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12:24pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 11:42am Aug 17 2012)
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In the center of the old cobblestone town, there lies a well-known Tavern. Downstairs, merry making and fights occur routinely, and there's almost always singing or some interesting person to talk to. Upstairs serves as an Inn for weary travelers or husbands who've been thrown from their beds for bad behavior and need a place to lay their head for the night. All are welcome, be they human, elf, or some other fantastic breed of creature. We at The Tavern do ask that magic users refrain from abusing their powers while indoors; the last time we eased up, an entire wall was destroyed and everyone's hair set on fire. It was bad.
So what are you waiting for? The door's are always open, and the company's good. Welcome to The Tavern.
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This is a "walk-in" roleplay. That is, you don't necessarily need a character bio and whatnot to join. You just walk in, at any time, regardless of how many posts are all ready up. You're always welcome! I haven't seen any of these on Res, and they're usually a pretty fun time. I do ask, however, to prevent confusion, to provide your character's name and an image of them in your post. If you have multiple characters, please use either a different post for each of them, or use some other way of distinguishing one from another; a different color, maybe? Try to keep one-liners to a minimum; while it is a totally open roleplay, I am going to set a few rules. Please post at least a paragraph, keep things first-person past tense. Use correct grammar and spelling, and don't stretch the page with your images.
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The Staff: If you want to have a character be part of the staff, Rmail me a brief profile, basically saying who they are and what position you want.
Owner: Damon {male, xReq} Waiters: Aravel {male, Rika} Waitresses: Lotus {female, smuh} Cooks: Bartender(s): Halien {male, Magi}, Elzaio {male, xReq} ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
Staff Bios { not necessary, but if you feel like making one}
Name: Halien Species: Bounty hunter ( magic) Gender: male Sexuality: bisexual Appearance: Tall, at the grand height of 6'3, Halien strikes most as an imp***ive wall comprised up of sheer scorn. Naturally jet black hair Is tied up into a short ponytail, or is allowed free in a messy tangle of locks. Rumors say he'd been mauled by a bear, or something far more dangerous, leaving three pale scars over his collarbone and chest. When he's barechested, a suspicious tattoo is seen on his left pectoral, and in the right light, seems to be a dragon snoozing, though it seems to change positions every time a person catches sight of it. On a casual day, Halien wears fashionable and expensive clothing (rumors spread as to WHERE he gets the money) and seems to have a seemingly limitless bank account. Personality: Though no one would ever call him the "brooding type" (to his face, anways), Halien is an enigma, the cliche of cliches. Of course, like any mysterious enigma, he has a weak spot, and that is for weepy women, and cute animals. Upon seeing either of the two things, Halien goes through a mysterious transformation, and becomes bright, sunny, and enthusiastic. Though as his regular self, he loathes as.sociating with anyone, and shows no interest in women at all, upon transformation, Alter ego Halien becomes a major pla[injection]yer and a rather saucy flirt. Not much is known about why he reacts this way. As he becomes more familiar with others, he turns from sharp and cold to a rather warm type of sarcastic git. It's honestly very confusing, some say. Relationships: his Newfie, "Czar" and his Doberman, "Cleopatra".... And no one else. Why he's a potential bartender: he can make one mean Screwdriver. Oh, and he's bored.
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3:33pm Aug 14 2012
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3:36pm Aug 14 2012
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Nope xD Be any character you want.
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3:40pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 7:46pm Aug 14 2012)
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:D Yay, ok.
The small blue cat,curled in a tight ball,poked her head out into the fresh air. She stretched and jumped down from the shelf she was on, padding over to Damon. She purred and rubbed against Damon's leg and meowed, wanting some attention.
(She learns how to talk later, right now she's very young.)
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3:54pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 4:03pm Aug 14 2012)
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Damon The Owner ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ A tall man, lithe, with skin the color of marble wandered throughout the old tavern. His eyes, a deep silver gray, swept over the room. He had had to close for a couple of days, and the room looked unnaturally empty. A nasty dragon had decided to get into a fight with a group of knights about something having to do with a princess, and the tavern had nearly been destroyed. But all was well again, luckily, and the place was ready to reopen.
