~ Flavour Text ~

"Uh, hey. Sorry to both you, I was just wondering if I could take a picture? Your outfit perfectly settles into the scene." The silver-haired male smiled sweetly while holding his camera delicately in hand.

~ Bio ~

Name: Percy
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi

~ Body information ~

Height: 5'5''
Weight: Average
Impairments: None
Birthmarks/scars: Small burn scars over left ankle and partially up his lower left leg. Nothing too drastic but the skin is clearly lighter and hair won't grow there anymore.
Tattoos: None

~ Mental information ~

Personality traits: Supportive type, loves hearing peoples dreams. Addicted to taking pictures whenever inspiration strikes him. Bit of a health nut, walks/peddle bikes everywhere.
If they like you: Will find himself taking pictures of you and telling you how much you mean to him. Owns a collage journal where he puts memories with people he likes, you'd find yourself in it.
If they hate you: He would prefer to avoid conflicts or confrontations, not one to remain bitter forever though.
Impairments: Doesn't like talking about himself much, very self conscious and is always worried if his works are good enough. In the moment of the photo he loves it but as time goes on he grows anxious of how good the piece is.
Habits: Going back to certain locations every few months to retake a picture that he already had just because he felt something was wrong/missing from it.

~ Background ~

TBA

~ Flavour Text ~

"What do I do for a living?" The red head held her chin between her thumb and forefinger... thinking to the magic users she tortures and experiments on in order to figure out what they are. How she grew so used to their screams that such was a melody to her at this point.
"Eh... government stuff. Its pretty boring honestly."

~ Bio ~

Name: Morgana Perthrew
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi

~ Body information ~

Height: 5'5''
Weight: Average
Body Shape: Hourglass
Impairments: Light limp in the left leg
Birthmarks/scars: No Birthmarks, one scar that goes from the centre of her chest down to the upper left leg. Erratic in nature, deeply embedded, looks almost like lightning
Tattoos: None

~ Mental information ~

Personality traits: Cocky, sly, brutally honest when she wants to be, liar when she needs to be.
If they like you: Will remain honest, give cuddles and kisses, put down any amount of work for you.
If they hate you: Cold shoulders, hard glares, deathly silence... thats all you'll get.
Impairments: OCD, Slight superiority complex though catches herself often.
Habits: biting her nails, then cutting them down to even size. Doodling. Day dreaming.

~ Background ~

TBA

~ Flavour Text ~

The table is silent as the cluster of people concentrates on their game, but the dealer feels the hairs raise on the back of their neck at the faint sound of footsteps that cut through the chatter and music of the casino. The figure approached the table with a sly, devilish grin. "Evening lovelies~" He purred, taking a slow drag from a large cigar as he stood beside the dealer, after expelling smoke to one side he looked to the players with his piercing red eyes. "Who fancies upping the stakes?"

~ Bio ~

Name: Sirius
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unknown
Position: Top

~ Body information ~

( H = Human form / D = Demon form )
Height: H - 5'10" / D - 6'2"
Weight: Always the same weight, average
Body Shape: Well built, strong frame.
Impairments: None
Birthmarks/scars: Small scars litter his body. One massive one across his chest
Tattoos: A quill on his left wrist and a roll of parchment on his right.

~ Mental information ~

Personality traits: Sly, cunning, flirtatious, deceiving
If they like you: Will keep your soul tethered to them, or if they can't bring themselves to take it (as if) they'll always watch you... always.
If they hate you: Will crush your soul as soon as they rip it from your pathetic mortal corpse.
Impairments: Egotistical, Narcasistic, Mild Megalomaniac.
Habits: Smoking cigars, slipping in and out of demon form

~ Background ~

Its unknown how Sirius came to own the casino, it practically rose out of the ground overnight and quickly gained a large following. People are lured in by the low entry fees and high chances of winning. As he is a demon he has no reason to care about money... he can manifest as much as he desires when he needs it. The entire building is a trap to pull humans in with their desire for fortune, he then strokes their egos (much as he hates doing so) to make them overconfident in their winning streaks. Then... he offers the deal of a lifetime, the next roll for their entire fortune... he never fully details what he gets from the players if they fail and more often than not they are too blinded by their pride and greed to ask.

Most of the souls he takes he devours, such helps him remain youthful and powerful... but some he keeps around as slaves working in the casino while others are just for his entertainment.

Hunters and demons alike have tried to take him down, but none have succeeded thus far. One got close... but no cigar.

Sirius is so confident in his casino that he doesn't even use the full extent of his disguise, sometimes not using one at all. Humans merely assume he is eccentric and had surgery done to appear as he does.

~ Currently Active with ~

~ Flavour Text ~
The dusty-blonde male sat quietly in class, while others paid attention to the lecture... he admittingly had a music theory journal hidden in the pages of his philosophy textbook.

