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Realistic or Modern The Cure [CS]
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apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Selena Zabielski
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apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
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madame moiselle
❁ listening to lullabies ❁
WIP
WEREWOLF
WEREWOLF
RoninN7
Senior Member
Name: Charlotte Rosen
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Supernatural Creature: Werewolf
Face Claim: Mia Alves
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 5'8/1.72m and 138 lbs/62.5 kg
Body Type: Athletic/fit
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: 3 helix piercings shaped like different flowers along her right ear (top to bottom), full moon on her wrist (bottom) and two rosebuds on her left shoulder
Likes: Swimming, texting, eating, talking to people, flowers
Dislikes: Guns, loud music, hospitals, bright lights
Strengths: Perceptive, strong, clever
Weaknesses: Emotional, forgiving, reckless
Personality:
Charlotte is someone who never really waits for anything to happen before doing something. She likes to just "go for it" even when it might not be the best option for her and the people around her. Her regular attitude is usually fairly chirpy and friendly, with her rarely getting angry or annoyed at anyone since Charlotte has always been a carefree person. As such, she's made a number of friends throughout her life and is quite good at starting conversations with strangers and turning them into her friend, which has helped her over the years. One of her less desirable traits, however, is her tendency to hide the truth about certain things from people. She never really outright lies to anyone, but she prefers to keep parts of the truth hidden and usually tells an incomplete story or thought. This isn't because she's particularly sensitive when it comes to sharing things about herself, she just doesn't like making people feel angry or sad and sometimes hiding the truth can prevent that.
As a friend she's incredibly loyal and protective, particularly when it comes to her friends feeling any sort of love-related pain. Charlotte will always try to make everyone around her feel good and happy, especially people she likes. Charlotte has always wanted friends more than anything, and, as such, she's very quick to forgive most people even if they hurt her deeply, which has caused her a lot of pain which could have been avoided. Even though it is rare, some people have done things so unforgivable that not even Charlotte can find it within her to forgive them. These people tend to see a side of her which can be very scary. This is because she has hid a lot of negative emotions under her chirpy personality and, when someone manages to bring those out, they tend to pour out uncontrollably and indiscriminately.
Bio:
Charlotte was born in a fairly quiet neighborhood somewhere in the middle of Seattle with her parents and her two older brothers. Life was very average with her family, which was by no means a bad thing for Charlotte since she enjoyed dinner with her family and watching TV among other family-oriented activities. She loved her older brothers more than anything and they loved her back very much, which was especially useful when Charlotte turned four and had to start going to school. They would always help keep her safe and make friends with people that they knew at school, which was made a lot easier thanks to her outgoing and friendly personality. By the time she was six, Charlotte had already made friends with pretty much everyone in school and the teachers loved her because of how upbeat and happy she always seemed to be.
By the time she was eight, Charlotte had had her fair share of "boyfriends", which were really just other boys she hugged and held hands with for a couple of weeks until the relationship ended. One of these boys, Lucas, was different from the rest in that Charlotte legitimately fell in love with him and cared about him more deeply than all the others. This relationship lasted for almost a year, right up until a couple of weeks before Charlotte's ninth birthday, when Lucas started a relationship with another girl, which Charlotte caught wind of through her friends. For the first time in her life, Charlotte felt truly crushed and depressed, which everyone took notice of immediately. Just a few days before her birthday, however, Lucas approached her and tried to apologize, to which she responded by punching him in the face.
Her parents found out about this incident since she was given detention, to which they decided to try and reason with her rather than scold her. After a few hours of discussion, they convinced her to go apologize to him right then, since they lived about a block away from each other. It was a full moon that night when she arrived at Lucas' home and knocked on the door, receiving no answer. She then spotted a large dog-looking creature in the yard, chained and fenced off. Thinking it was just a big dog, she called to it kindly and got right up to the fence, trying to get it to approach. That's when the creature charged at her and bit through the fencing and into her arm. Luckily for Charlotte, the chains held and it couldn't get any closer to her, which gave her a chance to run away and back home as quickly as she could. That night, after she stepped into the basement to look for one of her notebooks, everything went black. When she came to it was very late in the morning and her clothes were torn and all over the basement floor.
