Zverda

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

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Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@Hawlin

YAY! Our Characters can say hiiiiiiiiiii

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@FallenTrinity@Kafka Komedy

I honestly just realized that Aeron and Twonbly are in the same bar as you two >.>

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@VKAllen

I already had intro post plans sooooooooooooooooooooo... otherwise Aeron would have prolly been chilling on a rooftop edit: If there was a building close by that is, if not she'd probably just be like "Well I miss all the fun things"

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Sebastian brought Twombly straight to Aeron's room as the female had yet to leave, she was too busy planning how she was going to get back at Twombly for making her wait. "We are here Ma'am," the Tiger called, shoving Twombly forward before closing the door as he left. He knew better than to stick around if Aeron was having one of her fits. She hated waiting and the longer she was usually forced to wait, the angrier she got, which would explain why Sebastian had essentially sped through the dome and ran multiple red lights to get the Maned Wolf to his destination.

"You. Are. Late," the female Jackal bit out, her eyes narrowed and her long ears pinned back, "By an hour to be exact... you better have a good reason for being late or I'm going to hang you upside down from the ceiling using nothing but fishing line." At this point, she was sitting up in bed with her Shari still draped over her shoulder, running the hanging fabric between her fingers. While she usually wasn't a mean person she could be rather cruel should the situation called for it, though she really didn't want to hurt him. Maybe just scare him a little.

As she waited for his response, she shifted around on the bed for a moment before simply sliding off and walking up to him. While she was a clear eleven inches shorter than the male, not counting her ears, she was still a rather imposing figure and never let anyone forget that she was a rather tough customer. Once she was close enough to him, she placed a small hand on his chest for a moment before simply fisting the fabric and yanking him down to her height, forcing him to look her in the eyes. "You don't ask someone out on a date, and then never show up to pick them up like you promise Tommy-boy," she pouted, "Its not very nice of you... did you really want to hurt my feelings?"

The lanky maned wolf whimpered slightly, knowing he'd done wrong by not paying attention to the time. Thankfully, he did have a reason for becoming so abscent-minded; he only hoped the reason was good enough for one of the dome's more prominent mob-bosses to forgive him of such a major transgression as nearly standing her up on a date where the two of them could relax and just be themselves.

Carefully, he pulled a small box from his pocket and got down on one knee. "I was up all night trying to think of what to get you for this little occassion." After a tense pause, he opened the box, revealing a large collection of throwing knives, each one with an brightly colored, neatly rolled-up, expertly inscribed ribbon attached to them.

"For the woman who needs to be prepared for everything." He said, closing the box and pulling her down to his level for a pre-date kiss. "So about that date, still have the time to take that offer?"

Aeron's ears flicked up for a moment when he kissed her, then one ear went down when he pulled back. "Well then..." she murmured, "I guess I can forgive you this one transgression, just make an alarm next time so you aren't late... you know I hate that. Anyway, yes.... we can still have time for that date." She offered the male a small smile before throwing her arms around him in a hug, clearly pleased with the knives he had given to her.

"Next time, please don't give me a mini-heart attack though. So not used to men getting down on one knee in front of me," she stated, gently tapping Twombly on the nose, "So, where are you bringing me? You did plan that at least right? To make up for being late?"

Moving to her feet after being pulled down to his level, she brushed off her knees and placed a hand on her hip. She had left it up for him t plan the first date considering he had been the one to ask her, albeit it was rather sudden and unexpected despite the two having known each other for years. In her mind, for the longest time, he was just the person who supplied her with the weapons that she needed for a reasonable price, and occasionally snagged some of her clothes.

"Well, I figured we'd stop by The Hole for a few drinks, something to eat, maybe find something else to do while there." His last offer was probably a bit much, since it was only their first real date, and entertaining her with the idea of taking a mission to blow off some steam was likely counter-productive towards relaxing.

Since Twombly hadn't taken his car, they were forced to ride in Aeron's, with Sebastian being their reluctant designated-driver as the new couple sat together in the back seats.

"So, what else have you been working on in that basement of your's?" Aeron asked, crossing her legs and leaning against the male as they relaxed in the back seat of the stretched out SUV, "Anything good that I should consider purchasing?" She playfully nudged him, clearly wanting to know if there was anything good that she may want to get her hands on. With the way that he liked to modify weapons, she was always interested in his tinkering.

It was then that she realized she was talking shop, something the two of them weren't supposed to be doing since they were going out. She was so used to only really talking about business with him, or yelling at him for stealing some clothing from her. "Nevermind... not supposed to be talking about work..." she muttered, rubbing her face, "Going to take some getting used to considering that's all we ever talked about unless I was threatening you for stealing my undergarnments... why do you do that?"

