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WARNING: do not post in here if you aren't myself or Tigerlily. This is a private RP. Thank you.

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Spring, 2029

Location, a quiet park in a bustling cityscape. Two unsuspecting people shall meet, and go on an epic adventure, maybe even more.

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Basic rules apply.

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Name: Adalwulf Glenn Hayley
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Shikoku(Japanese Wolf/Dog hybrid)
Appearance: http://s401.photobucket.com/albums/pp95/Cowboy302/?action=view¤t=_c_1227719345639_EE-WOLF.jpg he wears a black buttoned down short-sleeve shirt, untucked, over jeans and under a simple grey trenchcoat.
Abilities: Shadowmancy - Control over shadows. If it has a shadow, he can control it to an extent. A gift from his mother.
Pyrokinesis: flame control, fire magic, call it what you will. This came from his father's side.
Brawling: a very astute fighter, he often picks fights for fun.
Gunslinging: accurate with firearms to a deadly degree, even moreso with revolvers. He's able to plant a bullet dead center whereever he wants it, often causing it to travel in unnatural paths.
Weapon:
X2
Measurements: 10 inches long, 3 inches in diameter, with a knot.
Parents: Brandon and Shade Hayley
Siblings: Kasimir and Fritzi Hayley
Background: raised in his family's Palace in a foreign land. He left as soon as he could, to find something he can't quite describe. Some say it's the ultimate fight, others say it's true love. Both may be right.
Other: appears asshole-ish to males, but is gentle, kind and courteous to the opposite sex.

Name: Foria Granell*last name is made up*
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Used to be dragon but now a Samoyed/Great Pyreness
Appearance:
Abilities:
Earth's grave: Calls upon the earth and crushing the opponent by sharp ground crust. It's also second strong earth magic move however; not the strongest.
Earth wall: Basically a ground barrier of a wall.
Fire bomb: Pretty much turn anything into combustible, for example if she chanted fire bomb while you hold a beer. It explodes, however she can't do it to people's body; only objects.
Fire fist: Basically creates a flames out of her fist to increase damage.
Brawling: She likes teasing, mostly around guys. However when she does picks up fights she won't mind teaching them a thing or two.
Weapon: http://www.ffplanet.com/ff8/gunblade-vero.jpg
Measurements: 44 DD size breasts
Parents: No parents.
Siblings: Flora and Drako*ghost*, and Damien*another ghost*
Background: She has no parents but, been taking care of by her older sister Flora a golden female dragon and two older ghosts whom accidentally summon by Flora, Drako*a great dane* and Damien *albatross*. She spends time and time wondering around the city and then goes back to her homeland to stay. Mostly wondering the city causing mayhem.
Other: She's a teaser, there are times she may be alittle flirty but, other times you don't know what the heck she'll be thinking next!

[Park, mid-afternoon]

The so-called Prince Adalwulf of the Bloodwulves Kingdom strolled quietly along the park's pristine walking trail, watching the children at play. At roughly seven feet tall, and 200 pounds, his well muscled form was hidden beneath a black shirt, bluejeans, and a grey trenchcoat. His digitigrade paws were bare, as no one outside his home kingdom made shoes to fit him. Under his untucked shirt and trenchcoat were his weapons, "the stormbringers", a pair of revolvers his father taught him to use, and a standard issue Ka-Bar knife. His father warned him about strolling unknown kingdoms and nations with such a light armament, but the young wolfdog was confident that he was the best combatant out here.

He preferred this town above the others, as it was big and peaceful. It allowed him to hone his skills in combat and killing that much more easily.

He sat down on a bench, and looked to the sky, wondering who would die by his paw tonight.

The bartender shook his head sighing, the bulldog grunted hearing a loud smack which was heard of being knocked down on the floor. "Foria...what did I tell you about not messing with the customers!?" He barked at the half breed.

"Oh shucks, you know it's the only bar out here and y'know better that they come here everyday. It's not my fault that they are flirting me behind my back!" The used to be dragon let a tight smirk obviously treating him like a kid."

Adalwulf got up, and headed for a nearby bar.

"...there I can find a good fight." He muttered to himself, "and maybe someone to ride me tonight."

He stepped into the bar, his naturally commanding presence intimidating some of the drunker patrons, as he sidled up to the barkeeper.

"Lemme get a beer." He said simply, dropping a large-denomonation gold coin on the bar. His father's kingdom used gold coins instead of paper money to display their wealth. It also made their family a popular target for theives and hoodlums when they traveled alone.

Adalwulf looked over to the rather attractive female that he was next to, and smiled.

"Nice hook you got there." He complemented Foria.

"Excuse me?" Foria glared at him but, the bulldog bartender interrupted her by clearing his throat.

"Foria...please don't or I don't have to call Flora again for messing up this bin young ma'am. The bulldog glared taking the gold cold and bowed softly at him knowing he's from a royal family. "And please don't disrespect the royality." He then propped a beer down to his place.

"Royality?" She looked up and down at him, he certainly doesn't look like he's from a high class society in fact he dress completely normal. However, she doesn't like stereo typing but she couldn't believe it. "I don't believe you." Foria crossed her arms like so.

Adalwulf grinned, and showed her his fist. On his ring finger sat a ring showing his family crest. On one side was a wolf skull on a firey background, and on the other was a tiger head, with a tiger-striped background, representing the two families that united to form the Bloodwulves.

"Prince Adalwulf of the Bloodwulves, at your service." He said in a slightly mocking tone, before he drank from his beer.

"Oh prince..." She rolled her eyes sarcastically not liking the very tone of his voice. "Bloody Mary please Walter." tapping a gold coin on the table as well. "But a small cup as you know I don't want to be drunk silly like those other dorks."

"Yes..." The bulldog grunted at her; cleaning her cup and pooring in a Bloody Mary which looked like red as blood and then slide right at her. "There you go miss, now next time please and do it outside you already made four of my chairs destoryed along with the cups."

"Does that mean I have to pay extra for that?" The white dog smiled sheepishly teasing the poor bulldog again.

"Of course you do." The bulldog glared at her making her laugh alittle like a hyena. "Your certainly ain't Soljowl the king of bandits so don't go terrorizing like it's your city."

"That's just a load of bull. A myth silly." Foria giggled taking a little sip from her drank.

Adalwulf grinned, "Soljowl? I do believe my dad fought him once. Bloody fight. Some towns are still struggling to rebuild after the shellings."

He smiled, and drank from his beer again. His mother's genes throughout his body made it damn near impossible for him to get drunk, a great thing for him. He looked over at Foria again, still smiling. He really did like her callousness.

"So, m'lady of the night brawl, what is your name?" he asked, flashing her the somewhat demonic fangs he inherited from his father.

"Really, I thought that's a make believe myth." Foria smiled, although she's still wasn't interested him just yet. However; seeing his sharp demonic like fangs really amuses her. "Foria Grannell. I'm just an orphan of my sister's family with two ghosts, a nephew and a demon."

"Your brother better lay off the drinks, he'd be going overboard with it...you know he doesn't pay his bills." Walter tapped her arm.

"I know. But you do know he'll get a rejections everytime he goes try to flirt every women in town." Foria laughed. "The poor fella can't even remember which girl to call to!"