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[I]There were five or six other passengers when he got on the B-train at 34th Street, but most of them got off at Rockefeller Centre, and the rest at Columbus Circle. As the train sat in the station, its doors open. Brandon became acutely aware of the fact that no one else was in the car. In fact, no one else was on the train at all, at least as far as he could see. Certainly this was no cause for panic. He'd been on a subway before, and he usually found it quite refreshing (that much privacy was rare in the Big Apple). But talk about the lunch room today had been about the four tourists found murdered on the subway - this very line of the subway - just the night before.
Just then the express hurtled by on the middle track. Brandon flinched as its speed brought noise and a violent rocking to the stationary train. He raised his hand as if to ward off the sound and fury, even though he was perfectly safe.
"What's the matter, mister?" said an unexpected voice. "Scared of the express train?"
Brandon jumped again. A group of six teenagers had come onto the train so quietly that he hadn't even noticed them.
"You scared, mister?" another of the teens taunted. "Don't worry, we'll protect ya!"
At least they seemed to be teenagers. The tallest one was about 4 feet tall, and they skipped and hopped as the moved down the aisle toward Brandon. They weren't dressed as teens, however. They wore matching leather jackets with the collars turned up, and each had a cap pulled low over his eyes. Their voices had a menacing, predatory tones. Gangers. The youngest, smallest gangers Brandon had ever heard of, but gangers none the less.
"We'll keep ya safe, mister," said the first kid, obviously the leader. "But it'll cost ya. That's a nice ring on yer finger. Gimme here, ya tourist."
Brandon was no tourist. He knew how to take car of himself. And he knew what these things were. He pointed at the leader and muttered a word of power that was found in no modern dictionary. A bolt of mystic energy coalesced at his fingertips and exploded into the leader's face, knocking him back. His cap slipped from his head to reveal an inhuman visage with fanglike teeth, pointed ears and leathery skin. Goblins.
The other goblins were already reaching for their knives. Brandon raised his hands, swirling them in sweeping motions while whispering unearthly words of power. Lightning crackled to life along his outstretched hands and flashed into the midst of the goblins. In an instant half their number was down. The remaining two looked from their fading companions, their bodies already reclaimed by Shadow, to the mage standing before them.
"I hate magic-users." one of the goblins spat.
"That makes us even," Brandon said. "I hate murderers, no matter what their species."
The two goblins looked at each other, and Brandon noticed the slight nod they exchanged.
"Another time, mage" the other goblin shouted as he tossed his knife at Brandon. Then the two turned and ran from the train.
Brandon easily dodged the knife. "They always make me chase them," he sighed. Then he was running after them, hoping to catch them before ther slipped into the tunnel beyond the light of the deserted platform. If they got into the tunnel, it was going to be a long night...[/I]

There is a wall between realities. Some call this wall Shadow. Most of the time, Shadow keeps each reality from intruding on the others. But on occasion the wall weakens, the barrier between worlds frays, and things from one universe slide into another.
Passageways through Shadow are fleeting and can appear anywhere without any warning, a rising tide that cannot be predicted. The borders of Shadow seem to permeate our own plane. There are reports of portals taking the for of great pools of tar, abnormally dense fog, or even waves of intense darkness. When these effects recede they leave items or creatures marooned in our world. Shadow often manifests itself in remote, desolate locations, and these creatures enter our world confused and alone.
The new arrivals only dimly recall the world from which they came. The passage through Shadow robs them of all but the most superficial of memories. They have reached this mundane world with whatever they carry on their backs and a few remembrances. They are collectively known as Creatures of Shadow, and the various humanoid species among them are called the Shadowkind.
shadow portals are temperamental, and the same type of portal might admit only a wave of vermin in one manifestation, a group of monstrous humanoids in another, and a single great beast in the third. There are times when no creatures are left at all, but items are washed up on these mundane shores. This could be anything from a shoe, to a single glass vial filled with a colourful liquid, to a sword that glows pale blue in moonlight. There are even occasional reports of whole buildings (a keep, a tower, an entire castle), appearing out of thin air.
Now, our world has its fair share of all-too-humans monsters. But is you look at the world outside your window it is not awash with beast from legends and magical weapons. So a pivotal question arises: If fantastic creatures are coming from the other side of shadow, they must live in out cities and walk our streets - so why don't we see them?
The answer is as simple as it is insidious: We do see them - we just don't notice them. And that has more to do with the nature of the human mind than the nature of the universe.
To most people, the world is a mundane place; ordinary, predictable, easily divided into categories. People generally walk around in a state that can accurately be described as "autopilot." they do not pay close attention to the people or things around them. After all, why should they? Fashion is ubiquitous, opinions are guided by mass media, people are people. This is perfectly natural.
If you had lunch in a restaurant yesterday, you could probably remember what you ate. But could you describe your server? If you parked your car this morning, you could almost certainly remember where you parked. But can you describe the car next to yours?
Unless something odd or strange happens, most people interpret the world as a series of ordinary, explainable events and pay little or no attention to the details. But what about when something odd or strange does happen?
Say, for example, a person sees a gang of goblins on the rampage, or a dragon committing arson by breathing on an apartment building. Surely that person would notice that something odd was happening. Absolutely. But the minute the bizarre stimulus disappears, human nature takes over.
We are assured as children that monsters don't exist. So even when someone sees a monster, he still doesn?t remember seeing a monster. In his mind's eye he sees a "big dog" or a "large man" or a "blur at the edge of his vision" - anything except a creature he "knows" does not exist. A magic fireball is remembered as a gas leak. A werewolf becomes a howling drunkard. The easy answer completely papers over what really happened, and the world continues on, blissfully ordinary.
Some individuals, however, can see all the oddities around them. They are aware. They perceive the fireball as a fireball, the werewolf as a werewolf. They are more alert, more observant and more in tune with their surroundings. In some people this is a natural state of being, in others it is a result of having seen so much weirdness that they begin looking for it. In any case, people who are aware have a difficult choice to make - to accept these odd things that no one else seems to see, or to believe that they have gone insane.
Those that are emotionally strong enough to handle the truth find an amazing new world opening up before them - dozens of new races and cultures, new belief systems, and the power of magic become real. Of course, if they tell their friends, neighbours, or even their families, they might wind up ruining their lives, perhaps even being institutionalised. Such is the irony of living in the world where "reality" is decided by consensus.

