Evil is the new Black.

Name: Mikey Verhime
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearence: Black hair and red eyes. He is a little under six feet tall, and he has the features of a human and of a demon. He is a half-demon, so he takes on the traits of both.
Short bio(optional): His childhood was not a good one. Having a demon father and a human mother pretty much screwed this guy up. He can't get along with people much, and that's because he is always on edge for the assassins who try killing him all the time.
Anything else: HE IS NOT AN ANTOGONIST! He might become bad if one of your evil guys takes him.

(sorry, im texting this and my cell doesnt have an indent) HERE's MY OTHER ANTAGONIST: Uncle (aka Dempster Gaine) GENDER: male AGE: 30-40ish APPEARENCE: tall and strong, a face worn down by the weather. He has stringy brown hair that reaches his eyebrows. OTHER INFO: he's almost like an adopted father to my MC Cricket. They have a complicated relationship.

(So how are we gonna start this?)

(I don't want to start just yet because I have to go in *checks watch* five minutes )

(Oh, well. Okay! Let's just chat on the other one.)

Here!

(I'm here now.)

(Hey, want to start on this one?)

(Sure, oh, and let's keep the other one going. How should I start it?)

Okay, and do you mean start this one or the other one? This one can be set in...hmm...let's say a city downtown at night? It goes with the whole villain thing...XD)

(Oh, I meant that we should post on both that we are in together. I'll have my character running away. It fits him so well, and he is a protagonist.)

Mikey: The city street lights blinded me as I ran down the crowded sidewalk. I felt like everyone was out to get me. Their useless chatter and blank stares scared me, and I felt my heart rate go skyhigh. "Damn. What's going on here?" I muttered under my breath.

Uncle: He lounged in the corner of a bar, his face expressionless. Damn kid, he thought, Damn him to hell. He took a sip of beer, and the alchohol burned in his mouth.

He watched around. The place was almost baren, save a waiter up front and a few people gathered around the bar, laughing over jokes and drinks.

Eric- I walk down the street, trying to find Laila. Where is that girl?

Uncle: He took another sip, his thoughts raging behind stony eyes.

Laila- I walk into an old building and realize it's a bar. I sneak to the back and wait for him to come. I'm shaking from the cold, and from fear. But I dont know where else to go or what else to do.

Mikey: I shivered due to an internal chill. I wasn't cold or anything, but it seemed like something bad was going to happen. I stumbled on the raised sidewalk, and I tripped and fell. "Damn it." I mumbled as I observed my injuries. My hand was scratched, and I had a bloody knee. Just fricking great.

Eric- Just as I could feel that I was getting close, I trip over some guy on the sidewalk. "What the hell?"

(Hey, this is like one of those jokes. "A guy walks out of a bar, and... )

Uncle: He heavily set down his drink, stood up, and pushed his way out onto the street to see two guys fallen over on the sidewalk. He chuckles to himself, and leans against a wall to watch. There's always a story behind these incidents.

Mikey: I thought I heard someone, so I turned. I gasped as I tried picking myself off the ground. "Oh, I'm sorry. . ." I quickly replied quickly. I stood up, and I brushed myself off. I didn't want to know what the person would say to me. "I'll be leaving now." The pain in my hand stung as I fiddled with the torn skin. Ow. . .I peeled off another small piece. Ow. . .

Laila- I see Eric and run out. "Is everything okay?"

Eric- "Just fell over some jerk on the sidewalk."

Laila- "Are you okay?" I ask the 'jerk on the sidewalk.' "Sorry, he just gets angry sometimes."

Uncle: The kid took him slightly off-guard, though he didn't show it. He had red eyes. Interesting. "Watch the streets," he said. His voice was course. "You'll get hurt bumblin' 'round like that." He chuckled coursely, and started his own way.

Mikey: I saw another person, and they asked me if I was okay. I peeled a tiny bit more skin off my hand, "Um. I guess. I'm used to anger, so I don't mind." I bit my lip out of nervousness, and I closed my eyes for a bit. I really wanted to get out of here, but this situation wouldn't allow it.

Laila- The kid looked really jumpy and on edge. I could tell he wanted to leave, and i felt kinda bad.

Eric- There was a moment of silence, and me, not being one for patience spoke up. "Well, if we're done here." I said in a not so nice tone. Then I notice his features. They're rather peculiar. "Wait a minute, who are u?"

Mikey: "Oh, my name is Mikey. I. . .really don't know my way around here." I bit my lip even harder. I had to stop with that habit. I fumbled around in my pocket, and realized I didn't have anything. Could I have left my wallet on the bus? "Um, may I ask who you are?" I let my gaze wander, and I curiously looked around the city.

Eric- A smile played upon my lips. He was interesting, certainly different. I might be able to use him... "Im Eric. Where are you trying to go?"