#rooftop-midnighter

Mai usually wasn’t one to attend concerts. She liked music very much, but it was the combination of crowds and loudness, sounds and colors, that overwhelmed her. The only exception was classical music, which she didn’t listen to very much, but she enjoyed. Perhaps this is why she accepted the tickets for the concert from her acquaintances with more grace than usual, and how she ended up utterly enraptured by the musician’s performance.

When it came to music- and life in general, actually, Mai’s standards could never be considered ‘low’. But even if they had been unrealistically high, she imagined she would still be blown away by the man called Ignazio Amaretto. The song he played was familiar to her, but it changed. Of course, every song did, depending on the artist and instruments, but Ignazio managed to transform this tune’s colors from simple burgundy to colors akin to wine and chocolate, smooth like silk. And he did the same with every single song he performed, turning simple colors into something complex that she had trouble describing.

That’s why at the end of the concert, Mai resolved herself to meet this artist. She simply had to. Excusing herself from her acquaintances, she weaved through the crowds, not caring if she walked into places that she had no authority to enter, until she managed to finally find the man who performed. 

  “Son of a bitch... Italy again?”

  How many times was he going to end up here? Why was it that this place was the one commonly chosen? The man looked over to the roof’s edge to the city streets below. An overhang was in the way, but it seemed like the streets were empty. He began his descent from the tile rooftops to the ground by leaping to the overhang below... he miscalculated the distance and ended up falling a little farther than he thought he would. Ceramic pieces shattered when he hit them, and the pavement below didn’t feel too well when he hit it.

Munday Meme Part 1 | @rooftop-midnighter

😂 ; What are some similarities between you and your muse?

[[Anxiety, low self-esteem, anti-social behavior, a complete and utter lack of knowledge of how to act like a normal human being… Well, OK, maybe not that last one. I hate sounding like so much of a mess because I’m coping perfectly fine most of the time these days. Took a while, but here we are.]]

🤔 ; What are some differences between you and your muse?

Lucky for her red was her colour. Ciliegia was covered in it; messier than she wanted she was somewhat disappointed with herself. Her eyes searched for a public bathroom, frustratedly swiping the flat of the knife on her red sleeves ripping them slightly before she found one.

Vincenzo Ombra. So that was indeed the name of man Jorah had been hearing rumblings about as of late. Sure, these rumblings may have only been rumors about a reputation brought up in conversations listened to. Unsure if she should be annoyed are impressed, Jorah opted to do an investigation of her own. There was only so much talk of a single individual the young woman could take before curiosity became too enticing. 

Kourin considered himself to be a person with good instincts. Perhaps he was not the sort of guy who could size someone up and make a fairly accurate guess about their character, but at the very least, he knew when someone was trouble.

The man who walked through the door was- or rather, he could be.

Even while he was in the mafia, Kourin had heard rumors about a master thief. Never seen him for himself, but there were whispered descriptions. Sure, many of them were vague and could fit just about anyone if stretched so far, but this guy... not only did he fit the bill, there was just something about him that Kourin couldn’t trust. Without any proof though, he had no reason to treat him any different from his other customers. Swallowing his unease, he nodded to the man in greeting.

Character Development Questions

16. Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

[[Strangely, the two are almost one and the same for Blackmore. Succeeding gives him some pride, gives him value and if it doesn’t exactly make him happy, it’s a close approximation. Then again, if genuine happiness came within reach, he would at the very least be tempted, but ultimately, he’s too deep into the way of life he’s chosen for himself.]]

25. How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

[[Let’s say he's… cautious. With his lack of self-esteem, he has a bad tendency to expect the worst from people if he considers them to be on his own level. If he considers them to be above him, he just assumes they know better. He’s like a one-man feudal system, in way.

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s): Giorno Giovanna

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muses because I always, always love hearing about them

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other