Lycanthropy in Amsterdam.

[StellaNero]

Year 2030, and it's Amsterdam- what else can be said? A part infested with what many would call 'filth' but are in so many ways so much more beautiful than anyone than those in the 'civilised' parts of the world.
A large mansion hidden deep in a forest serves as a point of return for vampires and Lycans alike, as well as other such races in this town where many come to 'let their hair down', and their guard. Nearby is a town, a classic of Amsterdam, where there may be suspicions and rumours of what is hidden in that forest and who it is walking in their streets at night.
In the next town along there is now a metal fest, huge, and here those who can stay out during the day and night have been dwelling for the last few days and just enjoying the feel of so much warm flesh, blood and sweat all around them, it's dizzying, and the drugged up head-banging, moshing fanatics serve as the perfect objects of brief intimacy, desire and in the end, feed and kill.
With still four days left before their return to the mansion the elders struggle to control the thirsts of the younger Lycans, overwhelmed by this new surrounding, as not to arrouse suspicion to their presence.

Name: Rico
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Anything with warm blood. [But other than that, straight]
Race: Lycan
For: 2 years.
Looks: Chin length, unkempt, unwinding dreaded, black hair half shielded by sight with a dirtied and tatty grey beanie frames the latino tanned face. A scar runs down the left cheek of the other wise perfectly structured face with a ring studded through the lip, and another three into one eyebrow, as well as a simple white gold stud in the other. His ears too are penetrated by various metals in the forms of loops and studs. A lace choker round the neck exhibits a fine example of a pewter pentagram, Lucifer's side up, of course.
His well-toned Latino but undead body is draped in blacks experiencing different stages of fading and disarray, including a worn trenchcoat with a characteristic blood spill at the back, calf length thick strapped boots cling over the tight fraying denim.
Choker-like metal bracelets rung up his arms, riddled with scars from his mock-battles with other young at the mansion. A tattoo of barbed wire streams down the his left arm and a tattoo on the elft of his chest reads 'The Sweet Life' in Italian. The classic 'Love' and 'Hate' tats scar his wrists and lastly, the eye of a wolf stares out from the bottom of the back of his neck.
Personality: He's probably a little too confident for his own good, to put it moderately, and a natural born leader, he pretty much rules of the other young lycans, some might say he is however a bully and has bullied his way to this unspoken role. Despite this, he probably has quite good reason to be cocky, one of the the brightest of his kind and age you'll find, he is also the wittiest, a quick-thinker, strong both physically and mentally, and also, his looks don't exactly leave him much to worry over. His loved ones are always kept close and causing hurt to them would be a great mistake. Accompanying these traits also comes his brutality towards others, he is merciless and unforgiving and will never forget a wrong by another, "forgive and forget" is for the weak, he would say. The elders resent him and keep a watchful eye on him as he shows them cheek often and a classic example of a rebel in the mansion as he ignores so many of the rules with such arrogance and sometimes blind stupidity which is bounced back with a kind of straight forward, dumb luck.
An over cautious being, trying to get him to open up to you would be a great mistake as he would immediately question your motive and remain suspicious of you for as long as it take for you to just say one word out of place and accusations to fly.

His grey eyes scan his surroundings keenly but patiently, a deep hunger for the warmth is within him as he observes the humans roam, sweat ridden and unaware of the dangers surrounding them brought by the other Lycan's presences. The reverbarations of the sounds ahead, the drums beating, the mosh screaming just excites him even more. He is not totally aware, but is cautious, that one of the elders is watching.

[Spawn]

Name: Dante
Age: 21
Sexual orientation: Straight
Race: Werewolf
For: Four years
Looks: He has long silver hair, that stops just beneath his shoulder, his face is thin and handsome, he has a light blue eyes, that glimmer sofly in the moon light, there cool and confident. His lips are bright red and his skin is permanantly tanned. He's got a well compact body, he's not obviously muscular, but he's still got them. He speaks in a laid back voice, its deep but sometimes breaks into a higher pitch (usually when he gets angry). He wears a long red leather trench coat and underneath that a black t-shirt with chaings going round it, his trouseres are made out of black leather. He's tall and towers above smaller people. Unlike other people of his spices he's not catious, he's confident in everything he does, and believes himself to be immortal.


Dante lounged around at the heavy metal concert, watching all the people pass him, his heart felt like it could explode in his chest, all these people, all these meals waiting to happen. He knew he couldn't attack them, or do anything to them, it was broad daylight, he would have to wait, especially since he didn't want to make the elders mad. As he thought this anger flowed through him, what did he care about the elders, why should he follow their rules? When the time came he would rebel, he knew he would, but at the moment he was happy, he didn't need to do anything, yet.

[[Six]]

Name: Sabien
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual <--- [Duh]
Race: Lycan
For: 5 Months.
Looks: Sabien is new in the ranks of the undead, tall with sharp features and a slender agile body. His hair is cut in a messy style and is dyed a deep crimson complete with synthetic black hair pieces. His eyes are a dull yellow with black slit like pupils. Dressed in a red t-shirt with a inticate band logo on it and tight fitting blue jeans, Neon Green mesh gloves and a silver studded dog collar. His slender lips are painted a deep purple and his eyes are framed by thick lines of black eyeliner. He is adorned with metal, a simple golden tongue stud, snakebites and 3 gold rings at the top of his right ear amongst others which are rarely shown.
Personality: He is a sly and malicious hedonist. Only looking out for himself and only looking for friendship if it will make him gain status. He is a cold individual who hates working as a team and regularly disobeys orders.

