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❥Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Bᴀᴄᴋ-sᴛᴏʀʏ ;;
In this city, the residents are clearly happy and content with their environment. They seem to have pride in the city, more so what they have contributed to it. The atmosphere in this place is uplifting to all who come -may it be for visits or residency- and the streets are consumed by pleasurable , sense-arousing things. Especially art and music. But not everything is what it seems. ~
The majority of the population is made up of Cambions, Incubuses, and Succubi ; All of whom use these sense-arousing creations to lure humans into the city, for good. Naturally, humans had originally settled this city but our little friends had joined them in the conquest. And surprisingly, the humans and demons have lived harmonically ever since. They accepted the fate of being victimized by these darling looking beings, becoming friends and significant others with them. Which seems to contradict their harmfully promiscuous reputations. Alas, the Succubi, Incubuses and their hybrid offspring were pleased with this change of mind set. For these creatures have never meant harm by their behaviors; they were doing what they needed to survive.
Now though, somethings have changed. The inhuman beings have split into two, stereotypical groups; The good and the bad. To sum it up, The Good group is composed of beings who follow they 'old code' and the Bad group is composed of those who have strayed away from that path. Typically, you'll find those of the Bad group to misuse their powerful looks and commit more promiscuous tendencies. They enjoy the thrill, it's as simple of that. This group is primarily composed of Cambions. As for the Good ones, they're more likely to try to befriend the humans and blend in with them, only doing the deed when they absolutely have to.
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❥Rᴜʟᴇs ` ;;
I`ll make these as clear as I possibly can ~
⒈ Follow the To`s. I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴏᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ.
⒉Keep it Pg. Sixteen-Seventeen. Yes, we are dealing with Succubi and Incubuses and Cambions (Oh my ;D) but we don't need elaborate sex scenes or people killing each other for unknown reasons. As for cussing- not every other words but I won't mind if you do. [For it would be hypocritical for me to tell you not to do it..then do it myself. c:]
⒊No God-modding, Auto hitting, what ever it may be. It's in the Gaia To`s.
⒋ Enjoy yourselves. Don't take everything seriously. We're not in a war movie or anything of the sorts. This is taking place in a city were this breed of demon and humans get along -with the exception of misbehaving rebels- but that doesn't mean they can't have fun. You know, make friends, lovers, enemies, jobs..? Keep it cool.
⒌ Age reference...Eighteen as the lowest - Fourty as the highest. But no *****, please and thank you.~
⒍ Respect each other! In and out of character. If a fight breaks out..what ever but don't go 'up-to' every character and be like, "You dirty hoe!" M`kay?
⒎ Send me the reserves and profiles titled as ❝Shall I be welcomed?❞
Add a ツ to that too. ~
And There won't be any rush for you to send a profile. Once I have you locked in with the reserve, you're a member of the family.
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❥Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs && ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇs ;;
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❝ I`m a gentle giant..with a slightly dangerous side. ~❞
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Tʜᴇ O ᴜ ᴛ ᴇ ʀLᴀʏᴇʀ ;;
❥ Name╶ Akatou Orion Lovarie
❥ Nickname╶ Aka, Aki or Orion
❥ Age╶ Twenty Two
❥ Gender╶ Male
❥ Species╶ Incubus
❥ Type╶ Kind of Retro, though a bit devious at times. ~
❥ Sexuality╶ Heterosexual, but Curious too.
Tʜᴇ I ɴ ɴ ᴇ ʀ Lᴀʏᴇʀ
∽People with passions. ∽Warm weather. ∽Music, Books, etc. ∽Playful behavior.
∼Obnoxiousness.. ∼The taste of liquor, it's just nasty. ∼Being put on the spot.
