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Werewolves are Endangered? Reboot [Starting soon!]

Ayyyyy.

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Kalinda actually has dark blonde hair. The picture doesn't portray that. She just...doesn't do dark hair.

@Caits

Gotcha. Different hair colors should be expected, considering their vastly different childhood/teenagehood environments.

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Ah, sorry! Heh, I thought you were trying to explain something to me. I guess my mind's a bit warbled; I'm tireeed. But yeah, them being twins would be cool, although Daeara has black hair. :o

Hogwarts roleplay?

Lol yo, I totally said 'know me out', didn't I?

Bruhhh, so sleepy.

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Lol yeah, I know. I think I edited in my first post 'He was taken to the demons' dimension when he was first conceived', so even if they were born around the same time, he didn't grow up with her, he grew up in the demon dimension. He left it and came to Earth a few months ago, or so, and doesn't know he has a sister.

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Ah, yes, that's true. Did I write something to contradict that?

Hogwarts roleplay?

I actually don't know if I'm HERE here, but I'm half-here. My mind is currently debating on whether or not it should know me out.

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He was ready.

Crow looked at his garb; the same clothing he wore back in the Demon Realm...enchanted by his family's personal enchantress, it was a slim, lean black cloak that draped over his entire form, leaving everything to the imagination. It wasn't flashy, like what he noted on every outfit of the 'superheroes' of this world. No...it was shadowy, dark...it was him. The only thing that could be considered symbolic was the mottled silver zipper that ran down the front, but only a small piece was unzipped, at the bottom, exposing nothing but dark boots. There was also a mottled silver clasp at the top front, in the shape of a demonic crow with glowing crimson eyes - but that was for another reason. All-in-all, it was his battle garb...the outfit he was the most comfortable in. Before Daeara, after all...he was 'Crow'. In a flash of black, shadowy feathers, Noire was perched on the cloaked man's shoulder...and, once more, in shadowy, disappearing feathers, they disappeared from the condo.

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Crow stood blatantly in the air, above the wreckage of the school, Noire flying in warning circles above his head. The dark, cloaked being's arms were passively to the side, even as the half-demon's crimson eyes wandered about, hidden within the shadows of his hood. This was the school...before escaping the demon dimension, he had been told by Trigon, that he should look into the happenings of this destroyed school. While he wasn't happy about following orders, he was privy to the information that whomever did this was incredibly powerful...

That interested him.

Hogwarts roleplay?

I'm here B)

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"Earth..."

The dark, emotionless, yet young voice came from a man in his early twenties, staring out into the city from the large, high-classed flat that rested on a hill that overshadowed the city. The man had pale skin that seemed almost inhuman, along with dark, crimson eyes that held a powerful, subtle glow. His hair was still wet from a shower, the feathery naturally smoothing backwards down his neck. His face was young and handsome, undeniably so, and his jaws were cleanly shaven from any messy stubble. Due to the distance away from any peeping toms, the man simply wore a pair of jeans and sneakers, not bothering with a shirt due to the fact that he was just starting to get dressed for his business in town. This showed his physique - lean, with sinewy, hard, and compact muscles, lacking the thick bulkiness of bodybuilders...a build more for someone that practiced a sharp, concise exercising regiment.

"CAW!"

The disembodied, demonic sounding 'caw' forced the young man to slowly turn his gaze ever so slightly upwards. A shadowy, large eagle, it's four glowing crimson eyes wide open, was flying towards him at a blurring pace, each bat of it's wings sending shadowy, demonic energy flitting through the clouds. In it's sharp beak was the bleeding carcass of a deer. "Not on the balcony." Daeara deadpanned, taking a step back as powerful shadow energy blasted from his back, taking the formation of a hand, which proceeded to wrap around the bird and deer - ignoring it's indignant squawk. Meanwhile, a soft, comfortable, dark brown futon formed on the balcony's floor. The shadowy arm and hand gently sat the shadow demon eagle and it's food down on the futon, while Daeara rested his hands in his pockets and stared down at it with crimson, emotionless eyes.

"...."

"...."

"...."

"...."

"...Don't let anyone see you."

With a sigh, Daeara walked back into his home, amongst the victory squawks of Noire - his familiar.