Demonic Coven and Bar (Read first page before posting)

Will you be a regular?

Yesh! +1	67.7%	[ 151 ]
No... D: < -1	6.3%	[ 14 ]
Poll Whore.	16.6%	[ 37 ]
I lovesh this place. ^_^ (+1)	9.4%	[ 21 ]
Total Votes:			[ 223 ]

[Hiro Ryu]

Hiro sat in the rafters waiting for other friends.

[Hiro Ryu]

He falls asleep in the rafters.

[Yomi_Kasahari]

The night is quiet, the moon only a sliver in the sky as a shadow detaches itself from the forest and glides gracefully toward the bar. It's impossible to see who or what it is in the darkness, only that its movements are slow and fluid, never showing any signs of weakness or clumsiness.

Upon reaching the bar, a pale hand reaches out to grasp the doorknob, and with a shove, the doors open, cracking on the walls as they slam against them. A cloaked figure makes its way into the bar, the doors slamming behind it hard, cracking the wood once again, though the person never shows any notice of it. The black cloth of the cloak billows out behind th person, the hood up and shadowing the face from view. However, even without any idea as to who this person is, it's obvious by the person's aura that they are not someone to mess around with. A shadow, a darkness surrounds this person, every movement, even as they sit down in the back of the room, screams of danger, of darkness, of evil.

[Hiro Ryu]

Yomi_Kasahari

The night is quiet, the moon only a sliver in the sky as a shadow detaches itself from the forest and glides gracefully toward the bar. It's impossible to see who or what it is in the darkness, only that its movements are slow and fluid, never showing any signs of weakness or clumsiness.

Upon reaching the bar, a pale hand reaches out to grasp the doorknob, and with a shove, the doors open, cracking on the walls as they slam against them. A cloaked figure makes its way into the bar, the doors slamming behind it hard, cracking the wood once again, though the person never shows any notice of it. The black cloth of the cloak billows out behind th person, the hood up and shadowing the face from view. However, even without any idea as to who this person is, it's obvious by the person's aura that they are not someone to mess around with. A shadow, a darkness surrounds this person, every movement, even as they sit down in the back of the room, screams of danger, of darkness, of evil.

Hiro perked up at the familiar sense, as he looked at the figure. He then jumped up, and climbed down. "Hello stranger, may I get you anything?" He asked lightly, as he moved to the figure. He felt the aura, but didn't become afraid of it, and his own collided with the strangers.

[Yomi_Kasahari]

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

The night is quiet, the moon only a sliver in the sky as a shadow detaches itself from the forest and glides gracefully toward the bar. It's impossible to see who or what it is in the darkness, only that its movements are slow and fluid, never showing any signs of weakness or clumsiness.

Upon reaching the bar, a pale hand reaches out to grasp the doorknob, and with a shove, the doors open, cracking on the walls as they slam against them. A cloaked figure makes its way into the bar, the doors slamming behind it hard, cracking the wood once again, though the person never shows any notice of it. The black cloth of the cloak billows out behind th person, the hood up and shadowing the face from view. However, even without any idea as to who this person is, it's obvious by the person's aura that they are not someone to mess around with. A shadow, a darkness surrounds this person, every movement, even as they sit down in the back of the room, screams of danger, of darkness, of evil.

Hiro perked up at the familiar sense, as he looked at the figure. He then jumped up, and climbed down. "Hello stranger, may I get you anything?" He asked lightly, as he moved to the figure. He felt the aura, but didn't become afraid of it, and his own collided with the strangers.

The person raises its head, as if looking at the person before them, but still it's impossible to see the person's face. "Let me be, and I shall be just fine...." a smooth voice hisses, feminine and full of menace, venom, and young, a teenager possibly, no older than seventeen.

[Hiro Ryu]

Yomi_Kasahari

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

The night is quiet, the moon only a sliver in the sky as a shadow detaches itself from the forest and glides gracefully toward the bar. It's impossible to see who or what it is in the darkness, only that its movements are slow and fluid, never showing any signs of weakness or clumsiness.

Upon reaching the bar, a pale hand reaches out to grasp the doorknob, and with a shove, the doors open, cracking on the walls as they slam against them. A cloaked figure makes its way into the bar, the doors slamming behind it hard, cracking the wood once again, though the person never shows any notice of it. The black cloth of the cloak billows out behind th person, the hood up and shadowing the face from view. However, even without any idea as to who this person is, it's obvious by the person's aura that they are not someone to mess around with. A shadow, a darkness surrounds this person, every movement, even as they sit down in the back of the room, screams of danger, of darkness, of evil.

