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The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

Cledwynn, at least for a moment, was taken aback and by the utmost of shock. During his time in past lives, he hadn't had many good experiences with bartenders- or, rather, not just bartenders, but communities as a whole. Maybe it was his fault back then, but he'd not seen many positive faces, not ones like the face of the man before him. So this served to be quite the surprise- for this male's smile gave forth such an amicable aura about him. Not only that, but his voice was fittingly soothing too- not in the romantic sort of way, mind, he didn't swing that way.

Not entirely, at least. Not that he quite understood what he preferred. Though, who'd love a ghobot anyway? Yet, that was a monotonous monologue of a sonata for a different day. No one wants to hear about unrequited love that was never reached in the first place. Cledwynn didn't know what love was, anyway.

That aside, Cledwynn's attention was drawn back to the bartender like a tractor beam on an unsuspecting human specimen. Promptly, he let go of the man's hand, trying to avoid holding it for too long like an awkward walkabout.

He thought about what the man said for a moment, especially the line about the drunken telepath. Cledwynn knew immediately who he meant, and he glanced from the corner of his eye at the hulking mass of dragon-like specimen managing to talk to practically everyone at once. From the bartender's tone, Cledwynn deduced three things-

one- that this dragon was intoxicated, and probably heavily so.
Two- that he- it- had to be annoying others at least somewhat.
Three- that this dragon was possibly only a bit of a nuisance WHEN intoxicated.

Cledwynn sure as hell hoped that he was only like that, if he was truly like that, when intoxicated.

He wanted to give a bit of a chuckle at all this, but there was one more line from the man he had to address before he let himself forget. It was the last thing the man said.

Ah, yes. 'What can I get you?'

The words sent a twinge of disdain through his form, though. A frown crept upon his lips. He could even feel his devil's tails straighten out and stiffen via the combination of despair, embarrassment and overly dreadful disappointment he felt at the moment.

"I, uh.."

It was bad enough that he was already evasive to most things. He really disliked doing and saying things that had the chance to cause hubbub. Still, he inhaled, politely placing his hands behind his back.

"I don't have any money.."

He could feel the tails at his upper back droop slightly, laying against his skin. The man before him could say anything. He might ask, 'Well, why are you here if you have no money?' or something similar. Or he could tell Cledwynn flat-out to leave, and while that would be understandable, it wouldn't feel very nice.

His worry was heightened the more people came into the restaurant. A small man clad to the brim in clothing, and a sport jacket-wearing fellow accompanied by a small.. pink..? girl.. to name a few.

For now, Cledwynn ignored their presence.

After all, it was obvious that the drunkard-dragon would certainly occupy them for the time being.

Safe and Unsounded

I'd like to take on a father role , but if not that, then a sister. Father role is the preference here though.

Safe and Unsounded

I'm interested!

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

Before Cledwynn even had a chance to respond, the dragon-like creature began talking to others. A real fireball of the party, that's for sure.

Then again, he wondered where the fun was in talking to someone who responded to a question one hadn't yet asked. Most people, he felt, wouldn't find it sporting to talk to someone that already had the means of knowing way too much about them.

It was means to tick people off.

It could have been a good thing, he figured, especially for people who were easily amazed. It could be the greatest of party tricks.

But here, in this scape, in light of what was going on.. It only made Cledwynn more uneasy about being here. After all he'd been through in past lives, and now he was here, watching the End from within a restaurant of freaks, geeks, and spooks.

Then he remembered that he was all three of those things.

Soon after, more of his boring gazes painlessly and unnoticeably inflicted the others. He just kept examining the other people here. To him, they looked like a normal group.

Then again, by his standards, normal was the new crazy, and freakshows were in. He'd let his eyes be subject to them, and to the Restaurant, and to the End.

All that was left now was what he'd saved for last, the man behind the counter whose name was unknown to the mecha-apparition. But as he looked to the tender of this place, he didn't notice anything even remotely stunning about the man. He was, in all intents and purposes, dreadfully mediocre.

And Cledwynn found that to be awfully wrong, given this place, its residents, its whereabouts.

But he couldn't just go up and ask the man, 'Say, why do you look so normal?'

Even thinking about it now, a person that looked as generic as that could take offense to such a question. Then again, maybe he'd been asked this before. Maybe he had a reason.

Then it came to Cledwynn that maybe he looked so normal to contrast the others he expected would come here. It wasn't likely that he'd just get any usual astronaut. Was it all a big scheme? All part of Mr. Normal's master plan to catch the most attention?

Because if so, he was succeeding in spades. After all, Cledwynn had been staring at the restaurant keeper for some time now, entranced with how normal he was. Perhaps, this polter-bot wondered, he had a normal name too. Like Bob. Or Tim. Or James or Bobby or John or .. or even just Man.

The more he thought about it, though, something like 'Man' or even 'Mr. Man' was definitely bizarre.

Though he was certain that this barkeep had a one-syllable name. His bets were on Bob.

