𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢 🌹

🌹Hector’s Attributes

•Strength: 2 (Average)
•Dexterity: 3 (Good)
•Stamina: 2 (Average
•Charisma: 3 (Good)
•Manipulation: 2 (Average)
•Composure: 1 (Poor)
•Intelligence: 3 (Good)
•Wits: 4 (Exceptional)
•Resolve: 2 (Average)

Hector is very insightful, but has a hard time keeping his cool.

🌹 Faceclaim: Antonio Cipriano

🌹Birthday: September 14th, 1958
🌹 Date Embraced: February 20th, 1983
🌹 Height: 6’0
🌹 Ethnicity: Italian
🌹 Birthplace: Howard Beach, Queens, New York City.
🌹 Favorites: Cubist & Abstract Art, Queer culture, Talking Heads (Bands)

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔚𝔞𝔰: ℌ𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯

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𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰, 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔢𝔦𝔩. 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰, 𝔴𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰. 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰, 𝔴𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡. 𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔲𝔰, 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰.

-Hector Collovi, The Abstract Artist-

#ashesburning

I’ll get to replies I ABSOLUTELY owe later today. Right now, feeling kinda…off. Not sure how to parse it at the moment, but I’d rather not force myself to write if I’m not feeling it.

But the necromancer still felt horrible about having done her in. A life…taken away…he’d never done it before.

Why did he contact the Milliner bank for the loan? He knew they’d ask for a favor in return…but he needed the supplies for his experiments too badly for his own good.

…wrong him in any way, he’d never met her before. It was just business, only business, practical and clean.

“Do you have a cigarette?” Anthony asked [Your Character], his face haunted, his hands wringing some imaginary thing.

He’d heard she was a bad person, awful in every way.

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Her eyes…wide, rolling wildly, yet he saw that they drunk in every detail of his face.
Harriet told him that ‘you’ll remember the faces of the people that have wronged you for as long as you live, and you better make sure that yours is the last one they see.’

But this woman didn’t…

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…down next to [Your Character], but paying them no mind. He was too engrossed in his thoughts, in the memories that kept replaying over and over again.
As Anthony flexed his hands, he could feel the warm flesh straining under his grasp again. The panicked breaths slamming into his cold wrist.

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Light thumps sounded across the glass paneling of the bus stop. A drizzling rain coated the whole of New York City in a haze of moisture.
[Your Character] was there, sitting and waiting for this next bus.

Oh god, what had he done?

Anthony stumbled into the stop, sitting…

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𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 ℑ𝔰 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔰𝔱

[Anthony Marsh: Open Starter]

❝ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 . . . ❞

“We’ll rise like a phoenix from the flames, Stronger now, we won’t be tamed.”

- Alison Blaire, Dazzler 🤍✨

Wiry was the descriptor for his frame, slender and plenty bony in a few places. Dark blue eyes glittered in the dim lights of the bar, and heavily oiled brown hair swayed to the left in a uniform pattern.

“Quite the atmosphere here. Very…comfortable.” Evan snidely commented, a little grin stretching across his features as he looked to his date.

The bar plan won out, and this place thankfully stayed open quite late.

“So, interesting day?”
The man was pale, almost sickly.

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With that being the case, I wonder, would compiling my starters into a thread and regularly reposting that help to get more eyes on those starters? It’s something I’ve been planning on doing anyways, so that’s why it’s the first thing that pops into my head.

Most of the problem is likely stemming from the fact that I’m not very aggressive about reposting my stuff once it’s out there. Because all my accounts are multi-muse, I definitely run with the mindset of “gotta move onto the next thing” when I’m done posting something.

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Yes, I’m referring to my starters, no, this is not me trying to guilt people into interacting with them. If you aren’t feeling the starters for your character(s), you don’t need to force yourself to do things to make me feel better.

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#ashesburning

I’ll be a bit open about my own struggles on here. I do my best to be super positive about things, and that’s mostly because I know there are other people who also struggle on here.

It sucks when stuff you put a lot of effort into doesn’t really get much attention.

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…this long-dead body of his reacted to the stimuli before he could fully process it. His own digits firmly grasped on the Toreador’s hips, his eyes not moving from her own.

“You’re right, I do think I am…drawing you in.” He cheekily responded to her, wiggling his eyebrows proudly.

“Well, thanks. That’s…rather sweet.” Sullen, yet legitimately rather touched, those tones rang from his thickly accented voice.

Then he saw her hands, those digits hovering over his body. Whether reluctance to bridge the physical divide, or perhaps some teasing to see what he did…

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#MarvelRP #DCRP #BskyRP #MVRP

Angela ( Aldrif Odinsdottir )

- From Heven, raised by angels
- Daughter of Freyja and Odin
- Older sister of Thor

MS/MV/MDNI. Writer and muse are adults

“I do like unique girls. I guess I just wasn’t expecting your unique taste to be guys with mental issues.”

He’d forgotten to breathe when she approached. It wasn’t a big deal, their kind didn’t need to breathe anymore, but the thought still counted really.

The look those brown eyes of his fixed upon her could best be equated to the kind you’d receive if you told someone you liked their pet unicorn that only you saw. Which, for a Malkavian, Hector was not used to being the one giving that look.

“Huh…you have an interesting type then.”

…enough. The Malkavian experienced time more like it was a washing machine, as opposed to a linear like. It whirled and replayed, crashed and spun. Yet it always eventually came to rest.
He gave her lips a peck, smudging his ruby red lipstick on her as he did. “I’ll be responsible, we should go.”

…as she pressed hers against his, ghastly pale flesh meeting this nice caramel and tan one. Eyes surrounded by heavy eye-shadow and mascara looking back into those white voids.
“Time means nothing to me most nights. I’d spend every eternity with you like this I think.”
That was true…

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“…you’re definitely the sexiest vampire I’ve met.”

Contacts were fun, but definitely not the most comfortable thing to wear on most occasions really.
“If you want to take them out, you can. I like looking into your eyes, no matter the color.”
Warmth rolled across his forehead…

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There were likely those who would find the Nosferatu clan physically appealing. They must have been a rare breed, but Hector figured someone had to find them hot. One of his friends was a Nosferatu, though he’d admittedly never considered sleeping with her.
“In general I guess. But…”

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