Name: Rin
Species: Hellhound
Age: Twenty-three
Mortal Home: Solis City
Frequently Spotted At: Club Cylix
Profession: A Collector for Hell who gathers souls that have been purchased by the Nine Circles.
Favorite Things: The euphoria of bloodshed, cigarettes, and questionable entertainment.
Dislikes: Heights, Chinese food, and black cats.
Quote: "There's no fun in a quick death. Let's make this interesting, yeah?"

Past: Rin was born in the 2nd Circle of Hell, conceived by sinful lust. He was born with the eyes
of a hound, destined to be one of the Devil's Collectors. When he came of age, he was taken to the
bottom of the pit and given an unhallowed collar, an irremovable reminder that he belonged to the
Devil himself. He was then trained in the art of Collection--the act of retrieving a soul that had been
sold in a deal with a demon.

Current: Rin currently resides in Solis City, where the highest percentage of deals are made.

Starter 1
The white hound sat in the neon-lit lounge, sipping on an ice blue drink with a hazy gaze as a cute little feline purred in his ear. He hadn't been to Cylix for a few days due to business and the fresh meat was, well, refreshing. Though, as much as he enjoyed the attention, he somehow still felt anxious. Like he was being caged. He had only been off the job for a day and already he was itching to get back into the game.

The cat suddenly snapped his attention back into place as she slid off his lap. “I'll be right back, Rin.” She bent over slowly to pick up her purse. Rin watched with cold eyes as her assets were accentuated in her tight, little black dress. “I've got to powder my nose.” Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked out of sight around a corner.

Rin lit up a cigarette and inhaled until his throat burned. He let the cloud out slowly, really feeling the nicotine as it absorbed into his body. He needed a thrill. The lack of adrenaline running through him was not hardly enough. But, as they say, ask and you shall receive.

A ghost of a smirk pulled across his muzzle as a voice not his own slithered into his thoughts, “Rin, Lucifer... He has requested you...” The words were slow and serpentine; the letter 's' in every word was drawn out, lingering like a vile poison. Rin listened intently, barely noticing the burning of the bondage around his neck at the sound of that name.

Rin looked in the direction the kitten had wandered off in and chuckled softly to himself. “Impeccable timing as always.” He thought in reply. “Lucifer, huh? Must be pretty big. Who is it?” He leaned foreword, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Her name is Lex.” The voice replied. “She is a white cat.”

Rin's smirk stretched significantly. “No kidding.” He reached over for the feline's drink and twirled his finger over it casually. A black shadow-like substance seeped into the liquid like smoke and disappeared. “What was the deal?” Rin grinned, finding it rather convenient that his meal for the night was going to be his next mark.

“Beauty.” The voice mused. “Have fun.”

The presence of the voice was gone as the white furred cat appeared around the corner. She walked toward Rin, hips swaying gracefully. “Sorry it took me so long. The girls and I got to talking.” She sat down next to Rin and crossed her legs. Her tail flicked back and forth as she allowed very suggestive content to run through her mind.

“It's no problem.” He murmered, taking a sip of his drink. “Lex... How about we finish our drinks and head back to my place? The music's loud and I can barely hear a word you say.” He grinned devilishly, slowly moving his mouth to her neck.”

“You don't waste time, do you?” She giggled as she lifted her glass to her lips.

“Only because I know you can't say no.” He slowly licked just beneath her jawline, his mask disappearing as his expression turned hungry.

The cat suddenly sat her drink down, her eyelids drooping. “You're right... I don't think I can drive and... and...” She trailed off, the poison Rin had administered to her beverage already mixing with her blood.

“Good kitty...” Rin twirled a lock of her hair around his finger while he studied her decline in energy. “Come on... Let me help you to my car.” He stood, pulling her up gently. “Careful, careful...” He whispered, as she wobbled on her five inch heels. He led her to the back doors of Cylix, a less chosen route for exit. Rin reached for the door handle.

“Why... are we going... through the back?” She murmured sleepily.

“Because that's where my car is.” Rin answered, his voice smooth and calming.

“Oh shit...” She backed away from the door, swaying a bit. “I forgot my purse... I'll be right back.” She stumbled back into the depths of the club and disappeared.

Rin sighed and rolled his eyes. “Needed another cigarette anyway.” He slipped out the door and stepped out onto the pavement of the alley. He slumped against the brick wall while he waited for her. “You sold your soul for beauty.” He shook his head. “Ten years of beauty. Eternity in Hell.” He faced his palms up and weighed the options sarcastically. “Mortals are so stupid...” He placed a cigarette between his lips and sucked in. The cherry spontaneously lit without the aid of a lighter.

He laid his head back and stared up into the night sky. “Tch...” He closed his eyes and breathed in. He could feel his powers already surfacing for the slaughter. Shadows ran up his veins and turned the entirety of his forearms pitch black, as if sin were engulfing him. The cigarette that he held in his fingers suddenly disintegrated to ash. “This better satisfy me.” He muttered, irritated with the premature loss of his cigarette.