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Sebmark art..,

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there's just something about this era that i can't seem to put my finger on it...
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Duedephelon still wasn't sure how he wound up in this situation.
His mother had plans for the both of them to meet with a friend of hers for some outing or another. Something as simple as them both needing to be in the same place at the same time and deciding to gather. It seemed innocent enough, at least until Mother started talking far more about her friend's daughter than the imp himself.
He had heard the full details when getting ready: They were both adopted outside of their... would species be applicable? For lack of a better term he decided it was. They were close to the same age. They both needed more friends. They were going to get along great. All the things that seemed to command that they find something in common rather than actually knowing if they did- and that doing so was on some form expected.
All of those were phrases commonly reserved for an introduction that was more just a friendly meeting. As much as he wanted this to be a simple cordial visit with some new people, once he had sat down for a meal at one of the slightly cleaner outdoor diners both of their respective parents had left.
Conclusion: This was a setup. It was clear they were expected to at least find some degree of common ground and if anything more came of it, that was the plan all along- but only if it worked.
"Fie on your plots..." He muttered before casting a blank stare back at the young woman on the other end of the table who seemed equally as displeased to be here, though something about her told him that was more a perpetual state of being than displeasure with this specific moment.
As much as he wanted to simply ask if her father likewise implored her to 'make new friends' through grandiose and hyperbolic assurances, proper politeness would be required here.
"I am... Duedephelon," He began, "Royal Steward of-" No. That wasn't right. Not anymore. "...Formerly... of the Ars Goetia. Friends have taken to calling me Phel. Thou art...?"
Hi so uh. First things first:
This is my first MC blog, so I'm bound to mess something up, all I'm asking is to not be the target of anyone's hatred/rage. In other words, The Golden Rule is all that applies here.
So... anyone have any idea where I am?
(( I drew this! I still gotta work on my shading and whatnot (and drawing so fast) but this is more or less what the femboy adventurer link looks like! ))

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Thane being a soppy romantic
victor guerra is a professional car racer and a high priest of the order. he is descendant of alessandro guerra, first prophet of the order of italian origin for the period of time that it was settled there.
he moved to new york following the new prophet even when he enjoyed his job and life in italy, leaving behind a wife (that he married obligated because she got pregnant), and while she’s paid for everything and kept a secret from the public, he still pretends she actually never existed.
he met ariel on that new life, being exactly how his great grandfather remembered on his books, and surprised, he simply couldn’t go away despite it being initially just a pilgrimage. sort of.
he was blessed by ariel with the power of projecting his own area, like an armor or vectors that gave him extra limbs or members which allows him to drive at a better faster reaction time, and also, allows him to sabotage competitors which is not against the rules of his contract.
he’s a dominant man, doesn’t take no for an answer when suggesting something but doesn’t force it out either. he simply stops, as a sort of punishment. and while he can act servicing from time to time, it’s a rare event.
tops? only.
bottoms? no.
he likes to be called by his name or daddy. within the order he’s master or sir for members, so outside is not an unfamiliar term for him. he refers to others by their names or ‘boy’. rarely, really rarely pet. full names when he’s angry.
size: 7+ inches, fist thick (power variable)
Xiel: “I love scheming and being wicked”
//Some expression practice with Xiel. Really happy with how this one turned out.