[[ I don't really mind x3

Female is good. -Loves romance roleplays-

Male is fine to XD ]]  

-- Me too ;3

How about New york? --  

((Perfect! Right, here I go.))

Name: LiquidSilber a.k.a. Silver

Age: 18-20, hard to tell

Gender: Male

Looks: Silver doesn't like to judge his own face, but he *censored*umes he's at least okay-looking. Jet-black fur, no stripes or anything like that, simply black fur. His eyes are pure white, his pupils a light gray color. He's got a thin but strong frame, not one to be messed with. Tall, 6'5 height. He wears an open vest, dark gray jeans, and black converse. Any scars he's received are covered by his fur. An interesting note, instead of the buck teeth his kind normally has, he's got fangs like a cat.

Personality: You'll see, I'm lazy.

Other: TBA

Name- Mutancy/ He goes by Matt. ;3

Age- 19-20

Gender- Male

Looks- He has short hair, but it is long enough to put it in a small ponytail. (Which he does) He has red/yellow eyes, and has a curious ex
pression almost all the time. He has a slight beard, which is a purple-ish black colour, but he has the rugged look to him. He occasionally has sparks come off his hands, and he has saber fangs. His hair colour is also a purple-ish black colour. He is usually wearing jeans, a grey converse T-shirt, and vans. He has fair skin, but he isn't pale.

Personality- Usually calm. Pretty much all the time. It takes alot to freak him out.

Other- He is bi. o3o  

((Of course.))

 Silver sighed quietly. He opened his eyes, pupils contracting sharply as the bright sunlight hit them. Another boring day, yet another day off of his work. He sat up, running his hand through what he considered short and spiky hair, though it was slightly longer than the rest of his fur. His morning ritual was a quick one: get up, shower, eat breakfast, dress, and leave the house. He lived alone; what did it matter? Half an hour p*censored*ed before he finally dragged himself out the door and into the city. His hand rested on a pack of smokes in his pocket, but lately he'd been involuntarily quitting. He actually tossed them away, feeling a little depressed. He needed something to happen before he went insane with boredom and monotony.

Well, might as well keep fit, he decided. "To the gym, then," he muttered. His thick tail flicked sharply, large ears flicking as he walked through the streets and crowds of people. It was still early morning, and the weather was starting to turn colder, yet people were already out and about. They had lives. Shoulders set he walked into the middle of as many crowds of people as he could, hitting shoulders and bags without flinching or giving way. He was annoyed, so why not annoy other people too? Yeah, he considered it amusing. For now.

((That was terrible. Sorry! I'll get better, I promise.))

-- That was good! I'm going to fail! --

Matt had gotten up early to look at the stars again. His constellation was Draco. It was his month, so he always got up early to see it. After a while, the sun had risen, and he got up and stretched. He yawned and his saber fangs were clearly silhouetted against the sky. It was time to work. He began to push and shove through alot of people, not caring about their complaints or anything. Not until he crashed right into another anthro.