darkSpyro

If it okay with you also spyro I will post my character in a little while.

Name: Fate
Gender:
Age: 17
Species: Human
Social Class: upper-class
Specialty: spying

Personality: She is a real sweet girl. She loves company and loves to play childish games like tag though she takes it to a new level. For a human she is really generous and accepting of all kinds and is willing to help in anyway she can.

History: When she was born her mother had just been married to her father. Her father was a half demon himself so she was unfortunate not to get the demon side. She was how ever born with defects that made her look more like her fathers demon side. She was born albino with purple eyes.She was home schooled and was taught street fighting and many other styles of fighting. Her father had a personal gym for her so she could learn gymnastics and also parkour just encase. He was always very wary of her especially after her mother died in a robbery. He always made sure someone went with her when she went out but because she was so skilled she always managed to get away from her escort. This how ever always got her into trouble and grounded.
Appearance:
Other: She has a habit of bottling up her emotions and has random break downs where she will sit in her room and not talk to anyone for several hours on end.

Luceon
(I was invited by S-G ^.^)

Name: Mahane Kazakhya
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Species: Half-Demon
Social Class: Middle-Class
Speciality: Demon-Slaying
Element: Water
Personality: Mahane is a very up-beat girl. She enjoys being around people, and enjoys meeting new people. Mahane is normally quite nice to those around her. She normally doesn't talk too much though, only when necessary.
History: Mahane grew up in an average household, with over-protective parents that shielded her from everything. Mahane was never allowed to leave the house without an adult by her side. At age 10, though, Mahane's parents were killed by a demon when they went outside the city's borders. Mahane had grieved for 2 years until she decided to take action. She became a demon-slayer in hopes of avenging her parents.
Appearance: [credit to original artist!~]
Other: Mahane's choice of weapon is a handgun.

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Sorry. Ms. Perfection!

Luceon ((Whelp, I had to ask, but it was accepted! ))

Name: Damian Ormoure (Pronounced Armore)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Half-demon
Social Class: Upper-class
Speciality: Originally an exorcist, now a Demon-Slayer
Element: Darkness
Personality: Damian is a shy guy, and he'd rather be at home, reading a book, or just studying his skills. He even sometimes just sits there, thinking about how lucky he is to have this floe he lives. He's kind of a deep-thinking person, thinking on deeper levels about subjects. The only time he doesn't act shy, not really speaking, is when he practices his Demon-Slaying skills with his adoptive father. And, when he's still in his "shell" as he likes to call it, he acts mercilessly, and is not kind-hearted at all.

If you can get him to open up, then he'll break out of his "shell" and act how he does when he's alone. Usually, if you can open him up, you'll be best friends for as long as he lives, and he'll protect you with his life. How he acts is completely different. He's funny, kind-hearted, and just a cool fun in general.
History: He was born to a demon and a human, hence the term half-demon. His mother gave him up to an orphanage in one of the lower-class sectors, for two reasons. One, because she couldn't take care of him, and he didn't want him to be known as a part demon, so she decided to put nothing about his father in the note she left with him at the front steps of the orphanage.

He was raised throughout his years at the orphanage growing exceptionally skilled at exorcism, to the point where it'd be amazing to any of the orphanage keepers, or any of the other orphans, if he wasn't left by someone from the upper-class. After a little bit of arrangement, he was sent to an upper-class orphanage, in hopes of him being adopted, and getting the proper training as an exorcist. He was fifteen at the time.

Not even a month later, a man came to the orphanage and wanted to adopt him. Damian was ecstatic that all it took to get adopted was go to the upper-class sectors. This man, was a man who would love any child as his own. And his wife had recently just died, so he felt a hole in his life.

Now, this man was a Demon-Slayer, and on many occasions, tried to persuade Damian to become one too. After a lot of tries, and Damian thinking about it, Damian decided to give up exorcism for Demon-Slaying. Now, he was able to train easier with his father.
Appearance: He is a tall male, with a pale, very pale, skin color, almost looking as if he is a vampire. He has tall, spiky black hair that points a bit forward. His face looks like the typical face, oval shaped. He has high cheekbones, and a bit of a pointy nose, not a long one though. His eyes are a strange thing. They are completely black, the iris and pupil, and you couldn't tell his iris from the pupil unless you were looking straight at his eyes.

As for what he wears, he wears a black shirt, with a silver skull on it, with a sword stuck through the skull. Over that, he wears a black leather jacket. He wears black skinny jeans, with the chains that people wear on them.
Other: He has a katana at his belt, made of an unknown metal, but it can't be broken by diamond.

Fate yawned and stretched as she woke. She woke up by habit every morning even on weekends though today she did quiet know what day it was. She sighed and got up getting ready for the day. She started with her morning work outs and used a simulator to practice her parkour and street fighting. After she practiced gymnastics and ballet. She stretched proudly when she finished and skipped off and back flipping to her bathroom to take a shower.

