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Claude Barker

"Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow."

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a character in “Give Me Your Love”, originally authored by ibecameinsane, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Do not pity the dead. Pity the living,
and above all, those who live without love."






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Name:
Claude Barker of Canterbury

Nickname:
"We are all so much more complicated than our names." Because Claude has lived such a long life, he has taken on many personas in order to deceive his charge and ensure that they find their true love. Those who are fortunate enough to know him by his birth given name (i.e. the Archers under his supervision) do not see a purpose in shortening his name further.


Role:
Leader of the Archers

Age:
"I have lived long enough to have seen two millennia. I have fought in many wars alongside the men of my charge. I have watched those I care for the most grow old and die while I remain immortal, wearing the face of a young man. I am nearly as old as humanity itself. For these reasons alone you will show me some respect." Claude is just over one thousand and twenty-three years old, but his physical appearance will always be that of a twenty-seven year old.


Sexuality:
Claude remains Asexual to this day. He has seen love take on many forms and over the years he has become indifferent towards sexual orientation. Because of his immortality he will not put himself through the torment of watching someone he loves die unnecessarily. Though, it is said that he remains asexual because he has yet to find someone to change his mind.





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Hair Color:
Dark chestnut brown with natural brown highlights and auburn lowlights.

Eye Color:
His eyes appear to be the color of turquoise in artificial light, in the sun's natural rays they are iridescent, revealing every color imaginable in the spectrum, almost ethereal in their visceral range of color.


Height:
6'2

Weight:
150 lbs

Tattoos:
He doesn't have any, nor does he ever intend to get one.

Character Color:
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Description: Claude has a sauve appeal that most women find very charming. With his alabaster skin and aquamarine eyes, he has that vaguely tubercular romantic beauty that tends to cause women with PHDs in Comparative Literature to inwardly swoon whenever they hear his deep, sultry baritone voice. He possesses the poise of a man whom should be admired with the highest respects and the lithe, skillful hands of an artisan. His cupid's bow mouth is only outmatched by his sharp, visceral facial structure.





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"Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop."
- H.L. Mencken





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Likes:

Somewhere along his abnormal lifespan, he's taken up the violin and the classic piano. He enjoys composing and playing for the enjoyment of others almost as much as his occupation, and you'll often find him doing just that in the privacy of his chambers. He will play upon request, but only for a majority of four people at one time. He enjoys waking up before dawn because the majesty of a sunrise will never cease to captivate him. He loves literature and is fascinated by the expansion and advancement of it since the tenth century; he often likes to sit down with a leather bound classic and just read by the fire. Nothing compares to a stroll through a deciduous forest in the middle of autumn, in his opinion. And, almost stereotypically British, he loves a good cup of tea.


Dislikes:

He finds pop music grating to the ear. Pop culture seems to puzzle him completely because he's still trying to affiliate himself with the fast paced changing society. He also has a strong distaste for the teen romance novels of today—finding them an insult to good literature. That being said, there are a few good novels out there; the same goes with music. Songs and books without any distinguishable plot or writing style tend to be a turnoff for him. Above all things, Claude despises the heedless misdeeds of a Siren.


Fears:

Being as old as Claude makes you accustomed to all types of tragedies, horrors, and apprehensions of the world. He's become accustomed to humanity's heedless anger and incompetence but it never ceases to surprise him. He does not fear death as he has seen in in many forms. However, as he becomes more fond of his charges you'll find that he fears for their safety and well being—as mild as that fear may be. The only known anxiety Claude happens to portray is his fear of the unknown and unwillingness to change. If he's comfortable with a routine he'll do anything he can to obtain it; his current state of being included. He doesn't want to accept the offer to pass on because he doesn't know what awaits him there. The uncertainty of where his soul will end up if he 'dies' plagues him. almost scares him. It's majorly the cause as to why he's refused the offer to pass on so many times.


Dreams:

Claude does not dream. He knows nothing except for his line of work and his only aspirations seem to be finding his charge a true love and grant them a life of happiness. He does not wish to die, nor does he want to find love of his own.


