Fʀᴇɴᴄʜ Qᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀ | accepting!

[. nash .]

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↳ ( Twenty five | Werewolf | Tagged ;; Kana

The werewolf watched her with interest. A nymph, maybe he'd heard of it. His grandmother loved to rattle on about stories of her youth were she had known all these different creatures that used to live in the Quarter before the left after the first scent of a hunter. Brogan would always find himself sitting cross-legged in front of the older women listening intently to the times before this; loving everything about it. "I've heard of them, my grandmother knew a group of them before the hunters had moved into town years and years ago. " Brogan told, he never expected to actually meet one of the creatures. When she asked what he was to his pack, he couldn't help but to laugh. Brogan didn't have one here and he couldn't help but to laugh a little bit. "Omega." He told, shrugging. "Just for now, but in my old family pack I was beta." He clarified, pursing his lips and shrugging. Despite not having a pack, Brogan still held himself like a beta, and it wasn't uncommon for a whole to act like a certain rank without even having it.

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↳ ( Twenty | Angel | Tagged ;; Luna

Ariel didn't know the exact apartment, but she knew of where it should be. That was the only perk of being around for so long is. Ariel generally had a good idea of where things were, only rarely did she find herself confused in an area, unless she hadn't been there in forever. Ariel could lightly hear the female following her, making the smile stain on her face, glancing about when she mentioned her name. "Luna, that's a pretty name. Pleasure to meet you." Ariel said, thinking of the general back ground of the name. "I'm Ariel." the angel added, forgetting that she also hadn't said her name. Ariel kept walking, her paced quick but couldn't be considered a jog, it was just her natural pace. "Your place isn't to far off, I promise. You were actually pretty close." Ariel chirped, glancing at her once again.

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↳ ( Twenty four | Lobizón | Tagged ;; Jaevin + Aiyana

The lobizón was growing anger by the second, the human, or so he thought, acting completely insane and maybe if the tiger was actually paying attention he would know that something was seriously wrong with him. Mateo had been much more caught up in the hurt 'human' that he didn't even smell the other lobizón until the female tiger pushed past him and aided to the creature.. Nightwalker? What- oh. He'd been so caught up in simply being angry, for what who knew, that he hadn't even scented the male on the ground was a vampire and not a human like he guessed. Mateo's eyes shifted back to the other tiger, wondering when she had appeared here. He was sure he would have scented her if she lived here, maybe she had just moved here..or he missed that too. "A healer?" He snorted, giving a questionable stare and he leaned down next to her, though looking at the vampire who was obviously hurt. "You are a lobizón, not a healer." He accused, not believing a creature that was made for fighting would call herself or himself a healer. Did the female tigress not know what being a lobizón meant?

[w0ah]

-- ｃｏｒａ ｅｌｉｚａｂｅｔｈ ｙｏｕｎｇ --
-- ｓｉｘｔｅｅｎ - ｓｉｒｅｎ - ｔａｇｓ~ - ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ； when dressed --

Ｉ wake with the lingering images of my dream. The colorful reefs, many fish of all types, the feel of the water around me.
Blinking several times, I cleared the images out of my head. If I continued to think about them, I knew it would only make my stay here even worse. I just longed for the salty water again, but I knew it was too dangerous. As my mother had said before, I would be safer here than risking a hunter or human tracking us in the ocean depths. I yawned quietly, my eyes watering, as I sat up in bed. Using the back of my hand, I wiped away the tear and looked around my room. The room is small but cozy, just enough room to hold all of my junk I brought with me. But, even after my small cleaning I did a week ago, my room had turned into a mess. It looked as if a tornado came through. Clothes were strewn on the floor, my small table against the wall had empty soda cans stacked on top, and letters were fanned out. There were some books of mine laying on the ground, from my previous struggle to grab a book that lingered behind all the others.
I closed my eyes and flopped back down in the bed. I felt like I wanted to clean up, but I never had the motivation, and I was always slightly lazy. Swinging my legs over the side and standing, I trudged toward the door.

