Post by Κομμα on Jan 4, 2012 13:38:15 GMT 7
Since I'm ending up with ungodly amounts of muses somehow or other, I've decided to start listing them just so I can keep track of them. Also comes with a brief description of each muse, and a picture for those I have images of; this way when I RP with one that doesn't have a profile up quite yet, there'll still be at least a little information on them. I will list them in the basic order that they attacked me in.
UPDATE: I'm making the name-sigs link back to my muses' larger profiles for your convenience, since I've unpinned them. Happy clicking!
A male shinigami (e.g. god of death, though really more of a demi-god I suppose). His entire left side is a black skeleton, and he has wings that are also black and skeletal and of the structure of bat wings. His right side is humanoid-ish with much ashier skin. Wears trenchcoat. Is a sarcastic butthole who still somehow manages to be slightly cuddly when in a good mood.
An old, old, oooold alchemist, and also a ghost. In appearance, his hair is white and he has a sort of an Albert Einstein mad scientist look going on. In attitude, he's sort strict, sort of grandfatherly, and sort of crabby.
Female shinigami. Light green skin, dark green hair and dark green eagle wings, arms from elbow down and legs from knee down are black and scaley and talon-like. Very pretty, very sweet most of the time (to the point of irritating at times), and a bit of a short temper. Very deadly.
Faun. Can change shape, enjoys doing so to confuse me on a regular basis. Mischievous but very good-natured; used to be completely amnesiac but is finally starting to remember a bit about his life prior to being a muse. Currently, he has the appearance of a 24ish year old human, has long dirty-blond hair he keeps in a ponytail and blue eyes (pictured left). As a faun, his hair is a slightly darker light brown in color, and his eyes are pale green. Facial shape differs significantly and his hair is floofier and generally impossible to manage at the best of times; and he pretty much always had some variety of facial hair. And he has horns, of course, but I'll have to hone my photo editing skills before (pictured right) can account for that.
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Human, Irish. Twenty-eight years old. Shortish red hair, freckly. Fairly sharp dresser, very well-spoken. Not one to be trusted as he is a professional con artist and very good in his trade. An extremely loyal friend to those few he does trust and that can trust him.
Human, Irish. Twenty-four years old. Dark brown hair between short and medium length, pale-ish skin, dark blue eyes. Semi-casual dress (though in his troubles with tequila he has been known to wake up in prison in frilly pink cocktail dress). A slight bit of a practical joker, but has a shortish temper and can get serious rather quickly. Con artist, and thus not one to be trusted. Preferred name is Don.
Human, Irish. Twenty years old. Light brown hair, 80s rocker mullet, pale-ish skin with a few freckles, bright green eyes (for facial features and hair, think young Jon Bon Jovi). Very casual, tending towards t-shirts and jeans. Shy around women, closet tech-nerd. Special skills include juggling, banjo, goofiness, tire irons, and burgling. Professional burglar by trade, but a terrible liar, and is thus slightly easier to trust than his friends Don and Al. Probably the most fun-loving of all my muses with Matsu in a close second.
Human, English. Seventeen-years-old. Mid-length black hair, messy and combed slightly to the side, pale, dark red eyes with heavy dark circles beneath them. White long-sleeve shirts and jeans. Sockophobic, and will only wear tennis shoes when forced into shoes. Dislikes being compared to his rival, L. Very amiable provided he's had his schizophrenia meds. Ex-serial murderer, now works as an assistant in Cornelius' labs. Has shinigami eyes; can see peoples' names and when they are going to die. Prefers name "B" to his real name.
Human, Japanese. Twenty-six years old. Between mid and short length black hair, average complexion, brownish eyes. Dresses rather professionally most of the time; on the rare occasion he's not on duty, it's usually jeans or slacks and a button-up shirt, though rather more casual than his usual suit. Detective by trade. Goofy, fun-loving, and mostly outgoing, but a bit shy until he gets to know a person. Real name Touta Matsuda, alias Taro Matsui, and goes by Matsuda-kun, Matsuda-san, Matsuda, Matsu-kun, Matsu, and occasionally his first name. As a muse, he tends more towards "Matsu."
