Fear Factor, I blame Buffy and Angel... Options

[Nalerenn]

The idea for this RPG is different from the others. There are no Chao, no Emeralds, no Sonic and co, etcetera. There's just your characters and all kinds of supernatural stuff. Your character investigates all kinda of supernatural happenings from posessed puppets to daemons attacking certain areas of the city (kinda like a Devil May Cry/Buffy the Vampire Slayer mix). Hopefully, this RP won't be spammed to the point it has to be locked as I think this has potential. I'll also point out that this RPG is to be typed like a story and not a script. Post your character's profile first like the one shown below, then join in the RPG.

Name - Matt Cage
Age - 18
Species - Werewolf Daemon (Normal form is a wolf)
Role - Owner of "Fear Factor"
Skills - Can shift from Wolf form to Werewolf form
Weapons - Dual Desert Eagles, Katana, hand-to-hand combat, fire elemental magic
Description - Dark grey fur, wears black baggy pants, black T-shirt, black trenchcoat, heavy boots and black fingerless gloves

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It was the normal kinda weather in the slum area of the city. Dark clouds hanging overhead, although they probably wern't as dark as they looked. It was nearly midnight after all. Only one thing other than the moon pours light into the desolate area. A large red neon sign above an office, reading "Fear Factor". Not much happened in that place, since there wasn't much demand for Supernatural Investigators. So far, there was only one worker there, and the same person was also the owner. A wolf, named Matt Cage. No-one really knew anything about him, but he was known to have great skill in vanquishing evil. He was a strange character. Evil if he <b>did</b> vanquish evil, why wasn't he more famous? Who knows? Or cares? For the first time in a while, a phone rang inside the building. Only it and the noise of rock music broke the silence.
Inside, Matt picked up the phone and answered in his deep coarse voice.
"Fear Factor, supernatural investigators for hire"
The voice on the other side was inaudible unless you had the reciever in your hand.
"Sorry, we're closed for mainenance"
Matt slammed the receiver back on the hook.
"Still not the kinda thing I'm looking for. I'll be surprised if this town has any real business"