I'm here~ So.... My version of demons are people who look regular, but can control shadows, and have wings made out of black feathers. Angels are just like demons, other than they control light and have wings made out of white feathers. Tadaa. Thar u goe.

So, I think that we should switch it up. In most roleplays, the girl is the angel, and the boy is the demon. In other words, since you volunteered to be the boy, you could be the angel, and I could be the demon. That okay with you?

Yeah. Simple bios. I'll have my bio posted up shortly.

Name: She goes by Fenrir White.

Age: Eighteen.

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality: Fenrir can be described as selfish, and even a bit hostile at times. She's got a sharp tongue on her, and can spit out nasty words faster than you can imagine. She's not a girly-girl, and she's not afraid to admit it. She has a bit of a drinking problem... Once you break through her tough exterior, though, she's a nice girl.

((Setting shall be a random city. I'll start.))

Fenrir sat in the corner of a party that was being held for the modeling agency that she was employed in. They were serving alchoholic drinks without asking for I.D. Well, you know where that led. Fenrir gulped down the last bit of her margarita, a drunk smile upon her face. Most of the people there were humans, but she could tell that there were a few that were inhuman. It wasn't just a party for girl models, but one also for boys.

She watched dreamily as several of the Abercrombie male models walked around on the dancefloor, the DJ blasting some popular song. She stood up, and stumbled but got her footing. She sat down on a red leather chair, and crossed her legs.

((I warned you that Fenrir had a drinking problem.))

Fenrir watched as a boy came up to her. He was attractive enough, and he even asked her if she wanted a drink. She let out a drunk smile and said, "Yeah. You may get me another drink." She  didn't really need it, but she wanted it. "Grey goose martini," she said, her words a bit longer than they should have been. She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger, and looked at the window. It was dark outside, maybe about eleven.

Then it hit her. That boy wasn't normal, either. Her system was so flooded with alchohol that it took her a while to notice. He wasn't a demon, so he must have been an angel. She smirked.

Fenrir growled when he mentioned her enjoying drinking. "Are you saying that I have a drinking problem?" She raised an eyebrow at the boy, a smile on her face, though it didn't reach her eyes. She grabbed the drink from Cole's hand, and took a sip of it.

She hated when people talked about her drinking problem. "Listen, bub. I know you're all angelic and perfect, and all that sh!t, but you better watch what you say around me, got it?" She squeezed the arm of the chair, her fingernails threatening to rip through the fabric.

When Fenrir was drunk, she couldn't keep an angry mood for long. Soon, her anger melted away when he said he explained. She smiled and said, "Sorry for jumping to conclusions." She took a sip of her drink and continued. "So, I've never seen you at a party before? Do you model?"

Fenrir nodded. "Yes. I'm a model. I normally do modelling for swimsuits and such, but I do other things if the boss wants me to. Maybe you should check into modelling. It's really easy. All you have to do is wear what they want you to wear, and pose for pictures. You get a lot of money, and it requires almost no effort. Other than staying in shape, of course." She finished the last of her drink, and set it down on the floor. However, due to her vision being clouded with the effects of the alchohol, she put it upside down.