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>>Play with fire and you'll get burned, that's what his parents used to say. The male sat up in the tree, missing his old gun. Yeah. His gun. A buete that he weilded well, always getting his shot. His old pistol. But play with fire and you'll get burned and he had felt the flames. Hunting vampires, werewolves, and demons...it had to catch up to him sometime. And a bright violet eyed male with purple and red highlights didn't exactly blend in too well, so he often ran into the trouble of seeing old 'pals' again. He wish though he hadn't quit his job though, he WAS one of the best policeman they ever had. Well. At least he thought so. Ratch shook his head, a hand falling where his gun used to sit at. They could have at LEAST let him keep his pistol though, for crying out loud!<<

((For ze hawt panda man))
Altin paces slowly out the door of the tower, heading for the lake. It had been an interesting day, meeting all those new anthros. He needed time to think about it, to process it, to cope. He finds a quiet spot in a copse of trees and sits down, in the cross legged pose. He begins to do meditation style breathing.

As he does so, he started to connect feelings to people, and also to his past. When he had met Aria Starstone, he was reminded of his very vague memories of his mother. She had been beautiful, as he recalled. He sighs softly, wincing at the memories of the raiders that had killed her, cut her down trying to protect him. He had escaped, barely. He was only on of a very few children from his village to do so. Most of them had been taken by the raiders.

Morgathim... He was, in his odd way, like Beltris, the monk that had found the children, and taken them to his monastery to protect them. He had looked so odd to the children, terrifying.. and yet wanted to protect them, and saved them all. Like Morgath's desire to protect the innocent. Beltris had taught Altin how to meditate, he remembered how firm yet kind he had been.

Sianna and Alleena... his first love and his first lover he was reminded of. Sianna was beautiful, but untouchable, not interested in him, much as Bella had been. Bella had been like a sister to him, though he had hoped for more. She had fallen in love with another... and left him heartbroken. He had run straight into the sensuous arms of Laika.... Alleena, daughter of Lust, was rather like her in her openly active ways... Though Alleena seemed less cold hearted. Laika had used her sexuality as a weapon... Alleena was innocent of that.

Others swirled through his mind, some finding people they connected with, some didn't. Nonetheless, he decided he would fit in here, as long as no one asked why he always wore black. He would never talk about the death of his mother to one who asked. He had to volunteer that, and no stranger would get that.

((Background info on the panda.))

As a child, he was loved by his family for his heavenly voice. As a young man, he was loved by the world for the same.

Growing up, Levi couldn't have asked for more loving and devoted parents. A hard-working and supportive father, a loving and encouraging mother, and indulgence for his passions. Early on it was discovered that he was blessed with musical talent, when his soft angelic voice was heard throughout the halls of his home. His mother wept tears of joy and his father smiled with hope for a bright future. Such were the plans when fine private tutors were hired to expand his musical repitoire and strengthen his talents. In his adolecense, Levi put all of his heart into his passion and was rewarded with the adoration of many, and more that would come in the later years. He doubled in his efforts and soon, his music was heard around the world.

His name was known by all who saw him. Wherever he tred, those who worshiped his voice would shower him with praise and tears, requesting photos and autographs to prove that they had been in his presence. He drank up his fame like ambrosia, bathing himself in the spotlight of glory. Sitting so high upon his pedistal, it would take something of unearthly proportions to bring him down to Earth once more. Such a miracle would come in the form of a girl.

It was a romance that was too quick and too soon. Neither knew what love truly was. Even still, there was devotion in her eyes when she gazed upon him. As he walked the stage, she stood behind the curtains, cheering him on in silence. As he swam through the ocean of fans, she waited for him on an uncharted island. The further he went, the further she'd follow him, and still the distance grew between them. He was so far lost in the world of fame that he often overlooked the girl that walked in his shadow. He sometimes even forgot her name. And though she was hurt and disappointed, she did not leave his side, a fact that he took advantage of. When he was pushed aside by others, he would always go back to her and find acceptance in her embrace, healing his wounds before setting out once more to play the field. And she would wait for him to return to her, not letting her feelings or her problems hold him back.

Levi had always counted on her to be there for him, waiting behind the curtains with a smile of encouragement and love. However, that particular night, her usual place was empty. During intermission, he made a call to her home. No one answered. He tried again, but with the same result. Growing concerned, he called her mother and the news made his heart fall through the stage. A deadly illness, which she had lived with for years, was finally taking its toll. She was dying and had never told him. She was in her final moments that night. He told her mother to tell her to hold on, for he was on his way. Cancelling everything else, he raced to the hospital where she was being held. When he stepped in to her room, the sound of weeping told him that he had been too late. Her soul had already passed. Looking upon her, he could see that she was smiling. Her mother told him that when she informed her of his approaching arrival, she had smiled and closed her eyes, looking truly happy and at peace.

For the first time in years, he cried openly, kneeling at her bedside. There he remained until his crying put him to sleep. Guilt raged within his heart as he blamed himself for never knowing, for putting himself before her, and for taking advantage of her devotion to him. When all others merely wanted to bask in his light, she would wait for his heart in darkness. Too little and too late, he finally understood what she meant when she said "I love you." Her mother came to him and placed the cross she always wore in his hands, telling him that it was her wish that he have it to remember her by.

The next month, he took his place on the stage for the last time. There, in front of thousands, he stood humbly upon the stage, singing a song of rememberance dedicated to her. Her cross shined in the spotlight and cast the crowd in silence as he sang the things he felt in his heart. When it ended, he faded into the background and was soon lost to the world as a fallen star.