Muse (previously human), Irish. Twenty-two years old. Shortish length black hair, pale complexion, dark blue eyes. Nearly always a sharp dresser; the most casual he'll go is a nice shirt (usually with a tie, rarely ever without) and gray, khaki, or black slacks. Con artist by trade, and definitely not one to be trusted. The only of my muses that has embraced life as a muse enough to forfeit his ties with humanity on the whole and tap into other powers that come with being a muse.
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Human, English (in accent, at least; he's from an alternate world). Pirate. Twenty-six or -sevenish years old. Mid- to long-length dark blue hair, tan, dark blue eyes. Bandanas, sleeveless shirts (when he feels it necessary to wear a shirt), and loose-fitting pants; no sense of professionalism at all. Pirate. Generally fun-loving. Always smiling. Takes nothing seriously. Drunkard. Tremendous flirt and mildly pervy.
Human, English. Twenty-four years old. Short strawberry blond hair, average complexion, gray eyes. Leather vests and/or band t-shirts, ripped jeans, combat boots. Likes to have a good time, but knows how to be serious. Doesn't have the best past but rarely lets it get to her, preferring to live completely in the present. Closet tech-nerd.
Human, English. Wizard. Mid- to long-length black hair, pale complexion, turquiose eyes. Black Slytherin robes, or any variety of Muggle clothes. Shows up between the ages of around six and seventeen usually. Mostly only a visiting Muse; he'll show up for awhile and disappear for awhile. Anywhere from irritatingly to delightfully sarcastic and satirical (depending mostly upon his mood), and he's started lightening up the slightest bit so it's not irritating quite so often anymore.
Human, Irish. Seven years old. Long medium-brown hair, pale complexion with freckles, dark blue eyes. Likes wearing bright colors. Has turned into a major daddy's girl since meeting her father for the first time a few months back. Only a visiting muse since Don doesn't want his daughter being exposed to most of my other muses. Very talkative, very strong-willed, will not put up with people talking badly about her mother. A little spoiled thanks to Don, but still a good kid. Has semi-befriended young Timothy.
Human, English (in accent only; his world doesn't have an England). Long chestnut hair, paleish complexion, bright blue eyes. Robes/cloaks of the colors dark red or light blue, generally with gold or silver threads and embellishments. Mildly psychotic amateur magician/expert necromancer/alchemist, but amiable enough no less. Has developed a fascination with building robots out of kitchen appliances since becoming a muse and discovering the existence of kitchen appliances. In his home world, he is bent on the destruction of the human race (he didn't used to be human) and getting a card trick right at least once in his life. Has a ridiculous number of names, and is thinking of switching to 'Judas' for awhile.
Ferros / Phobia
Faded Human. He's a spirit who tends to possess the bodies of the recently deceased and retains enough control to reanimate them entirely; can read peoples' fears and cause them to occur through both illusion and tangible means. Male. Full name Doctor Ferros Armand. Goes by various names, Phobia and Ferros both among them. Current appearance: dark auburnish hair, stubble. Light grayish Blue-green eyes. Aged mid-thirties to forties in appearance. Tall; approximately 6'2". Clothing varies, but he doesn't seem to tend toward any very casual fashion. Wears oval, gold-rimmed glasses for reading. He has a darkly satirical sense of humor and mildly terrifying. Enjoys one-upping Akino in the horror genre (and Akino doesn't enjoy it at all) and giving me nightmares with his plot-bunnies. In life, he was a psychologist in perhaps the Victorian era, or a world with an era similar to the Victorian era, who specialized in the subject of fear and phobias.
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Human/Mystic, English (in accent only). Not sure on exact age, but early to mid thirties. Long pale blue hair, very pale complexion, dark red eyes. The only of his clothes that tend to stay the same are a dark blue cape, tan hide gloves, and an amulet he generally wears on his belt. Possibly a visiting Muse since he's very irate about the whole muse business. In fact he's sitting back and strumming his fingers and sighing at me as I type this. Has spoiled prince syndrome. Is going to lop my head off with his scythe if I don't leave him alone. Ahem.
