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Post by icefire on Jun 13, 2012 0:36:29 GMT -5
Name: Lucifer Richards
Age: 21
Traits: Rich, spoiled, devious, quiet, antisocial (hates people), emotionally deprived, monotone, fancy shmancy
Appearance: He had dark brown/black hair, and olive green eyes. His skin looks more tan in appearance, but not enough to be of a non-caucasian ethnicity. He has the standard lower cheek bones of an englishmen, but his face is still dainty and not broad. His eyes are cold and often emotionless, and you can see the start of frown line wrinkles on his face.
Behavior: He is rude to most people when he does talk, or comes of so robotic that people just leave him alone. His past sparks hate towards close contact with people, leaving him very disconnected to peers and strangers. Wait, he doesn't have any peers. Though he doesn't show emotion, he gets pissed off very easily, and will often throw his emotions into his drinking. He ran away from home at an early age of 16, but still with his parents acceptance. Using his parents wealth, he has his own small house.
History: ^Above^
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Post by maya-bird on Jun 13, 2012 1:15:25 GMT -5
Name: Florence 'Ren' Chambers
Age: 20
Traits:
-Mischievous, bordering on malicious (in terms of witchcraft)
-Brazen in the way she refers to others, when she talks to them
-Can be quiet and thoughtful (i.e. when scheming, hurt, etc.)
-Can be pleasant and friendly, if you get on her good side
Appearance: Ren has shoulder length curly light brown hair, and light gray eyes. She isn't very tall compared to many people, but that suits her just fine. Because she started dabbling at witchcraft at a young age, it has left her with some scars here and there. There are pentagrams branded on the backs of her hands, the marks she was exiled with, which she covers with a pair of fingerless gloves.
History: Ren was always different. She got into witchcraft at a young age, seemingly fascinated with the many outputs of it. Small hexes and incantations, even though helpful because of her innocent youth, greatly frightened the rest of her village. With the witch scare, she was branded, then driven out by her village and even disowned by her own family. This made her resentful and vengeful, so she dove into her craft even more, becoming almost completely consumed by the craft. To this day she practices witchcraft diligently, and waits till the day she can get back at her village.
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Post by icefire on Jun 13, 2012 10:51:08 GMT -5
Lucifer cleanly wiped the blood from the tip of his knife on his handkerchief. This kill they had just made was much cleaner then the first ones. Now the police were on their tail, and they still killed those who opposed them. He looked to Florence, who he refused to call by her nickname because it was informal and unprofessional. The young woman was dragging the man's body off, probably going to perform one of her hexes of servitude on the still living corpse. This man had been one who offended Lucifer in the bar, and decided to start a bar fight with him. Bad idea on his part.
Looking at the girl, he still remembered when they met and got into this whole killing streak.
FLASHBACK
The dimly lit tavern was dark and filled with people, and the acrid stench of cigar smoke. He had ordered his drink from the waiter not to long ago, and he could slightly see him pouring it through the dark haze of smoke. Cigar smoke filled his nostrils again, and he cleared his throat, coughing a tiny bit. This kind of second hand smoke had become familiar to him in his questing away from his parents. The bartender put his glass of 1828 oak cured red wine (20 years old prior to now) on the counter, putting out his hand for the money.
Lucifer took out several coins and gave them to him, leaving a hefty tip, which the bartender tipped his hat to him for. He took a sip from the glass. In the corner of his eye, he saw a dark haired girl sit down next to him. Ladies were usually attracted to him from him upscale appearance, and their questing for money. It was rather queer that a girl of her stature, seemingly one about his age, would sit with him at the bar. Woman usually wouldn't dwell in the bar unless a prostitute, which she seemed not to be. He wouldn't make conversation of course, but she might try to.
Right as he thought this, she turned over to him with a smile, "Hello." She gave him a cheeky grin.
