What does your OC think of the character above?

“Oh, hello there, sir!” Marsha walked around him in circles, eyeballing his choice of clothing, “No offense to your style, dear, but could I offer you some new clothing? I think I could make something that suits you rather well...” She noticed his fearful gaze and titled her head, “Oh my, am I scaring you? Is it because I’m a demon? That’s rather rude to stereotype me as evil just for my species. I was offering you charity, but if you don’t need it I won’t help.” She seemed rather offended, though of course he couldn’t help being paranoid, she wiped her face and stared right into the man’s eyes, “If you decide that I’m not so ill-intented, maybe I’ll still be around to make you something new. Learn manners, why don’t you?”

(Sorry Marsha doesn’t take kindly to people who get scared of her, she’s usually quite nice, but don’t let him blame it on himself.)

"A demon huh?" Dani muses nonchalantly. "I hunt those you know." Dani has a rather deep resentment for demons good or evil, not that they have come across a demon that was good and wholesome. "Do I have a reason to hunt you?" They ask flatly. They don't quite have time to fuss with a demon at the moment and if the demon isn't causing a ruckus they suppose that they can let them go. She doesn't look like she is causing any problems, but Dani still has their suspicions. "I suppose that there are worse demons out there..." they trail off. "I won't hunt you." They decide. "But I don't trust you." Not that Dani has trust for really anyone.

This situation was rather strange to Bennett. Here he was, standing in front of someone who claimed to be the personification of fate, destiny, and time. He felt immediately uncomfortable as he was reminded of being trapped in the bermuda triangle for decades. What in the world did he do to deserve such a cruel fate? "So, is this your definiton of destiny?" He asked with in a tone with slight hatred. "I don't understand how this is supposed to maintain the balance of the universe. My companions didn't deserve to die that way; they had a whole life ahead of them...they could've done great things, but it was a ruined because of this ridiculous so called 'fate' of yours." He looked away in disappointment. "Why am I still here? I'm just an old man with absolutely nothing." Again, Bennett never thought he would (literally) meet fate itself, but his hatred towards them grew even more.

A horrendous clanking sound crackled behind Bennett. There was a creature, it had just fallen from a decent height. It was following him. Quickly, the green being stood up, it smelled of rotting decay, its flesh tore at the cheek from the fall, exposing its teeth and an array of slimy mechanical tubes. Making a disgusting slurping noise, the green creature stood up as it pulled its cheek together with its hands. "Whoops!" It had a loud voice. "I guess the funs over, I'm Tec! I was after your brain!" His eyes switched to hypnotic spirals, they had no effect on Bennett. "Aw man, yer smart aren't ya?" Tec looked up and down at his target, "A sailor? Isn't that dangerous... I'd melt in the water! Lucky you!" He laughs as he walked towards Bennett, alert, Bennett kicked the violently disgusting creature down and walked away. "Lucky shot punk..." He heard it scrape against the ground and slink back into the night. Tec thought about him, how intimidating, the man had no true fear, just annoyance. How rude, a show like that is usually worth a scream.

Scopulus just looks at Maddox from a distance at first, with a somewhat more neuter than usual stare. He instinctively likes him, and easily relates to his way of working, difficulty in expressing himself in a clear way to others, curiosity and, most of all, dedication to an important person in his life. He respects him for that, but that's not enough for him to have a clear opinion on the other: so he decides to come closer to him and talk to him, just to try having a conversation. He'll probably be asked more questions than what he's going to be allowed to make, but he doesn't mind talking about himself; and even if he doesn't know too much about scientific stuff, maybe he can still understand his request a little better than the average and thus be helpful.

"Excuse me, I can't recognize you as native of any of the places I'm familiar with. Would you mind telling me about where you're from? I'm really curious about it, and the line of events that brought you here - if that's fine with me asking, of course"

This man's fancy.  He's got his fancy clothes and his fancy little necktie.  Bellanthe can only imagine he's got money.  She narrows her eyes, trying to take him in.

"You always dress like this?" she asks on a whim, because she has the social graces of a feral raccoon. He's dressed elaborately.  Meanwhile, Bellanthe's dressed in clothes that have her looking like she's just stepped out of a dumpster of old, mismatched cloths behind a Joanne Fabrics. "You some kinda banker, or somefin'?" she has no earthly clue what a banker does.  She only knows they work with money.  The witch is also convinced bankers have a lot of money on their own, by association.  Despite her magical capabilities, she isn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box. "You match your hair f'ing to your neck f'ing on purpose?" She steps a little closer in hopes of getting a better look. "I ain' never matched a f'ing in me life, mate. If it fits, it goes on."

There was something about this girl that gave Salvador the creeps. It stirred and twisted the Void that lingered in him, that kept him 'alive', in an unusual matter. Salvador felt...out of control, this girl, could manipulate him like a marionette if she wanted it too. That feeling, that knowledge of not being able to defend yourself against it, scared Salvador to dead (once more).

"P-please, " the secretly undead man sputters, "don't make me do your laundry!" 

