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Ryan O'Maley
Seems like a typical Twenty-one year old irish lad.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Acedude58
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So begins...
Ryan O'Maley's Story
Ryan O'Maley lowered the blade at her honesty, for it seemed like she didn't care, if he had slit her throat at that moment. " Better not be attacking me...would do you well.." He huffed and put the sword into his right hand, as it vanished, seemingly sheathed into mid air. " Your partially right...yet you get stronger, for giving it your all.." He said with another swig of his scotch, the taste lurking on his lips, as he looked at her changed eyes.
Ryan O'Maley nodded at her words, for she was right, he was not part of that demonic family. He came from another, one that only had three in it's species, yet it was now down to merely two left. He blinked as the blade came close to nearly shave some hairs off his throat, yet he didn't try to make a single move, as there was a second blade. " Wouldn't say that..technically.." He chuckled softly as his blade appeared on her other shoulder, blade nearly ready to slice through her neck, edge gleaming with the blue hue. " I just got the hilt...but too shay, shall we call it a draw? No need for spilling blood..with your mission and all.." He said casually, lifting his glass to his lips, and taking another sip.
Ryan O'Maley glared back at the woman, his left brow raising at her own glance, she saw the blade. He actually adored that smirk of her's, it kind of reminded him, of his own. As she withdrew her blades, his seemed to in color, as it slid back into the air. " You've got a point..but I thought you'd see that one coming. We can always settle the score later on, oh, I'm Ryan by the way."
Ryan O'Maley couldn't really indulge in such manifests today, as he passed by the wooden entrance to the elegant place, known to him as Gambit's bar. Though as his furred coat whisked with the ideal current of wind, his mind seemed to bring curiosity, to his mildly uncommon mental fixtures.
He huffed and repeated to himself, the voice holding a deep brew of anger, yet his expression enclosed nothing close to such an emotion. " Reckon...I better have a few...." He argued verbally, for he rarely contained his own voice, since anger was the least of the qualities of the harmony.
He adjusted and opened the bar door with his right hand, the handle appearing to hold something deeper than, merely opening the door. His emerald hues lightened with the sudden urge to enter, something had caught his significant interest, without even witnessing any scenery.
The obvious smirk protruded slightly from his facial expression, as he swung the door open to the diversity, a lovely sight to see multi-races mingling. " I say...the color is still lacking in here.." He grumbled his uncanny words, though they held more truth, if correctly deciphered. He removed the apparently, non-stylish coat, hanging it from the coat rack by the door. Once he stepped among the light, the sly being appeared to be rather muscular, which drew questions about the coat he wore. The sandy blond haired male stood nearly 6'2, devilishly charming features only continued the obvious appearance of a charming Irish lad, yet most couldn't see directly into his pupils.
His shoes thudding against the wooden floor, as he meandered past most of the patron's, taking his patience to a new level with the barkeep. He wished to indulge in something tasty, a liquid that could smoothly remove his thirst, but wondered if he had to claim it for himself as usual.
He huffed and repeated to himself, the voice holding a deep brew of anger, yet his expression enclosed nothing close to such an emotion. " Reckon...I better have a few...." He argued verbally, for he rarely contained his own voice, since anger was the least of the qualities of the harmony.
He adjusted and opened the bar door with his right hand, the handle appearing to hold something deeper than, merely opening the door. His emerald hues lightened with the sudden urge to enter, something had caught his significant interest, without even witnessing any scenery.
The obvious smirk protruded slightly from his facial expression, as he swung the door open to the diversity, a lovely sight to see multi-races mingling. " I say...the color is still lacking in here.." He grumbled his uncanny words, though they held more truth, if correctly deciphered. He removed the apparently, non-stylish coat, hanging it from the coat rack by the door. Once he stepped among the light, the sly being appeared to be rather muscular, which drew questions about the coat he wore. The sandy blond haired male stood nearly 6'2, devilishly charming features only continued the obvious appearance of a charming Irish lad, yet most couldn't see directly into his pupils.
His shoes thudding against the wooden floor, as he meandered past most of the patron's, taking his patience to a new level with the barkeep. He wished to indulge in something tasty, a liquid that could smoothly remove his thirst, but wondered if he had to claim it for himself as usual.
