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Name: Badass Little Uke  Conner

Nickname*: DJ D3ADM4N (Pronounced like Dead Man, yo)

Species: Vampire

Appearance: STANDING AT AN AMAZING 5'7" AND WEIGHING AT 142 POUNDS, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN GIVE IT UP FOR DJ DDDDD333333AAAAADDDDDMMMMM444444NNNNN!

Black hair in a shaggy boy's cut, blue eyes, and olive skin tone. (F that pale skin mold!)

Often seen having a set of headphones around his neck, fingerless gloves, baggy jeans, a pair of good ol' sneaks, and a random skin tight band shirt. For the hell of it, occasionally will wear a pair of glasses.

Age: 96

Gender: Male

History: Pfft! EASY QUESTION IS EASY~

On his way home (a studio apartment within walking distance) from a successful night of clubbing, dear Conner boy was jumped by a half-starved vampire (Zeke) and left in a dumpster.

FROM THAT EVENING ON, HE BECAME ONE OF THE VAMPIRE CROWD, STALKING THE NIGHT AND DRAINING MEN AND WOMEN ALIKE! ...Oh and constantly ragging on Zeke for making him into one. (They're roommates, hahahah~ ) On to how they became roommates! It was more of a rather pissed (not the drunken sense, hurhur...) Conner going after Zeke, threatening to call the cops/newspaper/news station/etc... Then the hung over Z-Man, not really thinking about what he was saying at the time, offering to make up for it by letting the DJ move in with him. (Talk about whipped!) At this point of time, threatening to kick Conner out is a rather empty threat.

Personality: Spontanious, loud, creative, "more action, less thinking!"

Occupation: Club DJ

Likes: Searching for the "perfect beat", coffee, music

Dislikes: Puzzles, tea, chess

Worst/greatest fear: Finding a song that's impossible to remix

Was there someone who affected who you are today*: Zeke

Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Doesn't care for them

Weapon*: Doesn't care for them

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Name: Easily Annoyed Seme Zeke

Nickname*: Z-Man

Species: Of the blood-sucking kind

Appearance: 6' exact at 150 pounds! AMAZING! Zeke, seeing as he's yet ANOTHER clubber, has his hair cropped short and is a dyed orange-red; it's also constantly sticking up everywhere thanks to a permament bed head.

Unlike the other clubbers/ravers, he goes for the formal look. His work attire consists of a pair of black slacks and a pin-stripe vest with a dark red button up shirt to go with. At home, he's usually in boxers and a rather ragged t-shirt (except when he HAS to go outside, then he adds a loose pair of jeans to the mix.)

Age: 114

Gender: Male

History: He doesn't like to talk about his history too much but when he does, Z-Man will often shorten it up to three sentences.

"A friend came over after she was attacked and was a total mess so I let her stay the night. Next morning, she was tearing at my throat up until my girlfriend came home. She was on her faster than a fly on a body and ran off after Tanya was deader than dead."

Personality: Compared to Conner he's "dull", "More thought, less action!", logical, quiet, often his actions are heavily premeditated

Occupation: Bar tender at the same club Conner DJs at

Likes: Puzzles, chess, tea, beating Conner at something

Dislikes: The word "vampire", how often Conner gets himself in trouble and how often he has to get him out of it, losing to Conner, coffee, fights he can't win

Worst/greatest fear: Conner actually solving one of his riddles, making another vampire

Was there someone who affected who you are today*: "No one you know, punk."

Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Doesn't bother with them too much

Weapon*: Can of mace and a butterknife

"What? Butterknives are reliable is a losing fight. In example, while the other fighter is busy laughing at my "pathetic" weapon, I take the opportunity to run away to avoid the situation entirely."

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Name: Silas

Nickname*: Not available~

Species: Demon

Appearance: Standing at 5'9" and weighing at 144 pounds, I present to you dear friends, Silus. Silus is a very serious character who takes life very seriously. For serious realz. So seriously in fact, that you can tell by his constant mop of brown "Sex Hair" and dirt smeared clothing. (Usually consisting of camo print cargos, combat boots, and a dark green wifebeater/sweater (on nippy days)) His only unusual characteristic would be his red eyes with slits for pupils.

