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Markaus sighed lightly, getting off of Zenon. He didn't care about hurting the sins; they could always regenerate. But he did have actual respect for Melody, so he decided to play nice and release Pride. The Russian turned towards the other teacher in his apartment, dipping his head in a bow. "Nice having you here, sweetheart. Feel free to stop by anytime." He gave Zenon a rough nudge with his boot. "Oi. Get. I don't need you in here." Turning his green gaze to Daemon, he steadied the young lad by catching his arm. "I don't need you in here, either, boy. I have to get ready. I expect at class bright and early though, Mister Tenebris."
This is where Tsu-tey Levasseur (vampire) and occasionally his sister Sarai Levasseur (vampire) live.
Zoe is Approved.
Markaus flinched at the word brother but it was only noticeable to the well trained eye. He quickly recovered, still scowling down at the two boys. With an eyebrow arched, he listened closely to Zenon's words, soaking them in. It took him a minute to process them, but whenever he did, Markaus reared his knee back and slammed it into Zenon's temple, knocking him to the floor and pinning him there by his knee. "So that's what's different with you. You're so damn prideful. They made you Pride." He knew now that Zenon had no memory. And the brother he had been referring to was indeed Wrath. "I don't give a flying fuck what you are, petty boy. To me, you're just another annoying daddy's boy. And you will apologize or I'll have to explain to Lucifer exactly why he needs to change it to the Six Deadly Sins."
NOTICE: We've decided on an official age list for the Sins. We're not following traditional history, and are producing our own for the Sins. Here is the list from oldest to youngest:-Wrath
-Lust
-Pride
-Envy
-Gluttony
-Greed
-Sloth
Markaus screwed up his face in distaste, watching the fight. As a fellow teacher, he didn't mind Melody. She was a kind woman to him. He didn't even mind her quiet son, who was shy and well mannered. What he did mind were the two knuckleheads messing up his apartment and each other. He sighed then, walking over. The Russian did not appreciate his house getting town up or the feud being held right in his kitchen. With the strength Markaus had, he gripped Zenon and Daemon by the hair, lifting them easily several inches off the ground. He sneered. "Look. You two asses need to shut the up and start the listening. There will be no fighting in my house. If you're going to act like children, I'm going to treat you like children. As an adult, I'm ending this fight." He turned his focus towards Zenon. "You. You cannot come in here and expect the best. Do not expect privilege, or I will beat your ass. Mkay, pumpkin?" He then switched to Daemon. "And you. Chill out. Your solution to everything can't be to fight them. I understand that you're Wrath and all but maybe some anger management should be in order. Kay?" He pulled them away, bashing them hard together by the skulls. Markaus set the two down then, folding his arms as he scowled down at them. "Now apologize to each other. And mean it."
The Russian rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Who else is here?" He lumbered over to the door, swinging it open widely. He looked down at Melody, leaning on the dorrframe. "Why, hello, sweetheart. Is this one, yours? He was following my.... He was following Zenon around when they came here." He stepped aside and swept his arm in a grand bowing gesture. "Please. Come inside. Apparently I'm hosting a party at 5 in the morning."
Leora Takumi is Approved.
Adrain Harris is Approved.
Markaus pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. He had already been punched and then attacked. He was in no way eager to get into another fight. The Russian sighed, "In my apartment, guys? Really?" He stood, standing in the living room, just staring at Daemon with droll eyes and a thin lipped mouth.
Markaus had been so sure that Aspen would pounce on the opportunity for free food. He took a sip of his coffee, the rim pressing into his nose when Aspen refused. He awkwardly sat there, not knowing what exactly to do whenever the boy rejected him. He had been trying to do something good and didn't want to be mercilessly teased by Zenon. So he glanced over at the food, not insisting on Aspen eating it but also not taking it back, just sipping his coffee harmlessly. Markaus set down his mug, rubbing his temples. "Today was actually pretty dull. Compared to other places, today was a pretty friendly hello." His eyes didn't leave the countertop. "And I'm not afraid of Lucy. You can tell him that to his face. I'm sure he's already aware."
Markaus rolled his eyes at Zenon's little comment. "Oh please. Don't flatter yourself." He shook his head. He might've remembered Zenon, young, sickly, and pure. But this Zenon was not that one. Something was way too different to be identical. The professor yawned, stretching out. Looking down at Aspen, the Russian sighed, taking pity on him. The man slid his plate over with the silverware, looking away as he sipped his dark coffee. "Eat. If I have to watch you wallow for one more second, I'm going to kills myself. I can't eat eggs with my coffee. I'll cook something up after my shower." He leaned nonchalantly on the stool, chin resting on his palm.
What's wrong, Kikki?
Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Adrain Harris
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): Addy
Aɢᴇ: 16
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: May 4th
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual
Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Werewolf
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Not immortal, ages slower.
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student at Yokai, member of the illegal fight club.
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:
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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Random ginger women.
