Restless green eyes. (For Roku...<3)

[Fable]

This is a planned NekoxHuman roleplay with my worst enemy and hated rival Rokusasu. :3
A twist on the usual (Boring) sweet Neko becomes the pet of a pervy human plot, this roleplay will feature a tough, no nonsense, and occasionally predatorial and frisky Neko seme. ^_____^
We are currently a private roleplay, but hell, if you have a really interesting pitch and can write for more than two sentences a post, I'm sure we'd consider sharing. :D
Still in it's embryonic stages, but alas! Here is my character bio.

Name: Fable. Just Fable. He was never given a second name due to having no parents.

Age:23

Occupation: Genetically engineered for the sole purpose of appeasing human masters.
Be that in caretaking, bodyguarding, or maid duties, Fable has little to no choice over where he is sent, although the pay is good and the opportunity to work away from home gives him time to see plenty of new places. Thus he finds it a satisfactory life.

Personality: Fable is a well dressed, intelligent, and shy individual and thus he well suited to his job. Occasionally quite cold and to the point, he is secretly quite flirty and excitable.
Unfortunately he tends to get a bit pompous and possessive with some clients, and while he tries to remain professional sometimes his mask slips.
He quite dislikes (and is ashamed of) being a neko, and thus tries to deny his nature as one and hides his ears/tail as much as possible.

Appearance: Tall, and dark haired, with piercing green eyes. Slim but with muscle tones and a slight tan.
He keeps his tail in place and out of sight with a special belt, so as to keep it it out of the way of work and his clients, even at some discomfort to himself.
Both his tail and ears are of a midnight black colour with a purple, silky sheen.

[Rokusasu]

An excellent intro Jack, and yes you're correct, I wouldn't mind sharing. As for our plot, we still have to decide that. =/ If we felt rather lazy, we could just have Fable "Delivered", or if a more creative approach was of interest to you, I'd be glad to make a plot on how they meet, are related in the story, and how Fable ends up taking my character as his new client. :3


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Character Sheet
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Name: Dylan Sinclair

Age: 20

Occupation: Dylan has two occupations, one is being a student at a local University, and the second is working at a bookstore for some extra cash to pay for school.

Likes: There are many things that this redhead enjoys, one being books. He enjoys curling up in a nice couch, reading a novel or play beside a fire. The boy has a decent sized study in his home, filled with an assortment of books. Dylan also has a weakness for sweet things; chocolate, candy, and ice cream are all sorts of things that he enjoys eating. The male finds nice, warm baths are the best thing to comfort him when he's feeling down.

Dislikes: There are a few things that get under Dylan's skin, and one of them are loud noises. He's always had sensitive ears, so it irritates him when things are too loud. He's also not a morning person, so if anyone lived with him, they should expect quite a grouch in the first morning hours this boy is awake.

Personality: Dylan has a tolerable personality, as he can be friendly and sweet at times, but if he doesn't like you, the boy doesn't hesitate to show it. Known to be a "snide little bitch" by one of his exes, the boy can be known for quite the attitude problem if he gets into fights. Also known for being a flirt, despite being gay the boy can still attract men and women alike, even at his job! Perhaps that's why his boss favors him so much, for all the added traffic in her store! Dylan really does care about those close to him though, and can act shy and sweet with those that he cares about.

Bio: Dylan was born to a semi-wealthy family, who's father was famous as a celebrity chef, and his mother was a marketing executive. Of course, they would've had more money, but his mother was a terrible spendthrift. Also, she seemed to have another bad quality... She enjoyed sleeping with total strangers. So, after the obvious divorce with his wife, Dylan's father moved with him to another part of the country, and began life anew. As he got older, and entered college, his father was well off enough to grant him a small house, and paid for part of his college tuition. He now lives alone, trying to make enough money to pay for the house and work his way through college.

Position: (I'm...Not actually sure what I feel like doing with him at the moment. For now, this will be his "Position.") Dylan will be an uke, but not always stuck to one particular "Genre" of uke. He can be quite the defiant little brat, even trying to (Unsuccessfully) top his seme. Still, at other times, he can be a sweet, submissive, ball of puddy in his seme's hands. Other times still, he can also be quite the horny slut, begging for all sorts of hawt secks. XD

Appearance: Dylan is an attractive male, with clear, soft skin, shining blue-grey eyes, and sharp red hair. Both ears are pierced, and he had a rather bad habit he was trying desperately to break. He smokes. Still, he's stopped for now, even if it made him a bit irritable.

