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    " Hi J?. Will ya come on over here tonight as well?." the male asked when Jiro was on his way to leave his clanmates room after having spent almost the whole day with this male in bed doing stuff but had eventually grown a bit tired and hungry to be honest about it. He needed a break probably a longer one then what this male actually was suggesting. Tonight?. But we have already done it so many times today...and yesterday...But he didn't wanted to reject them, afried they not would want him to come around anymore if he said he was tired and needed a little bit of space to breath. Jiro had always been the one how pleased others to never complain, he suppose it was all groomed into him now. Stoping in his tracks would release a soft sigh before he turned his head around to look at the male with his kind-hearted brown eyes. " Of course i will." he said with a smile but that was not the whole story here now was it?. He could see it in the others eyes, the loneliness, the sadness. He needed them and Jiro had never been one how could leave someone how was depanded on them in fact he kinda liked it because that meant he was wanted and needed by someone which gave him a purpose to contunie on to exist in this life. Jiro had always been drawn towards those how was broken or lost because he was too and so they could be ruined together. To drown in each other sorrows and pain.


    The male looked relieved when Jiro ensured he would be back and he could tell it meant alot for this male to hear this words. He wanted them to come back. Jiro would cling on to his smile before he turned his head around again before walking of and outside now with even more bite marks then from the day before. The sun burned inside of his eyes as he stept outside making him narrow them while letting his eyes get adapted to today's sun light. Heading to the fresh kill would pick a raven out from the pile not wanting to eat to much right now. Founding himself a spot to lay himself down on would take one bite from the bird to chew on slowly while thinking about what he should do today. Maybe he could join one of the patrols today?. When would the next one be?. It had to be some duties he could do around here wanting to at least do something today aside from laying in bed all day. He wanted to be of use to this people. He wanted them to use him more. It was all he knew about after all to be so felt a need to have it in his life.

    Jiro had just stept out that day from somebody else place smelling strongly with a unkown male scent all over him with some bite marks little here and there on his body. The kooiker had spent the night in the company of a npc male he had meet last night. The two had talked and then been invited to his room for a drink and...one thing had lead to the other. Admittedly hadn't got much sleep at all but that was fine he suppose. He could also found a quiet spot somewhere in the forest to take a nap later on if he really needed some sleep. At least his wounds had been healing up nicely from before he had joined here even if he still had some of the bruises left but they didn't look as bad like before or hurt as much.


    Humming softly to himself the sun-golden kooiker made his way through the camp until his eyes found the hellhound and he actually stopt once his brown eyes rested on him. Oh, this hellhound looked quite handsome didn't he?. A spark of interested bubbled up inside of the half ghoul thinking he just had found someone how was possible his type. But of course he never had a chance with this one that he already know. Aside from his body had nothing to offer really but still it wouldn't be wrong to try to befriend him right?. He did wanted to get to know him, to found out his name and learn more about him. It was nothing more then that. No point in trying to get something he never could win anyway, beside, who would even want him?.


    " Hello there sir. Would it be okay if i seat down beside you?." he greeted the handsome hellhound as he come on over closer offering a warm smile to the other male while approaching up but stopt before he would get to close not wanting to interfere into his personal space after all. Jiro only did that if he was being invited to do that or if he catch up the right signal that gave him the permission for it. However, he didn't felt like this guy was that sort of type how would sleep with just anyone, and with that he meant himself.

    Just like the leader of this clan had adviced him to do Jiro of course had went straight ahead to check the guidelines out to learn more about thier traditions and rules. There was some things he felt a little bit confused over such like what 'anti-clan' meant exactly, never having heared a group refering themself to that before, and questions when it come to the other clans so he would know which where thier friends and not. But overall liked what they had read being able to agree with most things although he not was a violent person himself. No, aside from having to kill his own spiece for food so he could survive did not wanted to involve himself with violence or murders. But admittedly his past was not as bright like he come out to be but...that was things he prefered not to think about or let others know about. If anything didn't judge or would when it come to how this people decided to live thier lives. It was not his place to do so all he could do was stay away from the more gory stuff and everything would be fine in the end.


