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Oh how he longed for just a small taste... He stared after the humans in the reckless party he was at with a vacant stare. All the humans were to him was bags of blood practically taunting him with the delicious aroma of their sweet and intoxicating blood. He passed a hand over his face in attempt to calm himself. Not as if it calmed him down much, but it was fair to say, he commonly did this just to find some human prey to be easy to catch. Unlike the rest of his brethren, he mingled among the humans, bringing them into a false sense of security, and when they least expect it, they would be dead. Of course, it wasn't as if humans didn't find him to be oddly... intoxicating. He was a rather ddevious and very sexy man with a seductive voice and an inviting personality, no wonder humans fall into his trap so easily.

Not that he always killed his victims. No, sometimes with women he would be flirtatious with them and as usual all of them would fall in love with him and when they least expect it, they too will be dead once he gets bored of them. This was a bad habit of his, but he couldn't seem to break it, not that he wanted to. He found it amusing how easily he could seduce women and to see their reactions to him was practically very fascinating. Though he had lived for over four hundred years so such charades would get tiring after awhile, though sometimes he would see if anything would attract his attention again.

Well, little did he know that being at this simple party would change him completely. He was casually sitting in a chair near the edge of the croud, his deep crimson eyes watching the humans with a look of mild interest. His pale face contrasted very nicely with his dark hair which was swept carelessly over an eye. His slender fingers tapped idlely on the table before him and by now his teeth bit slightly down on his bottom lip. D*mn, this was torture. But he supposed it would all be over soon. Little did he know again that he was very wrong.

Name:
Avalaide Zerene
Age:
17 years
Pokémon:
Honchkrow Gijinka
Gender:
Male
Looks:

Other:
Ello Thar! :3

Yes, of course.

Name: Nahul Abadheil
Age: 16 years
Gender: Male
Group: Amai
Animal: Tiger
Description: Nahul is tall with a well-muscled build though slightly leaner than others of his group with feral, sharp pale brown-yellow eyes and angular features to his face. He has dark hair that is shoulder length with powerful and intense features to his face. He has a scar of the left side of his face but even so this doesn't detract from his good-looks. He has dark tanned skin as well as having a bad burn on his back.
Personality: Serious, calculating and surprisingly very intelligent, he has more of a balance between brains and brawn. Though due to this it hasn't been too satisfactory for him. He is silent, feral and more quick-thinking and clever than most would believe him to be. He doesn't think too rashly and is very thoughtful and calm. He has the bravery of basically enough for two people and is bold whenever he does speak. He tends to have a somewhat exotic feel to him than most people would presume and he tends to observe things before he strikes. He is patient and very silent whenever he's among people though it is clear he is very dangerous when provoked. He has a fiery temper whenever it is unleashed and it isn't an understatement to say that he is very aggressive. Though he can quickly calm himself down whenever he finds himself to be too aggressive at times. He doesn't tend to be too open to talk to others and is very closed in upon himself, he doesn't show his emotions and doesn't like whenever people attempt to get some emotions out of him. He doesn't talk of where he got his scars nor the horrible burn on his back, for the memories are too painful for him to actually recount them. He really is frustrated with himself due to his back injury which hinders him greatly.
History:
Nahul was born in a poor village, of course though his parents wasn't the wealthiest of people they loved him dearly. All of his fighting skills- or rather most of them were taught by his father. He listened to every word his father said and was fascinated with weapons. His mother on the other hand was very gentle with him, teaching to have a kind soul and showing mercy. But since the village was poor, problems came along. Thieves commonly thrived on the villager's money and unfortunately they attacked in the dark of night, killing everyone and taking their possessions. Nahul's father had hid him inside of their house along with his mother, telling him that everything will be okay and that he'll come back. He believed his father whole-heartedly and wanted to go after him but his mother held him back. As a thief came within the house, his father attacked him bravely but was slain. The sight of his dead faather shock Nahul to silence, though tears were running down his face. He heard his mother's cry of anguish as she attacked the thief, the man had turned on her, killing her swiftly. Nahul hid, the cowardly thing to do, within the darkness of his house. He heard the thief moving around, smashing things and destroying or stealing heirlooms. Then it went quiet. He had thought they had gone but he then felt warm. Then he realized the house was on fire. He tried escaping but was trapped and only managed to escape by a miracle. He was orphaned for awhile then came across another village and stayed there, but since he was an outsider, he was at first chased off many times, though each time got proceedingly more worse.