"Well, we could talk about your choice of clothes... since that is familiar territory." He replied, nearly ready to answer her previous question before she quickly recanted with a question about why he would take some bits of her clothes and hide them in her next payment to a client. "As for why I kept taking them, I was wondering when you'd upgrade your security system... again." He answered, Aeron could always afford the best and most expensive security and survaillence systems, and knowing she had a repeat-offender of her privacy on payroll was often more than enough incentive for her to upgrade... giving him the easiest access to some of the best technological challenge of breaking and entering possible.

It also made for interesting conversation whenever they'd meet again, often with a funny story on how she thought it had nearly ruined a deal, only to watch as the seller dropped the price in half or something along those lines. Keeping track of the details was always hard when he was too worried about about whether or not his boss would rip his throat out for going too far for the fifth time that month.

As the limo came to a stop at the local Hole, Twombly stepped out, and offered a hand to Aeron so she wouldn't need to expose too much of her legs trying to get up from her comfortable seat... or trip on the running boards of the SUV. It was a bit of an entrance, even though they were extremely past-due and most shutter-bug happy onlookers had left, but their appearance still turned the heads of many as they were waived through by the local bouncer, as Sebastian gave the crowd a dissapproving stare.

While she was known well enough, Aeron didn't really show her face unless she absolutely had to, mainly because she was a little too wrried about the fact that she would need to fight people off. Some didn't take too kindly to her methods, though it wasn't really something they had a say in as long as she got the job done.

Holding onto Twombly's hand, she remained close to the male as she offered a smile to those who looked at her, even offered a few waves to those who waved at her. "I'm a little surprised that you decided to bring me here," she said with a smile still in place, "I would have thought you would want to keep me to yourself at this point."

It was clear that she was teasing him, mainly because her tone was rather playful towards the end. "Also, to answer your question about my choice of clothing, I like the mobility that I have in it," she replied, "That and for some reason, it just feels normal to me, super comfortable." She used her free hand to smooth out the front of her skirt, not at all bothered by the fact that she was showing much more leg than most would think was acceptable.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

I am also gonna move things along soon.

@VKAllen

Oki Doki, DATE NIGHT! *rolls around*

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@Foster BRING ON THE.... stuff?

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

𝔄𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔫 𝔎𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔩

I'm Playing

At the present time, Aeron was relaxing in a rather large tub as she waited for Twombly to show up, though he was already rather late and trying her patience... again. He's lucky I don't have him hung from his ankles with fishing line, she thought to herself as she ran a wash cloth over her right arm, The fact that he thinks he can show up whenever he wants rather than the time we scheduled... he's such a pain in the ass. Letting out a low growl, Aeron dropped the washcloth into the water and stood up after rinsing herself off with a large pitcher of warm water she had set aside.

"Sebastian get in here right now!" she called, wrapping a towel around her slim figure, stepping out of the tub, "SEBASTIAN!" Violet eyes narrowed as she heard the tell-tale sound of a certain tiger's rather hurried footsteps, followed by his appearance in the bathroom doorway. It was clear by his Boss's expression that she was not at all pleased by Twombly's tardiness, she hated when people were late and/or wasted her time.

"Um... Ma'am?" Sebastian questioned, averting his eyes as Aeron brushed by him and into her room, "Did you want me to go grab Twombly and drag him from whatever it is he is doing? It wouldn't be the first time I had to do this." As the male waited for her response, he watched the female Jackal open one of the drawers of her dresser and pull out a couple pieces of clothing. He could never understand why his boss had such a strange taste in clothing, but he knew better than to question her, or watch her as she dropped her towel to get dressed. Turning his back rather abruptly, her kept his eyes trained forward and his back to the female who was currently getting dressed.

"Yes, I would like you to go and drag him here so I can punch him a few times myself," she growled, securing her skirt into place as she knotted the front, "He knows I hate it when he is late, I swear he just does this to piss me off... Gods be damned." Grabbing her Shari, she draped it over her shoulders and patted Sebastian on the back, her small hand firm as she pushed the male forward so he knew she wanted him to head out now. "Make sure you tell him to hurry his ass up, the sooner you bring him here, the less likely I am to punch him in the face."

"Yes Ma'am," he replied before he left the room with one final shove. The moment he was out, Aeron let out a sigh and flopped back on her bed, a low groan of annoyance escaping her, "He better have a good reason for being late, and it better not have anything to do with trying to flirt himself a good deal on something. He better not be flirting with anyone." At the very thought, she made a face and rolled onto her side, her tail slapping the bed in annoyance the more she thought about why he would be as late as he was.

