R I G E L
A blue-white supergiant in the constellation Orion, one of the brightest stars in the sky
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Unknown Age || Appears 29
Night/Dire Drakon || Cursed Human Form
Greek by origin || American-born
6'9 " || 183 cm
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The atmosphere tingled with activity as the club filled its capacity for the evening… compared to their human company, the stranger seemed to be the calmest thing in the room. When Rigel’s head snapped in her direction suddenly, Lucienne’s gaze didn’t waver. She was far too busy trying to decipher the ambiguous stare behind the sunglasses that put him further out of place in the room. Not knowing the answer didn't waver her confidence. Soon enough, rose-tinted lips curved into a smile. The vampiress’ came to linger at the front of the booth and took a seat. Her legs crossed, and the drink was placed on the table.
“To be honest, I was waiting on someone…” Merlot hues swept around the room. Her pointer finger tapped on her glass absently. “I must have missed them,” Lucienne let her voice drift off disappointedly. Her gaze rolled back to the stranger in the booth who seemed like Karma’s shadow earlier in the evening. Even while sitting, he seemed to tower over her petite 5’1 figure on the other side.
Tall, dark, and… just what was he?
She brought the glass up for a sip while bright eyes assessed the man, then put it down. “What about you, alone in a place like this, hm~?” She chimed.
“You can call me Lucienne.” Her head tipped to one side. “Do you have a name, or do you keep that a mystery too?”
Upon entering the Harlem bar, Rigel would be met with a casual, dimly lit atmosphere. Conversation levels were low amongst the spread-out customers, if they existed at all. The speakers were humming classic rock songs in the background. And as he approached the bar counter, he was greeted by a pretty thing with pin-straight brunette hair and a megawatt smile, starkly contrasting the rougher vibe of most of the clientele. She served him his soda with the usual pleasantries before moving on.
A few minutes passed before another woman would appear, coming out from behind a door that led to the back kitchen. Kyrah. She was heading to restock the tin bowls of citrus near where Rigel was lingering, but once she spotted him her walk slowed, eyebrows raising a fraction. Her gaze trailed up his body in an assessing manner. There was a look of shock that crossed her features for a moment before she fixed it to a more neutral expression. It wasn’t so often someone of his…stature came in for a drink.
Once her composure was regained she went about the chore, now eyeing him with a curious glint in her iris. “Most people that come in here get something a little stronger than that.” A playful smirk toyed at one corner of her lips. “Think I’d remember seeing you. New to town?” Her voice was low and carried a hint of rasp in it.
Tall ass brat
When the night was in full swing, the vampiress was out. Weeks had passed now since their last meeting in the apartment, let alone the Burlesque where Lucienne had chosen to lie low on most evenings. Tonight was different; then again there was always a pattern of chaos in her movements. There had to be. Most places she was least likely to find Abram included the city's nightlife. He had never liked the commotion or the music. For being the barbaric figure the coven took him for, Luci knew that a burlesque or a strip club was well below the man's radar.
Tonight it was the red-lit atmosphere hidden below the storefront, which was positively filled with racing heartbeats and adrenaline. Lucienne was clad in club attire featuring a black cocktail dress with a strap over one shoulder, and black heeled boots. Her hair was curled in loose ringlets, her eyes previously shrouded by a pair of sunglasses that were tucked away for now. A jacket was surely abandoned somewhere in the club.
She had a trail to follow, and a demoness to sniff out. What was Little Miss Karma doing here, and where were Dom and her now..? Before she could come to terms with their absence from the venue, her attention turned toward the shadowed figure that had been left behind.
“It’d be a waste of a night, to spend it all by yourself in the corner,” Lucienne commented from the man’s peripheral. Her hip leaned against the edge of the booth Rigel found himself in. She had a cocktail in a curved glass balanced in her fingertips. The red glow of the club worked wonders to bring liveliness to pale skin. It only amplified the ruby hues peering back at him.
Loving the profile so far. Excited to see your char's info :D!
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