A rare breed among new arrivals, the blonde man in the tavern as broad as he is tall could easily be a native. His long hair and thicker beard are borderline fashionable in the setting, but there’s…something about him, beyond the fact that you don’t find the natives in this tavern.
Those from a modern world will see it in posture and mannerisms—the tip of the head in the familiar ‘tech neck’ posture, fidgeting with a candy cane like a pen…wait, what?
That’s right: Lance Dulac ordered the Gingerbread Man, with a heavy suspicion as to what he’s getting into, and is enjoying his drink and the bonus sweets utterly unfazed.
Join him! And please, do help yourself to the candy canes and gumdrops he’s harvesting off his clothing—he promises, anything that comes off a body part isn’t in the pile on the corner of his table.
Masquerade
In his suit and mask, Lance looks dashing, and also impossibly comfortable. It’s to the point that, as he moves about the celebration, his hand keeps drifting to his hip and faltering, as if reaching for the sword that ought to be there.
He misses his fucking sword. A lot.
No matter. It’s a great party—little tame by faerie standards, but only if you’re Seelie or Unseelie. In the Court of Man, they would have an enchanted band that would take requests. He’d spend the whole night challenging Mum by making them play classic rock…
A song begins to play—and it’s not “All Along The Watchtower,” but it’s upbeat. It’ll do.
He glances at the closest person nearby, regardless of gender, and smiles as he turns and offers his hand with a perfectly courtly bow—at total odds with his muted East Coast accent.
“You wanna dance?”
Wildcard
Choose your own Lance! Quests welcome, for NSFW Lance is straight. :p
Lance Dulac | OC | Undine
…well fuck.
A rare breed among new arrivals, the blonde man in the tavern as broad as he is tall could easily be a native. His long hair and thicker beard are borderline fashionable in the setting, but there’s…something about him, beyond the fact that you don’t find the natives in this tavern.
Those from a modern world will see it in posture and mannerisms—the tip of the head in the familiar ‘tech neck’ posture, fidgeting with a candy cane like a pen…wait, what?
That’s right: Lance Dulac ordered the Gingerbread Man, with a heavy suspicion as to what he’s getting into, and is enjoying his drink and the bonus sweets utterly unfazed.
Join him! And please, do help yourself to the candy canes and gumdrops he’s harvesting off his clothing—he promises, anything that comes off a body part isn’t in the pile on the corner of his table.
Masquerade
In his suit and mask, Lance looks dashing, and also impossibly comfortable. It’s to the point that, as he moves about the celebration, his hand keeps drifting to his hip and faltering, as if reaching for the sword that ought to be there.
He misses his fucking sword. A lot.
No matter. It’s a great party—little tame by faerie standards, but only if you’re Seelie or Unseelie. In the Court of Man, they would have an enchanted band that would take requests. He’d spend the whole night challenging Mum by making them play classic rock…
A song begins to play—and it’s not “All Along The Watchtower,” but it’s upbeat. It’ll do.
He glances at the closest person nearby, regardless of gender, and smiles as he turns and offers his hand with a perfectly courtly bow—at total odds with his muted East Coast accent.
“You wanna dance?”
Wildcard
Choose your own Lance! Quests welcome, for NSFW Lance is straight. :p