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Name: Jirachi
Age: appears 17 (is really 347)
Human, Demon, or Angel: Demon
Species: Vampire
Instrument played: Bass Guitar
Personality: Dark, Suicidal, Emo
Genre of music(if part of a band): Punk Rock
Appearance: Human Disguise:
Demon Form:

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Jirachi walked through the city, her hood covering her face. She walked to her house and sat in the room after a day of hardship. She grabbed her guitar and laid on her bed, beginning to play a few songs.

Name: Ankira Tzumoto

Age: 18

Human, Demon, or Angel: Human

Species: (if demon or angel)

Instrument played: (If part of a band) Precussion

Personality: (mandatory for how the music will be described and how the bands get grouped together) Usually Rebelious, Dark, and Loud

Genre of music(if part of a band): (Between: Punk, Rock, Metal...It can be a mix...) Punk, Hardcore, Hard Rock, Metal

Appearance: (can show both sides if you're a demon or angel).Ankira.

Ankira slid in her truck slamming the door and putting her key in the ignition and roared her truck to life. A man came out of the house and walked quickly towards her truck yelling,
"You're not going to make it without me and you know it!"
"Well see about that s**t bag." She muttered and drove off as the man chased her. She could still hear his distant yelling ringing in her head. 'Last time that happends' She'd just gotten out of a relationship with an abussive and cheating man, so she was ready to start anew. 'No longer will I let some d**k try to dictate my life and destroy my dream.' She flipped him a final bird and turned the corner on her way to Rock Stardom.

Name: Taria a.k.a Beat
Age: 19
Human, Demon, or Angel: Human
Instrument played: Percussion, mostly hand drums
Personality: Kinda insane. Generally easygoing so long as you don't diss drums.
Genre of music(if part of a band): Anything's cool with her. So long as its got a good beat, she's happy.
Appearance: Tall, muscular, dark-skinned. Has golden eyes with violet pupils and black dreadlocks with bits of shiny metal and colourful beads woven in. Wears black fur shirt, brown leather vest and brown leather pants. Always has a big drum under one arm, and a bunch of smaller percussion instruments, including clappers, tambourines and some others, strapped or hung about her.

Ankira pulled up to an apratment complex in the middle of town and parked in the front parking lot.'This better not be some rip off.' Ankira had made arrangements to move in an apartment today, so she hoped it was availiable. She got out and walked in the office. "Yes I'm here to move in to Apartment 54, it is still opened right.?"
"Yes of course, um Mrs.Tzumoto right?"The secretary smiled at her which uneased Ankira.
"Ok Well thank you."
"Mm-Hmm, you may move in if you like.." She handed her the key and waved her off as the phone rang.
Ankira nodded her head and ran out to her truck. She quickly got in all giddy and excited and drove around to building 2B. 'Yes! I can't believe it I'm moving in.' She pulled beside the fourth staircase down and ran up them qucikly to number 54. She unlocked it and entered quietly. 'Just like last week, still perfect and new!. She stood there for a while admiring the beauty of it.

TadaChing-TadaChing-TadaTadaTadaChing

Taria walked the street, drum under her arm and rhythm in her step. She grinned as she thumped her drum, as she swayed and jerked her head to the music, as the little trinkets in her hair rattled and added a pleasant chime to the beat; she grinned at all the poor sods who stared at her, not understanding why she dressed and acted the way she did, not understanding that the beat was in her blood, surging and dancing through every part of her so she was the beat.

It was something few folk really understood, being the beat. The way they stared at her now... hah! The look on their faces was absolutely priceless. You'd have thought she was nuts or something... though maybe she was. Taria didn't really care. She'd trade all of her sanity and more to keep the beat in her blood, the rhythm in her soul. The constant thumping of her heart, the singing in her marrow, the dancing in her veins... all these were proof that she was alive.

Taria came to a park and found a nice grassy corner, then set up her little beat-makers with the ease of long practice, laying them all out on the ground before her. All were in easy reach and she knew the position of every single one of them intimately well. She knew the exact noise they made when she hit them or shook them in whatever manner. She was ready.

BoomTa-BoomBoomTa-BoomBoomTaTa-BoomTa

It started off as a simple beat, one that you barely noticed at first, just quietly working its way round the park. You heard it but you didn't pay attention to it, just one of the many background noises. When it changed though, you noticed that.

BoomBoom ChachaChachaChacha Ka-BadaBing-Ba-Boom

And then the beat really showed its mettle, so you couldn't help but listen to it. A powerful bass pounding akin to thunder, a number of lesser thumpings augmenting and weaving around it. Sharp staccato raps and ripples for punctuation, a touch of metallic jingling and chiming for accent. All wove together to create music both primitive and powerful, almost tribal in its intensity.

It set the blood jumping in your veins, it made your heart thump harder and faster to match its pounding. It made you want to run and leap, cavort and whoop and spin and laugh. Forget dignity. Forget restraint. The point of this music was freedom. Freedom and life and the joy of being as fully alive as you could possibly be with absolutely nothing holding you back, not even yourself. Worries evaporated, fear faded, self-consciousness was a thing of the past. That was the message of this music, Taria's only way to share what she felt every single moment of every single day.

It only intensified when she lived so totally in it like this, palms slapping, fingers swooping, arms whirling in a frenzy of activity with neither thought not conscious plan... she moved like one possessed, like a madwoman, like Chaos incarnate. For her, giving herself up to the beat like this was like going to nirvana. She only wished it could go on forever and ever and ever.