Mahane awoke in the morning, and threw back her covers tiredly. She stepped off her bed and immediately by habit went to her window to see the sky. She smiled as she saw the sun, reminding her of her parents. Mahane stretched for a moment, then went over to her desk to grab the clothes she had set out for herself the night before. She took the purple skirt and white top across the hall and into her bathroom to take a warm shower to wake up.

Occ that post though. I think sesshomaru beat us all in the long post department.

Fate finished her shower and got dressed fixing her hair and putting on her necklace. She walked out of her room and hear a knock on the door. She skipped over and peered out. "Father~ The man is hear to see you." She called as she opened the door for the cloaked man in the uniform. "Welcome back sir. May i get you something to drink?"
(trying to get interactions here)
Her father came down the stairs dressed formally in his black tux. "Welcome back. Please accompany me in my office." He said. The man nodded and followed shutting the door behind them.
Fate smiled. She loved her father and everything he stood for. She looked outside and shrugged shutting it and then heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

((Man.....and I thought my post was gonna be long! ))

Damian sighed as he looked out over the city from his porch on one of the higher levels of his and his adoptive father's mansion. He looked down at his feet and noticed a little stone next to one of them. He kicked it off, in anger of what had happened recently. "How'd things get so ****ed up?" He asked, lowering himself to the ground, his back against the railing of his porch. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested him arms on it, laying his head then on top of them. "Him and I used to be so close, like family, even with the fact that he's dark-skinned and I'm about as pale a ghost. And the fact that he adopted me." He muttered, lifting his head up to look at the door to the porch, waiting for his dad to come walking out, to try to give another lecture about how he was sorry, and it wouldn't happen again. Damian wasn't gonna buy it this time. Especially after this last episode.

Damian was breathing heavily. He was sweating like crazy. He had accidentally let out a few curses here and there as he tried to parry his father's swings. He was currently being pushed back to the wall, and was trying all he could do to push back. He couldn't do anything to stop the onslaught of his father. Then an idea came to his mind. He smirked as he ducked to the floor and slashed at his father's leg, leaving a gash that would hurt for a looooong while. But he didn't care, he just wanted to beat his father again. Recently, he had been losing most of their training sessions and wanted to win SO badly! His father reared back, and fell to the ground, and Damian took the chance to jump up and put his sword to his father's throat. "Checkmate!" He said, a proud smile on his face. His father was t so happy though. "You could've cut my leg off!" He yelled, pushing himself into a wall. "But I didn't." Damian said, dropping his sword to the ground. He then gasped in shock, and empathy as his father pulled up his ripped pants. There was a huge gash on both of his legs, which could've easily severed his muscles, if Damian wasn't as skilled with a sword as he was. "I di-" "Save it." His father said, calling in one of their workers. "You weren't thinking! You should've known that you aren't good enough to just leave a graze, and not a gash!" His father said, yelling at this point. Damian had tears at his eyes. "I just thought of the plan, I didn't thin-" "EXACTLY!" His father yelled. "You didn't think." The worker walked in. "Just go to your room." His father said as the worker brought in a stretcher, along with a couple of other workers. "Yes father." Damian had said, leaving the room and going to his room.

Damian just sighed as he went through the event again. "He's gonna be fine in a few days." He said, trying to come up with stuff he could use in his defense. "Plus, in a real fight, I won't be trying to make sure I don't hurt their legs. I'll be trying to stay alive. He should know that, he's been in the field before.." Damian trailed off as he looked at the sky, seeing it was already morning. "Wait.....how is it already morning? Was I out here for that long, or were we just training for a long while. No matter, he didn't come out to talk to me, so I'm fine." He said, shrugging as he stood up, walking back inside, and heading to his room to change into some clean clothes.

((Was that long? I feel like it's gonna be.))

Mahane stepped out of her bathroom, fully dressed. She walked downstairs to her kitchen and grabbed a small apple. She stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room. Mahane stood in front of her small couch, which is right in front of the front door. Mahane silently ate her apple. After she finished, she tossed her apple core into the trash bin, and proceeded to walk down the main hall to her garage.

(Yeah i am Sess I need interaction! I hate ole playing with myself for more then two or three posts...)

((When I use two parenthesis, words, then two parenthesis, it means I'm talking in OOC. If that's what you're wondering.))

Damian sighed as he couldn't find any clean clothes. All he found while he was searching was a bunch of worn clothes all over his room. Mainly because he was just too lazy to do the laundry. Sighing, he picked up a random pair of jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt, with a silver skull and crossbones on it. "I can do the laundry tomorrow." He said as he got dressed. He then laughed. "I probably won't though. I'll forget, and I'll just have a clothing covered room, and won't even notice when I go to sleep tonight." He said, pulling his shirt down and walking out of his room, yawning from the lack of sleep he had had last night. Well, more like no sleep at all. "Maybe I should've just gone to my room last night and slept like my dad told me to." He said, yawning again as he walked by one of the workers. The workers are more like butlers and maids, but they just call them workers. "Morning Mr. Ormoure." The woman said. "Hey." Was his response as he continued walking to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

Mahane stepped into her garage and moved towards her work bench, which was littered with metal scraps, bullets, and many gun parts. She grabbed a black handgun off her bench, along with a small white bag. She slipped her gun in the bag along with a few rounds of bullets. She grabbed a coat and opened her side garage door, which led out to her front yard. Mahane began to walk towards the nearby shops.

