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First person! 
Describe the oc above but only in a first person writing style It's a new way to use perspective and get to know your character while interacting with someone you maybe have never met or have met!
R u l e s:
- this thread is rated pg-15, which means NSFW content is not allowed! vague hints, attraction, love, etc. are fine. gore should be kept to a minimum, including characters who are extremely gory. please use your best judgement.
- do not be mean, unnecessarily cruel or a bully. if your character is negative and not fond of the character above, that is understandable and ok. harassing someone or their characters consistently is not. do not be racist, overly sexist, or homophobic to either users or characters above you.
- replies should be completed in first person only, not second or third. this can be past or present tense however.
examples include:
Poster a: woo-hoo freebie
Poster b: I couldn't help but to notice the cute little mole they had on their collar bone. It was like a kiss from an angel.
Poster c. I hated the way [oc name here] reminded me of my father. Their slouch was just like his. - please wait every 3 people to post and please finish your posts within three hours. if three hours have passed and you have not finished your post or suggested you need more time on it, you will be skipped. any post that is not complete within twenty-four hours at all will be skipped.
- posts should be 3 sentences minimum! you are absolutely free to make them however long you want and do not feel the need to match lengths with the user above you. quality > quantity.
guillotinedeath just so you know, it has to be in first person! So me, I, etc... :)
I looked her over, noticing the apron she had on. I clapped my hands in replacement of a smile. "A C00K! V3RY C00L! HAV3 Y0U 3V3R TRI3D MAY0CHUP?" I clapped my hands again. Secertary tells me Mayochup is very good, and she wouldn't lie to me! "I'M SUR3 Y0U HAV3. 3V3RY GR3AT C00K HAS!"
I frowned. She may be cool, and a cook, but her soul, it seemed... off. "D0 Y0U MIND IF I-" I cut myself off. Of course she wouldn't mind some soul-talk! I just had to make sure I didn't deafen them this time...
I focused my energy and began to search her soul, whispering "Show me your secerts, for I must see your fate.." As I looked, I saw several stains. What was this place?! I saw a total of eight stains, many small ones lingering. I came out of soul-speech, shocked. "Y0U KILL F0R Y0UR G0DS?!" I looked at the cool lady in horror. How could she? "N0W, I'M IN N0 PLAC3 T0 JUDG3 TH3 D3SCI0NS 0F MY F3LL0W D3ITI3S, BUT IT JUST S33MS QUITE CRU3L T0 KILL F0R W0RSHIP! WHAT IS TH3 P0INT, M0R3 D3ATH JUST 0V3RL0ADS TH3 SYST3M!" I shrugged. "I MUST G0 N0W, C00K LADY. I D0 H0P3 Y0U D0 N0T WISH T0 KILL ANY FURTH3R, BUT IF Y0U MUST..."
I looked at the goddess up and down, well, mostly up, since she was taller than me. Intimidated, but also honored, I reached my “hand” out to her for a handshake of sorts.
“Hi, my name is Mauve, and it’s really nice to meet you, Azreal. Have I mentioned you have a gorgeous name?” I said, my body trembling, as I forced a smile to hide the sheer amount of terror on my face. I wasn’t sure if she was going to kill me the moment she laid her.. eyes ? upon me, or if she would be friendly back.
To think my 'arse would've ended up in some sports club... A tropical one, at that.
This guy at the counter's got some thousand yard stare, that's for sure. He's just... Smiling at me. Looking at me in this weird way. I can't put my finger on it at all; is there some scratch on my goggles or somethin'? Never seen some cat-guy waltz onto your island before? I'unno... Only the gods know what's on that mind of theirs.
But my gods, they had the cutest damn pet I've ever seen. He said it's called a chinchilla... I think I've seen 'em in my time before, but this one was so... Friendly looking. I wish I could'a pet it when I was able to. 'Tween me and you, that stare was too distracting, though...
I glance over, my tired eyes foggy and unfocused from the difficult morning I've had.
It's not easy to miss him. He was different looking, with large ears on top of his head and a fashion that was made for the beach. Around here, people often wore clothing that was loose and open; though it never specifically looked the way his did. There were markings on his face-- though I wasn't sure if they were tattoos or actually part of his skin. Still, they looked interesting, as if they told a story of some sorts. Actually, this entire guy felt like he might tell one gigantic story, maybe an exciting one of pure adventure. I couldn't help but press my own faint, exhausted smile at his, which beamed bright and star-like when he glanced over.
I could smell him before I even saw him.
I didn't want to, but I glanced up from the counter. The animals were getting nervous, they could smell him too, I bet. A wolf. That wasn't what bothered me, though. It was the cigarette scent on him. It was overpowering, noticeable miles away.
