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Hello, Crimson Lust, how may I please you? ... Oh I see. Well if that old drunk told you to call here I should probably fill you in on who to watch out for in this town. Our establishment see's most all types come through here.

The Minotaurs are the top enforcers here, ya the same kinda thing in that labyrinth legend 'cept what most people don't know is that there was more than one of them. Strongest of the strong, they're pretty easy to pick out in a crowd even when they're in human form. Ya that's right everyone I'm about to tell you about can take human form one way or the other. Don't worry about the how, just pay attention. In human form they usually manifest as extremely tall, well muscled people. They tend to trade brains for brawn though which is why you don't really see them move beyond enforcers. They have just as many weaknesses as normal people, but their strength and stamina mean it just takes a lot more to make them stay down.

The next group you're most likely to see, if you've got the money, are the Vampires. They're the purveyors of pleasure in this town and I'm sure you can guess what that means. A grand will get you a night alone with one of these temptresses, and don't worry, the ones you've heard about in the legends are the ones that had control issues. These vixens know a living customer is much better for business. Just don't get them too excited or you'll find yourself a few quarts lower than you started off the day with. They're not as strong as Hollywood's made them out to be, but they're damn fast and their mind powers are fearsome. Because they're technically dead they tend to be hard to kill, and garlic and holy water doesn't work neither. Only way is to bleed them out, its like starvation to them, just faster. Oh right, you can tell them by their pale skin, long fangs, and perfect bodies for when one is turned their bodies take on the most seductive shape for their body type.

The one group you should hope you never see are the Werewolves, cause odds are if one finds you someone wants you dead. Hunted near to extinction in Europe, the survivors fled here. They now practice the art of death as top level hit men for various crime bosses. In human form they usually have messy hair, larger canines, and oddly coloured eyes. They're fairly strong, and even stronger in their true form. High stamina, strong senses, and a killer instinct make them natural born assassins, and they heal real quick, so you've either gotta hurt them faster than they can heal or make 'em dead before they can have a chance to heal. N' the whole silver thing was just invented to make humans feel safer, so forget about that. However, for a wolf you can't put a price on loyalty, so find yourself on the good side of one of them and you've got yourself a real friend. Just watch out for their famous temper and the wolf's vengeance. Wack their employer and five'll get you ten that they're gonna come after you until one of you are lying face down in a gutter.

The last of the big players in town are the Naga, also known as the Lizards. They're cunning and calculating nature combine to produce ruthless businessmen of the underworld. They tend to climb the food chain rather quickly and due to their tendency to be rather hard to kill means that once they work their way up they tend to stay there. While in human form they tend to have thicker calloused skin and a forked tongue. They have no powers of the body but they do have powerful powers of persuasion and the innate ability to read people.

There are a collection of other species out there, succubi, satyrs, werecats, but those are the major players in this city. Now if you haven't s**t your pants yet then come on in and my employer will see if you can do some good for someone. N' maybe while you're here you and I can have a good time...

Lets start off simple, what's yer name?: My name is Fenrius Lycaon. I know a little old worldie but most learn not to give me any grief for it.
Who sent you? Si_Valael
Right, and how many years you seen?: I'm 114
Human or creature of the night? Werewolf, and proud of it.
What are you best at? Assassinations.
What makes you better at it then anyone else? My skills at tracking and infiltration set me apart from the rest. I don't waste much time with guns.
How long you been doin' it? Ever since I had the power to walk and talk.
Tell me a little about yourself I'm the son of the Lycaon assassins, also known as Yin and Yang for their fur colours. They've since gotten out of the game, its not so easy to go on the hunt when you hit 350 years old. But, they taught me everything they had learned over their career. How to move silently, how to use each sense independently to gather information about your surroundings, dozens of ways to kill almost any living thing that might have a price on its head.
Once I was old enough they kicked me out of the house to go make a living. I wound up in Metropolis and it's there that I crossed paths with an exceptionally intelligent Satyr by the name of Tomas Tarquin. The little innovater threw a whole new spin on the drug game, shooting him up the latter in this city with me following him up the whole way. Now this isn't to say this was a one way thing, oh no, several of the barriers in his way were removed by yours truly. Now we're resting somewhere around the middle of the layer cake. We've caught the attention of the Dons, so we're finding out what they say is true, discretion is the better part of valor.
What can they expect when they pat you down? Desert Eagle on my right thigh, and a combat knife at the small of my back. Both the holsters are made of a fabric stretchy enough to accommodate my rather frequent changes in size.
Pissed anyone off recently? A group of minotaurs that were too stupid to know when a girl says no it means no, and too drunk to stop when I told 'em off. Sent one home with a broken arm, one with a broken leg, and the last in a body bag.
Great, now all we need is a mug shot so they know who to expect

