The Blood-drenched Plateau: Act I Of The Four

Lol thanks, I've always wanted to play as a bratty girl who doesn't necessarily kill for fun.

Help me deciiiide. I can't do this on my own. ;-;

Hmmz.

I'm tempted to suggest Charming.

Salvador is kind of wonderful. But so's Clovis. Abluhhhhh.

*NervousSquirrel.avi*

Someone decide for meeee ;-;

When I think of Salvador, I think of a skinny guy with a really long and pointed beard. Clovis makes me think of green fields and lush lands. ;)

Salvador is short and pretty. Clovis is excessively tall and extremely volatile.

Uhm, then I guess Salvador works. :)

Dangit, compulsion to use smiley's at end of sentences...

He'll be more fun anyway. His personality. <3


Name: Salvador Delgado
Title: Probably some sort of prostitute moniker if anything.
Relic: The Dragon Monocle
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Bio: Going to leave this a mystery more out of laziness than anything. He used to be a male escort because it was either that or starving, but he was the classy kind of escort. He was given the Monocle by a client-turned-lover after expressing an interest in it upon seeing it in the man's study. It fascinated him to no end. Obviously, otherwise he wouldn't have nailed it to his face like he did.

Weapon of Choice: Knives. Big knives, little knives, whatever. He likes them. He's also a damn good shot with his two revolvers.

Personality/Description: The first thing anyone ever notices about Salvador is his smile. It's just about the most charming, brilliant smile the world has ever seen, and even if he's holding a gun to a newborn child's head as he smiles at you, you would still trust him, if only a just tiny bit. He just looks like reliability incarnate because of that damn smile. His teeth are uncannily white considering the lack of tooth whitening regimes, and they may not be perfect, but they aren't all that crooked. That's probably one of the reasons his smile is so great. It's pretty.

He's pretty, come to think of it. That word doesn't really come to mind when referring to a man, but nothing else can accurately describe him. Of course, handsome works too but not for the same reason. The pretty part has to come from his skin. It's dark, but only a few shades more so than white. Think hispanic with a generation or two of white to dilute it. It's a lovely skin tone. He's of a slender build that's really quite effeminate, although under his clothes is a surprisingly muscular body. He hasn't got much flesh on him-- his ribs are quite clearly visible beneath his skin-- but the flesh he does have is all muscle. When he flexes, it's frightening how much muscle shows itself. He's a little on the short side for a man. Can't be taller than five and a half feet. Probably less.

His face is kind of soft, but it's still angular enough to be easily identifiable as male. Again: pretty. That's because of the cheekbones. They aren't all that prominent, although they do give him a very vaguely haughty look, they're just nice is all. Same with his nose. His nose is pretty great. And his face in general. With that smile, he's absolutely dazzling, and somehow he's just feminine enough that it works as easily on men as it does on women. His eyes are a warm brown color and are just as charming as his smile. They're always alight with some sort of glee. Delight. Joy. Always genuine, never absent. Sometimes positive, oftentimes not. The left is shielded by a blood-colored glass circle that he didn't settle for simply sticking in his eye socket and leaving it at that. It was a little tricky and very painful, but he succeeded in welding some metal molded to fit a relatively small area around his eye to the Monocle and then fixing that construction right into his skull via some red hot nails. No morphine; just a piece of leather to bite down on instead of his tongue.

He dresses like a gentleman, of course, just as he acts like one, although on his way to our starting point, he got a little roughed up. His waistcoat is remarkably unscathed and he really does look fantastic in it. It hugs his waistline and accentuates how fucking girly his body is. It's a dull gray color and a pocket watch chain trails from one of the pockets and hooks neatly to a button hole. There's not a speck of blood on it. The shirt he is wearing beneath his waistcoat used to be white. Now it's stained with blood and sweat and dirt, and the sleeves are torn at roughly the elbow. He abandoned proper trousers and dress shoes for a pair of loose cotton pants held tightly against his skinny legs by leather belts and some kickass hobnailed boots all worn from walking. The iron of the toe guards is stained with blood. Attached both to the straps on his legs and the belt that's actually around his waist are two holsters and several sheathes. The weapons in those probably aren't the only ones he has.

There's one last gentlemanly detail about him and that would be the top hat perched firmly on his head, displacing dark hair that looks honey brown in the right light. It's a very nice hat. Probably isn't hiding anything under it. No sirree. Not a respectable hat like that.

Personality-wise, we're talking charming. Obviously. He's incredibly charismatic and everyone but a mute would be comfortable talking to him in a peaceful situation. That said, he's also a bit of a flirt. By which I mean a huge flirt. It can be problematic at times, but seduction comes easily to him. As do a lot of things. He seems very easy-going but still manages to act like a proper gentleman ought to.

