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Alright, now here comes the rest. Rules, guild rules apply. As does Gaia rules. I would like if we could keep an equal amount of genders present, and humans may be needed. I can agree to turnings if the human agrees also.
All creatures are welcome.
And it is a modern setting so guns and such are allowed.
I'd like it if you could give a description or a picture of your charrie, and please let's stay original. ^^
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Name: Jerick (J like in Jaques)
Age: 132
Gender: Male in appearance
Species: Tin Man (A sort of steamworks robot built through demon arts and a human sacrifice)
Bio: Jerick is one of 14 Tin Men built by a demon called Arzrakuhl, he was rejected by his creator because of his psychotic tendencies. He spent many years of his life slaughtering for the shear joy of it, sometimes razing entire villages. He eventually was "shut down" and fell into a coma, he just recently woke up.
Weapons: He has several weapons built into him, mostly projectile and blade.
Pic/Characteristics: (Will send later)

Name: Jack (Jackie or Kira) Foxwood ((Her real last name is Arashi))
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Species: Human ((Ninja/Samurai))
Bio: Born in a family who were the decendants of powerful ninja, she learned about supernatural beings at a very young age. Her who family was murdered by a rogue werewolf when she was 9. She had miraculously escaped and locked herself in the lonely household for 6 years, training and sharpening her skills as a shinobi and samurai, the last of the Arashi family.
Weapons: Katana and Broadsword
Pic/Characteristics: ((I haven't finished her pic yet, so I'll just give a description....)) Jack has short crimson hair and minty blue/green eyes, but she likes to wear red contacts. She wears a black bowler hat, a dark gray vest over a long sleeved, black button-up shirt, the sleeves usually rolled up, and a pair of ripped and faded dark blue jeans over black and white basketball sneakers. For accessories, she wears dog tags, a black and white striped tennis wristband on her left wrist and a short black leather wristie on her right hand. She also paints her nails black.

(( Thankyou all for joining. ^^ I shall now post the beginning. So let's have some fun shall we? ))

His dark red eyes seemed to glisten in the dark as he walked through the shadows on the street. It is midnight sharp, and still the city is bustling even at this hour. To his left, a small city park with it's little pond at the center and playground for kids. As he walked farther, he looked to his right, an abandoned church, it's doors and windows boarded up, along with a small cemetary to the side of it.

It was a little farther down the sidealk he decided to stop for a sit on a bench, his long pointed ears slightly hidden beneath the mass of dark brown hair and curling demonic horns that curved around the ears to his cheeks, also hidden beneath the mass. Sighing, Tajj looked at his wrist, a bad habbit he supposed. For there was no wrist watch there, but a thick, leather band with his family crest burned into the fine brown strip.

A gift on his 114th birthday, and a rare visit to his family. Tajj was never a family person, though he did like to gather with friends and party with his prey till he could make his move. He was like many other demons, a night owl as the humans would say, sleep durning the day and party all night. Though for him, the sun did nothing but make him lethargic and tired as if his vision blurred and became a red cloud in his eyes.

Tajj of course, did walk during the day, but only under the protection of a jacket and hood. Which did nothing for him except make him look, to the humans, as a creeper or gangster. Which he was neither, but a fine Incubus and also very old fashioned. His clothes spoke of an ancient life. A brown and white leather coat, finely made. Faded jeans though, took the place of the once brown leather pants, and brown leather Doc Martins took the place of bare feet. And his feet were nothing to be shown either. His toes were like claws, as were his hands,nails sharp and pointed.

But he had to keep himself timely with the fashions of today or he really would look the demon he was and not be able to hunt very well. Sighing again, he knew so. Sadly. Tajj looked at the couples walking the sidealks, hand in hand and giggling gaily. He could feel the demon rising up, his bloodlust craving such a fine throat as he could find. And his fangs began to descend upon his lips, making indents into the soft skin until they pierced it, and he drank the little drops from his lip.

He had to get rid of the thirst soon, though he had already fed once today, and didn't like taking more than he needed. He was subtle. And prefered it that way.

He noticed the purr of a motorcycle engine, a little ways from him in the park. And the girl getting on it wasn't exactly giving him the friendliest look in the world, but she had seen the couple too. His hot blood began to race excitedly at the sight of the two sacks of flesh holding hands and walking together gaily. Again, the hunger called to him, forcing his just receded fangs back down poking at his tender lips. Tajj sighed softly, wondering if this curse would ever quit to make him hungry.

Then again, his power to seduce his prey by ways of pheromones and smell was interesting at this time, when he could grab two for one. The motorcycle seemed to hold more of an interest to him though, and doing another human habit, he flipped his bangs to the side with a toss of his head, exposing the poking elf like ears and ribbed curving horns. His eyes drank in the details of the obvious custom bike and the clean shine of it's metal body. He couldn't help but smirk. He was fascinated with the modern technology of man.

Tajj couldn't help to buy a brand new Shelby Mustang, of the 2010 concepts. He loved the sleek black body and white racing stripe running up it's middle. Though he a demon, he had accumulated some money during his travels through the decades. A rather large amount as well. For he also had quite a few old muscle cars in his garage. And a Ducati 2005 as well. He loved all international and American made cars. He was brought back from thought as his senses picked up the girl's scent, and his eyes noticed the katana she carried. Not an ordinary girl he thought, with a stiffening of his limbs.

He didn't want to, but seeing he was going to anyways, stood and began his fast walking pace over towards the park, instead of his stroll in the graveyard for the headstone that had once been his brother's, as he still watched the girl on the motorcycle.

Tajj turned at the footings of a wolf, who was bouncing around him as if wanting to distract him from his curiosity. Maybe for good reasons. The wolf looked normal, though it came up to his waist. And the scent was a mixture of human and animal. Maybe a shapeshifter. He stopped his pace, curious now about the animal acting so hyperly around him. "Calm yourself, what has you in such an uproar?" he asked aloud, putting out his hand for her to scent, a human habit if your unfamiliar with animals and unsure if they will attack.

Tajj looked from the girl on the bike to the curious wolf. And sighing he decided best leave the obvious hunter girl alone, and save himself another day. His dark red eyes wondering silently. 'Hmm... There are many interesting people out this night, I think I'll have fun with this.' he thought with a soft smile, which barely touched his eyes, though exposed enough of his canines to show they weren't the normal length.

Tajj nodded. "Ahh, I see. You don't want me to go near her do you? Alright alright, I'll follow..." he said softly to the wolf. His mind set on finding out who this shape-shifter was, instead of his interest in the other girl. He followed her and walked beside the wolf, now seeing she wanted to get away from the human hunter.

He shook his head, thinking to himself. He was just popular tonight, but then again that was his ego talking.