St.Mungo's
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24 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
Sass
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Tristan McAlister on Aug 17, 2016 6:15:38 GMT
All the recent death and devastation made Tristan appreciate life a little bit more. One didn't know if it would be the last time they ever rolled out of bed each morning. Life was a fragile little thing, easily snuffed out by someone else's lunacy. His new found appreciation for life made the man want to live... Really live, embrace and enjoy life, try something new and experience whatever he could. That line of thinking brought him down a dark offshoot of the sinister Knockturn Alley into a dusty old tattoo parlor. Wizarding tattoos were quite different from muggle tattoos. They moved much like wizard photographs, some flashed different colors and others seemed to take on a personality of their own.
It was one thing to want to experience life, quite another to have that experience permanently written on his skin. Given the location of the shop, Tristan stood a little taller, shoulders a little straighter as he slowly browsed the wall of sample artwork, debating on if he could actually go through with something like that. It could give him a cool edge or maybe he'd go with something that spoke more to his sensitive side. The blonde's forehead wrinkled in thought as he side stepped down the wall, scrutinizing the artwork. He'd heard somewhere that muggle tattoos caused quite a bit of pain and wondered how wizard tattoos compared. He wasn't all that keen on the idea of pain. Despite his intimidating appearance, deep down Tristan was a soft and squishy teddy bear with a low tolerance for discomfort.
Wrapped up in his own thoughts, Tristan didn't hear the door open as another person stepped inside. Once he decided that living didn't have to mean permanently marking his skin he turned to leave, and right into the new comer who was standing unusually, if not accidentally, close.
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Hogwarts
Head of Slytherin
Astronomy Professor
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32 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
Eyeliner on point
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Gen
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Post by Elias Lâu on Aug 17, 2016 7:01:36 GMT
Elias was a fabulous personage - this was well known. Eyeliner, amazing sense of style and a presence that practically screamed something magical; all these things were part of the package. A fact that was not well known, however, was the tiny tattoo he had gotten from a wizard in China on his travels, years ago. Romantic flings occasionally got a peek, but aside from that Elias' tattoo, like his personality, was a mystery.
He wasn't sure what had brought him to the tattoo shop in Diagon Alley. He wasn't particularly looking for a new tattoo or even a touch-up, but he'd heard about the place and been intrigued and decided to check it out. After all, what if he needed a place to make a bad decision on short notice? Or what if he wanted to tattoo a constellation, or a lover's name on his bicep? All very pressing questions, and so Elias had cracked into existence in Knockturn Alley and glided his way to the shop.
There was already someone in the shop; a cute someone. Elias eyed the blonde with distinct interest, glittery eyes examining his form curiously. He might have said something had a wall of sample art on the back not caught his attention, and Elias was making a beeline for it when the blonde turned into his path.
Elias would have backpedaled, but really, what was the point? He was going to crash into Tall, Blonde and Handsome anyways. Gently bouncing off the other man, Elias peered up at him with amused eyes. "Lost in daydreams about dragon tattoos? They're not worth it, you know. The flames get a bit difficult to live with."
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St.Mungo's
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24 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
Sass
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Tristan McAlister on Aug 18, 2016 1:31:03 GMT
Normally when Tristan ran into someone there was a big kerfluffle. Either smaller beings who scrambled to get out of the way, not wanting to earn the ire of a man who looked like he could probably snap them like a twig while the ones who matched his height, or nearly so, took it as a challenge and would posture up. This one didn't seem to be phased by the collision at all, maybe even a little entertained by it. He was an interesting specimen, sparkly and handsome. If his encounter with Eoin wasn't so fresh on his mind, Tristan would have turned on the charm to try and court a little fun out of him. Ever since Eoin planted himself on his lap and pretended to be his boyfriend to save him from the clutches of some grabby redhead, Tristan couldn't get the small and cute pharmacist out of his mind. Flirting with someone else would feel wrong.
Instead he cracked a smile, shaking his head at the question. "Is that so? You've got experience then?" he asked lightly, eyeing the man for signs of flames or singed clothing that would betray just where that dragon was. "Maybe I'll go for something to represent my softer side." Tristan shifted, his weight onto his hip, shoulders slouching as he stuck his hands into his pockets eyeing the wall. "Maybe a pygmy puff." On his bum. Tristan grinned at the thought, running a hand through his hair. "What about you? Let me guess." the Medi-Wizard withdrew his hands to cross his arms over her chest. "Something tough. Manticore? Basilisk on your chest?"
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Hogwarts
Head of Slytherin
Astronomy Professor
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32 years old
Slytherin Alumnus
Eyeliner on point
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Gen
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Post by Elias Lâu on Aug 23, 2016 17:10:38 GMT
It wasn't every day that Elias got the opportunity to talk with handsome blondes in seedy tattoo shops, and so he was rather pleased with what fate had to offer. The other man didn't look perturbed at their collision, instead smiling at Elias' comment, and Elias lit up a bit, eyes flashing with amusement as he propped a hand on one hip.
"I know a friend who got one tattooed on her thigh," Elias returned, eyes dancing wickedly. "You can imagine the amount of pants that got singed before she figured out the problem..." Elias sighed lightly. "What a waste of good leather pants." Ah, well. Leather pants aside, he raised an eyebrow at the other man's suggestion. "Sounds... cute?" his grin turned wicked. He hadn't stepped back very far, so he tucked his hands in his pockets and looked up at Blondie, eyes sparkling. "Where would you put it?"
He adopted a posture of mock indignation at the suggestion. "Me, tough? Gracious. Was it the hairstyle that gave it away?" It couldn't have been. Elias' hair was fabulous, lightly tousled and occasionally gelled into casual, spiky disarray.
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