(ooc: Lev/Lyubov is bigender/genderfluid, and alternates between the two names and switches up pronouns depending on context — use whichever one you think your character would go for, and it's acceptable to a) just straight-up ask about it IC if they're unsure. b) use whichever one i'm using in the narration/action for a specific post.)
3. got a sister that knows nothing but violence
Lev/Lyubov, far from an old-timer on the ship, is currently wedged into an awkward corner of the corridor, fending off not one, but three entire baby bahamals with his walking-stick. He does not, in fairness, seem particularly peturbed, more ... annoyed. The way you'd be annoyed with a small enthusiatic puppy or a particularly bold seagull.
He's even talking to the things.
"Look, I wish not to hurt ye ... no, in truth! Please let me pass by—"
He certainly sounds odd to anyone who knows what English is supposed to sound like. It's English, and the pronunciation's right for someone speaking after the Great Vowel Shift, but the grammar is interesting. And he rolls his Rs farther than a New Yorker.
Upon glimpsing movement at the other end of the corridor, Lev lets up counter-hassling the bahamulets and waves his stick in the air like a semaphore flag.
Lev/Lyubov Morgenshtern | OC [fae-ish, passes for a human] | OTA
(ooc: Lev/Lyubov is bigender/genderfluid, and alternates between the two names and switches up pronouns depending on context — use whichever one you think your character would go for, and it's acceptable to a) just straight-up ask about it IC if they're unsure. b) use whichever one i'm using in the narration/action for a specific post.)
3. got a sister that knows nothing but violence
Lev/Lyubov, far from an old-timer on the ship, is currently wedged into an awkward corner of the corridor, fending off not one, but three entire baby bahamals with his walking-stick. He does not, in fairness, seem particularly peturbed, more ... annoyed. The way you'd be annoyed with a small enthusiatic puppy or a particularly bold seagull.
He's even talking to the things.
"Look, I wish not to hurt ye ... no, in truth! Please let me pass by—"
He certainly sounds odd to anyone who knows what English is supposed to sound like. It's English, and the pronunciation's right for someone speaking after the Great Vowel Shift, but the grammar is interesting. And he rolls his Rs farther than a New Yorker.
Upon glimpsing movement at the other end of the corridor, Lev lets up counter-hassling the bahamulets and waves his stick in the air like a semaphore flag.
"Oy! Over here! Help?"