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    (( FIRST NAME )) Alex
    (( MIDDLE NAME )) Periwinkle
    (( SURNAME )) Monrow
    (( ALIAS )) Shadow Walker
    (( DATE OF BIRTH )) June 16
    (( AGE )) 18
    (( GENDER )) Multi-Gender
    (( ORIENTATION )) Pansexual
    (( SPECIES )) Human
    (( POWERS )) They can travel through shadows by walking into them and walking out of another. They can also bring others with them, but whoever it is generally does not feel very good afterwards.
    (( ALLEGIANCE )) Neutral
    (( WRITTEN DESCRIPTION )) Average height for a girl with a lightly curvy slender frame and long limbs. Their long, wavy brown hair reaches around the middle of Their shoulder blades and makes their pale skin stand out more. Pale blue eyes look a little odd when put along with dark hair. Small scars litter their forearms and calfs. A tattoo of the Grim Reaper covers their right bicep. They wears a black jacket over a dark grey T-shirt, and simple dark bell bottom jeans that go over their black biker boots. They wears black gloves that protect their hands from fall damage if they trips while traveling through a shadow. They wears a full-face black mask that has dark blue eyes to keep their own light blue ones from being seen.
    (( HEIGHT )) 172 cm
    (( WEIGHT )) 56.2 kg
    (( HAIR COLOR )) Brown
    (( EYE COLOR )) Light blue
    (( SKIN TONE )) White/Pale
    (( CLOTHING STYLE )) Country girl (E.G. light blue fabric jacket and white shirt with blue bell bottom jeans and cowgirl boots)
    (( BODY MODIFICATION ))A tattoo of the Grim Reaper on their right bicep.

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    (( EXTRA )) N/A


    (( PERSONALITY )) They are generally closed off and prefer to stay away from people. Many call them anti-social. Some call them troubled. Both are correct. They stay away from people because they find that often people's opinion and beliefs annoy them to no end. They believe in no higher being and think that democracy is simply another way to enslave people and bend everyone to the government's will.


    They do have a softer side though, one that isn't full of hatred and disgust. They almost never find anyone to show this to though, so it mainly stays hidden under their mask. They can be kind and caring to those they can truly call friends. They have a hard time trusting others, and those they do trust are true friends indeed. Though even with friends, they tend to keep their distance for beliefs and opinions still clash, and they do not want those things to ruin a good friendship.
    (( LIKES )) -Quiet places
    -Being by themselves
    -Animals (other than humans)
    -Forests
    -Basking in the warmth of the sun
    (( DISLIKES )) -Loud noises
    -Crowds
    -The disrespect of living things (even humans)
    -Cities and big, bustling places
    -Being cold
    (( STRENGTHS )) -Can disappear and hide easily
    -Good with hand-to-hand combat
    -Powers work best during dawn, late afternoon, before afternoon, and dusk
    (( WEAKNESSES )) -Finds it hard to find shadows during the afternoon
    -Powers get a little out of control at night, especially when there is no moon or very little light
    -Has bad instincts and a slow reaction time
    -Panics under pressure


    (( HISTORY )) When they were little they lived with their older brother and their mother. They never knew their father; he was killed before they were born. They lived outside of a large city, in a small cabin that leaked whenever in rained, got stifling in the summer, and did nothing to keep the cold out in the winter. They lived poorly for ten years, and then a small group of people came looking for shelter. Shelter was given, but the people stole their family's belongings when they left. They were forced out of their home to scavenge for food in the city. Their mother died of starvation three months later, having given all of her food to her starving children. Their brother took care of them after that and kept them safe. It was a year later that they found out about their powers, how they could travel through shadows. With their new-found information, they stole money and food and anything else that was needed. Another year passed before their brother was shot by an angry store owner that they'd just stolen from. Angry and in pain, they killed the store owner and took everything they could carry. After that, they decided to take jobs from heroes and villains and anyone in between, as long as they had money. They are still angry at this world that took everything from them, and they continue to look for the band of people that forced their family to live like dogs.
    (( FROM )) Wyoming
    (( KIN )) Jakob Monrow (Father; Deceased)
    Mary Stew (Mother; Deceased)
    Johnson Monrow (Brother; Deceased)
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    (( DREAMS )) To find the people that ruined their life and make a new one in honor of their family.
    (( FEARS )) -Dying before they find the group
    -Finally finding a friend and having them taken away (same with love)
    -Their powers going out of control and making them accidentally hurt an innocent
    -Killing someone who deserves to keep on living
    -Pure darkness
    -Loud noise (E.G. Gunshots)
    (( TALENTS )) -Great at stealing and hiding
    -Good at finding information
    -Good with hand-to-hand combat