Charlotte only had faint memories of growling and moving around in a body that didn't feel like her own, and when she looked around she saw things were all over the place and destroyed by what seemed to be bite marks. Fortunately for Charlotte, everything important in the basement was kept in strong metal boxes, which still looked damaged but nowhere near as damaged as other items. Ever since that day she never heard from Lucas again, only finding out that he "moved away". She also failed to understand who did that damage until a couple of weeks later, when she became furious over losing one of her toys and the same thing happened. Unsure of what to do, Charlotte told her parents that someone broke into their home and decided to just live out her life until the next full moon came around and she transformed in her sleep without realizing it. Her memory of the night was very blurry once again, but this time when she woke up her family was gone.
Charlotte's father returned home and found her in her room, where he told her that they had taken her brother to the hospital because a wolf had attacked him but that he would be fine. Being only nine years old, Charlotte couldn't quite understand what was happening, but she did understand that she was the one causing during her blackouts and that she'd somehow hurt her dear older brother. After getting dressed and going to the hospital to see her brother, Charlotte realized what she needed to do for her family's safety. Ever since then she's been living on her own, trying to never let her anger and sadness rise out of her system and always maintain her chirpy self on the outside, regardless of what she's actually feeling. It took her a while to get over having to forget about her friends and her family, and she did eventually learn what she had become that night years prior as well as the peace between the species.
Despite still flaring up a couple of times when Charlotte becomes enraged, she's managed to keep her transformations in check. When she turned 15 Charlotte met an older werewolf in Los Angeles who recognized what she was and decided to take her in like some type of stepmother. She was able to return to school, make new friends, experience all of the things human teenagers get to experience in high school, and even had her first serious relationship which lasted a year and a half. Unfortunately for Charlotte, her benefactor had to flee the country when she turned 18 because of past problems with a nearby pack, but she left her a good amount of money and the home they lived in before leaving. She's heard rumors of a cure, but, being a lone wolf, Charlotte has to tread with extreme care because she knows what people, supernatural or not, are capable of when they desperately want something. That won't stop her, though, from trying to find a way back to her family.
Brandon charged at the man as fast as he could, hitting him in the throat with his index and middle finger, which he charged with electricity to finish the man off. Checking the man, Brandon made sure that his vitals were completely inactive before going to search for the key to the hideout. Upon finding the key in the suit's right pocket, Brandon went to open the door to the hideout and check for any additional enemies. Finding none, he dragged all of the men around him into the hideout and locked the door behind him before pushing forward. The hideout consisted of a long hallway with a few rooms with large glass windows looking into them, revealing to Brandon a few guns here and there along with tools and a few explosives contained in small and large packages.
He didn't bother to check any of the rooms since he was already well aware that this man used equipment made by Roland Enterprises, but that didn't exactly help him get any closer to his objective. After a few minutes of walking, Brandon saw a room at the end with a lot of empty boxes and a desk in between all the mess. After rummaging through all the boxes and verifying that they were empty, Brandon found a small key lying on the floor beneath a huge painting of "The School of Athens". "Heh, guess this guy's got some luxurious tastes," Brandon thought to himself, as he slowly set he painting back down on the floor how he had found it. He finally turned to the desk and went up to it, inspecting it for any kind of locked drawer or hidden opening. Brandon eventually felt a small bump that was a keyhole under the desk, where a secret trapdoor opening was.
Brandon quickly slid under the desk and opened the trapdoor while covering his face, half-expecting a bomb or some large object to fall down on him. Instead he only felt two papers hit his arm and then land on the floor. He picked up one of them and saw a series of numbers and letters that looked like some sort of code which he couldn't decipher, but upon turning it around he saw the Roland Enterprises logo; Brandon concluded that this code would lead to Ethan Roland and that it was what his contractor meant when he spoke of a lead to Roland Enterprises. Putting the piece of paper away, he then saw the other paper on the ground; Brandon picked it up and saw an advertisement for something that caught his interest somewhat.
Brandon raised an eyebrow upon reading this; it certainly was a good amount of money and wouldn't do him any harm. He smirked upon reading the paper before putting it away and walking out of the room. Brandon decided to go around the rooms and put everything in a single room before locking it and walking out of the hideout, locking it behind him and tossing the key under the door. Making sure to be cautious of anyone that could've heard his fight earlier, Brandon walked out of the alleyway and made his way to a phone booth. He pulled out a card with a phone number on it that had been provided for the job and called the number; even though nobody answered, he knew that leaving his message on voicemail would be enough. "It's done, send someone to collect the "package" and provide payment," Brandon said, keeping a stern voice as he usually did with contractors.
