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Accepted accepted! c:

Added! <3 After one more person, I'll set up the RP thread. c:

OOC: I found Shatteredpaw's theeme. c:

Crackedfang blinked a few times, actually a bit surprised the leader agreed to him. "I- alright. Thank you, Jaystar." He meowed, glancing at his paws, and then the entrance before making his way out, though slowly.

Shatteredpaw flicked his tail and huffed gently, his pelt flushing slightly when Goldenfall had talked about him. "Seastone!" He groaned, pouting and wiggling, "Get o~ff!"

c: Oh okay, thank you Withery~! Message me if you have any plots, or need any ideas!

Poom, accepted as long as she can't learn more powers. c:

FINE! She can be Princess Woman.

STARTING RP! c:

Alexander slowly fiddled with his hair, his lips pursed in a small pout as he looked down at the book. He may had been amazing at combative sports, but when it came to trying to learn from a book.. Well, he hated it to say the absolute least. Today he had been feeling a bit cheery, so he decided to wear a bit lighter on the color wheel. A bright blue and dark purple T-shirt, with the highschool team (The Hydras) labeled on the back. He didn't know why he had ever bought this silly T-shirt, but he kinda liked it.

He was enjoying the day, even though the little book on meditation didn't help him relax one bit. The day was going perfectly fine - he was in Nortain Park (the park in the upper right side of the city,) just chilling and relaxing.. The day was fine - great! Until he got bored.

Give or take about fifteen minutes, Stormbringer was in spot. How did he get dressed without anyone seeing him? Well without all the boring details lining the way! Shut up.

The male cracked his knuckles, slowly walking out into the light of the street. Today would not be boring! He swore it to himself.. Now, he wore what he felt was best. Black boots with tucked in dark grey cargo pants. This also included a black tucked in sleeveless shirt, and a fairly large jacket with beautiful blue clouds. Sunglasses ran over his eyes, with a dark jean-green fedora hat placed upon his head, and wrappings to cover the rest of his face.

He felt a little lucky, because once that sun hit about 2 in the evening, clouds began filling up the once bright-blue sky. Weird *ss weather this city had.. Whatever, he didn't pay it any mind! Didn't pay it any mind there, and certainly not when he was robbing a bank. Oh, you didn't see that? Let's rewind.

Stormbringer cracked his knuckles, the clouds beginning to fill the sky. It was becoming perfect already! But he was bored. He walked across the street, a rather dreadful glisten in his eyes. Right away, some people noticed him. Many booed, but there was the one or two odd ones out that clapped and whistled. Quickly, he expanded his hands, lashing up each and everyone by the wrists and ankles - the ones who cheered, though, were lessened a bit. Cops? Well, it was simple as one.. Two.. Palm to the chest, quick run, palm to the chest - both with slight electrical charges to send them unconcious. After collecting a few bags of money, the man smiled widely as he slipped a few dollars to each person before letting them go.

And then what did he do?

Well, he pressed the button for the cops to come.

OOC: Sorry, kinda unrealistic/undetailed post. x'D

OOC: Hey, loving cats, um, recap? <33333

Name: Alexander Vankawrd
Age/ Age you were before you became a demon: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Appearance: About 5'10; 187 lbs.
Likes: Rain, peacefulness, practicing martial arts, flowers, and Fidelite.
Dislikes: Getting angry, sarcastic people.
Room: 7
Sin/Virtue: Wrath
Personality: Alexander is a normally rather calm, happy person. He enjoys making people smile and making them laugh, and enjoys teaching others. Despite this, he has an extremely short fuse, and can become frustrated, as well as irritated, pretty easily. He's destructive, and abusive when he gets angry.
History: Alexander was pretty much like every other young person at his age. At the age of five, his parents had abandoned him for unknown reason; he was sent to live with his grandparents. He was almost always an angry little thing, even when he reached the age of ten. At eleven, he began martial arts. (Though this was mostly his folks trying to get him to learn discipline.) At age twelve, he began seeing a psychiatrist to help with his mental illness that they deemed "Bi-polar." At the age of thirteen, his anger began proving to be a bit of a good thing (Blessing in a curse, you could say) when he began amateur fights for the local boxing and MMA studios. At age 17, he didn't really knew what happened. One day at the end of his last fight, creepers began storming in. He thought it'd be fun! And then it all went dark. And, that's how he ended up in the mansion.
Other: Creepy Creepers Creep Upon Steve.

