In a world where the desires of others seem to get them into trouble, the lives of people and demons become intertwined in a way that could mean life and death for more then one race. The city of Hasigawa Japan is the cener of what seems to be unexplained events that some say are tied to these 'demons'. But why are they here? What are their purpose? That my friend is up to you....These demons all have thieir own agendas but it's their contracts with humans that set things in motion. A bond made of blood tying them together in an endless cycle of eternity. These humans called contracters gain the power of the demons in return for whatever the deamon is asking. Can you handle the concequences? Would you sell your soul for the power hidden in darkness itself? The time is now make your choice and step through into my world....

Rules.
1. I am in charge.
2. this is a potential yaoi roleplay if you don't approve you don't have to be gay but do not critisize others that are.
3. No godmodding
4. follow all normal rules.
5. no killing other characters without asking them.
6. Pm profiles titled Contractor or Contracter

Profiles must include:

Human:

I am Known as....(name)
People view me as...(personality)
When I look in the mirror I see....(appearance)
My birth has since passed by....(age)
I am a....(gender)
My heart seems to react to...(sexuality)
Why must I be cursed this way?....(reason for contracting)
What I look for in a demon....(what kind of demon do you want to contract)
You must know....(bio)
One last thing....(extra)

Demon:

Hello human my name is.....
I am of the....(spiecies)
Do not be afraid....(apearance)
I guess I have been around for...(age)
Life has made me a....(gender)
My mate must be...(sexuality)
I have come to look for a contractor because....
My preference.....(what do you want in a contractor)
You must know...(bio)
One last thing...(extra)

Accepted:

Human:

I am Known as....Marama (means moon man) Lee
People view me as...Stand-offish, shy, and blunt. Loves animals but scorns almost all human contact. Listens to music all the time and loves to fight.
When I look in the mirror I see....
My birth has since passed by....17
I am a....Male
My heart seems to react to...I don't know, I never let anyone get close enough.
Why must I be cursed this way?.... I will seek those who would take advantage of weakness and I will destroy them.
What I look for in a demon....A powerful one, one who will never hesitate to do what needs to be done.
You must know....When I was 11, my little brother and my mother were brutally murderd by a gang who ran my town. I was so angry but so weak, the men laughed at me and said I was as pretty as a girl. I knew fear then but as they violated me, I never once made a sound. I promised myself I would never be so weak again.
One last thing.... I have an obessesion with tatoos and the pain that comes with them. I have many tatoos but no one has ever seen them all

Demon:

Hello human my name is.....Hataru
I am of the....Shadow demon
Do not be afraid....
I guess I have been around for...16
Life has made me a....male
My mate must be...male
I have come to look for a contractor because....I want to become the strongest demon ever...
My preference.....I will not contract with Women my contractor must be male.
You must know...I will not reveal it so easily.
One last thing...I play the violin

Hello human my name is..... Chaos
I am of the....Night demon
Do not be afraid....
I guess I have been around for...16
Life has made me a....male
My mate must be...male
I have come to look for a contractor because....I wish to end those who use their power against those whoare innocent.
My preference.....I want them to be strong and ready to fight with a goodand strong heart.
You must know...I have been in a deep slumber until now that I have been awaken and am searching for a contractor.
One last thing...I am a chaos magician and able to change my atributes.(one of the strongest demons)

Contracts: ((if you see a demon who has no contractor you can pick them as long as you meet the criteria for them))

1. Marama X Hataru

((hey are we posting as we go, or are we waiting for more people??))

((we posting just waiting for you to choose a demon))

((kay, i choose hataru))
Marama sat in the chair with his shirt off waiting for the tatoo artist to come back. The paleness of his skin and the white of his hair glowed in the dim lighing of the tatoo parlor. His bright purple headset sat on his head thrumming with the loudness of the music. He had his eyes closed and was humming to the song 'hearing damage' by thom yorke as he tracked the movements of the people in the shop. His bare back was like a canvas waiting for its artist. Marama had ink on his legs, arms, navel, even a small cluster of stars trailing from the back of his ear to his right collar bone but he had yet to get anything on his back.