Hanging up the phone, Brandon eyed the card, remembering that he was instructed to destroy it as soon as he was done reporting his success. He tore the card into four different pieces and walked a few blocks, dropping each piece into a different trashcan so that there'd be no trace of the number on the card. Once done, he pulled out the advertisement and eyed the number on it. The amount of money was just too much to be true; it was certainly more than the already "handsome" price he'd be payed for the job he just did. Sighing with resignation, Brandon said, "Ah what the hell," and turned to make his way to Copacabana Beach.
He didn't bother to check any of the rooms since he was already well aware that this man used equipment made by Roland Enterprises, but that didn't exactly help him get any closer to his objective. After a few minutes of walking, Brandon saw a room at the end with a lot of empty boxes and a desk in between all the mess. After rummaging through all the boxes and verifying that they were empty, Brandon found a small key lying on the floor beneath a huge painting of "The School of Athens". "Heh, guess this guy's got some luxurious tastes," Brandon thought to himself, as he slowly set he painting back down on the floor how he had found it. He finally turned to the desk and went up to it, inspecting it for any kind of locked drawer or hidden opening. Brandon eventually felt a small bump that was a keyhole under the desk, where a secret trapdoor opening was.
Brandon quickly slid under the desk and opened the trapdoor while covering his face, half-expecting a bomb or some large object to fall down on him. Instead he only felt two papers hit his arm and then land on the floor. He picked up one of them and saw a series of numbers and letters that looked like some sort of code which he couldn't decipher, but upon turning it around he saw the Roland Enterprises logo; Brandon concluded that this code would lead to Ethan Roland and that it was what his contractor meant when he spoke of a lead to Roland Enterprises. Putting the piece of paper away, he then saw the other paper on the ground; Brandon picked it up and saw an advertisement for something that caught his interest somewhat.
RIO DE JANEIRO FIGHTING TOURAMENT.
ALL FIGHTERS WELCOME. PRIZE MONEY 17,375,750.00 REAL.
LOCATION: Copacabana BEACH.
Brandon raised an eyebrow upon reading this; it certainly was a good amount of money and wouldn't do him any harm. He smirked upon reading the paper before putting it away and walking out of the room. Brandon decided to go around the rooms and put everything in a single room before locking it and walking out of the hideout, locking it behind him and tossing the key under the door. Making sure to be cautious of anyone that could've heard his fight earlier, Brandon walked out of the alleyway and made his way to a phone booth. He pulled out a card with a phone number on it that had been provided for the job and called the number; even though nobody answered, he knew that leaving his message on voicemail would be enough. "It's done, send someone to collect the "package" and provide payment," Brandon said, keeping a stern voice as he usually did with contractors.
Hanging up the phone, Brandon eyed the card, remembering that he was instructed to destroy it as soon as he was done reporting his success. He tore the card into four different pieces and walked a few blocks, dropping each piece into a different trashcan so that there'd be no trace of the number on the card. Once done, he pulled out the advertisement and eyed the number on it. The amount of money was just too much to be true; it was certainly more than the already "handsome" price he'd be payed for the job he just did. Sighing with resignation, Brandon said, "Ah what the hell," and turned to make his way to Copacabana Beach.
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RoninN7
Senior Member
Name: Emma Bradshaw (formerly Kristina Dorokhova)
Age: 128 (looks 22)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Supernatural Creature: Vampire
Face Claim: Darya Dogusheva
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Red/blonde
Height/Weight: 5'5/1.65m and 123 lbs/55.8 kg
Body Type: Slim and a little curvy
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: "FAR319-3" tattooed across the bottom of her wrist as a reminder of her days in war (represents 319th Field Artillery Regiment, 3rd battalion)
Likes: Exercising, flying, reading, dancing, blood
Dislikes: Classical music, spiders, chemistry, texting
Strengths: Trained fighter, cunning, patient
Weaknesses: Prideful, distrustful, short-tempered
Personality:
Having grown up under the rule of the tsar's regime in the Russian Empire, Emma learned first hand how evil people could be and, as a result, she's incredibly tough to make a true friend out of. She can be outgoing and friendly towards people, but even after spending weeks with people there's a good chance Emma still doesn't have a shred of trust for them. As such, she has no issues with lying to people and will do so rather often if she sees fit. Usually, her lies won't be part of some grand scheme and will simply consist of small white lies to get a desired reaction out of people. Sometimes, however, she will catch how people react to certain things and might say and do things accordingly to get what she wants out of them, if whatever that is represents something important enough for Emma.