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Human, American (in accent only). Appears as a muse between the ages of five and twenty. As a child, long bushy dark green hair, average to tan complexion, green eyes; as an adult/older teen, her hair is cut just short of shoulder length. I've seen her more as a child, and she tends towards tank tops and shorts as a child; hates skirts. If she isn't wearing her father's brown leather tricorne, she will at least be carrying it with her. She's a pretty happy child, though she hates that adults won't take her seriously. She has the ability to read minds but does not until her early to mid teens develop the ability to control whose minds she reads and when; as a child, she simply hears the thoughts of all those around her, and she sincerely does not find much joy in this ability.
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Human, American (in accent only). Around twenty-four in age. Pirate captain. Slightly tan complexion due to a lot of time outdoors; not prone to very dark tans or sunburn. Long hair, dirty blond in color and often very messy. Some facial hair, not amounting to much more than stubble, of a slightly darker shade. Blue-gray eyes. May or may not be seen with a dark brown tattered leather tricorne. Not exceptionally picky about clothes in any other respect. Somewhat easily overwhelmed, though good at taking charge of a situation when need be. Definitely easily confused. Holds a devil fruit power that allows him to control the wind, that he has mostly mastered since inadvertently consuming said fruit ten years ago; though he still has yet to fully grasp that overuse of this power can and will create strange and disastrous weather patterns. Fairly goodhearted for a pirate, especially when compared to his first mate, though not the least bit adverse to petty thievery and cheating people.
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Khronian; English accent. Ageless. Human in appearance as a muse, and appears to be early to mid twenties. About six feet tall. Slender build. Black hair, gray green eyes, pale Celtic complexion. Style reminiscent of early 20th century; he is often seen wearing a gray or black tweed overcoat and bowler hat favors white-collared shirts and black dress pants, as well as bow ties over straight ties. He is very well eloquent and well-mannered when need be, and comes across as old-fashioned; however, he truly detests most mortals as inferior beings and mostly finds them mildly irritating to boring, and occasionally he finds them as a source of amusement. Prefers to be referred to by his falsified surname, Skye; detests being called "Morty." Has quite an affinity with cats. Normal powers include absorbing mortal's remaining time left alive (any amount of it; and they're left older depending on how much of it he takes from them), and reading peoples' pasts and futures; though both of these abilities, much to his chagrin, are quite muddled in the Muse Realm and thus nearly useless. His regular form is as a shadowy, incorporeal figure; when he reverts to it, his physical body literally dies on the spot, and will be transported back wherever he decides to reform his physical self.
Human. American; accent localized between upper New England and New York City. Coke dealer and occasional conman, head chef at a small Italian bistro. Around thirty-two in age. Around 5'11", lean muscular build. A couple facial scars, one particularly prominent one stretching across his forehead. Deep blue eyes. Tan complexion. Wavy black hair, often has five o'clock shadow but never a full beard. More concerned with hygiene than fashion itself; if it's relatively clean, he'll probably wear it, though his field of work tends to lead him toward the tough-guy look. Hopeless romantic, though good luck getting him to admit it. Major grandma's/mama's boy, expect anyone who says anything negative of them to wind up with a broken jaw. Not proud of where his life has led him, but he rolls with it. Excellent cook. Friendly, smooth-talker, short temper, good at picking up on other's emotions and using them to his advantage. Often lacks determination and faith but good at putting on a confident guise and winning over friends even among his enemies.
Working my way towards twenty, as you can see. I'll gradually add in pictures.
EDIT: Do I have twenty yet? I think I might...
UPDATE: I'm making the name-sigs link back to my muses' larger profiles for your convenience, since I've unpinned them. Happy clicking!
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"Everything new thing's gotta go through prototypes, and most prototypes have their hiccups. Call it bad luck, call it whatever the hell you want; I just call it existence."
A male shinigami (e.g. god of death, though really more of a demi-god I suppose). His entire left side is a black skeleton, and he has wings that are also black and skeletal and of the structure of bat wings. His right side is humanoid-ish with much ashier skin. Wears trenchcoat. Is a sarcastic butthole who still somehow manages to be slightly cuddly when in a good mood.
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"In the end, I'm still only an old man; a few years and pieces of knowledge beyond most, but nothing more or less than that."
An old, old, oooold alchemist, and also a ghost. In appearance, his hair is white and he has a sort of an Albert Einstein mad scientist look going on. In attitude, he's sort strict, sort of grandfatherly, and sort of crabby.
