<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ayr Fairfang</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Ayr Fairfang<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 173<br/><br/><strong>Race:</strong> Archon, Angel subspecies<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> (http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/1165303958_half_jace_houndarchon.jpg)<br/><br/>http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/1165303958_half_jace_houndarchon.jpg (http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/1165303958_half_jace_houndarchon.jpg)<br/><br/>He has a thing for leather and military gear when not dressed up for somthing offical.<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Bisexual, humanoid only<br/><br/><strong>Former Gang:</strong> Light of Dawn<br/><br/><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Weapons-smith, Consilari, Pimp, Trainer.<br/><br/><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> preferring his custom designed Light Machine Gun named "Invictus" and uses a combat knife as a secondary, his ability as an arms master also means he can pickup and use most weapons with relitive ease.<br/><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> <em>"A Lawyer with his briefcase can steal more in a single day than a hundred men with guns"</em><br/>Due to his former gang affilation he knows both how to play the system like a harp. Ayr knows how to work over an officer, politican, or police chief, he knows what palms to grease, how much, and with what. He has a great mind for market control, and knowing where to hit to cause the most damage. like all Angelic subspecies he has a gift for magical healing, and while it is underdeveloped, it makes him a decent field medic. He also has great skill at forging blades, building and modifying firearms<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> outwardly he presents a romantic philopher, someone with a casual approach to sexuality, who is friendly, and always the life of the party, but behind the image his mind is constantly turning, analyizing, assessing. He is terrifying to behold in a firefight a ruthlessness he revels in, once the guns start blazing his goal is to kill as many "enemies" as possable.<br/>Dispite all this he has a soft spot for "civs" or civilans, and does not kill those few he sees as "innocent" those who have no place in the violent ruthless underworld of this city.<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong> Archons are known for being more "realistic" and methodical in their apporach to life, and Ayr is no exception, growing up on the mortal plane in a military family when the wars ended in a stalemate his father was livid, and took out that rage on Ayr. When the entire family structure "imploded" the Light of Dawn provided the family structure he needed, and he started in the high class "escort services" and from there moved up to running that perticular branch of service, it was illegal work, but it was work. His love of weapons and armor was a luxury his high class lifestyle and large paycheck afforded him. this came to a close when he observed a Light of Dawn member pushing psych-drugs to a group of teens.<br/>He promptly beat the Janni in question to death with his sidearm, and Light of Dawn "management" just as promptly let him hang out to dry for it. In prision he hardened up, and learned how to minuplate the system, famiously stabbing a demonic inmate in the neck for a racial slur, and yet still managed to convince the board of corrections to release him early on good behavior.<br/>he's out now, and having only skills that work as either a lawyer or in the underworld, he chose the more honest profession and joined a gang.<br/><br/><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> Europa-Globus<br/>[/center]</div></div><br/>Tag: zed, marc<br/><br/>the group of kits and nekos got up and left before he could finish charming the lovely woman out of her panties and into a private room. The flower of womenhood denied him this time, and just as his hand had snuck into her lap. The succubus obcious to those who knew what to look for, only helped to speed up the process of seduction and romance. he placed his chin in his hand as she walked away, watching the neko woman's behind the entire way, his other hand clutching the slightly obvious sausage growing between his legs at the thought of sliding inside her, his hands on her breasts, making passionate love untill she passed out from the bliss. "whoa boy" he wispered to himself "we're here on bussness, pleasure comes later" dispite it's throbbing insistance, it was ignored. His eyes drifted to the succubus, as many eyes did, examining her ample assets, and drifting from her face down to her legs.<br/>That made him blush, they'd bought the same style of leather fuck me boots, his were white leather and hidden under his slackened strapped (though quickly tightening) pants. he was dreaming about showing her how they did it in heaven. Angels and archons weren't celibate by any means, they just did it behind closed doors and the sex had a diffrent tone, less whips and ballgags, more lace and touching, incessent touching it was...<br/><br/>"excuse me sir?" and a tap o n the sholder<br/>Ayr nearly jumped out of his feathers and fur his muscles tightning up on reflex. "yes?""you are wanted in the VIP lounge"<br/>"Finally!" he sprang out of his seat downing his drink and handing him the glass with a few gold coins at the bottem. "get yourself some better equipment, that handgun is a shoddy model" he pointed to the escort's side "tends to jam."