Sean is pale skinned. He has blue eyes that swirl like water and any who stare into them will clearly see their depth. The eyes of someone who has seen more than he should, serious eyes. His face is quite plain, with no note-worthy marks, moles or scars. He is a looker, mostly. A born looker, with perfect teeth and wavy brown hair. His figure is well built, the figure of someone who was obviously trained to be a warrior. He has abs, biceps, triceps, all kind of 'ceps'. He is however, scarred, for over his heart is an ugly scar, roughly three inches long and dotted with metal teeth that sink into the flesh.
He wears blue jeans, black trainers and a black hooded sweater with the words "I poked a badger, then it bit me," written in white ink.
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Sean S. Avison
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Main Street
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RolePlayGateway
Description
So begins...
Sean S. Avison's Story
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Sean S. Avison entered, kicked the door closed behind him with a flick of his foot and then made his way over towards the counter. He sat down, noticing several looks he got due to what was written on his sweatshirt. He ignored them though, the last time he came here was atleast five years ago and he didn't want his revisit to be put off due to a group of idiots snickering.
He leaned forwards and ordered himself a drink.
He leaned forwards and ordered himself a drink.
Sean S. Avison slipped in through the door as another opened it to exit and walked a rushed walk across the room until he reached the bar counter. He immediately took a stool and kept his head down. He said nothing, and apart from reaching out to grab a peanut from a bowl, he did nothing either.
Sean S. Avison was too busy trying not to look normal (in the paradoxical sense of normal being different, atleast in this place) and following through with his habit of running his fingers over the scars of past cuts to realise someone had actually spokn to him, so he just continued what he was doing without replying or looking up to see who spoke.
The past few years he had been pretty distant from any sort of social life, so his attention was usually elsewhere. Anything less than poking him would be very unlikely to catch his attention.
The past few years he had been pretty distant from any sort of social life, so his attention was usually elsewhere. Anything less than poking him would be very unlikely to catch his attention.
Sean S. Avison jumped in surprise and leaned away from the counter until the rear chair legs hit the floor and his back hit his seat. "Yes, sorry," he replied politely as his hands searched out the edge of the hood on his shoulders and pulled it over his head.
Sean S. Avison had perhaps gone a little soft over the last few years and as a result, he felt rather uncomfortable at being told what he had done was 'very rude'. He quickly lowered the hood back to his shoulders and put the peanut he had earlier placed in his mouth to eat. Once he had swallowed it, he looked up to Elenore and bowed his head an inch or so.
"Sean," he finally answered. "But feel free to choose a better one."
"Sean," he finally answered. "But feel free to choose a better one."
Sean S. Avison nodded his head in an attempt to look casual but it worked against him more than for him. So he didn't bother to lift his head up again when he did it a second time; he kept it bowed and looking towards the table top. He wasn't quite ready (or interested) to get involved in something that required him to actually talk, so he just remained silent and hoped it would pass.
Sean S. Avison shook his head a little, as he said; "I'm not very sociable. Which is why I was sitting on my own." He was trying to make a suggestion, but he put so little effort into it that it instead sounded completely genuine and as if he was simply stating a fact.
Sean S. Avison let his eyes trail up to where her hand took his and released a puff of air. "You know my name." He answered, "I live in a flat. That's all there is to me." He was trying to keep the conversation short and although he would deeply regret it if he somehow scared her away, some part of him still wanted to.
Sean S. Avison hoped to quench her thirst for curiosity right away as he said, "It's basically just a bathroom, kitchen and bedroom... And the door leads outside instead of a hallway." That sounded quite off putting to him, but he wouldn't push it.
"And there isn't..." He was obviously not going to tell her, after all he didn't know who she was.
"And there isn't..." He was obviously not going to tell her, after all he didn't know who she was.
Sean S. Avison shrugged a little. "It only has space for one bed. There's not enough room for visitors." The last thing he wanted was some strange woman who claimed to be a noble deciding she wanted to live with him, who was also strange. To her, anyway.
Sean S. Avison "I don't like cake, but I'm going home now." He answered as he stood up. He no longer cared about being rude, so without another word, look or gesture, he left.
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Main Street
Sean S. Avison immediately stepped onto the street and turned in order to begin walking down it. He had not yet noticed he had been followed, but his constant wariness of the city made him enter and attempt to blend with the nearest group of walkers. He walked with them, for a while; keeping his eyes on the floor by his feet and his mouth shut.
Sean S. Avison heard the shouts in the distance and stopped, until the group he walked with continued off down the street and left him stood there on his own. He turned his head and looked towards the woman and the man who grabbed her. He realised who it was almost straight away, but did not realise she was actually following him.
If he had, perhaps he would ahve continued on down the street, but at that moment he decided he couldn't stand there and do nothing - he was human, after all. He immediately set off in a sprint straight towards the couple and then, when he got close enough, he leaped through the air and attempted to tackle the man down to the ground. Although Elenore would probably be pulled also.
If he had, perhaps he would ahve continued on down the street, but at that moment he decided he couldn't stand there and do nothing - he was human, after all. He immediately set off in a sprint straight towards the couple and then, when he got close enough, he leaped through the air and attempted to tackle the man down to the ground. Although Elenore would probably be pulled also.
Sean S. Avison was perfectly capable of taking down that man without so much as a scratch, despite not being what he was five years ago. But still he didn't, why? He dodged the punches he could, blocked others, but several got through to his face. He returned several of his own, until Elenore pulled him up to his feet. His jaw was a little bruised and his nose a little bloody, but that didn't stop him giving the man a final kick before he turned and set off running downt he street whilst pulling Elenore along with him.
"We might have to take some shortcuts," he called out.
"We might have to take some shortcuts," he called out.
Sean S. Avison stopped and stood there with little strain on his breath or body. He was used to running and such a small distance was hardly going to slow him down. He stared on ahead, without reacting to the kiss or what she said. He simply mumbled, "He'll still be out there looking for us, you know-" until he heard a thud and turned to see the woman had collapsed.
He hadn't noticed her falling, so hadn't been able to catch her. But now that he had, he took a step towards her body and prodded her with the end of his trainers. "Hello?"
He hadn't noticed her falling, so hadn't been able to catch her. But now that he had, he took a step towards her body and prodded her with the end of his trainers. "Hello?"
Sean S. Avison had no idea what to tell her as he stared down at the now conscious woman. "Uhhh..." He raised his head and looked around them at the buildings, the streets and the dustbins outisde the houses. She seemed to have forgotten, so did he really want to tell her he had saved her from an aggressive man when he could perhaps be rid of her and go home without a woman acting as a burden?
But still, he had to say something, so he kept on looking around for inspiration until his eyes fell upon a playing TV through a distant window and he decided to tell her what he saw. "Umm... You... Uhhh... Had sex in a public toilet?
But still, he had to say something, so he kept on looking around for inspiration until his eyes fell upon a playing TV through a distant window and he decided to tell her what he saw. "Umm... You... Uhhh... Had sex in a public toilet?
Sean S. Avison stepped back a little and shrugged his shoulders. "Uhhh... I was just describing what I saw on that TV over there," he pointed off towards the window in the distance and then turned away from it. "Well you seem to be alright now so... Yeah... I'll head off."
He began walking away; rushing to get to the end of the street so he could turn and dissapear down the next corner.
He began walking away; rushing to get to the end of the street so he could turn and dissapear down the next corner.
“
*feels a slight tremor of energy*
”
Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
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