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September November

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by SaintQ, as played by CrashQueen

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September November, also known as Septa Nova, Sep, Seppy, and a multitude of other equally retarded nicknames, stands at 5'9. Septa has a mop of brilliantly red hair, with an underhue of pink, that's worn in a weird scene-kid sort of style with still more hair falling over his ears. His face has sharp, alert features, with large, bright blue eyes, a curved nose, and a wide, thin lipped mouth. To say he had hawk-like features would not be far from the actuality of his nature. He also has a zipper at the back of his neck :0

He bears the scars of a Chelsea's smile, forming faint lines that run almost to his ears. Or scars they appear. In actuality, it's just a seam, a true continuation of his mouth, giving him a frog's gape of a grin. He covers the seams with makeup to make them look less obvious.

Lately he dresses in a sharp manner, tailored suits and ties, sporting a fedora from time to time.

If he were to strip down completely naked, it would be quite obvious that he's far from human.
Rather, he's more of a giant...nightmare bird....
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His human self is an imperfect disguise, using cheap, ghetto technology he bought once he knew he was going to be astro-tripping and 'borrowed' human skin.




tl;dr
Man-eating bird from space that looks more like a twenty year old with bad taste in clothes.

Personality

September's species is known for a god-like ability to mimic anything, from voice, to attitude, to even culture, and pass off very accurately. Therefore, September's learned habits and mannerisms are very sporadic with no set pattern.
His personality is fluid as well and is largely affected by the type of people he finds himself surrounded by.
If he takes up the company of good-natured people, he is a good-natured creature.
If he hangs out with bloodthirsty killers, he will be the bloodthirstiest of them all.

He has yet to create a voice for himself yet. He opts for femme voices though, they are more songlike.

His default personality, when left to his lonesome, is one of pure survival. Cunning, witty, and dangerous. He is the space equivalent of a velociraptor, after all.

Equipment

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History

He's been on Terra...
For a long time.

It's lonely.

So begins...

September November's Story

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September November meandered his way into the bar, his shoulders hunched. He'd smelled a healthy collection of interesting and novel beings in this particular building, and being naturally curious, wanted to check it out. Maybe he would learn something. His blue eyes were wide, looking for any detail. He'd been in bars before, so he knew the best thing to do was sit down at the counter and stare at the array of booze on the shelf behind, feigning the appearance of a man pondering what he wanted to drink.

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September November glanced over at Tylo casually, adjusting his facial expression to match the other's. He, in the meantime, also drummed his fingertips lightly on the counter top. He flicked his tongue in his mouth. His throat was dry however, and eventually he just settled on a simple "Just a Coke, please". One of the downsides of being alien, no drunkenness on alcohol. Bummer.

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"Beer's good." Septa croaked, feeling a need to keep a conversation going. "I like Warsteiner myself...Oh, thank you" he babbled at the barkeep as he received his Coke with a straw, and put the straw between his lips before slurping half the glass with a single gulp. He was thirsty.

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"Sounds like good advice." Septa grinned, finishing his Coke and calling for a refill. While nice, something did seem off to the auburn-haired man to Kyik, perhaps it was the way his mannerisms felt contrived, or perhaps the fact he possessed a clusterfuck of an accent, or maybe the way he took glances at other people around the room, like assessing their quality.

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September November stirred from where he had apparently fallen asleep, lured into slumber by the sweet sweet taste of Coke. His bar-partner seemed to have vanished while he took his momentary nap and he grunted. Ah well. "Another Coke, please!"

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September November received his fresh glass and spun on his barstool to observe the occupants of Gambit's. What an intriguing lot. They all looked pretty human, but the multitude of scents would reveal that...looks could be deceiving. uman or not, they were safe today, as Septa had fed fairly recently, and the rapid sugar intake via soda was combating any extraneous pangs he might have had.

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September November scooted into a booth and rested his head on the table. Long day, long day. He kicked off his boots underneath the table to reveal his raptor-like feet, curling the toes, and the knife-like claws at the end of them.

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September November suddenly hops up from where he was sitting, his fauxhawk even spikier than usual. He whipped his head towards the front door of the bar, as if expecting something big and horrifying to burst in. The cause of his alarm was not immediately apparent, but the result of it was pretty obvious, a twentysomething redhead in a crappy sweater standing on top of the table and taking a moderately defensive stance.