Hiro perked up at the familiar sense, as he looked at the figure. He then jumped up, and climbed down. "Hello stranger, may I get you anything?" He asked lightly, as he moved to the figure. He felt the aura, but didn't become afraid of it, and his own collided with the strangers.

The person raises its head, as if looking at the person before them, but still it's impossible to see the person's face. "Let me be, and I shall be just fine...." a smooth voice hisses, feminine and full of menace, venom, and young, a teenager possibly, no older than seventeen.

He smirked. "I see... Alright then..." He then turned, and was going to jump into the rafters again. "Well, enjoy your stay."

[Yomi_Kasahari]

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

The night is quiet, the moon only a sliver in the sky as a shadow detaches itself from the forest and glides gracefully toward the bar. It's impossible to see who or what it is in the darkness, only that its movements are slow and fluid, never showing any signs of weakness or clumsiness.

Upon reaching the bar, a pale hand reaches out to grasp the doorknob, and with a shove, the doors open, cracking on the walls as they slam against them. A cloaked figure makes its way into the bar, the doors slamming behind it hard, cracking the wood once again, though the person never shows any notice of it. The black cloth of the cloak billows out behind th person, the hood up and shadowing the face from view. However, even without any idea as to who this person is, it's obvious by the person's aura that they are not someone to mess around with. A shadow, a darkness surrounds this person, every movement, even as they sit down in the back of the room, screams of danger, of darkness, of evil.

Hiro perked up at the familiar sense, as he looked at the figure. He then jumped up, and climbed down. "Hello stranger, may I get you anything?" He asked lightly, as he moved to the figure. He felt the aura, but didn't become afraid of it, and his own collided with the strangers.

The person raises its head, as if looking at the person before them, but still it's impossible to see the person's face. "Let me be, and I shall be just fine...." a smooth voice hisses, feminine and full of menace, venom, and young, a teenager possibly, no older than seventeen.

He smirked. "I see... Alright then..." He then turned, and was going to jump into the rafters again. "Well, enjoy your stay."

The woman looks around the room and, seeing no cameras and no one around but this man, she decides to take off her cloak, tired of wearing it. She stands and undoes the button holding the cloak around her, sliding it off her slender form and putting it on the table in front of her. Her silver eyes look around the room in curiosity, her raven black hair falling in waves down her back. Her face is all angles, as was her mothers, her silver eyes and white fangs being the only things she had recieved from her father. She turns her silver eyes to the man once more, narrow and cold, asking in a smooth but glacial voice, "Who are you?"

[Ragearmor]

walks around in the forest with his eyes closed and singing in a deep and lonely voice
"A last fire will rise behind those eyes
Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie
Immortal fear, that voice so clear
Through broken walls, that scream I hear

Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall
Come to your brother - Thou shall not die
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill

Blue masquerade, strangers look on
When will they learn this loneliness?
Temptation heat beats like a drum
Deep in your veins, I will not lie

Little sister - Thou shall not fall
Come to your brother - Thou shall not die
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill

My Shangri-Las
I can't forget
Why you were mine
I need you now

Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall
Come to your brother - Thou shall not die
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill"

[Hiro Ryu]

Yomi_Kasahari

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

The night is quiet, the moon only a sliver in the sky as a shadow detaches itself from the forest and glides gracefully toward the bar. It's impossible to see who or what it is in the darkness, only that its movements are slow and fluid, never showing any signs of weakness or clumsiness.

Upon reaching the bar, a pale hand reaches out to grasp the doorknob, and with a shove, the doors open, cracking on the walls as they slam against them. A cloaked figure makes its way into the bar, the doors slamming behind it hard, cracking the wood once again, though the person never shows any notice of it. The black cloth of the cloak billows out behind th person, the hood up and shadowing the face from view. However, even without any idea as to who this person is, it's obvious by the person's aura that they are not someone to mess around with. A shadow, a darkness surrounds this person, every movement, even as they sit down in the back of the room, screams of danger, of darkness, of evil.

