forum When the Dust Settles, Only I Shall Remain (Closed, 2/2)

Started March 13, 2023 by Deleted user

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Name: Akeem Yáng
Age: 26
Gender: male (he/they)
Personality: seems incredibly cold hearted, but in all reality, he’s just reserved. For people who are truly close to him, he has a soft and loving side. Akeem is known for seeming blunt and to the point with everything. He also cannot pick up social cues for the life of him, which tends to make him seem arrogant.
Appearance-

Style: mostly wears comfortable clothes, but has an alternative/grudge style.
Physical (Eye/hair/skin color): his eyes are both blue, but one eye is lighter than the other. His hair is a black with blond/white streaks. His skin matches his hair, he has a relatively tan skin tone with patches of pale white skin.
Physical:
Height: 6ft 1
Weight: 123lbs
Blood Color: light pink
Likes: quiet areas, nice people, food,
Dislikes: loud areas/people, mean people, being deprived of food, bad textures, being forced to do anything.
Hobbies: fixing and building things, makeup and clothes design.
Talents: is incredibly creative, flexible (contortionist), and singing.
Conditions: (Mental) autism, general anxiety disorder and ptsd.
Conditions: (Physical) vitiligo, chronic fatigue, asthma and type 1 diabetes.
Background: soon to be figured out during the rp.
Other: he is Omni sexual and is a satanist.

Name: Aster (Not his real name, but it's what he introduces himself as.)
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance-

Style: Mostly jeans and black t-shirts with a brown leather duster and black running shoes.
Physical: 6'8" and 320 lbs.
Blood Color: His blood is inky black.
Personality: Very stubborn in his beliefs, he listens to no opinion on them besides his own. Otherwise he's a pretty chill - albeit blunt - man. Moral dilemas always, in his eyes, end with two choices: he wins, or the enemy wins. He can be a bit. . . too black and white in his views, however. There is always a good side and a bad side. He always chooses the "good side," even if it isn't normally considered "moral." He generally doesn't accept debate kindly, but doesn't take it horribly either.
Likes: Distinct sides and choices, morally self-righteous people and entities (such as God or His angels), logic
Dislikes: Unreasonable people/hysterical people, morally grey people (though they can be useful at times, he has to admit), people who give in easily to anger or frustration
Hobbies: Studying, boxing, analytics, coding
Talents: Logical thought, analyzing people, making split second choices, making accurate calculations
Conditions: ADHD, though it hardly affects him negatively
Background: (Will be revealed)

Oh i like him!

^^

Aster was walking down the sidewalk, his shoulders squared and head high, exuding his usual air of strength, determination and command as he strode purposefully down the street. '

One would think he was a secret government agent with the way he held himself, but in all actuality, he was merely another office worker in a rectangle of other office workers, stuck in a 6-by-5 cubicle for 10 hours a day, every day.

He was getting tired of it. But you wouldn't see that looking at him.

Despite the clothing he was wearing, which would usually hang off of anyone else, the seams seem to bulge a little, on his jeans, black t-shirt and leather duster. Another reason to convince people to get out of his way.

He was lost in thought. His hard, cool, light grey eyes were staring intently. It was because he was lost in thought that he didn't notice the two people rushing from another street, and so tripped over them, scraping his hands against the concrete.

His concentration broke, he looks at the pair.

"My apologies to both of you. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." he says, his voice solid and bassy. He surreptitiously tries to wipe off his hands, which were scraped and bleeding, but all he succeeded in doing was smearing his blood.

Akeem was walking with his friend, seemingly just having a normal day. At least he thought so. As he was talking, he bumps into another man and yelps in surprise. He watches as the man falls onto the pavement. He gasps and immediately reacts to help. “I am so sorry! Are you alright?” He offers his hand, looking extremely worried. He pauses, however when he sees the man wipe his hands on his jeans.

Akeem stares in slight shock at the man, blinking. “I- uh- um-“ He clears his throat, “Are- uh- are you okay-?” He stutters, searching for the right words.

Reo was laughing softly, gesturing with his hands as he talked, explaining something stupid he had seen to Akeem. When they run into an older man, Reo falls silent, going mute.

Reo looks at the older man, silent, and then looks at Akeem and then back to the man. He frowns at the smear of blood, and looks him over again, mutely watching to see what he would do next.

Aster stares both the younger men and narrows his eyes, at Akeem more than anything.

"I'm fine. Now, I know you're fine physically. But you both will have to come with me. I need to have a word with you both." he says. His words simply left no room for argument, as he turned and walked towards a smaller sidestreet. His gait said he fully expected them to follow.

Akeem glances at Reo, wide eyed. “Should we-?” He whispers. He definitely felt uneasy about this.

Akeem fidgets slightly, shifting as he takes a sharp breath. “What if he tries to kill us? Or worse?” Scenarios started playing through his mind. Mostly gruesome ones. He shivers and shakes his head.

Reo looks at the man’s back, shaking his head, taking Akeem’s arm gently, and whispering, “I’m not.” He looks at Akeem. Then back to the older man. He was not going to follow some random man just because he ran into him. And especially after the look he had given Akeem. No one looked at his friends like that, especially when they were trying to be nice.

Aster looks back at the odd pair and sighs.

"I'm not a killer. That would be an extreme waste of my time and energy. Just follow me." he says bluntly.