Danny
His bike roared, the old piece of shit was barely fuckin' street legal and screamed like a god-damn banshee every time he started it.
So naturally, he had to play his radio all the fuckin' louder, just so he could hear it. Currently the song playing was Back to our roots and could be heard from a mile away.
"I swear to god If I'm going to that stupid fuckin' castle I'm punching the first motherfucker I see."
He grunted to himself, or his demon, or fuckin' whatever. He wasn't separate from his demon, he was his demon. He was anger in a body and he fuckin' liked it that way. As he watched the castle he got a pretty strong gut feeling this was the place, and he always trusted his gut.
He pulled over a few feet from the door, turned off the screaming bitch and popped open a beer. He always kept a bottled pack on his bike. He then lit a shitty looking cigarette he rolled himself, and kept in a beat up pack that was more tape and tears than cardboard. He then took a drag and spat at the feet of the first kid he saw, some scrawny looking black haired faggot.
He put down his beer and turned to him
"Alright punk, square up, I ain't one to sucker punch."
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Name: Danny Swayze
Age: 22
Appearance: http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/grimdragon/Skinhead/untitled.jpg
Personality:
Just like his demon, Danny is nothin' but anger. He is obsessed with morales, honor, loyalty, truth, ect. But has a love for smashing somebodies head in with the heal of his boot. He's incredibly respectful of women, in his own way, and never hit a girl. But any other kike, coon, wetback, gook, or fag, he'd gladly break a bottle over their head.
Bio:
He grew up in Dublin Ireland, right in the fuckin' center. He was adopted by a local group of skins and gladly took up in their ranks. He was feared and respected by outsiders due to how quick he was to fight, and just how god-damned good at it he was. Surprisingly he never spent time in jail, but that was cuz no cop had the balls to arrest him, and no court was going to stick their necks out just to land him time.
Demon: Wrath
> Twinkle Saw jihord fly around and gasped as she saw his transformation, he was huge. Thats why his name sounded so familiar, her mother had told her stories about him. As she was distracted she flew right into a forest crashing into trees and all sorts of plant life. When she grounded to a halt she phased back into mer form. "Oh that looks familiar.." she saw a similar crash site across from her and a small hut is built in between the crash sites.
Jihord
He transformed mid-air, dropping to the ground in his mer form with a thud
"Are you alright, My dear?"
He asked, heavily concerned as he took her face in his hands, checking her for scratches and scrapes. He ignored the mer following him out of disintrest for him. He had a feeling who it was, the fool who lost his true form.
Jihord
He chuckled and leaped, his wings sprouting from his back mid jump, his wings pushed fiercly and he flew like a bullet. He rarely ever turned entirely into a dragon, for he was an elder beasts, and had grown to the size of a mountain. His true form was terrifying to men, and awe-inspiring to his kin.
Jihord
He grunted thankfully to her, moving towards the back of the room, knowing he would have to be last unless the other students wanted to run on a sheet of ice. He had a rather pleased look as he stood, impressed with her.
> Jin muttered under her breath. "I need my powers back." She smiled a bit, though. "I just need a minute... and some carbs." She patted her pockets, looking for something to snack on. Even without her powers, she seemed to run through a meal so quickly that she needed to keep food on her all the time. Unfortunately, when she came up empty, she realized that she'd left her peanut butter crackers in her suitcase. "Crap. This isn't good." She could feel herself starting to recover, but her stomach let out a warning groan like a rusty hinge.
Jihord
"Would you like me to go get you something?"
He asked, a bit concerned
Jihord
He chuckles softly, nodding,
"When would you like to?"
he asked, rolling and facing her as well
Jihord
"It's hard for me not to, my line of work doesn't entitle play."
He said, still looking into the sky, clapsing his hands over his chest and crossing his ankles
Jihord
A low growl pulses from his chest as he towers over her. He had no fear of flame, he'd been burnt plenty by witches, he was unfazed and unimpressed from her fire.
"If you have no want or need for my Alpha's territory, then leave, do so quietly and calmly or I will have no choice but to hold your head under that lake with my heal."
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