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Female shinigami. Light green skin, dark green hair and dark green eagle wings, arms from elbow down and legs from knee down are black and scaley and talon-like. Very pretty, very sweet most of the time (to the point of irritating at times), and a bit of a short temper. Very deadly.
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Faun. Can change shape, enjoys doing so to confuse me on a regular basis. Mischievous but very good-natured; used to be completely amnesiac but is finally starting to remember a bit about his life prior to being a muse. Currently, he has the appearance of a 24ish year old human, has long dirty-blond hair he keeps in a ponytail and blue eyes (pictured left). As a faun, his hair is a slightly darker light brown in color, and his eyes are pale green. Facial shape differs significantly and his hair is floofier and generally impossible to manage at the best of times; and he pretty much always had some variety of facial hair. And he has horns, of course, but I'll have to hone my photo editing skills before (pictured right) can account for that.
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Letter, typo-demon. Looks like the letter D with froggish eyes on top, arms, legs, and occasionally a blue cape with the letter D on it and a black eyemask. Orange in color, with white gloves and boots. Speaks frequently of taking over the world in a plan he has dubbed worlDomination. Obsessed with the letter D. Likes making me make typos containing the capital letter D, and also enjoys making me write crackfics to distract me from serious writing. Also enjoys speaking in a fake Shakespearean dialect.[Profile]
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"You might not think so now, but there's a chance this is for the better, for all of us. You three still have something of a chance at normal lives after this. I never will."
Human, Irish. Twenty-eight years old. Shortish red hair, freckly. Fairly sharp dresser, very well-spoken. Not one to be trusted as he is a professional con artist and very good in his trade. An extremely loyal friend to those few he does trust and that can trust him.
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"I wish I could promise one hundred percent I won't ever hurt you again, but unfortunately I only lie to people I don't care about."
Human, Irish. Twenty-four years old. Dark brown hair between short and medium length, pale-ish skin, dark blue eyes. Semi-casual dress (though in his troubles with tequila he has been known to wake up in prison in frilly pink cocktail dress). A slight bit of a practical joker, but has a shortish temper and can get serious rather quickly. Con artist, and thus not one to be trusted. Preferred name is Don.
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"I think the world would be a better place if everyone had tire irons. There might be a bit more brain damage until everyone figured out they had them, but there'd be a lot less random violence after that. Well...'cept for guns."
Human, Irish. Twenty years old. Light brown hair, 80s rocker mullet, pale-ish skin with a few freckles, bright green eyes (for facial features and hair, think young Jon Bon Jovi). Very casual, tending towards t-shirts and jeans. Shy around women, closet tech-nerd. Special skills include juggling, banjo, goofiness, tire irons, and burgling. Professional burglar by trade, but a terrible liar, and is thus slightly easier to trust than his friends Don and Al. Probably the most fun-loving of all my muses with Matsu in a close second.
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"When you've been able to see death your whole life, it becomes less an apprehension and more a casual acceptance even by the time you reach your teens; not to say this is always a good thing."
Human, English. Seventeen-years-old. Mid-length black hair, messy and combed slightly to the side, pale, dark red eyes with heavy dark circles beneath them. White long-sleeve shirts and jeans. Sockophobic, and will only wear tennis shoes when forced into shoes. Dislikes being compared to his rival, L. Very amiable provided he's had his schizophrenia meds. Ex-serial murderer, now works as an assistant in Cornelius' labs. Has shinigami eyes; can see peoples' names and when they are going to die. Prefers name "B" to his real name.
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Human, Japanese. Twenty-six years old. Between mid and short length black hair, average complexion, brownish eyes. Dresses rather professionally most of the time; on the rare occasion he's not on duty, it's usually jeans or slacks and a button-up shirt, though rather more casual than his usual suit. Detective by trade. Goofy, fun-loving, and mostly outgoing, but a bit shy until he gets to know a person. Real name Touta Matsuda, alias Taro Matsui, and goes by Matsuda-kun, Matsuda-san, Matsuda, Matsu-kun, Matsu, and occasionally his first name. As a muse, he tends more towards "Matsu."