Mᴍᴍ, Tʜᴇ C ᴏ ʀ ᴇ
❥ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ~
From afar, Introverted ; Naturalistic in most matters. But once met, Aki is actually a gentle soul. He doesn't mean any harm but what he does. It's just a way of life, a way of life that isn't so bad. He cares about the people he's with, may they be the same species or human. That's mostly because of they way he had raised himself. But he does have a mischievous, playful side to him, an inner self to per se. He's the kind of being that has a persona for fitting in and another to fulfill his own desires.
❥ Bɪᴏɢʀᴘᴀʜʏ ~
Aki ; Six foot-two, Brunette- Orangeish eyes, was born of two pure parents. His mother, cautiously playful and his father, sadly sympathetic of the human species were always ones to follow by the old code. They took pride in being able to associate themselves with the strangely admirable human beings, always taking a gentle approach to luring them in. And despite the fact that they had to openly cheat on one another, they seemed have a strong- loving bond. One that seemed impenetrable. His father had always said that if it was meant to be then promiscuous behavior would never tear them apart. That it was natural, nothing could be done about it. Sadly, this quote had no meaning to the two once the doors were closed. You could, almost always, find the two going at it like cats and dogs. They couldn't stand to even look each other in the eyes at the dinner table. Let alone have to sleep in the same, filthy bed.
After Akatou was born, they desperately tried to push aside the temptations to claw at each others throats. They figured that if they slipped on a good poker face, the child wouldn't see anything. They were oh-so mistaken though. The child knew that the two hated each other and despised the fact that they allowed themselves to have a child. One time, One mistake. As his mother put it at one point.
Just before puberty set in for Aki, the two split up ; Unable to tolerate each other any longer.It was devastating for the child. He was now coming into the phase were his true promiscuous inner self was beginning to shine through the clouds. Their divorce meant that he would no longer have guidance into this newly formed world. His father could have cared less about Akatou, always saying that he had the face of the woman he despised. Which, nonetheless, meant that the kid was one his own. In other words, He would be tossed the Old Code and told to figure it out on his own. A mistake that his father would regret.
Once Akatou began junior high, things started spiraling down. He tried his best to keep a conservative, unapproachable aura about him but it was weak in the eyes of the woman. Men on the other hand, couldn't stand to see his face, their eyes always filled with envy. Which was fine with the boy until High school came along. Men became ruthless towards Aki. Which started driving him towards some seriously dirty deeds.
He would find a way to get back at the males who taunted him by sneaking around them and swooning their lovers off their feet. Which was an easy task to accomplish and it felt damn good. He enjoyed the thrill of seeing dumb founded expressions that followed the day after. It was a successful job -well done.All was not well with this revenge though, it had ruined his reputation immensely. Demolishing any chance of having a normal school life. By his senior year, any human being within a mile radius avoided him. Even the girl's who eagerly wanted him stayed there distance, which he admired. If you have enough will power to distance yourself from something you avidly crave, then you were to be revered. Or that's how he saw it during those years of his life.
During his collage days, his behaviors slowed to a more suitable pace. One that contradict his previous disposition. People were even more willing to approach the seemingly introverted man, pleased at the way he handled himself. It was a breath of fresh air for the Incubus but he still held the sensual inner self that he had created years before his time.
Nowadays, he remains the same way; keeping mask on for society and taking it off once in his own personal space. Akatou makes his way through everyday attempting to contain the childish urge to pounce, some better than others. It's quite difficult for him in all retrospect. His job as a bar manager at night is a temptation that can be all too good at times. As for his day job, he's not nearly as challenging, all he has to do is walk around other shops and make sure they're in tact. Yet, to contradict that, it can be just as tempting as his night job. It usually depends on how self-controlled he chooses to be. ~
T ɪ ᴅ - B ɪ ᴛ s
❥ Aki isn't as loose minded as he may seem, He's actually quite intelligent and decent when it comes to certain matters. Especially when the matter pertains to his jobs. Aside from his jobs, his personality varies with the environment he's place in. For instance, at home..He's an enjoyable person to be around ; hospitable to most but at work he's far easier to annoy; less likely to contend with someone's inability to properly run their business.
