A Thousand Miles And Counting

@the-blackened-dove​

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GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: Cis

Race: Mixed White and Filipino

Complexion:

Height: 5′10″

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details:

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: Body is perpetually in peak physical condition. Covered in freckles.

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: Black Notes: Bayor doesn’t grow much body hair, and what he does have he tends to keep shaved.

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: Black Style: Shaggy. Usually reaches about the middle of his neck, but will sometimes let it grow to his shoulders before he bothers to cut it.

Eye color: Dark brown, pretty much black Details: Carries a sadness in his eyes, but also typically looks at people with a great warmth and care and sincerity.

Scars: His body is a tapestry of scars from all sorts of injuries he’s amassed over the years, but the most notable and easy to spot are his major burn scars that spread cross most of the left side of his torso and up onto his face, as well as two large gashes on his face; one angled from left cheekbone down to chin and one from right temple down to top of right eyebrow.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other:

Color Palette: Lots of vibrant colors for the tops while more muted yet complimentary pants and shoes.

Typical Clothing: Keeps his wardrobe loose and comfy, almost exclusively wears graphic tees as shirts; lots of hoodies, jeans, and canvas sneakers. He isn’t much bothered by extremes in temperature on either side of the spectrum, so his style doesn’t change much with the seasons. ‘On the job’, however, it’s the same plain, black jacket, pants, and shoes to maintain the silhouette motif.

Piercings: N/A

Tattoos: A manifestation of the binding spell on him that makes his body a container for the twins demon locked inside him. Takes the form of a circle at the middle of his chest with chains sprouting from the left and right of it that spread across his chest and spiraling down his arms, stopping at the wrists.

Other Information:

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Typically walks around with a neutral expression if left alone, but lights up with a warm smile as soon as approached. Incredibly expressive and animated during interactions; practically a cartoon character.

Default Body Language: As with his face, very animated and expressive. Talks and reacts with his whole body.

General Movements:   Has a surprising level of fluidity and grace to his movements. Rarely trips over things, has a good spacial awareness even as flailing his arms about, etc. His walk has a steady rhythm, and he tends to keep a pretty brisk pace when alone but never fails to match anyone he’s with when there’s company.

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: Warmth tinged with melancholy. Unwavering sincerity. At times intense with his enthusiasm  

Appearance: Often somewhat disheveled (clothes are often wrinkled or don’t fit perfectly, hair isn’t super groomed or styled), but never dirty. He’s not concerned with being overly neat, but he’s always clean.

Scent: Sweet and fruity scents from his shampoo and/or body wash. If he’s recently used his powers, hints of sulfur.

Voice Description: Strong, low.

Accent: yes / no More information: Moderate Boston accent. It gets much thicker when he’s back home and around family, but in his travels he’s learned to keep it easy to understand for people.

Speech Mannerisms: Lots of ‘my dude’ and ‘my guy’ used at the end of sentences. Prone to suddenly being poetic or profound at disarming moments. Some times uses text abbreviations for phrases aloud (like saying t b h instead of to be honest). Pitch can dramatically rise and fall; is as animated as anything else about him. 

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There was a mix of emotions wafting from her, but the sorrow that even permeated her words was what grabbed his attention most. He admittedly wasn’t very familiar with local Gotham history, but not knowing it to be the place where Dracula died felt like a major oversight. Still, none of that mattered in the face of a friend opening up about their loss.

    Cherry was, at her core, something of a skeptic, even after all the strange things she’d witnessed in her own life. It was just too easy to fudge the facts and obscure the truth. For her own peace of mind, it was more convenient to express doubt until forced to confront reality. Now, however, there was no mistaking the scene before her. Something had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

    When it came to exorcisms, she was a novice at best, but that didn’t stop her from believing that she was capable of so much more. Beliefs, unfortunately, were not necessarily a reflection of reality. Cherry was in way over her head, even if she wouldn’t admit it. Whatever that monster could be categorized as, it was nothing her cursory glances through compendiums or vague half-memories pried from Nikita prepared her for. Still, at the end of the day, it was recognizably and reliably beastly—an obvious “bad guy.” The second figure that came into play, not even hesitating as he tackled the demon, was far more sinister simply because he was an unknown variable.

    His words rang out as an ally, but that didn’t mean much. There was every chance that she would be his next target after he did away with the larger threat. It seemed reasonable enough to her: scare off the predator, only to scoop up the prey yourself.

    “I had it under control!” The words slipped out before she could trap them. She scurried back, inch by inch, on wobbling legs. Something here was very wrong. At any moment, she expected to slip out of consciousness, perhaps wake up in a nearby park. It always seemed to happen whenever things went too far. Cherry was aware that in these heated moments, Nikita snatched the wheel whether she liked it or not, but even focusing her every thought was not enough to summon the demon to the driver’s seat. That could mean only one of two things: either this situation was not nearly as dangerous as Cherry perceived, or Nikita had forsaken her. In terms of self-preservation alone, the latter idea was completely nonsensical. So, Cherry took another stab at greeting her potential savior.

    “Who the hell are you?” 

     Close enough.

He tosses a few fireballs to keep the demon at a distance before he takes a moment to give the person he’s trying to save a once over.

What awaits his gaze is a cacophony of colors and emotions and indicators that are impressive in their number and scope, with fear and magical ability being a couple of the standouts for him. Even amongst the sea of information there was to sort through, one specific fact caught his attention most of all: he could see two auras in one body, which accounted for the abundance of stimuli. It wasn’t the first time he’d come across someone else with ‘roommates’, but he still considered it a mesmerizing rarity. So mesmerizing, in fact, that the enemy at hand was momentarily forgotten as Bayor turned to face her fully with a look of slack-jawed disbelief.

{[“Holy shit, you got a demon in you t-”]}

    “I know you’re just being nice, but I appreciate it. I do have a lotta personality.” She smacked her gum, then grinned. “Anyone with pink hair’s gotta be at least a hair above the norm, right?” Even if it was natural. Especially if it was natural. Again, not that he’d know. “Some might even say it’s too much personality. If they’re right, I wouldn’t mind trading maybe ten, fifteen percent in exchange for a couple inches, or even centimeters. Yeah, that’s what high heels are for, but they’re so impractical.”