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"Feelings are weak. Humans feel. And thus, humanity is weak. Why would I have interest in furthering my journey in such a meek cause when I have the option to take part in something so much greater?"
[/i][/right]Muse (previously human), Irish. Twenty-two years old. Shortish length black hair, pale complexion, dark blue eyes. Nearly always a sharp dresser; the most casual he'll go is a nice shirt (usually with a tie, rarely ever without) and gray, khaki, or black slacks. Con artist by trade, and definitely not one to be trusted. The only of my muses that has embraced life as a muse enough to forfeit his ties with humanity on the whole and tap into other powers that come with being a muse.
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"You're currently sober and no one else is, which means we need to find somewhere with a lot of alcohol so you can be on the same page as us."
Human, English (in accent, at least; he's from an alternate world). Pirate. Twenty-six or -sevenish years old. Mid- to long-length dark blue hair, tan, dark blue eyes. Bandanas, sleeveless shirts (when he feels it necessary to wear a shirt), and loose-fitting pants; no sense of professionalism at all. Pirate. Generally fun-loving. Always smiling. Takes nothing seriously. Drunkard. Tremendous flirt and mildly pervy.
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"Why? Because I need him to know! It's selfish, yeah, but no one ever accused me of being noble, did they?"
Human, English. Twenty-four years old. Short strawberry blond hair, average complexion, gray eyes. Leather vests and/or band t-shirts, ripped jeans, combat boots. Likes to have a good time, but knows how to be serious. Doesn't have the best past but rarely lets it get to her, preferring to live completely in the present. Closet tech-nerd.
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"I hope you know that your complete lack of faith in me is a bit depressing."
Human, English. Wizard. Mid- to long-length black hair, pale complexion, turquiose eyes. Black Slytherin robes, or any variety of Muggle clothes. Shows up between the ages of around six and seventeen usually. Mostly only a visiting Muse; he'll show up for awhile and disappear for awhile. Anywhere from irritatingly to delightfully sarcastic and satirical (depending mostly upon his mood), and he's started lightening up the slightest bit so it's not irritating quite so often anymore.
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Human, Irish. Seven years old. Long medium-brown hair, pale complexion with freckles, dark blue eyes. Likes wearing bright colors. Has turned into a major daddy's girl since meeting her father for the first time a few months back. Only a visiting muse since Don doesn't want his daughter being exposed to most of my other muses. Very talkative, very strong-willed, will not put up with people talking badly about her mother. A little spoiled thanks to Don, but still a good kid. Has semi-befriended young Timothy.
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"I’m by no means a madman. I’m really quite happy, actually."
Human, English (in accent only; his world doesn't have an England). Long chestnut hair, paleish complexion, bright blue eyes. Robes/cloaks of the colors dark red or light blue, generally with gold or silver threads and embellishments. Mildly psychotic amateur magician/expert necromancer/alchemist, but amiable enough no less. Has developed a fascination with building robots out of kitchen appliances since becoming a muse and discovering the existence of kitchen appliances. In his home world, he is bent on the destruction of the human race (he didn't used to be human) and getting a card trick right at least once in his life. Has a ridiculous number of names, and is thinking of switching to 'Judas' for awhile.
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"'The only thing we have to fear is fear?' How...intriguing. Well met, at any rate. Call me Phobia."
Ferros / Phobia
Faded Human. He's a spirit who tends to possess the bodies of the recently deceased and retains enough control to reanimate them entirely; can read peoples' fears and cause them to occur through both illusion and tangible means. Male. Full name Doctor Ferros Armand. Goes by various names, Phobia and Ferros both among them. Current appearance: dark auburnish hair, stubble. Light grayish Blue-green eyes. Aged mid-thirties to forties in appearance. Tall; approximately 6'2". Clothing varies, but he doesn't seem to tend toward any very casual fashion. Wears oval, gold-rimmed glasses for reading. He has a darkly satirical sense of humor and mildly terrifying. Enjoys one-upping Akino in the horror genre (and Akino doesn't enjoy it at all) and giving me nightmares with his plot-bunnies. In life, he was a psychologist in perhaps the Victorian era, or a world with an era similar to the Victorian era, who specialized in the subject of fear and phobias.