[ Warning: Triggering Themes involving Mental/Physical abuse]

~ Bio ~

Name: Stanley Johstead
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bicurious
Position: Switch? Depends on roleplay

~ Body information ~

Height: 5'9''
Weight: Average
Body Shape: Lean, healthy build
Impairments: None
Birthmarks/scars: Two blotches on his ribcage,
Tattoos: At 18 got a tattoo over the birthmark to make it look like a musical note

~ Mental information ~

Personality traits: Very open individual around friends and those he trusts, only people he isn't open to is his parents. Creative musically, sometimes tries his hand at physical art but doesn't think its as good as his music
If they like you: He'll try his hardest to write you a song. Its the best way he knows to show how he cares.
If they hate you: Can tend to give the cold shoulder, not wanting to talk to those he dislikes.
Impairments: Very self-conscious, worried about messing up all the time. Anxious. Whenever visiting family is very down as he really doesn't like how his parents treat him.
Habits: Tapping his fingers rhythmically, humming when its too quiet.

~ Background ~

Ever since he could coordinate his hands properly, Stanley loved music. He tapped on smooth surfaces like they were drums, made fake instruments from empty loo-rolls and shoeboxes, even sang using hairbrushes as a microphone. Though with each attempt to sing out his souls delight, his parents swiftly corrected him. They are heavily religious people and think any music that isn't classical is wicked. They would go as far as beating their child or locking him away without dinner to try and get him to stop with the foul dreams he had.

When he turned 16, he snuck off with some older friends to go to a concert. He loved it... The music made him feel so alive and vibrant and everyone there was so free. He wished that night lasted forever... but alas, he soon had to face the horrors of his parent's wrath once they realized he was missing.
After the concert, he was going to stay at a friend's house, but found his parent's car down the street. They dragged him by the ear and exclaimed how disappointed they were. He doesn't remember much of that night... locking away the traumatic memory... He remembers waking up in the basement and his parents taking him to hospital, declaring he was delusional after being attacked at a concert.

When he turned 18, he moved out. Bitter that he couldn't move out of the city as his parents only gave him the money under the agreement that he'd live close by and visit often... Thus he bought a small apartment close to the university/college he desired to go to. While going to a course that would please his parents, he spends all the time he can trying to learn music. Though such is hard with the locked away traumas plaguing his mind...


~ Currently Active with ~

@Mister - After expressing how he wants to learn music to a close friend, she recommends going to her father to practise music between his classes. He is hesitant... though takes the advice.

~ Flavour Text ~

The male with sharp-rimmed glasses sat silently behind his study desk, looking over documents that his hacker had swiped up from cop records. He sighed, eyes fixated on the papers as he spoke: "If you wish to keep your eyes in that pretty little head of yours..." His gaze flicked forward to glare daggers at his guest. "I suggest you stop staring and state what's on your mind."

~ Bio ~

Name: Sebastian
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bicurious
Position: Dom

~ Body information ~

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 179lbs
Body Shape: Muscular, mesomorphic
Impairments: Visually impaired, wears glasses.
Birthmarks/scars: Light scarring on his lower back.
Tattoos: His syndicate insignia on his left wrist.

~ Mental information ~

Personality traits: Stern, level-headed, sly, flirtatious
If they like you: He'll give you quirky nicknames and be sure to make time for you. Protective and a little clingy of people he likes.
If they hate you: 'Sorry, who are you again?'
Impairments: Has irrational paranoia over the smallest of things, is getting better at not expressing these things verbally unless he really cares about someone or thinks they'll get hurt. Insomniac, takes sleep meds for it.
Habits: Tapping his fingers against a surface, making eye contact with people he wishes to speak to (doesn't seem that bad right? But he'll often do this to people standing across a busy space.)

~ Background ~

Sebastian was born and raised to lead the prime criminal syndicate in the city. His father lead it with an iron fist and was determined his successor was ready to take his place at any time... much to his mother's dismay. When Sebastian turned 6, she tried to run off with him. Hoping to find him a better life. But her plans were thwarted and she was made an example of right in front of Sebastian. He watched her brutal death and it is burned into his mind... He despised his father from there on, having no choice but to keep up with his vile expectations until he seized his moment to overthrow him.

If he wanted a successor... he'd take up his position by force. He suffocated the bastard right in his study where he overlooked the subway base. He was unable to just take off after that, not with over one hundred people now looking to him to lead. He bitterly continues the syndicate though runs it his way. Anyone who tells him otherwise is swiftly corrected, no matter their age or condition.

~ Currently active with ~

@o_o - Sebastian needed a break from the hefty workload, slipping to a bar to drink away the aches and pains... however, he spotted an individual across the place and became infatuated soon as their eyes met.