    (( RELATIONSHIP STATUS )) Single
    (( CRUSH )) Hasn't been close enough to anyone to develop one.
    (( BOYFRIEND / GIRLFRIEND )) Hasn't gotten that close to anyone.
    (( SPOUSE )) N/A
    (( CHILDREN )) N/a


    (( PLOT IDEAS )) A huge group of people could force a few groups of villains/heroes/neutrals to band together or die.
    (( ROLEPLAY SAMPLE )) Opening their eyes groggily, they blinked up at the soft dawn light peaking around the bright green leaves of the tree they'd slept under last night. Yawning as they sat up, Alex began their morning routine of making sure they still had everything they'd fallen asleep with. After finding that a bit of bread had been nibbled at, they smiled and tore the piece into little squares. They got up and tossed the squares around the forest floor, knowing that there were hungry critters hidden in the tree tops and underbrush.
    They grabbed their small sack that they kept everything they owned in, and began to make their way towards the town they'd decided to visit next. The last town they'd been in had been looking for them left and right, but they'd disappeared without a trace, running through the forest and sometimes traveling a kilometer in a few heart beets.
    Sighing happily, they looked around the forest at the beautiful colours with a rare smile. Only the silence and tranquility of nature could make then smile now-a-days. Who knows, maybe they'll actually find someone they can trust in this new town. Unlikely, but possible right?
    Shaking their head at their silly thoughts, they walked into the dark shadow of a small pine tree and came out of the shadow of a much larger oak, about half a kilometer from the pine tree. They were nearing the city now. Maybe this is the time to slow down and simply walk the rest of the way, taking in the wonderful scenery and listening to the quiet chatter of squirrels and birds. Yes, they like this forest. It was going to be hard to say goodbye once they reached the flat terrain that lead to the city. Oh what was it called again? Ah, yes. Millenia City. That's it. Well, maybe there are more forests or small woods in and around the city. They could only hope.
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  • The Sealed Beast {Female Needed, PAFP}

    OOC: Okay, so is this before or after the wolf demon is recognized by Ren? And is the girl already in his life? And would the girl be the kind of badass type or more the kind sweet type with a hidden side?
    Sorry for all of the questions, I just want to double check :)

  • *Fallen* Angels, demons, and humans, jump in!

    OOC: Okay, thanks! :)


    IC: Razketh laughed quietly as he watched the humans pass by. Oh how oblivious they were to the dance walking among them each day. Would they scream in terror if he showed them what he could do, or would they simply watch in awe? Humans are such odd creatures, so unpredictable.
    He laughed again and caught the attention of a girl, who gave him a strange look and then came to the bench he was seated on, sitting beside him and smiling at him as if he were just like her. How laughable.
    "Hello, are you having a good day?" The spiky, black haired male could not deny that this girl was appeasing to the eye with her short red hair, but all humans were flawed, and she was no different; for a jagged scar tore across her right shoulder and down to her bicep.
    "My day has been fine." Razketh turned away, not noticing how the girl raised an eyebrow at him and only shifted a little to become more comfortable.

  • The Sealed Beast {Female Needed, PAFP}

    OOC: K :) So is it good if I start with her finding him and trying to hide him somewhere? Oh! And do you want a picture of het if I can find a good one?
    Again, I just don't want to start something off and have it be completely different from how you would like the RP to go.

  • *Fallen* Angels, demons, and humans, jump in!

    Razketh grumbled to himself as the girl chatted his ear off. She had not yet left, despite his obvious dislike for conversation. Must he tell her to leave upright? Normally, he would be perfectly fine with making a human uncomfortable or miserable, but he did not feel that urge or want with this girl. Normally kindness made him feel sick, but maybe he simply had not had any directed to him in a long time, for he was feeling perfectly fine, maybe even enjoying the kindness if not for the damn chattiness.



