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Steam

"Family name, my mother named me after her father who was named after his father and so on and so forth, if I was female my name would have been Elisa, my grandmothers name."

Steam

Moe had walked to the place he was staying for the night, an old run down hotel in the downtown area, fucking hell he was a god but he lived like a rodent. He didn't mind much though, but he could hear the people next door to him having very loud sex, and that was really putting him off. He would have buried his head in the pillow to block out the sound but the pillow was slightly yellow and he didn't trust it.
Also putting him off, his phone had made a buzzing, he didn't have friends who would be contacting h-, of course, Ally.
He wasn't about to ignore him, maybe he could be distracted by texting enough to the point where he couldn't heart loud grunting and moans from next door.
"hey old man!! Its ally the guy who ruined your sweatshirt with stolen coffee."

You didn't really ruin it if I'm being honest, stained, yes. But, not ruined. Nothing some hard manual labor and elbow grease can't fix."
He sent the text before adding on.
And, old man? I'm 20. Hardly an old man.
He had to at least try and make it seem like he wasn't as fucking old as he really was.

Steam

Passionate and ill-tempered, reminded Moe of someone else who had been close to him, no, he couldn't be thinking of people like that now- best to distract himself. He was only half listening when he heard Ally request to have his phone number, this was a much more difficult question that Ally probably- no- most definitely didn't realize.
If he gave him his number, if he hung out with this odd boy, if he became close to him, befriended him, shared with him little or all of his secrets, he would become attached, as he so often did and being a god becoming attached was never a good idea. Moe outlived everyone he ever met, so, he tried his best not to meet anyone, he hated having to deal with that heartbreak, he knew it was a cowards move- to be alone all your life rather than face heartbreak, but he couldn't help himself.
But, before he could let his better judgment turn down Ally, he just nodded then grabbed a napkin, a pen out of his pocket, wrote down his phone-number and left without another word, already regretting his decision.

Steam

"Yes, I think you're quite noble, not many people would stand up for someone in need, I know I for one would never have been able to." He admitted, he made be an all powerful god, but, he was a coward, he stayed out of trouble if he could avoid it and only confronted people he could talk down, he saw that man who had sexually harassed the woman as a lost cause.
When Ally asked what he wanted to eat he just said, "Anything as long as it's cold." rather blankly, he hardly tasted food anymore so he didn't care much what he had, but he couldn't have hot foods- too much and it could hurt him, melt his insides or something.

Steam

"Holy shit." Moe said as the scene unveiled, he didn't even have the chance to stand up and help because one second he was stunned by Ally's words, seeing as how this boy looked like he couldn't even hurt a roach without crying, and the words coming out of his mouth seemed like they were coming from someone else, Moe wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't had been sitting right there watching the whole thing unfold.
And then the next second, the man had thrown Ally against a wall and ran off.
He didn't even get the chance to stand up and help out before Ally had stumbled back to their seat, stuck some napkins up his nose and then winked at him with an egotistical remark.
"Of course, but you'd look a lot 'hotter' without blood covering your face." Moe said, looking at Ally with concern filled eyes, probably one of the first emotions he had shown other than bitterness.
"That was stupid to do, noble, daring, but stupid." He added, of course he didn't approve of the sexual harassment that man had displayed, in fact it sickened him, but Ally had been at least a foot short than him, it had been a stupid move.

Steam

"Interesting way to start a conversation." Moe said dully, obviously Ally wasn't one to hold back information, Moe would keep that in mind, he walked into the restaurant, a sullen look on his face as he usually wore.
"Please, say 'Mir, if you would." He said, looking at Ally and correcting him on the male-gendered "sir" pronoun, he usually went by They/them/their and 'Mir in the "sir/ma'am" addressing.
"'Sir is a very monogendered pronoun."
Most people would just shrug it off, but Moe had lived through 200+ years of being called "sir" and finally in this modern age he was able to correct people on misgendering him without being burned at the stake, beaten to death, or killed in some way or another, he wasn't going to be afraid of who he was.