All of this doesn't detract from the fact that Emma can be a good friend should someone break through her barriers and gain her trust, and she will protect people she considers her friend no matter what. Being Emma's friend comes with its pros but it also has negatives, especially when it comes to her emotional state. Once someone becomes Emma's friend, she develops an emotional connection, which means that her already short temper gets even shorter when her friends do something that annoys or hurts her. When it comes to romance, Emma isn't very emotional with other people, but she does enjoy having fun with them. As such, Emma can often be a bit of a flirt around people out of self interest more than anything, not that her partners really care anyway.
Bio:
Born in the outskirts of Moscow in 1890, towards the end of tsarist rule, Emma was born first under the name of Kristina Dorokhova. Her family belonged to the peasant class in Russia and, as such, she suffered from poverty which resulted in all of her brothers dying of malnourishment at a young age. Being the only living child in the family, her parents made sure to expend all of their money on keeping Kristina safe and healthy. Kristina's mother passed away of illness when she was only 10 years old, at which point her father began thinking about Kristina's safety should he pass away as well. As a result, he ended up a permanent servant of a Russian soldier in exchange for Kristina being educated on how to fight. Despite his best efforts, Kristina's father couldn't prevent her from getting hurt and abused by her instructor's sons often. They took advantage of their size and more extensive fighting skills to hurt Kristina whenever they trained, even though she was much younger than them.
Unfortunately for them, however, pain ended up being Kristina's greatest teacher, as she quickly learned how to attack her opponents with ruthless aggression and blinding speed in order to halt their assault, regardless of their size. She also became quite proficient in wielding knives and muskets, and was regularly defeating her former tormentors by the age of 15. Sadly, mere days before her 16th birthday Kristina's father died of an infection he caught working in the field. Kristina was sure that this would only result in her being taken as a substitute servant, or kicked out of the home since she had no way to pay for living there. Fortunately for Kristina, however, the soldier took notice of her growing skillset and ruthless tendencies, and decided to keep her around for future plans. He became harsher and more violent, but not with the intent to hurt his pupil, but to make a killer out of her.
This man revealed himself to be a leader of a growing revolution against the tsar who was teaching her to fight in order to use her as a soldier and assassin when the revolution would strike. One night in the summer of 1912, the soldier and his children were out at an underground meeting, leaving Kristina alone at home. She decided to take a walk that night, one which would change her life forever. Having walked all the way to the surrounding forest, Kristina found herself 40 minutes away from her home, and being out quite late, she decided to return home. Then it happened: a shadowy figure tackled her to the ground and bit her on the wrist, draining her until she almost fainted, at which point the figure pulled out a knife and slit its own wrist, pouring its blood into her mouth before everything went dark. She came to in an abandoned shack close to her home, but it was already noon and she had only blurry flashes of memories of the night before.
When she tried to walk out of the shack she felt an excruciating pain and saw her skin start to burn as soon as the sunlight touched it. Kristina recoiled back into the home, unsure of what to do until she found a large bedsheet laying on the floor, which she used to cover herself as she returned home. There she found the soldier and his sons passed out, smelling of booze from the night before. She also felt something different, however, as she could almost feel their blood coursing through their veins, and felt hunger. Without hesitation, Kristina dove onto one of the sons and drained him until there wasn't enough blood in his body and he perished. When the others woke up, Kristina panicked and, in a flurry, killed all of them with a strength she didn't know she had. For the next five years, Kristina would wander around the outskirts of Moscow at night, feeding on whatever unfortunate soul crossed her path. This continued until the Bolshevik Revolution broke out.
