Interview with Lu pt. 1Yeah, I'm pretty skinny. So is my little bro. We can't exactly eat a lot anyways. Our lusus, Cerberus, typically works hard to retrieve us food. Sure, sometimes it's a little disconcerting to come home to dead bodies on the floor, but... hey, you get used to it. We don't just let her work for us all day. Sometimes we join her in the hunt. I prefer to do it from a distance; less risk, more precise. A properly placed shot and they won't even know you were there. On the other hand, most of the time, my hivemates prefer the hunt. So if they get overwhelmed, I can dispatch the threat. My brother.... he prefers to get up close and personal. I don't really like getting my everything dirty, myself. He doesn't seem to mind that much. Swords are his specialty, after all.
Seer of Void: New IntroNumber one... slashTwo.. slashThree and four.. cut them across the middle.Next up... take a break? Okay. I then heard a notification from across the room. "Oh, what could it be now? I just got to my break." I complain to myself. It seemed to be my foolish brother, complaining about the aesthetics and sanitation. I roll my eyes and ask him why he didn't simply walk across the hall to talk to me. "You know my work is very important anyways. Functionality is more necessary than looks." I tell him. He ignores me just the same and asks me to keep the place clean again. I humor him and agree to it. I then get back to my to-do list and begrudgingly cut out number five; the so-called break I just had. Time to get back to work.
MortelleDoux Written App: Sam:iconMortelleDoux::iconMortelleDoux::iconMortelleDoux::iconMortelleDoux::iconMortelleDoux:Sorry about not doing an art app, I dont really have the ability to draw often now and I'm not very confident about my abilities either currently.Food/Drink: Chocolate-filled Rolled WaferName: Sam. He doesn't tell the rest of his name.Alias: Silent AngelAge: 25 (Mental Age of 18)Gender: MaleEthnicity: French!Height / Weight: 5' 10"Gang: Delicious DeathPhysical Description:He wears an orange hoodie, close to always keeping the hood up. He has messy brown hair that covers one of his hazel-orange eyes. He wears khaki pants, and other times cargo shorts. He also wears white and red tennis shoes with long white socks. He's pretty slim, usually not eating much. His mouth seems to be just a little too big for his face, and his grin looks almost like the Cheshire cat. Unfortunately, he smiles often.