#phantompainrp

Brief description: Hasbeen vagrant from Azim Steppe who left his homelands and his name behind. Though he does not conceal his obvious clan of origin his appearance is as far as he let's it speak for itself. After traveling south and out of the steppes he continued his way to Kugane where he successfully found employment as wrangler at Koshu.

Race/clan: Au Ra/ Xaela Age: 30 Gender: M

Personality:  forthright, selfless, resourceful, courageous, protective, tough, caring Appearance: Average stature male xaela, wiry built, slightly grayish skin, blue left eye & green right eye, dark hair.  Occupation: Wrangler

Combat: 8/10 Initiative: 5/10 Wits: 6/10 Teamwork:4/10 Intelligence: 8/10 Musings by mun: - Pic with Buduga getup is intentional. Buduga was the tribe Ikaruga spend his formative and earlier adult years with, before major event for him drove him to want to leave the steppe which led him to run away; the event being death of his biological brother Taichar, with whom they were orphan outcasts before being brought in with Buduga by abduction. The years with Buduga were not bad for them and joining tribe saved their lives definitely. But after Taichar's death by combat injuries Ikaruga could not help beginning to have qualms about the warlikeness of Buduga. Though it’s been years since he ran away, he is still slightly concerned if leaving like he did put any kind of target on his back.

Brief description: Young keeper balancing his life choices between traditionalism and wanderlust to see little more of the world. Since the death of his uncle with whom he lived his days in the forest he has survived on his own and recently found nearly stable income as guide between Gridania and Drybone, while sending cut from his earnings to his aunts, cousins and grandmother.

Race/clan: Miqo'te/Keepers of the Moon Age: 2X Gender: M Personlity: cunning, playful, generous, courageous, adventurous, responsible, caring Appearance: Slender built, moderate stature, gray skin, wavy mauve hair, leonine tail, small scar in-between eyes, blue right eye and brown left eye Occupation: Highway guide, working on route between Gridania and Drybone 

(Fandom: Undertale; AU)

- Me Compared to her table waiting and patron entertaining collagues, Muffet was far more elaborately dressed for starters. Rot had followed with halfhearted focus as the peppy spider had served the gloomy guy several seats further away from him. Hearty service just seemed to be her style, skeleton in green thought, and not even hood screaming leave me be couldn't stop this miss. "Haha..." Rot couldn't help the small laughter, as the proprietress approached him with flatter right away. He knew he was awkward with accepting compliments, but at least he was self-aware about his own shortcomings. "Guilty as charged, as it comes to visiting the place for the first time, I mean", he replied to the chatter, while putting on less stunned face. He accepted the drinklist, but didn't delve into it as he alreayd knew what he fancied. "Coffee with dash of brandy, thanks."(edited)

- Friend :) "Excelent choice, sir." she said in entiing tone as she turned to reach for the brandy from the shelve behind her and  coffe at the counter under it. Mixing it up and then handing it over to his new favorite customer, at least in the next two minutes still if nothing else would come up. "Here you go. Would you be so kind and entertain my curiosity, what might bring you to Snowdin? Business or to see a family perhaps?" this was clearly because Rot was a skeleton and the person in the hood was one. There weren't that many of their kind left and in fact, Muffet had thought the two brothers living here had been alones.

- Me "Eh, just business. There is vacant industrial space I'm kinda interested in." Rot was not sure is Muffet talked to him in hopes of getting subject of gossip out of him, to soften him up to buy few more drinks, or both. Whatever the case, he didn't really mind since his business was not secret anyway, and if he were to rent studio from Snowdin it would be better to have acquaintance around than not. As Muffet was done with his drink, Rot accepted it with thinly veiled enthusiasm. What could he do, he loved the smell of coffee maybe too much, but this time it was all about the several hours since his last cup. The lonesome hooded guy, now that he dared to glance at his direction again, looked even more nervous than before. It was hardly his problem, but truthfully somewhere inside he felt some pity for the guy. Rot turned toards Muffed, and leaned in to whisper. "Is... is he ok? Seems a bit out of sorts to me."

- Friend :) "Aaah, yes, I belieave it's still empty indeed." she chattered but her further plans for chit chat were interrupted when her new customer showed some interest on her old ones. Muffet would lift one of her hands to poorly hide her amused smile, there was no hint of sarcasm or pity in it as she leaned closer to whisper equally quiet "He is always like that. He stays by himself because locals are afraid of him and his appearence but behind those scars he is actually quite sweet little thing." she hummed strightening again "we call him Mellow." The skeleton near the wall froze for a moment. He could swear he had heard his name mentioned but figured it might be just his imagination. Mellow had many meanings after all and one of them was to describe someone who was in good mood and drunk.  Considering they were at bar he thought it wouldn't be far fetched to hear it being used without meaning him. So he took the glass a bit closer to sip his drink, a soda low on alcohol.

(Fandom: FFXIV)

- Me

(Fandom: Transformers)

- Me In the shadow of the column in the side of the so called street further on their way to the gates of the stadium, an inky violet mech with single arms and single cyclopic green optic in stead of a face followed the trine with unreleting gaze. The sort of which could be assumed as challenge down here among the slaves, but when that seemed to go unnoticed the mech did not waste time walking after Thundercracker. "I've seen you around", the mech said nonchalantly. "You vosians", he continued, making the target of his attention strikingly clear.