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Post by icefire on Jun 13, 2012 11:04:26 GMT -5
Ren dragged the barely breathing man away, a hex already playing its way into her mind. With a few simple words and the right ingredients, this man would soon serve her and Lucifer both. This man deserved it, picking a fight with both of them when she was already so aggravated. She still needed to get back at the horrible village that had unfairly cast her out, it had already been over a year. Setting the man down gingerly on the floor, as to avoid getting blood on her, she grabbed her woven bag off one of the hooks on the walls, smoothly extracting what she needed. Smiling, Ren went to work. Within the next few minutes the man was babbling, throwing up words, and then blood. He heaved, then coughed, looking up at Ren.
"Master?" His eyes had this vacant look in them. "What are you staring at? Is there something I can do for you?"
Ren chuckled, eyes narrowing slightly. This had went way better than the first time she had actively performed this hex in the field. Staring into the man's sightless, vacant stare, she recalled the first time she had killed with Lucifer.
FLASHBACK
Ren didn't much like bars, preferring to hole away by herself and drink wine, but she had a feeling about this one. Walking in, she cast a few glances around, some of them glancing back, and strode up to the bar. Taking a seat next to a rather well clad individual, she smiled.
"Hello," She said, with a small grin. "What brings a sharp dressed man like you here?" Ren gestured to the people around her, which weren't so pleasant.
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Post by icefire on Jun 13, 2012 11:14:07 GMT -5
"What brings a sharply dressed man like yourself here?" She asked, gesturing to all the people around her, who weren't quite as such. He supposed he couldn't ignore her because that wouldn't be polite,
"Just biding my time, drinking this wine."
He sipped at it and looked off again, having answered her question. He wasn't a man that enjoyed talking. Having been socially neglected for the majority of his life, conversation was awkward and loud for him. He was rather emotionally deprived, rather then a social butterfly.
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Post by icefire on Jun 13, 2012 11:22:39 GMT -5
"Oh?" She smiled at him, arching her brows.
"Um, yes." He answered quietly, taking another sip of his wine.
Ren thought he looked rather uncomfortable, and decided to try and get that out of him. Seeing that he was rather tight lipped and low on wine, she called the bartender over. "Another drink for this lad, and one for me too, please." She smiled at the man, and he rushed to get the drinks. "I figured you would want another drink--ah, what is your name?" Ren asked, removing one of her gloves before taking the drink. With the dim lighting, and rather drunk occupants, she figured no one would notice the pentagram branded onto her hand.
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Post by icefire on Jun 13, 2012 11:29:39 GMT -5
He glanced at her and caught her eye for a moment, debating telling her his real name. Lucifer noted how she took off her glove, and eyed the pentagram branded on her hand. He hated telling people his name, for how many times he had been stoned for it in his school years. Grabbing his new drink, he sipped it, and decided he'd keep his name to the innocent nick name unless she pried.
"It's Luci....?" He more asked himself then anyone, because he hated that nickname as well his true one. It made him sound like some girl.
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Post by maya-bird on Jun 14, 2012 21:21:01 GMT -5
"Luci, you say?" Ren let a not so friendly smile creep onto her face, maliciously provocative. "Well, Lucian, what brings you to this lowly pub, hmm? Your attire speaks of you as a higher class person than this place." Still with a smile on her face, she gestured lackadaisically to the occupants of the bar.
"I'm here because I fancy the wine, plus it saves me a costly coin." Ren emphasized by taking a rather long sip of wine. "So why are you here, Lucian?"
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Post by maya-bird on Jun 14, 2012 21:38:45 GMT -5
The uncalled for name edit pissed him off enough that he didn't think before he spoke, "It's not Lucian, it's Lucifer, get it right." His voice sizzled off his tongue sounding like a threat before he had a chance to stop it.
He turned his face away, taking a drink, "Sorry." He muttered. Lucifer hated when people managed to get under his skin, let alone this chick, who was giving him a smile that looked like that she wanted to get into more then his skin.