A fun fact about his middle name ; The night of his mother's labor, she had been star gazing and was looking at Orion's belt. Thus where she received the idea to give him the middle name he has. It can also be pronounced two ways, O◦Rye◦on or Or◦ee◦on. ~♥
Jᴜɴᴇ 16 `
Once again, it's that time of year!
The tourist are on their way from far and wide. ~
And We're expected to have even more beings this season
than any other so, you business guru's make sure you're
able to provide the lovelies with every little thing they need. ~
As for our business sector, we have some anonnecments. ;;
The first involves the infamous Orion`s Bar :
Will be opening early for the
next month due to the
premature flood of tourists this month!
New cocktails, delicacies and decor
are sure to reign in the love. ~
And the second, Zion Ltd : Is thriving more than ever
and still holding the number one spot in the
Military weaponry and technology
bureau! So, don't hesitate to stop on by. ~
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A swift hand came crashing down over the, what seemed to be, beckoning electronic. The man, of whom controlled the hand, groaned in protest to the rude awakening. His brows furrowed past his messy, brunette hair as he slid his body up from it's belly-down position. The man had worked assiduously the past two nights, prepping the bar for the flood of customer's to come. It was indeed a lot of work but it would be worth it, hopefully. It would be a shame to slave over the new decor, condiments and what not for absolutely nothing. More so, it would be a shame for the others who had helped him in the process.
Akatou rose from his comfortable bed, placing warm feet onto the cooled wood flooring of his home. The difference of temperature sent shivers through his half nude body, a sight that wasn't rare in his four walls. In response, he wrapped his arms around himself and slyly made his way into his kitchen, curious if anything had happened. To his own amazement, he was honestly and truly on his own. Not a single breath beyond his own was anywhere to be found. I don't know how I feel about this just yet. His subconscious laughed as he waltzed around the warmed hued room. He searched the cabinetry for the red container labeled Well House but was fooled. Aki didn't drink coffee all of the time, in fact, he only drank the delicacy when it was offered. So, with that stuffed back into his mind he went on to find a pot for his tea.
After making, and consuming, two cups of herbal tea, the male headed into the bathroom and prepared himself for the day to come. The warmth from the shower was a grand relief to his aching body. It was exactly what he needed to wake up as well. If he had his way, his lazy romp would be back in that queen sized bed, wrapped in those wonderfully lush blankets.
Akatou was dressed in a casual, yet professional, matter today. His day job was going to require him to wonder the streets and check up on the businesses. Which was good, it would get him out of the office, but it was also a daunting task. There were so many shops in this little town and he only two others who could, just barely, be entrusted. The male stretched his slender arms into the arm, letting out a heavy exhale as he scoured the list of companies. "Mm. Which one should I go to first?" He rose his brow, coming to the conclusion that he would go to the office then make a decision.
Once at the office, Aki prepped the paperwork, placing them into a loose briefcase then reading the list of companies once again. "Toua, would you be able to cover the southern side?" He asked one his employees, of whom flushed in the face. Her blues eyes shook eagerly as the met his. "Y-yes, Sir!" Her voice was preppy and joy-filled. Which was a pleasant change in atmosphere considering the other employee looked like they had awoken from the grave. Aki flashed a ginger smile to Toua then looked to the zombified male in the corner. "I know, I know. Take the western busines-" The brunette male held his hands up, slightly annoyed at the rudeness he was countered with. He shook his head, "No, I'll be handling the western businesses. You'll be in charge of the eastern. " He paused for a moment, then walked over to the desk the male employee sat at. "And since you seem to be having such a lovely day, you can also handle the northern side." He flashed a vivid, yet sarcastic, smile to the other male then headed out the building, making his way to his car.
Zion Ltd. He began thinking as he turned the key in the ignition. Isn't that the military based business? The one that the other workers rave about..Aki grinned, taking note to the famous reputation that Zion Ltd had gained. It would be interesting to meet the owner for the first time. Through all of the years of taking over his father's company, he had never once visited the western businesses, They were always Bryen's - the zombified employee's- responsibility.