A small blue cat looking thing had somehow wandered in. He chuckled at it, and lightly stroked down her sides. "Hello, love. How did you get in here? Hmm...want to help me open the shop?"
Fishing a key out of his pocket, he unlocked the large, heavy wooden door of the famous tavern. Being undead, he could run the place at all hours of the day (and night), what with not having to sleep and all. He effortlessly pushed the door open, a feat that would have made a human squirm and pant with effort. Fresh air and bright beams of light flooded into the room, bathing the wood floors and walls in sunshine. He had to tilt his black top hat slightly, so as to avoid letting the light hit him full in the face--THAT would not have been pleasant.
"Ahh, we are open~" he said in a sing-songy voice, smiling. The action revealed his long, sharp fangs, trademarks of vampires, and he wandered back to his own room to take care of some things.
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3:57pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 3:58pm Aug 14 2012)
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(( just posting here to subscribe))
Halien steps into the Tavern, hearing the bell jingle merrily as the door swings open. Nearly tripping over a random blue cat on the way, he curses, and walks slowly towards a door marked simply, "Damon." Quietly rapping on the door, and then watching the door creak open on its own, he leans halfway in, halfway out of the door-frame - poised for a quick escape. "Hello, my name is Halien, and I'm interested in applying for that empty bartender position..?" |
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4:00pm Aug 14 2012
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{ Hey Ninja? o_o; Can you align your post to the center or something, so it doesn't stretch the page? Highlight it all, align it to the left, then to the right, and then send. }
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4:10pm Aug 14 2012
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Ooc:// If the page-stretching problem ever gets fixed, I may join this....
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4:12pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 4:12pm Aug 14 2012)
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Damon The Owner Damon rummaged around his room absently. Instead of being upstairs where all of the guest bedrooms were situated, the entrance to his was at the back of the bar, and down a little hall. The room was small, but cozy; there was no need for a bed. Vampires didn't sleep, after all. But it did have a small fireplace, and lots of crammed book cases and other shelves. There was a vast array of oddities throughout his room, from jars of bizarre looking creatures, to grisly beast heads, to brightly colored spheres that were floating of their own accord.
His attention was grabbed when he heard a rapping on his door. Spinning on his heels, he bl[injection]inked at the man. "Oh. Ah...y-yes, just..just a moment." He stumbled over some boxes of things, and nearly fell onto his face. Of course he didn't, he was far too graceful and poised for such a mistake. Whatever he was looking for seemed to be missing, probably never to be found again. So, with a pleasant smile, he shrugged at this newcomer. "Uhm...yeah, sure. Why not?" he chuckled. "Apron's behind the bar. There's a book beneath with a list of how to make hundreds of different drinks. My own handwriting, so let me know if there's anything you don't understand." No biggie. "Now off you go! ...I'm sorry, what was your name again?"
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4:21pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 4:29pm Aug 14 2012)
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With a nod of understanding, Halien brushed his long black bangs out of his eyes absentmindedly, and held out his hand.
"Halien."
He paused, clearly thinking something over, and asked,
"How many of your clientele drink magical drinks?"
Clearly he was going mad. Surely none of those uncultured swine this man called his clients and friends would appreciate the extravagent joy and pleasure magical alcohol and syrups would bring. They would probably drink themselves into a coma, not appreciating the taste at all. But he had to ask anyways. He had to know if he was dreaming these past few years. He had to know if magic was real. |
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7:05pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 7:11pm Aug 14 2012)
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Essence
Housecat
The blue feline explored the place, looking for something to do. With no luck finding anything to mess around with, she ran to Damon and took a large leap to his shoulder, landing on her paws and perching there like a parrot. She pawed his ears with her fluffy blue paws, hoping to be noticed and not pushed off. She wrapped her tail around his neck like a furry, blue striped scarf and tried to stay balanced and not fall off. She didnt claw his shoulder because she was clawless, but she managed to keep her balance while he walked around. |
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7:22pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 7:25pm Aug 14 2012)
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Halien Bartender
Halien was nervous, though he hid his worries under a secure mask of indifference. If he sneers at me or looks at me strangely, I'll pretend I was joking, or mock him for taking my words literally. Stupid, stupid, stupid! His reverie was interrupted, however, by that same blue housecat thing that took what seemed to be a flying leap onto Damon's shoulder and made itself comfortable on his shoulder. Immediately Halien's demeanor changed, eyes sparkling with pure joy and practically radiating flowers as he stared at the now too-adorable-for-words kitten.