Hiro perked up at the familiar sense, as he looked at the figure. He then jumped up, and climbed down. "Hello stranger, may I get you anything?" He asked lightly, as he moved to the figure. He felt the aura, but didn't become afraid of it, and his own collided with the strangers.

The person raises its head, as if looking at the person before them, but still it's impossible to see the person's face. "Let me be, and I shall be just fine...." a smooth voice hisses, feminine and full of menace, venom, and young, a teenager possibly, no older than seventeen.

He smirked. "I see... Alright then..." He then turned, and was going to jump into the rafters again. "Well, enjoy your stay."

The woman looks around the room and, seeing no cameras and no one around but this man, she decides to take off her cloak, tired of wearing it. She stands and undoes the button holding the cloak around her, sliding it off her slender form and putting it on the table in front of her. Her silver eyes look around the room in curiosity, her raven black hair falling in waves down her back. Her face is all angles, as was her mothers, her silver eyes and white fangs being the only things she had recieved from her father. She turns her silver eyes to the man once more, narrow and cold, asking in a smooth but glacial voice, "Who are you?"

He looked at her. "My name is Hiro, owner of this establishment... And who be you?" He asked, as he stood looking at her.

[Yomi_Kasahari]

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

The night is quiet, the moon only a sliver in the sky as a shadow detaches itself from the forest and glides gracefully toward the bar. It's impossible to see who or what it is in the darkness, only that its movements are slow and fluid, never showing any signs of weakness or clumsiness.

Upon reaching the bar, a pale hand reaches out to grasp the doorknob, and with a shove, the doors open, cracking on the walls as they slam against them. A cloaked figure makes its way into the bar, the doors slamming behind it hard, cracking the wood once again, though the person never shows any notice of it. The black cloth of the cloak billows out behind th person, the hood up and shadowing the face from view. However, even without any idea as to who this person is, it's obvious by the person's aura that they are not someone to mess around with. A shadow, a darkness surrounds this person, every movement, even as they sit down in the back of the room, screams of danger, of darkness, of evil.

Hiro perked up at the familiar sense, as he looked at the figure. He then jumped up, and climbed down. "Hello stranger, may I get you anything?" He asked lightly, as he moved to the figure. He felt the aura, but didn't become afraid of it, and his own collided with the strangers.

The person raises its head, as if looking at the person before them, but still it's impossible to see the person's face. "Let me be, and I shall be just fine...." a smooth voice hisses, feminine and full of menace, venom, and young, a teenager possibly, no older than seventeen.

He smirked. "I see... Alright then..." He then turned, and was going to jump into the rafters again. "Well, enjoy your stay."

The woman looks around the room and, seeing no cameras and no one around but this man, she decides to take off her cloak, tired of wearing it. She stands and undoes the button holding the cloak around her, sliding it off her slender form and putting it on the table in front of her. Her silver eyes look around the room in curiosity, her raven black hair falling in waves down her back. Her face is all angles, as was her mothers, her silver eyes and white fangs being the only things she had recieved from her father. She turns her silver eyes to the man once more, narrow and cold, asking in a smooth but glacial voice, "Who are you?"

He looked at her. "My name is Hiro, owner of this establishment... And who be you?" He asked, as he stood looking at her.

She looks at him, her eyes penetrating, cold, hard, making her look just as heartless as her aura feels, none of her emotions showing on her face, in her eyes, or even in her body. Nothing but cold, hard, deadness.... Finally, after a few moments of silence, she replies in her smooth voice, "I am Kira Van Aden, daughter of Tristan and Ashi Van Aden..." Her voice is formal, much as one use to introduce theirselves long ago. She looks like a seventeen year old goth girl, with her baggy black trip pants and black mesh jacket over a tight black tank top.

[Hiro Ryu]

Yomi_Kasahari

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

The person raises its head, as if looking at the person before them, but still it's impossible to see the person's face. "Let me be, and I shall be just fine...." a smooth voice hisses, feminine and full of menace, venom, and young, a teenager possibly, no older than seventeen.

He smirked. "I see... Alright then..." He then turned, and was going to jump into the rafters again. "Well, enjoy your stay."

The woman looks around the room and, seeing no cameras and no one around but this man, she decides to take off her cloak, tired of wearing it. She stands and undoes the button holding the cloak around her, sliding it off her slender form and putting it on the table in front of her. Her silver eyes look around the room in curiosity, her raven black hair falling in waves down her back. Her face is all angles, as was her mothers, her silver eyes and white fangs being the only things she had recieved from her father. She turns her silver eyes to the man once more, narrow and cold, asking in a smooth but glacial voice, "Who are you?"