    It had been a bit suprising to read about this painting thing though, how this people colored the new commers fur to dye them with paint. That was new and not something he believed had ever heared about before. It sounded fun and completely harmless and he wouldn't mind to let his sun-golden fur get some more colors on it. - It was a nice little tradition for sure.


    Jiro had got lured over by the leaders call and come to a stop beside Snowbelle with a smile tugging over his pleasant and warm lips. " I would like to be up next after Snowbelle, if that would be alright with everyone else." the kooiker would bark softly, obiviously going to take part in thier tradition because he really wanted to make a good impression on himself and show his respect to them all. This whole pirate thing was quite interesting as well. Maybe he too could start to dress himself up to look more like them?. He had always wanted one piercing or two in one of his ears but had never been allowed to have things like that. you're not allowed to ruin your pretty look, it's importand for the business. Aha, yeah, the conversation had been something like that. His smile faltered slightly by that memory before pushing it back again and his smile returned back to before.


    It was a nice day today so it would be a shame to feel down now, wouldn't it?.

    It seemed like the two how would approach him up first was two other male canine breeds along with she-cat to accompany them shortly. Although he was a dog himself and perhaps should enjoy the company more with his own spiece also saw a problem when it come to that. Thanks to him being a ghoul there was always a risk he would lose himself to devour the other male canine out of hunger. Of course he had struggled with this alot in the past and learned to control himself knowing what would have happend otherwise if he would have accidently eat one of his costumers under thier past masters cruel eyes how always had been watching them. But sometimes it was hard to not think about how tasty they looked.


    Jiro would greet them both with a warm smile no sign of their true nature showing it's face across thier features. " Hello Luna and Ghoulian - " he paused shortly to give a friendly look over to the she-cat to give her a acknowledge nod of a greeting since she had decided to not introduce herself which was fine of course. " My name's Jiro and i've travelled here from the Painted briagde, it's a pleasure meeting the three of you."he said friendly with warmth burning inside of his brown orbs. " I've come here for your services..." he paused again to glance down for a second looking a little bit shy all of the suddenly or maybe it was embarassment he felt right now?. He had never done this before usual it would be him standing there to be requested for not the other way around. Did...all clients felt like this?, a bit weird and awkward or was it just him?.


    Picking his head back up again looked like nothing had just happend and was back with his shinning warmth. " I'm here to hire one of your hosts for the day..uhm, a male host to be exact. Do you think you might have someone that would fit for me?." and with that he meant someone that would want him because he really didn't wanted to force someone to anything. He really hoped this people not were like that. Jiro had made his reserch beforehand and of what he had been told the cartel was fair to thier hosts and treated them with respect and it was out of thier own choice to be one, not enslaved and forced to become one. They had a good reputation pretty much, at least to the rumors he had heared. Otherwise he would not be here right now.

    " I would like to get a task too sir if that would be alright with you, and uhm, am i suppose to complete this so called task...or?. " Jiro would ask and ask while sliding in beside Snowbelle since she was one of the few people he know here right now. Overtime that would change he hoped but for now prefered to stick with someone he was familliar with.

    Was it a bad thing that he come here already?. It hadn't been long after all since he had 'left' that man after all...and he still was covered in this bruises and scars the man had left upon his body, but at least know didn't needed the bandges anymore which was a good thing!. Now at least looked a little bit more presentable. Jiro just couldn't help himself he needed the warmth of somebody else's body laying next to his, to forget about everything in somebody else's embrace. It was all he knew about after all, every since being a child. It didn't matter what people thought about him over it because he agreed with them all. He was disgusting and filthy but that was alright. Jiro no longer felt bothered with it anymore instead coming to accept who he was as a person and what he desperately needed in his life. It didn't matter if he had to sell his body for it or to buy somebody else as long he just could have that warmth for an other night. The cartel just seemed to be the perfect pick for it, that was thier name right?. Jiro admittedly was still trying to learn the ways of the clans and thier lifestyle but the one how had striken him out the most was the cartel thanks for thier services they offered here. It was for him a solution that was good enough for him in the end and of course had gathered up the little things he actually had to give to this people. It wasn't much some silver and accessories which he no longer needed but hoped it would be enough just to get to have a little time with someone and pretend he meant something in this world, to anyone really. His body had always been the only thing that had been good about him, so why not use it for?. The kooiker come up by the border and stopt there while waiting patiently for one of the cartelians to arrive up to greet him secretly hoping this business clan had what he was searching for, a male that was. Jiro was...gay after all.