[StellaNero]

[glow=red,2,300]Sorrryyy, Ralph forgot to mention the Personality bit, though you seem to have put a bit anyway. Just saying so you can go back and add more if you want.[/glow]

[x-Lateral_Delusion-x]

[glow=red,2,300]hope you don't mind if I join [/glow]

Name: Gwendolyn and Jayden-Sabriel (twins)
Age: 23
Gender: Female (at last) and male
Sexual orientation: straight (Gwendolyn) and bi (J-S)
Race: Vampire
For: four years each
Looks: Gwen is petite and slim with ivory skin and smooth ebony hair and bright green eyes. She dresses in black corseted blouses and tight black jeans and flat black leather dolly shoes. She wears heavy eye makeup white powder and dark purple lipstick. She wears a dark silver cross with black stones as a symbol of her mental strength over pain. She has a tattoo of a pair of black angel wings on the nape of her neck her ears and navel are peirced and she wears silver coloured gothic jewelery
J-S is tall and muscullar with messy black hair, green eyes and sallow skin he has slight facial hair which is immaculateley groomed. He wears baggy black jeans torn with zips and a tight black t-shirt. He has a celtic design tattooed on his right arm and a broken heart over his own unbeating one. He also has his left eyebrow peirced
Personality: Gwen is quietly confident with a tendancy to smugness. She is a cold intelectual character. Manipulative, with little sympathy towards others, especially others who are weak. She prefers to keep her solitude but will speak up and take control should the situation arise. She is the dominant twin.
J-S is a natural leader, proud yet not stupid with it and with a vampiric agression. He is compassionate to those who accept his rule. Allthough not the dominant twin his voice is always heard

[StellaNero]

Bio:
Name: Gaines
Age: 219
Appears to be: Late twenties.
Sexual orientation: Straight [but uninterested].
Race: Lycan
For: 198 years.
Looks: A tall being originally from the western coast of Southern Ireland has the skin tone to reflect this, weathered but otherwise with the appearance of healthy. His tufty short hair is brown, but in the light the ginger of his heritage is just visible at the roots.
He drapes himself in tight grey denim jeans, flaring out at the bottom with the hem upturned; a long scarlet tight-fitted, detailed gown-like coat, with a royal blue clash of cotton clinging to his bodice beneath. His shoes are quite plain, a pale brown with darker soles. He was well aware his younger acquaintances quite frequently mocked him in rapid whispers for his guise- but why should this bother him?
He's had his time to go with the stereotypical fashionings of a Lycan and he's still got the rest of his immortalized lifespan to explore the wide array of costume available.
Personality: Kind and wise but easy-going, he shows great concern for the unruly young but makes sure he is careful to not restrict them so much as to take from them their freewill.
Quiet and passive, patient, he proved himself frequently as an effective stalker.

[glow=red,2,300]Sorry, this is so long ;D got carried away.[/glow]

Gaines' keen yellow slit pupil eyes are unmoving from the quivering body, quivering excitement of Rico. The young man had always been trouble, especially in places such as this, where he went unnoticed very well, and Gaines chose to bear an unspoken responsibility for him, as it was him who brought Rico into their community after all.
The boy, he'd found him, two years back, much in the way he was watching him now- he'd been quivering, but not with excitement that time, with grief, he rocked back on forth on the kerb before Gaines who remained unknown within the solid darkness of an alley. It was night, and there was a ferocious storm of hail upon the town; the boy was oblivious to this apparently. With Gaines' age he'd learned what an uninterrupted peer into a person can gain, hidden emotion, memory and thoughts.
His name, Rico, aged, 17, reason for his current state: heartbroken and ruined. He'd been stood up by a girl he'd fallen and remained in love with for a year, and who'd admitted to a second, sordid relationship: to cheating on Rico for a fortnight with her sex-hungry ex. But she'd promised it was over and he was the only one for her. Was this apparently not so, as she had not turned up for what would be their first time out since the flurry of harsh words had passed between the two the week before, since they'd chosen to forgive and forget.
Gaines emerged from the alley, Rico remained completely unaware, even as those penetrating eyes did not leave him. This boy could be taken, this boy didn't have anything left to live for, why not?
The hail smothered what little sound Gaines' careful small paces made as he approached. Another flash of hiccuping thoughts: "Letha!... Bitch!... Revenge...".
Letha? The girl's name?
The boy wanted revenge. No, he was not ready for an end. But the boy intrigued him, he wanted him to be a part of himself... so if he could not feed...
An instant: They were both in the alley, one blind from the darkness, the other not so. It was enthralling to Gaines, the flesh beneath him, squirming and struggling to bring up the cries for help; the fear in the air was insatiable and the familiar boil of excited anticipation within him was arousing itself.
At will, he morphed, careful to keep his acquaintance beneath him and without much of a second thought descended with a thrill and a crunch into the shoulder area. There was a scream and Gaines vice of a jaw crushed on further into the flesh and breaking bone. It had to be enough, as the boy, Rico, went limp, passed out with the relentless pain. It was all that was necessary. The next sundown he'd be so much more incredible, such a more beautiful and strong being than any other human he could've ever come across.
Back in the present day, Rico had risen and was approaching a girl of about the same age as his mortal body. It took a little more to penetrate that mind now it was supernatural but it was no competition for Gaines who immediately rose and presented himself in front of the young man.
"Fuck." Rico stepped back and rolled his eyes after his initial shock at Gaines' appearance.
"I found a body in the woodland, already, it won't be long until a human finds it and although they will not lock onto it, your scent is all over it." Gaines' glare did not move from Rico's angering face, he interrupted before Rico spoke, "No more, one's bad enough. If you want to blend in so well, then behave as they would. I don't believe there are many others who will take the form of a wolf and maul a body mercilessly, do you?"
"Shut up, I won't-"
"You will," Gaines never became any less astounded at the arrogance this boy displayed, especially within the supposed security of his mind, "Again, don't even think about it. Enjoy this as a mortal will, do not step out of line again or there will be consequences this time, Rico."
Rico moved about on his feet uncomfortably, not quite resigned yet though, "No one will know though, they didn't know last time, it stumped them completely, they just assumed it was an animal, escaped from the zoo or something,"
"You might as well be," Gaines flashed a disgusted and stupefying look at Rico, even though the remembrance of himself at that age thinking the same had echoed in his mind, "We do not want to create mass fear, I've told you, it leads to anger, a secret found out and revolt, a hunt, a war; all because a stupid boy couldn't keep himself to himself."
The thoughts of attacking anyone else had diminished from Rico but he wore a smile which shouted out nothing but the most outright cheek, "Would be fun, I say," A teethy smile.
"Get the hell out of my sight,"
"Uh? You're gonna follow me anyway, though, what's the point?" He laughs to himself and walks to wards a stage.
Peering round the clusters Gaines' senses pick out each Lycan one by one as the sun sets, however far they are from him in this area, there's quite a few young ones, just a couple other elders, resenting that they're having to be there, no doubt a few of the vampires would join them when dusk officially arrived. No one else seems to have made an attempt to do as Rico did yet. But it was only really time till another gave into the temptations, he could feel it within.

