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PETER

lister@vcn.bc.ca

My boot was crushing the things' throat as I held them there against the slimy brick wall. "I know you can still speak, so do it while I'm being nice." I said, grinning tightly and adjusted my sunglasses, though it was just past midnight. The thing was all horns and fangs, and yes it smelled of brimstone.
"You're not hu-human." The creature growled, knowing I had its' measure. Two broken arms will do that.
"Not true. I am human, just a few thousand years older than most." I said, grinding my boot harder into the demon's bullneck.
"But enough about me, tell me what I want to know or I'll rip it out of your mind." I said, sliding off my shades.
"NO!" The demon cried as he saw my faintly glowing green eyes.

"Good. Now you know who I am, tell me where I can find the one that summoned you and if the girl is still with him." I asked, my voice was quiet as a whisper. "My Master is heading towards the place you call Pacific City, and yes the Witch's Daughter is still with him." The thing stammered out, I nodded and pushed with my foot. Snap. The now lifeless body of the thing crumpled to the ground as I put my foot down. Thankfully the alley behind the bar was deserted, not that anyone would know what to make of a young man dressed all in black, with strangely golden brown hair flowing down past his shoulders.


"Shit." I muttered out loud, realizing that Pacific City was on the other side of the country and it would take at least a week to get there conventionally. No, can't move covertly this time, there was too much at stake and I needed to get there, fast. I grabbed my battered black leather kimono off the ground and wiped off some of the dirt before slipping it on. I grabbed my cellular phone and flipped it open and dialled a long distance number. It rang three times before someone picked it up.

"Hello?" Asked a young girl's voice.
"Hi Evie. It's Peter. Is your Dad home?"

DAEMON WYNROCK

nightshade@sbcglobal.net (David and Lana)

Daemon Wynrok has been a secret for many years raised and trained by a faction of the monster shop he has become a new and favorite weapon for the enemies of Doc Horror and the Nocturnals. Raised with false ideas of Doc being behind both his physical condition and the death of his parents ( both lies of course) Daemon, also known as Hemlock, is more than happy to accept an assignment to infiltrate the Nocturnals by getting close to Eve. He is enrolled as a student at the nightshade school to do just that by getting to know and become close to Eve.
 
As for his appearance and skills....He is of medium height five foot six, with a slim build...a martial artists build. He is a blend of bat and man so he has a look as follows...Long ears that aid him with an accute sense of hearing. His eyes are dark and small...very light sensitiven so he tends to wear sunglasses or blindfolds to protect them. His hair is a dark shade of grey, shoulder length and tends to fall into his face in typical goth-rock fashion. He does have wings but they are seperate from his arms and hands. When not being used for flight they fold in around his body like a cloak or cape of some kind. His face is a blend of bat on the upper half, including fur, that melds into a humans lower jaw area. He does have vamp-like fangs but he does nothing that typical with them...if he is threatened or is making a hit he can bite with them emitting a toxin that leaves his victims listless for a temporary time. He is as an assasin well versed in hand to hand combat as well as his weapons of choice knives and shorter length sword blades. He is also fond of poisons and uses needles laced with poisons in many attacks.... He also posseses a sonar capability which helps him, in the event of combat, to place and keep track of his enemies whereabouts. He comes into the job ready for anything but could not have anticipated Eve and the feelings he would begin to develop for her as well as other members of the Nocturnals who treat him like the person he is not a freak assasin.

WINSTON CLARK

gregor@gregorhutton.com (Gregor Hutton)

Just a kinda simple contest entry, who is a villain.

Winston Clark is an affro-caribbean Briton in his early thirties from Tottenham in the north of London. I guess he wears glasses - purely because i loved the way you paint eyes behind glasses (going right back to Black Terror). Anyway, he is currently the shop manager of The Crimson Costumier, a theatrical prop and fancy dress costume shop in Pacific City. Clark currently runs the shop having, literally, taken it off the hands of the previous owner nine months ago. Suffice to say that the *buy-out* was much helped by Clark's new Crim friends whom he communicates with using a magical mirror secreted in the back of the shop (Fane?). Clark of course has the potential to place Crim beasts in the many costumes that he hires out to the city's best dressed partygoers...

Clark also has dealings with some local gangs and has many connections to 'Yardies' - West Indian gangsters - back in London. It should be noted that Clark is no fool and has a friendly disarming demeanor and the best prices in town.

I have this idea that in the shop he is often seen in a sweeping blue kaftan covered in wild golden symbols. When he wears suits they are sharp stylish affairs.

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