AngelofDeath
Devious
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"Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright."
Nikolas, or Nik for short snorted as he changed the channel from the black and white version of the Wolfman. It wasn't a bad movie, but when you were a werecreature you tended to be more critical of the films and whatever particular mythos they were following. if you were not born a shifter there was nothing special about the setting, the animal that bit you or even what your birth order was. It was either intentional or bad luck. Or really bad luck in the case of some strains of cat based lycanthrophy. For some reason, and even the few scientist studying lycanthropy didn't know why, the change from human to cat was harder on the body. The end result was that many simply died.
Nik was one of the "lucky" ones. He'd not only survived the attack by the leopard shifter, but also the painful nightmare that had been his body's acceptance of the change.
His channel flipping brought him to the evening news.
"In other news tonight another shifter has been killed. The victim has been tentatively identified as Marie Hunter. The mutilated body was found on the bike trial of Newlan Park, by a park of joggers." Nik turned the tv off and shook his head. That made the second attack this month so far and the 10th overall in the last twelve weeks. The killings had put the shifter community at large on edge, things were already uneasy even 5 years after they had revealed themselves to the humans.
Many had been against such action, claiming that of course the humans would just try and wipe them out, even if they were citizens with rights. That had been overshadowed, by the fact that with advancing technology and medicine, it was inevitable that they would be found out. The thought had been that it would be better to approach humans on their own terms, rather than be found like rats scurrying in the dark corners.
Unfortunately Nik didn't really have time to consider the implications of another shifter being murdered. He needed to get to work. As a favor to a close friend Nik played bartender a few nights a week at one of the more popular shifter bars, Tiger's Claw. During the day he worked at the local youth center downtown, which allowed him to work with many of the at risk shifter teens and kids that didn't have a real support network. A leather jacket later and his 6'4 frame was tucked onto the back of his Hyabusa and headed down to the bar district.
While the Tiger's Claw was a known hot spot for shifters to come and relax, they didn't turn away human patrons. Money was money after all. It was Thursday, so while not packed the place was busy. Nik parked in the back and then headed inside. Nik made for great eye candy with his tall frame, muscles, good looks and long hair, which is why Cherise had asked him to tend bar. Women and even a few men seemed to fall over themselves to order more than normal, when he was behind the bar. Even if he wasn't really fond of being drooled on Nik did dress the part. Tight black jeans with a tight red shirt, the stand colors for TC.
"Hi Nik," Jen, one of the few humans on staff called out as she carried dirty glasses back into the kitchen.
"Hey Jen," Nik stuffed his coat under the bar, pulled his hair back and got ready for a long night.
[OOC: open for one female character PM for details.]
Nikolas, or Nik for short snorted as he changed the channel from the black and white version of the Wolfman. It wasn't a bad movie, but when you were a werecreature you tended to be more critical of the films and whatever particular mythos they were following. if you were not born a shifter there was nothing special about the setting, the animal that bit you or even what your birth order was. It was either intentional or bad luck. Or really bad luck in the case of some strains of cat based lycanthrophy. For some reason, and even the few scientist studying lycanthropy didn't know why, the change from human to cat was harder on the body. The end result was that many simply died.
Nik was one of the "lucky" ones. He'd not only survived the attack by the leopard shifter, but also the painful nightmare that had been his body's acceptance of the change.
His channel flipping brought him to the evening news.
"In other news tonight another shifter has been killed. The victim has been tentatively identified as Marie Hunter. The mutilated body was found on the bike trial of Newlan Park, by a park of joggers." Nik turned the tv off and shook his head. That made the second attack this month so far and the 10th overall in the last twelve weeks. The killings had put the shifter community at large on edge, things were already uneasy even 5 years after they had revealed themselves to the humans.
Many had been against such action, claiming that of course the humans would just try and wipe them out, even if they were citizens with rights. That had been overshadowed, by the fact that with advancing technology and medicine, it was inevitable that they would be found out. The thought had been that it would be better to approach humans on their own terms, rather than be found like rats scurrying in the dark corners.
Unfortunately Nik didn't really have time to consider the implications of another shifter being murdered. He needed to get to work. As a favor to a close friend Nik played bartender a few nights a week at one of the more popular shifter bars, Tiger's Claw. During the day he worked at the local youth center downtown, which allowed him to work with many of the at risk shifter teens and kids that didn't have a real support network. A leather jacket later and his 6'4 frame was tucked onto the back of his Hyabusa and headed down to the bar district.
While the Tiger's Claw was a known hot spot for shifters to come and relax, they didn't turn away human patrons. Money was money after all. It was Thursday, so while not packed the place was busy. Nik parked in the back and then headed inside. Nik made for great eye candy with his tall frame, muscles, good looks and long hair, which is why Cherise had asked him to tend bar. Women and even a few men seemed to fall over themselves to order more than normal, when he was behind the bar. Even if he wasn't really fond of being drooled on Nik did dress the part. Tight black jeans with a tight red shirt, the stand colors for TC.
"Hi Nik," Jen, one of the few humans on staff called out as she carried dirty glasses back into the kitchen.
"Hey Jen," Nik stuffed his coat under the bar, pulled his hair back and got ready for a long night.
[OOC: open for one female character PM for details.]