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Name: Erol North Age: 132 Appearance: Eyes: white Hair: silver Build: creamy white skin tone and a slightly smaller frame with a a little above average height height Personality: He has a standoffish attitude in general and looks upon other species as a curiosity. Keeps to himself despite his family's natural urge to move in a group. He actually has a somewhat shy personality but tries to hide it behind an indifferent mask. Bio: Erol, apologies for lack of ingenuity, is a shark species merman. Not really imagining he would ever get close enough to quench his curiosities, he watches from afar most of the time. He collects things he comes across in the shallows and random nook and crannies in the depths. ------------------post-------------------------- Light glistened through the water as it swayed, a light breeze ruffling the top of it. Erol enjoyed thsee moments. They made it easy to stay afloat without fear of approaching danger. Breaking through the surface of the water, the merman threw his head back to swing his hair away from his face. Clear of any stray strands, Erol mad his way up the small stream that led to the ocean. This stream was pleasant as it was deep toward the middle and had a gentle flow. Of course gentle to a man of the waters was much rougher to a man of the lands. He was on a hunt on this sunny day. He had come across a strange object at the mouth of the stream and he hoped he could find something more interesting.

Durrin Hanfil, 27 Wolf tribe Prince, only heir to throne Durrin has a smug haughty behavior. He rather not deal with troublesome issues. If you strike his attention, he will mark you as his. He is a man used to getting what he wants when he wants it. --------------------post--------------------------------- The day was as any other before. The kingdom was a whirl of activity. Though, today, they were lively for a new reason. The war that strained their kingdom and made their lives rough had come to an end. A treaty for peace between them and the kingdom of the kitsunes was being enacted started that day. A betrothal united the kingdoms had been announced and they await the arrival of the royal family from the Kitsunes. Durrin was slow to wake, lazy in his mannerisms. He woke the other in his bed and shooed them out before he stood and stretched. He had a long week ahead of him. His father wanted him to entertain the prince from the other kingdom and them escort him back to his kingdom. Then he was to marry the kitsune. The worst part was his father requested he play faithful and fair. The prince sighed as he dressed in the ivory and blood red robes of the royal family. His tail swished side to side and his ears twitched. He didn't know what was expected of him by this other prince, but he planned on playing the part only as long as he had to. Once the knot was tied, he could be however he pleased. He smirked at the thought and ran a hand through his hair. This was going to be fun.

Name: Tsorin Delour Age: 24 Appearance: Eyes: coal black Hair: black Build: olive skin tone and average height Personality: Crude. Professionalism when needed. Jealous. Dominating. Willing to blackmail to get what he wants. Bio: Tsorin spent his time bullying the weak to keep himself preoccupied. It's simply what he'd always done. He came from a home where his mother adored him and his father worked hard to spoil him. He lived an easy, if not simple, life growing up. Now, almost finished with college, Tsorin runs a business diligently with utmost professionalism. If only he had some way to pass the time between the long boring meetings. ----------------POST----------------- The day was as any other, full of promise... promise to being another dull day. Tsorin had, once again, needed to go through a meeting and take care of applications for the open position of office assistant at the business he ran. He was one of the youngest bosses in the industry and he held that honor with pride. The downfall? His every waking hour held zero entertainment. Of course, being in school helped some. He was able to enjoy his mornings taking advantage of his current object of bullying. Sure, he had bullied plenty before, but his current target had a thrill rushing through Tsorin's spine. Hinata... he was a dorky looking freshman at the college. One that was especilly fun to bully over the course of the year so far. Tsorin rubbed the back of his head as the image of the mouser hair and dark eyes played across his mind. The black frame from the dork's glasses making his eyes stand out more. Shaking his head, Tsorin tried to clear his mind of thoughts of the freshman. Perhas he wasn't as awake as he thought he was. He tried turning his focus ahead of him as he walked through the hallway toward the caffeteria. He needed to quickly grab something to eat before heading to his business class. He knew they were having a workshop today on the study of stocks. Not like he hears enought about stocks at work. Grumbling, he waved a hand above his head as of to push his thoughts away. "Focus. Tsorin, focus." He stepped in the caffeteria and pulled his wallet free from his pants pocket. "I should make that moron buy me breakfast."