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New York, the big apple, the city with the highest concentration of Shadowkind in the world, is where our little saga is set. Most of the Shadowkind in New York is content simply to live their lives in the blissful monotony of the native human population, but there are always troublemakers in every society. Louis Crousone, an elusive and dangerous Mindflayer gangster, Maxwell Draco, the multi millionaire and corporate shark, the Black Flower revolution, a group of elves who wish to see nothing more than the complete collapse of technology in this new world, and will do anything to achieve it. There are those who wish to stop them. The Church of St. Cuthbert, a powerful and wrathful god, the Shadow walkers, a strange Japanese group wielding ancient katana, and who hunt down shadowkind for the "good of the native people of our world," Department 7....well, noone knows too much about them, really. Our characters are stuck in the middle of an invisible war, a war of gangsters and assassins, of government agents and werewolves, of cops and ogres. They all want something. Power. Do you join sides with them, and simply ride the waves, or do you struggle against it, and carve your own empire in the divided world?

Alright, characters

Name:
Age:
Race: (Go nuts here, whatever you want, but try to keep the number of dragon or really angelic/demonic creatures to a minimum, and I have final say as to what is acceptable. Thanks)
Race Information: (only if needed)
Description (Mundane):
Description (True):
Occupation:
Bizarre/Supernatural powers: (Optional... and please keep it reasonable)
Weapons/Possessions:
Background:
Misc. Information:

Here's my character

Name: Richard Constantinople
Age: 25
Race: Aasamir
Race Information: Tobias can trace back his ancestory to a celestial creature from nearly a hundred generations back. While this angelic blood has been diluted through human breeding, it still has lingering affects on him.
Description (Mundane): A man of average height and build, with a mess of blonde hair, high cheekbones and a small beard, but no moustache. He wears a battered brown duster coat, a worn cream shirt, baggy jeans, black army boots and a huge, thick red tartan scarf wrapped around his neck. He has two earrings in his left ear and a thick blue line tattooed below his left eye. He wears a simple stone medallion around his neck, the symbol of a crescent moon above an empty road, and carries a huge backpack, bulging with numerous items to the point of spilling over.
Description (True): His skin is marble-white, and his eyes are twin pools of amber set into his face, and his hair is like fluffy snow.
Occupation: Hitch-hiker/ Deacon of Fharlaghn, the Dweller on the Horizon
Bizarre/Supernatural powers: Richard has the strange ability to glow slightly at will, and can see in the dark perfectly.
Weapons/Possessions: An acoustic guitar, an old, battered Derringer, various miscellaneous items in his backpack, and the [i]Synchronicity Watch[/i].
Background: Even though his memory of his former world is dodgy at best, he fondly remembers the god he worshipped, the god that had helped him and his nomadic family through thick and thin, the Dweller on the Horizon, Fharlangh, the God of Travellers. He soon found fellow worshippers of the True Travelling companion, and was initiated quickly into the priesthood as a Deacon, one who tried to keep the balance and neutrality of the world from the barbed grip oif Chaos (he likes to refer to himself as the the "Karma Police"). He has currentlybeen sent to New York to investigate the reports of several Shadowkind creatures disappearing.
((Apologies, just being kicked off of the computer, will finish this in a few hours, feel free to post our characters))

[Anne]

[COLOR=Pink][SIZE=2][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Name: Loki Fuchs

Age: 850 (appears to be 16)

Race:Chinese Fox

Description (Mundane): She takes the appearnce of a young school girl. Her red hair is long and comes down to her knees. She has emerald green colours eyes that when reflect light they appear red. She wears a school uniform that consits of a short red plaid skirt, a white short sleeve blouse with a black tie, white knee high socks and black school girl shoes. She sometimes shows her ears and tails to trick people. Is know to take onother shapes though.