"Awww, such a cute little kitty cat yes you are! Who's an adorable kitty cat? You are, with your fluffy little tail and adorable eyes and perky little snout! You are the cutest, that's right kitty. You're so cute ~" Halien practically gushed over the kitten, popping around Damon's shoulders and appearing out of nowhere to suddenly nuzzle the cat's face. |
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7:35pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 7:43pm Aug 14 2012)
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Essence
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She almost lost her balance on Damon's shoulder but regained it quickly. She loved all the attention. She licked Halien's face and crawled up to the top of his head and purred, closing her eyes and almost falling asleep, but woke up and jumped to his shoulders, sitting in the same position she was in on Damon's. She curled up and slept there, comfortable and warm. She was woken up instantly when she felt something land on her. It wasnt a hand, it wasnt a bug, it felt like something with six legs... She opened her eyes and hissed, whacking a hairy spider out a window and trying to make herself comfortable again. |
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8:00pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 8:00pm Aug 14 2012)
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Damon The Owner ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ The vampire man bl[injection]inked a little at this newcomer. Well, that was strange, wasn't it? It wasn't very often that he heard someone talk about magical drinks. At least, not the "magic" he assumed the man was referring to. His cold lips, the color of mercury, pulled up into a smile. Winking, he turned to walk towards the bar. Rummaging underneath, he soon presented a thick black book. It was bound in leather, which was very worn and grayish in some areas. A few pieces of paper threatened to fall out, the way they were sticking out beyond the pages. "Magical drinks...well..."
He brought a finger to his lips, and rolled his tongue over it briefly. Fingering through the pages, he hummed softly. His voice was like liquid honey; smooth, sweet. Finally coming to a page, he said a sudden and excited, "Ah hah!" The book was opened wider, and he held it up to the man. What was his name again? He couldn't hardly remember. On the page were all sorts of recipes, and a few sketches of goblets and phoenix feathers and pixie dust. "Well, we really don't have much interest in magical drinks, but I don't think we've had anyone here who knew how to make them. Other than me of course...but maybe if you advertise it, people will be delightfully surprised."
He was starting to think that there was more to this bartender than met the eye. He may have said something, but before he knew it a cat had found its way to his shoulders! "Oh! There you are again. I still don't know how you got in...but you are welcome, nonetheless." He chuckled a little, and shook his head, lightly scritching at her ears. Aand then the man was bouncing all over. Never before had he seen a full grown man so excited about a feline. Thus, the vampire arched an eyebrow, but said nothing. "Well uh. Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked the man, and bowed his head to the feline, "Or you, by any chance?" Yes, he would be a good host, even to a cat.
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8:14pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 8:14pm Aug 14 2012)
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The feline meowed and jumped toward the pantry, or what she though was the pantry, and pulled out a wooden bowl and a small glass one. She pused them to Damen and put her head in is, then took it out, signaling something. She was a very skinny cat, so it was almost obvious that she was starving and thirsty. She lept onto the counter and then onto Damen's head, spotting a small mouse on the roof. She sprang towards it, biting its tail and bringing it to the bowl. She put her paw on it so it couldnt run away, then she ate it in one bite, since it was suprisingly tiny. Now that was a way to show that she was hungry.
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8:17pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 8:18pm Aug 14 2012)
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Halien Bartender
Halien was so far gone now, nothing could stop his eagerness. Upon hearing the funny looking vampire man speak about magical drinks; his magical drinks, he squealed.