Picture:
http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t212/ChibiYaoiMistress/Anime%20and%20Manga%20Ukes/ch_01_gekka_joujin_p003.jpg
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Plot
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(I'll leave this empty until we decide, either here or PM/VM. I hope we pick something we can both enjoy Jack~! And I hope you like Dylan too! =^__^= )

[Rokusasu]

(Bump~ Do me a huge favor? If you wouldn't mind doing the opening post so that you can introduce Fable's plot in being chosen to work for someone, and then I can post and so on. ♥)

[Fable]

*IN PROGRESS*

Fable groaned as he arrived at the city centre. Crossing a heavily populated street lined with travellers, beggars and miscreants, he took a few small detours to avoid the crowd picking his way through side streets and empty squares.
It wasn't long before he came to a huge, red bricked and sooty building, that loomed over the horizon as if to block out his view of all else.
Whether he liked it or not, today was likely the most important day of his life.
The day he, along with dozens of others, would be given a job to see him through life and work him to death.

He wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion. Coming from a simple background, he had never had much in the way of clothing, a few bland outfits, two pairs of worn shoes and a cloth cap. Nothing particularly fancy, but at least he was healthy and clean.
His hair had been preened to perfection, washed with the foamiest soap he could steal and then fluffed extensively with his own saliva and a free hand in the hope that his well kept appearance might secure him a better job.
Blegh. It did have its downsides though. He could still taste the soap.
Taking a few moments to glare at the building in the vain hope that it might just give up and vanish, he eventually admitted defeat and made his way inside.
What met him was chaos. People everywhere, travelling in every direction, down narrow, beaten corridors and through tiny doors straining under the magnitude of people.
He stood solemnly at the administration office, right before a rowdy and enormous queue, looking about him impatiently.
He noticed a few people staring at him, the usual.
With a scowl he pulled his hat down as low as possible and waited for his fate.
The attendant, a small balding human, stood behind a glass pane and called out numbers with an angry expression, as if furious that this task had fallen to him.
Everytime he bellowed a series of digits Fable jumped, as if readying himself for an unknown enemy. Yet still there was nothing.
Everytime a number was called the crowd would tense, looking at each other and mouthing 'me?' with fear and excitement.
Usually quite proud of his height, as rarity among his kind, Fable suddenly felt very self conscious and large. He tried to move to a quieter spot in the shadows, but still he kept a watchful eye and a wary ear on the proceedings.
Another group was called forward, followed by a series of excited and dismayed shrieks.
The decision of the board was always final. You took the job given to your name and you worked it the rest of your life.

[Fable]

"Watercloset technician!?" Fable yelled exasperatedly, holding up a small square of paper in one hand and an envelope in the other.
He wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, so he just settled for utter rage.
The man behind the counter looked at him with nothing but contempt and simply shook his head.
"All decisions are final." he said gruffly, and then he turned to the next person in the line, and that was that.
No manner of shouting or debating could make him spend another second of his time doing anything other than his job.
Fable felt his tail go stiff with frustration, which quickly turned to hopelessness.
He had to accept it. He had gotten the most miserable and unimaginative job possible, and he was going to be stuck with it for a very long time.

He found a quiet spot and sat to mull it over, counting the cracks in the tiles beneath him as he did.
He was about to get up and leave when something caught his eye.
A feline, about his height, well dressed and walking in a proud manner. He passed Fable, and without even so much as standing in the queue approached the counter.
'He must be one of the rich ones' thought Fable bitterly.
He watched with jealously as the newcomer handed a stack of crisp notes to the man behind the counter, and then once he had received an gold envelope with his name (Not even a number!) on it, he turned and left, pushing his way through the queue.
It was then that a sudden, brilliant, and very reckless idea came to Fable.
He rose to his feet silently, and without a second thought he began to follow the stranger.

[Rokusasu]

(Devious. I can picture Fable's sly smirk as he tails him Solid Snake style. I giggled at the WC job.)

As the clouds slowly began to cover the sky, the warm Sun began to fade away. On this cloudy afternoon, Dylan had been lucky enough to have the day off. The young man had loafed about the entire morning. His nose buried in a book, carefully reading his school work and taking breaks to relax on the plush couch in his study.

The red haired boy went to his kitchen to get some lunch, when he remembered he had no milk. How could he possibly eat the perfecly good sandwich he had prepared without any milk?!

Honestly, it was unacceptable. "Tch..." The male scowled in frustration, and put his fingers to his mouth. Ohh wait. He had quit smoking, but the habit of taking a quick smoke to calm him down remained. Annoyed, Dylan left his sandwich on the counter, and left the house for the dairy product.

(Sorry for the delay!)

