Malik Schade

Crystal blue eyes peered out from the blackened and filth covered alley ways while rained misted about their owner. Each searched the streets with an earnest sense of disgust and a hint of inquisitiveness. The icy gaze looked over each bipedal creature, pinked skinned beast that walked by. How after thousands of years had these fragile..."humans" taken control as the ruling species upon the earth was beyond comprehension to not only him but most "creatures" that lived in what was known as the Shadow District. A place for creatures of all sizes, shapes, and species to live when they had finally come into the human view and were accepted via a long and arduous peace treaty. Now that meeting seemed to have occured ages ago because the creatures it was set up to help were now falling prey to more and more bullying, crime, harrasment, and overall prejudice from the humans. 

"You know the consequences for killing one of their kind right?" a cool voice purred from behind. The blue hues belonging to a strikingly handsome man with short black hair styled in a Fo-hawk, his name was Malik. Luca, the one who spoke first grinned, his eyes already shimmering yellow from eagerness to shift. Malik growled, all werewolves knew the consequences, hell, all creatures knew. The punishment was torture and then a slow and painful medically induced death. Anyone who went to the St. Ayra's hospital for the Inhuman that were taken by police didnt come back and if they did, they were wrong in the head. One man, an elf, had spoken out against police brutality now he sat in the gutters pissing himself and playing with his own !$%#. Both legs broken, his face torn up and arms covered in burns of all type. 

Luca slunk around Malik and chuckled both were werewolves without a pack, rouges that lurked around the city living like bachelors. 

"I know the consequences, but if it were my decision we'd be showing those pink skinned fleshbags that its we creatures that run this town. Not them!" he snarled and shifted into his wolf form, his digitigrade legs making him stand a little over 8 ft tall. His fur a silky midnight black with claws the same color and sharp as steak knives. Luca, snorted and patted the large Were's arm. 

"Easy Malik, we'll have our time. Come we're late for the meeting." Malik growled in response and the two hurried off into the smog and exhaust fumes that choked life from the cities inhabitants. As they followed the flourescent signs and passed sweet succubus's on the street corners the two kept their eyes open for the "Authority" a human group that tended to attack creatures and get them charged with crimes they didn't even commit all because of who or what they were. 

When they reached the local bar, a vampire bouncer eyed them hungrily before allowing them inside the cigarette smoke filled building. Creatures of all shapes and sizes were here. Vampires, warlocks, shapeshifters, faes, dragons, drawves, elves, and many more. Alcohol was in abundance along with many other strange drinks that could probably send a normal person into a coma. 
"The usual," Malik growled as he sat down at a large table in the back, his wolfish speech making some of the others in the room flinch.

"Alright," a tall man with what looked like burnt skin rose and addressed the group. "For too long we have been discrimanated, tortured, poked and proded at by humanity because to them we are oddities. Much as they used to do with those different in their species before we came into the picture. THIS. WILL. NOT. CONTINUE!" he snarled slamming his fist into the table to drive home each word. Muttered whispers and growls of approval rippled amoung the group. The clink of a mug signaled Malik to his drink which he downed quickly. 

"My only question is who shall start this war, us..." he looked around with a feindish smile. "Or them." A few chuckles rose, it seemed like the night was going to become very interesting.  

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Name: Malik Schade

Species: Werewolf

Faction: Doesn't trust humans or Creatures

Age: 20

Appearance:Very Dashing. Stands about 5' 10". Pale but handsome. His hair is styled in a Fo-hawk that just happens to be natural. The hair on his head is black . He is slender, yet fairly muscular with a toned figure. His irises are an enchanting yet icy crystal/ turquois blue. He has flawless pale gray skin and sharp pearl white teeth. Often has a placid uninterested expression on his face. He wears all black cargo pants that just drape over his red converse high tops and has on a navy blue shirt that says "Howling at the moon" with a picture of the full moon in the background. Has two silver snake bite piercings on his upper lip and one silver stud on the edge of his right eyebrow, also a sliver stud in his noise.

Personality: Introverted and a lone wolf type. He's not one to jump into a group and make friends. He isn't very sociable but if you're lucky enough to crack through his tough and iron cold exterior, he's a big softy. But piss him off and he'll be your worst nightmare.

Author: Anna_Devlin
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Name: Kathy
Species: Kitsune
Age: 17
Appearance: she has blonde-red hair that goes down to he back and green-yellow eyes that seem almost hazel.
Personality: she is very wise and manipulative being the creature she is. Personal space is one thing she needs. She avoids loud or crowded areas and would prefer a peaceful house by a lake over the city anyday.
Other: The creature's strength increases with age, wisdom, and life experience. They have the ability to assume human form and are great tricksters. The creatures are noted for having as many as nine tails. A kitsune may take human form when it reaches a certain age, usually 100 years. They prefer to assume the shape of a beautiful woman, young girl or elderlly men. The creatures have the ability to clone the appearance of an individual. Kitsune have a fear and hatred of dogs. They can willingly manifest themselves in people's dreams and create illusions so elaborate that they are perceived as reality. The kitsune can fly, become invisible, and often times generate fire or lightning. In some regions of the world the creatures can bend time, space, and drive people mad.
Author: Lovemay
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Name: Soren Halkon

Species: Shapeshifter

Faction:Indifferent ( doesn't care is out for number 1)
Age: 18
Appearance: In human form stands at five ten with wavy blond hair just barely reaching eye level and forest green eyes. Has a definitive muscle tone, has the number fifteen tattoed on his right shoulder blade. Is considered to be hot or handsome. Tends to wear long blue coats reaching to his ankles, combat boots. Orange shirt and dark jeans. Usually likes to take the form of an orange cat with the same forest green eyes. If carefully looked the fur gives the number fifteen over his shoulder blade.
Other: Shapeshifting abilities can extend to changing the physical matter of objects he touches at the cost of a great portion of his energy.
Personality: Cocky is a good way to sum up his attitude. Although he doesn't really care about the affairs of creatures and humans he doesn't mind a good fight. Is fairly selfish however somewhere in his self asorbed world he does care for others. Can be talkative at times and most of the time he doesn't give a damn.

Author: Chimerakiller2

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Miranda
position: Team Leader (sergeant)
skills: Leading, CQC
Age: 28
looks: Short black hair, brown eyes, fit
Personality: Tough character, intelligent, meticulous, speciest
Sam
Position: Sergeant 2nd class
skills: Species tracking, CQC
Personality: A joker, speciest, loves to push people's buttons, likes attention
Author:Dyerz

updated Mar 3 by Anna_Devlin