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Ra God of the SunBASIC
Name of god/goddess- Ra (And sometimes Amun-Ra, depending on which Age we're talking about)
God/Goddess of- God of the Sun
Height- (roughly) 6' 2"
Age (in appearance)- 22
Hair Color- His hair is a deep Red
Hair Style (length, highlights, etc)- He has long hair, which brushes his waist. There are natural golden highlights, giving him the appearance of being out in the sun often (which he is, obviously). He keeps it pulled back into a pony tail with red and silver/gold beads threaded through it
Eye Color- Gold
Skin Tone- He has a sort of dark coppery complexion
Any Distinctive Features (tattoos, extra appendages, etc?)- He has massive gold wings
Notable Features (crooked spine, large ears, etc)- He's really tall and he has wings, obviously those are some pretty noticeable features
Common Clothing Type- He wears long traditional robes when he has to be formal, but other than that he dresses like most modern Americans. He weres several gold arm bands
In the Darkness Before DawnThe night was black, the sky twinkling with millions upon millions of faraway celestial bodies. The moon was huge, a perfect orb of glowing silver light. This light was what marked the path that this lone figure would stay out of. The shadows cloaked them, enveloping them with an inky black cover.
From the shadows the figures' eyes reflected red in the moonlight. They took a deep breath, taking in the many unpleasant scents of the big city. Trash, smoke, and many other unmentionable smells tickled their nose, making it wrinkle in displeasure. But above all of those scents was a very wet, mouthwatering scent.
The figures' mouth watered at the slightest thought of what was to come. The figure pushed back the hood of their jacket and long black hair tumbled out, tipped with white. The eyes in a normal light were purple with many tiny smoky blue rings in the irises.
Alexis Dracul stepped gracefully out from the alley way and started her hunt. Her intended prey was a young man, maybe 25. Hi
Bastet's Story Part IIIBastet woke with a jolt. Her dream startled her. It was the clearest dream she'd had in a very long time. Almost as if it had actually happened
When she looked to the window, her heart stopped. There was Anubis sitting in the window, watching her with protective eyes. 'He's here?' 'He's been here all night, you stupid girl.'
She blushed. Had he really been in her room all night? Watching her, waiting for her to wake? It was a possibility. But if her dream was real then what about the rest of it ?
"Good morning, Bastet," he smiled. "I'm sorry I startled you, I just didn't want to wake you."
Bastet shook her head, and went to her closet pulling her bed sheet along behind her. "It wasn't you that startled me. It's the fact that I thought everything was a dream." She was dressing as she talked. "So you've been here all night?" and now she hid a blush.
As she finished dressing, Anubis took the sheet and replaced the ones on the bed. "Not exactly all night, I had to leave fo
Name- Alexis Dracul (she would rather be called Lexi)
Age (in appearance)- 19
Actual Age- Who knows?
Abilities- She's a very strong telepath, so she can make just about anyone do whatever she wants
Hair Color- Black with white tips
Hair Style (length, highlights, etc)- Cut to the end of her shoulder blades
Eye Color- purple with smokey dark blue rings
Skin Tone- Pale, she's a vampire
Any Distinctive Features (tattoos, extra appendages, etc?)- She has black swirling patterns tattooed all down her spine and her shoulder blades. They stop at the nape of her neck and her elbows
Notable Features (crooked spine, large ears, etc)- nothing except her tattoos
Common Clothing Type- Typically loose dark pants that look almost like a skirt and a nice top/tank top
True Personality (what are they really like)- She's very reclusive, and keeps to herself. She's actually shy
Social Personality (how do they act around other people,
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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