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The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

@Forgiveness @Pirouette

Shiloh nodded along with the alchemist as he detailed his train of thought, listening keenly to each and every word that came out of his mouth. He wanted to get some sort of insight on him now, in the event that he really was a supernatural hunting merc. Better to start figuring things out now than never. "Mm. That makes sense," he agreed, turning back to face the man with a slight grin, "Guess we'll just have to wait and see what kind of hell beasts we smoke out, eh?"

He observed him curiously as he proceeded to introduce himself. Not a bounty hunter, then? Or was he just putting a different name to the same job? Whatever it was, he still didn't like the sound of it. An alchemist... knowledgeable about the supernatural. He had to have hunted something supernatural at one time or the other — everyone he'd seen who'd introduced themselves like that definitely had. Who knew exactly what the hell he was using those potions and runes for. He returned the handshake firmly, the friendly smile from before sliding back onto his face. "Pleased to meet you, Flynt. The folks around these parts know me as Shiloh. You know how things are, with the winter and all — I usually take jobs here and there. Try to help out where I can."

The Sheriff entered the building. The demon looked towards him with mild interest, black eyes following him as he made his way to his desk. He took a few steps into the building himself, standing just slightly beyond the doorframe as he explained more to them about the job. Shiloh grimaced a little as he realized the Undertaker was waiting for them in the vicinity of the church. God damn it — all he could do was hope that he wouldn't try to lead them inside the building when they got there. It wasn't that he'd be vaporized as soon as he set foot inside the building, it was more so that it'd cause him immense discomfort if he stayed there for too long. Possibly pain, especially if they happened to have too many holy objects lying around. He'd felt like shit for a week after the last time he was inside one of the things. "I'll be sure to avoid the smoke, Sheriff," he said, looking towards Flynt, "Shall we go? I'd hate to keep the man waiting."

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@Forgiveness

A feeling of mild unease descended over the man as Flynt casually mentioned his “extensive knowledge of the supernatural”. If he was one of the mercenaries roaming the state, he certainly didn’t look the part — still, he could never be too wary when it came to wandering folk like him. At least he had the reassurance that he probably wasn’t a demon hunter; any demon hunter worth their salt would never be so nonchalant with someone they’d just met, after all, human or not. They were well aware of the fact that demons had multiple forms, and were more than capable of possessing people. Anyone could be one in disguise. Despite his reservations, Shiloh returned the alchemist’s warm smile, the expression switching onto his face with ease. He searched his face for any indication of doubt, suspicion, distrust — but all he found was the same unyielding friendliness. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a probable bounty hunter as cheery as him before.

“Are you here to do the same — sir?” Shiloh stared at him for a moment, slight amusement crossing his features as he realized what the reason was behind the sudden "sir”. So, he recognized the sword. That he hadn’t expected someone like him to know.

The demon shrugged a little at his actual question, a slight chuckle escaping him. "Honestly, I don’t know what else I’d be here for. Most of what the Sheriff posts up aren’t exactly quality jobs.”

He paused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Tell me — do you really think something supernatural dug them up? I'd imagine a large group of human grave robbers could've done the same thing.” He motioned towards the end of town, in the direction of the graveyard.

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@Pirouette @Forgiveness

The sting of the bitter winter air had awoken Shiloh that morning with a jolt.

The draft - it must've been the draft. From the crack in the wall. The demon emerged from underneath a layer of heavy blanket, eyeing up the panel off wood underneath the window across from him accusingly. Damn it. He knew his decision to put off patching up the thing would come back to bite him in the ass; just because he was more resistant to the cold than a human didn't mean he'd necessarily be comfortable in below zero temperatures, as he'd found out the hard way on multiple occasions.

Shiloh hastily pulled on his vest over the rumpled dress shirt he'd already been wearing in some sort of effort to shield himself from the elements, clambering out of bed. Sleeping at all last night had probably been a mistake, he didn't even actually need it at all - that was a human thing, after all. He guessed it could've been described as a bad habit, something he had trouble shaking off. Although he couldn't really blame himself too much for doing it this time. It was a tough job he'd finished yesterday. Still somewhat groggy, Shiloh rolled up his sleeves and changed the bandages wrapped around his right arm before finishing dressing himself and grabbing his usual array of weapons from the bedside table. It was morning again; that meant it was time for his daily visit to the saloon. He was still injured, yes, but it really couldn't have mattered to him less unless it was debilitating. He could still move all four his limbs, and nothing felt broken - in other words, it was good enough for him. Shiloh adjusted his coat around his shoulders before walking out the door, and towards the main street of Wichita.

The house the demon owned was on the outskirts of town, on the same side of the street as the saloon and the opposite side of the church. The church he avoided for obvious reasons - the saloon he kept close for both its supply of alcohol and idle gossip, not to mention clients for his mercenary business. He knew the place inside and out; so it was only natural that he noticed the tension in the room as he entered, although it dissipated so quickly he almost thought he'd imagined it. The stranger leaving the building briefly caught his attention, dual toned eyes looking rather jarring in combination with the brightly coloured hair. He turned, observing him curiously for a moment. Unusual. He'd have to keep that one in mind. Shiloh eventually turned away from the mysterious man and ordered his usual dose of whiskey from the bartender. This time, however, he poured it straight into a flask; he'd save it for later.

