[The following plot can involve humans and other folk hidden amid modern society in the Seattle/Salish Sea area, water and forests and cities included. Just tell which location your character is in if it's different from the posts above yours. Fan-based characters welcome as well as original characters like the one I'm playing here, but let's keep the violence mild. I'm sorta aiming for comedy with my drama here. lol Romance is purely optional, not required.] [Location: Seattle, WA] The moment his shift ended at the Seattle Aquarium, Brendon CrescentMoon rushed through the employee locker area to swap out his work shirt and shoes for his backpack with his street threads and sneakers. At a height of 5'8, he was rather on the short end. The mildly muscular frame was just enough to keep him from looking like a complete scrawny dork. He dressed with a style that was either an intentional eye-sore or a conversation starter. His favorite look, one of many wildly colored Hawaiian shirts (or similarly wild t-shirts), dark slightly worn jeans, and a pair of equally rowdy hued sneakers. Today, he positively looked like a rainbow had explosive diarrhea on him. But, then there was his face. His was the face that looked like a teenager though he was well into his twenties now, with raven hair slightly longer than his shoulders, and tanned skin on features that showed an interesting mix of Native American, Polynesian, and Japanese. The hair, he re-tamed just enough to put it back into loose ponytail before strapping on his bike helmet. How could anyone miss a guy wearing a blue and dayglo orange helmet? It was a rather short ride from the Aquarium to a restaurant next to the famous Pike Place Fish Market to feast on the best fish dinner human hands could serve this deep in the city. He got a double helping of the daily special to go, not really caring what it was. Into his Mario insulated lunchbox in the backpack, it went. Then he was back on his bike to head to his favorite comic shop that was only a mile or so from the marina that held his cabin cruiser / home. Since the weather was fair for once, he stopped at a small park to paw through his latest acquisitions over one of the two packages of seafood and a cola from a near by vending machine. The gulls were rowdy as always, but the noise of the city didn't seem as bad today. Then again maybe many folks were out enjoying the nice evening of mostly clear skies and a soft breeze off the water. The noise of the city was the main reason why he now lived on a boat that he could take out to quieter places when he needed to. He had learned quickly in the few years after he reappeared from who knew where with his new "condition" that not only was he sensitive to sound, he could also feel the emotions of others as easily as a sight allowed one to distinguish colors. So he'd used a bit of the money left to him from his late parents to buy a boat just big enough to make a suitable bachelor pad and left apartment life behind. Now he worked jobs either on the water or at public display of the water's critters to help him deal with urban life. The water, it always helped. For the moment, it was starting to light up with the reflection of the setting sun against the alpine mountains, visible from the picnic table he sat at that looked out across the last stretch of land to the Sound. Fish dinner, a scenic sunset, and manga. Too bad his buddies were all busy.