Description (True): Looks like a normal fox, she has red fur and white paws.

Occupation: Stundent at a local privite school.

Bizarre/Supernatural powers: When she strike her tail in the ground she can start fires, can also see in the future sometime, and has the ability to transform her shape
Change leaf~She uses a leaf to change it into different object.

Weapons/Possessions: In Mondane form she can grow long 6 in. nails that are hard as steel. She also carries around a leaf.

Background: Se use to wander around grave yards finding souls of the fallen. Till one day she found the Shadow and crossed into another reality. Apon arriving she saw all the people their and decided to take on a form of them. She inrolled into a school to see about these strange creatures.

Misc. Information: Loki is a nice person and doesn't like to fight much. She enjoys playing tricks on other people and randomy changing form.

*Let me know what needs to be changed.

~MEW~
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[Cyriel]

[B]Name:[/B] Furie Kakashi

[B]Age:[/B] 17

[B]Race:[/B] Human (Japanese/Korean)

[B]Description (Mundane):[/B] see attachment

[B]Description (True):[/B] She has the same appearance, except that her eyes turn to liquid-gold, and a twisting design of a deep crimson color seems to spread and cover her body.

[B]Occupation:[/B] Student at a private school / Member of the Shadow Walkers

[B]Bizarre/Supernatural powers:[/B] She has heightened senses, which aid her in combat, and she is extremely skilled in all forms of combat, being the protege of the leader of the Shadow Walkers.

Furie also has the ability to, at contact with her skin, freeze anyone for a moment, paralyzing them. This lasts not very long, especially if their spirit is strong. Those with strong minds and spirits usually only stop for a fraction of a second or two, but still long enough for Furie to end their lives with the blade of her dark katana. Also, they only freeze if she wills it, so it's still safe to normally come into contact with her.

[B]Weapons/Possessions:[/B] An ancient katana graces her hand, and its blade is a dark black metal, smelling strongly of blood, with odd designs traced in the blade that match the design on her skin in her true form. She also holds a few shurikens and throwing stars.

[B]Background:[/B] Both parents were killed by the Shadowkind soon after she was born. Thus, Furie was raised wholly by the Shadow Walkers, coming under the wing of one of the leaders. She started training before she could even walk, holding her first blade at the age of two. From there, she quickly rose in skill and power, becoming one of the most valued among the Shadow Walkers. Furie was never allowed to forget that the Shadowkind killed her parents, and so she is always ready to hunt and dispatch them.

[B]Misc. Information:[/B]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#999999][B]Name:[/B] Alandra Jaehyun Ariyan

[B]Age:[/B] 23

[B]Race:[/B] Metahuman/ Korean

[B]Race Information:[/B]
[U]Metahuman:[/U] I think everyone should know what a metahuman is. If you do not, here is some information. They are a human-breed with adaptations, heightened senses, strength, stamina, etc. They are also able to withstand many things, such as poisons, pain, etc.

[B]Description (Mundane):[/B] See attachment

[B]Description (True):[/B] First, metahumans are basically humans that are...modified, upgraded, if I may say so.

[B]Occupation:[/B] Shadow Hunter/Sorceress and Rogue by night, Illegal Racer for money, and Bartending by night and day (one of Alandra's better jobs)

[B]Bizarre/Supernatural powers:[/B] Shapeshifting, sorcery of dark arts, metahuman powers (Race Info: Metahuman). Alandra's eyes change colors according to her emotions, she can also focus her eyes to see through certain things.

[B]Weapons:[/B] Two silver dual fans that were created from unbreakable silver and injected with various poisons. She also has retractable nails attached to her gloves, as well as a retractable ninja blade, sais, and a crossbow that sits on top of her wrist, along with silver injected and silver pointed arrows.

[B]Possessions:[/B] A silver chain necklace with a white, crystal orb that hangs from it. It is said that the orb has mystical powers, yet Alandra has not yet been able to use it, a cloak of many effects, and her Suzuku Hayabusa 1300, with certain modifications.

[B]Background:[/B] For as long as she breathed, Alandra had sworn an oath of protection to her mother, who sleeps with the angels. It was this painful event that made her who she was today, a distant, darkened, feared, respected, and non-emotional girl. It was this event that made Alandra see herself as who she really wasn't. She doesn't remember much about the past, for she erased it from her mind, at least that's what she thinks. She never wanted to return and knew that someday she would have to face the facts, yet she is certain that the future will burn the past and the present will stand with her.

[B]Misc. Information:[/B] Has many mental powers and is able to see through people's hearts, seeking who they truly are and what their true souls lie.

