Fʀᴇɴᴄʜ Qᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀ | accepting!

[ZeTardis]

|Andrew|Demon|Tagged-Carson|Location-Bench|

He smirked a little 'what a strange witch,'He thought.Most witches were either extremely friendly and talkative or grouchy and itching to curse you."Are you new to the quarter??Since I have met most of the necromancers."The demon said lightly.

[Politics]

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・He/They//15-17
・Tags//Aumi
・Location//Café
・Feeling//Observant
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Demon. It was the first word that came into Litost's mind as he glanced over warmly to the girl for the second time. Not getting a whole ton from her physical appearance, the pretty little lad decided to strike up conversation. {Its a pleasure to make your acquaintance, mon cherie. Comment allez-vous?/} The quizzical note in their voice queried the girl. Litost readied their notebook, as if still casually sketching the café.

【Repost!】

[azhefa.]

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rou/rouka ✘ twenty-six years ✘ self-proclaimed alpha werewolf ✘ form; wolf, human ✘ location; cafe
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After a long hot shower, Rouka dries off and goes to her wardrobe to pick out what to wear for the day. She takes a few things out,
laying each of them out on her bed where she swaps around a few pieces before settling on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a
black crop top to show off her flat tanned stomach as well as a loose red plaid shirt that hangs open to give a pop of color. Once she
was dressed, Rouka tugs on her favorite pair of black suede high-heeled ankle boots, they were fairly high yet also rather comfortable.
Going over to her vanity, Rouka does her makeup of some dark eye shadow for a smokey look and matte red lipstick. She thinks about
leaving her hair down, but it was hot outside so she puts it up in a messy bun on top of her head instead.

With one last look in the mirror, Rouka grabs her purse and heads off for the Quarter which just so happens to be located only a few
blocks from her cozy little apartment. Parties were going on all along the French Quarter like all the days before, it was a party area
and Rouka loves it. As she walks down the rather crowded street, many of the locals call out a greeting to the well-known party girl
and Rouka greets each by name. She had been born and raised in the Quarter, growing up only a few blocks from her apartment, so
she knows every local native by name and every inch of the Quarter by heart. Though she had left two years ago to travel, she was
back and luckily everything she had missed so dearly was still the same. Rouka turns down another street and gives a few local old
men a wave before ducking into her favorite cafe. The she-wolf was a little surprised to find the little shop had grown in the last
two years, but was pleased with the remodel and was happy to see the owners were still the same.

A happy reunion takes place after Rouka asks the rather frightened young man behind the counter if she could talk with the owner.
The older woman hugs Rouka fiercely and the she-wolf hugs her back with equal force. The two chat for a few long minutes before
the owner has to return to her work, but not before getting Rouka a 'welcome back' latte and a slice of cheesecake. Rouka goes to
a table near the back windows where a young woman sat slouched in her seat and her feet on the seat across from her. With just
a look, the young woman grabs up her things and quickly leaves the cafe, opening a table just for Rouka. The she-wolf happily sits
in the now vacant seat and sips her latte as she looks out the windows and into the Quarter. She was finally home.

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[rowlet]

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[nyctomancy]

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witch || speciality; rune magic & potions || appears 21 || homosexual || male || at his home || tags; trevor



"Really? That would be great!" He exclaimed, his tone genuine. The scales were such a pain to obtain, and he just needed one to perform the duplicate enchantment again. At mention of the ring, the brunet paused, thinking over the question. "After," Mavis chuckled. "Wards work both ways. Without that ring, it would trap you inside as well." Something which the witch could say from experience. He'd love messing with his cousin's wards as a child, and had once spent six hours trapped in the basement because of it. Proper enchantment was a pain, really. Usually it came to bite you back in the butt. "Then again, you might as well keep it for now, especially if you might be returning."

repost.

[. nash .]

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↳ ( Twenty five | Werewolf | Tagged ;; Kana

The beta nodded his head in acknowledgment, a smile still placed on his lips. Brogan had always been close to his mother before leaving them behind. He wasn't even really sure of if they were alive; when he left everything was in a disarray and he couldn't turn around to see who was still there and off it was the hunters fault. Brogan focused back in on her. "I lived here when I as younger, moved for a few year out to California and I came back a few years ago." He said, thinking lightly of Cali before shrugging. "How about yourself?' he asked curiously.