[ZeTardis]

|Kana|Nymph|Tagged-Brogan|Location-Cafe|


She smiled,this werewolf was certainly different from the cold,territorial ones she had met

before."My family moved here after most of the hunters left,but they left a couple years ago to move to Europe."She said a little regretfully.She hadn't wanted to move to Europe,she loved the Quarter,she also loved her family but it hadn't felt right.Her Mother had been furious,but her father gave her money behind her mother's back."I don't think we'll be seeing you anytime soon,give your mother a century or two to cool off."He had said before boarding the plane."So,what about you,what is your family like??"She asked him taking a sip of her drink.

|Raven|Witch|Tagged-Open|Location-Fortune telling shop|

She walked into the shop to find it empty.'Grandmother must be out for lunch and Auntie must still be at the vet...'She thought.She threw her sandals into a corner and her purse next to the old fashioned cash register."Well I don't think there will be anymore customers but I'll keep the sign up."She said to herself and blasted her favorite songs from the speakers replacing the weird music her grandmother played with a mix of hits,rap,alternative and country.


|Andrew|Demon|Tagged-Open|Location-Streets of The French Quarter|

It was a busy day in the Quarter,cafes were full and streets busy.He walked around occasionally saying hi to people.He finally found a bench and sat down watching the people go by while plugging in his earbuds.
The French Quarter was one of his favorite places,it was a place full of people committing sins.Itwas so easy to cause trouble ,and most of the time he didn't even have to lift a finger.

[Politics]

♢Ｌｉｔｏｓｔ♤

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・He/They//15-17
・Tags//Open
・Location//Café
・Feeling//A wee bit tired.
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At five cups of tea, Litost just begun to become slightly aware of his unhealthy drinking habit. Swiveling a bit in their chair, they kept on the sketch in their notebook.
The air was warm; quite frankly Litost found it disgusting. He was never a warm-weather person, and even carried a chilling, near frost-inducing aura from their humble beginnings in Denmark. But that was a piece of history lost to time. A gem of a time it was.
The café, of respectable nature and hot-coffee smell was a grim reminder of his days in Paris. There's a reason they called him 'The Man Whom Painted White Roses Red'—Or simply 'White rose, Red Rose.' Though he thought it dramatic, it made a great deal of sense. Detective work(even as a studied botanist) got messy. That was the definitive downside. Litost was a mysophobic anyway, and no amount of mass-murders, cleanly false alibis, and biological weaponry could change that fact. Well, a mysophobic with a peculiar knack for gambling would always end up in a messy situation, no matter how much it is held in disdain. The situations he got himself into we're almost vindictive In nature. From Burgandy to New Deli, they were always moving. But...now they were here. In a world unfamiliar to them. The Americas were almost an enigma. And yet here they sat, with broken, flustered english and a massive intellect that finds itself untranslatable to English. And now, with extra money from the euro-dollar conversion rate, a cup of tea, and the lovely flat a few blocks down, they received an unrequited desire to dissect this new, unfamiliar scenario they'd been placed in. A cultural experiment, Litost reasoned.
Of course, with their sixth cup getting cold and the warmth leaving their hands, the disoriented fellow snapped back into reality with a fluid transition of looking out the window. Life felt rather slow at the moment.

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James sat down at his dinner table, a plate half full of food laid infront of him. Just his usually last nights dinner and an Granny Smith apple. His dinner last night was just his simple noodles and steak, the steak size that laid before him was unusually small for him but it would get his day started. The green apple persay is just a nice snack for the busy street of New Orleans. His eyes traveled up his plate to the smooth wooden table that everything laid on than to a cold glass of milk, he licked his lips thinking of the cold thick white liquid finding its was to his stomach. His eyes traced the cup, a round green base as you continued up it became a clear body, it opened to up as it reached the top but quickly closed till it left a hole big enough to fit sleeping curled up gerbil. James stomach growled with hunger, it begged for food, shaking his head free of his "trance" and hungrily grabbed the steak before him and shoved a part into his mouth, biting down he teared the meat from the bone and chomped it down. The taste filled his taste buds and made his mouth water for more. Once he swallowed that piece he grabbed his cold milk and thrusted it up to his mouth making him sip some down. Once he finished his lunch he stood up and let out a big burp. "oops" he said aloud even though he was the only one in the room. He walked over to his bathroom and quickly fixed his hair, washed his face, put his beanie on, ect. Once he was ready he headed out the door and outside, not forgetting about the apple. He walked for a bit passing by the park but he stopped once he saw a homeless man on the sidewalk. He looked down at the Granny Smith apple still fresh from any bites, without thinking twice he handed it to the man with a smile. The man rose his hand up crookedly and gabbed the apple. "tHAnk yUO" the homeless man strained out. James cringed as the voice filled his ears, a sharp ringing began making him squint "your welcome" he said quickly trying to get away, he wasn't trying to be rude but he didn't want him to think the look on his face was because it was his fault... Even though it sorta was. He continued walking not even with a place in mind to go to.
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Jaevin groaned in confusion and from the pain,he starred up at the guy (still clutching his right arm hard).His vision started to clear so he could make out the person infront of him a bit. tall lean, fresh cut beard and stash, short hair that sorta curled up, brown eyed, he wore a brown tshirt tucked in with a white undershirt with some regular jeans. He listend to the mans salty comment and almost replied back bitterly but was cut off as a beautiful black (and brown highlights) haired lady stepped in and held out her hand sliding into a kneel, her eyes a crystal blue almost mesmerizing, he starred dead at them as she talked almost to mesmerizes to hear what she was saying. He did make out parsley what she said and was shocked to hear she had already found out he was a vampire a lump of fear caught in his throat. He started to shake not knowing if she was one as well or someone who would hurt him. He slowly took her hand still cautious to her, he looked down at what she was wearing to notice a summer flora dress, something that he wouldn't wear on a day like this, that of course if he was female. "T-Th-anks..." he stuttered/choked out with the lump in his throat. He looked over at the male, did he hear what she said...? he asked himself his stomach twisting.