[Fable]

Fable held back the urge to grin like a madman.
This was too easy.
He'd always been a hunter of course, instinct and genetics had given him enough patience and skill to stalk a prey without making himself known. However this wasn't something he did often, it was just a huge impulse.
He followed the man through a crowd of chattering women, discussing their new jobs with glee, and then down a set of ornate yet very worn stairs.
The man, whoever he was, still hadn't noticed he was being followed.
He supposed that he was so rich, so self important, that his surroundings were barely given much thought in his grand scheme.
The man stopped and Fable froze, trying to look casual as he looked down at his induction slip, still watching out of the corner of his eye.

He watched as the man paused at the exit, and then as if a thought had just occurred to him, he turned back and entered a small telephone booth that stood at the corner of the room.
Fable smirked slyly to himself.
'Perfect!' he thought happily.
Not only had he entered a small and enclosed space, he would now have his back turned.
Checking to make sure there was nobody around, Fable approached the booth.
Opening the door quietly he cautiously tapped the man on the back.
"Hey. Mate?" he said in rather neural voice.
As the man turned mid-conversation to see who was interrupting him, Fable threw one of his heaviest punches at the side of his head.
It worked a treat.
The man stumbled, and his head collided with the thick glass, causing him to slump to the ground in a heap.
Fable give him a quick kick to make sure he was down, and then he stopped to retrieve the envelope from the man's hand.
This was the moment of truth. He prised open the envelope and pulled out the letter, scanning it anxiously.
'Yes!' he whispered excitedly.
The actual induction letter inside was blank.
As he had suspected, the rich man had bought this illegally, a service which required a certain anonymity.

[Fable]

For a hefty price you could order any job, fill in your own details and yet still evade the register, effectively allowing you to break the rules of employment and change your job whenever you liked.
This meant he would be able to pass through the system with ease.
A bit of politeness, a fake id easily picked up from the black market and a something nice to wear and he'd easily pass for a better man.
He got up to leave, ever so pleased with himself, when he decided he could use a whiskey too.

He stooped once more and deprived the unconscious man of his wallet, and the hat he'd been wearing.
'Well.' thought Fable 'It's not like he should be carrying so much money in a busy street. Hell. He'll have bought himself a new job, a new wallet and a new suit just to recover come tomorrow!'
He clicked his tongue and gently shut the door after him, confident that somehow, things would work out.

[Rokusasu]

One would think that going to get a carton of milk would be a simple, insignificant task. On any other day, that would be true. However, it seemed there was one problem after another. He watched as an ambulance rushed past, sirens blasting, on its way to aid some poor chap who had been robbed and knocked out cold.

A cheery tone began to ring from Dylan's coat pocket, and the male recognised the song. This one was chosen as his father's. "Dad?" The youth curiously asked, resulting in laughter from the other end of the phone. His father explained how there had been some...problems and wanted to make sure his boy would be safe. Apparently, Dylan's father had pissed off the wrong people, but he had submitted a request to have a bodyguard to protect Dylan, until things blew over. With a soft sigh, the redhead made his way home, milk in hand.

[Fable]

Fable smirked to himself contentedly, he really did feel like the cat that got the cream.
Actually that wasn't a bad idea. He needed to get some cream.

Having managed to secure a half decent bank account under his false identity, Fable was enjoying the advance payments for the bodyguard and nanny duties he would supposedly have to perform, but he wasn't thinking about that right now.

Leaving the port with his cap pulled down low and his tail tucked away neatly, he made his way to the nearest ice cream parlour and bought himself a double chocolate ice cream, careful to steal an extra topping and a rather shiny ice cream scoop.
Satisfied, he followed the directions kindly written out for him by the attractive lady he'd been sat next to on the plane. She had also scribbled a number at the bottom of the page but Fable didn't even have a phone... Perhaps he'd steal one soon.

After hopping off a rusty old bus that he'd feared would fall apart at any minute, he found himself a few streets away from his destination.
He took a few moments to survey his surroundings and work out which direction to take.
This was quite a nice looking area, probably expensive, undoubtedly snooty. This wasn't the sort of place he'd usually be welcomed to, and he instantly felt out of place and insecure.
What kind of person had he been assigned to? What would he have to deal with? Would it even be worth the money?
He shrugged the worries off and submitted himself to fate. At any rate, wherever he was going would be warmer than out here...

[Rokusasu]

The red haired youth let a smile grace his lips, actually content on how things had worked out. His father was safe for now, and he would be able to soon return to his studies. Dylan didn't exactly mind the solitude his home gave him, but there were moments the male would feel a touch lonely. With a carton of milk in hand, he made his way home by foot. Ah! He couldn't forget that wonderful sandwich he had made, waiting patiently just for him in the fridge. Dylan chuckled softly at being amused at such a simple prospect.