EDIT: I did not finish, it seems and I have added to some stuff, if that is alright.[/size][/color]

[Veritas]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Name: Fayt Repaer[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Age: 113 looks to be 18[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Gender: Male[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Race: Vampire[/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Race Information: Vampires arent what legend tells them to be it is true that they prefere the darkness but they do not burst into a fireball in sunlught. The truth is that the sun just gives them discomfort. The can walk around in the sun but they become tired easily doing so.[/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Description (Mundane): See Attachment but I will add some details, about 6'3" 170 lbs. His shirt is long sleeved and has a red 13 on the front. His canine teeth are only slightly more pointed than a human. He wears a watch with a thick leather band on his left arm. He has a very complexed tatoo around his neck. He also has a tatoo of wings on his back (see second attachment)[/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Description (True): He physically looks the same exept that the color of his eyes deepen and swirl making it look like flowing blood and an acane looking upside down capitol a appears under his left eye. Also his canine teeth are slightly longer and sharper. [/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Occupation: Manager of 13 which is a clothing store/ board store.[/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Bizzare / Supernatural Powers: Besides being able to see in the dark and sense blood he is inhumanly strong, fast and agile. He can defy gravity walk on walls and the cieling and being able to leap far distance and jump from extreme heights. Also he can sprout and retract large bat like wings from his back. Most wounds inflicted on him will heal in a day unless inflicted by silver or holy weapons.[/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Weapons/ Possession: He carries two large fighting daggers, a glock 9mm and he also has a few swords at his house sense he is a colecter. He drives a black '91 BMW 318i.[/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]Backround: Fayt crossed through the shadow in 1920's England. He made his living as a thief and off whatever money or possesions he found on his prey. He eventually met a wraith named Crispin who took him in. Crispin had crossed the Shadow in the early 1800's and he had amassed a considerable fortune over the years. During his years with Crispin they travelled to many places in Europe and Fayt recieved and education and attended College.Everything was fin until Crispin dissapeared one day and when he didnt return after acouple months Fayt took Crispins money and moved to the states. He deposited most of the money in the bank and lived in San Diego until he started hearing rumors about shadowkind in New York. He moved to New York and enrolled in high school to give him social connection. He eventually got a job even though he has plenty of money to live. He hopes to find more shadowkind [/color][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]in New York and maybe some information on Crispin.[/color][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][color=darkred]I hope this is ok, if not let me know and I'll Edit.[/color][/font]

[Eclectic]

[font=Century Gothic]Name: Imara Mérloe
[font=Century Gothic]Age: around 93, appears 18[/font]
[font=Century Gothic]Race: Vampyre[/font]
[font=Century Gothic]Race Information: Unlike the common misconceptions, Imara doesn't burn in sunlight and shrink away from crosses. On the contrary, she loves to visit cathedrals in full daylight, though under some cover, to stare at and ponder the stained glass windows and sculptures. She doesn't have any kind of adverse reaction to garlic, though she doesn't care for it. The only things that could kill her are direct sunlight and silver.[/font]
[font=Century Gothic]Description (Mundane): Imara's short and fashionably cut ruddy brown hair is usually left out to float around her chin. Her smiling grey-green eyes and ruddy complexion are always complimented by something at the height of fashion.[/font]
[font=Century Gothic]Description (True): Imara has pale white, almost glowing skin, bright emerald green eyes, and platinum blonde hair that falls loose and full to her shoulders.[/font]
[font=Century Gothic]Occupation: Artist, Voice Actor, and College Freshman at UNY[/font]
[font=Century Gothic]Bizarre/Supernatural powers: (It may not be considered a power but...) Imara has a near unquenchable thirst and bloodlust. She also has heightened senses and superhuman strength. If she abuses these powers, she usually falls into a deep, restless sleep for a week or so at most or a day at least.[/font]
[font=Century Gothic]Weapons/Possessions: sickle and chain, a red Mini Cooper, and a large 'inheritance' (I'm sure I'll have to get rid of something here. Just give me an idea of what.)[/font]
[font=Century Gothic]Background: At the time of her embrace, Imara was just 18 and living under the name Sara Mooreland. She hadn't lived as a vampyre in her former world for long before she was thrown into this. While most of her past is fuzzy at best, she clearly remembers her twin passions: the fine arts and blood. For the past few years, she's satiated her apetites by attending different colleges, museum exhibits, and the like as well as frequenting night clubs in the city.[/font]
[font=Century Gothic]Misc. Information: Imara keeps as up to date, ahead if possible, on the latest trends and fashions. She always wears clothes that completely cover her during the day, even in summer.[/font]
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[Zen]

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[B]Name:[/B] Mothias Gavyus

[B]Age:[/B] 19

[B]Race:[/B] Werewolf

[B]Race Information:[/B]

Contrary to popular beleif, werewolves are not "creatures of the moon" nor do they loose complete control of themselves as a werewolf. They become blood thirsty and more wild, but they still have grasp of themselves. When they turn werewolf, they become faster, stronger, and more ferocious. Brandishing natural weapons such as there claws and fangs. They can turn at will, but rarily due at day light, as if a creed by werewolf blood. Werewolves vary in type, Mothias being a rare breed known as the silver-back or white wolf. This particular breed excelates highly in speed and tend to be lighter than normal werewolves.

