Yesterday you were just a normal person. Today you feel as though your whole world has been turned upside down. There's only one thing you need to know. The stories you were told as a little child about monsters, nightmares, legends whispered around campfires... they are all true. The legend goes the crusaders summoned an angel. The angel Raziel. Raziel poured his blood into a cup and those who drank from it became half angel, half human. Shadowhunters, also known as Nephilim. As did their children and their children's children. Beings of immense power. Strong enough to restore the balance, protect the world in a war against evil. A war that can never be won. They must always be fought.
ANNOUNCEM ENT
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Meet Tony. A shadowhunter who hates shadowhunters. No, he loathes them. He hates his own kind because when he needed them he most they abandoned him and his family. He's out for revenge so beware.
SHADOWHUNTER
22 Y/O
Male
Bartender
Mundane
Played by Hayana
what doesn't destroy you leaves you broken instead
Post by Tony Argent on Jun 20, 2020 22:47:57 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOX2"]
[attr="class","LYRICSS1"]I've been let loose and now I'm crawling up the wall
[attr="class","LYRICSS2"]Word is I got away and now I must be caught
[attr="class","CONTENT2"]"Hey, could you take out the trash for me? I gotta make a run for the sub. Everything else is done. You just need to lock the doors. Thanks! I owe you!" Tony's coworker called over to the kitchen where Tony was, already in the process of gathering the trash. "Will do." he replied, not bothering to yell back though.
He threw the content of one trash can into the other before taking out the plastic bag and closing it at the top. The backdoor of the bar led into a rather quiet alley. Quiet, dark, and most of the time empty. There were rarely people around without reasons because there was nothing in there anyway - except some trash cans. Blue eyes watched a stray cat sneak its way to the other side, jumping on one trash bin after another before leaping over the stone wall.
However, Tony sometimes caught the rare occasion of a fellow Shadowhunter or a Downworlder passing by while hunting something or just using it as a shortcut. He would keep himself hidden in the shadows though, careful not to attract them, because he wasn't feeling like dealing with them any time soon. He'd rather not deal with them forever.
He strolled over to one of the bigger garbage containers, the one used by the stray cat, unlocked it with his set of keys - as his manager didn't want others to use it so he put a heavy-duty lock on it - and opened the lid. The second he pushed it up something suddenly emerged from the darkness and within a millisecond Tony slammed the lid shut again. He had let go of the bag full of trash the moment a set of miscolored eyes met his.
While trying to keep the container shut so the demon couldn't escape, he struggled with the keys and ultimately dropped them in the hassle. Another forceful slam from the inside and the creature freed itself, sending Tony semi-flying backward. He crashed onto the ground, his hand caught on some glass shards strewn in the dirt. He muttered something under his breath before whipping his head in the direction of the demon in front of him. There wasn't any way he could fight it... he didn't bring his stele with him and he obviously wasn't carrying around a seraph blade anymore. That one was securely tucked away in his closet at home, hidden out of plain sight. The downside of being a mundane: cannot defend yourself against demons if you happen to be able to see them.
This young lady is ready to run the place. Scarlet is a spitfire who knows what she wants and has little to no patience for people who get in her way. After an accident four years ago, she lost most of her hearing but she doesn't let that stop her - she has to prove something to the world and she isn't ready to slow down just yet.
The city was a quiet hum in the background as Scarlet made her way through the streets. The night had gone well even though she was certain that her parabatai would rip her another one because she had decided to go out by herself. It wasn't an official mission but she had seen a conversation in the ops center about a demon nest and one thing led to another, so here she was, crossbow on her back and one blades on each of her sides, a busted lip, fresh scraps and bruises, and a hearing rune that probably needed renewing as the cars didn't sound like cars anymore. At least she had taken all of the demons out, or at least she thought she had, but she wanted to be certain which was why she made her rounds around the block.
Lottie was alerted by the vibration of the sensor in her hand and took a look around - just in time to see a figure being slammed backwards and away from a trash container. That looked painful and she shouldn't stop to observe because the man looked like he needed help, but she still took a moment to study the situation. Was she going to get in trouble for helping a mundane? No, that was her job, even when she revealed herself defending him from a demon it was better than letting a mundie just die. With a sigh, she put two fingers to her mouth to whistle loudly and catch the demon's attention. The tingle of her fingers told her that she had actually whistled as she intended. "HEY!", she yelled for emphasis as she unsheathed one of her blades and quietly whispered its name to activate it.