You can't really tell from that angle, but I usually dress in a knee length coat with a sturdy pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

And here's my wolf form.



Lets start off simple, what's yer name?: Sarah McClellen
Who sent you?: IamSTRANGE
Right, and how many years you seen?: Only 18
Human or creature of the night?: Human
What are you best at?: 'Hunting'
What makes you better at it than anyone else?: I'm skilled at being absolutely quiet, and blending in with the shadows. When caught in a tight spot I'm skilled at finding anyway of getting out of the situation.
How long you been doin' it?: Since I was six.
Tell me a little about yourself: On my sixth birthday a group of three werewolves broke into my house and tore my mother to pieces, from that point on my father hunted down all of the wolves that might have had anything to do with her death. My father and I spent the next 10 years of my life learning how to kill the damn things, and trying to take down the underworld. Two years ago my father was killed by a pack of wolves while trying to protect me. I have now taken it upon myself to take down all of the un-natural things in this world, in the name of God.
What can they expect when they pat you down?: A couple of pistols, and a collection of knives.
Pissed anyone off recently?: Everyone.
Great, now all we need is a mug shot so they know who to expect:



Lets start off simple, what's yer name?: Naomi Sylvian
Who sent you?: StrangeToTheMax
Right, and how many years you seen?: I was born 52 years ago, but was turned at the tender age of 17
Human or creature of the night?: Vampire
What are you best at?: Adult entertainment
What makes you better at it than anyone else?: Natural feminine whiles and vampire seduction powers
How long you been doin' it?: 30 years
Tell me a little about yourself: I lived a normal life until one night when I was walking home from a friend’s house, and got jumped by a vamp. I spent 5 years trying to figure out what to do with my new life when I found the underground. Now I spend all of my days entertaining those rich enough to afford me.
What can they expect when they pat you down?: Poisoned daggers
Pissed anyone off recently?: Not that she knows of.
Great, now all we need is a mug shot so they know who to expect:
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Lets start off simple, what's yer name?: Feargan Cairns
Who sent you? MacTavishW3
Right, and how many years you seen?: Let's just say that the Battle of Culloden was a lovely 19th birthday party.
Human or creature of the night? Redcap
What are you best at? Killing people
What makes you better at it then anyone else? I'm faster than anyone else in this city (and I'll gladly prove it), I'm proficient with all types of weaponry, I'm ruthless and it's literally how I survive.
How long you been doin' it? Did ye nae hear what I said about Culloden? I've been doin' this job since before your great-great-great-great-great grandparents were nothin' more than a gleam in your great-great-great-great-great-great granddad's eye.
Tell me a little about yourself Well throw out most of what ye've heard about Redcaps, if ye've heard anythin' at all. Well, at least, thow out anythin' ye've heard abou' our appearances. Pointy ears aside, we're no' all as ugly and short as the legends make us out tae be, exhibit A. Basically killin's me life, literally. Ye see this hat on me head, well it weren't red when I first had it. This little devil's go' centuries worth o' blood on 'er and I've got to keep it fresh. Blood gets too dry and well, ye're lookin' at one dead Scotsman. And yes, dispite the fact that I am technically a goblin, I do consider meself a Scot! Well, when ending peoples lives is what prolongs yours you start thinkin' o' ways tae glean some more advantages from it. I found out that a lot of people want a lot of other people dead and are willing to pay out the arse for it tae happen. So I've been making a lovely livin off of it these past few centuries. Trouble was, they were startin' to catch on tae me back home in Scotland, so I outran every cop and agent that was on my tail and now I'm here. So, who do you need dead?
What can they expect when they pat you down? Darlin', what won't they find? I've got two Browning HP pistols with silencers, one on each hip. An Accuracy International AW sniper rifle, usually carried disassembled, for those days where I need to reach out and touch someone. I have a Canadian C8 Carbine with a scope for closer encounters, this one's smal enough to fit under my trenchcoat. I of course have all of the associated ammo stored in various pouches about my person. I also carry a basket-hilt broadsword, a pair of dirks and a skene dhu, and I have been known to carry a claymore on occasion. My final weapons are my steel-toed combat boots, not primary amaments obviously but their good for tight scrapes. Surprisingly, none of this inhibits my speed. Benefits of being supernatural.
Pissed anyone off recently? Nobody of consequence.
Great, now all we need is a mug shot so they know who to expect
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And a red beret on top of all that.

