forum Supernatural RP Reboot (OPEN - PLEASE JOIN)

Started August 05, 2018 by @PeaceWillWin-FearWillLose

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Cressida turns to Al. "You alright?"

"Yeah, alright." Al said, he took another drink and turning towards the other person.
"Those kinds of things, toxins, diseases, are all useless on me." He held up his glass. "Even this beverage has little effect.

“I just don’t want anything else in my brain…” the bug says, sitting down on a stool rather then on the bar.

"I get it." Al said, ordering another drink.

“But do you…” he says. His little antenna buzz.

"Yes." Al said, sipping his drink. He flipped out his phone.

The bug stares curiously.

Aspen pulls her hood up and walks into the bar

Cressida turns to the bartender. "Can I have a drink? I don't care what."

“Need a plain and simple fizzy water.” Aspen growled

“Fizzy water?” The bug asks, looking at Aspen.

Name: Meun (pronounced Mew-n)
Age: Looks about 22, is actually thousands of years old
Gender: Male
Species (your characters don't have to be human!): God of the night/dreams
Powers/Abilities: Able to control dreams/read minds, can create things out of stardust and clouds, able to wield a sort of bladed staff, able to calm people/creatures who are upset
Personality: Calm, generally sleepy, a bit on the sensitive side, laid back, always looking like he's about to doze off, a bit naïve, cries often, appears innocent but isn't really
Appearance: Pale skin with a warm undertone, dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks, gold eyes, fluffy pale blue hair with dark blue space-like highlights and a bit of a starry patterning, space-themed ear piercings, a gold hoop around his lip, gold tongue piercing, button down with the sleeves rolled up over a dull blue sweater, simple gold choker, thin gold necklaces, blue jeans, beat-up converse, several bracelets, multiple abstract tattoos on the inside of his arms and on his back that shimmer a faint gold, circular gold glasses
Backstory: God of the night who's currently running from a war that's slowly forcing every god and goddess into it, really just wants people to stop viewing him as a weapon
Other (Hogwarts house, glasses or no, etc.): Loves warm drinks and rain, has a sort of "nightmare" form where his colors shift to a darker sunset tone and he becomes a bit on the violent side

(thanks, I just made him but I've been dying to use him in an rp. and yeah, his nightmare form is a bit interesting)

Meun stumbled into the bar, looking a tad more tired than usual. He slid into a seat at the end of the bar counter, letting his head rest on his arms as he folded them beneath his head

Cressida glanced at Meun. "Hi."

The bug waves softly, curious as he is to everyone. This isn’t his planet after all. He pokes him.

"Hello," Meun mumbled, turning to wave at her for a moment before turning to the bartender. "Chardonnay, please," he asked before letting his head rest back in his arms. He raised a brow as he was poked, turning to the bug in faint confusion

"You alright, dude?" Cressida asks.

“Sleeping?” He asks.

"Just…exhausted, I suppose," Meun said with a soft smile. "I appreciate the concern, though," he added gently

“Why are you exhausted?” He asks, his antennas chirping.

"I haven't been home in several weeks, and having people running after you asking for you to join some new fight gets tiring quickly," Meun explained

"I know the feeling. It's like, I've been fighting for as long as I can remember. Why can't people just leave me alone!" Cressida downs the rest of her drink, and orders another.

"Agreed," Meun muttered before resting his head on his arms again. "I just want to be left alone. I'm not a fighter, at least not willingly. I just…see no point in it."

"Well, if these annoying people show up and ask you to fight, I'll… politely send them on their way." Cressida smiles.

"That would be lovely. But really, you don't have to. I've taken care of them this long," Meun assured her gently

"Alright then." Cressida finishes her drink and orders yet another one. "But the offer's there if you need it. Here-"

She fishes around in her shoulder bag, and takes out a notebook and pen, writing down her phone number and handing it to Meun. "-if you need any help, just call."