    Jiro had seen alot of things in his young life here in agrelos but never before had he ever come across a rabbit with a unicorn horn before. That was a complete new thing for him and it was quite fascinating as well. What suprised him further was that this white rabbit could talk never having thought they were capable of a such intelligence. Perhaps he had been a little bit to judging towards them then?, to underestimate them to quickly. Good thing he not eat rabbits then, right?, or any preys for that matter. Being a ghoul could only eat his own kind which happend to be of course other canines, not something he was special pride with but it was for the sake of survivial just like any other animal out there how eat so they could live a other day.


    For being a rabbit though this one was a bit straight-forward, wasn't he?. Jiro had hoped that no one would pay attention to his wounds but of course that had just been a wishful thinking and nothing more then that. Already he could tell this rabbit most have a kind heart for caring over a stranger like this. It almost made him feel a little bit guilty that he would have to lie to them, to not tell them the whole truth anyway. " Yeah i'm fine, gomen - aha, i mean sorry. I just happend to run into someone on my way here and i ended up losing that fight. I'll be fine though. " he said and offered a warm heartfelt smile which made his eyes shine giving the wibe that 'everything would be fine'. " My name's Jiro by the way and i'm searching for a home. Would it be okay if i stayed here for a while?. I promise to not be a burden to anyone of you." an other smile, just as bright like the first one had been.


    Jiro then drawn his attention over towards the female how had come to join them but also had too asked them about thier injures, or well, pointed more or less at them. Since he already had answerd it though didn't thought it was necessery to repeat himself so instead leaned his head over a bit to read the words she had written to him. 'It's okay'. Ah, such nice little words. Truly it warmed his heart a little bit that this female tried to reach out to him like this and in return could do nothing else then contunie on to smile. " Thanks but really, i'm fine." that was what he had told himself for as long he could remember anyhow. He had to be fine because what else could he do?.


    There was more words to read though, more words this female wanted to write out to him. Waiting patiently for her to finish would lean his head over again to read it. 'Snowbelle'. Glancing at her saw how she pointed at herself which made everything click and made complete sense. " A pleasure meeting you Snowbelle. My name's Jiro but ah!, i have already said that, haven't i?." he said and reached up the paw to his mouth to chuckle softly. It was a nice to meet such friendly people like this two for once but at the same time that could quickly change as well. But he didn't felt like this two would though, not that he would have minded it.

    It was a bit sad that he had to present himself in this way. To come to this people border all bruised and scratched and with bandges he had poorly tried to wrap himself in with but wasn't exactly the best at it so they didn't look special good either. Jiro felt a little bit ashamed with himself over that having wanted to make a different impression to them all, a better one then having to look all bruised up like this. But you couldn't get everything you wanted, right?. He just had to make the best of his own situation now by offering smiles and poilite kind-hearted words. Hopefully that would be good enough for all of them to overlook his unfortunate situation but of course there was nothing to worry about. Not really. He was used to this anyway and it was not like this had happend today. No, a few days ago something had happend which had upset the man and of course got punished for it. Really, it was his own fault for upsetting the man and in result had got kicked out. Just a other bad luck from his side. But!. There was no time to feel all sorry for himself but had to move on and look past it for the future. It had been a while since he had last been outside and get to make a decision of his own like this. In a way it was nice he suppose but sooner or later would found someone new, that was just how it was. Jiro did not knew anything better his life always having been like this.


    Despite his own situation carried a warm smile upon his lips as he arrived by the border and of course stopt there to not trespass upon thier land because that would not have been special nice or a first good impression for that matter. Seating himself down the kooiker would glance over the border into the territory with his kind hearted eyes and sat there patiently but with curiosity, and wonderd who would show up to greet him. Never before had he joined a clan so this was a new experience for him so he hoped he was doing everything right this far and not would end up messing this up somehow. It would be a shame if he did but at the same time not something he could do much about it he suppose. All he could do was trying his best and hope it would be enough for this people to let him stay.

