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Joseph Hodgeson

"Oh, another one. Great."

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a character in “Hodgeson Manor”, as played by Marzipan

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Full Name: Joseph Hodgeson I
Nickname: "You call me King. Nothing else."
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty one
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5"11'
Race: Nigh Omnipotence
Powers: He has the kind of power to do anything he pleases. However, he has limitations. Plus, he chooses not to use his powers unless it is in great need, Or what he believes is a great need. Sometimes, when he is in a greatly emotional state (angry), he will use his power shamelessly. Afterwards, shut himself in his room and won't speak for an hour.
Skills: Fencing, Archery, He also has a great memory. He has many skills, but these are his favorite.
Weakness(es): His own temper. He hates spiders, and bees. They disgust him. Maybe a female, but it depends on his mood.
Equipment: n/a
Personal Quote: "Do as you wish, but you cannot leave."
Description: He can appear as anyone, but his favorite form is a young male. He has dark, dusty brown hair that is layered short at the bottom and medium length at the top. He keeps it neatly brushed and swept to his right side. His eyes are a caramel brown with golden flecks. His body is squared off and muscular, however he isn't impressive. You can only tell if you try to wrestle him.
Personality: Temperamental, Cold, Brooding(Showing deep unhappiness of thought.), Observant, Contemplates a lot.
History: No one knows anything about him. It almost seems as if he doesn't even remember anything about himself or his past. Or maybe he chooses to leave it behind. He doesn't celebrate his birthday so it is unknown. Ageless.
Anything Else: "Did I mention I have a huge temper?"

So begins...

Joseph Hodgeson's Story

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Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Joseph Hodgeson

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Kisa Alessandra

"My, my, my... I'm not even sure what to say at this point." "Should I even ask for your excuse of doing so?" Kisa Alessandra made a throaty noise that sounded close to a growl and a hmmph sound. "Oh, please, the Mutt had it coming for him." Her voice wasn't nasty or mean, it was soft and tired. Other then that, her face was cleared of any emotions. A sudden feeling of sensational coolness blossomed at the back of her head just as a beep rang out in the kitchen. Allie wasn't startled by the beep but she was startled by something else. -as shoving this girl's arrogance down her throat. It was a familiar voice that said this, but it also wasn't said out loud. She didn't show any sign of hearing this, except for the sudden new gleam in her eyes.

Kisa Alessandra jumped off the counter and pressed a button, turning the oven off and opening it, revealing chocolate chip cookies. She put on some mittens and took out the pan, and laying it on the counter. Allie began to scrap off a badly burnt one with a spatula. "The King deserves... the best, yes?" She mind-spoke to him, amusement filling her thought. Using the spatula she held out the burnt cookie to the King. The look in her blue eyes daring him to take the cookie.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Joseph Hodgeson

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Joseph Hodgeson, The l
"You must call me King."
My Patience: ██████████32%


King's eyes watched Kisa eerily. He once stood by Alistair, however his appearance flickered like an old lightbulb and his body disappeared. To those with bewildered expressions that started to look around, they would find him sitting on the countertop beside Kisa. King inhaled the dry, brittle scent of burnt dough. This pricked his nerve. There was nothing worse than burnt food. As King turned his eyes upon Kisa again, his lips spread into a malicious grin. She got the message. He could feel what she felt, he could see what she saw, hear what she heard. He could feel all the little heartbeats in the room. 'So easily they could all just die...' The golden flecks within his brown eyes began to shimmer. As fast as the effect grew, it stopped abruptly.

This felt uncomfortable. King was disturbed with his great power and forced it to dim down. He caught onto reality and found that the slave was holding out a burnt cookie to him. He went into a silent fit of rage, swatting the cookie and spatula so they fell to the floor and grabbed her chin with one powerful hand. King's whole body shook violently. His mouth opened as if he was trying to eat her soul, but instead all of his teeth grew into long pointed daggers. Damn it all. He forced himself to suck up all the wrath he wanted to dish out so badly, and shut his mouth. Then... King smiled, teeth normal, and his lip twitching.

"Thank you." King speaks slowly, his body ports to the burnt cookie that crumbled all over the floor. The cookie morphed itself back together in his touch and he held it close to his mouth. As his lips parted to bite into the cookie, the cookie blossomed in color. It appeared as if it had never been burnt and was baked perfectly. He took a taste. The cookie had potential. He nodded to the slaves, hiding his embarrassment.

"You're very kind." His teeth grind together and he forces himself to leave the room. He gives a look to Alistair. He was back in charge. No wonder his faithful servant was always in a bad mood.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Joseph Hodgeson

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Joseph Hodgeson, The l
"You must call me King."
My Patience: ██████████32%


King's eyes watched Kisa eerily. He once stood by Alistair, however his appearance flickered like an old lightbulb and his body disappeared. To those with bewildered expressions that started to look around, they would find him sitting on the countertop beside Kisa. King inhaled the dry, brittle scent of burnt dough. This pricked his nerve. There was nothing worse than burnt food. As King turned his eyes upon Kisa again, his lips spread into a malicious grin. She got the message. He could feel what she felt, he could see what she saw, hear what she heard. He could feel all the little heartbeats in the room. 'So easily they could all just die...' The golden flecks within his brown eyes began to shimmer. As fast as the effect grew, it stopped abruptly.