Now, here's the thing. She knew that she didn't have to bodily put herself between the demon and the guy on the ground. Lottie even had her crossbow with her so there was no reason to jump into a battle headfirst, blades-wielding. The reason she did it anyway was the fact, to put it simply, that she was a goddamn idiot and melee was the first thought that came to mind. She drew the second blade as she used the first to stab in the demons general direction. Another thing was, that she wasn't good at fighting in smaller spaces and the back alley in front of the trash containers? Very small, she couldn't get enough momentum with her arm but that didn't stop her.
"You should run", Lottie advised without looking behind her, hopefully shouting loud enough to actually be heard. She could see that the demon was snarling at her but it fell flat with the rest of the city's white noise as she lunged forward once more and realized that that was a mistake. Her blade did sink into the demon's body but the wound splurged, black ichor spraying her as the demon crumbled. She didn't mean to drop the blade as she turned around but her hands burned. "You alright?" Famous last words, she thought to herself as she fell over, involuntarily joining the man on the ground.
Meet Tony. A shadowhunter who hates shadowhunters. No, he loathes them. He hates his own kind because when he needed them he most they abandoned him and his family. He's out for revenge so beware.
SHADOWHUNTER
22 Y/O
Male
Bartender
Mundane
Played by Hayana
what doesn't destroy you leaves you broken instead
Post by Tony Argent on Jun 26, 2020 20:10:25 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOX2"]
[attr="class","LYRICSS1"]I've been let loose and now I'm crawling up the wall
[attr="class","LYRICSS2"]Word is I got away and now I must be caught
[attr="class","CONTENT2"] Tony cursed under his breath as he scrambled further away from the demon. He scanned the small alley even though he knew it by heart - so he knew there weren’t many escape routes. He could try to get back into the bar but as he took a closer look at the demon in front of him he realized it would be faster. Maybe he should give it a shot anyway. He fumbled around in the dark, his hand searching for those broken pieces of glass he cut himself on. As he found one, he grabbed it and started propping himself up slowly.
But then he heard a loud whistle nearby, catching sight of a dark clothed figure making their way towards him. Oh no… please no, he thought. A very tiny part of him hoped it was just someone passing by, going in the wrong direction, a mere mundane. The other, bigger part of him already guessed it was a Shadowhunter. He could see the Seraph blade come to live, its blade glowing so bright in the darkness. Great, it just got better. How come an already bad day always gets worse? By now he would honestly deal with demon alone rather than dealing with a demon and a Shadowhunter.
“You should run.”
Tony almost snorted in response but he wouldn’t let someone tell him that twice. If he could stay out of Shadowhunter business - which included anything demonic - he would without hesitating, no matter if he was being a coward running away. However, before he even had a chance of getting back onto his feet, the girl attacked, slamming her blades into the demon.
The brunette grimaced as the demon dissolved but not without leaving them with a shower of black, nasty ichor. He managed to shield his face with his arm, nevertheless, stray droplets hit his clothes and burned small holes through the fabric. Tony looked down at the black sweater he was wearing, his lips a thin line, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. Before he could say something his savior dropped down next to him. His eyes widened in surprise. He quickly composed himself as he got up to his feet, though, a faint mask of annoyance still present on his face. Realizing he was still holding the glass shard he threw it aside before glancing at the cut. It wasn’t too bad.
“I’m good.” he answered hastily, hoping she would leave as quickly as she came and not bother him too long. His eyes wandered to where the demon was killed, avoiding her gaze. “Not the first time a stray dog attacked me.” There he went pretending to be a plain mundane. He walked over to the trash container the demon sprang out of, grabbed the plastic bag, and proceeded to finish his initial task of throwing away the garbage.
His eyes landed on the Seraph blade on the ground. He squinted at it and then kicked it with his foot to roll it back into her direction. “You dropped your flashlight.”
This young lady is ready to run the place. Scarlet is a spitfire who knows what she wants and has little to no patience for people who get in her way. After an accident four years ago, she lost most of her hearing but she doesn't let that stop her - she has to prove something to the world and she isn't ready to slow down just yet.
Balance. One would think that after two years of being a full-fledged shadowhunter, Scarlet had learned how to keep herself upright even when her ear betrayed her but falling over after fast movements happened more often than she wanted to admit and was one of the reasons why she was supposed to have somebody with her. Well, aside from the fact that she didn't hear. She followed him with his eyes, studying his face as she made out the word good in response to her question and pushed herself back to her feet as well so she could look at him better. His voice just mixed with the rest of the background noises as she pushed herself back up to her feet, making sure to follow the man's movements. He turned his face away from her and she tried not to huff too loudly, she hated when people did that.
