Tabloid GALAXIES MOST ELIGIBLE! TAEONARA LANNARAS!

[Rich Magnum]

Taeonara Lannaras- OPENING CONFESSIONAL
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The camera would pan in on Magnum running in place, before he collapsed into the sofa with a series of finger guns and wiped some non-existent sweat from his brow. "Galaxy, I know what your'e thinking. 'Rich, how you carrying the weight of galaxy wide entertainment on your back?' I'll tell you how, the loving embrace of spice..d rum! Haha! Got you folks at home!" He winked into the camera before lifting a glass of spiced rum to his lips and taking a sip from it. "Now our next guest for the confessionals has had quite the showing. He apparently tried to waterboard himself or something after helping himself to some booze and ruined his makeup. I know some of you saw that. It was raw, emotional, and took me back to my days of candy flipping in abandoned warehouses for concerts. But here he is, coming to change it all... Taeonara Lannarasss!!!" he would shout towards the doorway.

Upon entry, the on-site audience would cheer for 'Taeo' as he entered. "Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! Have a seat! Can I get ya anything to drink? Wine, liquor, water?" Like much of the house, this room was lavishly decorated and beyond anything Laeo had been in or seen. But like some of the other contestants, he had big dreams and the drive to seize them.

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

There was a pause behind the entryway onto the stage. For a second, it seemed as if the guest in question wasn't coming. Possibilities could creep into the head of the host in that brief timespan. Had Laeonas downed enough booze to go into a stupor? Was he still backstage, preparing his makeup? Maybe the boy had chosen to leave, and steal the valuable dish sets and silverware rather than bother to continue.

Any of such thoughts would be dashed when the creatively nicknamed "Taeo" found his way onto the stage. The mess of a man that the audience might have gotten a glimpse of was gone. A thin, satisfied smirk was stretched across his burgundy lips. Bright aquamarines analyzed the audience; on their flanks were wings of purple, regal and painted with genuine skill. The boy might've looked appealing even without the makeup, but for those who could appreciate what he'd done, he couldn't be viewed in any way besides incredible.

Ofcourse, his production w0uldn't work on those who didn't like makeup. He'd try to impress instead by using the rest of his outfit. A silk, sleeveless black vest-- and nothing else-- covered his upper body. The galaxy would be able to see scars, aesthetic and not, running up pale arms that looked carved from marble. On his legs the man wore tight fitting pants, as black as his vest. His hair had been left down to fall to his shoulders, unstyled, in contrast to his face.

He walked over slowly, turning once towards the camera to give a playful wink. Sitting across from the host, his smirk turned into a grin as he stretched out and melted into the furniture. His head cocked slightly at the greeting, as he sat himself up just a bit. "Thank ya fer'avin me," The boy began, crossing his legs and stretching his arms up on the rim of the couch.

"Ai don't think we'll be 'ere to long, so get me somethin'... hard." He requested, a purr in the last word. He was putting on a performance-- he was to be flashy, inviting, confident. Getting a wine mom or two to bite their lips might help his chances further. "Nothin' to fancy either; spotchka? Correllian ale? Whatever ya give me, Ai'm probably gonna go through it!~"
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@Rhogar

 

[Rich Magnum]

As a man of the show, Magnum wasn't beyond a little stalling to really make the crowd nervous, so with the late entry of Taeo, Rich would offer a clap of his own and a genuine look of approval. He would snap to Todd, who rushed to the booze cart. "How about we start you off with three fingers of the top shelf Corellian whiskey. Because if it's any less, you're just being a tease!" Todd would eventually return to Laeo with the drink and hand it off to him before scurrying away.

Rich would have himself a good ol laugh before settling back down "As you know, we have had some foxy ladies come up here before you. Radiant, brilliant, and full of class. And you, did not disappoint. You don't even look like the same guy in the kitchen only hours ago!"

Rich would give another clap. "So before we dive into the makeup or anything else, the audience needs to know who the Taeo is that is trying to win their hearts. So money and house aside, why are you here? Prove you're the hottest hunk? Foxiest Feline? Hell, even to try to find love? The people want to know!"

