Can anyone comprehend a greedy man's heart? Laris wasn't sure, and frankly, he had no interest in deciphering the mystery. However, being on the coastal side of Serendipity brought a vault of revelations. First: something sublime could also be horrid. The second didn't matter as much because Laris watched two pirates indulge in a verbal scuffle.

The dark silhouette of two men on the verge of a punch-out was enough to make the golden coastline seem bleak. And as the beaming sun rays showered down, Laris could smell the fume of sweat and rum ricocheting off the two. Nose twisting in a cautionary pinch, he smoothed out the creases in his pale gray robes. Always able to keep a level head, Laris couldn't help but feel...dreadfully annoyed at this encounter. Finally, a nuzzle from the sparrow on his shoulder freed the cleric from the gaze of the men. Instead, Laris's soft watch landed on the shadowy little creature roosting on his shoulder.

"Fear not, Liyo. I will find some information about this book. Fret not." He offered a gentle finger pat to the crown of the bird's head.

Liyo still didn't appear to be convinced. Defeatedly, the shadow sparrow puffed its chest out and released a disappointed sigh. Laris frowned at the gesture, realizing their efforts might have been in vain.

"Ge, get a look at em'. Boy over there talkin' to himself." The burlier man said to the scrawnier one. "Maybe he took it?"

Great, Laris thought. Now they've set their sights on me. Rolling up the sleeves of his robes, the cleric attempted to throw his most benevolent smile, but even the crystal blue sky seemed to sneer. Stepping toward the men, Laris adjusted the leather pouch at his side and kept the box secure. "I happened to be looking for someone. I fear I have not the foggiest idea of what you two could be referring to."

Another conversation erupted; this time, it was livelier than the other. The thick man with grizzle that stretched over his face, stopping at his ears, seemed to think someone had stolen his golden frog. Annoyance plastering over his features, Laris felt his bottom lip curve further to deepen the smile.

"Who could want a golden frog?" Laris said with a darkened gaze. "What could a golden frog possibly do? Except be gold. Greed is the first misconception of this world, gentleman," the last word coming out with extra venom.

"Maybe it was her?" The scrawnier one pointed a bony finger at a girl in the distance. "Let's go see."

What are your favorite kinds of plots and relationships to play?

I am really open to most plots there is not a ton I wouldn't play. I enjoy adventure, horror, romance, angst, drama, action, etc. If you have an idea for something, feel free to pitch it to me. Again, I am really open with plot availability. I really love watching character dynamics grow with interaction, especially when they are pushed into random scenarios. Hit me with all the plot ideas.

What are your least favorite kinds of plots and relationships to play?

This coincides with the previous question but I just enjoy watching things unfold organically. I like loose plots that become tighter as it goes on. I like friendships, enemies, enemies to lovers, enemies to enemies. I like the dynamics of royal intrigue. I love horror scenarios where two unlucky people are pushed to work together and rely on each other. I like twisty religious plots where you don't know what to believe. (I could really list these forever).

What are your favorite character types to play?

I like to challenge myself. I like them to have a variety of personalities and species. I play mostly males, but I will play females if the muse is there. LGBTQ+ friendly. A lot of characters I play are of all different types of sexualities. I wouldn't say I have a favorite type, because I just love a character that speaks for themselves.

Are you a planner or a pantser? Do you prefer to pre-plan and stick to a script when posting, or do you prefer to surprise and be surprised?

Both. However, I tend to go for more loose plots, until the relationship has developed and then stricter is fine. I like things to happen more organically at first and the comfortability is formed between the characters.

How do you feel about group threads?

Sign me up.

How often can you reply to any given thread? How long should a partner wait before nudging you for a post?

I am more on in the evenings. I work during the day. I can usually respond daily at least once if the muse is there (and the time). At the latest? Two weeks. If I have responded in two weeks, you are free to ping me.

What is the longest you're willing to wait for a reply to a thread?

I am not picky when it comes to replies. I know people have lives outside of here. So, take your time. I am not going anywhere. If there's silence for over a month, I may ask if you're still interested in the thread.

How do you feel about instant messenger RP?

