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Im looking to play a detailed roleplay between a devil and a human. The devil mostly takes human form. Below is an intro of a male devil taking the form of a bartender. Feel free to play as M or F and I will change to the opposite gender. Im happy to change the scenscenarr the character im playing to any job or personality to suit what it is you are after. Is it money, curing a family member, beauty, love? Lets sign a contract!
Tucked away on a quiet, dimly lit street in a small town, The Serpent's Den sits unassumingly, almost blending into its surroundings. From the outside, the bar is a classic two-story structure made of dark red brick, weathered by time and the elements.
The only sign of life is the modest wrought-iron sign above the entrance, elegantly inscribed with the name "The Serpent's Den" in crimson script. At night, this sign is bathed in a soft, flickering red glow from a small lantern hanging just above it. The lanternās light dances and moves, casting shifting shadows that seem almost alive, drawing in the curious and the lost. Above the dark wooden door, an intricately carved snakeās head peers out from the brickwork, a subtle nod to the barās true nature.
Entering bar feels like stepping into another world. The warm, inviting atmosphere immediately envelops patrons as they cross the threshold. Inside, the lighting is dim and ambient, provided by vintage lanterns and the soft glow of candles placed strategically throughout the room. The walls are painted a deep burgundy, creating an intimate and almost clandestine feel.
The bar itself stretches nearly the entire length of the room, a dark mahogany counter polished to a high shine. Behind it, shelves filled with an assortment of bottles in unusual shapes and sizes shimmer in the low light, their contents glowing in shades of amber, crimson, and gold. An antique mirror behind the shelves reflects the room, adding depth and creating an illusion that the space is larger than it truly is.
Plush, dark, old leather booths line the walls, providing secluded spots for quiet conversations, while small, round wooden tables with velvet-cushioned chairs are scattered across the floor. Each table is adorned with a single flickering candle, casting long shadows that dance across the patronsā faces, adding a touch of mystery to every glance and whispered word.
The dƩcor is a curious blend of classic and eclectic. Heavy velvet drapes in deep reds and blacks hang from the windows, while gothic chandeliers dangle from the ceiling, their flickering bulbs casting playful shadows across the room. Framed vintage posters and artwork depicting themes of temptation, sin, and indulgence cover the walls. Dominating the back wall is an ornately framed painting of a devilish figure playing a violin. Its eyes are said to follow patrons wherever they go, though thats mostly a local rumour.
Soft jazz and blues music drifts through the air, mingling with the faint scent of aged whiskey and smoke.
Behind the dark mahogany bar of The Sepent's Den, the bartender moves with a grace that belies his true nature. He stands tall and confident, his presence commanding attention from everyone in the room. His sharp, angular features are both captivating and intimidating. His hair is jet black, slicked back perfectly, not a strand out of place. The low light of the bar casts shadows across his face, accentuating his flawless complexion, which is almost unnaturally perfect, like a porcelain mask.
But itās his eyes that draw people in, the deep, glowing crimson of burning embers. They are intense and penetrating, seeming to see straight through to the soul of anyone who meets his gaze, yet also charming and unnaturally friendly.
Dressed in a high-end, tailored dark suit that fits him like a glove, he exudes sophistication and charm. The suit is accented with subtle hints of dark red, echoing the color of his eyes and adding an extra layer of allure to his appearance. A silver watch gleams on his wrist, catching the light whenever he moves, and a dark red gemstone set in a silver ring on his finger glints like a drop of blood against his pale skin.
As he mixes drinks with practiced ease, his gaze scans the room, taking in the patrons with a predator's instinct. He knows what they seekāthe comfort of a drink, the thrill of company, the escape from their mundane lives... And he knows exactly what theyāre willing to give up for it. His eyes land on a lonely patron sitting at the far end of the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey.
The man appears lost in thought, staring into the amber liquid as if seeking answers at the bottom of the glass. His shoulders are hunched, and a look of melancholy hangs on his face. Heās an easy target, ripe for temptation, and the bartender can almost taste the desperation emanating from him.
With a slight, almost imperceptible nod, the bartender makes his decision. He glides over, his movements smooth and deliberate, every step measured. As he approaches, the man looks up, catching the bartenderās eye. The glow of the red eyes flickers brighter for a moment, and the bartender's lips curl into a welcoming smile, one that promises solace and something more.
āRough night?ā the bartender asks, his voice smooth as velvet, tinged with a hint of something darker. He leans in slightly, just enough to create a sense of intimacy, but not so close as to be threatening.
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