"Hm...A mugger? I would think that no one would mug someone that looks like me, unless they're looking for a beating." Luke chuckled a bit, yet the others weren't amused. Luke cleared his throat before continuing. "Ok. If there's somebody trying to mug me, I'll punch my hands together to show my strength. Should he not back off, I'll teach him a quick lesson about proper ettiquete. Oh, and break his weapon, be it pistol of knife, to take away his "means of working". Hope that answer satisfies you." Luke finished his answer, now he rest quietly on the sofa, waiting for others' responses.

"Well it would be rather sorry for a person to stoop so low as to mug a defenseless person." Cluster chuckled. His eyes swiftly went from purple to a deep, blood-colored red.
"I would rip out thar throats and bathe in thar blood!" The man shouted, his tone changing to a thick Irish accent. "No one would dar' mug an Irish man! Right laddie!" Cluster shouted, patting Luke on the back roughly and laughing loudly.

Brandy:

"I have dealt with muggers before in the past, and at first, it wasn't easy, but after a few attempts, I've gotten use to it. All I did was possess them and literally turn them in to the authorities."

Brandy played with her thumbs and idles quietly.

"I guess I've kinda forgot to mention about my unique ability..."

Titus listened to all the responses quietly.
tough competition Bane said. You want me to take over and bring some more evil into this interview?
Not yet Titus replied, Let's wait it out

"It would be a really bad idea for some one to try that!" exclaimed Adrian as he walked in briskly.
The young assassin passed casual glances at those already seated.
None caught his attention except for the strange woman in the center wearing a white mask.
He took off his sunglasses and smiled, even though the cold look in his eyes did not waver.
"You must be the interviewer, sorry I'm late."

#Adrian is a spy of the evil international crime organization IO from one of my novels

Luther: The woman with the ebony hair perhaps didn't see Luther or was completely ignoring him. She hadn't looked at him once since his entrance, nor did the other participants who also came for the interview. Perhaps I shouldn't have picked this dark corner. Force of habit I guess. Luther thought. He coughed before he spoke, to give the, rather mysterious interviewer a hint of where he was.

"Nobody would ever try to mug me, the mark on my forehead would scare them off for sure. But if they would be foolish enough to try and mug me, I'd probably try to reason with them or intimidate them. But if they make me angry, I'd probably kill them. I can't control myself when I'm angry". Luther said with a slight smirk on his face.

As each person answers the question, a 16-year old boy named "Zero" wearing a black turtle neck which he uses to hide his lower part of his face, only showing his eyes and black hair that points downward, stands at the corner of the room, not taking the seat offered to him when he came in. He heard the question of the lady and he has not spoken a word ever since he arrived. He continues to observe each individual in the room answer her question and he puts his hands on the pockets of the jacket and continues to observe the group.

#Skip

Ensiron sat in the room with everyone pondering the question. He's stopped plenty of muggings before but, he can't recall who the victim was in most of his memories at the moment. As the other characters answered the question he decided to sit tight and await the next one.

#Skip

#Wow, I'm actually surprised at the attention this got~thank you very much~<3

"I would make them regret their choice for targeting me," a voice mused, a pair of hands slid onto the Interviewer's shoulder. She didn't seem to mind the new arrival though. "By my own little way. Hehehehehe~"

The owner of the hands seemed to be a young man, around their early twenties. He had his black hair gelled upwards into spikes. He wore a simple suit with a tailed coat. The only odd thing about his though was his razor sharp teeth and the fact he had a blue silk ribbon wrapped around his eyes. The Interview cocked her head to the side, seeming to smile."Ah Dream Eater, glad you made it," she chuckled before turning to the people in the room. "Don't think I don't notice you all in the corners. I'm connected to this room and therefore I can feel everyone that is currently present in the room. But anyways, wonderful answers~! Next question then~"

"Mind to give a short introductory about yourself darlings?"

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As each person answers the question, a 16-year old boy named "Zero" wearing a black turtle neck which he uses to hide his lower part of his face, only showing his eyes and black hair that points downward, stands at the corner of the room, not taking the seat offered to him when he came in. He heard the question of the lady and he has not spoken a word ever since he arrived. He continues to observe each individual in the room answer her question and he puts his hands on the pockets of the jacket and continues to observe the group.

#Skip

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Ensiron sat in the room with everyone pondering the question. He's stopped plenty of muggings before but, he can't recall who the victim was in most of his memories at the moment. As the other characters answered the question he decided to sit tight and await the next one.

#Skip

#So Zero answers right after Zero does, huh? LOL.

#Let me throw in a FOURTH character...

Ravadiana Wyvernjack: "I'm sorry to be late for this party. Mugged? Why, I do believe that no sane person would try to mug a Pencil Grandmaster Mage, would they?"

#I'll demonstrate later what a Pencil Grandmaster Mage can do. :)



EDIT:

Pencillum: I'm... a guy... who likes pencils...