Within a half hour, Akatou had arrived. His arrival seemed to attracted attention from wondering tourists and citizens. The early detection made him feel momentarily uncomfortable. How did did they know it was him? He drove a normal, some-what, crappy car. Yes, it looked decent and was clearly cared for but it should be this prominent, should it? The male sighed heavily the grabbed his black, leather briefcase and walked up to the front door. The door, of which, wasn't open yet. Which was reasonable since it was still fairly early. So, he would until the owner came to unlock it. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ❤~A ᴋ ᴀ ᴛ ᴏ ᴜ ~❤
The wondrous, gruff sound of first Sargent in the military beckoned two beings. The Sargent was six foot seven inches, two hundred and fifteen pounds of muscle and nonetheless the father of the two individuals of whom he had called. He fully dressed in his uniform, standing proudly in his new home. It was quite cozy, pictures of previous trips covered the brown walls and the flooring was a beautiful oak color. The aroma of homemade cooking filled every room of the house, making even the strongest of men fall to their knees like puppy-dogs. His wife's cooking was simply the best, as to be expected from such a woman.
Meanwhile, as the Sargent surveyed his home, a light stirring was being made upstairs. In a medium sized room, painted with a pastel brown and stripped with lush green stripes, a body wiggled under black covers. It squirmed inhumanly from side to side, groaning in protest. For a mere second, it froze, its hair peaking, oh-so slightly, from the top. It appeared that it was falling back into its slumber but, one would be mistaken to think so. The body flew upwards, appearing to gain the needed information in its current situation. It's hair draped in every known direction over the wide, blue eyes, of which looked side from side. The half naked individual tossed the comforter from over itself and scooted off of the bed; goosebumps consuming every inch of exposed flesh.
That goose-bump covered male was the eldest son, Belldon Perrie. Roughly five feet, seven inches in height, he was was also the shortest in his family. Anessa, the youngest child, was five feet, nine. It was the one thing the boy was least confident about even though it compensated for other things, such as his cuteness. "Hurry it up you two!" The voice boomed into the male's ears as he made his way to and fro from the personal bathroom and closet, clearly displaying his lack of awareness. One would think that a boy of the age sixteen would be able to gather his thoughts more clearly.
Belldon was still attempting to gather his thoughts as he tossed a set of clothing onto his bed. The new room was very much so foreign to him. It had a different layout, coloring, flooring, everything. It was a pain to have to constantly change things around. He would rather have his beautiful room from his Italian home here than this huge cluster f--k. The male tousled his hair from the stressful awakening then sighed. "Okay, I need pants..?" He tilted his head, realizing that he had pulled out a skirt from his closest. A grim expression washed over his face, of which had the impression of his tangled headphone wires on it. "Anessa!"
The foreign child had made his way downstairs, clothing in hand. His father and his sister stood at the bottom of the stairs; his father ready to head out and his sister..well, she stood there with a wicked grin. "So, did you like the surprise?" She asked, her untamed blonde hair covering her left eye. The sarcasm was undeniable. Her voice nearly oozed it. "Oh, of course. Just remember, I know karma." He smirked happily as he past her, his head held high. "Okay, Okay. Come on. Training first, stupidity later." His father looked at the his children, of whom both looked a mess, and shook his head. Sometimes, he wondered how they were even his.
After two hours physical training, Bel made his way to the upstairs bathroom and showered. It was a relief to stand under the cool water. His father had mercilessly worked his sister and him to the bone this morning. Sadly, the shower had to be brief in duration. The father figure had left them only an hour to dress themselves. Breakfast was out of the equation as well. It was a shame too, his mother had made her famous pancakes. They were always perfectly cooked, which was a shock. No one in the family would have guessed that she was such a good cook. If it wasn't for her military status, she would have become a chef. A job that the short male would have deemed more fitting.
