Make the Deal with Me, not Them! (Closed with phantomflame & DEFINIATELYNOTLOKI) (2/?)

(It’s fine, Roman will soon look like that-)

Name: Icares
Age: A few centuries old but appears 25
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance: dark hair and pale skin, with black ram horns and red eyes. He wears a long dark cloak adorned with gold embroidery
Sexuality: You’ll have to seeeee
Personality: calm and collected on the surface, but a raging fire underneath, though he never lets it show. He’s a very good actor, using his charm to deceive and persuade. He hides his true intentions underneath flattery and lies. Nothing makes him happier than lying; he finds it thrilling, to play his game of deception. He’s a true narcissist, and he won’t do anything that will put himself in danger.
History: He had to work his way to the top, that’s all I’ll say for now

(:D)

(I will get a starter up rq, but first off, how do we wanna start? Where will they meet Roman?)

(The underworld, I thought)

(Probably, but where? Lol)

(uhmmm maybe Roman somehow falls into the underworld directly next to Icares and Erebus arguing over who can get more souls…and this is the perfect opportunity for them)

(Mk, I like both Ideas. . .— lol, lets do Phantom’s)
(I’ll also be slow-)

(oh ok so we go to NYC?)

(LA)

(permission to start?)

(It will e me, Phantom then you, Ikol.)

(Ikol, clever name, isn't it?)

(Mhm)

Roman was bored out of his mind. Literally, he had nothing else to do besides sit here and stare at the door to the cafe in which he worked and think. He pulled out his notepad and pencil, starting to sketch. He stays quiet, drawing and in his own world.

Currently, Roman was living life in LA, and it was not all it was chalked up to be. He was from a small town in Texas. He was unsure whether he liked it or not, but he was living, and making enough money to live, so that was good.

He looks at the sketch, some sort of demon, and he sighed, closing her eyes. He knew about he demonic ancestry, but he didn’t like it. He wished it would go away, but it didn’t and the slight pang of insatiable hunger reminded him of that every day.

(alright)

The cafe door opens and Icares strolls in. He immediately draws the attention of the whole cafe, with his demonic aura and all. He comes up to the counter and taps his fingers, not impatiently, but rhythmically, a sly smile playing on his lips.

(Phantom, do you mind if we keep going and you join when you can?)

(don't think phantom is online, let's keep going and they can jump in)

(Mk)

(oh my gosh it's the lord of the carnival hiiiii)

Roman looks up, “Oh, how can I help you, sir?” He tucks his hair out of his face and flips the notepad closed. He pocket his pencil straightening up and smiling warmly. He looked the guy over, quiet and then back to his face, “Anything you’re looking for in particular?”

"let's see…" He scans over the menu, taking his time. "What do you recommend?"

Roman looks over his shoulder at the menu. “Well, I’d say. . . The muffiin’s are pretty good, as well as the coffee. . . So, your choice.” He smiles back at the man, waiting patiently as he debated about the choices.

(I do have to go soon- I’ll be back asap)