Cremator simply opened his amber eyes, instantly widening them in shock and pain before they regained their wistful, half-lidded stare. His mind went through multiple files, topics, and folders, before he calmed down his brain and logically thought things through, utilizing his senses. He was standing inside of a cylinder object - a pod, he realized, and in front of him he saw nothing but large, empty space, the sound of others' heartbeats, and heavy breathing. The Cremator clenched his right hand, regaining the feeling inside the appendage, before clenching his left and shaking his legs and feet. Instinctual knowledge was beginning to formulate inside his head, along with the familiar cold voidness that he felt inside of his coma-like sleep.
"This is an interesting development..." He muttered, his voice deep and quiet. A small push forced him to calmly walk out of the pod, and straightened his body, instantly noticing the other lifeforms around him.
"..." His sharp amber eyes began examining the two with cold detachment, his first instinct to meeting unfamiliar, yet, for some reason, familiar individuals.
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Hello, welcome. Call me Soul. I also enjoy Skyrim, so if I manage to find a Skyrim RP then I'll be sure to tell you.
Welcome to the forums.
Welcome to the forums.
Er, thanks for the info...I guess.
"Yeah...get out before I force you out."
Devon crossed his lean arms across his chest, mentally cursing the Starbucks uniform for making him seem less intimidating. He wasn't even that intimidating in the first place, regardless, but it was the sort of muffling black aura that surrounded his exotic form. Standing at approximately 6 feet, with a muscular, yet lean build, long, feathery black hair, and crimson eyes...well, not a lot of people opted to mess with him whenever he was feeling any sort of annoyance.
The tall biker guy, complete with the stereotypical bald head and brown beard, merely gave the shorter male a glare. They both stood right in front of Starbuck's cashier counter, with Devon casually leaning against the table, and Biker Guy cracking his brawny muscles intimidatingly. A waitress sat on the floor, hot coffee spilled on her lap, and tears beginning to fill her eyes, but she quickly scrambled up and hid beside two middle-aged men once Devon gave her a 'DF are you doing' face. It was obvious to see that the Biker Guy shoved her down for some reason.
"Or what? You're going to spill coffee in my eyes?" The Biker sneered, walking forward and getting into Devon's face, the smell of booze and coffee on his breath. Devon never realized why people drunk alcohol - or why they stuff their face into your face during the fight. He quickly glanced around. Only a few people were in the Starbucks, watching the event from the safety of their comfortable booths. Screw it.
He shoved the man away, pushing off of the counter and raising a hand into the air.
"You have Three Seconds. Three."
"Yeah right, I'm about to beat your a-"
"Two."
"Wha-"
"One." Before the Biker could even say a word, Devon had crossed the small amount of distance that separated the two, his form seemingly a darkened blur. His pale fist buried itself deep into the burly's man ribcage with an obvious *CRACK*, most-likely completely crushing the bones. As the man began falling limp over his arm, Devon pushed his body off and released a swift, yet powerful snap kick towards his unconscious face, turning the bones there into mush, and sending him flying right out of the doors of the café.
"Anyone want a refill?" Devon asked, turning towards the shocked, and wincing, onlookers. No one said a word, and the boy shrugged, sliding over the counter and settling, once more, into his tall chair behind the register. Just another annoying day...
Devon crossed his lean arms across his chest, mentally cursing the Starbucks uniform for making him seem less intimidating. He wasn't even that intimidating in the first place, regardless, but it was the sort of muffling black aura that surrounded his exotic form. Standing at approximately 6 feet, with a muscular, yet lean build, long, feathery black hair, and crimson eyes...well, not a lot of people opted to mess with him whenever he was feeling any sort of annoyance.
The tall biker guy, complete with the stereotypical bald head and brown beard, merely gave the shorter male a glare. They both stood right in front of Starbuck's cashier counter, with Devon casually leaning against the table, and Biker Guy cracking his brawny muscles intimidatingly. A waitress sat on the floor, hot coffee spilled on her lap, and tears beginning to fill her eyes, but she quickly scrambled up and hid beside two middle-aged men once Devon gave her a 'DF are you doing' face. It was obvious to see that the Biker Guy shoved her down for some reason.
"Or what? You're going to spill coffee in my eyes?" The Biker sneered, walking forward and getting into Devon's face, the smell of booze and coffee on his breath. Devon never realized why people drunk alcohol - or why they stuff their face into your face during the fight. He quickly glanced around. Only a few people were in the Starbucks, watching the event from the safety of their comfortable booths. Screw it.
He shoved the man away, pushing off of the counter and raising a hand into the air.
"You have Three Seconds. Three."
"Yeah right, I'm about to beat your a-"
"Two."
"Wha-"
"One." Before the Biker could even say a word, Devon had crossed the small amount of distance that separated the two, his form seemingly a darkened blur. His pale fist buried itself deep into the burly's man ribcage with an obvious *CRACK*, most-likely completely crushing the bones. As the man began falling limp over his arm, Devon pushed his body off and released a swift, yet powerful snap kick towards his unconscious face, turning the bones there into mush, and sending him flying right out of the doors of the café.
"Anyone want a refill?" Devon asked, turning towards the shocked, and wincing, onlookers. No one said a word, and the boy shrugged, sliding over the counter and settling, once more, into his tall chair behind the register. Just another annoying day...
Awesome. I'm assuming it's around afternoonish? In the RP, I mean.
Oh, so hopefully that doesn't end up being a problem.
Name: Devon
Last name: Hart
Nicknames: None. Some muggers he accidentally forgot to kill sometimes call him 'Demon'.
Age: Twenty-One. (21)
Kinetic ability: Umbrakinesis
Personality: Devon is a sort of calm, laidback smartass that has his lazy tendencies. Although he treats everything at his own speed, and is rather aloof and apathetic to things he doesn't find interesting, he is very, very intelligent, and is very good at coming up with things on the spot. He may seem quiet at times, but that's mostly because he doesn't like talking every minute. Laidback, calm, aloof, and cold. He has times where he's unreasonably brutal, but it's mostly in fights. Shows extreme sociopathic tendencies.
Profession: He simply works at a 24/7 Starbucks, although he's also a part-time vigilante...but it's only when he's bored.
Any spouse/roommates/children: Nope. Thankfully.
Other interesting information: Devon loves candy.
Yo, so is Umbrakinesis taken?
You simply put [im g=LINKHERE]
That's the code. Take the space away from between im and g. Welcome to RPG.
That's the code. Take the space away from between im and g. Welcome to RPG.
Title: Cremator
Gender: Male
Personality: Cremator is a very calm, cold boy who dislikes idiocy with a passion. Although he is still young, he is a lot more mature then most, and could usually be seen as a very sharp and intelligent boy with the wit and brain of a blade. Very calculating and patient, even if he could seem brutal, snappish, and violent when dealing with threats or problems.
TARDIS name: Void Plundering in Time, Space, and Universe - VPTSU
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