<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/03_115128_qnft1-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Yoko<br/>18(human years)<br/>Greek-Norse God<br/><br/>Yoko was a strange mix. He was the son of Loki...Norse God of Mischief and Aphrodite the Greek Goddess of Beauty. He was often getting himself into trouble of some sort. And he was a playful, mischievious, occasionally trickster type of guy. He had fun with life and lived life to the fullest. He saw every day as a new adventure. A new journey through life. And he made sure to not have a dull moment. He looks around. He smelled...a damphire(half-blood vampire)?<br/><br/>He decided to investigate it. He was technically a God but the purebloods were too afraid to say anything. He runs from rooftop to rooftop. Landing on the ground near the young woman. Studying her and then follows her a bit. Then flips and lands in front of her. "Hello mylady." came his Greek accent. "How are you this fine evening?"