As time wore on, things got worse, and barely even seeing seven summers, he was naturally scared. He feared every waking moment and trembled terribly whenever people ventured close to his hiding places. He grew used to living upon the forest and yet hated how weak and incompetent he was. He got used to living on an empty stomach, getting thrown rocks at by the other villager kids when they saw him and cursed at by the villager's adults whenever he got too close. One day, he travelled too close, scavenging for food. A villager farmer was arguing with another of accusitions of killing a chicken he had. Of course, since Nahul was too close one of the farmers spotted him and automatically blamed him for the stolen and killed chicken. The two farmers had chased him, and being afraid for his life he tried running away quickly but then was trapped and cornered by the two farmers. They began to beat him brutally until he couldn't move. For the rest of the day, Nahul lay there, silent tears running down his face, vowing silently to himself that he would not ever be weak again. Eventually as the days passed, an old woman had ventured out of the village. She was widowed and had no children of her own from her marriage, though she had spotted Nahul by himself. He was afraid of her at first and was still recovering from his wounds, but she took him in to her house, teaching him the knowledge he had to survive and he became an efficient member of the village.

Though at first he wasn't used to being within society again, he naturally began to fit in. People began to accept him and his life eventually turned around. Eventually he became an Amai like his father and was determined to do his best. Though unfortunately, the old woman that had acted like a second mother to him had died in her sleep. He still mourns over her death till this day and still has nightmares of that horrible day when he became orphaned. Yet, he still can't get over his distrust of people and which is why his feral side remains.

Animal Form:
Name: Un'hai
Gender: Female
Species: Tiger
Description: Un'hai is a large orange tigress with deep, glowing pure white eyes. Crimson markings the color of blood stripes across her muzzle and goes up to her forehead forming a circle. The crimson pattern continued over her shoulders and around her legs and paws. Golden bands of pure gold circle around her neck and her tail as well as a feather cord hanging from the gold band on her neck.
Personality: Un'hai is very bold and very ready to fight whenever someone crosses her. She is close to being the embodiment of fighting and battle, determined to obliterate her enemies behind her wrath. Though she is patient and very warm and gentle whenever she is not provoked she is very wild and cunning as well as very wise, having a deep and ancient wisdom.
Other: N/A

The plot is basically a vampire meets a human girl at the party, something about her intrigues him and the same happens for the girl. Though she feels a strong attraction to him, he feels the overwhelming desire to have her blood. Though he resists, he eventually begins to fall in love with her though vampire hunters are after him as well. And basically the plot will develop from there.

Finished my form~!

Accepted, I'll put up the RP thread in a few moments.

Accepted.

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[font=georgia]The faint sound of birds in the canopy above greeted the dark ginger she-cat's ears as she slowly opened her eyes to the bright sunlight. Maw gaping in a yawn, she stretched, her eyes closing briefly. Branchstar slowly made her way out of the lichen-covered den of the leader's den and glanced over her shoulder to see that two of her warriors were already awake. Two familiar faces that is. She watched, deep green eyes gleaming in amusement as the bickering continued.

Frozenlake's ear twitched as Ashstorm continously prodded him in his side, "So, what about it Frozenlake?" The young warrior who was practically annoying him to death by his energy and his ego was slowly pushing him close to the edge. But he always knew, Ashstorm always was like this since he was a kit. He muttered darkly, "If it doesn't concern you then leave it alone." He looked up in relief at the sight of his sister padding over, "Morning Branchstar." Branchstar's warm eyes gleamed as she tilted her head, "Is there a problem here?" Ashstorm's tail twitched as he said before Frozenlake could open his mouth, "Well, badger scents are around some bushes, I suppose a badger den is nearby." Branchstar's eyes narrowed, "A badger den? Well... I suppose we should send out patrols around the area, Ashstorm you can lead some." Ashstorm's blue eyes gleamed in excitement, "Really? Oh, thank you Branchstar!" Frozenlake's eyes rolled as he shook his head, now he knew he'll suffer. Branchstar watched as the pale gray warrior padded off with an excited bounce in his step. She chuckled, "He's always full of energy is he?" Frozenlake muttered, "More like a pain in the tail."