Lets start off simple, what's yer name?: Deirdre Kenina Moran
Who sent you? Anila Of Pellinor
Right, and how many years you seen?: Twenty-three
Human or creature of the night? A necromancer.
What are you best at? Pursuing my own little vendetta.
What makes you better at it then anyone else? I can raise the dead. Ever gone up against an army of soldiers who can't be killed without being chopped into bitty pieces? It ain't easy, as many a person in this city has discovered.
How long you been doin' it? Since the Dons brought my life crashing down around me.
Tell me a little about yourself: You don't need to know anything. But since you asked, and since I plan on killing you and using your body for my own purposes anyways, I'll give you the simplified version.
Necromancy is blood magic- which means that it takes its power from pain. Usually, a wielder will get this from the victim, but it can also come from the caster. And that's why I'm as powerful as I am: I carry a psychological wound so deep that it can feed any number of reanimated corpses. In fact, I haven't found my upward limit. I won't tell you what caused it, but suffice it to say that I'm going to get back at the ones at the top sooner or later- probably sooner. And if I have to murder my way through the city to amass a large enough force, that's fine by me.
What can they expect when they pat you down? Assuming they get close enough to touch me, they'll find two knives sheathed at my waist, one on each hip. On my right, the hilt is ebony set with a moonstone in the pommel, and the blade perfectly straight, slender, and sharp. On my left is an ivory-hilted, onyx-pommeled weapon with a jagged edge. These are ceremonial knives, but they're not limited to one particular use and are perfectly good in day-to-day combat.
Pissed anyone off recently? Quite a few people; I don't keep track of exactly who. There are too many.
Great, now all we need is a mug shot so they know who to expect


Lets start off simple, what's yer name?: Saori Makodo (pronounced “say-yer-ee”)
Who sent you? Stainthedane
Right, and how many years you seen?: 73, through the eyes of a 21 year old.
Human or creature of the night? Werecat
What are you best at? It’s suppose to be entertaining…but I developed a drug habit, and discovered I was perfect for dealing.
What makes you better at it then anyone else? No one expects it from me… they think I’m the least likely person to be into drugs… and if anyone steers me wrong, I’m one bad kitty.
How long you been doin' it? Since I was 21…that’s when I was turned into a Werecat… I didn’t handle the transformation well and needed something to keep the pain and anger away.
Tell me a little about yourself I’m a geisha. “Their purpose is to entertain their customer, be it by dancing, reciting verse, playing musical instruments, or engaging in light conversation. Geisha engagements may include flirting with men and playful innuendos; however, clients know that nothing more can be expected. In a social style that is common in Japan, men are amused by the illusion of that which is never to be.” They don’t want you once you’re older than 21… I feared age… and stumbled upon a customer who could convert me into a werecat. The transformation was unbearable, and owner of the okiya (geisha house) didn’t understand why I was always in so much pain. They put me on morphine to help me go back to work. I became addicted and when the transformation process was finished and they took me off morphine, I started trying other things to get high, and eventually got into dealing. As a human I’m usually fine… but you don’t understand how hard of a living it is…to have so many men want you everyday, and ALWAYS being untouchable. It drives me mad… sometimes I can’t help but transform from all the frustration.
What can they expect when they pat you down? Two fans used for dancing, various drugs (which ever I’m selling that day), my personal stash of heroin, and maybe some sake.
Pissed anyone off recently? Yes, but they’re dead now, no worries.
Great, now all we need is a mug shot so they know who to expect