Shower..done, clothing..on and everything..completed. He made the finishing touches to his morning routine, somewhat astonished that he still had time to spare. Obviously he wouldn't go downstairs, for if were to more duties, also known as chores, would be bestowed upon him. The peace was a breath of fresh air. It gave him time to think about what he was exactly going to do about all of this. He was going to new school, once again. Not only that but the students were American students, not European ones. They probably acted a lot differently too. Hell, that was a given. Americans, from what he had heard, were of at a different standard of living than what he was used to. Those in Italy, Germany and Japan differed in social standards all on their own thus why it wouldn't be a huge slap to encounter any abnormal behaviors.
After about ten minutes, his sister and him were called down stairs once more. They exchanged hugs with their mother, of whom was covered in flour. "Don't make a fool of yourselves! Especially you, Bel, I don't want to have to pick you up because you fell up the stairs!" Her face was bright with pleasure as she saw them off. Cathy Perrie, one truly happy woman. She was always so proud of them even when they acted up. She was also the only reason why Belldon didn't bother with people most of the time. He wanted to avoid any sort of being who could change him into a disgrace to his mother. The boy dreads the day that he does something to spite her but he wouldn't be ignorant, or in denial, towards the fact that that day would come sooner or later.
Eventually, Bel found himself standing in front of the large school that who have to grow accustomed to. Other students passed him by, looking at him strangely as they did so. Luckily, the people here smelled better. There some in his previous school who simply didn't know what a shower was so, the sweet smells of perfume and cleanliness were amazing to his already sensitive nose. "Hey! You new here?" One boy came up from behind him abruptly and smiled. His hair was a crisp brown and his eyes, they were a light hazel color that vividly played off of his tanned skin; and to his own demise, the other was much taller than him. Oh boy. Bel swallowed lightly then looked to the other boy. "Yeah, I just moved here from Italy last month.."
The other boy laughed, "Dude! That's cool, come on, let's get in the building then talk, kay?" The brunette male seemed quite relaxed with welcoming people into his space. This was something that he would have to get used to. Nonetheless, he followed the tall boy and chatted with him. His name was Chase and a Sophomore. After speaking with him, his mind eased into the mind set of the school. In a way, he prayed that his peers would be like that guy. It would make his time here far more pleasant. "Hey, time to get to class. I`ll catch you later."
"Class, I know it's late in the school year and you're all eager for summer to come so you can quit listening to me talk every morning. " The teacher spoke with confidence in his words, attempting to be funny. The students, however, were not amused. Their dull reaction almost made him grin. That poor old man. His mind laughed as he looked past his black hair. The boy's blue eyes vaguely captured the silhouettes of his peers faces. Most of them were dully dressed, with the exception of a few. Those few being either highly keen on fashion or in a certain clique. Once again, the teacher grasped his attention by speaking. He gave a weak smile and obeyed happily, taking his seat next to doodling female. He tossed his bag to the floor next to him and observed the miscellaneous glances he received. It was still such a strange feeling to have people stare. It really didn't matter where you lived; if you were new, you would be starred at.
Bel sat their awkwardly, awaiting for the teacher to begin the lessons for the day. It was taking him forever to take class attendance though. So, with boredom setting in, he turned his focus onto the little scene that the person next to him was sketching out. It appeared to be the famous love sick characters from Romeo and Juliet. The tale of lovers who were forbidden to lover one another. A true tragedy, even though it was their own stupidity that got them killed. "That's really good." He whispered to the other being, looking up from the image to the face of its creator. His face probably looked like that of a baby's from her view. Which would be slightly embarrassing if pointed out but the other didn't appear to be the kind of person to point that out and, quite frankly, if he wanted to avoid being looked at as a baby face then he should pick his head up from the desk. Otherwise, it would be his doing if it was murmured among others. Stop fretting! No one's going to point out your little things. You're over thinking your judgement on these people! He cursed within his subconscious, still observing the doodle.