Secrets:

Claude is not afraid to get blood on his hands. This mild savagery has led to the death of a handful of Sirens who had the audacity to seduce and harm the humans in his charge. He hides this brutality from Cupid in fear that the deity mind abolish him from history. If he had it his way, he would do everything in his power to exterminate every Siren in existence—if only to stop their tyranny. In truth he loves what he's been chosen to do, and he often considers himself 'married to his work'. He is the only Archer to have ever turned down freedom after a successful union, and he has no inclination to ever cease his line of work. There is one secret, however, that Claude intends to keep for as long as he can; that secret being that he raised Iyla's child from the moment she became an Archer. Because an Archer must abandon the children of their own loins to care for the children they are assigned, Claude took the liberty of insuring the little girl's survival. He feels guilty for not having told her all this time, and for raising her little girl when she couldn't.





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"Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you."
- Loretta Young





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| Personality |

There are many aspects to Claude's personality. As a human he was a hard working young man with a heart of gold. He did everything in his power to care for his family, and even worked the fields in his beginning stages of sickness. This generosity seemed to follow him throughout his long existence, even as the cruelty of man seemed to put a damper on his compassion. Having such a long, fulfilling life has given him the opportunity to see the world through it’s high and low points but it never ceases to amaze him. He is often confused by the finer details of human interaction and is blind to social norms. His unbiased curiosity has made him increasingly wise as time goes by, opening his eyes to new creations and astounding possibilities. He exists in and out of time, being an almost omniscient role model to his charges—however naive he is about the way society acts today. Claude is merciful in character, except when you harm on of his Archers or his human charge. He is a man of strong moral principle and his leadership is unparalleled to even that of Alexander the Great. He is not one to let emotions get in the way when it will impair his judgment, but he has a weakness for those whom he considers his friends. On one hand he is this stoic, straight-laced authority who remains unwavering in the old ways and doesn't tolerate weakness. His overbearing intelligence and need to correct others is almost bothersome enough for him to be secluded from social interaction but the benefits of being his friend outweighs the bad. He also possesses an almost dark sense of humor that, although hilarious, is sometimes inappropriate in nature. He sees himself as a realist, and doesn't sugar coat much of anything—nor does he take the time to spare anyone's feelings. On the other, he's this effervescent, caring individual whom you can always place your trust and know that he'll be there to support you. The more you get to know him, the more you see this vivacious persona and few prefer him how he initially seems. The face he puts on for those he doesn't know and for those he considers his enemy is one of an impassive and brusque leader. He is merciless towards his foes, and will not think twice in ending a Siren's existence.





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"The giving of love is an education in itself."
- Eleanor Roosevelt





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| History |

| Place of Origin |

Canterbury, England || 14th of February, 990

Claude was one of the first Archers Cupid ever chose, and his first ever success. He was born in the small English village of Canterbury following the death of the Archbishop. Seeing as he was born on the pre-determined day of match-making, Cupid saw him as an excellent apprentice. Claude's life was not long by any means, but considerably longer than most in his day and age. He died at the tender age of sixteen from Yellow Fever. After training with Cupid for nearly five decades, Claude was given his first charge. His name was William Rufus II and he proved to be a troublesome charge indeed. The man was well hated over the course of his lifetime, despite Claude's influence on him in his early life. William died in the New Forest before ever finding true love, though he did have a wife and many children. Claude did not let that deter him, however, and immediately requested another charge. This one proved to be more effective, just a nameless farm boy whom Claude helped find the love of his life. Cupid was proud of Claude's progress and efficiency and offered Claude his freedom. However, young Claude politely refused the offer, and it was that commitment to his work that led to Cupid's decision in making him the Leader of the Archers. From that day forward, Claude succeeded to fulfill his duty, never revealing his true identity or his abilities to any of his charges. His efforts were not always successful. Quite often, Sirens would seek to corrupt the humans under his supervision. Some of them were victorious; this led to the untimely death of the humans involved. Being a man of vengeful intent, Claude sought to it that the Siren responsible wouldn't live to see another day. This ruthless brutality was kept hidden from Cupid, lest he punish Claude by eradicating him. Claude cannot count on two hands how many humans were placed in his charge, but he can faithfully recount that only a few have ever meant something to him. Because of the threat of extermination once his abilities are revealed, Claude makes it his prerogative to distance himself as much as he can without putting the human in jeopardy. He doesn't allow himself to feel sentimental attachment to them, and only a few have left that mark. Even those who he felt close to never stemmed from romantic connection; he saw them merely as his children, if anything else. In Cupid's absence, Claude takes on the role as trainer for new Archers, teaching them how he was taught even though Cupid as adjusted his training methods with time. He seems to have grown found of a few operatives, even considering some as close friends. This being said, he holds no other Archer to a higher esteem than Iyla Noor. She was the first ever Archer he had taken under his wing and his last. He watched her during her last month of life alongside Cupid, kindly requesting that he take her on as his apprentice. Cupid agreed wholeheartedly, almost insisting upon it, and Claude watched over her until her day of reckoning. When the moment came for her to die, Claude watched her give birth to her first born child, appearing to her as she slipped in and out of consciousness during labor. When she died he waited for everyone to clear the room before resurrecting her, offering her the opportunity to help others find love when that liberty was so ruthlessly stripped from her. She agreed and from then on he took her on as his pupil, teaching her everything he knew: different languages, cultures, literature, art, and even how to play the piano. They became close in bond, seeing each other as devoted friends. He did not train her in the ways of the Archer, however—leaving that honor to Cupid himself. Instead he spent the time Iyla was away training to check on his new charge, Iyla's daughter Leena. He kept an eye on the orphaned child, introducing himself to the child as her imaginary friend—or rather, a figment of her imagination—instead of an agent of Cupid. He never revealed his abilities to her, nor did he address the fact that he never aged alongside her. Over time, he grew attached to Leena, just as he grew fond of Iyla. He made sure that Leena lived a long and happy life, even remaining at her side as she took her last breath of old age. He never told this to Iyla. His reasoning behind having kept it a secret is a mystery, even to himself. Nevertheless, Claude remains 'married to his work' and it is highly unlikely in the foreseeable future that he will give up his power for a mate or to simply end his immortal life.







