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Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

Titus stood among the crowded venue, letting the music that was being played roll over him. Any other night he would have woven his way to the nearest source of a drink and listened from there, with a glass of something clutched in his hand, but right now a small voice in the back of his head told him to wait, to stay here among the mass of humanity, yet he couldn't remember precisely why that was. Still whatever it was seemed important enough that he should heed the nagging little voice, even if he let the slightly concerned look (that came to him whenever he forgot something important) slip onto his face.

No more than a moment later he felt a tap on his shoulder, turning slightly Titus saw that the gesture belonged to a young man somewhere in his late 20's, he had a slight smirk on his face as the immortal turned his attention to him. "Whats with the scowl, the music not sitting right with you?" The man semi yelled, his voice being drowned out by the music and other ambient sounds

Titus quickly shook his head, and swapped the scowl he apparently had for a more impassive look "No no, it quite good actually. I do like that the band seems to have a sort of cohesion that I haven't seen in..." Titus's voice trailed off as a feeling began to spread up his arm, a slow burn that emanated from his wrist, warming the flesh and bone as if he had stuck it near a low fire. "I..I.. think I have to" Titus stammered, his words failing him for the first time in a long time as he looked back at the young man.

His acquaintance only grinned back and patted Titus on the shoulder "Dont worry about it, I understand." And without a second word stood back from the immortal, turning to look back at the stage with only a last side glance at Titus, who only nodded in thanks as he began to extract himself from the crowd. As he backed out Titus slowly undid the straps of his watch, snatching the timepiece's face away to expose the never changing tattoo that now throbbed with heat in time with his heartbeat, which was itself rising to settle somewhere in his throat. With the watch out of the way, Titus traced his eyes across the inked roman numerals and finally the name, the name he had read a hundred times yet still felt new to him "Avralyn".

So engrossed was he with the sudden development, Titus didn't realize, or see the young woman before it was to late. It wasn't enough force to knock him, or her, over by any means, but the shoulder bump was certainly enough to jar Titus out of his silent contemplation and back to reality.

Quickly catching himself he turned to the young women, his face caught in a sheepish expression "I..I am so sorry miss, I did not see you there. My fault completely, I really should be more careful in the future." As he apologized Titus quickly made note of the person he was talking to, she was young being 22 at the most he would say, with heterochromatic eyes, and swirling tattoos. He nervously played with his undone watch in his right hand as time seemed to move like cold syrup, and the warm burn from his wrist never stopped.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Musoka Very nice work there!

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

post being worked on

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Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

my bet is much caffeine

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post is up, hopefully its alright

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

The small office was dimly lit, most light coming from the small desk lamp that sat slightly precariously on the corner of the desk that was positioned oddly off to the side of everything, facing a wall. It's surface was cluttered with various stacks of paper, pens, and currently the resting head of the immortal that sat in the chair behind the desk.

Letting out a small groan Titus lifted his head to look down at the paper in front of him, a short single page length thing scrawled over in red ink. Reaching out he took hold of a sharp tipped fountain pen that had rolled some ways down the length of the desk. Uncapping it Titus wrote on the top of the page "Redo and hand in again" and moved the page to a pile to his left. He was about to grab another paper when his eye caught the glint of the blood red ink on the small 3 page packet. Sighing he capped his pen and leaned back muttering quietly "Iv'e told them three times now not to use red. Or was that last years class... Have I even told this one?" He paused in his moment of confusion, a slightly worried look crossing his face before he finally resolved to just tell his students the next time he saw them.

Placing his pen once more on the desk Titus rose from his seat, a yawn breaking free as he did so. Stepping away from the chair he crossed the linoleum floor of his office, finding the light switch with a practiced reach in the dark and flipping it to turn on the overhead light. As light flooded the room it revealed that the state of it was an almost mirror of the desk with various shelves sitting here and there on the walls, and down the middle of the room, each filled with books or small trinkets the spanned ages. Yet there was a sense of order to the chaos, an almost chronological progression that played out on the shelves, but Titus ignored all of it as he slowly walked back to his desk. Pulling a chain that hung from under the lamp he turned it off and gathered a couple of things, a key ring, couple pens and the like, ending with a simple grey jacket which hung on the back of his chair.

