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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@CandiBarr I love how your mind works! Great idea!

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Grier V.

“He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.”

A man with an immense seriousness about him. His presence was to be noted as something deep, with intense eyes and not many words. He was a gentleman who studied others without so much as an eyelash bat. His wear was always crisp, hair neatly pomaded and scent of teakwood and mahogany...

Age:
Appears late thirties, early forties.

Gender:
Male.

Rich or Poor?:
Has a more than healthy account...

Power Descriptions:
Superior strength, becomes impressively strong under a full moon... (werewolf).

Skills:
Perfume crafting.
Skilled at making candles and incense.
Makes a delicious chicken dinner.
A man with a refined nose, able to sniff out many impurities.

Personality:
A cool, calculative man who would breeze by the fairest woman in the bar for a chance to smell the roses. Quite figuratively and literally. He'd come across as a dreamer, a man who had his mind on many things at once. Gentlemanly, he certainly has an artful way with words, almost as if they'd been rehearsed to cover up a sharp bite or terrible temper.

Biography:
This is the introduction of another werewolf, born pure from the stories of the Wolf Girl and the Well to Hell. His bloodline is derived directly from her, leaving him quite pure and troubled. He grew up in a house of privilege, where those who climbed to the top often did so by blood and claw with the undercut of knowledge. They were a crafty bunch who weaved their way through the comforts of misty streets and dark woods. When he was of age, he left to start his own legacy and has since forth proven so.

Likes:
Verbal contracts.
Classy women.
Whiskey.
Dictionaries and history books.
Black and blue steak.

Dislikes:
The smell of the undead.
Beer, prefers mead or an iced whiskey.
Warm tea.
Paperwork.

Fears:
The unspoken memory (read: ghost?) of his lost love.
More to be discovered...

Weaknesses:
Strong, offensive odors (cannot stand garlic).
A new moon makes him particularly vulnerable, his strength waxes and wanes with the cycle!
Silver, but only if he harmed by it. Wearing it has no effect.

Other:
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Theme Song:
"Steal Away" by Murder By Death
Alternatively...
"Steam Rising", by Murder By Death

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Working on my gentle-sir... prepare your ovaries. >3

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Snarfulblast Well, I can at least update you on what my character has been doing.

Paisley has retired for the night after having a second glass of wine (assumedly served by your character)!
She had a brief conversation with Arlen, has interest in befriending Lilith and spoke to Liam very briefly as well.
She had to disappear before sun up, otherwise burns and ouch.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@CandiBarr Oooh, not where we are. They do a lot of inspections for upgrading equipment in the houses. They sometimes do so here when we aren't home!

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Paisley was smart. She weaseled herself out of a possible, pointless conversation with a man @Billsomething who'd do nothing but stare at her chest, excused herself from the man (Arlen @Dark Light) who would much rather kill her kind than treat them proper... She ascended the stairs not long after @CandiBarr Lilith made her own way up with the pot-producing man. It was going to be a quiet night. And perhaps... perhaps Sophia's account would not suffer much in the next two days.

And with her second glass of wine emptied, belly warm for a few moments more she began her climb, long fur coat donned once more, suitcase bumping and sinking against her long, bright red dress. She'd take a room if she had to. Of course, the vampire would pay later. The sun would undoubtedly rise soon and she would not be caught in its rays.

The daylight harmed her extensively but would never take her life. She'd parked herself six feet under once, recovering, feeling her skin flake, heal and become fair and freckled again... and again. It was a lesson learned, being very old.

She turned, gave a small curl of fingers goodnight and disappeared into seclusion. Or into the company of someone else, if they wished it to be so... (Follow or meet! I'm open to either.)

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Dark Light @CandiBarr HA! I wish Paisley was wild at heart. Playful, but artfully so. I don't think she'd be caught making out with anyone! I'm not even certain I'm going to affiliate her romantically with anyone. My characters are just heartless assholes. I like them that way. I do think it would be funny if someone did try and attempt something romantic with her. How remote her reaction would be... would be pretty entertaining, I'd think.

Prince of Purrrrrssshaaa, is purreeccious! <3 I love him already. I'll be a future cat lady when I'm able to get a catbaby of my own.
No pet policy where I live. :c I feel like a broken record saying how much I want a cat!

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Dark Light LOL. You're so funny. But um. Um. Take your time feeling a little bit better. :D
I'll probably be introducing a male character soon.... >:3

@CandiBarr THE PRINCE OF PURRSHA. BLESS YOUR SWEET LOVING HEART.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@CandiBarr If I kiss him and he turns into a prince, is he mine, or yours?

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

It baffled her, the attention she received from Liam @Billsomething. Her chest was of modest size, not ample nor lush. At best, Paisley was a woman who knew how to dress right. Fair, light green eyes stared up into where his own would be, should be. "My name is Paisley," she introduced herself with an extension of business card between pretty, white knuckles.

Once he'd accepted it, @Snarfulblast had made her drink fresh and piping hot. What a delightful dwarf. @SkeletonShadow Cat was cast a look of interest. She seemed in need of relief, but the blood in her belly was cool, her abilities faint and unusable. She took the hot crystal glass in her hands and rested the lip against her mouth.

Color drew to them as they warmed. Would it have been best to keep her fur coat on? No, she reminded herself, it was plenty warm in here for everyone else. It would have been a strange indicator of her livelihood if she'd kept it on. She took a sip of the strong snake-named wine and let it sit on her tongue.

A pity. Everything tasted of ash other than blood.