Engel: Expressing Affection

Engel: Expressing Affection

Engel tends to be an oblivious fellow when it comes to others liking him more than just as a performer or friend. He would sooner assume they are just being “super nice” and complimentive. His naive charm can be seen as rather innocent or childish even, but that does not mean Engel is not mature and aware of romance.

The avian is actually a hopeless romantic at heart, indulging in old-timey films that are black-and-white, and reading romantic novels. When he begins to recognize his own attraction for another, Engel may stumble over his words around them. Easy to make blush, some of the other physical signs he will display is fidgeting and quicker wags of the end of his tail.

Already a sap for baking, Engel will go out of his way to make sure he makes his interests the best and their favorite sweets. He loves to give sentimental gifts and necessities. Physically, Engel will puff his feathers from even the lightest touch of that other person and sometimes tremble his wings.

When both parties have acknowledged mutual interest in each other, Engel will become cuddly. Cuddling is a favorite activity with his partner(s) as well as pillow talk. Don’t believe that Engel’s naive nature doesn’t extends to deeper romantic expressions. In fact under that soft coat of feathers is an excitable and experimental creature.

In the public eye Engel is reserved with the amount of affection he will physically give his partner, such as only quick kisses, hand squeezes, and hugs. But out of sight the avian can get heated and seek to pleasure his partner in all ways possible. Some are surprised by his “kinky” antics and desire to “have some fun” in new and exciting ways.

This is more of a “what-if” situation than canon (yet). Living in a criminal and mob run city can lead to unexpected situations, such as acts of self-defense ending in murder.

Brief History of Lia

Lia was born into a kind family. Her father was a doctor and her mother a registered nurse at the same hospital. It was only natural that their daughter would follow in their footsteps in assisting the ill and injured. There was certainly love in the family, however, with a busy lifestyle that was fraught with despair, loss, and reality, the parents did not “soften” the real world for their daughter. She was aware of loss at an early age and that the world could be terribly unfair. This made Lia strong, but also seemingly cold and uncaring to an extent.

In her teenage and early years of college, Lia was more concerned with making her own future than creating lasting relationships. None of her dates lasted longer than a month, with the exception of one. During her second year of college, Lia met a young man who was also training to be a nurse. They held the same ideals and respected boundaries, making them near perfect for each other. But by the time they graduated, the man had found interest in another woman that was “more loveable”, as he put it.

This comment, though a rough blow, would prove for the best for Lia. She began to reevaluate herself and how she came off to others. The nurse was trained to be guarded against attachment or becoming empathetic with patients and those in her everyday life. She slowly lowered these walls to allow more “humanity” to leak through and not be so “cold”.

Today Lia can still often be regarded as a bitch in general, however she is not hated. Her words and work are with the best intentions. Those that become acquaintances or even friends may be able to have a better understanding as to who she is as a person outside of her nursing duties.

Design is still subject to change, but here’s Caspian!

Name: Caspian

Species:Water demon toon

Age: 23

Occupation: Tends to the boats coming into port; unloading fish catch and cargo. Self-appointed port lifeguard.

Lives: In a small hut down by the port.

The crimes of Engel’s halo eating obsession continues~

Engel belongs to me @dancing-duo

“ what happened to you? “

Send me    “ what happened to you? “    for your muse to find mine bandaging up a wound.

Jumping at the voice, Engel’s black feathers ruffled in a puff as his spun his head to stare towards them. He was in the midst’s of wrapping gauze around his arm with tell-tale signs of other scrapes and bruises on his body, a few feathers missing from wings. On the sink was an open first-aid kit, the bird having riffled through it guessing which things would be needed to tend to himself.

A soft grey blush bloomed over the avians cheeks, offering a sheepish smile as he chuckled.

“Funny enough, I clotheslined myself while in the midst of flight. Took a bit of a tumble in the alley, nothing serious! At least it was not a window this time.”