[Stanic]

[glow=red,2,300]*cough* Underworld *cough* [/glow]

Name: Jaice

Age: 56

Appears to be: 25

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Race: Vampire

For: 34 Years

Looks: 6'3" athletic Peroxide blonde and Black hair very dark brown eyes, eyebrow and lip piercing, has an Anarchy 2/1 tattoo on his back (anyone unfamiliar can ask me to draw it for them) and tribals on his upper arms, Wheres white/red/black leather motorbike trousers and, black Voodoo Six vest, NewRock 591 boots, and quite a lot of goth/punk jewellery

Personality: Smokes (sorry!) considered a bit of a womanizer (or Vamp equivelant) generally thought of as quite gentle and generous however he is deadly in a fight,. quite outgoing and not afraid to share his emotions


[glow=red,2,300]oh and also do we get guns ;D[/glow]

[StellaNero]

[glow=red,2,300]Heh, yes you can have guns if you really must [and I was thinking it's really Underworldy when I started.]
Someone must carry this on after me now, I can't remember who said they would do it, Ben or Ralph, whoever gets there first.[/glow]

Dante caught onto the sensing of an elder just as it passed, what had he found out? Hopefully nothing, there was probably another already in the midst of being caught out carrying another attack.
He stands and peers around. His power to sense is clearly not nearly as percept as that of an elder yet but he could still tell apart an immortal from a mortal at as close range as, say, half a mile.
His sight almost immediately locks onto Rico right before he disappears into a mass of mosh, this leads his eyes to Gaines who is keeping a slight eye on Rico but seems to have locked onto something, someone else, who? Gaines suddenly swings round and over the distance and through the wandering mess of young mortals locks onto Dante who quickly flashes an innocent thought of curiosity at why Gaines is there, the stare quickly withdraws and looks straight in one particular direction, right of Dante.
Dante too looks and sighs exasperatedly. Sabien, the youngest at the time now is standing on one of the final surviving benches dotted around (as in, it hadn't been chucked in a bonfire or pulled apart for a drunken brawl), smiling manically- how obvious could he make it, what he was about to do as he called out to men around him, a few actually approaching.
But no, this idiocy was perfect, the elders will be too busy sorting him out to keep an eye on Dante! They'd never suspect him anyway, just a 'goody two-shoes' really, it had to end, tonight, now, before the sun fully set, that was an hour he guessed.
Dante gave a last peer round. A pang of guilt struck through him as he remembered J-S, he would be disappointed, but Dante felt he had to do it, he had to.
With a final glance to what had now become a commotion around Sabien joined with not only three elders including Gaines but the slightly middle aged Jaice who just seemed to be there for the thrill of seeing the gay one being scorned.
This was the time to act...

[Spawn]

[glow=red,2,300]New chracter[/glow]

Name: Nuncio
Age: Appears to be a typical sixteen year old
Race: Human
Appearance: Appears like a typical metal fan, he wears drain pipe jeans the cling tightly to his skinny legs, his body, while skinny is muscular, his hair is a dark brown, he wears tops with his favourite bands on, mostly these tops are devoid of colours, his eyes are a dark hazel colour, but occasionally flash red. His face is slim and bony.
Personality: Likes metal and going out with friends, slightly to confident about his looks and abilities, however there’s something more sinister, more demonic that haunts his insides, its monstrous, old and very powerful, I took over him a long time ago, he still doesn't know he's been possesed.
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Dante looked for the easiest of pray, his heart was now pounding painfully in his chest, he could almost taste the crisp, sweet blood flowing around his mouth. Then he saw her, a young looking teenage girl, her hair was long and brown, she was wearing a flimsy tube top, and her eyes seemed to be scanning the crowd. She was very naive and she was going to be very easy to manipulate. With a sigh of joy he strode over towards her, flicking his wonderful, silver hair out of his face, to shows his magnificent blue eyes.
"Hiya, this place is turning out to be a real drag, don't ya think?" He asked coolly, she smiled at him, he could tell that she was taken back by his looks.
"Yeah, it could be better." She said, she went onto say:
"Do you know what it needs...?" Immediately Dante saw his opening, it was obvious what had made her stand out, she was addicted to something, he must have sensed her giving the signals of lust.
"I know someone, a friend, close to hear, he can give you what you need." Said Dante smiling innocently, he felt her heart jump in excitement.
"Really? How much?" She asked, hardly concealing her joy
"I'll pay, my treat." He replied showing a toothy grin.

Meanwhile Nuncio watched them walk of into the distance, he didn't really know why he was drawn to them, yet he was. Then suddenly, a horrible voice exploded into his mind, it sounded like chalk on a black board.
"Follow them." It hissed, and to his surprise he obeyed, once the voice disappeared he felt totally normal again. It was probably his imagination. Yet he followed them anyway.

The sun was almost completely down now, and Dante had lead the girl to the spot, it was deserted street, no one would ever find her here.
"Are you sure this is the right spot, it doesn't look like it has anything I want." She asked, her voice starting to quiver
"No, it doesn't, but it has something I want." Laughed Dante, the moon rose, and he felt the transformation, the power, the strength flowed through him, as quick as lighting he was on top of her. She screamed and screamed, the neck was the first thing he tore at, the blood spilled out into his mouth, warming his throat and body, making him feel truly alive. Every sensation tingled every part of him exploded with ecstasy, he could feel her weakening body twist, bend and break underneath him, she was still conscious, squirming madly against him. His wolf like paws caressed her soft skin and then cut into her stomach, the wonderful blood flowed out, like a fountain of life. And all to quickly it was over. To his horror he thought he saw someone watching, but managed to convince himself it was his imagination

[[Six]]

Gaines grabbed the young Sabien by the arm, tearing him off of the bench. "Gaines what are you doin- " he started. "What do you mean what am I doing , are you insane trying to get us discovered you foolish juvenile, get back to the mansion." demanded Gaines. "Get off me old man, you seriously need to lighten up. Why do the vamps get to have all the fun I need some blood." he whined, ripping his arm from Gaines the storming off into the crowd.

[StellaNero]

Nuncio could barely move, blink even, that was sick, surely he was mentally scarred for life now. Ah well, gave him something to tell the people back home when he returned, though they'd probably think him mad, didn't matter, he knew what he saw.
"Fucking intuition." He muttered with panic strong in his tone, and began to turn from the bloodied scene before him as he witnessed the wolf-man-thing turn back into the man he'd followed right before him and began to slowly leave the scene from his hiding place in an alley.

