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Description

Personality
Prax is calm and calculating, but also prone to animalistic qualities.
Equipment
Prax's suit has ballistic proof hard parts and shrapnel resistant soft bits, extra padding at the joints for maximum protection. It also produces a personal shield that can be increased to near-impenetrability at the reduction of mobility. He has many weapon ranging from hand-to-hand to long-range.
More to come.
Prax appeared as a jet black cat slipping into the bar as one of the usual patrons pushed the door open. His feline body glided expertly over the floor and over to the bar, which he hopped upon and sat, looking over the patrons with pure green eyes. He hoped some mortal would come speak with him.
Prax noticed Dracus enter the bar and tread over to him across the counter, his feline feet padding across the woodtopped counter. "Hello." his voice was like a waterfall, emanating from nowhere in particular.
Prax would grin in his feline form. "My name is...well if I said it, your mind would probably melt. So just call me Prax for now." he raised his paw in a handshake, "A pleasure to meet you."
Prax "Ah, a dragon you say? I am a shapeshifting demon." He would hop off the counter as his form began to fade and swirl, a greenish mist rose as his silhouette shifted into that of a man, but a man with reversed knees and three clawlike fingers. "My, preferred form" he winked.
Prax would chuckle heartily, his voice carrying a distinct malice despite the jovial expression. "Intimidating." he then took a seat.
"Not particularly." he'd wink. "Shall we drink something?"
Prax slips into the bar in the form of a black cat with solid green eyes. He sniffs around and appears to find something interesting and so dashes off in the direction of Katsuo Masaru. He sits in his feline way looking up at the being.
Prax laughs in a distinctly dangerous way. "Oh if only, young one."
Prax would giggle in a slightly devilish way. "Why thank you. You certainly are a pretty human." his piercing green eyes would stare up into hers, filling Rose with a feeling of unease.
Prax would chuckle again. "I assure you, I can take care of myself. I've have more than one pair of claws y'know." He hopped out of her arms after giving a wink and landed on Katsuo Masaru's table.
Prax strolled about nonchalantly, his silky black tailing swishing lazily this way and that. "Weeell. I smelled another aged demon. Of course, not as aged as me but... you get the gist of it."
Prax
crept into the bar, his nonexistant mouth curled into a dangerous grin as his reverse-jointed legs picked their way across the wooden floor. Oh, Haloween, you do enjoy your antics, don't you?
Prax stalked his way to the man on the floor and made a clicking noise as he cocked his head, hand held close to him like claws.
Prax
precariously sat upon Haloween's lower back. It's not polite to not speak to your old friends.
His voice seemed to trill curiously as the neon slits of his eyes pierced the bar's many patrons.
Prax
cocked his brow and crept to follow Hallowen. His face then split in the middle, revealing twin needles of black that were his teeth. He then sunk these into the man's shoulder. Grrrrmmmm.
Prax then morphed into a stark black raven with equally piercing eyes and commenced with the acronym 'gtfo'.
Prax sat calmly in his stark black armor and body suit, his opaque visor betraying no emotion, a perfect reflection of the serenity within the steady pulse of green stripes. He stretched slightly, crossing his legs at the ankles and tilting his head ever-so slightly.
sat calmly in his stark black armor and body suit, his opaque visor betraying no emotion, a perfect reflection of the serenity within the steady pulse of green stripes. He stretched slightly, crossing his legs at the ankles and tilting his head ever-so slightly.
Prax gave a slight snarl as the agent entered the bar, shifting lightly. His helmet allowed him to continue to look in the other direction as his eyes truly watched him.
Prax let out a low growl from deep in his throat, he'd had experience with this man's sort. They were not to be trifled with. He blinked twice, opening his suit's HUD and selecting inventory, scrolling through the multitude of weapons at his disposal compacted at his sides, back, and wrists.