<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--> (( You can join as any race or species you’d like, even one you have made up. Typical RP rules apply; no god-moding, powerplaying, be respectful OOC to other players, etc. )) From the outside, Fairhaven is a small town like any other. But appearances can be deceiving; no one would guess Fairhaven exists as a portal between our world and others, with beings from different dimensions constantly passing through town. The waitress pouring your coffee could be a demon, your doctor an alien, the homeless old woman on the street a fairy. But one thing is certain; there is never a boring day in a town where humanity is the minority, and supernatural beings hide in plain sight. It was a quiet, crisp evening in the small town of Fairhaven. But Remiel knew once the sun went down, the ghosts and goblins hiding in the shadows would surely come out to play. All he had to do was sit back and wait. As a Sentinel, it was not only Remiel’s responsibility, but his sworn duty to guard the portal in Fairhaven. He was like a police officer for the supernatural, if you will. Most of the time, the beings passing through the portal were benevolent, coming to the human realm to visit family, take a vacation or with the wish of settling down and starting a new life. But sometimes, twisted abominations found openings in the portal, wishing to wreck havoc or unleash unspeakable horrors upon humanity. It was Remiel’s job to swiftly put an end to them, and maintain peace and balance amongst all of Fairhaven’s residents – human, demon and everything in between. During his nightly patrol, the Sentinel typically stopped at the Tasty Diner: the only restaurant that ran 24 hours, 7 days a week in Fairhaven. Its late night openings attracted other supernaturals, and the place always bustled with customers. Remiel parked his sleek crimson and black motorcycle outside, and made his way inside the diner. He was precisely 6’0”, broad-shouldered and lean with lightly corded muscle from years of harsh physical training. Although his leather jacket concealed them, runic-looking tattoos inked his pale skin, winding throughout the length of his body. His long, black hair fell past his shoulders, but when on patrol he kept his hair tied back. His eyes were silver, the color of a blade’s flashing steel. The Sentinel walked with quiet confidence, never wanting to draw unnecessary attention to himself. The Tasty Diner was, as usual, fairly busy for the late hour. Remiel helped himself to a booth in the corner. He waited for the waitress to bring him coffee, and flipped through a newspaper left on his table, his silver eyes discreetly taking his surroundings and fellow patrons in.