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[azhefa.]

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Ａｉｙａｎａ--Ｂｌａｃｋ
ana ✘ twenty-three years ✘ lone tiger lobizón ✘ form; tiger, human ✘ location; park
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The tigress puts her bag and purse on the ground beside her as she tries to aid the hurt vampire, but the other Lobizón's snort
draws her attention instead. Ana looks over to Mateo with a rather proud lift of her head, "I was born to heal, not to fight, even
my tigress agrees, she refuses to harm an innocent creature unless for food." Her eyes turn to slits for a second before returning
to their normal circles, her tigress poking through to show her agreement. Aiyana shrugs her shoulders as she turns back towards
Jaevin, "I was taught to be kind and help the weak and injured. In my family, females are taught kindness and healing while males
are taught courage and strength in battle." She glances over to Mateo with a grin, "You're not the first, nor will you be the last,
to say I'm not a true Lobizón." Ana looks back to Jaevin and notices how he grips his right arm with his left hand as if it was hurt.
She leans forward and catches a glimpse of the burns on his arm, making her wince a little, "Those look pretty bad, I think I still
have that lotion..."

The tigress mumbles to herself a little as she digs around in her large purse, tossing a few small objects that look like miniature
lotion bottles onto the grass. She puts her bag down and picks up the bottles, sniffing the contents of each one before putting
all but one back in her large purse. Ana turns back to Jaevin and uses her supernatural strength to firmly, yet gently, hold down
his injured arm, careful to not touch any of the burns. She catches Jaevin's eye and speaks sternly, a strange power in her voice,
"This will only hurt for a second, don't bite me." Without waiting for him to respond, Aiyana quickly pours the burn lotion onto
his arm and spreads it around as quickly and gently as she could. The lotion had been mixed for her by a witch friend since she is
prone to bad sunburns thanks to her creamy pale skin, the lotion was charmed to heal only moments after it's applied.

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Ｌａｒｏｕｋａ--Ｒｙｌｅ
dae ✘ twenty-six years ✘ self-proclaimed alpha werewolf ✘ form; wolf, human ✘ location; x
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{open I guess}

[ZeTardis]

I have Andrew and Raven open if anyone needs someone to interact with)

[G.L'S]

Luna Beauvoir

Location: Street
With: Ariel
Feeling: Fuzzy

Luna smiled a bit and made sure to stay in the shorter woman's shadow, so not to inconvenience the other people on the sidewalk. "Ariel's a pretty name too."
Upon hearing that her laughed a bit, shaking off her worry. "Thank goodness, because I'll admit, I'm a bit lazy! It's weird, I've been all over the place but still have not gotten used to the whole extensive walking thing. The tenant didn't give me a number, he just said it's over a great Thai place if that helps," she offered. A dull scent of sweet Pad Thai was reaching her nose so she knew it couldn't be far.

Reagan Michaels

Location: Apartment
With: no one
Feeling: Tired

Reagan finally crawled out onto their balcony and into the sunlight. It was uncharacteristically late for them and it probably was a good thing that it was one of their days off. Feeling a bit cold, they went back inside and grabbed a thick woolen sweater to tug on over their head. Shivering slightly, Reagan pulled out a watering can and dipped it into a small rain bucket they had on the go unbeknownst to the landlords. The place was a grade A dump anyway, they were doing everyone a favour with the beautification via plants.
Soaking the poor dried pots, Reagan stroked the leaves of the sunflower and coaxed it up by another inch. They pulled out a tape measure and marked the growth. "Eight inches, not bad. You'll be blooming in no time!"
With a stretch, Reagan stood up and made their way out and down towards the street. The fridge was empty and they were hungry.