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↳ ( Twenty | Angel | Tagged ;; Luna

Ariel hadn't really realized that this place was a great place to eat and a lot of people knew of it. It never crossed her mind until it was actually spoken. "Yeah, I think that's why the food is cheap; the make enough money to cover everything with out even having to have pricey food." She replied honestly. Ariel's eyes lingered on the stuffed food place, her tongue darting over her lip thoughtfully. "Oh I would kill for some of their food right now." she hummed out, her hand finding a place on her stomach and she looked back at Luna and giggled. "I know where I am going for dinner tonight." she chirped out happily.

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

Mateo could see why people would see her as weak. Someone like them not skilled in fighting wasn't a good thing. Being solitary creatures most of the time, if they didn't have the means to protect themselves it was seen as weak. But this girl, as far as he was concerned, was anything but weak. While she might not be physically powerful but being mentally powerful with different knowledge was just as good. "I think it is...nice you know how to heal people." He said, trying to find the right words. If anything happened while it was just Mateo, the person would surely die as the male tiger was only taught to fight. He had no clue other than to call authority to help in some way. "Your family are a very smart bunch." he added quickly, noting the quick changes in her demeanor. Mateo was surprised at how fasted the lotion had work, it was as though the burn hadn't been there, or it had been several months. His eyes traveled to her shoulders, which were angry red obviously from the sun beating on them. Mateo was lucky; the male tiger didn't burn. Even if he did, the red turned quickly into a warm tan. "That is pretty cool," He commented. He shouldn't have been so amused by the lotion, but he was.

So she was new, that was why he hadn't scented her around here. Mateo climbed back onto his feet, not really bothering if any grass or dirt on his jeans; the old pair had seen their day a long time ago so dirt was no real issue. "Welcome to the Quarter, Ana." Mateo hummed out, giving her a smile. "I'm Mateo, call me Mat." He said, his eyes then falling down to the creature of the night. Mateo had no clue who he was. Mateo's golden brown eyes scanned the area when she asked about it, "It's Woldenberg Park, it's a pretty large park here." He said, looking back between Ana and Gabe.

[ℋoney]

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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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Gabe, still laying on the ground, finally helped himself up he starred up at the two Lobizións before him. He wasn't eye level with either of them, they were much older than he was, or so he thought. He listen to the woman state how she got the lotion used to heal his arm, a witch friend... Intresting he thought to himself, he didn't have many friends, or any at all. But it was nice everynow and than to meet some "people" who weren't mortals as most around. As she touched her should his eyes scanned over it, (having to get up on his toes to see) noticing a few red fainted spots here and there, Sunburns he guessed. He listened closely to her this time as she spoke, catching every word she said, Aiyana he repeated to himself. He didn't really every hear of anyone named Aiyana, it was the first he heard of it. He turned to the male as he spoke, his name was Mateo, kinda exotic, it was a cool name. He was about to speak before Aiyana spoke but dicided to introduce himself after her question was awnsered. "We should probably get out of the public area, or atleast sit down on a bench or something... Ana's shoulders getting red, and people are sorta kinda watching, giving us strang stares" he spoke quickly sorta butting into the small conversation the two Lobizións had while eying a man in the corner of his eye who seemed to be watching them closely.

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Could James interact with Larouka?))

[ZeTardis]

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

"Cali is a nice place." She said giving him a small smile."I lived in France until I was six years old then my dad decided we should move here.My mother always said it was the worst choice he ever made,but I think it was one of the best."She said thinking of her years in France.

[Legendary TrashCan]

Aumi Chezk

||Species~Demon
||Age~Appears 18
||Mood~Decent
||The Cafe
||Tags~Litost

The young demon turned to them her long hair gave her face a shallow look, and she shook her head "Sorry I don't speak French" The girls voice was cold and empty she didn't sound apologetic, human culture made her a robot to these words. The girl turned away soon after and she sipped more of her drink and closed her eyes.

[Legendary TrashCan]

Carson

||Species~Demon
||Age~ 19
||Mood~Decent
||The street
||Tags~Andrew

The girls eyes darkened "Do you want to get us killed because I can handle that job my self" the girl snapped this threat quietly. Carson then moved some of her dark hair from her pale face, if she wasnt a necromancer she could be one of the dead herself. "Ive lived here a while, you" The girl acted as if she didnt just threaten to kill a demon.