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Proud of You || 10 Years

Shadows set mood.
Innocence left the room.
And all I know to do.
Is shed a tear for you.

Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Please don't be ashamed whether you win or lose.
I just want you to know that I'm proud of you.
Don't be afraid when your fight is through.
I just need you to know that I'm here with you.

I can't watch you choose.
To pour salt in your wounds.
Now all I know to do.
Is say a prayer for you.

Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Please don't be ashamed whether you win or lose.
I just want you to know that I'm proud of you.
Don't be afraid when your fight is through.
I just need you to know that I'm here with you.






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| OOC |

Hey! I'm ibecameinsane. My favorite kind of roleplay could fall into any genre so long as it's suspenseful with a good plot concept and complex characters.
And yes, we have RPed together. You joined an RP of mine.

How often can you get online? Everyday
How often can we expect you to be able to post? Everyday

So begins...

Claude Barker's Story

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Time: 11:15 AM
Date: 18 September 2013
Location: Manhattan, New York






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Time: 6:45 AM



Speckles of extravagant ambers and crimsons painted the dark azure sky. From his back patio, Claude watched the serene magnificence of a simple sunrise as he did every morning. The tepid cup of Earl Grey in his hand shrouded him with a sense of calm as the crisp air of the oncoming fall engulfed him in its temperate vigor. The horizon was no longer dotted with dinky crayon colors, but colors of unexplainable grandeur that have no known name. When the sun rose, he found himself once again in awe. He has seen almost one million sunrises just like this one, however it did not deter him. There was a simple elegance to the start of another day that even Claude couldn't comprehend, not that he tried to understand. He finished his tea in comfortable silence, an ambiance of heavy morning traffic overlapping nature's call. It had taken him a while to get used to the hustle and bustle of New York when he become so accustomed to the quiet majesty of a simple farm life. Now he cannot see living anywhere else. Then again, he did have a little over a century to adjust to it.

At the sudden vibration of his cell-phone, Claude placed the empty mug on the patio railing. It was a text message, a simple request to 'Call me' in the event that he was awake. He shook his head, having checked the identity of whom the message had been sent. It was Cupid, the only man who knew Claude better than himself. Of course he knows I'm awake, Claude mused as he dialed the number of his mentor. The phone rang only once before he heard a chipper voice against his ear.

"Claude my boy!" Cupid greeted, "I didn't interrupt anything, did I?"

"Nothing of import," Claude replied in a somber time.

"Good. Meet me in my apartment. I want to have lunch."