Dante swung round, there was someone there, he heard them; there was a presence... Rapid and precise eyes focused in on a moving figure not far among the trees, Dante began to move forward quickly until another figure burst out from his left in front of him, as he had just come in line with the girl's shredded corpse again.
"You did this!" Sabien growled happily.
"N-No!"
"You did! I saw you!" He was near hopping with excitement, even one of the supposedly good ones had attacked when they'd been specifically forbidden!
Dante studied the young man, "You wouldn't?"
"Tell?" Sabien grinned manically and threw his head back with a positively charged squeal of laughter, "But this is brilliant! And they'll blame me, you know they will, even though I'm not interested in the scum of the cunt! I should tell!"
Dante looked coolly and darkly into Sabien's face, "But you won't."
Sabien looked thoughtfully, considering this... "Nah... I won't, but I'm warning you now, I'm pretty sure if I told J-S, you'd find that much worse, losing his respect n'all,"
"Don't-"
"I won't, just back me up, say it wasn't me when, if, no doubt really, they find this body, eh?" Sabien smirked.
"...Sure," Dante resigned, "I saw something, someone, over there," Dante pointed into the darkness compressed in the alley where he'd seen the figure.
"First time breaking the rules? Nerves. You imagined it dammit, forget it, c'mon, I'm going back to the mansion." Sabien began back on his walk, briefly pausing to admire Dante's handiwork.
Dante swung his vision quickly back... he was sure, but no, don't dwell on it, he went with Sabien, there was nothing more to do here anyway.

Nuncio had heard the other figure and his instincts told him just to leave, get away, but the cruel voice rang sharp again:
"Go back! Now! Listen!"
He was compelled to obey and went, silently, hidden within the darkness between the alleys as night increased it's press on the scene, and listened.
It was strange, he knew, he didn't understand and when the figures finally began to leave he shook with relief, could he leave now?
"No! Follow!"
A sob strangled in his throat as he rose from his crouch and began to stalk behind the two figures down the street, abolished by a strange overwhelming feel of excitement and newfound everlasting courage, he could do anything; the feeling was delectable, shuddering right through his every cell, consuming him, overwhelming the character within.

[x-Lateral_Delusion-x]

J-S wiped the corpses blood off his lips and moved aside for his sister to feed.
"You seem preoccupied Gwendolyn"
"Lycans" hissed Gwen
"Don't allow your thoughts to dwell on them sister" dismissed J-S "our time of residence here amongst them will be brief"
"More brief still if they discover you have broken your own decree" Gwen brushed her raven hair back as she bent her neck to feed under the watery moonight. A two rows of fine white marble tombstones and two sharp knifes that had created just as many stones of granite. She fed in total silence while her brother watched intently; almost excited by the movements of her hungry lips on the dead boy's throat and entranced by the violence of her feeding. Suddenly he was roused from his transfiction by a change in the air. Someone approached their feeding place traveling at a fair speed. He could feel them on the breeze and sense them between the deep vegitation.
"Be still sister, younglings approach" he warned in a hushed whisper. Gwen stopped her feeding, wiping the blood off her lips. "And blood" added J-S, amused; "a kill has been made"
"Against your pact" said Gwen, smiling toothily
"Be silent" hissed J-S "they are pursued by fresh meat. Ae you not still hungry my sister?"

[StellaNero]

[glow=red,2,300]Hee hee, Amsterdam ads at the top of the screen
And can I point out that Dante is pretty much the same 'age' as Gwen and J-S- so he's not really a youngling to them? [/glow]

Nuncio was not quite dormant in his own body as it might've seemed as he managed to quite supernaturally keep up with the Lycans racing through the trees, at a safe distance. Within his self Nuncio screamed and fought with whatever it was which had taken control of his body, but to no avail, he was clearly no match. The voice, the demon, was quiet however, muttering incessantly to itself, to keep up and never let the Lycans out of sight, cursing the restrictions of this mortal body.
To Nuncio's relief, or so he thought, his body suddenly slowed to a near halt, the demon was listening, searching with it's own sense to detect again what he'd just felt as well as acutely paying attention to the mortal's mere smell, hearing, sight and 'feel'.
Surely not?
Just as he began to realise what it could well be the human senses picked it up, something approaching, fast, run. He had no choice, if the mortal died he was stuck, there would be no one else to transfer on into, no one came to these parts, the only option...
With a sharp turn they were heading in the other direction, the demon had to get back to being around other humans, had to throw off these predators; it was an agonising feat for the human whose screams of protest had risen to an all time high as his muscles seared under the supernatural ability adorned so suddenly onto them.
The predators were faster, the demon knew this, he could hear them, not far behind, they seemed to be playing; playing with their food.
Just wait! Wait till I'm out, fucking merciless blood-suckers!
They were back in the nearest town, but it was late at night now, hardly anyone about, no one suitable to transfer to, he had to keep going. The chase continued, the predators continuing to play their cruel game, sometimes speeding up, other times slowing right down, as if giving up, but then they were right there again, behind.
Not much longer! Keep back!
The next town came, where they'd witnessed the spilling of blood earlier, still not enough people, but people were close: hundreds! Nuncio's puppet body threw itself into the woodland surrounding the fest, So near!, and it might've felt like moments to Nuncio's fighting spirit, but within seconds they erupted into the safety of blood and flesh smothered grounds, the predators still hot on their path: speeding up now, very near.
The demon had slowed, it was safer in the swarms, he would not be recognised nearly as easily, but he had to find a new host, who? Who??
Then a boy hurried past, looking much like many others there, except of course standing out for his Latino complexion: there was something else about him though: His eyes, they were much like that of an animal, a hound, he'd seen that at least. Without much other thought Nuncio's body had whipped round and was hurrying after the Latino hound- eyed boy who headed straight for the trees as if in pain- seemingly oblivious to those around him, that he was being followed. The predators were here, the demon knew this now, there really was no time; With a final lunge of the muscles before the human body gave in Nuncio was before the rushing boy-and collapsed to the ground in a heap of limbs, exhausted and beaten, blacking out.

Rico was aware of the young man collapsing before him, strangely rushing to him even, he was aware that a strange sensation had hit him and his mind had temporarily phased out: but there was no time, the beast was to reveal itself and despite Rico's love for chaos, here, with these hundreds of people, was really not the ideal place to morph from a man to a wolf- it would be bad enough having an ordinary wolf in the vicinity.
His fingers splayed just as he reached the safety of the woodland, quickly curling with a delicious crack of bone, crushing together, shortening, his nails exploding; expanding: claws, paws, hair: everywhere, growing. Then the familiar crunch of pain as the spine arched forward and his face jutted, tail and ears shot out.
His senses were on fire all in a flash and a ripple of excitement rushed through the animal.
A hidden voice within Rico's mind screamed out with glee.