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"Oh..yes sir, of course box sir," Salvador said with a big grin. "He.. Tried to use your ID once but uh, well it doesn't work... Like you expected it too ofcoursr..sir, " Salvador frowns and shuffles his feet a bit.....Embarrassed. "Sir, my boss, told me that you were some kind of theatre producer, I..is that right?" He asked unable to hide his idiotically nativity. "I.. Never been on stage before sir, but I'd love to try it someday, like..standing on a stage, sir. That would be.. Neat!" 

"Ho! Look at this!" Mr. TV laughed and clapped his hands as he strode over to Salvador. "This a Halloween stunt? What, a remake of Halloweentown? Love the outfit. Make up's spot on, too. Ah, but wait a minute..." He tilted his head and tapped a finger against the blank screen. "You know what? You remind me of that one guy I saw some time ago. Took my wallet but hell, guy could act! You with him? That's perfect." He set a hand on Salvador's shoulder. "I like you. I like your outfit and this accent of yours. You're expressive, too, and that's hard to come by with actors. Plus, you know that other guy. How's about you guys come work for me, huh? I'm more of a director than I am an agent, but I'd take plenty of care of you two! Or, you could, at the very least, ask him to give me my wallet back. I doubt he'd be able to use my ID, anyway."

"Why are you so tall?" Aerian narrows his eyes. Aerian squirms a bit, not enjoying being in front of someone so famous, someone so well known, especially someone being known for making other people famous. Aerian really did not like being in the spotlight, why would anyone like that? 

"I mean," Aerian quickly adds. "I don't have anything against tall people, I just don't have a very good experience with them. Short people are usually... pretty chill, tall people make me on edge" his fingers twitch, he was obviously tempted to use his abilities. "I will go now, before I do something I'll regret. It was... nice, i suppose, meeting you." 

[Aerian thinks he's cool! Aerian just gets intimidated easily. You've got such a cool character! I love him!] 

Meredith leers down at the ravenette with a bored expression on her face. "Aw, so, I see, you're some bender kid," she snorts, leaning against her spiked bat as if it were a cane. Her eyes snap toward his fingers once they twitch, the boy clearly unnerved, and she snorts dryly. "Try it, I dare ya, you blast me with lava or some firey crap and I'll show you how a real badass bends fire," she adds with a threatening edge to her voice, lifting the bat back up to set it over her shoulders. "I might pity ya a bit, kid, we come from the same leaf parent-wise, but that won't make me any less sympathetic if I gotta kick yer ass outta self-defence."

Eshelle hears the woman talking, her speech is littered with cussing and crudeness. She can appreciate that kind of bluntness; it is the sort of language she, herself is often chastised for using--apparently it isn't lady-like enough for the comfort of many. Meredith, as she heard the woman being called, gave off a stern, no nonsense attitude, this is also something that Eshelle can respect. There ought to be more rough and intimidating ladies out there. Appearance alone, would have been enough to compel Eshelle to approach her. She does so with an air of confidence and sets a glass of booze before the blue-haired woman, "care for a drink?"

Nives is quite conflicted about Eshelle: she really respects her past, how she had to hide and how she tried to fix what her own species was doing, but her rough behaviour puts her off quite a bit. She sighs, and starts talking without thinking:

"You know, Eshelle, it's really good that you're strong and get stuff done, but... do you have to be so harsh about it? I'm not saying you should cut all the bad words and be kind to everyone you meet, but being nicer would surely help..."

Then she shakes her head like a wet dog, realizing what she's saying, and quickly follows with:

"I-I'm so sorry, I just went full-on teacher there! I didn't mean to offend you, and I surely have no right to judge you or anything... I'm sure you're a great person, no matter what your mannierisms are"

She looks away, blushes a little and smiles shy.

"Can we start over...?"

Ellipsa hummed softly, putting a hand on his chin and looking Nives over. After only a moment of intense scrutiny, a warm smile rose on his face, expression dropping into calmed. "Well, you're just a sweetheart, aren't cha? Lookin' out for your family, protecting them all you can? I mean, you certainly put 'em in danger a few times - but that's alright, that's just sometimes how it is. Sometimes we're a little bit helpless in the face of forces greater than us, yeah? But mistakes, they aren't forever - don't hold them against yourself, got it?

"Besides," he said, crossing his arms, though the smile remained, "I think we can both agree you've been through a little too much. Don't you think you deserve to take a break from all those skeletons in your past, too? Keep your chin up, and you'll live out the rest of your days in happiness and peace, surrounded by people who love you. What would a mortal like you want more than that, hm?"

"You're really confident and optimistic! I'm honestly really jealous," En smiled. "I wish I could be like that. It feels like everything I do ends up backfiring, you know? And in the end I end up looking like a... a loser." He quickly perked up. "I love going on adventures with my friends too! Maybe we could share a few stories?" He started laughing, "I might even learn a few tips from you! I'm bad at stopping arguments."

En smiled and opened his mouth to speak, but his voice hitched. His body betrayed his face, he could feel his smile twitch and quiver downward as tears rolled down his face. He dropped his head and pressed his fists against his eyes, managing to stammer out a, "Th-Thank you," between his hiccups. It was the first time someone had showed him such compassion.