As he left Titus double checked that he turned off the light and locked the door before swinging his jacket on and walking out of the building, offering a small conversation to the janitorial staff that had begun their work in the hallway. As he emerged into the night air an electronic beep sounded from his left wrist. Lifting it up he saw it was the watch that he wore face down was pulsing a low green light, which oddly enough made him grin "Left before the alarm again, guess I need to reset it." As he moved his hand he almost missed the numbers that were just barely visible from underneath the watch-face. A set of what looked like letters, that he made no effort to read them again as the information they contained had been read a hundred times over.

So instead he thrust his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, he had heard about a venue that had live music tonight from some of the students, and supposedly it was going to be a fairly good show. Clicking on the phones display, and with a few thumb strokes he brought up directions to the place (throughout all the years in the city the ever changing layout still threw him sometimes) and some information about it, "Huh a vampire venue, should prove interesting and its not to far. Wonder if they still don't mind me wandering around." Clicking off the display he se of though the main entrince , his shoes making a clacking sound on the tiled floor of the large main floor before he exited the building, joining the main street and found himself once more blending in with the natural hum of the city.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

Post is on the way, I got a good way through it but had to go to work :/

Still what that means is that it will be up asap when I get home

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

Didja know that Russians, in WWII, often rushed the enemy?

So Russians are rushin' to the target
:D
The Czech go and check things out before hand
...and that's all I got rn

@WilsonTurner

... that was very punny

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

Name: Titus Gaius Telomi (though he goes by Titus Smith normally)

Age: Whenever asked this, his answer is always to smile and say that his mother was a Sabine, and let the questioner fill in the blanks. However he looks around 37

Gender: Male

Appearance/Looks:

Titus stands around 6'00'' and seems to be of an almost military build

Species: Human "True" Immortal

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Likes : Teaching, collecting various "worthless" trinkets, dabbleing in HEMA, reading, people watching, art and history museums

Dislikes: secrecy, needless loss, driving, sports

Bio: Born at the turn of an age, Titus spent his early years in a young city in the midst of a war between his mother's people and his fathers. In fact his earliest memory was that of two armies, poised to fight and soak the fields of the young city in blood. The only thing that stopped them was a group of mothers and their children that came between them. After that the city grew as Titus did, its span reaching out to cover the seven hills upon which lay its roots, stone buildings replaced the wooden structures and the population swelled, a new people being born out of the two old that once lived. But through all this time Titus remained, both friends and family coming and going, leaving the now man behind. Still he stayed in the city, watching it and it's people grow, he fought in all three of the wars with her neighbors to the south and for a short time put himself under the command of a man named Julius in what would become France.

But as history marched on, so to did Titus, eventually leading to him leaving the heartland of the now great nation to explore her outer reaches. It is from here any record of Titus becomes blurry, yet oddly unified. Over the coarse of the next few hundred years only glances of him show up in any records, all referring to a man of his same build and height, name changing with his clothes and the times. He appears in artwork from time to time, this travailing man, always in the background though, and always one needs to look hard to find him, almost as if he prefers it that way.

And to Titus this was the way he wanted it, though supernaturals were out in the open, he wanted none of the attention that follows one who is untouched by time. Not only that, but he found a certain pleasure in watching the world grow from his pale anonymity. Eventually, around sixty years ago, Titus found himself employed at a local collage teaching a small electives class "The hidden world of supernaturals and the Ancients". He also spends some time and funds in research on his immortality as it seems shared by very few, and was not exhibited by his immediate family (mother and father), though due to lack of time constraints this project is regularly put on the back burner.

Occupation: Professor/Researcher

Country of Origin: Technically Italy

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Hopeful, yet apprehensive. Titus oddly enough has never met his soulmate, his tattoo remaining a jumble of Roman numerals that act as the date, which means that this is new to him, and new is both an exciteing thing and a slightly fightening one for an immortal.

Soul mate: N/A