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(Also, characters can have powers and physical transformation like wings or claws, etc, if you'd like. Might help to describe your character in this as well. Also, what abilities will your characters have?)
Deceit, by all rights, should not look intimidating. Thin, lanky, and only showing a little muscle despite how much he exercised, was intimidating. His hair was always messy, so he covered it in a stylish black hat. He was too skinny looking for his own good, thus covering himself in layers of black clothing and hiding his thin shoulders with an opera cape. He wore gloves so people wouldn't see his delicate hands. That horrible woman Linda called it "a gruesome Victorian goth parade", Deceit simply called it comfortable. It was probably because he was tall, or the dark, sleek cane he used for his limp (but only in public– you don't need to limp in the comfort of your own home, no matter what horrific injury that by all rights should have taken off your whole leg did), or maybe the terrible assortment scars like scales over half of his face. But he did find there were some advantages to bring able to loom over people.
This was not one of those times.
He was trying his best to stay cool, but the women and a few men of the PTA were truly grating on his nerves. Thank gods Patton was sitting right next to him. Eventually the meeting was over, they went home, Deceit had promised not to throw pens at Mrs. Helen Brown, personal assistant to the mayor and "loving" mother of four. How could she be loving? She stood for gluten free food! However, they got home with little incident, and Deceit made note to go back on that promise as soon as possible.
Where did they live? Well, it was a large enough cottage in Sanders Bay, a beachside community of stoners, vacationers, high-strung competitive soccer moms, a handful of sane people, and the Sophistry house.
House Sophistry was the name of Deceit's noble house, a high ranking class of royalty bent on rising to the top. Which they had. Deceit was the only eligible heir, but he never really wanted the responsibility anyways and really, who would make a Markless child responsible for a kingdom? So they had no heir, and the place had been squabbling ever since over a prophecy only his mother had read about the true heir.
Meanwhile, Patton, dear sweet Patton, was a mere farmboy of no noble house, only a simple village. He was rather proficient in his Marking, having very high skill that allowed him to soar over his peers. And to make him an outcast. Obviously the two bonded the moment they met. And their first kiss, oh, was that a time to remember.
And now they were returning home to make sure the children in their nuclear family hadn't murdered each other yet. No screaming, good. So far, no panicking Logan by the door stress eating Crofters. Good. No Remus parading around the house with a sword from Deceit's armory he could have sworn he locked the door to. All good, for now. "Patton, love, I really think our children are finding out how responsibility works." Deceit smiled. There was a loud crash, and he exasperatedly rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Well, I seem to have spoken far too soon. Lets fix this while we have time to see which of the twins, or possibly Virgil, caused this one."
