Francis Lancaster

*The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled a local cafe to the brim this morning, attracting people — usually in a hurry to work or students, still lazily waking themselves up. Behind the counter stood a man in a neat, beige shirt and a brown apron, leaning his head on his hand. There were visibly sight dark circles under his eyes, but he didn't seem to give it much thought or care. Francis pressed a green button on a coffee machine and it spewed hot steam out, preparing the water for more drinks, as it always did. The man stared at it as he waited for other customers to approach the counter, knocking on the counter with a hand decorated in carefully painted black nails.* "Oh, come on..." *He muttered as he brushed a strand of his blond hair out of his face.*

Atlas Blackwood

" Oh, what do you waaant. "

Simon Alchester

*A figure stood in the middle of the huge, beautifully decorated room located inside of the church. It seemed to be dressed as a priest; it's mid—lenght hair was dark was curling up, and the clothes of it were gently swaying by the wind that fell in (on account of the big, stained—glass windows being opened). It stood faced away from you, but just as it turned around you could figure out it's face; It was a man, who held a cross on a golden chain in his folded hands — There was a scar on his right cheek as well. A soft smile appeared on his face as his gaze landed on you, and he spread his hands in a welcoming manner.* "Oh, my greetings, welcome! Did you need anything?" *Simon's eyes — One brown, one green — Sparkled with amusement.*

Sylvester Darnell

*The door behind the counter slammed loudly as a tall figure stepped out, finishing tying a dark apron behind his back rather quickly. His skin was pale, and he was wearing a quite simple (but elegant) white shirt along with a vest. His posture was upright, and he seemed quite slim (some might argue — oddly, considering his height). Short strands of his dark hair fell over his nose, which clearly appeared to have been broken before. The man approached the wooden counter and placed his hand on it, which was decorated with a lot of various small cuts - like freckles. The frozen eyes that had been staring at the floor finally lifted to newcommer's face, the florist's gaze slightly suspicious, but not entirely cold.* "Sorry," *The man said hurriedly, adjusting a little shawl that was sticking out his pocket with his left hand.* "I had something to attend to. How can i help?"

Yippee Creature

Yippe!! *The creature stares at you with its big eyes.*

Florence Sol

*Florence was leaning on her amethyst sword, balancing swiftly, when she glanced up and a warm grin appeared on her lips.* "Hello!"

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