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eh it seems every guild I go to has at least one bar so I think ill make one for this place. Here is the layout. The bar (not exactly sure like where it is yet) is very secluded, and for the most part usually empty. It is in a town where not many people even live there, so why the hell is there a bar? Mainly because the owner like her seclusion, and perfers to be left alone, however she also wants to make some kind of living and a night job is what she needs, the town may be small but the people there are not normal by any means, and its the kind of place you could drive through and never notice. Even the bar on the outside doesnt draw much attention, its battered and worn, the inside is different however. Mostly done in black, the ceiling has painted on it a pitch black sky with few stars, almost looking realistic. The bar itself is to one side, and the main floor laid out in mirrors. Its an odd building but all are welcome. (as always just remember to follow proper rules)

info about the owner
name:Gabrielle
age: she looks around 18, her true age she never gives

description: She is around 5 5 in height, and short black hair cut to her chin and her bangs are blood red and slightly longer than the rest of her hair. Her eyes are dark brown almost black giving her an empty look when anyone looks sat her directly. Both of her ears are completely pierced up and down and on the back of her neck she has a small cross tattoo also on her hip she has one of a skull and crossbones. She usually wears a black tank top with a net shirt over it, her arms having bracelets up them both almost to her elbows most of the studded or with spikes, she also wears a collar. Her pants are baggy but fit around her waist only exposing her tattoo slightly and she wears black boots and an old worn coat a few sizes to big for her.

personality: She is a little cold towards others, preferring to be left alone.She has been a loner for the bigger part of her immortal life and another she is not rude she is very blunt about whats on her mind, making her seem rude in conversation. Also the eyes and the way she looks at people when they talk to her intimidates most. Most dont know what to think of her, she barley talks and she has been known to hunt her own kind, even though some would want to see her dead it is plain when talking to her that is if she will talk, her heart is not in the work. It seems with her she goes through the motions of her undead life but her mind is never completely with her. She has a kind of depressed personality somthing always tormenting her in the back of her mind.

history:She doesnt talk much about her life or how long she has been immortal, some rumors about her insist that during her human life she was a witch and still posesses some of her power. What she told though is that she was in fact turned at a young age and her master was also the cause of her families death, leaving her slightly bitter towards her own kinds. She has been known to hunt vampires occasionally not really taking it as vengance but maybe an outlet for her frustration.

weapons: hand guns and a crossbow
(just because shes a hunter doesnt mean she is hostile towards anyone in her bar, this is just her usual personality, but she is trying to blend in a bit more and so has put her hunting aside)

positions
manger: Gabrielle
waiter/waitress
bouncer
and anything else someone finds important

ooc: k dear thats fine

ic: Gabrielle sits back at the bar, having pulled up a chair earlier she leaned back in a position, a human wouldnt have been able to manage, balancing her chair practically on one leg. Her head was leaned back against the wall, eyes closed as she sighed, such a boring week it had been and so slow. Her eyes opening slowly to show a deep brown color, it was strange the large puppy eyes she seemed to have making her look so innocent, the long scar running down her face suggesting otherwise. It had never been her way to deal well with people, it really was easy to read it in her expression, she seemd so cold.

Her clothes for the night were not really much different from normal, a short black skirt and fishnet stockings, wearing her favorite boots which about reached her knees, and her shirt being a simple black tube top. Knowing fully well how she looked and not caring she leaned over to the counter fiixng herself a drink and sipping at it slowly her gaze moving across the bar.

makers please dear

name: Kurama Zee

age: Looks around 19

description: He is roughly 6 ft tall. His eyes are a red orange-color, and his hair is a dark ocean green. His bangs tend to cover his eyes, shadowing his look to many others. He has 3 scar marks running over his right eye. He is always seen wearing dark leather boots. He wears dark black jeans with weighted dagger sheaths on his thighs. He wears a special black belt with 2 sheaths for his short swords. He wears a black sleeveless shirt. A special black leather belt going across his chest, holding the sheath for the katana on his back (the sheath goes diagonal a little, you'll see why). He wears dark black leather gloves with the finger slots ripped out on his hands. He wears a black cloak around his shoulders, concealing most of his weapons, except for the katana on his back.

personality: After watching his family and friends being killed in front of his eyes, he's grown not to trust anybody he meets. Everyone is considered an ally to the enemy, and he won't hesitate to kill them if they get in his way.

history: Grew up in a clan made for protecting anything good. Parents sensed danger and sent him to train in the wilderness when they sent his sister to Tokyo. He has not seen her for many years. When he came home his parents and the rest of the village was slaughtered before his eyes. He tried his best to protect them but to no avail. He promised himself that at all costs he would protect the last family member he had. He stayed there a few months to prepare, and then left to find his sister. He tends to keep his story to himself, and push people further away from him.

weapons: 4 daggers on each thigh; 2 specially made short swords at his sides, which he mostly prefers to use; a katana on his back

A young man, roughly looking around the age of 19, walks through the bar's door. He takes a few steps, and allows his eyes to adjust to the light difference in the bar. Once they did became adjusted, he to a slow look around the area. It wasn't as full as he was expecting it to be, but a bar was a bar. He resumes his walk to a stool near the actual bar. He sits down, and gazes towards the bartender.

He sighs a little, and brushes a few of the bangs out of his eyes, exposing the scar over his eye slightly. He noticed the slight glow of her eyes, but he paid no head to it. He looks around at the variations of drinks. "Yeah. What would you suggest to drink?" His voice was deep, and sound cold.

He picks up the glass, and looks at it. He notices part of her body being exposed while examining his drink. He sighs and adverts his eyes in disgust. He drinks the entire glass in one swift movement, and sets it down onto the table. "After you've told me your name will you get mine."

He felt as though someone was trying to open his thoughts, and read his mind. He narrows his eyes towards the woman. "I would suggest you not to do that." His gaze stayed upon her, never lifting up. "If anything, you should fix another drink."

He gives her a cold look, moving his hand down to his thigh, and grasping the dagger. He then sends a message to her using the ability he and his sister are known well to do. 'If you don't stop your actions, you'll find out... vampire.' ('..' means thought, just in case you didn't know ^^)