[B]Description (Mundane):[/B]

On the street, Mothias (Mike to those who know him), is nothing more than a young, 19 year old college student. He wears fashionable clothes and seems rather cultured for a man of his age. He enjoys the finer things in life and acts suave and safisticated to those around him. When a werewolve, most mistake him as a large dog or a burly, old biker drunk of too much Jack Daniels. But he rarily turns in public. Mothias has brick-brown eyes and seemingly dyed white hair. He has sharp canines, seemingly needing a file. He has a dark complexion, most beleiving he is spanish or italian. He stands at a slim 6'1"/149lbs, a bit feminine.

[B]Description (True):[/B]

In all truth, Mothias really is a sophistacted young man, but in reality, he is a silver-back werewolf. Fast, unforgiving, as if a blade in the wind, he kills in a flash and silently. He is also the ring leader and the head of the pack of several werewolves who passed into this dimension. His pack is one of the largest and most feared in New York City. Mothias is a built young man, teaching himself how to fight. He has natural white hair and his eyes are crimson, common among the rare silver-back breed. He has unnaturally sharp canines and a sharp, handsome face.

[B]Occupation:[/B]

Mothias is the manager of a Music Shop at the NY Mall.

[B]Bizarre/Supernatural Power:[/B]

Mothias is a silver-back werewolf. He excels in speed and assassination. He is so fast that most do not see him coming, and there last sight before death is a bright, white flash. He has sharper claws than most werewolves, aswell has having high senses, even with his werewolf capabilities, and has excellent balance.

[B]Weapons/Possessions:[/B] A solid silver pocket knife with a black handle.

[B]Background:[/B]

Mothias arrived at this dimension when he was only a young adoloscent at the age of 12. For years, he was lonely and roamed the streets up until he found a pack of werwolves, much like himself, who took him in and taught him the ways of the werewolves, much like the pack back in his native dimension. The leader of the pack, Darius, quickly took liking to the young Silver-back breed and personally over saw his up bringer. This raised dislike among some of the pack, but it wasn't a major thing, for Mothias quickly proved himself worthy of Darius' attention when the tournament for next pack leader came about. Mothias defeated his competition with his blinding speed and self taught fighting skills. Mothias was automatically chosen to be the next pack leader by the time he reached age 18.

At the age of 16, Mothias was forced to take his throne early when Darius was killed in a street fight when a strange group of japanese fighters ganged up on him in his native backallies. Mothias swore revenge on his mentor, who was much like a second father. Several of the pack were skeptical about the young, new leader. But his skill in battle and determination to honor his mentor made Mothias a great leader and he quickly adapted to the position as the leader of the "Crimson Pack".

[B]Misc. Information:[/B]

Although he is a werewolf pack leader and originally a street urchin, Mothias has gained a love for modern fashion and technology and is always staying with modern fashions and trends.[/color][/size]

[Guest Midnight Rush]

Name: Maxwell Draco

Age: 19,670 Looks 40ish

Race: Feral Hunter (See Note at the end for what this means)

Description (Mundane): 6'5", 250 lbs. Muscular, sort of stands crouched, not enough to really notice, but he has the look of something ready to kill at all times. His wavy dark hair is cut short (not army short, but cropped well), and his green eyes blaze with intensity. Heavily weathered skin and quite well formed and handsome face.

Description (True): A monstrous wolf, ten times larger than any earthly wolf, with fangs two feet long and razor sharp.

Occupation: CEO, Director, Majority Stock Holder, and Chairman of Dark Wing Industries. DW Ind. Spans over all 4 of the major industries, and holds at least an 82% market share in every product class.

Bizarre/Supernatural powers: Un beleivably athletic and storng, his vertical jump from a standstill is 60 feet, running: 85. Can sense others presnce at all times, and cannot be surprised. He can sort of read minds and always knows if someone is lying to him or not. His sense of sight, hearing, smell, taste are incredably keen, as are the feral prescision of his movements. He cannot be burned, poisoned, or enchanted.

Weapon: The entire armory of a 1400 Billion dollar Conglomerate that doesn't think highly of law enforcement. Spanning form the latest rifles and sidearms, to ancient Japanese and Roman weapons.

Background: Maxwell Draco came through from Shadow in the early days, about 1840. He took up with human merchants, using his superior abilities to dominate the Bullion Tirangle until it collapsed (Bullion, Tea, Opium). He then rode the industirla wave, adding even more to his incredable wealth. When space came along, he bypassed it, missing the huge fall many space investors faced. He jumped the computer wave and became the worlds richest man because of it, his name a legend in the three continents of trade. He reigns over New York like a bully child over a sandcastle, no one able to question his corporation because of its immense power and personal armed forces. He is perhaps the most hated and feared 'man' in the world.

Feral Hunter: A race of highly sentient wolves, their intelligence is unparalled and their might unbelieveable. They think faster and more effieciently than any other being, and they have the ability to instantly understand a situation. Also can take human form.

[Guest Deamon]

[b]Name:[/b] Ahmed Abdul-Samad

[b]Race:[/b] Deamon, Half

[b]Age:[/b] 17

[b]Race Info:[/b] Ahmed was born to a Deamon father and a human mother. His mother has no idea of his or his father's heritage.