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Human/Mystic, English (in accent only). Not sure on exact age, but early to mid thirties. Long pale blue hair, very pale complexion, dark red eyes. The only of his clothes that tend to stay the same are a dark blue cape, tan hide gloves, and an amulet he generally wears on his belt. Possibly a visiting Muse since he's very irate about the whole muse business. In fact he's sitting back and strumming his fingers and sighing at me as I type this. Has spoiled prince syndrome. Is going to lop my head off with his scythe if I don't leave him alone. Ahem.
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Human, American (in accent only). Appears as a muse between the ages of five and twenty. As a child, long bushy dark green hair, average to tan complexion, green eyes; as an adult/older teen, her hair is cut just short of shoulder length. I've seen her more as a child, and she tends towards tank tops and shorts as a child; hates skirts. If she isn't wearing her father's brown leather tricorne, she will at least be carrying it with her. She's a pretty happy child, though she hates that adults won't take her seriously. She has the ability to read minds but does not until her early to mid teens develop the ability to control whose minds she reads and when; as a child, she simply hears the thoughts of all those around her, and she sincerely does not find much joy in this ability.
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Human, American (in accent only). Around twenty-four in age. Pirate captain. Slightly tan complexion due to a lot of time outdoors; not prone to very dark tans or sunburn. Long hair, dirty blond in color and often very messy. Some facial hair, not amounting to much more than stubble, of a slightly darker shade. Blue-gray eyes. May or may not be seen with a dark brown tattered leather tricorne. Not exceptionally picky about clothes in any other respect. Somewhat easily overwhelmed, though good at taking charge of a situation when need be. Definitely easily confused. Holds a devil fruit power that allows him to control the wind, that he has mostly mastered since inadvertently consuming said fruit ten years ago; though he still has yet to fully grasp that overuse of this power can and will create strange and disastrous weather patterns. Fairly goodhearted for a pirate, especially when compared to his first mate, though not the least bit adverse to petty thievery and cheating people.
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"Perhaps he’s right. Perhaps we would be better off dead. Most unfortunate that peashooter of yours didn’t do a single thing against my case, but such is life.”
Khronian; English accent. Ageless. Human in appearance as a muse, and appears to be early to mid twenties. About six feet tall. Slender build. Black hair, gray green eyes, pale Celtic complexion. Style reminiscent of early 20th century; he is often seen wearing a gray or black tweed overcoat and bowler hat favors white-collared shirts and black dress pants, as well as bow ties over straight ties. He is very well eloquent and well-mannered when need be, and comes across as old-fashioned; however, he truly detests most mortals as inferior beings and mostly finds them mildly irritating to boring, and occasionally he finds them as a source of amusement. Prefers to be referred to by his falsified surname, Skye; detests being called "Morty." Has quite an affinity with cats. Normal powers include absorbing mortal's remaining time left alive (any amount of it; and they're left older depending on how much of it he takes from them), and reading peoples' pasts and futures; though both of these abilities, much to his chagrin, are quite muddled in the Muse Realm and thus nearly useless. His regular form is as a shadowy, incorporeal figure; when he reverts to it, his physical body literally dies on the spot, and will be transported back wherever he decides to reform his physical self.
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"C'mon, when have you known me to do anything other than whatever I damn well feel like doing?”"
Human. American; accent localized between upper New England and New York City. Coke dealer and occasional conman, head chef at a small Italian bistro. Around thirty-two in age. Around 5'11", lean muscular build. A couple facial scars, one particularly prominent one stretching across his forehead. Deep blue eyes. Tan complexion. Wavy black hair, often has five o'clock shadow but never a full beard. More concerned with hygiene than fashion itself; if it's relatively clean, he'll probably wear it, though his field of work tends to lead him toward the tough-guy look. Hopeless romantic, though good luck getting him to admit it. Major grandma's/mama's boy, expect anyone who says anything negative of them to wind up with a broken jaw. Not proud of where his life has led him, but he rolls with it. Excellent cook. Friendly, smooth-talker, short temper, good at picking up on other's emotions and using them to his advantage. Often lacks determination and faith but good at putting on a confident guise and winning over friends even among his enemies.
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Working my way towards twenty, as you can see. I'll gradually add in pictures.
EDIT: Do I have twenty yet? I think I might...
