicle but he didn't want to leave his red 69' Chevy Chevelle SS outside at night especially with the types of crowd that typically frequented his place of work. Ahhh the nice fresh air felt nice after being inside of the club with tons of people grinding to the beats that he drops.

Pavel was covered in tattoos the only place that he really didn't have any was his neck and arms but his chest, back and legs are covered in them. The only one that was on his arms is one tattoo on his wrist, of someones name that he hadn't put there himself but randomly appeared there one day. The date was getting near that was inscribed on his wrist. His mysterious tattoo hasn't done anything weird since it is randomly appeared.

He was halfway home before he had stopped for another coffee at his second regular coffee shop for another two cream two sugar. He had been thinking lately of how he was going to meet his soul mate since he didn't really break routine since nothing really peaked his interests. He was thinking of taking some kickboxing classes since he usually had mornings or evenings off, whichever he chose. He was walking down the street in his 'Fuck Bitches, Smoke Weed, Eat Cereal' T-shirt that he occasionally wore to work, from a selection of other similar shirts. So he hoped that his significant other was going to pass him on a different day or had a twisted sense of humor like him. I guess it is time for him to go to the mall to get some gear if he was going to start kickboxing classes.

Ink On Your Soul

Name : Pavel 'The Mink' Vladiminkov

Age : 23

Gender : Male

Appearance/Looks :

Pavel

Species : Human

Sexual Preference : Heterosexual.

Likes : Electronic Music; Steak; Soccer;
Outdoors; Alcohol; Coffee; MMA; Driving.

Dislikes : Complete silence; Being bored; Losing Money from gambling; Dentists & Doctors; Owls; Foxes.

Bio : Pavel had been born in Russia where he we raised until he roughly 16 years of age. Which was when he became noticiblely more mischevious; getting into fights on the soccer pitch, day drinking at school, spiking the teachers morning coffee just to name a few. However when his parents had enough of his actions they had decided to have him go live with his two elder twin brothers along with their uncle.
For the first little bit he had a tough time adjusting to the North American culture which gave him something to focus himself on which may have been the reason that he had toned down the mischievous nature down. He had lived with his brothers and uncle up until the point in time when they had decided to go back to Russia since they had a well thought out idea to open their own business. This was when Pavel had to make the difficult decision of whether to go back to Russia after being in Colorado for the past 6 years or stay in the United States.

As much as he had loved Moscow in Russia, Pavel had decided to stay in the States but to move to a different one. Recently he had been captivated by the electronic music genre and he had researched that New York City has some pretty great clubs. He was really torn between New York and Los Angeles but NY had cooler temperatures that he was more accustomed to. Once he got to New York not really knowing anyone at first he spent a lot of time practicing how to mix awesome beats. He one day hopes to be a producer of EDM but until then he is perfectly happy DJ'ing at Cielo.

Occupation : Club Disk Jockey

Country of Origin : Moscow, Russia

Feelings about meeting their soul mate : The mixed emotions of finding his soulmate leave him torn a little inside. He fears that they won't enjoy the same things or even dislike one of his favorite things to do. He also worries about their taste in music since he is a club DJ. Don't get him wrong he is however excited to find them but ever since the day he noticed the tattoo it had never changed one yet.

Ink On Your Soul

@Morte Angelis

Just wanted to let you know my bio is finished :)

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<- My poor, adorable fox.

@Serenia

*Pets fox on the head with a hand attached to a 5 foot pole*

Ink On Your Soul

Freshly updated!

Name : Pavel 'The Mink' Vladiminkov

Age : 23

Gender : Male

Appearance/Looks :

Pavel

Species : Human

Sexual Preference : Heterosexual.

Likes : Electronic Music; Steak; Soccer;
Outdoors; Alcohol; Coffee; MMA; Driving.

Dislikes : Complete silence; Being bored; Losing Money from gambling; Dentists & Doctors; Owls; Foxes.

Bio : Pavel had been born in Russia where he we raised until he roughly 16 years of age. Which was when he became noticiblely more mischevious; getting into fights on the soccer pitch, day drinking at school, spiking the teachers morning coffee just to name a few. However when his parents had enough of his actions they had decided to have him go live with his two elder twin brothers along with their uncle.
For the first little bit he had a tough time adjusting to the North American culture which gave him something to focus himself on which may have been the reason that he had toned down the mischievous nature down. He had lived with his brothers and uncle up until the point in time when they had decided to go back to Russia since they had a well thought out idea to open their own business. This was when Pavel had to make the difficult decision of whether to go back to Russia after being in Colorado for the past 6 years or stay in the United States.

As much as he had loved Moscow in Russia, Pavel had decided to stay in the States but to move to a different one. Recently he had been captivated by the electronic music genre and he had researched that New York City has some pretty great clubs. He was really torn between New York and Los Angeles but NY had cooler temperatures that he was more accustomed to. Once he got to New York not really knowing anyone at first he spent a lot of time practicing how to mix awesome beats. He one day hopes to be a producer of EDM but until then he is perfectly happy DJ'ing at Cielo.

Occupation : Club Disk Jockey

Country of Origin : Moscow, Russia

Feelings about meeting their soul mate : The mixed emotions of finding his soulmate leave him torn a little inside. He fears that they won't enjoy the same things or even dislike one of his favorite things to do. He also worries about their taste in music since he is a club DJ. Don't get him wrong he is however excited to find them but ever since the day he noticed the tattoo it had never changed one yet.