Ryan O'Maley leisurely swayed as his right shoe tapped on the floor, seemingly to a rhythm or song, clearly it was stuck in his head. The male combed his right hand through his short sandy hair, before leaping up onto the counter, swinging his legs oddly as he laid back on the counter.
Nearly most of his mass was weighing him down towards the ground, yet his right hand snatched up a bottle with a amused grin. He had no clue to the contents, for he was trying to limit his magic use, he was classified as a threat to the city, after all. He twisted the top off, before guzzling down nearly a quarter of the liquid, sinisterly licking at his lips as he nodded. " Whiskey....takes me back.." He chuckled wholeheartedly, before glancing among the patrons once more. " I couldn't have taken a better moment to cascade in here..." He oddly smirked as he wondered on a few things, sipping lightly from his bottle, trying to decide on his actions for this night.
Nearly most of his mass was weighing him down towards the ground, yet his right hand snatched up a bottle with a amused grin. He had no clue to the contents, for he was trying to limit his magic use, he was classified as a threat to the city, after all. He twisted the top off, before guzzling down nearly a quarter of the liquid, sinisterly licking at his lips as he nodded. " Whiskey....takes me back.." He chuckled wholeheartedly, before glancing among the patrons once more. " I couldn't have taken a better moment to cascade in here..." He oddly smirked as he wondered on a few things, sipping lightly from his bottle, trying to decide on his actions for this night.
Ryan O'Maley sighed lightly, perhaps he was wrong, once again. If there was any interest, that could console his wandering mind. It had clearly vanished among the swarm of patron's, though he never moved from his seat, which was the counter at the previous moment. " Oi..." He exclaimed to none in particular, sipping casually from his whiskey bottle, wondering why the barkeep didn't take his order before. He mentally wished to hurt the barkeep, but the being couldn't help himself at this point, since the alcohol only drove him to insanity as he dramatically pictured the dull crowd.
Ryan O'Maley could have easily listened into any conversation, yet he took a more, adaptive approach. Since it had occurred, the moment his coat was rested upon the rack, tiny little critters scattered amongst the booths and tables. Though they could barely be seen, for they came from a particular species of arachnids. He couldn't believe his ears, a silent screech ringing within his ears the creatures mentally speaking of Nima Arcana. He couldn't trust the little beings, to do a simple conversation spying, since most of them were huddled above in a rather large group. "...Jeez...another arachnid and they huddle like cattle..."
He shook his head, since this wouldn't draw attention to himself, none knew they were in collaboration with him. The bottle of whiskey was empty, yet he felt sober, such a cruel thing to merely taste, and not enjoy the intoxication. He leaped down from the counter, leaving the bottle for the barkeep to take care of, since he had to acquire it himself. He strolled over to the farthest and darkest corner booth, something more suited to his mystical blue orbs, yet he didn't wait long to silently warn the little creatures.
They seemed to shuffle back and forth, a dark mass circling the rafters, they were a bit odd to him. He never did cast a spell, or even make a gesture towards his coat, they appeared to be taking on a rouge role.
His eyes rolled once, then a second time, before he closed his hues. The mere outline of his figure, was all that could be seen in the booth, unless they had some type of visionary abilities. He softly sighed once more, before kicking his feet up onto the table, actually admiring their rebellious actions. "...like bee's to honey...for christ's sake.." He silently uttered to himself, letting them stare, since it was only fair to the creatures. He used them quite often, wonderful spies actually, so they deserved a little free time.
He shook his head, since this wouldn't draw attention to himself, none knew they were in collaboration with him. The bottle of whiskey was empty, yet he felt sober, such a cruel thing to merely taste, and not enjoy the intoxication. He leaped down from the counter, leaving the bottle for the barkeep to take care of, since he had to acquire it himself. He strolled over to the farthest and darkest corner booth, something more suited to his mystical blue orbs, yet he didn't wait long to silently warn the little creatures.
They seemed to shuffle back and forth, a dark mass circling the rafters, they were a bit odd to him. He never did cast a spell, or even make a gesture towards his coat, they appeared to be taking on a rouge role.
His eyes rolled once, then a second time, before he closed his hues. The mere outline of his figure, was all that could be seen in the booth, unless they had some type of visionary abilities. He softly sighed once more, before kicking his feet up onto the table, actually admiring their rebellious actions. "...like bee's to honey...for christ's sake.." He silently uttered to himself, letting them stare, since it was only fair to the creatures. He used them quite often, wonderful spies actually, so they deserved a little free time.