[x-Lateral_Delusion-x]

stellanero said:

[glow=red,2,300]Hee hee, Amsterdam ads at the top of the screen
And can I point out that Dante is pretty much the same 'age' as Gwen and J-S- so he's not really a youngling to them? [/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]I did notice. I used the word partly because they're young anyway and partly because he sees himself as being a lot older than he is."[/glow]

[StellaNero]

[glow=red,2,300]A pointer and reminder: They all know eachother as they all live in the mansion, Lycans and vampires alike, I thought this was clear at the beginning, but hey.
[Except Nancio, no one knows him, as he is just a simple human... who is now dying from exhaustion ;D Fun, fun.] [/glow]

[[Six]]

Sabien lay there, silent on the sofa, a television remote in his hand flicking through the music channels almost robotically as boredom swept over him. The roar of the music playing, reverberating against the stone walls. He heard the front door slam open, followed by a huge roar, "SABIEN, DANTE get here this instant.!" roared Gaines and some other Elders storming into the main hallway.
"YOU RED-HEAD, you thought you were off the hook, we found the body!" he growled menacingly.
"You should know I don't touch females!" replyed Sabien.
"How did you know she was female!"..

[Spawn]

Dante struggled to think of anything to say, Gaines scared him, he looked silly but there was something about him, his power that terrified him.
"Well, I, I sensed it." Said Saiben quickly, trying to think of something else, he needed to make sure Gaines couldn't read it.
"And how do you know it was us! it could have been Rico, or some other vampire or wearwolf we don't know about." Said Dante angrily

[StellaNero]

Rico stretched blissfully, marvelling in the joyous sound and feel of cracking joints followed by the compulsive relief. This space of woodland was clearly not appropriate for a good runabout, he was bound to run into some couple in the bushes or someone out for a shit, not fancying the portaloos, so he had to control the urges and just trot in this form until he was ready to turn back.

The voice within, the demon possession, felt about this new body, new lifeform, new experience; this trot was disapointing, he needed to experiment, he needed to feel what it could do. Listening to the being's thoughts, 'Rico''s, he worked out why there was so little action, but what did he care if it would mean punishment to the owner of this marvel of a body? Demons felt no real pain unless it was directly aimed for them, if they'd been revealed, so why shouldn't he be able to get the full experience?
He gave a little mindful force, and it was so easy, the being didn't fight it- he didn't expect his mind to be taken over all of a sudden anyway: the flesh was now the demon's possesion- just like that...
He sniffed the air, there was a human near, but at a distance for a charge, perfect!
Had the owner of this form- Rico, was his name?- Had he not felt this? Did he really have no temptations?

Rico screamed within, much like Nuncio had, but actually more desperately to the delight of the demon: he actually had a faint idea of what was happening, what was controlling his lifeform.
Get out, you fucker! You don't know what you're doing! You don't know what they'll do to me!

Ignorance is bliss, the demon told himself and turned in the direction of the mortal flesh- the lifeform drooled and an uncontrollable anticipation and excitement began to froth about ever particle. A second for mental preparation... and a charge!
The wind whipped the fur back, this felt good. The blood cells raced eachother now in this new and exciting form, this too felt good. The unaccountable hunger, recounting the memory of the taste of flesh and blood, this was insatiable! To feel such anticipation and excitement! It was glory in itself- and the actual feed! The meaning of 'couldn't wait' suddenly becomes so so clear. It all felt just too good as he darted under and over branches and stumps, roots and undergrowth, so near, so near, the first taste of blood!
Too good to be true!
Suddenly there was an unexpected blow- to the left side- that was quite clearly not meant to happen... Intent?
So close though!
The human was in sight now, but there was another blow, again to the left, that not even this body could hold off the force of and soon found itself skidding along in the dark and the undergrowth.
"Run!" A voice shouted out to the human, and the meal did so.
No!
Elders were approaching, the demon felt their immense strength and power, but the blow had been hard and proved to create a toll on the body as he struggled to rise: the original owner of the body sobbed within for the demon to stop.
"Rico!"
A punch in the head and they were back on the ground again.
It's all yours now, Rico! The demon called out cruelly with a cackle within, choosing to let the actual owner of the body to deal with these unpleasantries.

Rico's wolf form howled in protest as he suddenly returned to it fully.
"You fucking stupid boy!" Gaines kicked him, hurt in his eyes as he did so, where he lay, "Human form, now!"
Rico obeyed, turned back to his human self: "It wasn't me, I swear!" he cried instantly.
All three of the elder's there contorted their faces in disgust.
"You dare lie so blatantly to our faces!" One spat as he shrieked.
Rico tried to rise from his humiliating and weak position on the ground, but fell back with the aches of pain, tears swelling.
"It wasn't... there's-" he gasped.
"No sense in you? No morality? No... fuck it: you're a savage! A danger! I swear, this is it now, Rico!" the other elder yelled.
Rico began to sob, pleading with his eyes: "A demon..." he croaked.
"...You are," the same elder continued, directing shame down with his path of sight.
Gaines had his eyes shut shamefully, in deep solemn thought, how could the boy have disapointed him so? He swore the thoughts of killing again here had gone, he swore Rico had been able to overcome his temptations and hunger for at least this while last time they talked.
Rico's eyes darted from each elders face in a panic, finally settling on Gaines, "Please, help Gaines! It wasn't me controlling it!" He got caught on his own panicking breaths, "A demon, possessed, please!"
Gaines opened his eyes to Rico: they were dead of emotion.
"I'm so disapointed," He said flatly.
"IT WASN'T ME! PLEASE!"
The elder who had been the last to speak silenced him with a blow round the head out of pure anger and disgust at this disrespectful behaviour.
Gaines sighed painfully and draped the body lost of all consciousness over his shoulder, following the other two elders as they had already turned away to be on their way back to the mansion.

[x-Lateral_Delusion-x]

Gwen and J-S had grown bored of their game, their prey had scarpered into the crowd and they could not find the resolve to hunt him down. It was only one mortal.