He promised to carry on the memory of her, and to this day he has never forgotten. The cross is the guilt which he bears, etched forever in script upon the silver metal; Roselina.

Nuvello looked up, seated in an empty space in the empty house. He didn't know when it had emptied of people, he just knew it was empty know. If the male was honest, at the moment he didn't particularly care. He let his ears pick up all sounds, birds, trees, wind, water, music.....music?? He sat up from his place laying spread in the empty attic, he was lay under the window put into the roof, it was easy to look up at the sky that way.

He picked himself up reluctantly, finally realising he had left his headphones on and that was why the music was there. He loved music it was like his drug, just ten times safer than any other drug. No needles, lighters or paper. How easy. The beat would washed through him like an adrenaline rush, setting his heartbeat faster for no reason making his imagination flare and if alone, he would dance. Sway to the beat, eyes closed world blocked out.

The world was annoying, cruel and a theif. Music was soothing, gentle and free.
His own personal escape, though others did it to, just not in his world of flashing lights and pounding beats. He wasn't a hardcore fan, like the Ravers who dressed in neon clothing and spent hours bopping about to head-splitting beats. Sounded fun, but not for him.

Nuvello let a grin slip to his face as he moved his headphones so they rested on his ears, letting the beat pull him in, his eyes closed. Completely lost in the world they created.

((-adds in a second part-))
Altin finishes his meditations and stands, slowly, stretching. He heads into the shop and towards his new home. Along the way, he peers in doors, curious and looking to see what the shop held. He was told there were things for EVERYONE in here.
He noted a music room, where he could sit and listen to the great classical pieces, and his vice, show tunes. He peered and saw some of his favorites on the shelves. Bolero, Toccata and Fugue... Memories from Cats. He would be in heaven in there.
He moved on, noting a library, an art studio, a dancing room. They were interesting but didn't hold his attention long, not being his main haunts. He'd rather read at home... The next door he opened was a door to... OH! A green house! There were orchids and other exotic plants! How wonderful! He could get a good book, and a music player, and come sit in here, reading and listening to music, surrounded by beauty for the eye and nose! He was in heaven indeed!
After a few minutes of staring, he moved on, passing a weapons room and a practice room, A... forge? Apparently... and all sorts of others, before finding the kitchen. He could bake! He missed baking cakes. That... that was his specialty. He couldn't do savory foods but cakes and other desserts? He was a master.
When he got home, he was practically dancing in joy. This place would satisfy ALL of his cravings.

*confused, but following Shorty's example*
(For Rp quest offer)

A view from backstage; the roaring cheer of the crowd hammered through her ears, even before the curtains were parted. As they were pulled back, the cheering reached a crescendo as he stepped onto the stage. She watched him take the center place at the microphone with practiced grace, raising his hand to signal the band. With a count-off from the drummer, the music began and his smooth, heavenly voice filled the air, drowning out the mass of screaming fans.

A swelling of pride filled her chest as she watched him perform, her heart bursting with a sense of love for the mysterious singer. Beyond his form, her eyes saw bright flashes of light from many cameras. The flashes got brighter and more frequent, until they all but blinded her. Soon, she saw nothing but bright white light.

Her eyes opened to the brightness of the sun shining down through her window, a warm beam focused on her face. An irritated grumble was uttered before she reached up sleepily to pull the curtains down to block out the disturbing light and allow her sight to return. After a moment of seeing spots, she pushed herself to sit upright in her bed, her eyes roaming around her room.

Another one of those dreams. Roselina had been having dreams like that for the past six months. The sounds, the smells, and the lights; they all seemed so real. They almost seemed to real to be mere dreams. The scenery all played out like memories.....except the memories weren't hers. When the dreams had started, her parents sent her to a psychologist to see if they could be analyzed, but even the trained professional was unable to find an explaination for their realism. She event went to see a hypnotist, hoping that such techniques could unlock the secret. The only explaination the hypnosis provided was that the dreams were memories. This explaination only frustrated Roselina, as she repeatedly explained that they couldn't be memories because she never did any of those things, nor did she even know who the mystery singer was. She and her family were left with no answers, and her sleep was continually haunted by the singer and his fans.

In her spare time, Roselina had done her own research. One of her dreams had given her an image of the singers face, however brief it was. It was enough, though, to give her a step in the right direction. She searched through the internet, browsing through hours of fansites and news articles until she found him. His name was Levi Sullens. He had been a young singing sensation a few years back and had performed many concerts around the world. When she opened a file of concert photos, Levi's image matched her dream-singer almost perfectly. Her curiosity roused, she expanded her search to contain as many photos of him as she could find, as well as news about his concerts and appearances. Her mind swelled with all of the information and she thought that her search was finally over.

Her hopes were dashed, however, when she came upon a particular news article; about six years ago, Levi Sullens mysteriously disappeared from the public after his final concert, which was held as a memorial for his girlfriend. The article didn't list her name, at Levi's request to avoid her family being badgered. Since then, no one has seen or heard from him. It was as if he disappeared off the face of the Earth. Roselina groaned in frustration as her hopes of possibly talking to the subject of her dreams could help her figure out what it all meant were put to rest. How could she talk to someone who had all but disappeared?

In the end, Roselina was left with questions unanswered and haunting dreams that showed her memories that she couldn't claim as her own. Alone in her darkened room, she sat there with her head supported by her hands, her soul disturbed and longing for answers that she believed would never come.