06-14-2018, 11:00 PM
Nosferatu could be found leaned up against a pole at the docks, watching the waves rise and give way. He did not know anybody here, thus he was alone. Despite that, Nos was rather outgoing and very rarely shy, so making friends was not an issue for him. The man was in his early twenties, twenty-four years, to be exact. His hair was as black as tar, cleanly cut into a typical short hairstyle. Nosferatu was always on top of changing outfits, but in a world such as this, it was a luxury to have another outfit, not to mention clean cloths. Despite that, he always possessed the scent of fresh-cut oak. His green eyes drew away from the water to the wooden dock. It was quite, almost too quite for him. Humming, he began to think of something to stir up a bit of fun.
The demon had a rather lithe build. He was not tall and muscular, rather he was short, but he was filled out rather nicely. Nos had a body for speed and endurance rather than full on tackling someone like it was your last high school football game. He wore a pair of dark jeans and an unbuttoned plaid shirt made of the colors green, white, and black. Under the unbuttoned shirt he wore a white t-shirt. Occasionally he just wore the plaid shirt (unbutton, of course) and just bare-chested it. He had no shame. Around his neck was his crown jewel and his trademark: A silver cross necklace. It was ironic, really - A demon who wore a cross necklace. It had a story behind it, but that was for another time.
He moved over to the edge of the dock and peered over, getting lost in his own little world until - Crack! There went the rotten board he stood upon. Down into the water he went. It was a good thing he knew how to swim. Nosferatu coughed and flailed, shocked by the water as he struggled to find the wooden platform of the dock. The demon finally heaved himself back onto the tattered dock, coughing up what little water he ingested. Rolling onto his back, he let out an obnoxious sign. "Well, these goes that."
The demon had a rather lithe build. He was not tall and muscular, rather he was short, but he was filled out rather nicely. Nos had a body for speed and endurance rather than full on tackling someone like it was your last high school football game. He wore a pair of dark jeans and an unbuttoned plaid shirt made of the colors green, white, and black. Under the unbuttoned shirt he wore a white t-shirt. Occasionally he just wore the plaid shirt (unbutton, of course) and just bare-chested it. He had no shame. Around his neck was his crown jewel and his trademark: A silver cross necklace. It was ironic, really - A demon who wore a cross necklace. It had a story behind it, but that was for another time.
He moved over to the edge of the dock and peered over, getting lost in his own little world until - Crack! There went the rotten board he stood upon. Down into the water he went. It was a good thing he knew how to swim. Nosferatu coughed and flailed, shocked by the water as he struggled to find the wooden platform of the dock. The demon finally heaved himself back onto the tattered dock, coughing up what little water he ingested. Rolling onto his back, he let out an obnoxious sign. "Well, these goes that."