He wouldn't bring up the fact that it was barely breakfast. Instead, Claude responded with a curt, "Alright," before hanging up the phone and sauntering back into his apartment with the mug in his hand. As he made preparations to leave, he made his way to Iyla's bedroom door. Rasping on her door gently, he listened closely to what was on the other side of the door. When he heard no response he gently pushed the door open, peeking inside. She was fast asleep in her bed, huddled up underneath the heavy comforter. He smiled, making his way inside with little to no noise. Claude had no intention of waking her, not this early in the morning. He simply bent down at the waist, kissing the top of her head fondly before taking his leave. He did so every morning before he left, reawakening the sliver of his own grace inside of her with the simple kiss goodbye. With just a simple gesture he could be sure that if she were ever in danger during the expanse of the day, he'd sense it, just because he'd given her his grace.

He left out the back patio door, locking it behind him before he slowly transfigured himself into dark grey vapor. The mist pooled over the edge, slipping between the railings as it crept along the dark brick walls of his building. It was by far, in Claude's opinion, the fastest way to travel.







"Has anyone ever told you that you are absolutely dreadful when it comes to interesting conversation?"

Claude looked over at his mentor from the corner of his eye, watching the deity's psychosomatic limp with an open mouth smile adorned his features. Claude walked with perfect posture with his hands delved into the pockets of his slacks as Cupid slouched forward slightly with one hand on his cane. Despite the taller man's obviously longer stride, the two men walked in step, a symbol of their unspoken connection which had adapted over one thousand years. "Is that so?" Claude chuckled, "Forgive me for wanting to focus more on my job than two elephants fornicating in the distance." He opened the door to the nearest coffee shop, cocking a brow as Cupid paused in front of him.

"It's part of the job, my friend." Claude shook his head as the older man chuckled, walking into the popular coffee franchise with a grin, "In fact, if you want my honest opinion, it's the best part about the job. The art of lovemaking has always been my favorite past time." It was well approaching lunch hour by this time; people packed into the little cafe with full intentions on getting their coffee and leaving before succombing to claustrophobia. Unfortunately for the businessman standing in front of them in the line, he's heard exactly what the God of Love had said. Cupid locked eyes with the young man in front of them and smirked, nudging him playfully, "Am I right? Eh? Eh?"

"Leave that poor man alone," Claude nagged, "Why have you brought me here, anyway?"

"A father can't take his son to enjoy a nice cup of coffee?" To that Claude responded with an incredulous stare, one that always brought a smirk to the God's stubbled face. With a sly finger, Cupid gestured to a young woman with flaming hair at the front of the line, "I'm introducing you to your new charge."

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"Can I get a venti mocha frappuccino with an extra shot of espresso, pretty please?"

"Sure thing, that'll be five, ninety-three." With a nod, Robyn reached into her hoodie, pulling out her wallet, handed six dollars to the cashier, and insisted that she keep the change. The cashier smiled, thanking the fiery headed young woman on the other side of the counter. "What's your name? I'm afraid there's going to be a little bit of a wait."

"Oh! Don't worry about it. Um-..." Robyn sucked in her lips, running through a list of quirky names she could use, seeing as she never gave the people at Starbucks the same name twice. One name rang out above all others, for no discernable reason whatsoever. "Bonnie. My name is Bonnie."

Robyn waited on the sidelines along with several others who had yet to receive their cup of Joe. Seeing as it was lunch hour, she couldn't really hold it against the baristas for her having to wait, so long as they did it right. She remembered fondly coming here with her roommate Eli about a week ago and nearly falling to her knees because the coffee was so delicious. She had immediately turned around claiming she was going to propose to the young man that made it. She had been kidding of course, but the guy was pretty cute. If Eli hadn't been there to pull her away and promise to take her to Mr. Peanut Man, she would've honestly considered it. She was idly scrolling through her Twitter feed when a limping silhouette caught her flittering attention. Robyn glanced up, seeing an older man who was possibly in his late forties struggle to walk through the crowd with his cane. No one seemed to want to budge, which disgusted Robyn. How could people be so rude? Pocketing both her phone and her wallet, she rushed to his side, giving dirty looks to the people who had cast their own cynical stares upon the older man, pushing one of them out of the way. "Hey, do you need help?" she crooned in his ear gently, locking her arm with his.

"Why thank you, sweetheart. That's very kind of you."

