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Started August 16, 2018 by Deleted user

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The child opened the door, blocking her eyes from view. Arvie undid the holsters to the daggers he had, bunching up his sleeve and pant leg, then grabbing them from his arm and leg. He stood sideways, maintaining his focus on the girl as he headed towards the exit, before a slight exclamation and dull crack came from the employees only area.
Blood seeped from under the door as the boy stepped out. The girl grinned sadistically, her straight black hair bouncing loosely. The boy sneered.

“What the heck?!” Kaitlin tried to keep keep voice down and failed, her fists clenching at her side.

Aleena shouted in surprise and threw her orb. It exploded in shadows

"It's the black-eyed children…" Arvie said. "Don't tell me you haven't heard of them!" He finished, still edging towards the exit. The staff to this poor shop was freaking out. The black-eyed girl noticed. Arvie took advantage of her distraction, thrusting both knives for her belly and throat. She disappeared, reappearing further away. He had his shot at escaping.
But these people.
There was no way he could leave them all alone.
'I'll be fine.' He thinks. 'I always am in the end.' He edges towards the girl, poised.

“Never!” She yelled and shifted into her wolf. Howling, she controlled some shadow and made a barrier

“You can’t take them on, we should just run for gods sake!” Kaitlin called, edging towards the door.

“But the people?!” Aleena said in Kaitlin’s mind

“Forget them, would you rather die?! She asked, cocking her head to one side and raising an eyebrow.

Name: Bastian Adler
Nicknames: Adler, Bastard, etc.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: All kinds of gay
Age: Looks 24, actually several thousand years old
Species: Lonakke (it's an original species)
Backstory: Hails from a strange kingdom several thousand years ahead of its time. Originally discovered around the 1600
's, though when people began to try and steal from it the emperor was forced to sacrifice his only son to the volcano at the center of the kingdom. This caused a ring of mountains to form around the kingdom, sealing it off for thousands of years. The Lonakke were safe until a curse began to sweep through its people, killing most and changing others. Bastian watched the curse drive his own father mad, who drowned him right after he was infected by the curse as well. He was only 15 at the time, though when he awoke he had aged considerably. He began to wander the world with other survivors of the curse, eventually settling down in a nightclub run by the honorary queen of the Lonakke.
Powers: Supernatural strength, cannot be killed by anything unless the weapon used is made of solid gold (can be bruised and cut by other things, they just heal really quickly), able to tell almost instantly whether or not someone is human, can brainwash people/give them amnesia/hypnotize them/drive them temporarily insane
Personality: Suave, a really blunt flirt, not the most sensitive person in the world, a little narcissistic, likes to mess with people, a bit easy to anger, pretty chaotic, a bit of an alcoholic, "life of the party", tends to be funny in the wrong situations, hates to talk about his problems since he's scared it'll make him look "weak," not the best at coping with sadness/anger
Appearance: Lightly tanned skin, pretty buff, on the tall side (about 6'2"), strange gold eyes, slightly messy black hair with blonde highlights that falls a bit in his eyes (something like this https://www.pinterest.com/pin/454371049897093206/), a decent amount of stubble, mostly Japanese-themed tattoo sleeve on his left arm, a few ear piercings, tongue piercing (maybe a few in other places idk), usually wears band t-shirts, ripped jeans, his favorite aviator jacket w/ a few patches, combat boots (or converse, depends), always has something gold on him (usually a ring or thin necklace or something)
Talents: Pretty good at singing, can play the bass and electric guitar, pretty good at dancing (especially…dirty dancing lmao)
Flaws: Refuses to talk about his past even if it would help him, easily gets depressed if he's alone for more than half a day, has a weakness for gold and alcohol, not the best at keeping relationships, bad with emotions, acts tough to cover his insecurities/problems
Hobbies: Playing bass/electric guitar, singing at bars and clubs, dancing (likes to dance for clubs especially), street racing, street fighting
Quote: "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go poledance to Smooth Criminal."
Other: Owns a Camaro, has only had two decent relationships in the past (which he pretty much singlehandedly ruined since he couldn't even tell either of the guys he dated that he loved them), still likes to sabotage one of his ex's relationships, works as a bouncer/bartender/security for a fancy nightclub

Bastian walked in through the door, tired-eyed and hungover as he stepped inside. The café was certainly more relaxed than his usual preferences, the borderline hippie-esque interior a stark contrast to the usual blinding lights of the clubs and bars he usually resided in. He was slightly irritated from a recent breakup as well, so he wasn't starting the morning too well

“Forget them, would you rather die?! She asked, cocking her head to one side and raising an eyebrow.

“I can shadow travel!” She responded and shifted back

“Great, that solves so many problems…” She mutated, inching towards the door.

Bastian, oblivious to the fact that several inhumans were scattered around the café, tiredly ambled to the counter. He ordered a caramel mocha with far too many extra shots, though when he took his drink and turned to find a seat he nearly dropped his cup. "What the…fuck?" he mumbled, squinting in a confused manner at the several inhumans scattered around the cafe

The boy rushed towards Arvie with great spped, his black eyes still on him. Arvie knocked the kid's hands away with the back of his, making an opening, and body checked him into the girl knocking them over. Arvie went for them but they rolled to their feet, on either side of him. They lunged, and he stepped back, twisting behind the girl and attempting to elbow her, but she teleported across the room, next to a tall guy with blonde-black hair

Bastian watched the fight in a sort of dazed autopilot for a minute, though he was snapped out of his faint trance when the girl teleported next to him. "It's fuckin'…too early in the morning. Tell you what, you leave me alone until I'm done with my coffee, and then I'll let you work your…whatever," he said, his voice rough and sleep-deprived as he waved his free hand while he spoke

Kaitlin groaned and flung her arm out, a sharp spear of darkness flinging into the girl in front of the guy with the coffee, “I say we all make a run for it.” She called out.

Bastian sighed. "Goddamn it, I just wanted coffee," he muttered before chugging the hot liquid all in one go. He paid extra for all the added shots, and he wasn't going to spill it in the middle of a fight. He tossed the empty cup into a nearby trashcan before cracking his knuckles. "Alright, anyone touches me the wrong way and I'm going to start snapping necks."

Arvie charged the girl, who'd been hit by the spear fatally, weaving past the boy's attacks, to pierce her throat and belly with his knife. She teleported behind him, going for the lastattack, before he did it.
Whirling around, he threw his knife up, and emitted a beam of searing, purifying light from his hand. The "girl" collapsed with a screech, her face, to twisted and burnt to recognize.
Whatever she was before, she wasn't human anymore. The boy stood, unfazed by the death of his companion.
Arvie turned to the guy from earlier.
"Bad night, eh?" He asked, barely catching the knife.

Aleena covered all the innocents in the room with a shadow and teleported them outside. She sat down “Rust, can you help?” She muttered. Suddenly she shifted into a rust coloured fox and the fox went crazy, biting and clawing

"Bad night is an understatement, pal," Bastian said with a sigh. "Nice to know there's a bunch of inhumans lying around, though. Don't know what the hell the children of the corn are though, and I'm not going to ask."

The young boy was locked in combat with the fox. Arvie tried to do the thing again, failing miserably twice, before throwing his knife at the boy, catching him mortally in the belly.
"Good idea." Arvie said glancing at him as the boy and fox fought.