OOC Name: Dante Alaveen
Slayer Position Desired: I am applying for the Shadow spot. The current holder has not been active for nearly a month and was only active for 1 week after approval.
RP Sample:

Dante’s legs dangled from the apartment building’s roof. A cigarette in his mouth and not a care in the world. Below him, maybe a hundred or so people lined the outdoor market. He took his cig and ashed it, watching as they flowed free in the summer’s breeze. He wasn’t very concerned that they might get on the people below. With how high he currently was and the winds of the summer, the ash wouldn’t likely reach these poor people’s heads. “Yo, Dante you ready? The target is approaching.” He turned around and saw his partner, Angela. She was a middle-age woman. Never really shined much in her post but was a dutiful Knight. One that they knew could keep an eye on a man like him. Not that he really needed any babysitting in the first place. He flicked what was left of his cig and stood up on the edge of the building. “Yea, I’m ready…”

Dante peered down below and tried to focus on the crowd. It was Sunday, meaning it was packed. There were people wearing all sorts of colors and clothing. It would be hard to spot their target from all the way up here. Thankfully they had some eyes on the ground. Angela was a support specialist. Her magic allowed her to communicate rather easily with the other two parties they were working with. The ground unit was tailing their mark from below while him and Angela watched from the sky. At the end of the market was the third group, they were really only there if Dante royally fucked up. Dante looked below at the crowd, acting like he knew what the fuck he was doing.

“So...which one is it again?” Angela sighed as she moved closer to the edge, never stepping on it like Dante. She was not as reckless as him. After a second or two she pointed downward towards a large yellow umbrella walking through the crowd. “That is who we have tailing him. So our mark should be….” He watched as her finger traced the crowed upward until it met a large man in a black suit that seemed to stick out from the crowd. “Got it.” His form instantly melted into his own shadow and moved down the building’s wall towards the target. “God damn it, Dante! I wasn’t finished!”

Dante didn’t hear her, he was already moving towards the target. Weaving himself in and out of the pedestrian’s shadows along the way until he came to the man that he suspected was his target. The man stopped in his tracks as he saw the Rune Knight emerging from beneath him. “Alexander LaMont, you are arrested for the crime of trafficking illegal magical weapons into the country of Fiore and insisting rebellion among her people.” The larger man looked stunned. He didn’t match the description of Alexander LaMoth now that Dante saw him up close. From behind, Dante saw the woman with the yellow umbrella pushing her way through the crowd, pointing behind Dante. As he glanced over his shoulder, a slender looking man was shoving people out of the way in the opposite direction. It was then that Dante realized that he had targeted the wrong person. He should have waited for Angela to give the clear. That was what he got for not fully paying attention to the report beforehand.

“Shit…” His spun his body around and his arm quickly covered itself in his shadowy magic. In an arching like motion, Dante threw his arm out and a whip shot forth. Over and under, in and out, it maneuvered it way towards the crowd until it jabbed itself firmly in the fleeing man’s backside causing him to instantly collapse to the ground. He turned his head back slightly to the first man. “Sorry about that, mistaken identity.” Slowly he walked over towards the paralyzed man. The crowd gasped and parted ways as the Rune Knight pushed through.

He pulled the stunned man up and looked him over. ‘Ah, yes you are Alexander LaMont. Well then, I guess you’re the one I’m arresting for trafficking illegal wares and provoking rebellions. I’m sure you’ll have a lot to say for yourself once we get back to Head Quarter…” Dante was cut off as he felt himself being lifted into the air. Looking down he saw the man that he had originally tried to arrest. “Woah...I thought I made it clear you’re not under arrest man?” As the man threw Dante towards a wall, the young man quickly spun himself with the throw’s original inertia and was able to position his feet against the wall. Using the wall as a stable surface, Dante flipped over and landed on the ground safely. “Do you want to end up like him?” He said with his shadow whip arm positioning itself to strike. “Not to mention arrested for attacking a Rune Knight.”

The big man smiled and cracked his knuckles. It was then that Dante noticed the reddish aura around him. Magic? Was this man really using magic to fight him? “You better watch yourself Rune Knight. Boss over here pays me more money a month than you make a year.” He came charging right towards Dante, hoping to pin the man against the wall and potentially incapacitate him.

So that was what was going on. This man was his bodyguard, not just some bystander. Made sense, who would want to wear a completely black suit in the middle of summer unless they were getting paid. Dante used his whip to pull an awning from above down and smack the man on the head. Surely, he should have known that was not enough to stop him. As the man tackled Dante he could feel a few of his ribs snap. Two? No, more like three or four. He didn’t have time to really consider it. With his whip’s tip now behind the man, Dante yanked it forward, hoping to catch him by surprise. It was to his own chagrin that the man stopped the whip with his bare hands. “Shit..” was all he could muster as the man’s other free hand wrapped around Dante’s neck. Without any other choice, Dante’s free hand morphed into one of his claws and swiped at the man’s gut. As the big man howled in pain and suffered momentary blindness; Dante freed the tip of his whip and jabbed the man in the rear. Now with the big man and the actual hit incapacitated on the ground, Dante was able to breathe.

The woman with the yellow umbrella had finally caught up to them. “Dante! You are so reckless!” She said as she punched him in the shoulder. All the while, Dante rubbed his side. Trying to figure out how many ribs he had actually broken. “God damn, nobody mentioned a bodyguard.” He said as he slouched to the ground trying to keep from wincing from the pain. Soon enough Angela and the other team members showed up and formally arrested Mr. LaMont and his protege, all the while Dante fished out a new cig.