J-S disapeared irritatedly into the forest followed submissiveley by his sister. They moved fast and light across the soft ground. Hunters in the dark. It wasn't long before they stumbled on the trio of Lycan elders, Gaines carrying a limp Rico across his shoulder.
"Hai" Hailed J-S, swooping on them
"Hai Jayden-Sabriel" growled Gaines
"What's gone on here?" questioned J-S
"Nothing to concern you" said one of the other elders darkly

[StellaNero]

[glow=red,2,300]Whey! Really long post now ;D
Sorry in advance for mistakes: I'm kinda knackered.[/glow]

Rico awoke, his head throbbing and his vision impaired by the flashing black dots which whispered away as his awareness gradually returned.
Barred windows and a sealed door mounted upon fading crimson-patterned wallpapered walls, a charred fireplace on one wall, and a couple of packed and dusty in-wall bookcases stood along half of one side of the room. Rico was laid across an antique sort sofa, opposite it's empty twin, the fireplace between them.
He struggled to remember the chain of events which had led him here, but of course, he had not been conscious to store the memory, just what had happened before.
"The voice!" he muttered loudly to himself, rising into an upright position on instinct.
He shook with remembrance. This was obviously the mansion, this room was much like many of the others, he didn't remember it specifically though- which must mean it was in the elders' quarters, where he was forbidden entry by tightly locked doors and the watchful ears, eyes, smell, and every other conceivable sense the elders had mastered.
Rico rarely felt nerves, but this clearly was a time for them. The elders had not believed him in the woodland that he was possessed, they no doubt would never believe him, and now he probably had taken it all one attempted killing too far. He strained, listening out for the voice; it had spoken true though when it said Rico truly had to cope with this himself.
"You'll lie dormant in my body forever, you coward, you idiot..." Rico rose, frustrated, speaking aloud hoping for a response from the voice; he squeezed his eyes shut, holding back the tears of frustration, "You fucking..." his incomplete cusses trailed off into sniffs of nervous, wracking, exasperation.
He cried a little while he paced then stopped to calm himself, all the while, failing to notice Gaines watching him from a corner of the room that had been blind to him where he had awoken; Rico jumped as the elder spoke up:
"Are you going mad, boy?"
Rico stared where he stood, hunched with his mouth left open in disbelief, his eyes still watery- he stuttered quietly, but there were no words.
"Talking to yourself: first sign of madness," Gaines said coolly, not taking his eyes off Rico's, searching for the truth, what had pushed the boy to this?
Rico mouthed and croaked half the sound, Demon.
Gaines continued to look, stroking his chin thoughtfully, "The fact of the matter is, Rico, I've stood up for you for so long now: none of the other elders know of any of your other killings, including the one two nights ago at the fest: Where I warned you to stop: Where you promised you would: Where your mind seemed swept clean of the ideas. Now... now, you were caught red-handed about to do exactly that, kill, there's nothing I can do. Just tell me the truth, why did you do it?"
"...There's a demon, it's in me... a boy... it passed from him..." Rico shook and his bottom lip quivered- never had he been in such a situation, he knew well what could be coming for him, the punishment, "What are they going to do to me?"
"The punishment for Lycans here is death, you know this Rico, you played so foolishly with me-"
"Why?" Rico stepped towards Gaines, an inspiration hitting him, "Why did you never tell them? Why did you barely punish me for my kills?"
Gaines looked straight into Rico's eyes, deep, but didn't infiltrate.
"You're the only one I've ever made," Gaines said flatly, "They all know this, I was meant to teach you: I tried, but you never listened, I guess it was always more for my sake than yours,"
Rico looked hurt all of a sudden, a sudden emptiness filled him, all his barriers were weakened by the fears of punishment seeping in. No one really cared for him. No one had for the last two years, they might as well kill him- at least then he'd be as those who'd ever truly loved him thought he was, after he'd gone missing from them that night Gaines stepped into his life.
"That's not true, Rico," Gaines had picked up the thoughts, he'd seen it in the boy's face too though; Dare he say it?
Rico looked up to Gaines sorrowfully, not believing. A sadness shuddered through Gaines at those eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to tell the boy how he really felt about him, how he was the nearest he ever had to a son.
"It wasn't me though." Rico finally said flatly.
"I want to believe you, Rico," Gaines said sternly in return.
"Then do!" Rico cried desperately, "Please don't let them do this to me!"
Gaines shut his eyes, pretending to be in deep thought, when really blocking out the panicked face of the boy he'd grown to admire and care for, breathing slow and deep to keep his cool.
"I'll talk to the other elders," Gaines finally said, opening his eyes, only to watch Rico's face fall.
"And... do you believe me? Will the believe you?" Rico searched Gaines' expression, "Please, help me, Gaines."
"I might... I might believe you... But can't you see? There's no way to tell, the 'demon' is hiding itself now, it will do this whenever under risk of being revealed- it's hard," Gaines headed for the door.
"You're gonna leave me here?" Rico turned and stepped forward to face Gaines again.
"Until noon,"
"What time is it now?"
"Three, in the morning. Our decision will be made by noon,"
With that traipsing in the air, Gaines left, closing the door slowly behind him, still thinking painfully.
"What's Rico done?" J-S was propped up against a wall opposite the door, his arms crossed, head cocked, looking with mock curiosity- everyone knew Rico and him had had many conflicts: verbal and physical.
"We told you it's nothing to concern you," Gaines replied gruffly.
"But what if I have some information? Which could either prove Rico's innocence, or guilt. I feel an elder should be told either way," J-S smirked- Gaines' ears had perked up, albeit with a slight precaution in the manner.
"Tell me quick, then clear off, you should not be in this part of the building," Gaines' eyes narrowed onto J-S.
"Earlier, when we caught up with you three elders and Rico, we were coming back from the fest," J-S paused to pick a hair from his sleeve, "Gwen and I were hunting, as vampires do, and there was a human- following Sabien and Dante through the forest. We gave chase, but it was real fast, faster than any mortal conceivable I believe," J-S mumbled the last part more to himself, apparently not that interested in what he was saying.
"What's this got to do with Rico? So what if you were no match in a game of chase with a mortal, Jayden-Sabriel?" Gaines shifted, ready to stalk away.
"We chased it all the way to the fest, I remember seeing Rico heading fast for the woodland, he was changing into wolf, but I swear a mortal, it could've been the meat, I'm not too sure, was chasing him almost," J-S raised his eyebrows slightly as Gaines' interest seemed to grow, "I heard a rumour Rico's been claiming he's possessed?" Gaines frowned at this, but J-S continued, "A link maybe?"
Gaines contemplated Jayden-Sabriel with an icy fire to his eyes, then turned in silence towards where the other elders were at the end of the same corridor, all sat waiting for him to return with the news Rico had awakened, and what he'd had to say for himself.
Nine hours to seduce the decision towards sparing Rico- even if, Gaines had to admit it, the boy deserved it most out of anyone else in the mansion- he could not bare it. And maybe, just maybe, he could be starting to believe this demon possession rabble.