With one hand, she slipped out her stele and turned her head a little to trace the small rune behind her ear, and there it was. The sounds of the city hit her all at once and Scarlet sucked in a breath as she tried to filter through them. The noises of cars, sirens wailing in the background, chatter from the street a little off, music from the buildings and everything hit at the same time. This was why Lottie hated using the hearing rune, she was better off hearing muffled silence. But at least she could hear his voice now and squinted a bit, as she watched him close the lid of the trashcan. It seemed like he was unaware of what had happened and she wasn't entirely sure if that was good or not.
"Yeah, my... flashlight", Lottie muttered, not sure if it was in amusement or confusion. Was he actually just a very unlucky mundane? If he'd seen that mundane, he had to have some semblance of the sight, right? And he was splattered with ichor, just like her so she wasn't entirely sure if she could just leave him there. She bent down to pick up the blade and held it with the tip down but the hilt still in her hand. Her sensor was quiet, so there shouldn't be anything else in their vicinity but she wanted to be safe rather than sorry. "What are you doin' out here so late?", she asked even when it was kind of... Really obvious, as she literally just watched him toss a trash bag into a container.
Scarlet tilted her head and took a step to the side so he would have to push past her to get out of the alley. Her eyes darted down to the man's hands as she tried to make out how much of him was covered in the ichor and narrowed a bit because they looked slicker than they should. "Is that your blood?" Great, not only had she gone out on her own without permission, she had also managed to find a mundane, spray him with ichor, and somehow rip his hand open.
Meet Tony. A shadowhunter who hates shadowhunters. No, he loathes them. He hates his own kind because when he needed them he most they abandoned him and his family. He's out for revenge so beware.
SHADOWHUNTER
22 Y/O
Male
Bartender
Mundane
Played by Hayana
what doesn't destroy you leaves you broken instead
Post by Tony Argent on Jul 2, 2020 22:48:50 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOX2"]
[attr="class","LYRICSS1"]I've been let loose and now I'm crawling up the wall
[attr="class","LYRICSS2"]Word is I got away and now I must be caught
[attr="class","CONTENT2"]A heavy, slightly frustrated sigh escaped his lips. Tony bit his lower lip, dropping his head to his chest and rubbing the back of his neck, before turning around to face her. He lifted his gaze again, cold eyes looking at her as he pointed to the Alto Bar’s backdoor. Duh.“I work there.” he said, wondering if she needed or wanted more explanations. He thought about playing completely dumb, and asking her the same question, even though he knew exactly the reason why a Shadowhunter was out and about at night. He pretended to give her a once over, mentally rolling his eyes at the stereotypical black outfit which was deemed their uniform. "I was just finishing up my shift by taking the trash out when that... dog jumped out of the container. I could ask you the same though, but I won't, because it's none of my business." he told her, followed by a nonchalant shrug. And he wasn't interested in knowing what she was doing anyway.
When she asked if it was his blood he lowered his head and looked at his hand. He almost forgot about it. “Yeah… it’s just a scratch. Nothing really. Fell on some glass shards earlier.” he replied to her question, clenching and unclenching it as he inspected it further. Tony let out a soft wince, holding up his palm and rubbing both sides of his injured hand to get some of the blood and dirt off.
It was at that moment he realized he accidentally rubbed off some of the make-up covering up the permanent runes on his skin. The voyance rune peeked through the skin-colored foundation, the lightly faded black of the mark visible. While most of the runes were covered by clothes, those he couldn’t cover needed to be hidden. Unfortunately, glamour was only effective for humans, so a waterproof heavy-duty foundation was the only solution.
Tony quickly covered the rune with his other hand and then crossed his arms over his chest, hiding it away from her view. The touch of his hands on his bare arms was cold and he was lowkey dying to finally get off work and go home. The stench of the demon clung to his clothes, clothes he would need to throw away later anyway, and a shower would be much appreciated now. Or at least change into the set of spare clothes he usually kept at work in case of accidents like spilling a drink over himself or having someone knock it over.
He cleared his throat, his eyebrows partially arched, and nodded in the direction of the door he needed to go to. However, she made sure to block his way. “Look, thanks for helping me with this monstrous stray dog. I like… owe you a drink or two. Grab them whenever you want. But are you going to let me through or what? I still have some work to do you know. A bar doesn't close itself.”
“I’m not gay,” said Raphael. “I’m not straight. I’m not interested.” “Your sexuality is ‘not interested’?” Alec asked curiously. Raphael said, “That’s right.”