Oh wow. x'D

Shatteredpaw purred, walking towards Crackedfang. Wincing, he whined gently and pulled his paw up quickly. Hissing at the paw gently, he blinked and turned, slowly lowering his paw. Hissing again in pain, he blinked and frowned, slowly waddling to Sandstorm. "Uh.. Sandstorm? I think I got something in my paw.."

Shatteredpaw blinked, and purred with amusement, "Yup. You're indestructible! But remember, things will still hurt." He meowed, playfully pawing his ear before glancing down at it.

OOC: I think you'd do great at making it up. x'D

Alexander twitched and stirred in his bed, even though he had heard hiss phone alarm ringing numerous times as he slept. Four, he counted, four alarms since he was usually suppose to wake up. He was kind of unsure why he was sleeping in so much, but maybe it was the fact that there was some new people, and he didn't feel like a very talkative person right now. In all honesty, Alex wasn't very communicative when it came to others, and usually took to not talking. The only time he really would talk, was if someone talked to him first. But, at the same time, he strived to make people happy. In all honesty, some would probably say he had some bi-polar issues, even if he would disagree.

Roll out of bed ten minutes later, and disappear into the bathroom. Strip, shower, and dress again.

This time, despite usually going to work out first, he got dressed in simple jeans and tucked in white T-shirt. He decided he would eat before hand; he would offer to help cook, if they needed it.

Pulling his black (void of any lighter colors due to the water,) hair back, he smiled into the mirror, tilting his head before slipping on his glasses. He thought he was a rather attractive person; 5'10, 185 pounds with dark-brown hair, pale skin, and glasses? Oh, and a black tail. Yeah.. Black tail, and when he got angry, grew horns! Meet the Sin of Wrath.

No, Wrath wasn't someone who was a loud-mouth, egotistical Hulk who went around smashing everything up. The very opposite, some would say. He tried his best to have the longest fuse possible - which for him was about one and a half insults. Frustration and irritation did not do much for the man named Wrath. Well, it would depend, wouldn't it? Honestly, he wasn't very sure.

Oh, and his least favorite type of training happened every morning, about thirty minutes after he wakes up. Bonsai Tree Caring. He picked up this hobby a long while back after it was clear he had anger problems. He used this as an outlet for anger, though after the years, he started to do it just to create a routine, and to look forward to something everyday. To anyone who knew him, he would happily talk about his beautiful Red Maple bonsai tree, which was probably his favorite. Only seventeen inches tall, but it was beautiful to him.

So, now it was time for breakfast. Fun. With his tail slowly wrapping around his waist, his heart-beat steady. He kept a cool head - even when his shoe laces untied, and he had to tie them again. He kept a cool head, even when he felt his sock rip. He paused, and leaned against the wall. His face was on fire, probably able to melt ice if he was close enough. Dagger-like, twisted, horns threatened to poke out of his forward, though they slowly eased back in as he began to cool down.

Then, something bit him. Widening his eyes, he smacked the mosquito that was on his neck; blood crushed on his neck, leaving a small trace. With his horns fully out now, the male spun around, delivering one, single, powerful blow to the wall. The sound of broken wood and materials from the wall snapped, delivering an echo throughout the whole house. Sure, one could say he has gotten better since he started living here but.. Not by much. He counted - and counted - and counted. Of course, by this, he meant that he counted to three, and began once more.