    So this is my new boy Jiro how not have had a easy life thanks for being a half ghoul, in fact not even his own parents loved or wanted him so sold him into slavery when only being a child and have been there since then. He have gone from being a sex slave, to a experiment and even a tool for his ghoulism. He have been badly abused and forced to be used as a killer machine, but despite all of that still have a heart of gold. Jiro really hates being a ghoul and self-loath himself alot for it however also have this will of wanting to live despite everything he have been through so even if he not likes it will kill for his survival sake. He is very considerate with his killing though, like will only kill the sick,the 'bad' ones, the old and so on. He also have this thing there he gets to know his victim first to learn what they likes so he can try to fullfill thier last wish before killing them. So yeah, a little bit of a complex character i suppose you can say Jiro is. But he is very sweet and kind.


    Now for the plot. What i had in mind was that your character will found Jiro on the slave market there they gets interested in him for whatever reason, his beauty,knowing he is a ghoul so can use him as a tool, or maybe they just feels bad for him so wanna get him out from there. Jiro on the other hand will feel very grateful towards your character and since he have been pretty much groomed to please anyone how claims them will start to serve your character to pretty much live solely for them, and them alone. How your character decides to treat them is up to you, they can be abusive or just treat him with kindness for the first time in his life, i don't mind for this to be angsty or just a sweet cute little plot as long they use him for something at least. It could even develop into a romance if wanting to but it dosen't necessery need to happen. Jiro on the other hand will fall in love with your character because that will help with my muse. c':


    The only rules i have is they need to be a guy since Jiro is 100% gay and you have to be active on this site. Other then that i'm pretty much chill with anything. This will not be a first come first serve though since i wanna see who i have to pick from, and give everyone a chance to state thier interest. Just give me a little bit information about your character and what you have in mind for this plot between them.


    Many thanks, (:

    He had done it. He had finally done it. After months of planning, plotting, sucking up to them he had finally showed them all and get to taste the sweet revenge on his tounge. Wild thoughts circled the beauceron's mind while walking through the forest with a muzzle covered it dried up blood and he could still taste the blood on the tounge. It was now all but memories that got cherished inside as he still could hear all of thier voices screaming inside of his head, pleading him to stop. It had been pleasing to his ears so why?. Why wasn't he satisfied for?.


    No, the anger and hatred inside of his tainted heart hadn't vanished like he thought it would have. Jairo could still see them, hear them. The revenge hadn't get ride of this agony inside of his chest only feeding it on. Anger was still laying like a thick blanket inside of him, a hidden storm, a bomb that waited to explode once more....Jairo had expected it all to go away but it hadn't. He was still angry and wanted the world to pay, all of them to get a taste on how cruel life truly could be. That was what he stood for now, all that seemed to matter for him because if he couldn't get ride of this feeling inside of him then so be it. He would simple release it upon the world.


    The beauceron stopt right by the Exiles border and lowered down his muzzle to sniff on the ground. It had been a long journey to get himself here so he was admittedly pleased that he had found the right place. Jairo had heared about the clans, the Exiles specifically and it was because of this rumors that had lead him here. A group how hated the world. Seemed to fit him perfectly because there was no way he was going to go back. There was nothing left for him back home, there was no home anymore. It had all got taken and ript away from him so now he was going to be the one how ript apart others homes and families.


    There would be no mercy from him.


    He had done it. He had finally done it. After months of planning, plotting, sucking up to them he had finally showed them all and get to taste the sweet revenge on his tounge. Wild thoughts circled the beauceron's mind while walking through the forest with a muzzle covered it dried up blood and he could still taste the blood on the tounge. It was now all but memories that got cherished inside as he still could hear all of thier voices screaming inside of his head, pleading him to stop. It had been pleasing to his ears so why?. Why wasn't he satisfied for?.


    No, the anger and hatred inside of his tainted heart hadn't vanished like he thought it would have. Jairo could still see them, hear them. The revenge hadn't get ride of this agony inside of his chest only feeding it on. Anger was still laying like a thick blanket inside of him, a hidden storm, a bomb that waited to explode once more....Jairo had expected it all to go away but it hadn't. He was still angry and wanted the world to pay, all of them to get a taste on how cruel life truly could be. That was what he stood for now, all that seemed to matter for him because if he couldn't get ride of this feeling inside of him then so be it. He would simple release it upon the world.