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After ten minutes of absolutely nothing happening, Septa settled back into his chair with a nervous laugh, calling out to nobody in particular. "It's nothing! I'm fine!" He blushed a brilliant red and rubbed his face. How embarrassing...

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In Septa's case, he was involved in getting grime out from under his nails. He looked up at Misora with big blue eyes for a few seconds. A curious headcock later, and he was right back where he started.

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September November had features that could only be described as 'owlish', from huge eyes to a small hook of a nose to lips that seemed to be constantly smiling. The way his hair stuck up was reminiscent of the tufts seen on an owl. And the method in which he was fussing with his nails with his teeth was reminiscent of a large bird preening. And it wasn't too far from the truth.

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September November looked up from his nails once more before giving a smile, his eyes creasing pleasantly. "Just a speck of dirt. Hardly interesting." he spoke, taking her question quite literally. "Do you find interesting things under your nails often?" There was something...off...about his speech, just in the way it was broken up, like a speak-n-spell. But with all the tonal qualities you'd find in a human voice. Just displaced. He blinked at the boy at the table next to him and shrugged.

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Septa shook his head. "I'm new to this place, I don't know much of anything...or anyone." He swiveled his head to fully take in the adjacent boy, something initially sinister in his eyes before it faded away into a blank looking gaze. He glanced back up at Misora and shrugged.

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"September November, or Septa Nova, or Seppi. It doesn't matter to me." He replied, taking her hand in his own, pale-skinned one. He grinned pleasantly, though that seemed to be a default expression of his, just how his lips bowed so slightly in the middle. Again, he found himself jumping at the sound of the door banging, and then the entrance of Meike. And one look sent his spikey hair laying flat, and a small, feral growl rolled in the man's throat.

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Another Ninny? So far out? No...it wasn't that. It was something new entirely, but similar enough to himself to warrant caution. And that returned sound of warning only caused the man to investigate further. His hair regained its puff as he quickly and politely excused himself from the table with Misora and Yukio. He strode over to Meike, his arms out. She looked distracted, and this would be a good chance for him to lay down the law. He was the 'alpha' around here, as far as he was concerned. As his fingers splayed his nails unsheathed themselves further into full out claws.

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Ah, she was intimidated. That was all that Septa needed to get his point across, though he stepped closer, getting himself into her vision. And infuriatingly to her, he was quite remarkably human-looking, despite the noise he made as he clicked his hidden beak in agitation. When she spoke, his grin widened to the ends of his face. "Ah, good, then I won't have to resort to bestial violence. I don't care what you are, just that you are like me, and I don't like it, and if you fuck with any of my shit, you will suffer~"

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"Or...." he added as an aside. "I'll eat you."

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September November retracted his claws and tilted his head. "Well aren't you cute? You can't see a damned thing can you?" He reached out and touched her face with lightly scaled fingertips, dragging the nails gently across her cheek. Personal space? What's that? "Unfortunately this means I have nothing to prove my likeness except for this simple phrase...who cooks for youuuuu?" He cooed, imitating the call of a barred owl to a T. It was the closest Earthen creature he could liken himself to, so it made a decent descriptor.

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September November chuckled and backed off, since he felt like he had sufficiently scared the wits out of the Harpy. "No, not tonight." With his intimidation set aside, he tilted his head, eying Meike up, from her taloned feet to the crown of feathers on her head. Drab. Just like any female of his own species. "What are you?" he demanded, shifting on his own talons, though they were forced into a pair of heeled boots at the time being.

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She could try, but for the time being, he had the clear advantage since he could actually see inside the bar. As far as his species went, she was fairly drab. Afterall, his own feathers and hair were almost glaringly pink, one of the many colors male Ninnies were blessed with to attract their mates. He had long since settled down, flopping into a chair at a nearby table, but still facing Mieke.

"Good. Very good that you won't mess with me. This is pleasing to me." He gave another affirmative click of his beak, listening to how she was descriving herself, repeating the words, but in her own voice, since they were foreign to him and had yet to be incorporated into his vernacular and voice.
"Night Sparrow Harpy?"