[Spawn]

Meanwhile, Dante sat lazily on one of the dusty sofa's, he was worried about Rico, they'd never been close, in fact Dante had never been close with anyone, but if Rico did get killed, if they didn't believe all the nonsense, then he would no longer have a scapegoat, and he would be on his own, every kill would be linked directly to him. He smiled slightly, the elders were stronger then him, he knew this, but Dante wasn't a fool, he knew that there were more things in this Earth then Vampires and Lycans. Dante got up and left the mansion, if there was something out there that could give him enough power to do what he wanted, then he would find it.

[Phoenix]

Name: Dia
Age: 12
Gender: female
Sexual orientation: straight]
Race: half Human half vampire
For: 12 years
Looks: Long, thin blonde hair, pale skin, dark eyes, very thin and bony body, always looks ill and weak, wears a greyish yellow dress which is slightly dirty and torn.
Personality: She doesn’t talk to anyone in school, but just stares at them coldly, the teachers and pupils think she’s a strange child and some are scared of her, her foster parents have no idea who her real parents are, and they believe she has mental problems, Dia never talks at home either and often walks barefoot in the rain or sits in a corner by herself staring into space. She doesn’t know who she really is but she always has a feelin that she doesn’t belong in her society of humans,

ok, I've created a character, which is a start...i'm still trying to get the gist of the plot here

[StellaNero]

Name: Dysis.
Gender: Female.
Age: 798
Appears to be: Early twenties.
Sexual orientation: Straight.
Race: Lycan.
For: 778 years.
Looks: At 5'3", the men, and elders in particular, tower abover her- despite the reality that she could defeat any of them with a single blow to the neck. Her skin is creamy, pale and without a single blemish, smoothly wrapping around a perfectly sculpted physique.
Her hair is long, flowing down her back, a chestnut brown, but silver to the ends. Her clothes were always similar- flowing and revealing fabrics, mostly whites and pale blues or lilacs clashing with knee length leather boots; in the cold nights she would don thick black garments to protect her complexion from freezing and cracking. She wears thick twisted pewter bands which read off messages in an ancient form of italian and a white gold ring she has barely removed even from before she became immortal. Her ears are peirced repeatedly and her bottom lip bares two white gold rings symetrical to each other, upon the left of her nose is two swirling penetrations of bronze.
Her face is carefully rounded and shaped to portray the utmost beauty with deep silver-white iris' circling her pupils- her age is obvious only from the ever-increasing beauty it has brought upon her.
Pesonality: Demanding and clear of her opinion of all, to all. She decides not to take her role as leader too intently, allowing for the other elders' input on matters concerning the pack. She desires affection frequently but, as the impression is forced upon her, she must travel far and wide to find one of her kind which is old and wise enough to be elligible of her promiscious presence solely to them, even if it is only for one night.
She is wise and very in tune with her emotions and capabilities, an object of fantasy to many of the supernatural- even those not of her race.

Gaines hesitated before entering the room where the seven other elders of the mansion were awaiting news of Rico awakening. He had decided what he was going to say, he felt it his duty to save Rico from as much punishment as possible, maybe he believed him.
He entered and all seven turned with stern, hard eyes, the one in the center of the semi-circled table, directly infront of Gaines, was Dysis, the eldest of them all, tapped her fingers impatiently on the large oak table. Gaines was unsure of how to start so just shifted his weight from foot to foot looking to Dysis to begin.
"What did he have to say for himself then, Gaines?" She asked, with an air of little interest to her tone.
"He... still insists on his demon possession story," Gaines paused, unsure of himself, "And I feel, and have reason, that we should believe him..."
A few of the elders shook their heads unable to believe Gaines' opinion, one looked incredulously at Gaines, the three in the center, the eldest three, just pointedly glared at Gaines.
"What reason could you possibly have to believe such a story, Gaines?" Dysis drawled wickedly.
"Jayden-Sabriel was awaiting me as I left Rico's room, he tells me he saw Rico just before the attempted killing, he was turning to wolf, but didn't seem at the time to be intent as if about killing- only to hide himself- as would've been the correct thing to do.
"However, Jayden-Sabriel claims to have seen a meat boy which could well have been the one he and his sister had been chasing at the time which was apparently as fast as them, hurrying after Rico, then collapsing before him," He paused for effect, "I believe this to be true as I had talked to Rico only a couple of hours before and the thought of killing at the fest was diminished from his mind.
"I believe there is something in him, passed on from the mortal Jayden-Sabriel and Gwendolyn had been chasing," Gaines ended abrubtly.
"And the killing, Gaines?" The elder to the left of Dysis spoke up, "Was that not Rico? Do we have a theory to shift the blame for that?"
"No, just that I saw Rico in a mosh pit, he was in human form and if Jayden-Sabriel tells the truth, he seemed to be turning to wolf for only the first time tonight, well after the killing, it can't have been him,"
"Then who was it?" The elder on the left nearest to Gaines yelled angrily bringing a fist down upon the table.
"At the moment... I am suspicious of Dante and Sabien, they were nearby the area at the time." Gaines paused again, for thought, "But it would make more sense theoretically for it to be Dante, as Sabien said, he has never promoted an interest in the female kind,"
"Fine, but what are we to do about Rico if he is indeed possessed?" The elder to the right of Dysis now asked.
"...Pass it on? To a mortal, to a more powerful being, I'm not sure, I believe it would've chosen him for his immortality, his durability and supernatural abilities as a werewolf, it is going to be very hard to coax it out; We cannot exorcise Rico, that would mean a priest coming here and risking our secret revealed, it could do more harm to Rico than good anyway," Gaines rambled, unsure of his own words.
Dysis sighed, "I will speak to him, maybe there is something I can do and I will make sure there is actually something to this demon possesion theory,"
The room filled with a tense silence, looking towards Dysis for advice on what they should do themselves.
She sighed again, the rest of the room was men, it was typical of them: their indecisiveness before a woman of a greater role to them, "Talk to everyone else in the mansion, including the vampires, try to build up a good feel of where everyone was and what they were doing, who they were with, throughout this evening- especially those who were at the fest, Dante, Sabien and Jaice, and whoever else."
Dysis observed the faces in the room then rose with the utmost grace which came with a natural ease to her and left the room without another word, all eyes on her.

