| Living two lives is tough. |
Lost and confused the poor Starling has no idea who he is since he lost his memory. But at least he knows he is one heck of a Black and Lock Smith. Though this Strain is a bit out there and likes to do his own thing.
STARLING SATHE'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | 22 |
GENDER | |
SEXUALITY | Pan |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | Blacksmith & Locksmith |
POSTS | 52 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 8, 2015 14:44:40 GMT -5 ♔
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◤ | ◥ | like you always say, | "safe travels, don't die." | The swift strikes of a hammer to anvil had long been silenced over an hour ago. The forge was shut down for the night and ember's put out until the morrow. A tired strain leaned against his work space with a yawn. In his bandanna that hide his ears from the public was tossed to the side. His long fennec ears sprung to life and stretched out. It had been a while since he let those hearing aids out from behind their cloth confines and he must admit it felt wonderful. With his work done for the night he was able to relax for the time being.
Well, as relaxed as a strain could be among a city he was not familiar with and knew very little about. He didn't know it, but this wasn't his home as the purple had insisted it being since he was found. A part of him wanted to stay due to be in debt for being rescued from a river and being cared for but the other half spoke a different story. It yearned to leave and go some place else. A place that often gave him killer headaches when he tired to recall it. Even now, just thinking about it gave him a headache which would not do. With a sigh, he pinched the crow of his nose.
Now was not the time to figure out his past. He needed to clean up and close down completely for the night. Turning on his heels he began to organize his tools and shifting them back into proper positions. The weapons he had made and repaired rested off to the side, wrapped in leather to protect him and others from being accidentally wounded.
It didn't take him long to put away his items and toss his apron to the side. But he didn't want to go back yet. He didn't want to walk back to the Clan's home. Instead, he hopped up and sat on the counter. Idly, he stared off into space but soon found that holding a chunk of steel in his hand was more comfortable. He fondled the material in his bare hands and smile. Slowly, the steel began to heat up in his hands to a temperature that was dangerous to hold for others. But for him it was nothing, it just turned the metal into play dough.
Idly, he pulled at the little ball and bend it into shapes, forming it into a small swan. He picked up a small metal pick and rotated the forming bird in his hands, adding detail to it. Shaping its long neck, its face and then each feather carefully. Time flew by with each movement and before he knew it, it dark outside but the heat of the metal was his only light and it was all he was focusing on.
Quietly, he hummed a song he learned when he was owned by a church. His attention span remained on the metal figure while not noticing that someone might becoming down to see why he had yet to return or who might be coming to the door. Starling was too busy being in his happy place. |
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GIOVANNI SAVOY'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | Thirty |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Hetero |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | brothel owner & informant |
POSTS | 2 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 12, 2015 8:56:53 GMT -5 ♔
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| | The sun had already begun to set when Giovanni had left Heaven’s Embrace. Every so often he decided to enjoy some time outside of Lilla’s pleasure district. It truly was a place of wonder but novelty had its own appeal. Plus it would be a shame to only experience one part of the city, his city. Giovanni had to make sure that he exerted complete control over Lilla regardless of whether the populace was aware of it or not. The Purple King also needed to consider any changes in the city of which he was not aware. There were times when his subordinates could be woefully incompetent.
He had decided to he would head to Hell’s Wrath on this particular occasion. The people of Lilla truly had a knack for naming areas. Giovanni could appreciate the stark contrast between Heaven’s Embrace and Hell’s Wrath. The latter seemed to be very much be a misnomer however. It was generally a peaceful area which was comprised mostly of residences but also some of the city’s craftsmen. Thus it really wasn’t much of a surprise that it was constantly overlooked when compared to a pleasure-haven such as The Embrace. Giovanni had to admit that such a discrepancy had its uses. Hell’s Wrath often proved to be an ideal place for more discreet meetings.
Giovanni had maintained a leisurely pace throughout his walk through Lilla and thus it had gotten quite late by the time he reached Sleeper’s Avenue. One could say that it wasn't the safest time to be walking alone even though this area was relatively safe. Giovanni had elected to go out without his usual guard as he was occasionally known to do. His clansmen ranged from silent to nearly untameable and the Purple King often didn’t care enough to restrain them. He was hardly in any danger in any case. There were only a handful of people in Raduga who could actually give him a run for his money.
