Anyone who's in the tavern the day of this particular arrival will make an easy mistake: there's a man on the floor, with shaggy purple hair, laying facedown. He's not in a thoroughfare, so he could be missed--he's out of the way, fairly quiet save for the occasional groan or muffled curse, and he's...really not moving.
Of course someone may come over to admonish him, to warn about the magical nature of the drinks. Perhaps his savior has been subject to the effects of the S(lay) Ride...
The muffled answer you get from the floorboards just leads to greater confusion.
"Din' drink nuthin'. Just feel bad. Uuuuuuuuuuuugh."
Rock "Rocky" Devereaux, a natural born werewolf, is for all intents and purposes, human at the moment--and he's having trouble coping.
Season Of Light-ish
Rocky's family celebrates the winter holiday season by means of assimilation. It's purely secular, with a little bit of a nod to the winter solstice thrown in for the years when members of Dad's side of the family visit. For his pack, and the ancient version of Voudon they practice, there's no real religious significance to it.
So Rocky roams the streets during the lights and singing, admiring it all with innocent curiosity. He likes to explore new things, and he actually kinda likes that this celebration is a nice version of a Christian holiday, minus the Christian. It's just so...joyful, and he has a good time.
And, because it seems like as good a time as any--the dead time of winter, the coming solstice--anyone in Grey Ward may find, in the darker areas and the forest, the glow of golden eyes now and again as a certain werewolf goes looking for the things he will need to start assembling an altar for his new home.
{ooc: Rocky is a werewolf, and his powers have been totally stripped, but he still has his inner beast present--it doesn't grant him any abilities, just causes a lot of problems as a sort of symbiotic presence that's needy, opinionated, and generally as functional as any lonely predator. The change in his eyes is only an indicator of the wolf's presence being closer to the surface.}
Masquerade
"...that's cool...that's cool...holy shit that's cool--dude, that guy could totally be from a Bioware game..."
When he's not struggling with being more or less human, Rocky is enjoying the world he's in. It's like something out of a video game for sure, and when he enters the masquerade in a jet black suit and a mask that could have come from the last RPG he played on his Youtube channel--either that Dragon Age one or the last demo Quinn designed--he starts to make a game of it.
He can't help it: he's lonely, the wolf is still pissed, and he doesn't like snooty parties like this. Plus, he's too scared to try any of the challenge things with his big clumsy hue-man hands and feet that don't want to do what he tells them to do.
So he's bored--so yes, he's talking to himself, staring and pointing at people for no reason, and seeming to be having a fairly good time doing so.
In all likelihood? This guy, unquestionably, looks more than a little crazy.
Rocky Devereaux | OC | Dryad
Anyone who's in the tavern the day of this particular arrival will make an easy mistake: there's a man on the floor, with shaggy purple hair, laying facedown. He's not in a thoroughfare, so he could be missed--he's out of the way, fairly quiet save for the occasional groan or muffled curse, and he's...really not moving.
Of course someone may come over to admonish him, to warn about the magical nature of the drinks. Perhaps his savior has been subject to the effects of the S(lay) Ride...
The muffled answer you get from the floorboards just leads to greater confusion.
"Din' drink nuthin'. Just feel bad. Uuuuuuuuuuuugh."
Rock "Rocky" Devereaux, a natural born werewolf, is for all intents and purposes, human at the moment--and he's having trouble coping.
Season Of Light-ish
Rocky's family celebrates the winter holiday season by means of assimilation. It's purely secular, with a little bit of a nod to the winter solstice thrown in for the years when members of Dad's side of the family visit. For his pack, and the ancient version of Voudon they practice, there's no real religious significance to it.
So Rocky roams the streets during the lights and singing, admiring it all with innocent curiosity. He likes to explore new things, and he actually kinda likes that this celebration is a nice version of a Christian holiday, minus the Christian. It's just so...joyful, and he has a good time.
And, because it seems like as good a time as any--the dead time of winter, the coming solstice--anyone in Grey Ward may find, in the darker areas and the forest, the glow of golden eyes now and again as a certain werewolf goes looking for the things he will need to start assembling an altar for his new home.
{ooc: Rocky is a werewolf, and his powers have been totally stripped, but he still has his inner beast present--it doesn't grant him any abilities, just causes a lot of problems as a sort of symbiotic presence that's needy, opinionated, and generally as functional as any lonely predator. The change in his eyes is only an indicator of the wolf's presence being closer to the surface.}
Masquerade
"...that's cool...that's cool...holy shit that's cool--dude, that guy could totally be from a Bioware game..."
When he's not struggling with being more or less human, Rocky is enjoying the world he's in. It's like something out of a video game for sure, and when he enters the masquerade in a jet black suit and a mask that could have come from the last RPG he played on his Youtube channel--either that Dragon Age one or the last demo Quinn designed--he starts to make a game of it.
He can't help it: he's lonely, the wolf is still pissed, and he doesn't like snooty parties like this. Plus, he's too scared to try any of the challenge things with his big clumsy hue-man hands and feet that don't want to do what he tells them to do.
So he's bored--so yes, he's talking to himself, staring and pointing at people for no reason, and seeming to be having a fairly good time doing so.
In all likelihood? This guy, unquestionably, looks more than a little crazy.