The roleplay thread has been set up~!

Bump~!

Sure.

Templaric Forest, a place where gijinka can live together peacefully in harmony together, away from the troubles of the outside world. Here, many species of gijinka thrive on the environment around them, some are residing in the PokéHuman village, Sakurajin. Others that are the ancients of gijinkas live upon a high mountain called High Scorven. Then others live near a small river-side village named Junkin. Though Templaric Forest holds this mysterious realm from open view of any tresspassers, providing a vortex that surrounds the ilses that make up this ancient land, there has been rumors of a horrible doom about to take place upon this peaceful land, the vortex is slowly breaking down and mountains and earthquakes are beginning to shake the realm to it's roots. Some look towards the Ancient Pillars in legends of old, a supposed ancient artifact that can possibly be the last hope. But, many are skeptical, while arguements take place, and adventure unfolds as Templaric Forest dives into chaos.

For the sake of the realm of gijinkas, it is up to you to save them before that realm is lost forever behind the dangerous rifts of time and space. Soon, it will disappear and the world requires heroes more than ever.

Ashstorm turned his head towards Oakenflame and grinned, "Of course," He looked over his shoulder towards Frozenlake and practically called loudly, "Frozenlake, are you coming too?" Frozenlake cringed, jaw clenching as his ears flicked back, tail lashing, he fixed Branchstar with an annoyed glare muttering, "Why did you have to submit me to this?" The dark ginger she-cat's tail twitched as she purred in amusement, "Well he is leader of the patrol Frozenlake." Frozenlake snorted and got up on his paws, muttering, "You owe me for this."

Branchstar smiled slightly, amused at her brother's behavoir. Looking away, she gazed once more up at the canopy of leaves overhead, thinking now worriedly, A badger scent so close to camp... oh StarClan, I hope it isn't anything that could do harm to us..

Bump~!

Accepted, and sure I'm always up for a little bit of drama~!

Branchstar watched as Ashstorm flicked his tail, energy in his blue eyes as he said, "Alright, let's go." Frozenlake's ear twitched in annoyance as he moved towards the camp entrance, exiting without a word. Ashstorm raced after the white cat, complaining about along the lines of he was the leader of the patrol, and she could barely make out what Frozenlake had said in reply. Turning away from the camp entrance, she spotted Stonespark. Judging by how the silver tom was acting, he seemed... well frustrated. She padded over, evergreen gaze slightly concerned, "Are you alr-" She looked down, seeing the drawings within the dirt, she tilted her head as she asked curiously, "What are these?" The dark ginger she's tail swept over her paws as she sat down, slightly intrigued by the designs for plans in the earth soil.

Branchstar's green eyes, though serious right now had still the gentle and warm tint they always had, "There's no need to apologize Stonespark." Her gaze turned back towards the crossed out design plans within the dirt, "I too am worried about the badger, that fact that they might be close to camp..." She let the sentence trail off, though she focused her attention back on him, "I don't have any ideas past checking around the area where the badger's den is located, and attacking them would only cause extreme injury especially if it is a mother." Her tail tip twitched, the only sign of anxiety she had that managed to show through her calm manner.

Ashstorm's tail twitched as he took the lead, Frozenlake glanced around him, asking, "Now, what do you suppose Branchstar would do about this?" Ashstorm said in reply, "Well, I'm not too sure, she is your own sister right?" Frozenlake's ear twitched as he glanced away, being quiet for a few more moments. He tensed up as soon as Ashstorm's voice lowered to a whisper, "The badger scent is getting stronger.." Frozenlake's ear twitched once more as he thought, Good at least it's not near the camp.

Ok thanks for tracking. :3

Bump!

Frozenlake's tail twitched, "I don't know. We weren't gave orders to attack, so I'm sure Branchstar is probably thinging of something." Ashstorm's claws flexed and he whispered, "Who cares, look the badger den is ahead." He crouched behing a ridge, peering over the edge cautiously, eyes narrowed. The white-striped head of the beast could barely be seen within the darkness of the den but there was no mistaking it, that was a badger.