"It's nothing." Robyn gave him a gentle smile, walking him over to where she had once stood, pulling up a chair for him so he could take a seat. She sat him down, taking a seat on the floor so he didn't have to look up to talk to her. The way she wrapped her arms around her knees resembled that of a child, as did the grin and overall exuberance in her dark brown eyes. "So did you come here by yourself?"

The older man chuckled, "My dear, are you trying to seduce me?"

Robyn's laugh rang clear in the small coffee shop, "Totally." She responded with a playfully flirtatious wink.

"I couldn't take you on a proper date on good conscience, young lady. I'm much too old for you I'm afraid." He sat back, his mouth falling into an agape smile as a shroud of enlightenment crossed his features. "I'll tell you what. I didn't come here alone. I came with my son. He's just about your age from the looks of it." Robyn followed the man's line of sight as well as the tip of his finger as he pointed to the younger man in a tailcoat currently ordering at the counter . "There he is over there."

She was awestruck at first, her eyes widening comically as her chin dropped. The guy was all tall, dark, and cheekbones. As is common practice with Robyn, she ended up spewing her thoughts out loud before it went through her mental filter, "What does he do, sharpen his cheekbones in his freetime?" Silence fell between her and the older man for a moment and Robyn could've died of embarrassment as realization at what she'd just said fully sank in. Her hands clasped over her mouth as shock and humiliation set in on her face, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry! That was so rude of me. Oh my God, no, he's a very attractive guy. I was just-..." She stammered, dropping her hands to her hoodie, toying with it as she rambled, "What I mean is-....he's, like, seriously the handsomest guy I've ever seen." She practically whimpered in dejection. her face beet red from blushing at a high intensity, " I am so not helping."

"The handsomest, huh?" the man chuckled, before turning his attention to the front of him. "Oh Claude. Excellent timing as always."

Robyn looked up, instantly captured by the multi-colored torrent of oceanic hues staring back at her. "Here's your coffee, father." The young man said, handing the hot cup to the older man, all the while looking at Robyn. She felt herself smile, not so much at the deep resonant voice that oozed sex appeal or the stoic demeanor, but the comforting feeling that followed his attention. She'd never been so attracted to someone one minute just to immediately feel secure. It was strange, something she couldn't shake. And as he spoke again Robyn knew that this man wasn't going to be easily forgotten. "Who is this?"

"This is the sweet young woman that helped me to my seat,"

She was stared down as she stood, seemingly unable to keep herself from smiling in his presence. "So your name's Clyde?"

"Claude," The man corrected.

"Shh-..." She put her finger to his cupid's bow lips, no small feat considering he was about a foot taller than she was. "Let me have this."

"Bonnie?" a barista shouted over the crowd.

"See-..?" Robyn sauntered over to the counter after flashing him a smile, she practically skipped through the crowd, taking a sip after a quick thanks before groaning in appreciation, giving the barista a thumb's up. She meandered back to the tall man named Clyde and his father, "Bonnie. Clyde. Coincidence-..?" She took a sip, stopping right in front of them, looking up at Clyde as if she were a little girl looking up in curiosity at the stars. "I think not." A moment passed between them, Clyde having simply cocked a brow and his father eating it up. Robyn's eyes traveled down the length of Clyde's lanky yet solid frame, impressed with what she saw but pouting when she didn't see a Starbucks cup in his hand. "What? No coffee?"

"I prefer tea," said Clyde.

Robyn lowered the straw from her lips, uttering a muffled, "That just won't do," before she practically shoved the cup in his face, "Try mine."

"No thank you,"

"Oh it's okay, I don't have diseases. I've got papers." She shook it a little, the straw brushing against the man's lips, "I've got a clean bill of health, not even a sniffle. Don't even worry about it. Just try it." Robyn stared up at him with an unwavering gaze, relentless in her silent prodding as the taller man just looked at her. Eventually Clyde relented, closing his lips around the straw and taking a small sip. He mulled over the taste, nodding in approval and Robyn accepted it with a smile though he said nothing. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she could only guess that it was either Eli or Sean telling her to hurry up or they'd all be late for work. "Well I've got to go," This she said as she rifled through her hoodie pocket, sipping on her frappuccino without qualm. She pulled out her fine tip Sharpie pen and grabbed for the man's hand. She laced her fingers with his, ducking around her arm to write her cellphone number on the inside of his wrist. When she finished she smiled, dropping both the pen and his hand before she gave Clyde's father a peck on the cheek. "Nice meeting you Clyde's father," she grinned, making her way out of the shop "Tell your son to call me, okay?" She returned his wave and his friendly smile before she hopped into the backseat of the Camaro. She was still grinning as she plopped down, even as Sean nagged at her for taking so long.