[b]Appearance (Mundane):[/b] Ahmed apears to be of Middle-Eastern descent, with Arabic features and dark skin. His hair is black and pulled back into a small, neat pony-tail. His eyes are a dark green, which is somewhat unusual. He wears camoflauge pattern cargo pants, black combat boots, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket with a large deamon skull on the back. He looks friendly enough, despite his clothing. His height is 5'11".

[b]Appearance (True):[/b] He appears almost the same, but there are several key differences. His skin has a reddisn tinit to it and his actually glow a dark green. He also has two 5-inch, straight horns poking out from his hair. His Incisors look much sharper as well.

[b]Occupation:[/b] High-School student, although he has a part time job as bag-boy at a local, Middle-Eastern market.

[b]Supernatural Powers:[/b] So far, all he can do is summon fireballs, which he can then hurl about with great abandon. He is currently being taught Deamon magic by his father, and if he really trys he can teleport himself and possibly one or two others short distances.

[color=red]EDIT:
He can take a lot of physical punishment. He can survive a fall from three stories up with one or two bruises, but a fall of a couple dozen would most likely cripple him for a long time.[/color]

[b]Weapons/Possesions:[/b] He currently owns a rather nice muscle car, which he apparently restored. He also has a backpack full of misc. items.

[b]Background:[/b] When he was born, he appeared to be a normal, everyday human being. However, this changed when he hit puberty. He started to take on Deamon charactertistics and his powers began to manifest themselves. His father was overjoyed with the prrospect and immediatly had a talk with him about his heritage and what it meant. Throughout his teenage years his powers have slowly grown, while he trys to make a normal life. He has managed to get a part time job and has even had a girlfriend. He is currently trying to sort everything out, but is adapting. He usually hangs out with a group of kids who are also "wierd".

[DuoMax]

[B]Name:[/B] Adam Von Osterwald

[b]Age:[/b]36

[b]Race:[/b]German

[b]Description (Mundane):[/b]Adam stands at an impressive 6'5" and has the traditional Germanic blond hair and blues eyes. his body is almost all muscle from what you can tell and he walks with a confident gait. He dresses in a pair of camoflage pants, a black tank top, black t-shirt, and Grman Army overcoat with a special forces patch and an area where a master sargeant's stripes used to go.

[b]Occupation:[/b]Mercenary/Monster Hunter

[b]Bizarre/Supernatural powers:[/b]None that he knows, except that he can see the Shadowfolk in their true forms, which makes him very dangerous indeed....

[b]Weapons/Possessions:[/b]Usually a .50 Desert Eagle that he carries with him and a combat knife kept in his boot. Otherwise it's anything and everything that can be used ina fight against natural and supernatural. Shotguns, sub-machine guns, assault rifles, crossbows, garlic, silver, crossses, stakes. you name it, he's probably got it somewhere.

[b]Background:[/b] Born in Germany, he had a fairly normal life until he started going to school. He noticed that some children were not normal, that they had odd ears, or horns or tails. And no one else noticed. Needless to say, when some Shadowfolk found out about this, they were none to happy. He was severly beaten and picked on through his school life, until he hit puberty. Than, he grew into the 6'5" mass of muscle he is today. He decided that these creatures were a menace to society and made it his personal goal to get rid of them. He joined theGerman Army and became a member of the Special Forces. At age 30, he retired from the German Army and became a Merc. He attempts to destroy any supernatural creature he comes into contact with. Spooks and goblins beware.....

[shahi]

Name: Charnique Shakuas

Age:17

Race: Icie(element controler)

Race Information: An Icie is a cat like creature that can control climate or one or more elements. They usually keep to themselves, away from humans, and stay in rural areas although some do live in crowded cities and towns. Most Icie's are considered able to take care of themselves at the age of 8 or 9. They are known to have little patience, a wild nature, and short tempers.

Description (Mundane): Charnique has light brown eyes and dark brown almost black hair with unnoticeable sliver streaks braided back into a ponytail that falls just below her shoulders. She's short for her age standing at a 5'4". Her skin is a light tan color and she has an almost child appearance and is often mistaken for a 15yr old. She often wears blue jeans and a light purple shirt with a blue jacket. She also wears a necklace with little charms on it.

Description (True):In her true form her eye's are a dark purple color. Her hair turns a silverish white and silver slash like stripes appear on her stomach and arms. Her fangs and claws also become apparent.