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Either the host had overhead his preferences while he'd been drunkenly muttering to himself, or the man was an excellent judge of taste. Either way, a genuinely eager look came across the boy's face as drink became an option. "Ya've known me fer a week and ya've already got mae taste in booze down?" Laeo purred, accepting the drink from "Todd" with a grin. He'd take a quick sip, that turned into a long sip, that turned into him nearly emptying the glass in one swig. Things were already off to a brilliant start.

Pretty soon, Magnum was talking about his competition. The young man nodded along, up until the host mentioned his kitchen debacle. At that, Laeonas forced out a laugh, turning away from the camera to hide the barely visible blush. Quickly, Laeonas changed the subject, grabbing his glass and swirling the remaining booze for added effect. "First you get me a drink, then you start showering me with compliments? What're ya tryin' ta do, Rich?~" The man asked, a playful tone to his obvious joke.

Much of the free time Laeonas had during his childhood had been spent in front of the holo. There were certain things he'd preferred, particularly the action vids. Flamboyantly dressed characters would fight it out with blasters, blades, or even bombs. There had been times he'd watch huttball or any other popular sport, or he'd even tune onto the news, having no idea what any of the talking heads were ranting about. It was the reality programs that always failed to catch his interest. When he'd tune in, he'd find something neither relatable, now fantastical. It would be drama over people he didn't know, in places he'd probably never be.

You wouldn't be able to tell that he was a fish out of water by his demeanor though. His persona of a flirty, go with the flow guy (who just so happened to be covered in overly elaborate face paint) had been something he'd developed over years. Every social trick he'd learned, every way to dodge conflict, every way to disarm a person with words-- all of it was coming out. The only difference from what he was doing now was context. Usually he'd pull out this persona when trying to sell drugs; now he was using it in front of a crowd of reality hv fans.

An infinitely less merciful and significantly more vicious crowd.

So, while Rich went on his little spiel, opening up into the first question, Laeonas should've been on his guard. Any hint of awkwardness would turn the crowd off. He should've smiled, and nodded along, and opened up into a witty response. Instead, the boy's smirk faded, and his brow furrowed. There was a pause-- one longer than even his gap at the entrance. Laeonas pursed his lips, and closed his eyes, appearing lost in thought.

If only they knew what he wanted to say. If only he could've opened up, admitted to everything. The temptation was so strong; to end his little act and confess to what he'd done to pursue opportunity. How many bodies he'd broken, lives he'd ended, how much spice he'd sold. They wanted real, and he so wanted to give them real.

But all "Taeonas Lannaras" did was open his eyes and give a light chuckle. "C'mon Rich, love? If Ai wanted th'at Ai'd look somewhere else; competition's to steep, and the prizes are to big!" He exclaimed, indirectly complimenting every other character he was competing against. "Ai know Ai look laike a million cred's already, but... well, let's just say Ai'm short on change. A place laike this would be more comfy than tha captain's chair on mae ship... or whichever bed Ai wind up in when making a stop~"
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@Rhogar

 

[Rich Magnum]

Rich smirked at Taeo after he took the drink from Todd. "If ya like Todd, he gets off at eight." the host would say with a wink. Rich Magnum, the P.I himself, was first and foremost a man of love. And he would always try to bring that together. At Laeo's playful tease, Rich sat back with a shrug. "I do, what you all do, but with more finesse. I play the game."

He would then laugh before he launched into his own question. Though there seemed to be a lot of interest on his face at the pause, but all of that dissipated at the answer. The two things Rich had removed from the occasion were the two things Taeo had gone for. "Oooh.. So that is a very poor answer, everyone in the galaxy knows it's the house or ship. Hell, even a good shag or two around the grounds would have been a good answer."

He would adjust his positioning. "Now maybe for an easier question for ya. I promise you that there are millions of viewers at home that want to know how you did that.." he'd say, gesturing to the makeup. "In fact, after this, you may want to do a tutorial for the show. But first things first, tell us how you brought all of that together! From the makeup to the outfit! And they also want to know who you're wearing."

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Laeonas would glance at the intern who Magnum seemed to be joking about. The raven haired young man would give him a confused look, to which the intern just shrugged. He'd ignore the host's next words as he focused on sipping down more of that alcohol he so dearly enjoyed. It felt good, being able to freely drink, clad in nice clothes, surrounded by people who were transfixed by him. He was not being looked at as a worthless drunk, or as a street rat, or criminal scum; he was being looked at as a creative man with a very high tolerance for alcohol. That attitude was nearly as refreshing as what he was drinking.