With the smell of food floating to his nostrils, he began to completely forget about all the bad things in life. He could smell it all~! Meats, fruits, vegetables, breads, everything and anything! This made him a bit calmer, and allowing him to think about other things, such as plans. He plopped down on a couch in the lounge, his tail lazily swooshing beside him, threatening to touch the floor as if it were lava.

Then, he began listening.

"Who the hell's talking?" He thought, more curious than annoyed. Glancing back, though obviously just too d*mn lazy to stand, he closed his eyes in an attempt to hear better. In all honesty, he was just eavedropping, something he was sure many people did around here. He chuckled with amusement as he heard one of the two claim that Pride was the worst. Again, when he said Pride could lead the others.

"Ah, who're you?" He questioned, after a few more minutes. He was unsure of the time, but he felt like it could be about eight. Sitting up slowly, he gave a small tilt of the head towards Aya, sitting on the couch. "Ahh.." He muttered, almost awkwardly before forcing a small smile. Leaning forward, he extended a hand, "My name's Alex. Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."

"Where'd a thorn come from?" He questioned, glancing down at it sadly. The blood trickled from the very small, kit-injury-like thorn.

He pouted gently, slowly licking his hurting paw pad. "That hurt, Sandstorm." He gave a small pout, purring in the process.

Shatteredpaw gave a purr to, before licking her head, "I'ma groom ya', kay?" He meowed the playfuly order, before nipping her ear and bouncing away with a large, harghty laugh, "I could have bit harder, y'know..!"

*Tracks.*

c: Yay! *Rolls to RP*

The Condor had his hands behind his back, triple cuffed from waist to fore-arm. Being escorted by five other guards, he seemed to purr with amusement when he felt a gun push against his back. Spinning around, he gave a swift head-butt to the guard behind him, pushing forward as the two beside him shot at Alex. With the last wrapping an arm around his throat, he pulled back, wrapping his legs around Alexander's waist, to keep him contained.

After his first day there, the guards knew not to abuse him with guns.

He was currently at the gym room, slowly doing the one-armed push ups. With five cuts on his body, the spikes slowly rose and fell with his breath. Closing his eyes, he pushed his legs under him, spinning like a hip-hop dancer before jumping into the air. Cutting his palm, he spawned about five, long, thin spikes before breaking them off, and tossing them at the wall. Purring with amusement, they broke after entering. Nodding with approval, he sighed, picking up a half-empty milk jug with water, beginning to chug.

OOC: Hiya. Sorry for not posting, my computer made me angry. x'D Kept deleting my posts.

Alexander raised an eyebrow, though his face betrayed his still agitated emotions; her talk gave way to a curious thought in his head, "Formal?" He questioned; the word rolled off his tongue as if it were rather alien to him. He said it once more.

"Formal." He agreed. "Alexander is the full version, though most people already know. More.. Formal, as you'd say. Yes. Friends call me Alex for short - and if you just need a quick glare, a nickname." He tried to play it off as if it was all improvised, though his light blush gave away to this lie; he had actually rehearsed that a few times. The end, anyway.

"You look scared out of your wits - a ghost or something? Um, do you need me to call someone for you?" He asked, his frown beginning to set on his face. "Aya. That's a beautiful name - or maybe it isn't. Sorry, I've just never got to talk to a lot of females before." He admitted, slowly beginning to stand up.

"It was.. Neat how you talked to that *ss." He nodded, slipping hands into his pockets before glancing to the kitchen. He'd excuse himself later - for now, he was talking with someone. He smiled at this fact - he was actually making conversation. It was nice, actually, "So, can you tell me about yourself? Me, I.. Well, before here, I use to do a lot of boxing and M.M.A. I guess you can tell I never really talked to people, eh?" He guessed. He shrugged; his stomach grumbled and he cringed lightly, "Say, you mind if we take tyhis to the kitchen for a bit? I'm a bit.. Hungry.." He blushed, turning away and sighing.