    The beauceron stopt right by the Exiles border and lowered down his muzzle to sniff on the ground. It had been a long journey to get himself here so he was admittedly pleased that he had found the right place. Jairo had heared about the clans, the Exiles specifically and it was because of this rumors that had lead him here. A group how hated the world. Seemed to fit him perfectly because there was no way he was going to go back. There was nothing left for him back home, there was no home anymore. It had all got taken and ript away from him so now he was going to be the one how ript apart others homes and families.


    There would be no mercy from him.

    Eliminate Väla.

    That was his next mission and image how suprised he had been to found out that his former mentor actually was alive. For four months had he believed she was dead and then all of the suddenly he had got this letter telling him to eliminate his former mentor who he had thought had been dead for all of this time. How long had the organization know?. Why they had assign him for this task didn't come as much suprise to him. They wanted to test him and where his loyalty lay. With the assassin how had brought him into the organization when he only had been a child to get trained under her to become a future assassin or if he would pick the organization and kill his former mentor. He knew this was his final test to prove to them once and for all that he was one of them and prepared to do whatever they orded him to do.


    And he wouldn't disappoint them.


    Finalstrike had always done what they had asked of him, full-filling his missions without failure. He had survived through the final test all assassins had do undergo when they where six moons old, but he had got thrown in there when he had been five and all because of the potential he had shown and his amazing skill to adapt and learn. In return of his services he got to live knowing very well what happend to those how disappointed his superiors and so was intelligent enough to know not to ever disappoint them. Väla had actually been the one how had told him that. If he wanted to contunie on to live just needed to make sure to please them to accomplish all tests without failure.


    Former mentor or not, Väla was now nothing more then a target he was suppose to eliminate, a name to get ride of. Thier past relationship no longer matter not when she come inbetween his own life. Kill or be killed. That was the code he lived under and he was going to make sure he always was the survival to never be that weak victim ever again.


    The caracal stood by the border, waiting never having been around this parts before but he had done his research like he always did.


    ~VALE~   Mirror's Edge

    i play leesha and iceshattered ^^


    yeah that works perfectly!, and i like what you have going on there with her name, so like do you want to take this through pm to discuess on thier past relationship with the other and stuff like that?

    Yay i got one!

    Both of your characters would fit very well but since i already have two characters in shadow veil i will have to pass on Adara xD i love her to bites though and she is my whole world <33


    I really like the idea of Finn having known Vale before her memories got wipped because that could create such epic and interesting plots and developments for both of them!. I originally was planning for Finn to be with this assassin organization i not have named yet that which have been running around for a while now there they give code names to thier assassins which is why Finn's name is Finalstrike and you know not have a apprentice name or anything since it's his assassin code name so Finalstrike is not his real name, and his real identity are hidden. If they where apart of the same organization though would you consider Vale to have a code name as well?.


    if not i would be fine to rethink his original plot a bit. In any case i'm so onboard and hyped for this!.

    So Finalstrike here is a assassin, a seven month old assassin how have got trained to be one since he was three months old. So since a early age he have been having a rough time and learned he has to do whatever it is he has to do to survive, it's him or them and he have decided that he is going to survive whatever he has to do at any cost, and since he not knows anything aside from what he have been trained to be have zero clue how a 'normal' life even is. From his point of view being a assassin is all he has, and he thinks sadly that's his role in this world and he is actually very good at it for being so young, intelligent and learns very easily and have a extraordinary ability to adapt.


    Now i need a reason to put this guy in a clan so i can start to roleplay him and figured out why not put him in a clan there his mission is to eliminate someone?. Now this might be interesting, or it could be especially if your character is a wanted one how have many enemies maybe even from the past?. How this works is that one of the organization he works on will send out a messanger to him how will tell him who they want him to kill so Final have no contact with the client personally, he is just the guy how is suppose to fo the dirty job.