.. He laughed at himself in his head. How crazy were things right now? Here he was, a ghost with metallic prosthetic legs, a beating human heart and fully functional brain, devil's tails stretching from his back as he sat alone, away from some strange abominable dragon, and two girls- one that looked and sounded battle-hardened, the other not-so-much as he sat at a table here in a restaurant at the edge of everything, where atoms somehow both collided and split, where the concept of time could be void. All of this could have been some strange lucid fever dream or a chunk of his insanity gone rogue, turned to sickest reality.

But he was confident that all of this was really happening. It was one for the books, he was sure. Not that he wrote books, anyway. It was certainly an idea to consider, though.

He didn't let it distract him from the fact of everything that was going on and-

Wait, was he STILL staring at the barkeep? Yet, he couldn't help himself. That man was strangely common. Like the base of a Create-a-Hero in a typical MMORPG. Cledwynn's thoughts were led astray and back to this man who he was sure held a name like Tim. Or was it Bob..? He didn't care to remember.

... Or, rather, he couldn't remember. It was almost like he was forced to forget the aspects of the barkeep the moment his eyes were gone. He'd just have to try harder to remember he who looked so commonplace. It was really all he could do.

Besides, it was better than being under the whim of those with telepathy. Granted, it wasn't that dragon's fault for being able to read his thoughts, nor was it Cledwynn's.

It just wasn't very sporting to have one's mind read. There were secrets he wanted to keep.

So, instead, he gathered his ghastly courage and resolve, and practically stomped over to the front stand of the restaurant, saying nothing, but extending his transparent hand to the barkeep.

Nothing like a good handshake to break the figurative ice.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

"... Beg pardon?"

What did he just say? Wait a moment.. what WAS he? She? It. Whatever. The humble ghostagonist's devil's tails slumped before pointing at an angle towards the hulking, dragon-like creature thing that just called his name.

It actually really threw him for a loop. What if he was on a hit list via the god that cursed him, and this restaurant was just a big setup to lure him into a crowd of serial killers out to destroy him piece by piece, maybe for ransom or just the thrill of the kill-

He had to chuckle at this, and he did. His laugh came out as smooth as you would expect it to come from a half-spirit, and it was as shrill yet smooth as anyone could expect. The peculiar thing was that his voice wasn't the same way. He didn't sound demonic normally- perhaps he did that during his confused, somewhat panicked little chuckle to put forth intimidation? One as analytical as Cledwynn had to put forth all plans, as well as contingency plans, even the slightest of blueprints. The cranial ones, anyway. There were no true paper-made blueprints, no written thought processes, not even scrawls of crudely angled numbers scratched onto half-torn sheets of papyrus. Nothing like that. Just a man-ghost-bot and his brain. And his heart too, though it wasn't significant for thought.

Well, it was, but that was beside the point. He decided inwardly that he didn't need to think about that at the moment.

Instead, he shifted, turning his body towards that which had just greeted him.

"How is it that you know my name?"

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

'...Our windows give excellent view of the End, wherever in the Restaurant you are.'

Cledwynn, the half-ghost construct abomination of the stars, read the words upon the panel of glass within his head. An excellent view of the End. The End of the Universe.

There had been stars for miles, and as time glazed over the mechaghost, each star began to look the same, much as how snowflakes, with exposure for years on end, would stop being vivid patterns resembling some old lady's crochet, and would start looking like no more than mere white dots against windows and roofs, combining with the rest of said dots and forming a bland mass of designs that, while intricate at a glance, became dull over time.

Space was no different. And neither was dying. But that was a different story for a different time, perhaps a different timeline and a different world.

If he could find one.

For now, though, his interest was thoroughly collected in spades like heaping pounds of trout flip-flapping against each other, all scooped up in a net the size of a junior mountain. From within, he could already see a few guests, monsters and humans alike. No spirits though.. perhaps, he wondered, there was a policy? 'No shoes, no shirt, no human body, no service'?

He laughed at the joke he told to no one in particular but himself as it resonated in his mind, and for a moment he had to think that no matter how absurd it sounded, it could have been true, even if by odds of 1% to a whopping 99%.

The metaspirit gave another look into the window, and despite having no lungs, he took a deep breath, deep enough to blow an unsuspecting pig's house down- if it were made of hay, at least- and placed a hand to the restaurant's door. He had the thought to barge in and make a dramatic entrance so that it would possibly hide the nervousness that was quickly building up, but he also knew that it could go badly.

Plus it just wasn't his style.

So, instead, he gently pushed the door open without a word.

From within, he could see others with greater detail, and somehow he could see the End of the Universe with much greater clarity.

Thus, as he took a seat for a moment, it was from that point on that he realized that this, this Restaurant of sorts, would certainly take him for a ride like any cordially casual-formal event should. He would of course have to actually talk to someone, or be talked to for that to happen, but he would get to that whenever it was time.

For now, he eyed the very innards of the Restaurant, and its patrons.

