forum The Immortals / (6/6) / (Closed!)

Started August 10, 2020 by @Shadow_Knight group

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(So, I'm going to try writing a male character, since there seems to be so many female characters… Plus, I need the practice 😁☺️)

Name: Larson ”Lars” Carter
Age: (Their appearance stops ageing around mid 20's to 30's,) is actually 900, and loves teasing ”Etta” about it ;D, but looks 27/28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Biromantic and a bit of a sassy flirt
Appearance: short messy black hair, mischievous emerald green eyes, thin lips that are almost always smirking… (I can see him often getting compared to Loki… And he will eat it up!) though he's only 5’7”… and hates it. He also has a couple of decent scars on his back and left shoulder.
Clothing or Style: baggy black cargo pants with a chain connecting two of his pockets, he’s not particularly about shirts of any kind and he also likes any kind of jackets.
Backstory (optional): tbh
Other: I forget the actual year but he had a lot of fun during the Noir period… and caused a lot of trouble during prohibition. Favorite people; Louis Armstrong and, believe it or not, Agatha Christie and Jane Austen… He still has every one of their books and Satchmo’s albums.
Shipping: Yes.

@Shadow_Knight you'll want to update the post title to 5/6 slots

Name: Sevrin Whiteman
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
- Eyes: A beautiful hazel-y color, with green and brown and a little bit of gold in them. Always warm and friendly, and very expressive.
- Hair: Short, but still somehow messy. A warm brown color, like hog chocolate. Slightly curly, although you could only tell that if it was longer.
- Face: Kind of cute. Not handsome, but not ugly, either. He has one of those faces where it looks good until you put him with better looking people, slightly above average. His lips thin, and his nose is of average size.
- Body: Slender, like a swimmer or a dancer. Still has muscle, but it’s not like those weird buff guys who are working out all the time.
- Skin tone: A warm tan, from being out in the sun
- Height: 5’10”
- General Weight: About 180lb. He’s pretty light and agile
- Distinguishing marks: He has a tattoo of the letter K on his left ankle. It was the first initial of his first crush, which ended terribly. It’s a reminder that he should never judge a book by its cover.
Clothing or Style: Jeans and T shirts. Anything casual. Sneakers. Sometimes a hoodie, although he has a pretty good tolerance for the cold.
Backstory: Neh
Other: Well… he's the mortal… he also loves learning things, and is very observant, so he recognized the immortals right away.
Shipping: I mean… why not.

Zara looked up from her phone as she heard the near by clock tower chime twelve. She was currently taking up an entire restaurants booth inside North Side Cafe. It was one of Zara's favorite restaurants and a her favored meeting spot of the immortals. North Side didn't know, but they had been serving Zara since 1922. It was one of her favorite places to get alcohol during the prohibition. The others had agreed to meet her at 12:15, so she was early, but that just have her a chance to order food.
"Hello, and welcome to North Side Cafe. What can get you to drink?" A waitress asked Zara.
"Hi, could I get a cherry coke and four waters?" She asked with a smile.
The waitress gave her a slightly confused look as she set down the one menu she had brought to the table. "Are you expecting more people?"
Zara nodded. "We're going to need four more menu's." She said, holding up four of her fingers.

Roslyn walked in, humming to herself as the little bell on the door ring. She quickly fixed her leather jacket, walking up to the table Zara was sitting at. "Hi!" She said, smiling as she slid in the booth across from her. "How are ya?" She asked, already playing with an old woven bracelet.

Lars yawned a little as he approached the North Side. He forgot who’s idea it was for all the immortals to meet up at midnight but he refused to miss out on the opportunity to annoy the others. The thought brought his usual smirk back to his face, despite still looking a little tired. ”Well, well, well… Must be my lucky night. Two pretty ladies all to myself for a while.” he said in his habitual flirty way as he entered the cafe and walked over to Zara and Roslyn. ”Who gets the first kiss?”

As per usual, Eudora arrived right on time into the restaurant, dressed in what would be called a casual outfit for her; a short purple floral and flowy dress paired with simple small heels. The only thing that looked out of place was her myriad of bracelets she had collected over the years. "My three favorite people, how are you?" She said, happily bumping Lars with her hip and sliding smoothly into the booth next to Zara. It seemed like forever since she had last gotten to meet everyone, but she was excited they were finally able to. "It's been forever since I've stepped foot in here, we should let you get everyone together more often."

Zara smiled as everyone rolled in. "It's nice to see you all again. I hope none of you have gotten into too much trouble." She teased. "And Lars, if those lips get anywhere near me, I will cut them off."

(I just realized I never explained too much about the immortality thing. They can get hurt like regular people, but they have a rapid healing factor and can get back up from anything that would normally kill a person. So, ex. cutting someone's lips off, would hurt a lot, but it would come back. Does that make sense?)

(Makes sense to me.)

”Promises promises Zara.” Lars chuckled, unfazed by the threat as he sat next to Rosy and casually draped his arm around her shoulders. ”Eudora, it's so good to see you too. Fashionable as always. Have you finally agreed to marry me?” he winked.

"You know I would in a heartbeat Larson," Eudora replied with matching flirtiness, winking in return, "As soon as you apologise for that incident in Europe in the thirteen hundreds." She grabbed the menu as she talked, already knowing that she was more likely going to steal food from everyone else than order anything. "Anyone have anything fun happen to them since we last saw each other?"

Rosie smiled softly, picking up a menu and deciding to just not mention the arm around to see how and when Lars would react. "Oh, not much, been to a few shows… did you know Slash's son started a band? I saw them at the Whiskey a Go Go, he's quiet the drummer-"

((Fun fact- that's an actual thing that happened, they're called Classless Act and you can find video of that set on youtube))

Lars chuckled, his smirk never fading. ”You’ll have to be more specific, Dora. Which ”incident” do I have to apologize for? Because I can't remember any that ended badly.” he shrugged playfully, keeping his arm in place as he looked at Rosie's menu. ”I haven't done anything new recently. Just been up to the usual stuff.” he admitted to the others. ”I haven't heard from Slash in years though. His kid as talented as he is?”

Rosie shrugged slightly. "Well, I have no idea about London's guitar skills, but I wouldn't be surprised if Steven Adler himself taught him drums." She said, smiling slightly. "Or, at least, was a heavy influence." Her fingers, nails decorated with chipped black polish, tapped against the menu slightly, itching for a cigarette.