    Lyra continued to try and get his man to talk. Really, she could not understand why he just would not hold any sort of conversation with her. She sighed and leaned back, then turned her head to stare at him in silence. His shoulders sagged, the tension leaving. Then, all at once, it returned. Lyra frowned, then noticed his amber eyes on her brown ones.
    "Why are you staring?" He asked, looking a little perturbed.
    "Because you wont talk, so I've simply decided to stare at you until you do."
    He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "You are very odd, girl."
    She puffed her cheeks out in annoyance. "My name is not girl."
    "Well, that is what I wish to call you." Lyra sank further into her seat and puffed her cheeks out more when he chuckled again.

  • Of Demons and Men((GxB Boy needed))

    (thanks :) )


    Michael's eyes blink open and he bolts into a sitting position, looking around to find that he is in a forest. Tress surround him and darkness has fallen, casting shadows on almost all the ground he can see. Groaning, Michael heaves himself to his feet and begins to groggily walk in a random direction.
    How did he get here? He has no idea where he was before or why he was in the forest. While in his thoughts, he doesn't realize that he has stumbled into some runes, now surrounded my the moss-covered rocks instead of the tall trees and sharp bushes.
    He walks further into the runes, going under broken archways and brushing his hands across leafy rubble. He soon spots a large tree, much bigger than any of the other trees he's seen so far. There are runes carved into its bark, weird symbols that mean nothing to him but still call to him in a way he cannot comprehend. Curiosity takes over and he walks to the tree, running his hands along the runes, tracing the engravings and wondering what they mean.

  • *Fallen* Angels, demons, and humans, jump in!

    Razketh watched the girl curiously. She seemed different, but he could not place why. It was frustrating him, and he let out a puff of warm air. His vision flashed red for a moment, and he blinked in confusion. An angel? Here? But why would a holy creature that deemed themselves much higher than humans come to their land? Well, demons come to earth often, but that is simply because the world they call home can be unappealing at times.
    Razketh looked around in annoyance. He disliked angels. Though he guessed it was stereotypical, generally angels and demons did not get along all that well. His eyes dragged upwards, and he spotted a male sitting there. His eyes narrowed and he got up, startling the girl.
    "Excuse me for a moment. I must attend to something."



    Lyra watched him walk away. He seemed to walk with purpose, as if he knew exactly where he was going, and she could tell he was not simply trying to get rid of her. Her eyebrows furrowed when he began to climb a building. Are people aloud to do that? Well no one was stopping him, so why would they stop her?
    With a grin, she got up and quickly followed the man. He intrigued her, she wanted to get to know him if he was willing to do the same for her. So why not see why he's climbing a building and flaring up at a guy sitting up that exact same building.

  • The Sealed Beast {Female Needed, PAFP}

    http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/an…me-girls-photo/b/14837064


    Amber eyes watched in horror as an explosion lit up the town. Fire caressed buildings and bodies burned and twitched. Terrified screams filled the night sky and black smoke blocked out the moon and stars. People pushed past the little girl with red hair as if she wasn't even there, feet planted into the ground and eyes reflecting the bright orange flames. She watched as friends, neighbors, classmates, and family died or ran from their homes. No one helped her up when she fell to her knees, and no one cared when she began to bawl. Tears stained her light blue shirt. Then her world was turned sideways and she began to bounce up and down. With watery eyes she looked up at the monk carrying her. Blood coated one side of his face, and still poured from the empty space where his right eyes should be. Her eyes went to behind the monk, where she saw her mother looking around frantically. She was screaming and crying, panicked. The last thing the little girl saw was a piece of building fall on her mother, and then her vision was blocked by the throng of people. Her screams joined in with the others.


    Beck bolted up in her bed, bright light streaming in through her window. A nightmare. That's all it had been. Just a simple nightmare from her past. She groaned and got out of bed, realizing how later she had slept in. She opened her door, and muffled screams from the town filled her ears. Another demon attack?


    She quickly grabbed her knife and buckled in to her belt while running down the hallways. Her eyes scanned every face, examined every bit of clothing to find who she was looking for. Then she spotted him though a window. He was outside! Damn! She bolts to the doors and flings them open, scrambling to Ren's side and pulling him to his feet.