Damian walked into the large kitchen and walked to the refrigerator. He opened it up and began to look through its contents, trying to find something that he could eat that may take awhile. He knew that his father would ask for him to come to his room, where he'd give the lecture, he wasn't gonna take any of that **** right now, and he was hoping to waste as much time eating. He then walked towards their cabinet as he couldn't find anything that fit his requirements he had set himself. He smiled as he found a package of cinnamon rolls and opened them up and put them in the microwave. He then began to slowly eat them. One of the male workers walked in. "Your father wants you in, when you've finished with your breakfast, of course." He said. Damian nodded, finished chewing and said "Yeah, I'll be there." He then continued eating and the worker left the kitchen.

Penny looked through the large pantry and pulled out a pomegranate. She pealed it as she walked to her room and onto her balcony. She popped seeds into her mouth one after another. She occasionally tossed one out to a bird that would fly by. It was nice seeing a bird every now and again. There werent much left.

((Don't go too far without me. I'll be either asleep, or getting back on in an hour or so.))

"I am worried about my daughters safety. She wont be safe here for very much longer. Especially due to her linage. You of all people would know what my families history has done. I have already discovered notes and warnings." He said looking out the window. "I need to find a place that is safer then this." He added.


Fate sighed and sat on a chair on the balcony looking out over the city. She began humming quietly. It was a soft lullaby the was actually a lullaby of demons.

Damian sighed as he finished his long breakfast, and took a huge gulp of orange juice. "let's get it over with." He said as he stood up and slowly walked to hai father's room. He same male worker was standing at the door and let him in. His father was laying in his bed, reading a book. "Thirteen minutes and 32 seconds." He said. "Excuse me?" Damian asked, confused, and raising an eyebrow. "Thirteen minutes and 32 seconds. That's how long it took you to come here." Damian just looked at him. "I was having a bi-" "I know what you were doing." His father said, setting his book down and turning to look at him. "You were trying to avoid me." He finished. Damian cast his eyes to the floor. "So I thought." His father said. "Sit down." He said, motioning towards a chair. Damian just nodded and sat down. They just stared at each other for awhile.

((I'm gonna finish their talk in the next post.

Oh, and I didn't realize I would be getting back on so fast. ))

"Anything to protect her. She is all i have left in this world and is very dear to me." He said sitting in the large chair behind his desk. "It was devastating when we lost her mother... its even worse that she did not retain any of my family lineage. She is mortal and to be mortal in this state is a dangerous thing." He said. His ears twitched and he sighed. "Still she sings the lullaby my mother sang. Its dangerously beautiful... A song of the demons..." He added. "Just protect my daughter. i cannot bare to lose her." He said.

Damian sighed, averting his gaze from hai father. "Man, how do you do it?!" He asked, some of his light-hearted-ness coming out in his voice. "Practice." His father said, laughing a little. He then stopped laughing and got serious again. "Damian, I want you to know that about yesterday, when I was yelling at you...it's just that I was mad that you almost cut my legs off, and I want you to learn control." He said. Damian just sat there, thinking through things before he passed this off as just some more of his dad's fake bull****. He then realized what he had done, HAD been reckless, and he really could've cut his father's legs off. "I know." He muttered, no attitude in it. "Really?" His father asked, surprised that Damian hadn't tried to begin some sort of argument. "Yeah, I know that I almost did cut your legs off, and I'm sorry." He said. "Well....that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." His father said, a smile on his face. "You can go now son." He said, watching as Damian left the room.

Mahane later arrived at the shopping centre. There were many varieties of shops littered everywhere, along with a few restaurants. Mahane made her way over to a small gun shop at the edge of the centre. She stepped inside, and the shopkeeper greeted her. "Welcome back Mahane. Here to order some new parts?" The shopkeeper asked cheerfully. "No, I need to get more bullets. 9x19" Mahane stated. The shopkeeper nodded as he disappeared behind a wall. He later came out with a package of bullets, labeled '9x19mm', and set it on the table. Mahane placed her money next to it and happily took the bullets, waving to the shopkeeper politely as she left.

"thank you." he said returning to the window and staring out at the city. I'm sorry fate... he thought sighing.

Penny had gone downstairs and had heard the end of their conversation. She returned to her room quickly and grabbed a back pack and put clothes in it and several things that she held dear to her. I refuse to be sent away. If he doesn't want me ill just leave.. she thought leaving a note on her bed and climbing over the balcony and jumping down about six feet and running off the property. She stopped and looked back. "goodbye father...." she thought before continuing on.