He walked over to the board hung up on the far wall, where jobs were posted infrequently. He'd occasionally pick something up here - occasionally being the key word. But he supposed he'd give it a chance today; he needed something less high speed and dangerous, for once, at least until he healed up and everything was back in order. He smoothed out a few of the papers on the board, pausing as he noticed one that looked like it'd only recently been hung up. Something about grave robbers… He casually ripped the paper from the wall, ignoring the irritated look the bartender shot him out of the corner of his eye. Shiloh's interest slowly rose as he skimmed over the rest of the text - the job had been proposed by the town undertaker himself. Now that was interesting. he'd heard his fair share of rumours about the man, like everyone else in town had, but the difference with him was that he'd never managed to catch a glimpse of him or the supposed undead child that followed him around before.

He pocketed the paper and headed back outside onto the street. Shiloh narrowed his eyes as he neared the Sheriff's office, instantly recognizing the man calling out in the doorway as he noticed the colour of his hair. "Are you here to assist the Undertaker as well?" he questioned, going out on a limb as he stopped some distance away from the alchemist.

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@Grec Is there a map for the actual layout of Wichita as well, or?

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@Pirouette Do you have room for one more? :0

What Are You Listening To?

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

Shiloh

Name / alias: Shiloh
Species: Demon
Gender: Male
Age: At least 500+, mentally in his 30s
Faction: None at the moment. Will only work for people he personally has an interest in.

Appearance: Shiloh can transform into many different kinds of animals (birds and mammals mostly), although he only has one human form. In this form he has dark hair, a beige-ish complexion, and black eyes. When he wants a (temporary) new look, he simply finds a new victim to possess and uses them until their body becomes too damaged for him to use any further.

True form

Tentative faceclaim for human form

Personality: ( Curious, immoral, impulsive )
Being a demon, Shiloh has no conscience, empathy or real sense of morality. He can and will pretend to have human emotions and thought processes, as he often tries to blend in with the human population, although these feelings are never genuine no matter how convincing it might seem. He's still perfecting this, however, and will slip up at times, letting his true nature shine through. Having only been in Kansas for a decade, he's still decidedly curious about both his surroundings and the people living there; this is part of his motive for roaming around the state, as he's always eager to learn. Shiloh has little sense of self restraint, throwing caution to the wind and taking himself wherever his impulses tell him to go. Despite his age, he's still younger than many of the other demons in the area and therefore looked down on as something of a rookie. He has a rather dismissive attitude towards this, however, thinking of the others as just being biased against him because of his more recent integration into human society.

Biography: Although Shiloh's been on Earth for at least a hundred years prior to this, the demon really only appeared inside human civilization around the beginning of the Civil War, taking up his human form inside of small towns and experimentally mingling with people. Up until that point, he'd only ever watched human activity from the fringes of civilization before, making deals and causing trouble here and there. He learned quickly; after bouncing around a few places, he took to the city and began creating a persona for himself. But civilian life wasn't enough for him, he craved something more. That was when he set his sights on the Union army, as he just so happened to be in the northern parts of the country. After lying and manipulating his way past a few hurdles, he eventually got himself a job as an officer in the cavalry.

It was there that he really started to understand the nuances of human interaction and how people worked. Here, he had plenty of exposure to people from all walks of life; he used this to his advantage, learning more about the species while making several under the table deals with his coworkers at the same time. Shiloh took off again as soon as the war ended, although he kept his old sabre with him as a sort of memento. He's staying in Wichita, Kansas, and has established himself there as a ruthless mercenary who'll do anything - for a price.

Melee Weapons: A bowie knife and a cavalry sabre
Projectile Weapons: A single revolver
Skills/Abilities:

- Typical demonic abilites: possession, shapeshifting between forms, accelerated healing.
- The type of magic he uses is pyrokinesis! He can start and extinguish fires by himself, although he has to be touching the target for it to work (or he can ignite a flame in his own hands). He can't be burned by flames. He has supernatural strength as well, although it's limited outside of his true form.
- One of his passive powers allows him to subtly manipulate the weak minded into trusting him. If they become aware of this, however, the effect is broken. Another passive power is his ability to remain warm and spike up his body temperature while in the cold.
- Like most demons, Shiloh can make deals with humans - usually, for a steep price. He can grant just about any wish they want (albeit a twisted version of it), although being an average demon, he has limits. He can't bring the dead back to life, for example.
- The sabre he carries is mostly for show nowadays, but he can still make use of it if necessary. He also received training for all his other current weapons during his time in the Union army.

Other:

- His current alias, Shiloh, was borrowed from one of his victims; very few people know his real name, as he's only used it prior to his time on Earth. Despite popular belief, saying it out loud won't summon him, but it will draw him to you.
- Shiloh will follow humans he finds interesting for extended periods of time, sometimes offering them help free of any apparent price. What happens next depends entirely on how much of a liking he's taken to the individual.

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