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Profiles are always a good idea! Let's see what I can manage.

Here's my own:

Gaia's own- Yasa Mamoru
So, your name is- Yasashiku Mamoru
Huh. You don't look- Seventeen
You're a nice, er- Half cat demon
Usually you act like- A quiet gentleman. Yasa rarely ever loses his temper, and just as frequently spills out his feelings. Caring is in his nature, however, so he'll likely help out anyone in need.
Don't tell me. You use- A yellow-orange two-handed sword.
You grew up- with a remote desert clan. But when he turned sixteen, he left in search of his mother. He soon learned he was very sheltered. The real world turned his perspective into a tomato and threw it out a third story window within the few hours! The half demon weathered it out, though, and made tracks through several different realms. Recently he's discovered he has a half sister and is in charge of a magical sword.
Let me grab the camera- [x]
Closet-bound skeletons- Yasa finds it hard to keep track of time, and has no idea how to use his sword. He's been working on his bluffing skills, though.

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((Ha! Done for tonight. *yawns* Looks like I'll begin tomorrow))

The town was eerily quiet. Most human populations were alive both day and night, but this place was complete silence to the very letter. "Perhaps... it's strict rules?" His voice almost down to a whisper as he gave the abandoned streets another check. He had heard the local guards shouting about a "curfew," but had no clue what the word meant. And asking the residents was out of the question - they scuttled into their homes like beatles outracing the sun. "Perhaps that's the reason," Yasa murmured. "They're prey to night's creatures."
Beside the front door was a window with a wooden block with carvings in it but since it didn't seem too threatening, the half demon took ahold of the door handle and entered.

Yasa flipped carefully back to the beginning of the the tomb, unsure what to do next. He had been taught how to read the writings of his tribe (his cheif-father had made sure of that!), but how to read another culture's language?
He slowly slid to the floor, his cat tail unwinding from around his waist. A habitual look around for anyone hooked a smile from him. Like anyone would be in here this late at night! Even if they were, they would dismiss a boy with a cat tail or ears as a dream.
With a wary confidence of being hidden, he reached up and took off the near-shabby cap that hid his orange cat ears. They flicked at momentary freedom, and he leaned back against the shelf of tombs in low delight. The shape of the sword and sheath barely dug into his back, but reminded him of his reason for being here. "Now, if only finding this strange thing's origins were as easily done."

((to be continued))

Nusquam was bored again, wandering about the country and slaying heroes at random had lost its flare after the first few months. He'd gotten bored of all of his hobbies so easily, except for one. The oldest hobby he had. He supposed it was more of a habit by now, since he had started back at the beginning of his life. But back then, books had been harder to come across and no one ever had time to write in such things, not that many could read in the first place back then. But now things were different, every other person seemed to keep a journal of sorts these days. Not that it was any easier to come across the kind he was after now than it was a few thousand years ago. The kind he was after were harder to find, the kind he was after contained tales about dark creatures. He searched for the journals and records of other faceless. They were nearly extinct now, and he had been brought about just before they began to disappear. He wanted to know what had happened, so he slowly searched out what they had written.
Old houses and tombs sometimes yielded results, but most of the time he ended up at museums or libraries. In fact, he was headed to the one in the town he was in now. It appeared as if it was mainly humans here, as he hadn't seen a demon yet. In fact, the humans seemed rather scared of demons.
He spotted a library just up ahead and opened the door, not particularly caring whether or not it was actually open. It was much bigger then it looked and he could smell the magic about, almost hear it buzzing in the air with his elven ears. Yeah, elves were definitely his favorite species, he loved how many abilities they had.
And then he spotted someone sitting against a book shelf. It looked like a cat demon, and a rather young one at that. This certainly seemed interesting, even if he didn't find what he was after in here.

"House?" Nusquam asked, looking around, "I thought it was a library."
The cat person looked confused. He really didn't blame him though... This place wasn't normal and magic confused people quite often. Nusquam looked about the shelves but didn't see anything particularly interesting to add to his collection. Instead, he grabbed a book at random and opened it, surveying the language. It was written in Common, and thankfully he could read it. It was a book of poetry, how boring. He quickly closed it. He knew better than to stick his nose into a book in a place like this.
"So what's someone like you doing here?" he asked the cat demon.