For now.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

Name: Cledwynn Magouloura (Cledwynn represents his human counterpart, with Magouloura representing his arcane spirit counterpart.)

Species: One part spirit, one part machine, one part organic human matter. ... It's complicated.

Age: This time, he's 20.

Appearance: Oh boy.. Cledwynn is a complex figure. His lower half is an intricate little concept, his upper.. slightly less so. His upper half is completely ethereal, appearing transparent (only somewhat see-through) to the human eye. This upper half boasts a very strange body type, since though it looks average, it contains three long devil's tails stretching out from it in a triad just below his neck. This is usually covered up though- the tails will wrap around his neck like a choker, or around other body parts to simulate accessories. His hair is ethereal as well, and it appears to look mostly like slow-moving liquid or goo, with its length traveling to just below his upper backbone. The hair cannot cover up the aformentioned neck-tails, however- the tails are not ethereal. The transparent half of his body is still colored like a normal human's, however, and he wears clothes over this- a light blue turtleneck that's just a little too big for him, as well as a pastel purple scarf that's worn loosely around his neck.
And now his lower half.
Cledwynn's lower half, starting at the belly button, is completely mechanical. He has two legs like any other human, but they're fake, made from synthetic steel alloys to simulate real legs. They're well built to get the job done, though there are openings within each joint that allows one to see the intricacies and wiring within. In color, they appear as a worn grey. However, Cledwynn wears black sweatpants over them, possibly to match the "clothes are just a little too big but also kinda poofy" motif. He does not wear shoes, he needs his feet free for propulsion purposes.
Finally, if you were able to peer inside him (which required removing his upper clothing) one would see a beating human heart and a functioning brain. The devil's tails connect to his heart and are a primary source for his ethereal life- they must circulate blood where his (nonexistent) veins cannot, and he risks fading from existence if the tails cannot do this. They are also very sensitive and easily damaged or hurt. His brain and heart can only be seen, however, should he choose to make his form look less visible to the human eye.

Personality: Luckily he has his brain and heart. Cledwynn is a little reserved and tends to be regretful, especially when touching on his memories and curse. For a male, he tends to have a motherly aspect about him, and tends to settle disputes through activities that cause no physical harm, such as playing a fighting game or politely debating over a nice cup of whatever beverage the debatees prefer. However, he can also be rather dense, oblivious, and blunt about how he feels, even if he doesn't have all the information on a given situation. If, though, he has information, he can be very analytical and technical, and it shows in his work with machinery, which did not leave him as he traveled from person to person.

History: Cledwynn lived as many an unknown name. During his first birth he was named Cornelius Nasiade, and grew up as a very pompous and spoiled adult. During this time, he meddled with godly issues by pretending to be a god himself, thereby angering one of the many true gods of his timeline, who in turn inflicted him with not only death, but a curse as well. The Curse of Absent Reincarnation. Cornelius died at the hands of an angry god, but due to the curse, he was reincarnated as someone else unknown to the world. The curse, though he didn't know it yet, was on him eternally- and its purpose was to reincarnate him as someone insignificant every time he died, and have him placed in a random position within the universe with the intent that he would have to suffer the pain of death for eternity. He would also be forced to remember each person he once was, and each time that version of him died. As a sign of amusement, three devil's tails were placed just below his neck as a constant reminder of the curse. Often times he would be placed within something like a wall, or the Sun. Sometimes he'd be placed several meters underwater and die soon after, only to be placed in a desert afterwards. When, finally, he was placed in a somewhat stable living condition, he first consulted another god concerning the curse, and was given an ersatz black magic to fight it. This magic was intended to go directly to him, and it would counteract death and the curse, though he would have to live on as a spirit. Instead, he devoted all his time to creating something that would aid him, which, initially, was a mechanical body that could withstand death, thinking that if he imbued his heart, brain, and the black magic into it, that he could compromise its drawbacks and live forever. During this, though, he contracted an illness that stopped him from working, and decided to end the project early, donning the unfinished mechanical body as his legs. The illness killed him, but thanks to the aforementioned arcane arts, he was brought back as part machine, thanks to the mechanical legs, and part spirit, due to the magical essence in him. In this death, he was brought back in a random part deep within space. Now he lives as Cledwynn Magouloura, a tourist of the worlds, multiverses and stars.

How did you get here?: Quite literally was spawned into space, and found the Restaurant during exploration of the infinite starscape.

Brief description of the world your character came from: Cledwynn lived initially as Cornelius in a reality where regions feuded with one another over both political debates and preferences of which of the several hundred gods to follow.

Hello, all !!

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Hello, all !!

Hello, everyone! I ... don't actually know what to put here.

I've been roleplaying for.. a little under a year now, but as time passed, I wanted to broaden my roleplays because I was growing stagnant (since old RP partners grew thin in number, sadly..) so I came here so I didn't fully lose the ability to pursue a passion of mine.

So again, hi all. Hope to make some good friends and even better stories here !!