    There's no gurante that he will success with his job neither will he kill them straight away since Final tends to wait for the right moment to strike while observing them and learning as much about them as possible to found thier weakness and such before giving the final strike. Now how this will go depands on especially icly interactions, maybe he will go through with it, maybe he will win or lose or he might end up becoming attached to the clan and learn there is more to life then being a assassin, he might even befriend the one he got assign to kill ?.


    Yeah, as you can see there is alot of different routes for this and honestly this plot is mainly to help me to start roleplaying this guy and put him in some clan. Any clans is fine by the way aside from shadow veil,the cartel,painted brigade and the exiles.

    random person yelled on top of his lungs which soon followed with three other people running out from one of the rooms in the big manison wearing a pale look like they just had seen a ghost before disappearing as far thier legs could carry them. The male had not been complete wrong actually or the panic they had experience inside that room. Of what they could not see it was only making sense to flee the field if facing something they not could fight back against. What had happend though for all three of them to leave the room was all discovered if just steping inside the same room the three had escaped from.


    Inside of there were a jar of candy floating in the air all so magically. However, that was just how it looked like for a person with the normal sight of eye, to not see any longer then the life of a beating heart and life form. For those how had got gifted to see far more then what a normal eye could see was not foolish themself to see a kitsune floating up there in the air while mumsing happily on each of the candy this male had stolen without any shame inside of the body. His form unlike most ghost (because yes he was a ghost or at least dead) was not sparkling with stars like the cats that lived in the stars of the religion pro-clans often believed in. Neither was he in the form of invinsibility to look right through him but had a perfectly good sight over his whole so called 'being' or form whatever mortals this days used to call a ghost figure. The way he looked was like a black shadow, some even could sense the darkness coming out from it, this cold empty aura that lacked any sort of touch to this world or even liked it belonged here. At times the being itself even glitched, but that was only when this being was unstable which not was the case right now. So the glitching was under control for the time being.


    Inside of there were a jar of candy floating in the air all so magically. However, that was just how it looked like for a person with the normal sight of eye, to not see any longer then the life of a beating heart and life form. For those how had got gifted to see far more then what a normal eye could see was not foolish themself to see a kitsune floating up there in the air while mumsing happily on each of the candy this male had stolen without any shame inside of the body. His form unlike most ghost (because yes he was a ghost or at least dead) was not sparkling with stars like the cats that lived in the stars of the religion pro-clans often believed in. Neither was he in the form of invinsibility to look right through him but had a perfectly good sight over his whole so called 'being' or form whatever mortals this days used to call a ghost figure. The way he looked was like a black shadow, some even could sense the darkness coming out from it, this cold empty aura that lacked any sort of touch to this world or even liked it belonged here. At times the being itself even glitched, but that was only when this being was unstable which not was the case right now. So the glitching was under control for the time being

    He had done it. He had finally done it. After months of planning, plotting, sucking up to them he had finally showed them all and get to taste the sweet revenge on his tounge. Wild thoughts circled the beauceron's mind while walking through the forest with a muzzle covered it dried up blood and he could still taste the blood on the tounge. It was now all but memories that got cherished inside as he still could hear all of thier voices screaming inside of his head, pleading him to stop. It had been pleasing to his ears so why?. Why wasn't he satisfied for?.


    No, the anger and hatred inside of his tainted heart hadn't vanished like he thought it would have. Jairo could still see them, hear them. The revenge hadn't get ride of this agony inside of his chest only feeding it on. Anger was still laying like a thick blanket inside of him, a hidden storm, a bomb that waited to explode once more....Jairo had expected it all to go away but it hadn't. He was still angry and wanted the world to pay, all of them to get a taste on how cruel life truly could be. That was what he stood for now, all that seemed to matter for him because if he couldn't get ride of this feeling inside of him then so be it. He would simple release it upon the world.


    The beauceron stopt right by the Exiles border and lowered down his muzzle to sniff on the ground. It had been a long journey to get himself here so he was admittedly pleased that he had found the right place. Jairo had heared about the clans, the Exiles specifically and it was because of this rumors that had lead him here. A group how hated the world. Seemed to fit him perfectly because there was no way he was going to go back. There was nothing left for him back home, there was no home anymore. It had all got taken and ript away from him so now he was going to be the one how ript apart others homes and families.


    There would be no mercy from him