Without much of an option, Kristina had to escape Russia, making her way to the United States where she changed her name to Emma Bradshaw sometime in January 1918. There, she signed up for the Nursing Corp for what remained of World War 1, seeing an opportunity to work and feed at the same time. Once the war ended, she continued living in the U.S, finding out that she didn't need to kill all of her victims as long as she fed enough, which allowed her to remain undercover. When World War 2 broke out, she joined the Women's Army Corps and was assigned to the 319th Field Artillery Regiment in the 3rd battalion. She continued to participate as much as she could in following wars, including Korea and Vietnam, despite women not being widely used in combat. In present day, Emma lived in Houston for a number of years, until news broke out of some type of cure. Upon further investigation, Emma found that the rumors were true and that it was in a town called Moonstone Springs. Emma quickly packed up necessary items and made her move.
In my other CS ^^
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taliaangeni
It is what it is.
Name: Reid Moore
Species: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age:168
Born: March 28, 1849
Died: December 23, 1880 Looks: 31
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 172
Build: Athletic
S/O: Straight
Personality:
Active
Loyal
Possessive
Arrogant
Self-centered
Competitive
Impersonal
Nature & Demeanor:
Reid doesn’t disguise himself. He’s for himself but there are a few who have wormed their way into his non-beating heart. Those few people he gives his loyalty to undoubtedly.
Style of Dress (SoD):
Reid’s wardrobe has a plethora of jeans, plaid t-shirts, t-shirts with sayings, designed socks, boots, sneakers, and athletic shoes.
Strengths:
Confident
Determination
Independence
Weaknesses:
Fixated
Judgemental
Remorseless
Likes:
Designed socks.
Women in skimpy underwear.
The TV show American Horror Story.
Dislikes:
People in general.
Dogs
Rap music.
Skills:
Efficient piano player
Has a photographic memory.
Multiple Languages
Hobby/Hobbies:
Reading
Collecting hearts
Poker
Cooking
Bio:
Reid Moore was born in 1849 in Maryland. His mother and father ran a bed and breakfast and were abolitionist. 1849 was a great year. It was the year the first woman to receive a medical degree happened. Harriet Tubman escaped slavery - looking back now, Reid isn’t sure if his parents had played a part in that. Being an abolitionist is what killed his father. 1856, it was best to move west.In 1866, an eighteen year old Reid was in Missouri with his mother. They witnessed one of Jesse James bank robberies. Later that year, Reids mother died of consumption. 1880 at the age of 31, late one night Reid was at a party for a friends house unveiling. He’d gotten extremely intoxicated and unknown to him there were a few vampires in residence. One male, James Larue, took an interest in him and turned him against his will. Reid has never forgiven the guy but is thankful for the chance to see how the world develops. He’s happy to see the work his parents fought for finally resulted in something. Glad to see consumption, or Tuberculosis, finally had a cure.
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EricSings
I'd rather be in the jungle. <3
"Love can be found amongst the flowers." - Kassandra
( STATS )
Name: Kassandra A. Abel
Age: Twenty-six
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She likes men.
Supernatural Creature: The fierce wolf. ❤
Face Claim: Kendra Spears
( APPEARANCE )
She has strong features and is 5'10" with a slim body. Her eyes are green, and become even more alluring when she transforms into a wolf. Light brown hair reaches the middle of her back, though she grows fur white as snow in her animal form. Distinctive silver markings adorn her canine traits, often complimented by the moonlight. Kassandra considers herself an enchantress, both as a human and the beautiful wolf.
( PERSONALITY )
Kassandra is someone who believes in learning from her mistakes, and staying positive through her own perseverance. She welcomes attention and expects gossip, though she is noted for certain qualities and her ability to encourage others. Exuding confidence comes naturally for her, and she is rather vain. Her flaws are not a secret to her, however, and she sees beauty through imperfection in herself and other people.
Personality traits relatively stay the same between her different forms, though being a wolf has taught her a lot. Selfish tendencies and fear seem to vanish completely in her animal form, and she takes on superb leadership skills and instinctive animalistic traits. Kassandra is intrigued by this so called cure, but so does the mystery of wolf life.
Likes: Trying new foods, experimenting with make-up, and exploring uncharted land
Dislikes: False accusations about her or her friends, dishonesty, being restrained
Strengths: Self-confidence, endurance during physical activities and showing grace in her movements, dancing, and influencing others by infectious behavior.
Weaknesses: Certain men, nicotine, and being narcissistic.