Yet that self satisfaction dipped when Magnum responded to his answers. The words were prodding, and frankly, Laeonas didn't understand where he'd gone wrong. He'd met hundreds of people who simultaneously owned homes but also owned ships. He'd never even heard the phrase "it's the house or ship" once. Between that and the crude joke about the grounds, and the makeup covered man could barely hide his anger. He had half a mind to joke Rich right there and play it off as him choking on his drink.

Instead, Laeo chuckled, flashing a grin as he downed another swig of his drink. Only the most astute would've noticed the flash of anger behind his eyes. "Ai guess yer raight on th'at... but if ya saw mae ship, ya'd pick tha 'ouse every taime." He cooed, smirking as he reclined backwards, even while his gloved hands gripped the chair in a vice grip. Laeonas even managed to play off the sex joke, offering a dubious chuckle and adding, "Maybe later Ai'll tell ya a'bout all tha places Ai'v 'ad... relations?~"

The host went on, and for the first time in the night, Laeonas was genuinely excited to answer the next questions. He knew this one would be coming-- it was obvious, and Rich had brought it up earlier. As such, Laeonas was both prepared and eager to respond. "Ai thought ya'd never ask," he'd reply sarcastically, the grin he gave this time having a warmth that hadn't been present before. "So, where should Ai begin..." he'd begin, pursing his lips and humming for emphasis.

"Well... Ai've done a lot of movin' around fer tha past... ten years? A lot of those places Ai went to weren't really safe, and a lot of people Ai worked with were, well... let's just say they weren't friends of tha law." He opened up, crossing one leg over the other. "Eventually Ai decided Ai wanted ta distinguish maeself, and intimidate anyone who decided they wanted ta take a piece of me. So, I got some cheap paint and Ai spread it all up 'ere. That's where Ai started gettin'... ideas." He stated, splaying his fingers out and than clapping his hands together once.

"Ai started usin' color, with some more expensive paints; than Ai started patterns. Ai eventually stuck with these feathers," He'd say, flicking a hand up to part his hair and show off the full extent of what he'd done. "Than Ai added shadin' by usin another paint, a bit of mascara to accentuate mae eyes, and about 3 years of practice and hours starin' at maeself in a mirror later, wa-la!" He'd exclaim, flashing that warm grin the host and audience were just becoming acquainted with. "Now, if we're gonna get into details about paints..." He began...

The next few minutes consisted of an in depth explanation of his actual catalogue of makeup. The paints concerning color were the most expensive, but would be affordable to most of the audience, even on the rim. "Tha trick's ta lay it on thicker with tha indigo on tha bottom, than ya draw it out and out and out... ya gotta let it dry a bit, but ya can't let it get to 'ard, otherwise tha paint doesn't blend and ya look laike a krififn' clown." the boy went on, describing his technique in detail. "Maybe Ai'll take ya up on th'at show and tell later, Ai could go on forever!"

The mascara, cheap and sidelined, was brought up for a brief time, but Laeonas moved past it by mentioning how it was only there as an accent. "What, Ai just leave mae eyes alone, surrounded by these wings? They're pretty enough on their own, but Ai wanted ta spice it up a bit more~"

"...ah, shite, ya still need ta 'ear about mae clothes!" He suddenly exclaimed, laughing as he took another drink. "So, um... Ai guess we'll go top to bottom? Well, tha earrings... Ai dunno who made these if I'm bein' honest. Picked em up on Chandrilla when Ai was selling spiiii....iiiiked wine!" He suddenly corrected, avoiding self incrimination in front of millions of viewers by a razor's edge. "All Ai know is that they were fairly expensive, and that they look karkin' gorgeous. Now... Ai picked up this vest around tha same time. Ai was 'eadin' ta some charity ball or whatever. Pretty sure it's Armani Versgacci; real expensive."

He than looked down at the tight fitting, smooth black pants he wore. "These... are a carbon fiber weave that blastech put out somewhere in tha 80's ABY, and they've been used by mercs for paddin' fer decades." He described, before adding, "but Ai thought they hugged mae calves nice, so Ai kept em on ta show off."
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@Rhogar