He turned a corner, only a few blocks from his slightly less than humble abode. At this pace, he could be back in a few minutes! The warm fireplace, a nice meal, and a good book would complete this lazy day. Simply splendid. Little did the male realize, but it seemed this day would not exactly be as mundane and regular as he would expect.

Still oblivious to his surroundings, the ditsy boy crossed the street, just as traffic began. Safely making his way across, Dylan turned a corner, humming softly as he made his way home.

[Fable]

Staring at the house he was assigned to, or rather the house that 'Gregory Thompson' was assigned to, Fable paused suddenly frozen by anxiety.

He had no idea what the inhabitants of the house were like, or how they would treat him. He'd heard horror stories of Feline's being beaten and even murdered, and they seemed very real now.

All he knew was that the Father of the house had assigned him as some sort of bizarre nanny/bodyguard to his son. That in itself suggested a family with a turbulent history and more money than sense.

In the end the cold got the better of him, and he shrugged his shoulders heavily.
'To hell with it. it's time I did a bit of recon" he muttered to himself.



He approached the front door and knocked it sharply, before pressing his ear to the door.
Nothing.


He tried once more, and then again, but there was no response, not even a flicker of sound.


He smirked to himself delightedly. Nobody home.

Leaning back slightly he raised a fist and swiftly punched through the window. Wincing at the pain he fumbled about and found the lock on the other side of the door, and after a brief fiddle he had it open.
Nothing he hadn't done before.

Once inside he shut the door behind him and tossed off his coat, deciding to leave his hat on lest he ran into any humans.

The size of the house was staggering, and the decor was finer than any he'd ever seen back home. He spent the next five or ten minutes
just exploring, rummaging through cupboards and jumping on beds that could fit four people.
Lying in a room with a particularly comfy bed, he almost fell asleep.
He started to wonder what kind of a person could sleep in such a cosy bed and yet still cause trouble for people.
Perhaps everything would work out in the end...

However his thoughts were soon interrupted by a sudden pang of hunger. How long was it since he'd eaten? He'd been so tired that he hadn't noticed that he was hungry enough to mewling.
'Well... This house is bound to have a lot of fancy food' he mused.
Rolling off the bed reluctantly he ran downstairs taking three steps at a time. He soon found the kitchen, a place roughly the size of the house he had grew up in.

He stood frozen in awe for a brief moment, but within seconds he had sprang into life and began to raid the fridge and cupboards.

"Holy crap!" he found himself saying out loud. "They have fish! and MILK! At the same time!"

[Rokusasu]

(I...simply love him xD!)

The young male was on his last block home, and soon he could finally retire to a sleepy and relaxing morning. Already his body seemed to relax and a comfortable smile eased its way across his face. He didn't exactly love the idea of having a bodyguard, but by this point in time, refusal was out of the question. As he made his way around the corner, Dylan's hands leisurely rummaged through his pocket, and with a soft jingle he picked out his keys. Slowly fumbling through the ring, he found the silver bauble that would grant himself entrance to his 'Humble abode." The redhead reached for the handle, and began to unlock his door when he realized the door was already unlocked. "Man, I'm so out of it today..." He mumbled, quietly scolding himself. He was glad the neighborhood he lived in was reputable enough.

The oblivious human hadn't even seen the broken window yet.
Closing the door, Dylan made his way to the nearby coat rack, when he spotted another jacket brazenly tossed onto the floor. ...There was no way that was his. His confusion began to turn into slight fear, and silently began to tip-toe into his home. Was he alone? Dylan rushed up the stairs, and into his bedroom. All his valuables were still there, the only thing disheveled was his bed, and he had a habit of not making it once he woke up. Everything seemed normal.

There was no real evidence of a robbery. Perhaps one of his friends had left their jacket here by mistake. The boy began to rationalize as best he could, try to find some answer to calm his mind. With a soft sigh, be began his descent to the living room, and then into the kitchen. "At least now I ca-" He froze, seeing at first a silhouette and then the full body image of a strange man, inside his kitchen, and to his horror, the man was eating HIS sandwich! "Intruder!" The boy shouted, grabbing the nearest kitchen utensil he could find and tried his best to make use of it as a weapon. "Who the hell are you!? What are you doing in my house!? WHY are you eating MY food!!?" He shouted, questioning this mysterious trespasser, all the while having a look of both confusion and slight fear on his features.
(I hope that makes up for the wait! <3 I can't wait to continue this with you! ^.^)