~ Hell Hound ~
(A private roleplay between Kiyoto and PapillonCameo. Feel free to read, but do not post.)
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Name: Cerberus
Age: Ageless, but usually appears 17-18
Race: Demon
Power:
~ Necromancy
~ Chaos Manipulation
~ Hell-Fire Manipulation
~ Regeneration - Works faster in true form than it does within human form.
Weaponry: Senbon, which he typically enfuses with his power, as well as a sword.
Bio: Cerberus is the protector of the underworld, a demon taken in long ago by a powerful and dark master. It is uncertain what happened to him, but he was found without his memories. His memories continue to elude him however, so little else is known about him or his past at all. Many speculate through myth and rumors, but none know for sure, other than his guarding the gates of hell.
Appearance:
Human- 
Demon- 
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The building was dark, people moving around and going about their buisiness. A pair were making out in the back, some dancing together, others drinking. He sat at a small table off to the side in the darkness, a glass in front of him. He lightly slid a finger along the rim, his eyes on the liquid inside. He had needed a drink, so here he came. He was still new to things around here, though the people he could do without. A sigh escaped from him, as he lifted the glass from the table and to his lips.
He downed the sharp tasting liquid within one gulp, wincing a bit as it stung his throat going down. He closed his eyes, whispering a bit under his breath. Not much was going on at the moment. The life he was living for the moment were silent. Sighing a bit, he gave a slight wave to the bartender for another drink. The two making out in the back seemed to be getting more physical. He ignored them, directing his eyes towards the band playing up on the stage. The place was vibrating with the music, as the lights around him flashed.
He had hoped this loud place would stop him from thinking, but for the moment, all he could do was think. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He needed something to take his mind off of everyhting. The main thing running through his mind was that of his memories, or lack of. He could not remember much, other than his name and he was from the underworld. After that, it got hazy. Why was he here? Why could he not remember? He shook his head, lightly clenching his hands within his hair.
The second drink was sat before him, making him glance up at the waitress, who winked at him. Humans, they believed they could hit on him or look at him like he was some piece of meat. He picked up his glass, taking a sip of the liquid within. It tasted just as bitter as the first, but it helped to distract him a bit. He ran his eyes over the people within the club a bit, there was plenty who seemed they were interested, but so far none he was interested in. He sighed, taking another sip as he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes just a bit.