I know I look scary to people, and for once I had hoped it would scare this one away, but he didn't seem to mind. Strange, he almost seemed intrigued. It only made me want to scowl, but I chose to glare back at my counter instead. Looks young and carries himself... oddly. There's confidence there, like he's not afraid of crowds, but also light on his step. Is it because of his wolf side?
After hearing a question I glanced back up. Iguanas. He had one? I didn't take him for the type. Maybe the smoke covered up his pet's scent, though lizards have always been difficult to notice. Well. If he's here to take extra care of his pet, then maybe he's an okay person. Maybe.
Wow, he's tall. Taller than me. That's a first. By how much, exactly? Looks like... half a head. Three inches? Four?
... Ah, is he saying something...?
"Very sorry, could you repeat that?"
Heh, he looks annoyed, but is he... Hmm, that's odd. No heartbeat. So he's not human, not siren either. Vampire? Is that why he wears that face mask, to hide his fangs? No, that doesn't seem to be it. I can't hear a heartbeat, but I see his eyes shifting a lot, that's always a sign of self-consciousness. Well, that or maybe he knows my position, that tends to make anyone stiff.
Oh? Did I hear that right?
"Ballerina? That's quite a feat. I'd love to see your dances." It may be a good opportunity to test out one of the songs I'm writing, too. Still, I wouldn't have taken him for a ballerina, but the more I look at him, the more it makes sense. He's fit and slim, that's definitely a dancer's body. This man is just full of surprises, isn't he? I think I like him. Let's find the right time to ask him for tea.
I glanced over to him. The siren prince of Litari. He was next in line, right? He certainly had the noble attire for it. I must say though, he didn't carry himself with the sort of stuck-up and arrogant attitude I've come to expect from a crown-prince. Rather, he seemed relaxed. Like he didn't have a care in the world.
Ah! He noticed me. Well, since I've been staring so intently, I should probably try to strike up a conversation.
I cleared my throat. "Your royal highness, it's an honor to meet you." Being now face to face, I noticed he was fairly tall. A bit taller than me. But even so, his calm expression made it hard to be intimidated by him. He looked like he wasn't even listening to what I was about to say. I could't blame him... "We've been looking forward to strenghten the bond between ourrr..." I trailed off and looked over my shoulder. Mother wasn't around.
"Hey, is it true that you can play EVERY instrument?? Elders in heaven, what impressive skills! How did you even find the time to learn all that? Or is it because of your siren blood?"
- Don't ask him about his kazoo.
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I avoid eye contact. Cecil was.. really, really out of my league. Everything about him was so much better than anything I could ever think about myself. While I lived in a one bedroom apartment barely making rent, Cecil looked as if he lived in a gigantic castle, like the ones centered in the beautiful pastures of England. His clothes were foreign to me, though highly appealing and it was difficult to stop myself from staring. He was like a prince from a princess movie, the more I studied him. "U-Uhm." Stupid! Of course I'd start his first impression of me stuttering and looking uneducated! If she were here, my mother would be telling me that this man would think I'm sloppy and hurriedly instruct me to fix my posture.
Sucking in a breath between parted lips, I straighten my spine abruptly. I hadn't even realized I was slouching in the seat. This guy really was going to think I was sloppy!
"A-Are you.. here to? H-Help?" Why couldn't I just be NORMAL?
His whole color palette is too bright for my eyes, though I don't hate it. He's prone to taking things at their face value, taking all words I say as truth. Well, not truth in the sense that I never lie, but any sarcasm, any teasing, they all go straight over that head fluffy head of his. It's cute in a way, when I have to point out I was simply teasing him in any manner, he tries to pass it off as if he knew it all along.
It's funny to think how we first got along, which is to say we didn't. He tried to killed me, and I returned the favor. I was entirely outclassed, but strangely enough I still stand. I lost that battle but in the end I'll win the war. He's grown somewhat attached to me, though I'm not sure of which lengths yet. I can't say I feel the same, however. I don't get attached.
He's looking my way, I offer him a smile, it doesn't reach my eyes as I flash my fangs. He knows I'm up to no good, but in the end there isn't much he can do about it.
Wha-- Ears? Tail? This has to be a cosplay, it just has to. But damn, how did he get them moving like that? Smooth, too; very lifelike. And goddamn is he tall! Like a friggin' skyscraper!
Hey wait a minute, what's with that smirk? It's cocky; arrogant. I don't like it.
He must know, huh? That's he's handsome and has cool ears and a tail. Cocky punk, I bet he's just praising himself over and over for how cool he must look. I hate people like that. I want to wipe that smug grin off his stupid face.
"Stop taking up all the space with your cheap tail and move, loser!"
Was that too mean? No. Who cares, anyway? Heh, he's not smiling anymore! What, he thinks he's all intimidating with that dumb anime glare? Nice try.
... Something in the air feels weird, but I'm not going to react so soon after what I'd just said. I bet he's waiting for something like that, too. Ugh, cosplayers have the weirdest attitudes.