In an attempt to keep herself calm, she pulled her phone out and began to mindlessly play games on the thing, occasionally stopping to check to see if she had any texts from her arms dealer. When she saw nothing, she'd let out a low growl and go back to her game, her mood turning violent with every passing minute. Eventually, she had to put the thing down as she felt the urge to throw it against the wall the longer she had to wait. She even went so far as to plan out exactly what she would do with him after hanging him upside down, though even she knew she wouldn't hurt the male.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Aeron Khalil

Name: Aeron Khalil
Gender: Female
Furry Species: Jackal
Height: 5’2 not counting ears
5’10 counting ears
Weight: 120lbs
Appearance:

Work

’play’

Personality: Fiercely Territorial, Vocal, Lacks a Filter, Loyal, Manipulative
Biography:
Aeron had started off small, took some of her closest friends and essentially formed a gang that would help some of the poorer residents within the Dome. She never wanted money from them, or personal belongings, all she asked for was their loyalty and she promised to continue to protect them the best she could. Over the course of many years however, her little gang grew in size and eventually, she found herself running more of a mob than an average gang.
Despite the change in title however, Aeron never changed how she ran things. As long as people continued to show her loyalty, she continued to protect and be kind, however, if people betrayed her… well that’s a story for another day. As a Jackal, she is fiercely territorial and has no qualms taking care of people who try to encroach on her territory or run any gangs with extreme prejudice.
Due to her work, she’s managed to meet a few people during her growth phase, including John Wolf and Twombly Robertson. She had hired John for a few discrete things she needed to taken care of and Twombly was a rather close friend who dabbled in some not so Kosher sales, sales she took full advantage of.

Inventory:

WKW Wilk

Springfield 1911 A1 .45

Throwing knives

Opal Dagger

Gas Mask
Flash Bangs
Ear Protection
Skinning Knife
Various Torture tools

Other: Mob Boss
Theme:
Liar Liar

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Ylva Titania

Name: Ylva Titania

Gender: Female

Furry Species: Grey Wolf

Age: 27

Height: 6’

Weight: 175lbs

Personality: When not working, Ylva seems relatively sweet and overall just enjoys relaxing and having a good time. With a rather dark sense of humor, she has a tendency of scaring most people off despite her rather frisky nature, especially other women, her only actual female friend is her boss, Aeron. During her jobs, it’s almost like she’s a totally different person. Cold, calculating and ready for anything, Ylva isn’t afraid to get dirty or violent should the need arise (Or even if it doesn’t, she rather enjoys shooting people). She also gets a rather sick sense of enjoyment out of her torture sessions depending on the type of ‘crime’ she is punishing.

Biography: Ylva is one of Aeron’s most loyal and capable underlings. Although her methods may not be the most precise, they nearly always get the job done and the point across in the first try. That point being never to cross Aeron or any of her friends.

Thanks to Aeron, Ylva has met many hired gun and contractors throughout her career as Aeron’s top underling, working many different and dangerous jobs requiring everything from reconnaissance to infiltration. It was on one of these missions that she had met John. A local gang that had started to rise in the more northern section of New Earlton, a section where both Aeron and the Pack had a territorial agreement and any gangs wishing to start business there needed to pay the rightful owners of that area a tax of sorts. Unfortunately, this gang had begun to take over sections of it without agreeing to the terms and as such needed to be handled. Ylva had been sent in to deal with the gang and its leader. Wipe them out. Disrespect will be dealt with accordingly. John, on the other hand, was sent in as more of a liaison for The Pack, hoping to spark a deal with the newer gang and integrate them into their already overwhelming powerhouse. It was at the meeting between the gang and John when Ylva had intervened, killing the gang leader and in that same instance, sparking a shootout between John and herself. The firefight went for a good time before it resulted in hand to hand. John held his own for quite some time and all the while trying to find was to coerce her into a dinner or show but of course business was business and when Ylva had gained the upper hand and went to finish the job, hell had broken loose. The gang had found out and attempted to swarm the two to which a silent agreement had been made. Ylva and John had fought their way out by just the fur on their skin. She had spent her career making a name for herself and had completed that mission by earning the admiration and respect of what some considered ”One of if not the best in the business” She had also gained a certain admiration for the Wolf. John had left her a card of his should she ever want to go on that dinner/show date.

Inventory:

Nina and Sypher (Not shown: They bother have silencers)
Sasha
Bowie Knife
Acog for Sasha
Gas mask
Tear Gas
Nylon Rope ½ inch, 100 feet
C4 and Detonators
Flash Grenades
Lockpicking kit

Other: Trained in mix martial arts, building of explosives, infiltration and various other things thanks to her Boss and her way of life. Is a bit unstable mentally but has a surprisingly strict moral code.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@Zverda
Ah, right! I have seen that profile around.
Luciel would certainly be obliged to have business with such a person. :P

Edit: Probably for doing retaliatory hits or intimidation on small-timers pushing into her territory. 'In the neighborhood' kind of stuff.

@Hawlin

Awesome, I'll add him to her bio then :D