Steam

Moe blinked, slightly questioningly, then just nodded solemnly, taking the boys hand he only shook it for a brief moment, not wanting Ally to catch wind of his icy flesh, he didn't respond to the jab on his 'old fashioned' name, because it was truly old fashioned, seeing as how he was over 200 years old.
"Alright, fine. If it'll make you feel better you can take me to dinner." He said, his voice ever-quiet and slightly angry, even if he wasn't angry in the slightest. He didn't need to eat, he could, he just didn't need to. Being an immortal god had it perks, such as, he hadn't had to take a shit in 200 years.

Steam

Moe ran down the ally, much to his dismay the other boy was following him, also to his dismay the ally he had turned down was a dead end, fuck.
"I just want to know your name, at least? Humor me?"
Fine, telling the kid his name wasn't going to kill him.
"I'm Mortimer." He said quietly, his voice was as icy as his appearance, he didn't mean it to be it just was.
"Or, Moe if you prefer."

Steam

Moe usually spent his time being a loner hipster in one way or another, from hanging out in coffee shops to going to the park to make chalk drawing on the sidewalk, he was rather pretentious but would never object to a "draw a kitty!!" request from a child, so at least he had that. But, today after causing a snow in the downtown area (because one of the downtown area school teachers had pissed him off by calling him a "emo punk", and he wanted to fucking bury that guys car in snow, so he did) he just wanted to go home, or, what he called his home as of the moment.
He traveled a lot, so cheep motels, trees, and friendly peoples tree-houses were his homes.
Right now, he was walking down the street, not really paying attention, as cold air that he didn't even feel ruffled his hair and his old sneakers clapped against the pavement, one second he had looked up to let his glasses fall back in place, as they had slipped down his nose, and the next second someone had bumped into him. This would be no big deal but there was a brief feeling of hotness, a weight on him, the sound of sizzling and then a nervous/apologetic voice.
"Oh my god I am so so so so sorry I didn't see you then I ran into you and I spilled my coffee all over you and oh my god your sweatshirt jesus fuck I'll replace that but first why is your chest producing steam?"

Moe would have been sweating right now if he could sweat.
"I uh-." He stuttered, when taken by surprise he wasn't the best at speech, he looked up at the hand that the black haired boy was offering him, the flight or fight part of his brain was leaning towards flight.
"Fuck."
He rolled onto his stomach and used his legs to push himself forward, then sprinted forward, bumping into someone else and tripping again, this time scratching his knee quite badly on the pavement, he stood up again calling out a "sorry!" to the person he had bumped into and turning a corner to hide in an ally.

Steam

Name:
Mortimer (Moe) Crystal

Age:
254 but physically 20

Gender:
Agender
(sex: male)

Sexuality:
Pansexual (with a strong leaning towards males)

Description:


Personality:
A little standoffish and distant at first but let him warm up to you (while that is physically impossible) he will be more open about his true feelings, although he doesn't like to admit it he's kind of a crybaby and can get too attached to people, he acts as if he doesn't care but will become easily distressed if even his enemy gets hurt, he dislikes a lot of people but his facade will crumble the second anyone gets hurt- then he will be the first to help them. But he'll betray even his closest friends to protect the one person he loves.
He has quiet an ego but a terrible self esteem, he used to have a terrible self esteem and he's working on it, but, he can be easily hurt when people comment, not so much on his appearance but more on his personalty, he understands he's a terrible person, don't need to point it out.
He's rather even tempered, hardly losing his temper unless he really needs to get angry, and nothing gets him more angry than people calling him "it", other than that he's usually level headed.
He doesn't talk much, responding in mostly "okay"s and "yeah"s, but if provoked he can talk a mile a minute, but mainly he likes to listen to other people speak, he likes to learn things about other people because he's already lived his life in his eyes, and learning about other peoples lives fascinates him.

Bio(Optional):
(does anyone even DO these if theyre optional?)

Powers(If any):
Being the sage/god/ect of winter he has powers as such
-Creating frost
-Creating wind
-Creating snow
probably more undiscovered stuff.

Other(Talents, hobbies, notable things, etc.):
Singing and art are all he's really good for, and their not even his talents more something he picked up from having to make magic winter music and ice art.