Dude looks like a Lady (OPEN)

[Cadus Mandrake]

Boston late at night is a flurry of lights and excitement. A young 'Woman' walks down the streets with two gentleman at her sides. She smiles softly as they follow her almost blindly to the hotel. She smiles sweetly at the jealous bellhop but little does he know that the 'woman' favors his sweet innocent nature. The two men grab a hold of the curves and laugh, whiskey fumigates the elevator, She simply smiles and tells them "Boys.... Just a little longer..." a sweet fragrance erupts from the flower in her braided hair. Both men obsessively try to smell it as the doors open.

A woman unluckily greets the scene that just unfolded, Scorn and disgust in her eyes, the group however simply presses on and makes it to the hotel room. The do not disturb sign is on the door already. Slowly she opens it and lets the two men go in first, their laughing stops as they see quite a few bouquets of roses and other potted plants around the room. Their smiles turn to dropped jaws as they turn to see her standing in front of the, now closed, door tugging down her dress' strap. Their eyes widen to a and mouths begin to tremble as they frantically notice the plants growing and creeping around them and around her. Their short cries grow silent as the 'woman' stands there in her male form, stepping over the dress the fruits he grew to give himself the female figure go back into his bangle as he walks up to the two men.

He gently runs his hands down their sides as vines slowly crawl their way down their throats, muffled sobs and cries are all that is heard as he shakes his head. shushing them with a soft smile. His eyes however are vile and hungry as he starts to undo their clothes. The men are bound as vines pull and wrap themselves around the men, putting them into positions. A small but wicked laugh can be heard echoing from the room as the scene fades to black.

Cadus is getting dressed as he grows his female figure once more. In the corner are two Venus flytrap like pods, pulsating every once in a while with a faint sound of crunching. It has been a number of hours since he brought his entertainment and food up with him. He finishes getting ready as he causes the pods as well as the vines attached to his bracelet to wilt. He spends a little time breaking up the parts of the plants he created as he pulls out a pot from the closet, putting what he can in it, A small rose suddenly grows from it. He absorbed the water from the bodies so that his plant could be fed, breaking down the cloths, bones, and other things of the humans into soil for a new rose. He smiles at the half dozen roses in his room as he fixes his top and tests his lipstick. He had fed his plant, as well as his body's cravings, for the week and now he wanted to mingle.

He walks down the street toward the collection of bars, a friendly fragrance emitting from his body, a soft and welcoming scent from his hair, a playful smile from his beautiful face, yet a dangerous aura to be feared by his presence. Unless stopped on the way, he would walk into a bar at random, hoping to meet people of interest.

[dudedude2211]

In a hotel in Boston, the daemon heard screams from a nearby room. He figured it was either a hunter, a supernaturl, or a victim of a supernatural. Hunters and supernaturals seemed common here... but that wasn't at all his reason for being here. He had been informed by his friend of something of great importance in this area... something he had been searching for for twenty years.
The young (a human would say he appears to be about fourteen years of age) stands up the next morning, not having slept at all. He only slept when he was being watched by someone he trusted with his life (which never happened because he trusted nobody that much, and had only begun to trust one person), and when he was in an area commnly avoided by humans. He slipped his sheath onto his back, the blade of the sword inside being orange yellow and red, and appearing to be made of solid fire.
He put his black hooded jacket on over his sword, and put in his blue non-perscription contacts over his blackish-red eyes.
He walked out, and found a 'woman' walking down the street. 'She' didn't interest him, as nobody did. If she looked at him, he would appear to be twenty three years of age. He follows her into a bar, glancing around to keep the illusion going, and sits in a corner where he can see everybody. Now they all thought he was twenty three, because he looked the part.

[Cadus Mandrake]

The 'woman' takes a long path through the bar, passing by a few men before she stops at the counter. As she walked, those with acute eye sight and a sense of the super natural might notice that the flower in her hair seemed to be releasing spores. A few of the humans simply watched her move, taking note of her figure, while a few others seemed to shake their head or simply rub it.

The 'woman' seemed to be attracting a lot of attention and even the deamon might get the very faint thought of 'I'd like to see that woman naked' or other various thoughts might pop into his mind. It is not over powering and it would really be up to him if he chose to pursue those thoughts.

One thing slightly out of place in the sweat, beer, and shame infested air of a bar would be a very subtle hint of Guarana and Lavander.

[dudedude2211]

He noticed something strange about the flower in 'her' head.
'What is this feeling...? It's probably what's coming from that flower. Spores...?' he thought to himself.
He wasn't sure, but he thought that his human friend told him of plants that give off spores like that, and people who could control plants. He couldn't see the spores, but he could tell something was off about the flower. Only partially because of the picture his friend had shown him of an almost identical flower.
He had never felt the need to love, and thus had never loved. It would just get in the way, anyways. His life was at risk even when he seemed perfectly safe... hunters could be hidden anywhere, and they were almost always after him. If he loved someone, hunters would most likely attack that person...
He would've ordered a drink, if he didn't know better. The amount of drunk daemons would be too many even if there were only one. Even none is too many. Instead, his eyes keep darting around, settling towards a person whenever they look in a way that they could see him.