I am fine with it. I haven't done it a ton, but I wouldn't mind doing it.

Ho do you feel about post volleying/rapidfire RP?

I enjoy it. Totally fine with it.

What's your preferred posting style? Long posts? Short posts? Anything and everything?

My posts tend to go medium length to long, however, I am really cool with anything.

Any RP styles/habits that you love?

I wouldn't say anything in particular, I just enjoy good character dynamics.

Any RP styles/habits that you avoid?

No god modding or controlling my character.


What are you limits regarding powerplay/godmoding?

PUNCH MY CHARACTER. Ha! Okay, but no like please feel free to touch/fight/curse/whatever to my character. However, if you're wanting to do something major like wound them for life or attempt to kill them, we need to talk first. But yea please don't ask me if it is fine to hold my character's hand, it is fine. However, if they swipe their hand away - that's just who they are.

What are your limits in regards to romantic situations?

I prefer organic relationships. Not really into the age difference thing, I like if the character is around my character's age. This is just my own preference. No limits outside of what is standard. Nothing involving children or animals.

What are your limits with regards to graphic content such as sex, violence, drug use, sexual assault, etc? What is your comfort level?

Comfortable with writing sex, violence, and drug use. Most things are completely fine. I am not interested in writing forced scenes, or anything involving animals or children (these are my hard limits).

What are your limits in regards to pregnancy within plots?

I am fine with writing them. However, the characters would have a long way to go before any of that happens.

What about healing?

Fine with this as well.

What about characters being transformed against their will?
If it happens organically and fits with my character, I am fine with it. Just ask me first, and I will pay the same respect. Any major changes like this need to be discussed.

Anything else?

I am very chill. If you have any cool ideas feel free to reach out to me.

__________________QUICK STATS
Name Laris Asmis
Age 22
Gender Male
Species Moon Demon
Ethnicity Burwenian for keepsake purposes, but demon?
Height 6 ft
Occupation Fake Cleric
Residence A commune in a small town tucked away in Serendipity.

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Physical Description Laris stands at 6 ft. He is slender with more lean muscle than bulk. He has pale blue hair, which ironically is the same color as his eyes. There is a scar over his nose bridge that he received during the fire of his motherland, and scars riddled up his arms for dabbling in certain kinds of magic. Usually, he can be found wearing the typical cleric garbs that were provided inside the commune. The material is of a thin wool texture, but it is breathable in the elements. 

Being of his type of physique, Laris is very agile and dexterous in movements which can be downright stealth-like. His posture usually resembles that of someone of nobility, being the furthest thing from Laris. He likes to put on a facade in most circumstances to prove he's just as righteous as the commune needs him to be. -insert eye roll here- His gaze is often unreadable, because most of of the time, Laris isn't aware of even his own thoughts. Emotions are more evident in his lips then any part of his face, which is not saying much. Sad, lips are in a thin line. Happy, lips are in a thin line.

His true heritage is starting to reveal its dominance as the years go on. Black veins are beginning to crawl up his hand, twisting around his forearm and stopping at the elbow. The moon claws coming out when the moon is at the full. Iridescent claws that expand about 3 inches.



Personality

Aloof by nature. He's aware he's not exactly normal but he's not entirely sure on his species. The box is the thing that holds the key, but Laris doesn't have a way to open it. In most situations, he seems very charismatic - this is a front. Honestly, he doesn't believe in the stuff he's talking about, but if it makes you more devoted? Perfect. Laris enjoys watching people listen to his teachings, getting all excited, but deep down not even being remotely true.

He is reluctant to get close to anyone and tends to stick to the darker corners of the room. Not the first to engage in conversation, but will be more than happy to guide someone on the path to 'light' - or whatever the commune needs. Not being able to process his own thoughts well, he can go from emotionally despondent to exuberant in the same conversation. And if you have any ideas on how to open his box, Laris would get even more animated.

Magic/Abilities

Moon Claws: These are claws that come out during the moon. They grow about three inches and look almost transparent until under the light. They can be used for fighting purposes, but usually Laris remains more focused on hiding them (usually donning gloves at nighttime with a fabric that cannot be penetrated by a blade)

Demon Healing: He heals quicker than humans. His overall healing ability is amplified by about 2x of a normal human, however, the healing is an extremely painful process. For example, if the skin is torn it will regenerate. The regeneration gives an almost searing type of sensation.