The guy returned to where he had left the white haired teenager. He didn't know how the kid had noticed him with that loud music blasting but sure enough, he turned his head tracking the tatoo artist with one black eye. The man held up the design that the kid wanted and when Marama nodded, he applied the tracing paper to his back, right along his spine; from the top of his jeans, to where his white hair began on his long neck. The artist pulled it away revealing the tracks of a cat, bird, and the faint indention of a snake trail traveling up the kid's back.

Marama shivered a little in anticipation as he felt the vibrations of the needle close to his skin. The few other people in the shop watched the teen get his tatoo. They murmered about how painful spinal tats were and how the kid was hardcore. Some snickered when they saw Marama shiver, thinking he was afraid but they startled when Marama's eyes snapped open to stare at them blankly in pleasure as the artist began to tatoo with plain black ink. Marama tried to be as still as possible knowing it would hurt more if he moved but couldn't stop the growl of pleasure as he rode out the pain. He sighed and closed his eyes wondering how he would be able to put his shirt on and move propely with the pain on his spinal cord that would last for weeks.


(( just an introduction to my character...you guys should listen to that song, it's the one i had in mind when i created his character))

Hataru sat on the roof of a building not far from a tattoo parlor he had sensed a being who seemed to ravish pain. He smiles "how amusing" he says and looks through the window at the male. Maybe this would be the one? The onee to help him to set him free. He laughs a bit the concept was quite amusing him set free he couldnt help but laugh. The air around him twinged a bit with power he couldn't wait to unlock his true potential thia was going to be quite fun.

He wondered if this human would be worth it he wanted power and strength it was art of te reason he didn't contract with human females they may have had strength on the inside, but in a fight they were worthless no physical help at all. He also was a bit more attracted to human males for another reason, he was in what the humans ould say gay. He never saw power and strength in females and some poeple would go against him for thinking that but it was just how he was raised. The demon world was no place for the weak.

He ignores the thoughts running through his head and turns his attention back to this kid. He smiles a bit once more to himself before jumping down to the street. No one could see him at the moment he was on a plane between the two worlds od human and demon, but if he wanted hey could see him but he would save that for a bit layer. He could here the music the boy was listening to even from this distance, and how he watched the people around him the darkness in his eyes yes he would d just fine. Hataru steps forward innto trafic the cars would pass right through him not stopping but it didn't matter he would be perfectly fine. He opens the door of the parlor and steps inside.

Marama had his eyes tightly closed when he felt the door to the shop open. His music was still blasting but somehow, he could feel the presence enter the shop like he had been expecting it all along, like he had been waiting for him to show. He turned his head to look and saw a tall man with black hair. That was all he got before he closed his eyes at the sensation of the needle. The artist was finishing up his tatoo at the small of his back and it was so sensative there that the teenager couldn't help but arch into the feeling. He could hear the sympathy and admiration of the onlookers. Sympathy because it looked painful and admiration because Marama looked beautiful with his eyes closed, lips parted, and back arched. Clenching his teeth, Marama fought not to make a sound as the final spot was inked in. Then it was done.

The artist was murmuring how good it looked while he rubbed some gel on the tat. Marama got up from the chair and switched off his music. He stretched slightly and the muscles in his white abdomen rippled smoothly drawing attention to the small tribal design on his navel that framed one side of his bellybutton before disappearing into his low rise jeans. He found he was conscious of the man who had just entered but did not turn to him. He didn't want to give his sudden interest away. He went to a full length mirror and turned his back, looking over his shoulder to get a good look. Marama smiled slightly in pleasure to see his new body art. It reminded him of the creatures that made him happy. While he was looking into the mirror, he got another look at the man who entered the shop and flushed slightly realizing that he was watching him.

Hataru walked past the people who were watching the boy. No one else reacted to him for no one else could see him. He merely sat down and smiled a bit before suddenly disappearing.