Occupation: A high school student

Bizarre/Supernatural powers: She controls Ice and climate

Weapons/Possessions: aries daggers, dark blade

Background: As a child Charnique stayed with her parents until she was 8. She was sent away to train in the art of fighting with daggers and swords for 5yrs. Her teacher was a member of a once well known clan that had faded away from memory years ago. When she was 13 she took a more human form and started to try to blend in to the human way of life. She kept training and got better as she got older. Charnique also got better at making friends although she always felt like she was alone. She blended in to the human culture quite well by the time she was 15.Although her wild nature some times gets the better of her
Misc. Information:

[Matarael]

[B]Name:[/B] Destis Borani
[B]Age:[/B] 24
[B]Race:[/B] Vampire
[B]Race Information:[/B] None needed, I think.
[B]Description (Mundane):[/B] Quite a calous individual, Destis seems quite aloof to those who see him. He wears a long black coat and sports a pair of sunglasses. He also wears a black bandanna under his mid-length black hair. He does have a few friends where he works, but they are none the wiser. To them, he is just a witty, slightly gothic, character, who always provides decent conversation.
[B]Description (True):[/B] Under his disguise, Destis is a hardened battle-fanatic, but still over-confident with his abilities as a warrior. His canine teeth do seem a bit sharper than average, but this is generally overlooked. His blood-drinking is only at night, and is kept secret, as he kills his victims after drinking their blood.
[B]Occupation:[/B] Bartender at a Nightclub. He lives above his place of occupation, in a small apartment room without a window. Perfect!
[B]Bizarre/Supernatural powers:[/B] Other than being able to drink blood without becoming nautious, Destis has the ability to transform in a selection of small, darkness-themed creatures, such as bats or snakes. However, this requires quite some energy and he can only keep the form for a small time. He also has the ability to move silently, and has pin-point accuracy as well as night vision.
[B]Weapons/Possessions:[/B] He owns a rather over-sized pistol, the bullets of which have been specially made on the Black Market by melting down silver. This makes them very effective against both vampires and werewolves. He also has a small dagger crafted from silver, which has the same effect.
[B]Background:[/B] Destis grew up in Italy, in a small town near Naples. He was bitten by a vampire when he was 13, and the change became obvious quite quickly. He suddenly became distasteful at sunshine (not great when you are living in the Mediterranian) and he could no longer use his parents silver-ware. When it became clear after he was found by the corpse of an old man, he was disowned from the family, and ordered to leave the country. So, he came to New York, where he wishes to both hone his skills, and stop others from suffering the same fate as he.
[B]Misc. Information:[/B]

[Xander Harris]

(This RPG looks Awesome!!!)

Name: Uila Nioco

Age: 300

Race: Elf/Pheonix born

Race Information: Pheonix born are Elvish men and women who once died. But
they were brought to life by Pheonix blood. Now, when they die, they are reborn from their ashes like a pheonix. They tend to ban together, and worship the sun god.

Description: Uila has dull green eyes that suddenly flash with fiery brilliance when he is angered or when an enemy is near. He has thick black, matted hair then goes down to his shoulders. He is thin and wiry, but there is a surprising amount of strength and vitality in his limbs.

Occupation: Bank clerk by day, agent for Department 7 by night

Bizarre/Supernatural powers:

Rebirth: When killed, Uila may unleash a burst of energy that slays all evil in his vicinity. He then will be reborn from his ashes within a day.

Tears of the pheonix: Uila's tears may heal all wounds, like those of a phoenix.

Flight: Uila can surround himself with a green, fiery bird-like construct, and then may fly. The construct can deal damage when he flies past a foe.

Great strength: Uila has incredible strength.

Detect enemy: His eyes flash when someone with hostile intention is near.

Wind mastery: Uila can summon and control strong winds.

Detect shadowkind: Eyes flash when other Shadowkind are near.

Weapons/Possessions:

3 Tiol (the god of birds in the shadow world) daggers: 3 small daggers with a green gem in the center of the hilts. 1 can absorb magical attacks, 1 becomes surrounded when thrown and gains more and more power the further it travels (not so effective at short range, but a devastating long range attack), and 1 that will return to it's weilder when thrown.

Pistol: standard issue to Department 7 agents.

Laptop computer

Ear-piece communicator

Trench coat

Background: Uila was a great Elven warrior back in his own world. He was the primary scout for the greatest of the Elven warlords. One day, he was scoping out the territory in front of the advancing Elven army, and he saw a great horde of giants and ogres approaching. He ran back toward the troops, but one of the ogre shamans had cast a detection spell. The army shot Uila dead. His animal companion, a pheonix, flew back to the elves and warned them of the oncoming army. The elves achieved victory that day, and the pheonix flew back to the side of it's fallen master. It cried over it's master's corpse, then died. Uila rose again, transformed into one of the Pheonix-Born.

But the new life came with a price. Dark sorcerors craved the power of the Pheonix- Born, which only a few select few worthy souls were chosen by those enigmatic birds. They persued Uila relentlessly, and drove him to seek seclusion in the woods. There, he found a pool of muddy water. The water seemed to call to him; to bubble and churn with a hypnotic song. Uila stepped into the water, and the next thing he knew he had awoken on the streets of New York.