[. nash .]

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Bʀᴏɢᴀɴ Mᴀsᴛɪғ ▬▬▬▬▬
↳ ( Twenty five | Werewolf | Tagged ;; Kana

Brogan, when in a pack, never had a very territorial pack. They were in a large area, almost impossible to get around and so creatures frequently would have passed on through. He never gave it much thought that some werewolves were very territorial. "It was a smart thing, with the hunters returning again." He said lightly, though he was surprised that the nymph hadn't went with her family. "They were dysfunctional." He said, laughing at different memories that popped into his head. "my mother, my alpha, she had unorthodox ways." He added. "She was just odd, but my mother nevertheless." He furthered but didn't really explain why the alpha was odd. Brogan didn't really like to talk about his old pack, their demise wasn't something he wanted to remember-ever.

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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Aʀɪᴇʟ Lɪᴠɪɴɢsᴛᴏɴ ▬▬▬▬▬
↳ ( Twenty | Angel | Tagged ;; Luna

The angel knew exactly were that place was. Ariel ate at that place a lot; love that place more than any home cooked meal. "Thank you, my father named me that." She said thoughtlessly. She continued on, eyes drifting over at random times to make sure the other was still there. "You have to eat there sometime, Luna." Ariel said. "They have the best Thai food around, and they aren't overly expensive." Ariel commented, turning the corner, already able to see that restaurant a block away. "I go all the time, I'm surprised they haven't learned my name yet." She joked, pushing hair from her eyes.

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↳ ( Twenty four | Lobizón | Tagged ;; Jaevin + Aiyana

Mateo had never heard of that, a lobizón not wanting to fight, rather heal? He, with his whole life, had never even heard of it. His mother, the kindest women she was, refused to even allow that thought to enter his head. Lobizón were fighting creatures, like it was impossible for them to have any compassion for anyone outside of their pride, even if they didn't really have one. This female was just confusing, but he was intrigued by her. He wouldn't say she was any less lobizón as she seemed to think he thought of her, he just honestly thought it was weird; unnatural. "You're not any less Lobizón." He told, shaking his head at the thought. "I've never heard of that. It's odd, but interesting." He told, watching her movements with curiosity. The male tiger had learned from his mother to never say anything even halfheartedly rude to a female; of any species. The male looked at the nightwalker for a few moments. Mateo never had an issue with vampires and so he didn't really have an issue with this one; other than the tone the vampire used on him moments ago. Mateo could tell the vampire seemed nervous, like either one of the tigers were gonna lash at him which wasn't the catch. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you...anymore than already done" He told, tongue darting over his bottom. "What did you put on his arm?" He questioned, glancing between the arm and the tigress.

[angelonia]

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Trevor Bellerose
20 | cen.
vampire
pansexual
tags;; mavis

Trevor pursed his lips. "Siren scales? I'll see what I can do." Trevor had no idea where he would obtain such
an item or what kind of creature would inhabit the river delta. Trevor would certainly try or at least talk with
others but he doubted he wold be able to acquire any through any means besides backwater channels.
Sometimes a voodoo practitioner had some but at a steep price. Trevor's attention was then drawn to the
multitude of jars. How was he going to haul them all home? To say the least, however, he knew what he was
going to do tonight. Yep. Sit alone in his house and taste his past or maybe hunt. His empty hands went back to
twisting the witch's ring around his finger as he watched Mavis fill the jars. "Oh! Your ring. Do you want it back
before or after I exit?" Trevor asked. He was hesitant to take it off inside as he wasn't sure what would happen.
Magic was a tricky and terrifying business that Trevor tried not to get too caught up in but here he was.

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Rhydian Bovet
23
werewolf
bisexual
tags;; amalie

Rhydian smiled at the girl. "No, you're fine. Go ahead." Rhydian appreciated the arts, in fact, his body was
covered in art. "Do you want me to pose," he paused to suck his now mostly melted ice cream from around
the cone. "Or just do whatever?" He took a bite of the waffle cone when he finished speaking. He had never
really been drawn before but he was honored she wanted to sketch him. Maybe I should get another cone...
He thought but a glance back at the ice cream parlor kept him from going back in. The heat of the day
was starting to set in and the small shop was filling back up. at least they got good business.