Legend
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Name: Kai
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Type of Person: Just a traveler really, with too much experience in hunting and killing that leave you to ask questions as to why he knows how to do it.
Your Bio: Kai was raised in a seemingly normal family on the outside, but on the inside they were actually cold-hearted killers. Famed ones if you may. As a child, even before he could speak, the young boy was trained to kill. He grew up, knowing not to smile, don’t ask questions and don’t get yourself killed. Assassination wasn’t his particular job, more so just killing whoever his parents asked him to. Kai’s never been caught before, which is why he’s so good at what he does. When the fallout happened, his parents both died, but…he didn’t really care. He refuses to join any people or groups, preferring to work on his own. The now 19-year-old boy doesn’t seem to have feelings, and now is only trying to survive. It’s a little harder than before though.
Your Goal: Live to see another day maybe. Or don’t get killed? Maybe it’s just instinct, telling him to kill everything in site, that’s keeping him alive. He doesn’t really know yet. -
Walking around the edge of the building, Alex noticed Kit and Mars. He smiled, running up to them and waving. “Hi guys! I just found out what a cat was.” he said excitedly before waving his hands. “Wait, you’re probably not interested. Cats are normal for you right?” Tilting his head slightly he noticed Mars’ troubled expression. “Hey, is something wrong?”
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Obsidian walked into the manor, adjusting his mask as he did so while looking around. The people around him were either eating, talking, or dancing. Those three activities were not what he felt like doing at the moment, so he sighed and walked further into the building, making his way to the edge of the ballroom. Looking up, he saw the stars through the very large skylight and narrowed his eyes. Who needed an almost entire glass ceiling anyways? Tearing his eyes away from the ceiling, he leaned back against the wall, one foot to hold him up as he watched the crowd of dancers twirl and mingle while he stayed alone in the shadows.
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(Hey, note to Chess341. ^-^ You don’t have to draw the picture. You can just find picture online to use as your chara’s face. :3)
Name: Obsidian Smith
Age: 19
Position: Guest
Personality: Smart, Wary of Others, Courageous, Kind of Cold
Short Bio: Balls were a normal for Obsidian, as his parents were quite rich. That doesn’t mean he enjoyed them. However this particular ball was peculiar, because his parents were not the one to receive an invitation, only him. So he decided ‘why not?’ for the hell of it and here he is.
Outfit: Black dress suit with deep red bowtie. A black eyemask with silver swirls and designs to hide his face, as well as a red rose in his front jacket pocket. Shiny black shoes and a black undershirt.
Picture of Chara:
(Ignore the outfit. ;u; That’s his hair and face. Also his hair is brown, and he does have blue eyes.)
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(I agree to my own rules. >:D Mwahahahahaha.)
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“Kit. That is a nice name.” Alex said and nodded. “Apparently that’s a device called a phone. I’ve never used one but you can use it to make calls and access the internet, which is a browser that lets you connect to the entire world.”
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“Iowa?” Alex muttered as he watched the newcomer as well as listening in on the conversation. “Oh!” he said excitedly, as his database chip linked him the information. “So Iowa is a state, which is part of a union called the United States of America. Earth is very interesting. Kalkov was never as divided or diverse as this.” Mostly he was just talking to himself like he always did before shrugging as he looked at the newcomer again. “I don’t know about sleep but hello! Nice to meet you, I’m Alex.”
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Alex shrugged and nodded. “Well, there more so for medical use. Like, if you had a traumatic experience, they would give you memory patches to block your mind from accessing said traumatic experience. That’s how they work.” he said. “I don’t know if I could be any help to your memories. You may have to find a way of unlocking them on your own. Sorry.”
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“That doesn’t sound good at all, not being able to remember things. It seems like what it would feel to use memory patches.” Alex said. “On Kalkov we have these,” he told the both of them, rolling his sleeve up slightly to reveal clear sticker-looking things, but not showing his tattoos. “Which are memory or emotion dampers. I’m using both types right now since I would probably break down without them. You know, with the whole, ‘my-entire-planet-just-burned’ thing. I’m going to hate when I run out of them. They leave you with all the pent up emotions once they stop. It’s not a very good thing.”
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“Your welcome. I’m glad I could help.” Alex replied and nodded. “So, if it’s not any trouble, may I ask what exactly you’re looking for in there?” He was in fact curious. Maybe it had to do with what Mars had said to Asami before.
(OTL Sorry, I don’t know. ;;)
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“I see. A 17-year-old on Kalkov would be just a baby. Our biological clocks are much slower than yours, and other beings. ” he replied, nodding his head before handing the other their phone. “There, I’ve downloaded all the data,” he said, putting the panel back on his neck down and putting away the cable. “And translated it to the ancient Dragonborn scripts that I could find. I hope that’s pleasing to you.”
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“What am I?” Alex asked before smiling as he removed the connecting cable once everything was done. “I’m an alien to you. Specifically Kalkovian, from the planet Kalkov in the 26th Dimension. We’re…we were the biggest planet behind the 7th Blue Moon. About 2 hours ago I left, so I don’t even know if Kalkov is still there. You see, we’re, I mean, we were, I don’t even know if anyone else is alive, in a war that’s been destroying out planet for quite some time. Anyways, back on topic, is 427 not a normal age? That’s quite young for a being on Kalkov.”
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“Well, I’ve never met a demon before you in all 427 years of my life. I think it’s normal to be a little curious, don’t you think?” Alex asked, before bowing his head slightly. “I’m sorry if maybe I offended you or something. Learning new things has always just been a passion of mine.”
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“If it’s been written down before I can translate it to that language.” Alex said with a smile before nodding. “Magic huh? On my home planet we called it bio-electric frequencies. More or less magic in your terms.” he said, trying to make small conversation as the database downloaded into the other’s phone.
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“So this is a phone…” Alex muttered under his breath as he took it from the other. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a pristine white cord with one pronged end and one blank end. Lightly putting pressure on the spot of his neck, a panel opened up to reveal a chip and the hole where the connector was supposed to go. He carefully plugged it in before searching around his bag for the other end. “Sorry. I have endings for so many other devices now that it’s hard to find them. Aha!” He pulled the other end of the cord out (the one for phones) and put it on the other side before inserting it into the phone. “So now it should download.” he said, as a menu opened up in his home language and hit went through options and hit certain selections. “Do you want the entire demon database? And do you have a preferred language? I’m pretty sure you don’t speak Kolvian so maybe English?”