| 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 |
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SEXUALITY | Pan |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | Blacksmith & Locksmith |
POSTS |  52 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 1, 2015 20:39:43 GMT -5 ♔
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◤ | ◥ |  like you always say, | "safe travels, don't die." | Everyone had questions, concerns, and overall worries about life. It was a normal thing to be concerned about though the Strain who currently wondered outdoors had other thoughts. Such as, why on earth was it a great idea to go out wondering to the docks during the winter? Sure, there was no snow falling or freezing rain but it sure was cold. Even his warm clothing couldn't completely block the harsh wind and the bandana on his head did little to keep his ears from freezing.
But it was better out here. It wasn't as crowded out here like it was inside the main building or in the pleasure areas. He could sit out here on the dock with a blanket around him, minding his own business. Which is what he did, he popped a squat and stared off into the water below. Idly, the smith would rub his hands together to warm them with friction of the wraps about his hands.
He turned his head a few times when he thought he heard something and it just turned out to be the laughter of the local courtesans. Leading their clients to their specialized places. Starling rolled his eyes but was happy none decided to come to the docks for some business. Which brought about another thing, as long as he was out here no one poked or prodded him into volunteering some work for the Clan that was taking care of him. He didn't particularly wish to dive into that line of work. No, he preferred the feel of metal and molding it into something wonderful.
It was one of the few things he could remember doing or even enjoying. He hadn't been in this Clan's home long. He was found only about two months ago. Broken, beaten, bloody, and wet. He couldn't tell anyone his name, where he came from, or why he was almost dead in the water. He was thankful for being found and his wounds tended too but he just wanted to be left alone for now. But at least those wounds had healed now and only pained him slightly.
With a small sigh of boredom, he reached out and took hold of a few rocks next to him and skipped them across the water with ease. He skipped his third rock at the same moment his ears twitched beneath his head piece. Someone was coming his way and he curiously looked over his shoulder. Tossing one rock up into the air and catching it with one hand, he spoke to the nearing person with a gentleness in his feminine voice. "Guess I'm not hiding well, huh?" A blond brow rose gently in question.
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| anything you say can and will be held against you so only say my name |
ZAYN EL-HASHEM'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | Twenty Four |
GENDER |  Male |
SEXUALITY | Pansexual |
STATUS | Single |
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POSTS | 1 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 6, 2015 23:25:30 GMT -5 ♔
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i thought of angels choking on their halos, get them drunk on rose water This was not a good time for the not-so-friendly neighborhood serpent. He was always at a bit of a loss during the day, as his work rarely took up much of his attention until the sun went down and Lilla's nightlife came out to play. Oh, sure, sometimes he'd pick up a companion or run a few errands, but though his nights were wild and fun his days were borderline boring. Today was no exception, unremarkable in its unremarkable-ness, and thus he was out wandering the docks, keeping his eyes peeled and otherwise looking for trouble. It would have been alright, maybe even pleasant, except it was light out and it was cold, neither of which Zayn appreciated. It didn't make for a great mood, and he may or may not have been sulking as he wandered through the city.
And okay, maybe it wasn't the wisest idea to come down to the docks, where the wind blowing in off the water made the air even more frigid. But this was about the only place in Lilla that was interesting in the daytime. Who knew, maybe he'd find something interesting and less-than-legal in one of the sketchier markets. Or maybe someone would catch his eye- or he'd catch theirs, he wasn't picky, anything to pass the time. It was frustrating, how exciting things didn't just happen to him- he was bored, bored, bored, and that was not a good state for him to be in. For anyone's sake, really. His idle hands were a menace to society at large, and finding something fun to distract him would be for the greater good, obviously.
So when a certain red clanman came into view, well, he couldn't help but get a little closer. He didn't have anything better to do, and it was kind of weird, seeing someone so obviously cold braving the water's edge. Besides, nothing screamed boredom like skipping stones. Maybe the kid could use some company or something. He made sure his powers were reigned in tightly and then approached- and yeah, he was deliberately allowing the kid to notice him, but it was still a little startling that the other had heard him so quickly. It wasn't a feeling he was accustomed to, and so Zayn grinned widely, his default mask taking over his features to hide his slight surprise. "I suppose that depends on who you're hiding from, princess." A purr, not dissimilar to the ones he used on his customers at Saint's Pleasure. "Surely not little old me, right?"
He trotted over, gingerly sitting himself down next to the younger man, careful to keep his feet from the water's frigid grasp. He eyed it skeptically. "Though I guess you got me, not like anyone would come here willingly. Which begs the question: what the hell, kid?" see how dirty i can get them pull out their fragile teeth and clip their tiny wings [Googlefont=Pacifico][Googlefont=Racing+Sans+One][Googlefont=Nothing+You+Could+Do]
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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 6, 2015 23:46:52 GMT -5 ♔
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◤ | ◥ | like you always say, | "safe travels, don't die." | Amber eyes meet those the purple clansmen and he wasn't sure how to react at seeing him. Should he smile or frown? Say hello or walk away? It was difficult to figure out which response would work the best with Zayn. Mostly of this clan wanted to see how far his blood could splatter while others simply ignored him with a dangerous glare.
Uncertainty hit him full on and his gaze dropped with quick defeat. He would remain where he was currently stationed with a single smooth pebble in hand. His thumb and forefinger idly rubbed the stone while looking back at the water. It was true he was a bored strain but company was not something he was quite looking for at the moment. So, he replied gingerly to the other, "No one in particular." He left his reply vague, careful not to target anyone that he might of been hiding from---like the entire purple clan.
The thought occurred to him to correct the snake from calling him a name such as princess. But that would only prove to getting called that more often he was sure. Pulling his hand back he skipped the his last pebble across the water and hide his hand within the warm confines of the blanket.
He turned to glance at the man for a moment as he sat down next to him. He hunched the blanket further over his body for protection, eyes veering back off towards the water. "It was too crowded in the buildings." He offered simply and a small clear of his throat. "And uncomfortable. I was going to back in when things settled down." Which would of been in a few hours when the song was going down. At that time most of the clan would ignore him to entertain guest and go out on missions. This would leave the fox to his own devices and thoughts. Giving him time to maybe dig through his scrambled mind to find hints to his past.
"And its easier for me to think when its quiet." He offered as if his earlier explanation wouldn't be enough to sooth the snakes curiosity. His large ears twitched under the bandana in order to flatten more comfortably on his head.
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