Fantastic Locales with Fantastic Personalities:

The night was passionate and exciting, the crowds whether ending their days or finally starting. The lights of the city bright and twinkling, similar to the former stars of the night. Yet those were the heavens of the chrome city, down below to the streets and the concrete foundation were coloured in the glowing, alluring neon lights of shady alleys and grimy paths. Within the pits of metallic slums, shadows and harsh fluorescent rays hid the depraved and the wild. In those mean roads filled with people of all sorts were machines with souls, augments living at the edge to the men of flesh with hearts of steel.

At one sneaky bar, where predators wait for blood and chat. Smiling sharks lurk along with tigers hiding in plain sight as snakes lay about waiting to strike. At the bar, a mysterious man sits with his drink, slim yet fit, cool to the touch but warm with charm. He turns his face handsome with a sleepy look, hair fluffed as it curls, wisps and twirls like smoke. The iris of his eyes are a bright gold, the shining complimented with dark eyeshadow speckled with silvery dust. Eyes identical to the sun surrounded by the alluring abyss of the universe. His smile inviting yet also a warning, in the same way, a rose holds beauty but hiding thorns to anyone careless to grasp it.

His right arm glows with a tattoo of a coiling coral snake, surrounded by a bouquet of blooming orchids. Gorgeous and vibrantly colourful, however, his arm would contain within his gentle hand to freeze a loving heart. His outfit was fashionable to seduce provided an aura of enticing danger. This beast smiles and decides on the misadventures that would bring dangerous cyber-punks of steel to war and ruin.

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The jungles of the tropics are mysterious and alluring, filled with dangerous beauty. Jaguars stalking within the foliage, insects crawling through the charming flora, as all the other beasts were swinging and slithering by. Yet deeper with this green inferno hides a grand festivity of a supernatural nature. In there people and demons dance with hot fires and hallucinatory smokes. Tiki torches and bonfires are the only visible lights in the depths of the dense jungles. These people dance, convulse, preach, converse, pray and make love among dark forces that were lured into our realm from terrifying dimensions.

This socialisation with devilish charms among demonic delights sits a shaman, a person one with their demons of the heart and in peace with devils of the mind. He sits on an ancient fallen log of the woods, in simple and humble cloth, he watches the rituals. With skin kissed by the sun and black hair manifest of the swirling currents of the deepest oceans. A smile filled with love and understanding, the master of sweet gentle whispers.

Between his lips holds a long brown cigar made with unknown, exotic and wild ingredients that lie for the taking in the jungle. He snaps his fingers and a flame lights upon his thumb, using it to light and blaze the front of the peculiar cigar. He flicks his hand, the fire has gone leaving a smoking digit. The wonders of such miracles lay hidden in his arm etched with mystic runes and archaic symbols by dark sorcerers. With deep breaths he sucks from the cigar, embers burning the cigar, shrinking as its ashes drip off onto the jungle floor. In a big puff, he bellows out a large plume of shifting and living smoke, brought to life with a mind of its own. His eyes invite others closer to these magical ceremonies, they are touched by the starry abyss of the night sky. Come closer and may whatever shadow of the soul dance in these tropical hells.

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In a hall of majestic and royal beauty, stands an icon of pore grandeur. The greatest of all natures’ bounty is implemented, designed and sculpted to house the lustre that rules within this hall. White and black marble, merge and inhabit the walls, floors and ceilings of this great hall. Decorated by all the shining metals from copper to gold to emphasise the beauty of this throne room. Crystals, gems and jewels glittered the hall with all the beautiful colours of the great wheel of the universe. Yet at the end was a wooden throne of ancient oaks and pines, made with artful hands and designed to be glamorous and gorgeous.

On it sat a king, heavenly and the true pride of this throne. Dressed in lovely clothes and silks in complimenting colours. Eyes homely sweet chocolate, shining glamorous bronze skin, curly black hair gentle and soft to the touch. A smile filled and open wide for joy and happiness, inviting all others to dive into this aura of bliss. He stands with authority and command, never kneeling or buckling to any force as he is the centre. A sun to bring warmth and control to his domain, but a fire willing to blaze and conquer rebellious winds. His temper was legendary, it would cause fools to sweat under pressure, opponents to dry up and enemies against him to hellishly burn.

In his presence, stand strong or kneel in his heavenly majestic presence. For this is a king who rules with a kind heart and is willing to defend his throne with a directed divine fury. The great hall and the majestic throne room were but the altar to raise the real inheritor up high to uphold the mighty rule of the kingdom.

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In the bright and hospitable lights of a restaurant where one cheers in celebration or sighs to finally relax. Within this establishment, the architecture is warm and inviting, similar to a home of oneself. The patrons are of all sorts, excited or calm, numerous or simply the one. This patron felt invited as if arriving back home, that’s what the staff are trained for. They were to be adventurous or relaxed, a mood when needed to synchronise to the patron to provide that certain atmosphere.

The food and drinks are made professionally with love and care. That fulfilment the body needs to not just be alive but happy at that pit of the gut. To that one lone patron, a waiter comes by, they pat the patron’s shoulder and are met with a presence that relaxes the body and mind.

In simple black clothing, never extravagant but normal, to keep that patron at ease. They sit opposite them with ease as if meeting a friend from the old days. Their hair ruffled as if rising from bed, a smile that curves to comfort them and focused eyes that gaze into the truth within this lonely patron. Their arms are covered in picturesque flowers that bloom to bring you closer and a gentle hand to hold and be safe with.

This was a place to be secure and a person to trust. Music echoes through the establishment, soothing and rich as the food on the patron’s plate. The atmosphere is set for friendships to be established and romances to blossom. Soon small talk starts between them, later in-depth conversations, laughter from a well-timed joke and later just sweet nothings. The food is finished and the drinks are gone, the lovely waiter takes their empty plates and cups. They come back with a dessert and the bill, the patron finishes, pays, leaves with a goodbye and a smile. The waiter winks and shakes their hand, asking them to come by soon. Nobody forgets the kind staff, the mouth-watering dishes and the fine ambience of the establishment, coming back once more for a meal and a smile.

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