In werecat form:

Fenrius, once again blending into the groups of people moving about the streets in the rain, spends more than a half hour turning down random streets to ensure that no one was following. Once he was satisfied that no one is on his trail he finds some shelter from the rain in order to check the paper he had been given. Shaking off his coat to releave it of the drops that still clung to it he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the black square. Unfolding it he looks over the list.

"Eerin Saul, human, 43, Baystreet Bakery, 10,000. Philipa Stone, Human, 31, 1524 Jones Ave, 8,000." Fenrius mutters as he reads the list over. While it would seem strange to most anyone that would read it, anyone in Fenrius's trade knew it was a list of hits people had put out. While most of his hits were for his employer, both Tomas and Fenrius had decided early on to allow the wolf to offer his services as a free lancer to increase their profit margin. It was just a matter of which ones wouldn't affect the Satyr's business and which would be worth it.

After reading over the list of six names once, Fenrius pulls out a black book from the back pocket of his pants. Leaning against the wall beside the neon sign in the adjacent window, he flips it open and retrieves the pen attacked along the book's spine. Flipping a few pages in he crosses off a name before moving to a fresh page and starts to copy the list down. The book was his 'bingo book', a list of every hit that he could learn about, each with detailed info not just on the target but who took them out and how if one of them were offed. This allows Fenrius to keep tabs on not just the hits being called out but the other hit men out there just in case he should ever have to go up against them.

Finishing the last entry he clicks his pen closed before replacing the pen, then the book to his pocket, being careful not to expose his thigh holster. Just as his coat falls back into place he can hear the sound of bare feet move from wet pavement to the dry mat to his left. Turning his head slowly he can see the neon sign, registering for the first time that he is once again standing outside the Crimson Lust. Hearing the foot steps stop on the carpet in front of the door Fenrius continues to turn his head. His long, water soaked mane of hair falls across the right of his neck as his amber eyes comes to rest on the girl standing there. He doesn't even have to look into her strangely coloured eyes to know that she is a vampire. The smell of death is all around her though it is well hidden by the alluring perfumes she wears.

"Good evening, mistress of the night. You can thank your 'master' for this" Fenrius holds up the new refolded square of paper for her to see. "I'm sure it will help." It is only after he can see her eyes on the paper that he notices that dried blood still clings to his finger tips from when he had demonstrated his transformation. Without looking rushed he returns it the paper to his pocket.

When Saori returns home she finds several of the lights on in her living room and a small man sitting on her couch. The man has light brown hair, a full goatee and a well made but not obviously expensive suit. The feature that stands out the most, however, are his bright blue eyes. The orbs speak of good humor and above all intelligence. Seeing her reaction to his sudden presence he holds up his hands after rising to his feet.

"Don't worry my dear, I am not here for any savage reason. I mearly wish to speak with you on matters of business. I would have approached you after your performance but you left with someone else with such a look of purpose." Giving her a warm, trust worthy smile he motions for her to sit in the seat across from him before sitting himself back down on the couch. Realizing he has not introduced himself he smiles somewhat abashed. "My apologies, in my rush to get down to business i failed to introduce myself. My name is Tomas Tarquin, at your service."

Once Saori has become a little more comfortable Tomas plows on. "Now, as for the reason I'm here. Unfortunately I must inform you that your, um, supplier shall we say, has suddenly decided to flee town, and has made it very clear he doesn't intend to return. But before he left he informed me of the various people that would go wanting if his place were not filled. As such I would like to offer my services in procuring the various substances you, at say... five... no make it ten percent less than your origional price."