Age: 598

Gender: Male

History: Nothing that he will reveal to anyone, but we'll just label it as "Not Pretty"

Personality: Playful, smooth-talker, manipulative, shallow, impulsive (Typical traits of a sociopath, dudez)

Occupation: Nothing, that free loader! >:0

Likes: Smoking, sex, "fun" accessories, shovels "So many uses..."

Dislikes: His rank, scented candles, politics (for any species)

Worst/greatest fear: Never being able to smoke again

Was there someone who affected who you are today*: No one

Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Nothing notable, currently studying magic

Weapon*: Chain Whip

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    * Name: Bao Xiu Huǒ Mei

    * Nickname*: Mei (Pronounced like 'my')

    * Species**:  Kitsune

    * Appearance: Mei stands at 5'4" and weighs in at 106 lbs. She often wears her hair (black) in a rather messy bun to keep it out of her eyes (yellow). Like any other kitsune, she possesses a pair of ears and a tail (dark red fur with white tips on the ears. Because the tail is just boring like that.)

This little fox faerie often is seen sporting a considerably modern geisha kimono modified to her tastes with a pair of geta. (The kimono has a rather short okumi (stops mid-thigh) and a long Ushiromigoro. The sode's drop down way past her hands to her knees. Overall it's a light peach color with yellow flower print and orange trim.)

Besides this, she's often seen carrying a Western (yes, Western) lantern either  by it's handle or off a cord looped around her waist. Every now and then, this item is filled with her special "fire flies"  (see below)

    * Age: 398

    * Gender: Female

    * History: Mei's grown up with a pretty average life for a Kitsune. She's the oldest of three sisters and one brother so handling children really isn't much of a problem for her, taking care of her dying mother isn't much of a bother to her either seeing as she has first dibs on her soul. (Though she can never figure out why her mother gave her and her siblings names of a Chinese origin...) She spends her free time watching the sun rise and set while remapping the territory.

    * Personality: Highly mischevious, greedy for knowledge, loyal, optimistic in a round about way

    * Occupation:  One of the elite members of Snowe's clan

    * Likes: Cartography, fire, bao (those amazing sweet buns~;), the human's Halloween, masks, spying on people

    * Dislikes: Playing leader, runny ink, bad parchment, make-up, getting caught

    * Worst/greatest fear: Drowning

    * Was there someone who affected who you are today*: N/A dudez

    * Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): She has a preference for fire-based magic; other than that, she has created a special spell that generates a batch of 10 "fire flies" that act like extra sets of eyes. The trade off of fully using these her bugs, Mei has to temporarily give up her sight and has to put herself in a trance in return.

    * Weapon*:  The lantern and the cord it's often swinging from

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Name: Keenan Valentine

Nickname: Valentine

Species: Werewolf

Appearance: Valentine weighs in at about 175 lbs (of pure MUSCLE, imagine him tackling you at full fucking speed. :I) and stands at 6'1" He takes great pride in his post-apocalyptic survivor look going on. Black hair always a tangled mess in a way that looks good on him, pale skin as if he were shunning the light, dark green eyes... Now couple this with a black trench coat with a tattered end, a dirty tee shirt ripped strategically to show off his abdomen, pants ripped vertically from various activities, steel toe boots, a pair of dog tags, some fingerless gloves, and last but not least, his favorite accessory, a chain that loops around his waist that doubles both as a weapon and a belt if needed.

...Or to restrain whoever he happens to be banging that night.

Age: 34

Gender: Male

History: He likes to keep his history on the down low honestly... But to the few he DOES tell, he'll just give the bare bones and threaten to kill the listener if they press for details, no matter who they are.

"I used to be part of some silly cult, right? But see, my views and everyone else's views were constantly conflicting each other. While they were mindlessly pursuing their goal, I was calculating the important things, like what strategies will give us the higher success rate. Makes sense right? Do they listen though? No, of course not! So I left and founded my... Company."

Personality: Cunning, selfish, egotisical, manipulative, power-hungry

Occupation: Leader of the organization known as The Family.

Likes: Rough sex with no foreplay, power, getting what he wants, crushing other mercenary companies to the dust

Dislikes: Smart asses, being turned down for sex, having one of his men captured

Worse/Greatest Fear: Retiring

Was There Someone Who Affected Who You Are Today: A teacher in elementary school

Powers: Unknown 

Weapons: That chain belt he loves to wear, a gun