Satisfied that he had managed to gain some peace and quiet for which he could arrange his thoughts, he readied to head back to the brothel. He was making his back through Sleeper’s Avenue when he sensed something strange. Giovanni paused for a moment and looked around as if to see if anyone was following him. Certain that no one was, he focused his attention on the previous thing he had sensed earlier. Eventually he narrowed it down to what looked to be a forge. The building was almost completely dark but Giovanni felt a presence within.
In a manner that befit a King, he simply let himself in rather than knocking. It wasn’t long before he found the source of the oddity. He remained silently in the shadows, watching the man work.
“Beautiful,” he said as he stepped from the shadows, his voice barely above a whisper. Giovanni wore a small smile, his crimson eyes seemingly alight. “but your carelessness could prove to be dangerous, especially for one who possesses such...talents.”
His voice could have almost been considered friendly but there remained a dangerous undertone in his words. The smile on his face was a knowing one. Giovanni was simply relishing in the fact that he could had ended this person's life without them being any the wiser. The man's face seemed familiar to him but the Purple King couldn't be sure since he could at the very least tell he didn't possess the clan's aura. Giovanni was intrigued, at least for the time being.
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| Living two lives is tough. |
Lost and confused the poor Starling has no idea who he is since he lost his memory. But at least he knows he is one heck of a Black and Lock Smith. Though this Strain is a bit out there and likes to do his own thing.
STARLING SATHE'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | 22 |
GENDER | |
SEXUALITY | Pan |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | Blacksmith & Locksmith |
POSTS | 52 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 12, 2015 11:33:59 GMT -5 ♔
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◤ | ◥ | like you always say, | "safe travels, don't die." | The steel rotated smoothie across his palm while his free hand worked quickly on the details. Each stroke of the hand brought across a new delicate feature upon the small scultpure in his hand. It took little thought for him to create such a wonderful piece and it offered him safe haven from his daily thoughts. Here, at his forge, he could forget about his current situation. He had no fears, no worries or concerns for who he was or what he had lost. He didn't sit there and try to put the shattered pieces together. There was no one speaking to him and telling him stories of who he was or could of been. It was just him and the steel, taking form of a new life and doing the best they could.
Carefully, he dunked the swan into the water to cool the steel and then once more heat it to a brilliant red making the material plyable once more. Working with his thumb, he smoothed out the imperfections and broke his pick in to create the details. He did this over and over soundlessly. His mind paid little heed to his surroundings but as he fixed the birds head he felt strange. Something heavy was moving through the atmsophere and near him. His hand puased for a second while his large fennec fox ears jerked towards the door. It was then that the heavy presence spoke to him. The silence he had grown accustomed too was suddenly shattered with that voice so instantly that it caused the Strain to fumble with his red hot swan that rested in his hands. Wide eyed, he quickly submerged the figure into the bin of water next to him, including both hands to try and hide the edivence of what he done.
"Thank you." He replyed softly. Lifting his hands from the water, he left the swan there and reached for his bandana. Feeling uneasy, his ears flattened against his head and with a single motion that piece of fabric was over his head. Starling fully turned to view the man who entered his work space. The face, he could not place but the voice was familiar. He couldn't recall seeing him in the Pleasure District but then again he was usually confinded with Hessat.
He had thought he came across all the Purples by now and it seemed that the Red Memeber was mistaken. Unsure of what to do or who this man could be, he lowered his eyes to the floor. "Dangerous, Sir?" He questioned delicately. "I don't understand how a single Blacksmith could prove to be dangerous. I merely work steel." His mind pulled for answers but he could find none. It was true that he had not seen anyone else work steel like him or create heat with the palm of their hands, was that what he was meaning?
Starling dismounted the countertop he had ben sitting on and stood with his back to the water drum. It then occured to him the time of day and where he was supposed to be by now. Hasset was going to be furious with him. Prehaps, that is why this man was here? Did Hessat send someone to find him? Curious, he looked up at the man and asked the question that was on his mind just then. "Did Hessat ask you to look for me?" If that was the case then he would certainly be in trouble once he reached Heaven's Embrace. Hessat would ring his little neck again. NOTES: I love it when I lose my post and have to rewrite it XD TAGGED: GIOVANNI SAVOY |
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