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A shadowy and skinny sided fellow approaches you. As he comes closer and closer,
flecks of moonlight catch his pelt, showing flashes of orange and black. He circles
you, watching your every move; his eyes and feathers glowing in the dark of night.
His moves were silent and carefully directed, nothing was out of place for this young
male. As the shadow stopped, the silence grew deafening, until he spoke, "Were I a
betting man - and I'm not, I'd stay away from games of chance."
basics wrote:name yannis ján emery
nicknames shadow man
gender male he/him/his
age 23, though unknown
to the outside world.
birth date october 31st
birth location unknown
location in louisiana
sexual ori. straight
status single, will most
likely be that way forever
anthro basics wrote:height 6 foot 3 inches
weight 153 lbs [69.3kg]
skin color coffee bean
hair color deep black
hair length short
hair style curly
blood type O
somatotype mesomorph
accent french/cajun
posture crooked
scent fire/smoke
basic personality wrote:captivating
clever
charming
persuasive
dominating
sarcastic
stylish
independent
dishonest
narcissistic
oppertunistic
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The Plumerian bared malice in his grin, though to you it was transparent. You
stood in fear of him- of the unknown. The bright blue moon shown on his pelt as
if were a spot light used by the gods. He was dressed in all black- a silk suit and tie.
A black top hat covered the magician's face, making it hard for you to see what you
were dealing with. A moments silence between you two set the stage. White fog made
it's way into the ally way and purple light seemed to appear from no where. "I sense
you're having troubles and believe me, I can help you with them." His voice was callous
and song-like. "Just a little somethin' we have here in Louisiana. Little "parlor trick,"
don't you worry."
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"Most of my- friends- per say call me Mr. Emery." Yannis smirked as he
kept his eyes on you. With a flick of his wrist, the mysterious figure had four stained,
yet readable cards in his hand. His gorgeous orange eyes darted from the cards and
back to you. "So, I hear you're in need of a Kiamara MYO slot?" His eyebrows went up
in inquiry. Your astonished at what this man knows just from his cards. Your mouth
opens to respond, but he talks before you have the chance to. "You see," He tosses his
staff into the air, catching it a second later. "I can make this happen for you." His sway
says 'dangerous' but something in your mind says 'trust him.' This is the real question,
will you?
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history wrote:
"history is a tool used by politicians to justify their intentions."
newborn - early teenage years
"I don't remember much from those years of my life. Then again, no one really does. What I remember most clearly was my parents. Well- their absence from my life. They were business moguls and I've hated it ever since I was a young kid. However, I didn't have to deal with them being intentionally gone for long. They passed away in a private plane crash when I was ten. I hated the rest of my family so I ran away to the streets of Louisiana."
early teens - late teens
"This is when my life gets spiced up. After my parents died I lived on the streets, stealing just enough to get by. I picked up a job at the graveyard for the mortician, digging the graves. It was an easy job and I got paid enough to buy what I needed, though I did steal occasionally.
One night when I happened to be working a late night shift, a man approached me. I felt safe, like he meant me no harm. This guy spoke with a voice that captivated my soul. He had me in the palm of his hand from the first time we met. He promised me a life of fun and trickery, which, at the time, I had no idea that I wanted that. He knew me better than I knew myself. He explained to me what he was and after that, that's all I had my sights on.
Two days later, witchcraft training had begun. It most difficult in every way possible. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. He was hard on me and I ended up living with him and becoming his full on student. I was taught many lessons and everything that I needed to know- but there was still one factor, could I trick people into believing what they cannot see? Thats where my problem started. I couldn't trick people the way he could. That was until he told me, "Being a witchdoctor is not about being magic, its about tricking others to believe you are." There was something about that saying that worked for me and I could do anything I believed in.
By the time I was eighteen, I could have people believing they were swamp frogs. I was unstoppable."
late teens-today
"Two years ago, I made the decision to work on my own. I formulated my plan and executed it when I turned nineteen. I killed my teacher and took over his store. I did it quickly and easily. It felt right- being on my own that is. As soon as I buried him, I set to work on fining my hopeless and dramatic clients. Everyone needed something, so it wasn't hard to find them, and I suppose that's how I got to where I am now."
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You inevitably follow the shadow figure back to his shop in the town square.
It's a hidden little shop on the end of an unnamed street. What you wanted was so dear
to your heart that you just had to say yes and accept his offer. As you arrive to the
dingy yet interesting shop of horrors, you somehow feel comfortable- almost like it's
home. Though it was dark, you could see that various trinkets and baubles lined the
crooked and rickety shelves. "Don't touch anything," He calls back to you. "It could kill
you, or worse, turn you ugly."
studying spells
learning latin
making music from bones
communicating with the dead [ouija board]
likes wrote:rainstorms
lightning
thunder
darkness
meeting new people
fall
the smell of the sea
adventure
running
discovering places
halloween music
snakes
mice
candy
dancing [secretly]
dislikes wrote:crowds
chocolate
cheese
music
snow
the color yellow
getting his feet muddy
loud sudden noises
bluegrass music
dogs
daylight
marshmallows
being touched
seagulls
teenagers
favorites wrote:
number "Seven."
saying "Ut mors super vos."
music genre "Holloween music? I don't listen to much."
country "France."
color "Black."
item of clothing "Capes."
food "Candy."
holiday "Holloween."
season "Fall."
accent "My own."
body part "The eyes. The can say so much without speaking a word at all.
smell "Fire."
tv show "I don't own a tv."
place to eat "I don't go out very often."
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nala and yannis wrote:My first impression of Nala was annoying. She was persistent and always just so happy. I couldn't stand it, though she insisted that we be friends. I'm mean but not that mean, so I said whatever. I could only shrug at what she was saying because in reality I never really cared about what she happened to be talking about at that time.
But, what I didn't realise, was that she was my friend. No matter how grumpy or arrogant and standoffish I could be, she still wanted to talk to me. But when it really hit me, was when I figured that she was my only true friend. Even though I went through the previous synopsis, I couldn't see her as my friend. I never felt that way about anyone.
I still don't consider her my friend. I don't want to. I don't have friends.
yannis and shasta wrote:There's one word to describe Shasta Jake; curious. I met her when she was on a trip with her parents visiting Louisiana. She has a keen eye for the supernatural and found my shoppe almost instantly. Her demeanor was kind, yet there was something more to her behind those eyes. Passion. We she looked at me, at felt a fire run through my soul, something of which I've never felt before.
I was intrigued by her, something I cannot say about most people. Her time in Louisiana was short, but she kept in touch with me. I cannot describe the feeling I felt around her, or even the feeling she felt towards me. I can tell you it was more that just a friendly stance.
Though my relationship with her should be at the most a friendship, I'd rather consider her my acquaintance. Like I've said before, I don't have friends, nor do I do girlfriends.