"Hey, I know that book! So, like , say there. Do you know where I could find any... Particularly fine looking young women on this absolutely stunning day? I'm interested in... Promoting to them my new drinks, eh? And maybe I could find a new kitty!"
Halien rambled on, suddenly taking a sharp turn in demeanor, and winked saucily at Damon, placing a hand on his shoulder and blowing into his ear.
"You also wouldn't happen to know where I could find a sheet of parchment and a quill, can you? Your recipes are about as old as my Grandpap, when he wrote that fossil of a book. And he's 537 years along already!"
Halien sang out, as he pranced around, swinging the kitten he had grabbed around and around in circles. Soon enough, he left the door slam shut as he gallivated along the streets, without even bothering to wait for an answer, helpess cat with him. |
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8:25pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 8:43pm Aug 14 2012)
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She really was helpless, with no claws and being too nice to bite she had nothing to do about it. She let herself be swung around like a ragdoll and brought out of the Tavern, meowing like crazy now because of all the bulldogs and huskies barking at her.she climbed up to Halien's head and put her legs around it, holding on for dear life. Her tail, was on his neck, but not very tightly. She hoped for the best and not to be torn apart by the dogs or be thrown off accidentally. |
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10:43pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 11:35am Aug 15 2012)
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Oh, if Damon hadn’t fired her yet, he
sure might now. This would be the third time this week that she’d be late
(though it wasn’t exactly her fault, what with her not getting enough sleep…at
all). Her scraggly auburn hair fell out of its messy bun and she slapped her
rearview mirror down a notch, expressive wide eyes narrowing as her flitted
gaze met the reflective glass. She stuck a few of her runaway curls back
through her scrunchie and tugged her lip gloss out from the cup holder to her right.
One hand on the wheel and mind certainly
not on the more im[injection]portant task at hand, Lotus quickly did all of her make-up,
mascara included, and finished with a bit of powder to her face. Another quick
look in the mirror proved that she was otherwise presentable. Smiling and
dipping her head to herself, she fixed the mirror.
Almost clipping another car as she
clumsily pulled in, Lotus drew her keys out of the ignition, threw them underneath
her car seat, locked the car behind her, and ran (well, it was more of a
twitchy sort of fast limp seeing as she was in heels) to the bar. Before
opening the door, she smoothed down her white shirt and tucked in her duck tail
in the back, and pulled her black skirt just a teensy bit higher. The fabric
hugged her curvy hips and the white shirt definitely helped show off her bust.
Well, a girl’s gotta make tips.
She was almost knocked aside by some man
walking out of the bar, holding the mangy cat that had been crawling around the
bar recently. He took her attention for a mere moment before she realized the
emergency at hand.
As soon as Lotus stepped through the
door, she eyed the bar owner and waved, offering him an apologetic smile. “I’m
late again, Damon. Honestly, it won’t happen again. You know how busy life can
be, right? Right, you’re a busy man. I’ll just go and set up the tables. Looks
like it’s pretty dead in here anyways,” she gushed and moved to step around him
to get to the silverware and placemats.
"Oh and who was that guy walking out of here with that flea-bitten cat?"
hello my name is elder price
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10:58pm Aug 14 2012 (last edited on 11:00pm Aug 14 2012)
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The feline managed to struggle out of Halien's grip and ran back to the bar, Jumping atop Damen's shulder once again and then looked at the waitress. She stared at her and the eyes and suprisingly meowed, "Did you just call me a mangy, flea-bitten cat? Hm? Did you?" She jumped at what she just said. She never knew she could talk... But suprisingly she could. She jumped off Damens shoukder and walked slowly towards Lotus, aware of anything she might do from kicking her to smooshing her with furniture. |
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3:14am Aug 15 2012 (last edited on 3:15am Aug 15 2012)
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Shira
 [Shira the one that is on its hind legs. She a frequent visitor.] Sabertooth cat Shira burst through the door. "Sorry No aposable thumbs." She said and walked to Essence. She roared. "Leave her alone Lotus." She said towering over her. |
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