Glancing back over at her, he decided to answer her, "I suppose I'm here because my flat isn't to far from here. I fancy a good glass of wine too, I suppose." He took another sip of his wine, "I also like a nice glass of brandy when I'm feeling it." That was kind of a lie, he only got drunk off his arse when he didn't what to think about things.
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Post by maya-bird on Jun 14, 2012 22:36:36 GMT -5
Ren finished off her glass of wine, glancing lazily to the bar tender, who smiled tentatively at her. "Another drink, sir?" The man nodded in a quick fashion, then retrieved a bottle and poured some more of the red wine into her glass. The bartender hesitated, uncertainly meeting Ren's eyes as if he expected something.
She arched her brows.
The man turned gruffily away, sighing in exasperation, turning about and polishing a few glasses here and there. Ren leaned her face on one hand, smiling to herself. "Sometimes I'm good at this, and sometimes I'm really not," She chuckled sheepishly. "But you. Your name is Lucifer..what a fitting name for such a handsome devil." Ren's smile was small, but deadly in many ways. "My name is Florence, call me Ren."
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Post by icefire on Jun 18, 2012 22:32:55 GMT -5
Lucifer frowned. First, she edited his name, and now she was calling him a handsome DEVIL. The many memories of his child hood flooded back to him. The taunting in the schoolyard, the jeering of the school teachers, and the ignorance of his parents. He absolutely loathed those years, which is why he spent all of his time now drinking in his lonesome. Lucifer didn't have any lady friends, let alone friends.
"Florence is a nice name." He said politely, but averting the topic of his childhood teasing.
Lucifer sipped the rest of his drink up and scooted out his bar stool like he was leaving.
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Post by icefire on Jun 18, 2012 22:43:44 GMT -5
"Please, call me Ren," She said, in a tone that had no right to utter the word 'please'. Calming herself down after the urge to snap at him for complimenting the name Florence, she took another sip of red wine, feeling the rather tipsy feeling crawling up on her. It wasn't completely there yet, no, it would take a few more glasses of that to get her even there.
When he started to get up, she was surprised, but then let her thoughts wonder. The inn she was currently residing at was a few kilometers away, and she had no intention to go on the streets after dark again. After all, she was liable to get into some kind of scuffle again, and end up putting a not-so-friendly hex on someone. "You said your flat is close, mind if I walk with you? I have to start walking back soon anyway, and I could use some company."
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Post by icefire on Jun 18, 2012 22:52:34 GMT -5
Lucifer was taken aback at this offer. He wasn't sure if he should allow it, because she looked like some kind of prostitute who just wanted to get in his pants. His inner voice smirked at him 'You really need to get layed sir.'. Just at the image he scoffed his inner voice, wincing on the inside. However, he supposed he would maybe enjoy just hearing someones voice for once, acknowledging him.
He looked over at her, "I suppose you can, Ren."
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Post by icefire on Jun 18, 2012 23:28:41 GMT -5
"Ah, wonderful. Let's be on our merry way then, shall we?" Ren smiled, finishing off her glass of wine and sliding out of the bar stool. She gave the bar tender one last glance, and he her, though his was more irritated than hers.
The weather outside was a bit chilly, so she pulled her shawl around her shoulders as she stepped outside. Good thing she brought it, too, because her dress wasn't too warm. The darkness had crept its way into the cobblestone streets, illuminated only by the candlelit street lamps. She wasn't quite sure which way the inn was, so she decided to just follow Lucifer and find some way to crash at his flat. Hehe, some way, she thought deviously to herself.
She had a nudging feeling that he thought she was a prostitute, so she decided to get that out of the way. Very blatantly. "By the way, dear Luci, I am not a prostitute." Ren smiled, lucidly snarky in the act.
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Post by icefire on Jun 19, 2012 0:23:23 GMT -5
Even though that was a rude comment, he let out a rich boy's kind of smirk, "Well at least you aren't infested with some kind of bacteria."
They walked a while in silence until they reached his flat, and he waved as if he was saying good bye. He placed the key and the keyhole and glanced around to start to say bye to Ren.
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