NEW YORK CITY HOTEL BLUES | open, joining

[babyface]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]A low whistle rang through the city. The whistler pursed his lips and crossed his arms, head tilted to the side as he took in the sights. It certainly was... interesting. It was nice, considering the current state of the world. Still, Archie took pleasure in the finer things in life, like Rococo style decor, enjoying a warm cup of coffee, finding a lover in a friend, things of the like. As decrepit as this city was, there were signs of life. He'd been on his own for a long, he forgot what it was like to be around people.

The prospect of living with others caused his heart to swell. Other people to talk to, to connect with, to be open with. The idea was tantalizing. He couldn't remember what it was like to hold a conversation with someone, to have someone bask in his glory. Man, he was jealous of other people meeting him and talking to him. Clearing his throat, he stood on his toes, glancing around. "Hello?" He called out, hoping someone would come over.

[WOLF BITE]

[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]The whistle was easily detected, considering that the city was often quiet. Birds arrived from time to time, but they appeared to have other nice settlements to visit. He often fed them whatever seeds he could spare- they won't be missed. Wolfbite approached the feminine male, looking him over, eyes scanning him from head to toe. "How may I help you?" he asked softly, deciding that this man wouldn't pose much of a threat. He didn't seem likely to be hostile- he was looking for company it seemed so, he hoped his assumption was correct.

[babyface]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]Soon enough, there was someone. Archie felt his heart thump against his ribcage. It had been so long since he had seen another person, to be in someone else's presence was... electrifying. He blinked chocolate eyes a few times, a little taken aback. He quickly regained his composure, though, and smiled lightly. "Bonjour." He said, accent thick. "Ah, I was looking for a place to stay. I've been on my own for awhile now, and I was hoping you were taking in others...?" English wasn't his first language, however he spoke it fairly well. But being by himself and not speaking English to others, he was a little rusty.

[COSMO]

The whistling was strange, but this was a strange place. The boy noticed Wolfbite going to check it out, and decided to follow behind the leader. He looked at the stranger critically, but softened up as he noticed they both shared a more feminine figure.

"I believe we're taking in new people, we just have to confiscate any weapons you might have beforehand." Cosmo spoke, his voice rough. He didn't talk much, preferring to communicate using other methods. "We're called the Northstar District, I'm Cosmo and that's our leader, Wolfbite." Cosmo introduced both of them while motioning to the older man.

[abbr=Goes by Cosmo ;; he/him ;; short brown hair with flecks of natural red ;; 17y ;; skilled in basic first aid ;; no weapon preference ;; adopted by Ev]anger was better than everything else you gave me[/abbr]

[babyface]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]Archie sniffed a little as he saw the sudden change in Cosmo's demeanor after scanning him. He instinctively crossed his arms over his chest, hugging his binder closer to his body. He was self-conscious about his gender identity and how he presented, mostly because of a hard past. Even if that was all behind him now, the years of trauma stemmed deep, inner hatred and doubt.

As Cosmo told him they would be taking his weapons, his hands fell at his sides and he quirked a brow. He reached into his shoulder bag and rusted through it, grabbing a dagger. He didn't really know how to use it - it was mostly for show, giving the aesthetic of the rainbow blade - but it was still nice to have around. He warily set it on the ground, kicking it over. He understood taking preventative measures, just hoped they weren't using this opportunity to, you know, kill him.

"Archibald Lafayette Jacques, at your service." He introduced, producing a regal bow. "It's certainly nice to see others. I've been my own for too long." He admitted with a forced smile. Nice was an understatement. He spent years thinking he was the only man on the face of this planet, however unlikely that possibility was.

[spoiler=DOWN, DOWN, DOWN | tags]NAME: archibald lafayette jacques
NICKNAME: archie, arch, laf
AGE: 26 years
GENDER: trans man
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
SEXUALITY: homosexual homoromantic
DATE OF BIRTH: february 17th
NATIONALITY: french african
RELIGION: agnostic
ALLIANCE: northstar district
OCCUPATION: trader

HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 6'1", 160lbs
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: brown skin, brown eyes, locs, nose, ear, and cartilage piercings, facial hair.
HEALTH: physically very healthy
FACECLAIM: harry samba

LEVEL OF INELEGANCE: average intelligence
MBTI TYPE: wip
POSITIVE TRAITS: sociable, charming, charismatic, confident, eloquent,
NEUTRAL TRAITS: absentminded, formal, idiosyncratic, unsentimental
NEGATIVE TRAITS: arrogant, posh, conceited, callous, egocentric, extravagant, fanciful, obnoxious, narcissistic
MENTAL ILLNESSES: not specified
GOALS AND BELIEFS: no long term goals, just survive
TV TROPES: wip

HISTORY: wip
FEARS: being forgotten, being alone, wip
MOTIVES: motivates himself

[WOLF BITE]

[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]Impressive. The kid was doing quite well with greeting strangers, he noticed. He learned quite quickly and he admired that, maybe he'd train him sometime, see what he could do with a weapon or just his hands. He needed everyone to know how to defend themselves, he didn't need another kidnapping. His head dipped as Cosmo introduced him, eyeing Archibald as he self-consciously crossed his arms. Possibly hiding something? Or perhaps, he was nervous to be around two other men who looked threatening- mostly on his own part. Bending down, he reached for the rainbow dagger, eyeing it for a few moments and flickering his chocolate gaze toward the feminine man. "Welcome to Northstar District, Archibald. You can pick your own apartment if you'd like."