Shadow Carrier: Laris is able to use the shadows as allies. They whisper things to him. Advise him of different things. They are what he considers to be his greatest friends. One shadow in particular, Liyo, is the one he holds most dear. They are shaped in the form of a sparrow, and they tend to remain by Laris's side at all times.

Relationships

History

A hissing wind swept against the older man's ear as he stared out into the sea of smoke. The flourishing village of Burwen had been stripped of its prosperity and conquered to a pile of soot.

Joah regretted accepting the letter from Eirlaw; he should have listened to his wife's pleas for him not to go. Witnessing the state of Burwen brought overdue tears to his wizened eyes and ignited a cough deep in his tired lungs. The cloth he tied around his face did little to stop the smoke from residing inside his bones. Ash sprinkled down from the sky, gathering on his worn tunic, bequeathing a smear never that would never wash away.

A large sack hung gingerly over his shoulder, carrying two shovels built for digging graves. He searched for any sign of life, turning every stone, kicking away rubble, but nothing.

Hours flew by as he trekked the land calling out for anyone who could answer the call. In the distance, he could see the silhouette of a temple nearly burned to the ground, but something - or someone - was standing in the middle of the pile.

Joah had lived for sixty-two years, which for most men, could be considered a real accomplishment. But, war was a keeper of men, on and off the battlefield. Joah was blessed never to see the churning tides of war. He had always been a sickly child, who turned into a frail man, and now, he was too old to fight.

As he approached the crumpled temple, he saw a boy standing among the pieces of broken stone, looking like a lost toy. The lost child stood there with dark eyes that carried a sheen of destruction. The boy's trembling hand clutched a box so tight that Joah thought the boy's knuckle would burst through the skin.

 "Are you alone?" Joah asked.

The boy nodded. Joah noticed the boy's hands clenching further down on the box.

"Do you know where your parents are?"

The boy shook his head.

"Is there anyone left?"

 The boy shook his head.

"Who did this?"

Old Joah expected the same flat response, but the boy did something unexpected this time. The boy guided his boney finger to the sky and left it there for a while. Then, averting his gaze toward the bleeding sky, Joah admired the stars but found no answers. He didn't know what the boy could have meant.

"I do not understand." Joah frowned at the boy.

"...not meant to understand," the boy whispered.

As Joah got closer to the boy, he saw a swathe of ash encasing his skinny arms. Burns dotted the boy's flesh, and Joah felt compelled to cringe. This boy had to be out here for at least three days; Joah could only picture the horrors this poor soul encountered.

"How about you come with me? I can get you something to eat and a warm place to sleep." Joah was one of the good ones. How could he leave this hopeless child behind? So, of course, he would ask him to come along. Because that's what Joah did, he preserved the good and upheld morality. He shunned the bad of the lands and stood by the gods' laws.
The boy shook his head, fastening his fingers around the small box. "St-stay here. I stay here."

Joah's eyes took in the desolation, visualizing the people's petrified faces as they faced the burning flames. "If you come with me. I can help you," Joah said with an inviting smile, "let me help you."

A breeze sliced through the silence, bringing forth the stench of dead flesh, reminding Joah of what happened here. Finally, the boy reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Joah forced a smile and offered his hand out to the little sprout. "Can I have your name?"

The boy frowned at the question, which made Joah regret asking. The haunting frown pried at the heart of Joah, not because of the sadness behind it, but because it echoed madness.

"Laris," the boy said, "my name is Laris."

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The couple in Serendipity raised Laris, and they did their best to provide for him. However, he always sensed the lingering fear they held for him and the box on the bedside table. And though they tried to peel away the veneer he had so carefully crafted, they could never puncture the feelings buried inside his chest.

In turn, he left the home and joined a commune. There he plays the role of a fake cleric, fooling everyone (including himself). But his ultimate goal is to discover what the contents of the box are, and finally determine what he actually is.

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