- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- Changes all the time but I'm around more often than not
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Genres
- Scifi, Crime/detective, supernatural, apocalyptic, horror, magic realism, mystery, historical, Western(at points)
"I'm not aiming to be terrifying, and sweaters are comfortable, alright? And I haven't looked myself up because it didn't exactly matter to me. Seems pretty fucking egotistical to be doing that." Mal replied, a lame attempt to defend his honor "Besides, who knows what the people who have summoned me before put up there?"
He knew Taylor was right about his look, though, because he wasn't that threatening. 5'4 wasn't exactly an optimal height for scaring people, and the clothes he wore were either outfits thrown together haphazardly, or something comfortable that still looked decent. Leather jackets were uncomfortable, and he wasn't a fan of boots. He'd rather be cozy than uncomfortable and vaguely scary.
"Uh, first of all, you're not fucking law-abiding and we both know that." He said, addressing the next statements "And I'm pretty sure you're not normal by human standards. But that aside, yea, I've met the devil. He's....something. I don't know. Most of the time I just talk business with him, if I talk with him at all. I'm usually...helping someone out, up here. Summonings and all that. People are overrated. I don't go out of my way to be a fucking social butterfly."
He knew Taylor was right about his look, though, because he wasn't that threatening. 5'4 wasn't exactly an optimal height for scaring people, and the clothes he wore were either outfits thrown together haphazardly, or something comfortable that still looked decent. Leather jackets were uncomfortable, and he wasn't a fan of boots. He'd rather be cozy than uncomfortable and vaguely scary.
"Uh, first of all, you're not fucking law-abiding and we both know that." He said, addressing the next statements "And I'm pretty sure you're not normal by human standards. But that aside, yea, I've met the devil. He's....something. I don't know. Most of the time I just talk business with him, if I talk with him at all. I'm usually...helping someone out, up here. Summonings and all that. People are overrated. I don't go out of my way to be a fucking social butterfly."