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Post by Fiore Featherine on Apr 7, 2014 21:13:23 GMT -7
He shrugged and left his spot in the dark after paying a painter and taking a still wet canvas from him. The painter had painted the girl and himself standing together in the dark, knife and all. He smiled at the handiwork and thanked him for staying so close by and for such a quick, accurate job. He tipped the man and left with the painting of his new 'friend'
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Post by Fiore Featherine on Apr 6, 2014 11:03:14 GMT -7
He didn't seem taken aback at all by the threat nor by her claims of violence for fun. He just kept that bright smile on, the kind that didn't reach the man's eyes, and nodded carefully, working something out in his mind.
"What an interesting thing. To kill for fun. No, I don't pretend to understand. Just a guess." He shrugs lightly. "How interesting that one should find killing fun. Though I suppose people DO make a sport of it, don't they? How intriguing! So what is your name, dear?" he asked as though relations between them truly were dandy and he was meeting a new friend. It wasn't flirtatious but more like a child on the playground. He truly was curious and very interested in this girl, but not in any ways that one might think a man would be. "Oh! I know. Let me guess! Is it Nana? Maybe Rika? Ryu? Rin! It must be Rin! What a fitting name for a girl with such a demeanor, don't you think? Is your name Rin?" He chirped and chattered on a bit about the name and its meanings when different kanji are used before stopping to eagerly await her response.
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Post by Fiore Featherine on Apr 6, 2014 6:28:00 GMT -7
His smile twitched into a frown for just a brief moment at the 'man-snake' commentary. But it was a very brief moment and just that, a twitch. It wasn't an angry frown, nor was it an insulted smile. It was a genuinely sad smile that stayed in his eyes even after the smile returned and brightened his features once again.
"Only a few moments. I wasn't here long." he admitted to her "But I knew you were up to something. The way your attention was on that area rather than your own tasks. Your walk. And your eyes, I could feel the fire all the way over here!" he giggled at that last part as though it was some private joke. "Besides, any person giving off an aura like your own probably has some sort of grudge. From the way you talk, i suppose that grudge is for men,right? Surely you wouldn't stand by and let a man like him push people around."
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Post by Fiore Featherine on Apr 4, 2014 21:25:07 GMT -7
He smiled a friendly smile at the girl and tucked a stray lock of gold behind a blood red camelia he wore on his head. This little trick of appearing to be enjoying a prostitute may have been successful....if his appatel was not swayed more towards the feminine side of his androgynous appearance. Now that she was closer it was apparent that he was looking much like a young girl in his sky blue kimono with the pink and red flowers, clearly meant to be worn by a female and thus making it even more difficult to discern his true gender. Even his voice came out sounding like a giggly girl's
"Why I was simply enjoying the show!" the he/she chirped "After all, I expected you were about to slice down that man so intent on tormenting someone's business. Bit I suppose I was wrong, dear!" the hint of a high class french woman's dialect was the lacong to his voice and he tilted his head in order to see the girl clearer in the poor lighting.
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Post by Fiore Featherine on Apr 3, 2014 17:36:41 GMT -7
Watching from around a corner a young blonde with everything about him caught right between that of a lady and a man, smiled at the girl who seemed to have a great fire sparking in her eyes. It was not often that one would get the chance to witness a girl who was clearly ready to lop the limbs, maybe even the head, off of some random jerk in the market. An amused giggle escaped the spies lips as he watched the spectacle unfold. He certainly was not going to cut in and save the brute, but he would not favor her either. He certainly deserved whatever came to him anyways. He was not hiding, despite being out of sight for now. However he was not going to reveal himself. Rather, he hoped that she would sniff him out of his place and call him out on his peeping.
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Post by Fiore Featherine on Apr 2, 2014 14:24:55 GMT -7
Featherine Fiore has finally arrived from France and made his way to Owari, the base of Oda Nobunaga. Having heard of the great power of the Demon King of the Seventh Heaven the young man had chosen this great leader as his own to follow. He arrived at the base in the dead of night clad in skin tight black clothes and covered in loosely wrapped bandages, a smile on his face so bright it made the dark night seem like day for any who caught sight of it. It was his first day here in the Oda clan and he intended to make good use of it. Standing tall and confident he sauntered in with a hop to his step looking more as though he were a dancer on stage than a soldier reporting for duty. However, any who had heard word of his great reputation in France would know he is a force to be reckoned with even is this was not evident in his looks. Here in Japan though he was just another faceless form joining in the everlasting fights. Finally he reached the center of the are and took a seat, his old and worn out kanabo he had torn out of the deathgrip of a fallen soldier with it tip to the ground so he might lean on it.
"What? No welcoming party?" He chirped and tsked. "What a shame..."
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Post by Fiore Featherine on Apr 2, 2014 12:13:10 GMT -7
Name: Fiore Featherine
Faction: Oda
Ethnicity: French
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 153 cm
Weight: 40 lbs. 9 oz.
Eye Color: Heterochromia (one is gold and the other blue)
Hair Color: Blonde
Appearance: He is a very androgynous looking young man who is tall and slim with subtle curves to his physique. He is muscular but not extremely so and his lithe frame is very soft yet rock solid in all the right places. His blond hair just about chin length except for the longer trailing tail that stops midway on his back. The golden locks cascade hapazardly over glassy blue orbs and the sharp features of his face. On his back the alabaster of his skin is inked with large black wings.
Personality: An oddly cheerful and playful thing. He is a bit girlish time but also seems to play the part of strong gentleman quite well. He has a love of arts (music,literature,theater,etc.) and teasing. He can be quite feminine at times such as the fact that he is constantly crossdressing. However, he still has his manly, gentlemanly charm about him. He is a teaser and taunter both on and off the field of battle and is known for being a bit masochistic. He plays at being the stoic, carefree type who always has a smile on. He can easily be compared to a cat or rabbit in his mannerisms and has a soft spot for the two animals. He is a real charmer and social butterfly but under his (not so obviously) sorrowed smile he has a darker,twisted side. He seems to care very little for himself and thinks very poorly of him, thinking that his very life is not truly his own and every step he takes is precious as it has been stolen from another.
History: Fiore and Fin had been born into a wealthy French family, twins. However, in the family lineage twins were considered a curse upon the family and terrible luck. They were disowned and locked away separately within a tomb meant for the bodies of criminals who were thought undeserving of a better burial. For years they chatted from their places separated by a great height and bars, and spoke of travelling the lands to make something, dreamed of one day escaping their confinement and being free with each other. These dreams helped them to hold on to life, to hope, while they sat in their prison, just barely hanging on to life. One day they finally had their chance, a plan. They were so close to their freedom as they made their way out of the pit by stacking many of the bodies up and climbing them. However, his twin was killed during their escape, having slipped and fallen to his death and becoming yet another corpse among the rest. Though heartbroken, Fin carried on and exchanged his name for that of his twin, hoping that his twin may live on in this way. He hopes to one day ressurect his brother and so eventually ended up in Japan, one of the lands his twin hoped to visit after their escape and a place rumored to have great magics that may help him.
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Strength: 10
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 5
Wisdom: 15
Spirit: 10
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Primary: Kana-beat-yo-ass: Two hand. This kanabo is certainly meant for clubbing the hell out of someone, and it's probably seen a lot of combat, given how beaten up it is. It's like an ugly stick. +3 str -3 dex
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