- Friend :) Following the now rather content looking leader of his Thundercracker did not miss the curiosity that stared at them. Those with only one optics were somewhat rare themselves, usually lower working class and few the seeker knew were from their rivaling town Tarn.. But raising attention or trying to pic up age old fights was not their purpose here, they were there to observe them so the blue flyer completely ignored the following gaze as if he had not evennoticed it. Ignoring became harder when the cyclops started to trail them and speak. The first phrase did not get any acknowledgment but the second part made Starscreams phase slow, not stop, but slow. With it Thundercracker too rephased himself before turning his helm just enough to create eyecontact. "What of it? Kaon is not exclusive to ground bound visitors." Now that he was watching the purple mech he noted how fixed his gaze was upon just him and he was not sure if he was happy about that or not. At least it meant Starscream was unlikely target of whatever this bot was after thought Thundercracker supposed it was possibly credits he was after.

- Me "Hah, so cold and awkward...", the purple mech said, oddly in voice that had no intent to taunt. Instead the likeness insult was spoken like simple fact. "It's not first time you are around here." He repeated, not allowing Thundercracker chase him by simply trying to vary the pace of his walking. "...And I was just wondering what three of such polished and cute bots are doing in bad place like this?" The one armed and one eyed mech shot glance at lord Starscream and Skywarp, who prance on owning his newly improvised bodyguard duty. "Well, two at least."

- Friend :) Insults.. if it was meant as one.. did not distract the blue wingman who kept his optics locked on what he saw of the other over his shoulder, seemingly uninterested. Thought his gaze became slightly sharper when he noted the others helm turning towards his comrades followed by compliments on their appearences. Compliments or measure how rich they were. "What does any high class member do in here? Go watch the fight.." he told truthfully, thinking it was useless to hide as they were already heading towards the arenas and if they were seen multiple times it likely meant the other was aware they visited the same place each time.. and knowing Starscream this was unlikely to be the last either. The last comment the other had made made him lift his  eyeridge lightly, uncertain what to make out of it and was it aimed at himself or Skywarp. Eitherway it was excluding one of them out of the earlier compliment. "I thought all seekers look the same to you." and by 'you' he of course meant everyone outside of Vos. At least that was rather common misperception.

(Fandom: N/A, original RP)

-Friend :) (...) The window reflected his figure and so did it reflect that of his prisoner. “Please have a seat,” he offered as the guards left them to themselves.

-Me The prisoner's garb was far from presentable as it was slightly tattered by combat, casting contrast to this whole shallow courteous introduction of which beginning he listened while bound by the damned fetters. His expression was obviously still murky when the fop of a master whose full list of titles he did not care about asked him to sit down. A courtesy which he was planning to take, even if it would be the last one - it certainly was the first one he had been graced with while being captured by the sentries of the citadel. The dull guardsman left the room, and left Faust without his shackle in it. So, unsurprisingly, the man, a vampire like him, looking out the window was clearly able to defend himself, unlike the other one. "Protector, eh? Shall we cut to the chase, then?" He opened the seemingly unmoderated conversation, while Nikolai continued to gawk at him by the reflection.

-Friend :) The prisoner, in his tattered gown and degraded state, sat on the chair opposite his back. The chair with its leather cushions was probably the most civil treatment he had gotten while spending his time in his citadel. The North wasn’t know for its comforts, not for those who crossed its rules - and yet as for the ruler, he was hardly barbarian by his nature. Unlike some of them. Eyeing the prisoner from the window he hardly wanted to underestimate the man. He’d never met the man, but was not unaware of his background. And after the capture of the man, he had taken into account to gather all the necessary information of him as well. “So, Faustus,” he spoke, now turning to meet the man, eye to eye. The fur collar of his cloak was fastened with the regal seal of the Savalievs and the fabric fell heavy on his shoulders all the way to the floor. “Still a humble servant of the Servatoris?” Gazing at the prisoner with his piercing blue eyes, everything in his presence let him know that he was speaking to His Exellence, to the last son of the Savalievs - a family name well-known as the magicians of the North, with the tragedy that had faced them all those hundreds of years ago, wiping them all dead except for the last heir saved by his new master.

-Me Faust made his seat as comfortable as he could while paying as little respect as he was able to by minding this protector's presence accordingly. "...I make it my business to not whip the name of my associates around." Further introductions were unnecessary, he noticed, as this Nikolai placed them to first-name basis so soon. Actually, that worked for Faust as he seriously did not give shite. "I have enjoyed the inhospitality of this land. Now what has this all been about? Give me one reason to not force my out this place as we speak", he snarled, uninterested any more questionabale pleasantries.

-Friend :) “And the North has certainly enjoyed your inhospitability. Inhospitality that I have not yet answered back in full, as I still see you moving your lips, breathing and all.” And if his prisoner had not yet any idea as to why he had been captured, he would be getting that idea soon. “And as to not whiping the name of your associates around, taken your actions into consideration, that seems like a wise choice. One would be hard to believe that it is in the interest of your so-mentioned associates to wipe out entire flocks of our Northen species? A flock of extreme rarities might I add.”