He looked at her. "My name is Hiro, owner of this establishment... And who be you?" He asked, as he stood looking at her.

She looks at him, her eyes penetrating, cold, hard, making her look just as heartless as her aura feels, none of her emotions showing on her face, in her eyes, or even in her body. Nothing but cold, hard, deadness.... Finally, after a few moments of silence, she replies in her smooth voice, "I am Kira Van Aden, daughter of Tristan and Ashi Van Aden..." Her voice is formal, much as one use to introduce theirselves long ago. She looks like a seventeen year old goth girl, with her baggy black trip pants and black mesh jacket over a tight black tank top.

"Charmed, I'm sure... Well, alright..." He walks off, as he waves. "Call me if you need anything... Otherwise, Imma nap for a bit..."

[DemonOfBeauty21]

*female vampire walks into the bar and sits down on a stool* Vodka *she states for her drink. When the shot glass is handed to her she bites her wrist to draw some blood and lets it drip into the drink then she downs it. She smiles showing her white fangs and a drop of her drink slides down her fang*mmm^^

[Hiro Ryu]

DemonOfBeauty21

*female vampire walks into the bar and sits down on a stool* Vodka *she states for her drink. When the shot glass is handed to her she bites her wrist to draw some blood and lets it drip into the drink then she downs it. She smiles showing her white fangs and a drop of her drink slides down her fang*mmm^^

Hiro looks at the newcomer, and sighs. "Hmmm... I wonder who served that drink if I didn't... No one applied yet..." He said to himself, then got up, and jumped to in front of her. "Hello miss... How are you tonight?"

[Yomi_Kasahari]

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

Hiro Ryu

Yomi_Kasahari

The person raises its head, as if looking at the person before them, but still it's impossible to see the person's face. "Let me be, and I shall be just fine...." a smooth voice hisses, feminine and full of menace, venom, and young, a teenager possibly, no older than seventeen.

He smirked. "I see... Alright then..." He then turned, and was going to jump into the rafters again. "Well, enjoy your stay."

The woman looks around the room and, seeing no cameras and no one around but this man, she decides to take off her cloak, tired of wearing it. She stands and undoes the button holding the cloak around her, sliding it off her slender form and putting it on the table in front of her. Her silver eyes look around the room in curiosity, her raven black hair falling in waves down her back. Her face is all angles, as was her mothers, her silver eyes and white fangs being the only things she had recieved from her father. She turns her silver eyes to the man once more, narrow and cold, asking in a smooth but glacial voice, "Who are you?"

He looked at her. "My name is Hiro, owner of this establishment... And who be you?" He asked, as he stood looking at her.

She looks at him, her eyes penetrating, cold, hard, making her look just as heartless as her aura feels, none of her emotions showing on her face, in her eyes, or even in her body. Nothing but cold, hard, deadness.... Finally, after a few moments of silence, she replies in her smooth voice, "I am Kira Van Aden, daughter of Tristan and Ashi Van Aden..." Her voice is formal, much as one use to introduce theirselves long ago. She looks like a seventeen year old goth girl, with her baggy black trip pants and black mesh jacket over a tight black tank top.

"Charmed, I'm sure... Well, alright..." He walks off, as he waves. "Call me if you need anything... Otherwise, Imma nap for a bit..."

~There is one thing you may be able to help me with.... I have heard rumors that a woman by the name of Noel has been in contact with you many times over the years, though within the past twenty years she has vanished completely. I have also heard that you were very close to this Noel, is this true?~ She speaks in his mind, her voice smooth.

[DemonOfBeauty21]

Hiro Ryu

DemonOfBeauty21

*female vampire walks into the bar and sits down on a stool* Vodka *she states for her drink. When the shot glass is handed to her she bites her wrist to draw some blood and lets it drip into the drink then she downs it. She smiles showing her white fangs and a drop of her drink slides down her fang*mmm^^

Hiro looks at the newcomer, and sighs. "Hmmm... I wonder who served that drink if I didn't... No one applied yet..." He said to himself, then got up, and jumped to in front of her. "Hello miss... How are you tonight?"

Good thank you *looks at him with her bright almost white eyes* What's it like to own this place with all the evil lerking about?