Pencillia: I'm the Supreme Commander of All Pencillian Forces, a princess in line for the throne, and I like pencils too.

merich1: I'm an idiot.

Ravadiana Wyvernjack: I'm a Pencil Grandmaster Mage. (She points at a corner of the room, and several pencils appear.) I defeated Eileen Darksbane at the height of her power, and I'll turn evil in about 200 years. Until then, you can trust me. (She smiles.)

Luther:

A slight blush appeared on Luther's cheeks as the mysterious interviewer said she did notice him sitting in the corner. He felt embarrassed for the little cough he gave before he spoke. The next question followed: "Mind to give a short introduction about yourself darlings?".

Darlings? Luther thought surprised, well that's an odd way of speaking towards people you've just met.
Luther stroke his chin with his right hand and thought on how to answer the question. Should I stick to my previous life or my new one? I suppose the new one wouldn't hurt this time.
Luther spoke confident: "If you want to have a short answer, here you go. I'm a monster created by the wRHG corporation". Luther's eyes flickered across the room, he suddenly felt afraid but didn't know why.

Brandy:

"A short introduction?" Brandy replied.

Well, it IS an interview, so she guess that it wouldn't hurt if she told them little about herself. Besides, who would judge a poor girl?

"Well, okay. Umm...." Brandy thinks up a brief summary for a moment then finally responds.

"My name is Brandy, and I'm only seventeen-years old. I have never finished high school, and I have lived from one place to another for a while. I've managed to survive the harshness of the street with a hidden ability that I never knew I had until later on. It's a skill called Body Possession; it allows me to control whoever I choose to control, not only using their abilities to help me construct a forward path and fight off those who dare threaten me, but also learn from those who I control. I don't have a home right now, to be honest, I just live off what I can until I can afford a real home."

A bubble of oozing black sludge crept out from the room's corners. The black liquid snaked towards an open seat and soon settled as it enveloped the wooden chair in one massive gulp. Slowly, it took on a rather vague form of a man. Its top part was more bulbous than the rest of its body and its too arms were so skinny that you could have sworn that the white things that peeked out from the thin veil of ooze on them were bones. The weird liquid didn't have any legs and instead it held itself on a stalk that rose from the puddle of onyx goop. A white mask bubbled from the ooze's central mass; a perfectly clean oval mask allowed the room's participants something to focus their eyes on when looking at the creature.

"I am Arakun Shade..." The creature's voice was deep and gurgled up a bit of liquid mid sentence. The entire black mass leaned to one side and then the other, somehow like a metronome but slower. "...I was human before this. I am endlessly hungry" The blob said, his voice almost unintelligible in the way he spoke. The mass of black placed his hands together as if contemplating a problem, then by some sort of reaction within him the mass reeled back and threw something out of his person. The projectile bounced lamely on the floor a few times before cracking and breaking into pieces. Everyone could have been sure that the regurgitated object was a skeleton of a poor animal.

"Sorry...I seem to have forgot my manners." Arakun said as he puked again, only this time it was only the same liquid as he was coated in.

#Arakun Shade was inspired by Arakune in Guilty Gear but I had modified almost everything about him, except his reality bending powers and the fact that he's a blob. I've used him in an RP Forum back with my friends.

The eyes of cluster shifted back to green.
"I'm Cluster ma'am. Well... At least that's people call me... I'm never alone so to speak..." Cluster mumbled. His head titlted up and switched to a pure, shiny gold coloring.
"Because he has me! And I do so love that cloth about your eyes!" The teen exclaimed, pointing towards Dream Eater's cloth.
"And me, I apologize for my companion's rude behavior. I am also Cluster, just a more dignified personality. You see, I, or we, suffer from a bad bout of Multiple Personality Syndrome." His eyes had switched to the majestic purple, and his posture had fixed itself once again.
This time, Cluster's eyes darkened into the enraging red of the violent Irish man.
"The wee lad' also has me! And many personalities my ass!" He shouted, placing his hands on his chest to signify his strength and manliness, so to speak. Cluster's eyes switched back to green, his shy appearance once more taking over.
"There is one more, 'me'... He's a little shy..." Cluster mumbled. He briefly shut his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were a deep, saddening blue.
"Hi.." Was all he managed to say before his eyes turned green once more.
"Sorry... He isn't exactly happy..." Cluster explained, sitting back in his seat clearly embarrassed. He began to twiddle his thumbs nervously as he awaited the next question.

Dream Eater? Titus thought to himself as he heard the woman call the man behind her that. Mysterious name for a mysterious person
Titus locked eyes with the young man. "Dream Eater huh?" he smirked and looked back at the mysterious woman.
"A short introduction you say? Well, miss, In short I am a wanderer with a split personality, looking for a fight" Titus looked around at the faces of the people sitting around him, knowing each and every one of them will be a potential fight later on down the line. "If your lucky, maybe I'll give you a glimpse of my.. dark side" he smiled another sinister smile, except this time he let it stay as he looked at the interviewer.