( BIOGRAPHY )
Growing up in France has greatly influenced many things that make Kassandra who she is. Kassandra is the daughter of a French businessman, and her mother has the bloodline of the wolf in her family. Her parents are opulent people, and they own a historic home on the Mediterranean coast in the town of Collioure. They are established within the community, and were able to offer their only daughter many luxuries and opportunities. She was always a social butterfly, and enjoyed performing arts and dance classes. Strict discipline over their daughter aided her away from certain things, though Kassandra chose to rebel when she was an older teenager.
Her mother, Veronica, chose to keep her supernatural gift a secret from her. She personally did not transform into a wolf until a full moon on her seventeenth birthday, and was waiting until Kassandra was this age to tell her about her families unique heritage. The fact that Kassandra was out at dance parties and chose to be distant from her family didn't help matters much. One night, when she was out with some girlfriends, the moon was luminous and full. Kassandra was invited to an after party at a cute guys house, where he proceeded to make unwanted advances on her. Once she stepped outside, she started to feel ill, and feelings she had never felt before began to pulse through her body. She hurried to the woods next to his apartment complex, where she kneeled to the ground and began transforming into a wolf. That night will be one she will never forget...
The day after, her mother spoke with her and told her all about their bloodline. She shared what she knew about wolf life with her daughter, and Kassandra began joining her and her relatives for late night strolls under the stars in their animal forms. Now, she may not know everything about her gift, but she remains courageous and willing to learn about her other self.
Talk of magical witches and a cure for her condition have brought her to Moonstone Falls. She appreciates the vibe of the smaller town, and stays here with her closest sister who also has the same supernatural gift.
Captain Eloise has a look of satisfaction upon her face, lips smiling gently. She doesn't really care for the red lipstick she chose, but it was too late now. Or was it?
Her smile forms into a smirk as she turns from the increasing number of people. From her pocket she takes out a handkerchief, and reaches for a bottle of water. She removes the cap, pours some on the material, and wipes at full lips.
The captain snaps her fingers at the crew member closest to her, and then shivers softly. She has been trying not to snap at people, most of them prefer she doesn't.
"Forgive me," she begins, leaning in closer to one of her valued crewmen, "how are my lips?"
The man refrains from twirling about, and merely winks at her.
She nods and turns to speak with the passengers again, Urbano now before her. Once he introduces himself, she adjusts her posture and smiles to him.
"And I am Captain Eloise, you are just in time..."
The woman of authority walks to the center of the room, almost directly underneath the beautiful chandelier. "Everyone! Please give me your attention! I must return to my chamber, but my crew will be happy to assist you with any needs." She pauses, scanning the room. "There are brochures on the table, providing you with information you may need. Please have fun, and remain safe. We shall be heading for France soon!" With just a little flair, and a bit of a hair flip, the woman disappears.
Damian approaches Urbano slowly, his hands in his pockets. He somehow forgets to extend his arm as a form of proper greeting, though he flashes a kind grin.
"I picked up an extra brochure," he laughs softly, "not sure if you were gonna want one. I'm Damian."
Her smile forms into a smirk as she turns from the increasing number of people. From her pocket she takes out a handkerchief, and reaches for a bottle of water. She removes the cap, pours some on the material, and wipes at full lips.
The captain snaps her fingers at the crew member closest to her, and then shivers softly. She has been trying not to snap at people, most of them prefer she doesn't.
"Forgive me," she begins, leaning in closer to one of her valued crewmen, "how are my lips?"
The man refrains from twirling about, and merely winks at her.
She nods and turns to speak with the passengers again, Urbano now before her. Once he introduces himself, she adjusts her posture and smiles to him.
"And I am Captain Eloise, you are just in time..."
The woman of authority walks to the center of the room, almost directly underneath the beautiful chandelier. "Everyone! Please give me your attention! I must return to my chamber, but my crew will be happy to assist you with any needs." She pauses, scanning the room. "There are brochures on the table, providing you with information you may need. Please have fun, and remain safe. We shall be heading for France soon!" With just a little flair, and a bit of a hair flip, the woman disappears.
Damian approaches Urbano slowly, his hands in his pockets. He somehow forgets to extend his arm as a form of proper greeting, though he flashes a kind grin.
"I picked up an extra brochure," he laughs softly, "not sure if you were gonna want one. I'm Damian."
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