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Post by Pez on Mar 5, 2013 22:26:29 GMT -5
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Post by Kisa on Mar 6, 2013 11:54:27 GMT -5
Character: Crowley Griffin
With closed eyes Crowley could hear the soft purring of his kitten Sir Pounce A-Lot playing at his feet, this relaxed him as he felt the warmth of a nearby lit fire-place -- making his skin a little rosy. "This is the life," Crowley thought with a smiling face.
Yesterday was a celebration of the founding of their clan, and since Crowley was the known partier it was his job to plan the celebration. It was a glorious party filled with debauchery and hedonism -- or "a Thanksgiving feast," as Crowley calls it. Just a few hours ago Crowley had gorged himself on orgies of sexual energy (his fuel), which would be enough to last him a week... if he wanted.
Now Crowley was feeling the "post Thanksgiving" effect of his gluttony, right now he just wanted to close his eyes and enjoy the happy full feeling that last night celebration had brought him.
The door raps trice. Crowley grumbles and opens one eye just in time to hear the voice of his leader speak her passcode for the church. He sleepily sits up, tosses a waded paper ball to his kitten which looks like a mini-leopard and makes his way to the door. Crowley may be party-boy, but he is serious when it comes to his work and today was his day to mind the church. He clears his throat before opening the ancient rusty door to greet his leader, Eli. "Good morning, m'am" he said as he stepped to the side, allowing her to enter the church...
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Post by Pez on Mar 10, 2013 20:04:54 GMT -5
The soft breeze coming in towards where she was standing felt nice against her face. This was just what she needed to help her relax from the duties that had been suddenly thrust upon her. The loud telltale creak of the church door caught her sensitive ears, causing her to turn in the direction of the church. "Good morning, m'am" A smirk came across her pale lips at the words she heard. Taking one last look out at the horizon before turning to make her way slowly towards the church. "It's good to see you again Eros.' Even though she had seen her most trusted Fate just the other day, she was always pleased when she was able to get some time with her members. They all might have thought her cold and standoffish, but she would never distance herself on purpose. "I take it you had quite a time last night? A little bird told me as such." She set him with a stare, not a scolding one, but more of a "I know what you did" stare.
But she did not come here to talk about their celebration; no. She had a much urgent matter she needed to discus with the Incubus. Taking a seat in on of the chairs before the fire and settled into a more relaxed position. "My dear friend, I am in need of your services." She paused to bite at her lower lip as she thought of how to state her concerns. "You see it is my son..." She had no idea who she should bring this matter to, so her advisers had been her best bet. "I don't know what I am to do with him lately. He's becoming more and more rebellious. And I can't run the tribe, and wrangle him in with it only being me." Lately she had been thinking of taking a mate; someone to help her with Tribe duties, and Lucius. But anyone she had come across just hadn't seemed like good material for the job. Heh, listen to her. She was talking as if this was something someone in the tribe would have to apply for. Then again, it was a job of sorts. Not just anyone could handle her high spirited boy.
Turning her gaze towards the male with a frown coming to her she asked her final question. "Do you think it's because he doesn't have a father figure in his life?" She blamed herself sometimes for the way he had turned out. She hadn't been a bad mother, but then again she was having to fill in both roles of mother and father; perhaps that had been the reason he turned out like he is now. "your character talking" your character is thinking "another character is talking"
words; 452 tag, you're it; Crowley Griffin notes; got anything you want to say out of character? outfit; RIGHT HERE! AND HERE! credits; caitlyn of caution 2.0 made this template. do not remove the credit, or she'll throw you to her piranhas. lyrics are from monster by paramore.
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Post by Kisa on Mar 13, 2013 11:11:25 GMT -5
Taking a seat opposite his leader in an old wing-backed chair, he listened intently as the cool air that entered with Eli erased the rosy marks from his cheeks.
He watched as she began to frown as her old worries were voiced. Crowley knew of Eli's woes, for too long her son was less than manageable -- always doing the reckless thing, pushing the boundaries with his rebellious nature, and trying to prove himself before he was ready. This was no way a child of a leader should behave, the kid needed a role-model to mold him into becoming a strong person, ready to lead -- because as a son to Eli, he will be expected to lead this group one day.
When Eli finished speaking, Crowley nodded, I think you are right, m'am. I feel that with a male figure to keep him in line, and being someone for your son to look up to, your son would become the man that you always hoped he would become. Crowley cleared his throat, creating a moment for him to pause to think carefully with what he would say next. Because your son will eventually end up emulating the male you pick -- you would have to pick a male that you wouldn't mind your son learning from... The question is, who would you pick?
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Post by Pez on Mar 16, 2013 10:42:17 GMT -5
I think you are right, ma'am. I feel that with a male figure to keep him in line, and being someone for your son to look up to, your son would become the man that you always hoped he would become.
She had been thinking the same thing; there was only so much she could do by herself when it came to raising her rebellious son. He still listened to things she ordered him to do, but she also knew of his late night running off. She knew the boy needed his own space, but they both remembered all to well how one of his rebellious late night trips had resulted in his nearly being killed by one of the Werewolf Alphas five years ago. "It's not that I don't trust him, it just... I worry about him you know?” Letting loose a small sigh she closed her eyes and brought her hand up to rub at her left temple. Now she was getting a headache; just what she needed. "He's my only son, so I guess it's natural for me to worry about him. But sometimes I fear that his actions will get him into trouble again one of these days.” She knew that none of Fringe Tribe members would dare to lay a hand on him, in fear of her coming after them. She couldn't say that same for the humans; and the Vampires and Werewolves were diffidently out of the question. If either of the two monster races caught a whiff of a Fringe member, that member was as good as dead; she hated to think of what would happen if Lucius was ever caught and they found out he was the leaders child.
Because your son will eventually end up emulating the male you pick -- you would have to pick a male that you wouldn't mind your son learning from... The question is, who would you pick?
Well, that definitely threw her for a loop. She was hoping the shock wasn't showing on her normally stoic face, but to be safe she turned to look towards the crackling fire to try and distract herself from the knot that was twisting her insides. She had never thought of who she would pick from the tribes men to set as a role model for her son. How was she to answer that question? It wasn't as if Lucius needed a father, just a male he could go to about things. That defiantly didn't leave a lot of choices to pick from. Turning her eyes back to her Fate she sized him up. She had given him the rank for a reason correct? Maybe her coming here would be better than she had originally thought of. "How about you Eros?” Eli asked quickly, staring him down with narrowed eyes. If anyone would be a good candidate to help her stupid cunt of a son it would be one of her Fates right? She thought so. "I would only need you to advise him like you advise me. Nothing to large. Right now my pickings are slim, and I feel you are the best candidate to help him.”
She hated to word it that way, but she had never been to good with expressing her ideas through words. She liked to show what she meant through her actions. It was what made her the woman she was today; and then again maybe her lack of words had been what had caused her son to turn out the way he was now. Wasn't like there was much she could do about it now. Or, was there? "Eros, tell me something. And be honest with me. Do you feel that I lean more on actions than words to get my point across?” Maybe she could still try to get through her sons thick skull that he needed to listen to everything she had to say if she talked to him; instead of giving him a hard smack to the back of his head when he did something stupid.
"your character talking" your character is thinking "another character is talking"
words; 677 tag, you're it; Crowley Griffin notes; outfit; RIGHT HERE! AND HERE! credits; caitlyn of caution 2.0 made this template. do not remove the credit, or she'll throw you to her piranhas. lyrics are from monster by paramore.
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