[[Six]]

Sabien got up and made his way into the lobby.
"I'm going to bed...I've had enough excitement for one day." he chuckled to himself as he began to walk up the grand red staircase.
"Just a minute Sabien, what do you know about the killing earlier?" asked Gaines.
Sabien looked past the elder and saw Dante giving him a malicious look.
"I presumed it was one of the vampires, I mean I heard a commotion, and I heard the screaming. But I didnt see anyone there, but I sensed the twins chasing someone I thought it could have been one of them." he concluded, smirking at Dante.
"

[StellaNero]

Rico had pondered upon sleeping, maybe he'd be safer to others unconscious? But what if the thing in him didn't need him to be conscious to use his body?
So he'd gone back to pacing, panicking, should he tempt it back into his consciousness to understand it more? What else could he do?
He sat on the couch where he was lying before and closed his eyes, concentrating deeply as hard as he could- but there was little need:
What are they going to do to you, boy?
Rico gritted his teeth before growling out loud, "You know,"
...How will you escape?
"Mercy,"
The voice snorts with laughter: I doubt there's much of that left here with you, your memories gave that much back to me anyway. Run?
"Shut up, no, they won't hurt me, Gaines believes me, you'll be damned," Rico spoke louder, gruff.
Or... we could get out of here? I can make you so much more powerful, you don't need anyone here- as you said- no one cares for you here- what's keeping you here?
"There's no way out..."
I just said! I can make you so much more powerful! That door can go right off the hinges with one tug! The bars on that window? EASE.
"They'll hunt me down... I like it here I don't want to leave, you leave!" Rico's voice rose insistently.
The door in front clicked shut in response, Rico opened his eyes and looked up, his pulse suddenly missing a beat.
Dysis stood before him, frowning down from as high a viewpoint as her limited height allowed.
"That wasn't implied at me was it, Rico?" she asked calmly, not shifting at all.
Rico's mouth was slightly open, quivering just a little- he'd only come across Dysis a few times- never this close- not even when he'd first been introduced into the mansion.
"No..." he spoke slowly and carefully.
"Then who? Who has to leave, Rico? Who's trying to make you leave?" Dysis moved to wards Rico's side- as if she was about to sit next to him- but didn't.
"Uh... I don't know?" Why was there a lump in his throat all of a sudden, he winced away with embarrassment, hoping it hadn't shown in his voice.
"Gaines spoke of the possibility you are possessed, Rico?" Why did she have to say his name so much? He focused on this irritating aspect rather than let himself get upset at the frustration of being in this state.
"Yeah... A voice," Rico mumbled to the opposite direction of where she stood, she sat down and tipped his face back up and to wards her, she was actually searching his eyes- like a doctor searching for signs of eye tumours.
He hardly breathed, having her so close, everything froze- unlike his heart which thudded heavily onto his breastbone.
"Why are you scared of me, Rico?" she asked as she continued searching his petrified eyes.
"I-I'm not," Rico stuttered.
She playfully slapped him lightly on the cheek- taking him quite by surprise as she smirked.
"It's there, I sense it, and I think there is something in your eyes which isn't just this uncanny fear of me you seem to have," she cracked a smile onto her angel-like face, "I know someone who can help you," She moved away slowly, relieving him slightly of her stare.
"...Who?" Rico said quietly.
"A big man," she laughed to herself briefly, "He's a Nephilim, he'll cast the demon out- he's a friend of mine, lives in a village about an hour dash from here- just outside of Amsterdam," she smiled on, unphased by Rico's bemused face.
"A Nephilim?" Rico's face contorted in disbelief, "You mean those half human, half angel things which were supposedly killed off by the 'Great Flood of Noah', and all that bible shite? They're real? And they're in existence? What are you on?" Rico looked hurt that Dysis might try to make a fool of him.
She snorts- only deepening the creases on Rico's face, "Sorry, Rico, one survived, and he'll help you," she smiled more so, "If that's such a bad thing,"
Rico turned his face away, scorned, resisting telling her quite simply where to stick her obnoxious snorts- her face fell into a slight moody darkness: "Rico, I'm nearly 800 years old, I can read your thoughts, might as well say it out loud," She rose with her head tilted high with dignity.
"We will come for you at noon, do not let it take you too much, don't talk to it, don't listen to it, just sleep and keep your thoughts busy," As she was leaving she turned and commented quite unnecessarily, "By the way, it's four AM now,"

Dawn was set well in motion as Ryen emerged from his high roofed stone cottage overlooking the village. It was about six AM he guessed from the sun's position.
Peering down he noted, as usual, Dia emerging from her foster home and heading, bare-footed, as usual, into the forest; he wept inside for the confusion trapped within this girl. But today these thoughts were whisked away a lot quicker than usual, someone was approaching- a Lycan?
He listened more... Gaines, he was familiar with his energy. Why would he be coming here?

[glow=red,2,300]Sorry about a new character again xD But need to get Dia in it more and the demon out of Rico at the same time. Kill two birds with one stone.
By the way, a Nephilim is when angels descended from Heaven and 'mated' with human girls and make baaaabies, they were supposedly all killed off in the 'Great Flood' in the Old Testament- but hey, for the sake of fiction.
For more info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nephilim[/glow]

Bio:
Name: Ryen
Age: God knows, about 5000/ 4000 years?
Appears to be: Early thirties.
Gender: Male.
Sexual orientation: Straight.
Race: Nephilim
For: He was born that way.
Looks: A mammoth man, over seven foot, and quite 'chunky', he has long, shaggy, tawny hair tumbling about a weathered, scraggy face. His eyes are grey-silver around the deadly black pupils and his skin quite tanned over the years roaming the Earth. He wears torn and wearing thick materials of earthy colours and a strange weaved hat with a green-blue tinged feather ascending from one side at an angle.
Personality: Calm, but forceful when need be. Very caring and intellectual- overall very wise. His thirst for power is long gone and focuses just on keeping control of the other immortals which had sprouted over they years and began roaming the Earth also in supposed secrecy and myth.