There's something very off about him, though. It's hard to notice with only a cursory glance but extended observation brings forth the realization that he's never not happy. Seriously. Even when he's serious and about to blow your brains out, he's probably smiling at you.

He has some other sides to him, but let's not go into detail about them. Let's just say that everything isn't as it seems, and the sight granted by the Monocle makes it very easy for him to manipulate people. He does love his little games.

Accepted.

That merely leaves the Armor. Any takers? If it's not appealing, we could change it something else.

Can we play twenty questions with what's under his hat.

I'd happily play the Armor person too if need be. Then again, a lot of gay would probably end up happening.

Shhhh, the hat can hear you.

I'm just glad that the monocle holder has a hat and suit. Because darnit, dressing like a gentleman is practically a prerequisite to having an all-seeing monocle. xP

TotalBiscuit would be proud.

Man, what other option even is there?

I don't believe there are any. Well, none of sufficient headgearial fortitude.

Hat could be a gateway to some form of alternate universe in which Osaka's character is but an emissary of others, more Monocle'd and courtesan-y than he...

Wait, wait WAIT. Delgado, two revolvers, innately sexy, charismatic, sees what others can't?

...I sense Dark Tower....

Unintentional Dark Tower! Woo!

Shoop da muthafucking whoop.

Man, it's been so long since I've seen the Lazer Collection. Ah, long-forgotten memes.

Annnnnyyyywaaaayyyysss, we are still having this predicament of the last character! Osaka (or glasgow-which do you prefer?) you are more than welcome to play another character, I know you of all people won't metagame with it, but if someone else is interested now would be the time to mention.

Quite. I'll try to throw something (someone, I guess) together by Saturday. Hopefully.

Name: Adaire Lestáte
Title: None.
Relic: Wolfseal Armor
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Bio: Uh. I'll come up with a backstory as I go. He's had the armor for a few years now.
Weapon of Choice: The armor, for one, makes him quite adept at hand-to-hand combat. More so than you'd think judging on his overall scrawniness. He also carries around a long, moderately heavy chain, usually wrapped around his waist or shoulders.
Personality/Description: Adaire is very clearly not particularly stable regarding his mental facilities. Maybe this has something to do with the whisperings of the being slowly melding itself with him and maybe he was just born that way; it's hard to tell and probably impossible for him to clarify. He may be tall or maybe he isn't; his posture is so terrible that it's hard to tell. He just seems small, although he is taller than average if you stand right next to him. The smallness probably comes from the posture and his overall thinness. It's an unhealthy sort of thinness, like he's sick, and his face is all gaunt with these huge shadows around his eyes.

Speaking of which, he has a very bad case of the crazy eye. Very, very bad. They're a soft, oceany blue which would have been pretty in nice eyes. But like I said, crazy eye, and crazy eye is not "nice". He's always got them open wide enough that all of both irises are visible (although the left eye twitches a lot, so all of that iris is not always visible, obviously), and they're bloodshot and wild with dark circles under them. He looks like a mad animal of some sort, especially when he smiles, because his smile looks more like a snarl. And his mouth twitches too. Left side, of course. Hell, sometimes the whole left side of his face will start twitching uncontrollably.

Fortunately, his matted waves of dark hair usually fall right in front of his eyes, so you don't have to look at them 24/7. That'd probably drive you crazy too. The Armor has been a part of him long enough to know that he does not like to stand out, so it generally doesn't look like armor. Right now it looks a bit like a beggar's rags, more or less: a tattered pair of sack cloth pants, a dirty old shirt, scratchy gloves missing a few fingers, and old boots that appear to be on their last legs. He's got a shapeless old pancake of a hat, too, but that's not impenetrable like his clothes are; it's just a hat.

His motto is "Duck and cover." Seriously. Because if he does that, he's pretty much a glorified turtle given that he does a good job of covering his head. Why is that his motto? It's not even out of intelligence, really, it's out of pure cowardice. He suffers from intense paranoia regarding innumerable issues and as a result finds it incredibly difficult to place his trust in anything but himself and the voice in his head, which may or may not have something to do with that paranoia. He's never had much of a backbone, so he's really easy to manipulate. Or he would be if not for the Armor. In its opinion; it's the only one allowed to mess with Adaire, which it does quite excellently.

If he was a stronger person, Adaire would belong to himself. But he's not, so he doesn't; he belongs to the Armor.

Sounds good.

I'll put up the IC now.

Alriiight.

Goooood.

Rock paper scissors for who's facing west?