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Today was not a great day for Dominic. He awoke to the noise of the city, something that he should have been accustomed to by now: yet here he was, yelling at the honking car on the street below him to shut up. After getting and returning the finger to some random person, Dominic pulled his window shut and heaved out a sigh. It was too early to be awake, especially for a guy like him: he liked to be awake by roughly noon, while it was still morning. See, Dominic easily adapted to the culture and lifestyle of the people he lived with, which was why he was stuck downtown in a standard appartment instead of Claude in a condo. To Dominic, he liked to keep the illusion that he was just an average joe in the world: it just somehow made his work with his charges easier. He couldn't do the mysterious like Claude, or the caring like Ilya, so he opted to be the normal yet odd goofball type instead. Not that it mattered much to him, he still hated his job, regardless of how much he worked at it some days.

So Dominic got a shower and got out just as fast to stare at himself in the mirror. He wasn't admiring himself, just thinking. His rugged features still looked the same, his dirty blond hair was the same, his stubble half-beard was the same; yet he felt different all the time. Why was he still on this rock of a planet, anyway? He should have been dead years ago, when he finished his first charge. So why hadn't he moved on and been free of a job he hated? Dominic couldn't answer that question honestly - there were too many things that he didn't understand. Like how he hated death, yet also hated his job, which caused his first problem. How he hated the idea of being tied down to another, yet was a closet romantic at the same time. Just who was he? Dominic kept staring at himself, hoping to find an answer, until the steam from the corners of the mirror cleaned up completely. Even then he kept staring at himself with skeptical eyes before shaking his head and muttering a bit before briskly walking out of the washroom.

Getting dressed before grabbing his wallet, phone and keys, Dominic headed towards the door to leave. His first stop? Coffee - sure, he was a kid of England and they drank tea, blah blah blah no. Dominic was no kid of England, he was an adult of nowhere; he had his own tastes, and his own way of life. Granted, his Cornish accent still lingered so he had to tell people that he was from Cornwall, but other than that he kept no ties to his past. Besides, coffee helped him function as a human being in the mornings. So he shut his door behind him and locked it, coffee his clear intention.

In truth, he was quite fortunate. His apartment was near the hear to downtown NYC, where a Starbucks was just on the corner. Sure, he had to deal with crazy drivers honking and screaming 24/7, but it was a minor inconvenience - even if he didn't make it sound like it was. He finally exited through the narrow corridor onto the busy street into the sun, and began his short walk. In truth, it was quite hot for a sweater and pants, but Dominic was a little odd that way. Sure, a few people had tried calling him greasy for it, but he just laughed at their apparent methods to bring him down. Besides, the temperature of the world rarely affected him in a large enough way that he had to care about dressing for the weather. So he finally made it there after a short walk, and turned to enter the cafe.

He watched as a girl with fire red hair exited into a camaro, and continued on unfazed. Life kept going, why should he stop for anybody else? So he got in line and played the waiting game, until he finally got to the front. Of course, the irony was the fact that Cupid and Claude were both there, but Dominic didn't know that: heck, he liked to keep interaction with those two knobs to a minimum on good days. So oblivious to their presence, he got to the front and ordered to a barista with the name Adrienne. She was cute, but he really didn't care much right now: if he was to find Cupid and get his next charge, he needed to be focused. Getting sidetracked just made the annoyance just that much more long.

But he still gave her a smile as he walked up to the counter before speaking. "I'll have a venti mild, nothing in it." Yes, he knew it was weird to ask a Starbucks - famous for their expensive and confusing coffee brands and blends - for a straight black coffee. Thing was, that was his drink of choice. He really didn't need much in it to be happy. Now, granted he did have a second favourite, but that was when he was feeling absolutely fantastic: and the name of said blend was ingrained in his mind, yet was more confusing than ever. If Dominic had to explain, it was a double sugar caramel cappuccino with extra cream, foam and double espresso shot. A mouthful, but delicious all the same - it was like a sugary, caffeinated explosion.

Regardless, he simply waited for the girl to respond by pulling out his wallet and getting ready to go.