This felt uncomfortable. King was disturbed with his great power and forced it to dim down. He caught onto reality and found that the slave was holding out a burnt cookie to him. He went into a silent fit of rage, swatting the cookie and spatula so they fell to the floor and grabbed her chin with one powerful hand. King's whole body shook violently. His mouth opened as if he was trying to eat her soul, but instead all of his teeth grew into long pointed daggers. Damn it all. He forced himself to suck up all the wrath he wanted to dish out so badly, and shut his mouth. Then... King smiled, teeth normal, and his lip twitching.

"Thank you." King speaks slowly, his body ports to the burnt cookie that crumbled all over the floor. The cookie morphed itself back together in his touch and he held it close to his mouth. As his lips parted to bite into the cookie, the cookie blossomed in color. It appeared as if it had never been burnt and was baked perfectly. He took a taste. The cookie had potential. He nodded to the slaves, hiding his embarrassment.

"You're very kind." His teeth grind together and he forces himself to leave the room. He gives a look to Alistair. He was back in charge. No wonder his faithful servant was always in a bad mood.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Joseph Hodgeson

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Joseph Hodgeson, The l
"You must call me King."
My Patience: ██████████32%


King's eyes watched Kisa eerily. He once stood by Alistair, however his appearance flickered like an old lightbulb and his body disappeared. To those with bewildered expressions that started to look around, they would find him sitting on the countertop beside Kisa. King inhaled the dry, brittle scent of burnt dough. This pricked his nerve. There was nothing worse than burnt food. As King turned his eyes upon Kisa again, his lips spread into a malicious grin. She got the message. He could feel what she felt, he could see what she saw, hear what she heard. He could feel all the little heartbeats in the room. 'So easily they could all just die...' The golden flecks within his brown eyes began to shimmer. As fast as the effect grew, it stopped abruptly.

This felt uncomfortable. King was disturbed with his great power and forced it to dim down. He caught onto reality and found that the slave was holding out a burnt cookie to him. He went into a silent fit of rage, swatting the cookie and spatula so they fell to the floor and grabbed her chin with one powerful hand. King's whole body shook violently. His mouth opened as if he was trying to eat her soul, but instead all of his teeth grew into long pointed daggers. Damn it all. He forced himself to suck up all the wrath he wanted to dish out so badly, and shut his mouth. Then... King smiled, teeth normal, and his lip twitching.

"Thank you." King speaks slowly, his body ports to the burnt cookie that crumbled all over the floor. The cookie morphed itself back together in his touch and he held it close to his mouth. As his lips parted to bite into the cookie, the cookie blossomed in color. It appeared as if it had never been burnt and was baked perfectly. He took a taste. The cookie had potential. He nodded to the slaves, hiding his embarrassment.

"You're very kind." His teeth grind together and he forces himself to leave the room. He gives a look to Alistair. He was back in charge. No wonder his faithful servant was always in a bad mood.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Alexander Dunsil ll Character Portrait: Joseph Hodgeson

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Kisa Alessandra

Kisa Alessandra was seething, as the King had grabbed chin forcefully, and making her eyes meet his. The anger in those eyes made her own anger flare up, growing to match his. She was going to slap when she saw his mouth moving closer, of course, her body somehow told her he was trying to kiss her while her brain was telling her something else. Either way, her instincts told her to duck, to do anything to keep mouth away from her face. When she was about to do a head butt, King smiled and pulled back. "Thank you." Allie almost let out a sigh of relief when she watched King grabbed the fallen burnt cookie and begin to eat it. "You're very kind." She practically heard his teeth grinding out of pure rage. She watched him leave the room.

Alessandra was angry, her blue eyes blazing like comets as she picked up her remaining book and threw it at the door... Well, at least she meant to throw it the closing door, yet the book ended up hitting the man who just came in. She couldn't help it. She ducked her head, flinching as she darted out of the kitchen through the door behind Alistair.

Kisa Alessandra was laughing by the time she was turning the last corner. Unfortunately, she was so busy laughing that she didn't see the other person walking toward her. She collided with her, and felt the pile of clothing the person was holding pile over her head. She blinked her eyes and quickly pulled the sheets off her, only to stare into the female servant... It took her awhile to realize that what she had thought was a Woman had been a man in disguise. She gasped, just as the guy flinched and covered his face again in shadow using his hood. Her brain worked quickly, and from the way he had been turning... He came from her room. Her eyes blazed again, as she launched herself forward, her fist thrown out, aiming for his face.

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