Little memory of his former life remains. He sees his homeworld in dreams at night. And sometimes in nightmares. He quickly learned to his Elf ears in public, and eventually had plastic surgery to make them look more normal. In the early days, when he was confused and scared, he met an agent of the government agency known as Department 7. Department 7 took him in, and taught him of his true origins, and of how to survive in the mortal's world. They put him through training, and made him into one of their agents. Thanks to a few papers signed by the President of the United States, he was secured a job as a bank clerk. His current mission for Department 7 is to monitor and catalogue the other Shadowkind in NYC, as well as those that hunt the Shadowkind. Occasionally, his duties require him to engage someone (or something) to learn the extent of their abilities and enter them into his datafiles, but typically he just observes.

Uila is all business. He is diligent, calculating, and resourceful. But despite his workaholic exterior, he is known to develop great affection for those he considers friends. Although he would never admit it, he has come to care deeply for some of those beings that he is charged to observe.

Miscellaneous: Uila can ask Department 7 for things if he needs them, and he makes very good money as a government agent. He is skilled in Judo.

[ColourDeaf]

Alright, people, I think that's enough, I'll allow people who have asked to have a spot held for them, and there's one guy who has just PM'd me, and they can join, but i think as of this moment....
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Wait for it...
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Sign up's are closed.
Anyone else wishing to join will have to PM me, alright?
The characters are good, but I would like to ask Undefeated to tone his character down just a tad. 40 times the size of a wolf is roughly the size of an Juggernaut truck, and having that level of physical prowess, along with the funds and equipment of a huge mega-corporation is a teensy bit unbalancing. Also, Deamon, could ou be a bit more specific when you say you're character's is "impervous to most kinds of mundane attacks"
Anyway, I'll make the RP soo, so hang on a few seconds, ok?
Anyone with any questions just PM me and I'll get back when I can.
Cheers,
ColourDeaf

[Swordsaint]

Thanks for saving me a spot colourDeaf! now here be me...


Name: Raynor Thomas
Age: 25
Race: Human
Description (Mundane): Raynor appears to be any other person walking down the street. He stands at 6ft. 2, with short cut black hair, and cold, knowing frost blue eyes. His 189 lb frame is heavily muscled, bearing old battle scars. Typically, he's seen wearing a long, heavy, black trenchcoat, with a patch of a silver dragon sewn on the right armsleeve of the coat.

Description (True): Basically the same, except his eyes have a whitish glow about them, and a strange aura of light surrounds him.

Occupation: Formerly sergent(sp?) of the 101st airborne, He now recieves his pay from the occasional job done for department 7, and the knights of the Silver Dragon, an order Holy Knights that protect the world from the more vile denizens of the shadow.

Bizarre/Supernatural powers: Being a Holy knight, Raynor can heal the wounds of his comrades that would normally kill them, and creatures of the shadow fear the holy light that burns within him.

Empower weapon: Raynor also can empower his weapon with magical abilities to affect creatures that would not normally be affected. (Works only with melee weapons, and takes about five seconds to empower it.

Weapons/Possessions: A glock 17 loaded with silver bullets, a Katana, and a sawed off Spaz-12 shotgun, loaded with explosive rounds. he has extra Mundane and silver rounds for each.

Background: Raynor grew up, living a normal, simple life. Growing out of the old horror stories and worlds of fantasy that most everyone grows out of. at eighteen, he joined the army's 101st ariborne, where he rose to the rank of sargent(sp?). Four years later he was discharged from the army after his unit was ambushed and anihilated, leaving him the sole survivor. He reported that he had gone out on recon to locate a guerella encampment, while the rest of the unit made ready for the attack. Raynor returned to the sound of gunfire, and screams of terror. A gray blur danced with amazing speed among the troops, while they were besieged by a relentless swarm of enemies. Their gunfire had little or no effect on them, and none could get a bead on the dancing blur of death. Raynor hurled his grenades into the moaning swarm before charging into the fray. He unloaded his ammo into the horde, and when his gun clicked empty, he layed into them, using his rifle as a club, while slashing wildly with his knife. The gray blur stopped before him. Raynor realed back in shock, it was...a man? No not a man, this person's skin was gray, like that of a corpse, and it's teeth, were long and pointed. It's red eyes glowed with an intense hatred. Raynor looked around, severl of the enemy lay scattered amongst the corpses of his entire platoon, only three of them were standing, not counting this...[I]thing[/I] . It grinned wickedly at him.

"Come on soldier boy, let's see what you got." The creature sprinted at him, not as fast as it had when his troops were still standing, but faster than any human could. It swiped with it's deadly razor like claws, easily shreding his fatuiges(sp?) and armor. He drew his sidearm, planting two rounds into the creatures chest. The beast looked down in shock, then it's wicked grin returned. No blood flowed, the creature hadn't even been hurt. A light flickered on the creatures wrist, his watch had begun beeping. It snarled in disgust.

"Saved by the light, your lucky." it turned sprinting off into the night, carrying one of his dead comrades with it.

'Misc. Information: Since his first encounter with the shadow, and his discharge from the military, he has taken a keen interest with the katana, and has dedicated several hours to training and mastering it. He ranks as one of the deadliest swordsmen in the knights, and has been given the title 'fang of the dragon'

[ColourDeaf]

Alright, the RP's started, so feel free to post.