Ryan O'Maley watched as the critters scattered after their heavenly goddess, until he opened his light blue hues and lightly shaking his head. " I don't think so...even if you are the same species...we would need more information, before involving ourselves obviously.." He mumbled, holding a rather dark, yet soft tone to his voice.
The critters argued and tried their best to convince their master, to let them proceed, but it clearly hadn't gone their way. They lingered for a moment, before all streaming down with their webs onto the patron's table, Ryan hoping that no one took notice of them. They scurried along the table, their appearance resembling a rather dark lined hue on the wood, before they retreated back to their master.
Ryan sighed once more, the critters leaving proof of their existence, they always had to do something wrong. His blue orbs shut once more, before opening as he stood to his feet, strolling back to the coat rack to claim his coat. " Don.." Is all he could muster as the swarm followed him to their home, crawling along his legs and arms as they tried to blend back in with the fur lining of the coat. "...sometimes...you all seem to rather get on my last nerves..." He mentioned, yet he was about to take his leave, too many connections to him now. If he stayed, the webs would be caught in someones gaze, and he didn't wish to indulge in conversation without proper information.
The critters argued and tried their best to convince their master, to let them proceed, but it clearly hadn't gone their way. They lingered for a moment, before all streaming down with their webs onto the patron's table, Ryan hoping that no one took notice of them. They scurried along the table, their appearance resembling a rather dark lined hue on the wood, before they retreated back to their master.
Ryan sighed once more, the critters leaving proof of their existence, they always had to do something wrong. His blue orbs shut once more, before opening as he stood to his feet, strolling back to the coat rack to claim his coat. " Don.." Is all he could muster as the swarm followed him to their home, crawling along his legs and arms as they tried to blend back in with the fur lining of the coat. "...sometimes...you all seem to rather get on my last nerves..." He mentioned, yet he was about to take his leave, too many connections to him now. If he stayed, the webs would be caught in someones gaze, and he didn't wish to indulge in conversation without proper information.
Ryan O'Maley heard a screech from the lesser section of his ear, noticing that the critters were rather ecstatic. " Oh really?...fine then..." He uttered, placing his right hand on the door, before letting a bolt of lightning blast towards the usual looking fly on the wall, since he never seemed to ever see many in the pub. It crackled through the air, but was not completely guided, aiming for that one spot. With that, he nodded and waved his hand to the crowd. " Best be taking warnings..." He muttered and shrugged his shoulder, before opening the door wide, a gust of wind ruffling the coat. His hands hung loosely in their pockets, but that seemed to make the critters a bit less excited, which brought another smirk to his lips as he closed the door behind him.
Ryan O'Maley couldn't really indulge in such manifests today, as he passed by the wooden entrance to the elegant place, known to him as Gambit's bar. Though as his furred coat whisked with the ideal current of wind, his mind seemed to bring curiosity, to his mildly uncommon mental fixtures.
He huffed and repeated to himself, the voice holding a deep brew of anger, yet his expression enclosed nothing close to such an emotion. " Reckon...I better have a few...." He argued verbally, for he rarely contained his own voice, since anger was the least of the qualities of the harmony.
He adjusted and opened the bar door with his right hand, the handle appearing to hold something deeper than, merely opening the door. His emerald hues lightened with the sudden urge to enter, something had caught his significant interest, without even witnessing any scenery.
The obvious smirk protruded slightly from his facial expression, as he swung the door open to the diversity, a lovely sight to see multi-races mingling. " I say...the color is still lacking in here.." He grumbled his uncanny words, though they held more truth, if correctly deciphered. He removed the apparently, non-stylish coat, hanging it from the coat rack by the door. Once he stepped among the light, the sly being appeared to be rather muscular, which drew questions about the coat he wore. The sandy blond haired male stood nearly 6'2, devilishly charming features only continued the obvious appearance of a charming Irish lad, yet most couldn't see directly into his pupils.
His shoes thudding against the wooden floor, as he meandered past most of the patron's, taking his patience to a new level with the barkeep. He wished to indulge in something tasty, a liquid that could smoothly remove his thirst, but wondered if he had to claim it for himself as usual.
He huffed and repeated to himself, the voice holding a deep brew of anger, yet his expression enclosed nothing close to such an emotion. " Reckon...I better have a few...." He argued verbally, for he rarely contained his own voice, since anger was the least of the qualities of the harmony.