    "Come on! We have to get inside! Everyone's heading to the bunkers and we don't want to be locked out again." She shivers at the memory of the last time they stayed outside too long. They had been locked out of the bunkers and forced to hide in a closet until the attack subsided. She wasn't going to let that happen again. No way would she let Ren's life be in that much danger once more.

  • Of Demons and Men((GxB Boy needed))

    Michael yelped and jumped back. He covered his face with his arms to prevent any splinters of wood from getting in them. That would hurt a lot. When he removed his arms, he froze and stared at the girl on the ground. Wings and horns? But...how? And why was she in a tree? And why is the ground burnt!?
    Michael took another step back and he closed his eyes for but a moment to concentrate. When they opened again, they were covered with a red visor to protect them, and a bird-like black helmet covered his head. Black metal armor covered his body and he felt wings sprout from his back. He winced a little. It always hurt when changing into his other form. His bones stretched to make him taller and the armor took a moment to get used to. It wasn't exactly light, but thankfully wasn't too heavy either.
    Now that he felt a little safer, he decided to speak up. "Who are you?" Even under his helmet, his voice was clear as day.

  • *Fallen* Angels, demons, and humans, jump in!

    Razketh snarled and grimaced at the stench coming off of him. A fallen angel. Well, this was new. He hadn't seen a fallen angel outside of its cell before.
    "Oh course I'm a demon. The real question is, how are you hear Fallen? Are you not supposed to be locked up?" He smirked as he teased the former angel. Shame that the kid hadn't become a demon. Can't get kicked out of hell, but you sure can get kicked out of heaven.
    He growled when he heard shoes scuffing behind him, and turned to see the girl from before. He groaned and threw his head back. Humans, such annoying and persistent creatures.
    "Uh...angels?" She looked a little skeptical, and Razketh would have laughed if he wasn't so frustrated.
    "No way am I one of those stuck ups."
    "Then...he's an angel?" It was almost like she was laughing at them when she turned her gaze to the Fallen.
    She doesn't believe him. He smirked. Oh, how badly he wanted to show her his true form. How badly he wanted to see the shock slap her in the face. He knew he shouldn't, but he really wanted to.

  • *Fallen* Angels, demons, and humans, jump in!

    Razketh bared his teeth at the Fallen. "I quite enjoy watching the humans wander around aimlessly, the dangers they are in unknown to them. I even get to cause havoc as a bonus. And I can come here whenever I wish, unlike you." He smirks again, the growls when the girl gasps.
    "So you are a demon." She turns to the other. "And you're a fallen angel, right?" She raised an eyebrow, voice mocking. Razketh growled again and whirled on her. Oh how badly her wanted to change forms. He could feel his teeth and nails growing sharper already. And he couldn't stop the horns that were slowly moving his hair to the side so they could sprout up. It would take little to no effort to allow his true self burst free so she could see her mistake and wallow in regret for the few seconds she had left to live.

  • Of Demons and Men((GxB Boy needed))

    Michael looked at her skeptically, shifting nervously meeting her gaze. His clawed fingers twitch a little and his taloned feet click against the stone under him.
    "Uh... Why do you ask, exactly?" He still didn't meet her gaze, instead turning his head to the side uncomfortably and watching small ivy leaves move in the light breeze.


    (what year should it be? More modern time? Future? Or more of the medieval and pioneer times?)

  • *Fallen* Angels, demons, and humans, jump in!

    Razketh narrowed his eyes at the girl, teeth bared. He didn't need to look at the Fallen to know he was advancing on him.
    "It would be so easy though. So easy to out her in her place." His horns grew a little more, almost peeking over his hair.



    Lyra rolled her eyes in disbelief. Wow, these guys were weird.
    "Ya, sure. Well, you two can keep playing pretend, but I'm going to go live in the real world now." She stopped when she da something growing from the guy's head. Were those...horns? Ya they were, long dark gray ones. Her eyes widened when his nails grew sharp and his teeth become pointed. His eyes blazed, and bright flames flung from the corners. His skin darkened and the tips of his hair began to flame.
    Though she was shocked, really, she's already seen a lot of crazy stuff happen. So all she did was sigh and shake her head.
    "Flames, typical."
    "Insolent human!" The guy bellowed, his voice all echo-y, almost like there were two people speaking.
    The demon advanced on her but didn't move to attack at all. Strange, don't they normally have no regard for life and kill anything that bothers them?