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'2"
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 110
Hᴀɪʀ: Ginger
Sᴋɪɴ: Fair with freckles
Eʏᴇs: Range from blue to green
Bᴏᴅʏ: Slender and slightly curvy.
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Feisty and mid ranged. Lightly Scottish.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Adrain is just about as feisty as she is ginger. The girl is a fiery young spirit whose hot blooded temper has gotten her into quite a few scrambles for survival. This werewolf is apt to fight tooth and claw for anything and everything she deems worthy enough to waste her time on(which could be a lot considering how many brawls she's entered.) Despite her hot blooded side, Adrain can be quite calming to be around. Get her anywhere outside and she'll be putty in your hands. She absolutely adores nature, wanting to spend every waking moment she can surrounded by it. Even if she's a know it all and a hard ass and sometimes a bit of a hippie, she's a loyal friend and a faithful partner.
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s):
- Cunning
- Loyal
- Passionate
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs):
- Too Hot Tempered
- Arrogant
- Know-It-All
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
Adrain was born into an small family of an influential pack in Scotland. Her parents, Robert and May, were adamant supporters of the werewolf pack, loyal betas. The pack was large, inhabiting most of Scotland and parts of Britain and Wales. This pack was not like the common ones people would find scattered around the undergrounds of the continents. It had very little rules of what it required of its members. They didn't care if they were caught by humans. In fact, they rarely got close to any humans in their moorish areas. The only ones ever to phase into their human forms and enter town were the alphas and close betas. Adrain never got much of the human lifestyle as she was forced to live most of her life as an animal. The pack stayed in their wolf forms almost exclusively, shifting back into humans on very rare occasions.
The pack, large and family like, was more about staying in tune with nature. That's why they stayed so frequently in their wolf forms, communicating as animals. They were organized with ranks and social standing; each wolf had a position and a daily job, almost a career to be carried out without flaw. Adrain was a hunter and a guardian. She scoured the moors day after day, helping along with the other small group of hunter and trackers to provide the pack with food, to protect them from outside threats, and to serve as a protector of the land. She learned a lot about nature and spirituality and what her purpose was with the land.
After the previous, kind alphas died, their son Vince took the head as a leader. He was a large black wolf with amber eyes and a cruel snarl. He was nothing like his parents. Vince was vicious and his power was absolute. Anyone that disagreed with him was 'taken care' of. Quickly. Adrain never agreed to his ways or his rules. They stated that any human they crossed must die, and they would have to kill rival packs on sight. Complaining constantly, the girl's parents just told her to bite her tongue and accept it. That was not Adrain's style. Not one bit. She challenged Vince to a fight. Whoever won got to decide the Alpha. Whoever lost was kicked out of the pack. As werewolves, their wolf form is automatically bigger than any living canine. But Vince was big for a werewolf. And Adrain was small. Despite her fiery will and passionate tenacity, she lost and was badly injured, having to leave the pack unceremoniously.
There was a period where Adrain drifted across the United Kingdom, moving from small pack to small pack. But once you moved it severed the tether of loyalty and none of those packs really felt like 'home.' So she searched and she searched, rarely going into the human places and camping out in the woods like she'd been raised to do for her entire life. Finally risking it, Adrain shifted into a woman and went into a tavern, trying to get information about the town she was in. During this, she heard the innkeeper mumble something to a stranger about an academy for monsters, so she set out of town with a new location and purpose in mind.
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
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Pᴇᴛ(s): A Himalayan wolf named Apache.
Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s):
- Brawling
- Hand to Hand Combat
Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s):
- Lycanthropy
Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s):
- Small dagger
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s):
- Adorable freckles
Oᴛʜᴇʀ:
She is rarely out of her wolf form when alone, and is mainly irritable as a human.
Adrain is a large russet wolf in animal form, standing four feet tall with slender shoulders, small for a werewolf.
Markaus was grateful for the distraction whenever the pot went off. He took the coffee pot off, turning the pot off and pouring himself a cup of fresh coffee. Leaning against the counter, he drank the drink black, no sugar or no cream, watching the three teenage boys over the rim of his cup. Through the steam, he watched Zenon, taking in all of his characteristics and movements, not really believing his eyes.
Markaus looked a bit off kept after their lovely night with Romulus and Cheshire. The sleeve of his shirt was torn and a bit bloody, his long white hair pulled back in a ponytail, a light white stubble across his chin. He froze, eyes going wide as he recognized that voice. It was deeper and grittier, but goddammit he recognized that voice. When he turned to face him, he had to stop himself from wincing. There he was. Zenon Lowe. That was him, unmistakably. Same hair, same eyes, same everything. Swallowing harshly, the Russian set his lips in a firm line, glancing between Aspen and Zenon. "I didn't think I was drunk enough last night to get married. But then again, I had a hot date with a panther's claws, so you never know." He paused for a moment, then added, "And the reason for you two being in my home is?"
