||Meyve Angel||
 

Rules:
1. PM your profile to me with your character
2. Once accepted, feel free to post as you please
3. Please respect the site's Terms of Services
4. No godmodding
5. Keep it PG-13/PG-15
6. Sexuality of your character can be other than heterosexual, so homosexual and bisexual characters are perfectly fine (and recommended/encouraged for more plot?)

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This role-play can go many directions depending on the people who decide to participate. It's open to anything fictional, such as demons, vampires and other different types other than human.

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Username: Aledrina
Character name: Vesper
Gender: Male
Age: Mid to late twenties
Type: Human in appearance
Profession: Writer/artist
Hair colour/style: Long blonde hair that is normally piled messily in a ponytail or bun, maybe even a braid if he's feeling energetic
Eye colour: Violet, glasses
Other: He has a few piercings here and there as well as a tattoo hidden about

Modern day...

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In the midst of the loud music, loud sounds, loud people of the city, there was a small "hideaway", an escape of sorts for those who wanted to hide from the music, sounds and people. The bar was run by an older gentleman, secretive and calm as usual bartenders were. Soft and sensual jazz played from hidden speakers, wrapping any customers in a soothing and warm feeling. It was never crowded, regulars coming and going at predictable times. It was, indeed, an escape from the world above...

At night, a particular customer would visit, sometimes for a few minutes and sometimes for a few hours... He was there on this particularly warm night, at the bar with elbows propped on the surface, pale skin almost illuminating... Long blonde hair was piled on top of his head in a messy style, pencils and even a paint brush fashionably placed at the knot... A crimson looking drinking was at his side, dark violet eyes staring down at an empty book through thick yet strangely fitting glasses. From what he wore, it looked as if he had just stumbled out of bed- a long crimson shirt coming passed his waist with a dark loose vest on top, fitted dark jeans under that.. A single piece of jewelry, a violet jeweled earring, hung from his ear, catching the soft light of the bar.

"Vesper, are you still hanging around here when you should be looking for a job?" the bar keeper asked, looking at the eccentric blonde in front of him with worried eyes.

The man didn't look up from the blank page, biting his lower lip with a sigh.... "This is my job..."

"A job that pays, perhaps? You sitting there all mopey and confused is scaring off my customers."

The blonde waved his hand in an elegant wave... "There are no customers, sorry to bust your bubble, old man... No one comes in this late at night...."