He adjusted and opened the bar door with his right hand, the handle appearing to hold something deeper than, merely opening the door. His emerald hues lightened with the sudden urge to enter, something had caught his significant interest, without even witnessing any scenery.
The obvious smirk protruded slightly from his facial expression, as he swung the door open to the diversity, a lovely sight to see multi-races mingling. " I say...the color is still lacking in here.." He grumbled his uncanny words, though they held more truth, if correctly deciphered. He removed the apparently, non-stylish coat, hanging it from the coat rack by the door. Once he stepped among the light, the sly being appeared to be rather muscular, which drew questions about the coat he wore. The sandy blond haired male stood nearly 6'2, devilishly charming features only continued the obvious appearance of a charming Irish lad, yet most couldn't see directly into his pupils.
His shoes thudding against the wooden floor, as he meandered past most of the patron's, taking his patience to a new level with the barkeep. He wished to indulge in something tasty, a liquid that could smoothly remove his thirst, but wondered if he had to claim it for himself as usual.
Ryan O'Maley leaped over the counter, before deciding to snatch up a bottle of Scotch, something he was used to. He wouldn't leap back, but rest on the counter, legs flailing as he ran from the bottle. " Where be all the fun?.." He pondered with a slight frown.
Ryan O'Maley went to look over at the Vampire, but his vision divert to a living clock, as it appeared. " No flippin' way! " He said out loud, glaring at the clock, that was once on the wall. His first instinct, was thinking of magic, maybe that girl was the source. "Hey you! " He yelled over towards Hellshine, taking a few gulps from his own bottle. " Is that your clock? " He asked randomly, slightly chuckling at the randomness, but that's what alcohol could do to a person.
Ryan O'Maley watched as the Clock, went back to it's resting place, he thought he lost his mind. " Awwww...but why not? I can't afford a watch.." He said with smirk, before taking a few more gulps of his Scotch, which was nearly empty. Ironic part about it, he never cared to actually know the recent time.
Ryan O'Maley shook his head at Hellshine's words, before leaping down off the counter, after snatching two bottles from their resting place. Glancing at said Clock, and as she said, he had no clue to the time. " I prefer to think of it...more as..." He gestured with his right hand, even though, he just opened the second bottle. " as...it's whatever time...ya really want it to be.." He smiled a bit, glancing at the 'lady', with dark blue hues.
Ryan O'Maley blinked at the Lady, but bowed, and nearly stumbled over. " I don't know...how you could sleep...with that pony..giving you that look.." He pointed towards an empty table, which in no way, looked like an animal. He gulped from his bottle, glaring back, at the invisible beast.
Ryan O'Maley was staring at the table, before his eye's went wide, and he leaped onto the table. Naturally it cracked into pieces under his weight, but he picked up a piece, and set it on a empty bottle. " Haha! I dare them to threaten the bunneh peoplezzzz.....let it be warning them to them..." he blinked and nodded. " Pink and possibly gay ponies.." He gulped from his bottle.
Ryan O'Maley waved his hand towards the woman, bowing once again. " Thank you...tthank you.." He repeated himself, before pointing at the piece of wood, oddly fitted on top of on of her empty vodka bottles. " It's ok ma...am....they don't like booze.....couldn't even handle a single shot...heh.." He chuckled before sipping from his bottle, which was obviously empty, but he didn't know the difference at that point.
Ryan O'Maley waved to the lady courtship of the Bunneh King. " Night and no worries, I shall keep them away.." He said with a grin, before sitting in a booth, and actually vanishing as he laid down.
Ryan O'Maley lazily grumbled as he went to roll over in the far corner booth, which of course, went terribly wrong. His head smacking off the table, before he fell under it, cursing wildly. " Fucking...shit...mother-" He cut himself off, but barely opened his navy blue hues, his head screeching for attention. He realized, the empty alcohol bottle, was still firmly grasped in his right hand. He sighed and laid to the side, thankful of the shadow, the table castes on him. " Woot...Scotch...No wonder..."
Ryan O'Maley shook his head, towards the voice, who called towards him. " Just kill me.." He remarked back to Raven, cold dark blue orbs glancing back at her, like she knew the massive concussion was in his mind. " Or else....just deal with it.." He waved as he sat up on his hands, wondering what he happened the night before, and where the hell was his weapon?