Marama stared a bit at where the man had disappeared before taking a beep breath and moving back to the artist. what the hell was that? he thought as the man applied a clear covering and tape to his fresh ink. Thanking him and picking up his hoodie and shirt, Marama walked out of the shop. He breathed in the cool air and tried to forget about what he just saw since he had absolutely no explanation for it. He pulled the headset from his bare neck to a position on his head and turned it back on. Slipping his hoodie onto his naked torso carefully, Marama moved aimlessly down the street wondering where he would eat.

Hataru walked along the roof lines next to where the boy was walking on the ground. This was amuzing him he watched.

As he walked, he hummed to the next song on his playlist. He rubbed his stomach absent mindedly as he looked for someplace to eat. He finally settled for an indian cuisine resteraunt and quickly ordered something to go. He didn't want to stay in one place for too long. Something was making the hair stand up on the back of his neck and he didn't want to be trapped in a small area when something happend. He took his food to the nearest park and settled on the swings, his eyes darting around before he began to slowly eat his food. His back ached hotly and it made him uncomfortable but Marama never let his guard down.

"Nice day out isn't it" Say a voice.

Marama stiffend at the voice. Turning his head all around to try and spot the speaker. "i suppose it is," he responds in a soft, husky voice. Marama voice always sounded that way since he rarely chose to speak to people. He kept his eyes wide open trying to catch the speaker.

Hataru chuckles softly. "You look to stop those like the ones who took advantage of you years agoam I correct" he says still invisible. He had done his homework.

Marama sprung up from the swing dropping the food to the floor. His breathing sped with adrenalin as he remembered that day. He was sure that he tracked down every single person involved that night...and that he had taken each one apart. "how do you know that?" he growled. He couldn't believe he had missed even one.

He appears leaning against a tree. "Because...I have the power to obliterate them" he says a bit darkly.

Marama's eyes widened when he saw the man from the tatoo shop appear against a tree. Still reeling from the sudden appearence, he tried to focus on what had been said. "well, i already did that. What do you want from me?" he murmured keeping an eye on the other while he began to fall into a defensive crouch. This guy was definitely sending off signals. Marama had yet to intrepet the man's intentions.

He moves forward to him "you want power...I can give you that power".

Marama stared at him, his posture relaxing slightly and he winced as felt the pull on his tatoo. "what do you mean, give me power?" he couldn't deny that he was intrigued. He thought about wat happend to him happening to someone else and he saw red. he frowned, "and that still doesn't explain what you want from me."

Hataru laughs. "I am a demon young boy" he says to him.

Marama stared at him with disbelieving eyes then he chuckled weakly. When he saw that the demon was unamused he swallowed a little thickly."are you serious?" he had heard rumors of demons walking among people and in some rare cases partnering up with them. He had always thought they were stories. Marama looked more closely at the so called demon. He certainly had the looks, if there was a 'look' to demons. He had inky black hair that was a direct contrast to his own snow white locks. He was pale and tall with dark eyes that glinted with some inhuman light. he couldn't help himself when he stepped a little closer he was just so...magnetic. he guessed that was a demon thing too. "why do you want to give me power?" he asked.

"I want to become the best to get stronger I need someone strong think you can handle it human" he says. It took all he had not to smile thi was amusing to him he looks at the male and leaned forard he whispers in his ear "I can give you whatever you want" he says.

Marama stood as still as possible as the demon approached him but when he whispered the innuendo into his ear, Marama couldn't stop the shiver and flush that covered his whole body. This, of course, caused his tatoo to burn delicously. Choking back a moan, Marama hurridly took a step back and said "s-so, we want the same thing," he stuttered slighly, looking everywhere but at the demon. No one had every really been that close to him before and it was unsettling. "what's your name?" he asked looking at him from out of the corner of his eye.

He gives a slight bow "you may call me Hataru". He smiles at him "so do we have a deal in the making or maybe I should walk away now..." he turns.

Marama stepped forward and grabbed the back of Hataru's suit. He blushed slightly,"wait! my name's Marama." he stepped back and looked up at the sky in embarassment."i would be...honored if you ...stayed with me." he grimaced damn, i sound like a girl. he cleared his throat. "so. what do we do now?"

He laughs a bit. "We state our conditions of this...partnership you gain my services and power and i gain...."he looks at him.