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The Hellfire Club, a good place for a drink if you are looking for something finer. Tarik was not one to drink a beer. Most beers today were disgusting unless you have a honey mead, which, is rare. A tall man walked in. He didn't look like he would be much of a problem but when do good looking men do. He had a grace to his step and confidence one could only gain through childhood. Confidence could make him a problem or could it not? <p.
Hard cherry wood was touched with ease as he stepped up to the var. A soft action of sniffing told him the people that were in the room and had passed through. One scent that mingled differently but it had something familiar. "I'll take a brandy, please," He turned his head, narrowed his eyes and concentrated on the smell. The jackal didn't like this. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up.<P><P>

The glass hit the counter gently. His hearing never missed the beat of the heart that belonged to the bar tender. He dressed in simple clothing, white shirt, black vest, and perfect combination that created the servant look. Tarik looked over his shoulder before he picked it up. "Thank you," he whispered. There was care if the man could hear him. Here he was lifted from the bull shit placement of second in command but the scent still made his mind race. Was the wayward animal found? Or was this something different? He looked around wondering who carried the scent. there were only a few men with women in their laps, sitting around. The scents of the wild were to pick out but they were even in check for a gentleman's club. His lip curled before he placed cup to his nose, a quick check for unfamiliar scents, before he titled the glass and let the liquid burn his throat.<P>

A possible Wolverine sighting was rare. To think, if Tarik found him, he would be the leader of Ravers. He wouldn't be second to that idiot. If he found and brought back Wanda he would own his own city. There were ambitions but he knew only a fool crossed Magneto. Now to relax a little. It was time to wait for pray that may or may not be here. The scent wasn't old and it wasn't perfectly fresh either.




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The days were cooling, becoming shorter, and smells came of leaves and decay. Fall was coming; it was nothing but a whisper away. The world was getting ready for it. Already apple festivals and more were appearing. Small sugar pumpkin could be seen in stores and apple cider had come in bulk. There was nothing sweeter than this human tradition of fall leaves and harvest. Tarik was no dummy to chilling winds and sunny days, living periodically in London he did see such things play out in more traditional format. The fairs made him smile and even in America the taste of honey mead took him back to those days. <P>
Thoughts and memories are one thing the fact that stood on the grounds were once he fought were another. The battle seemed to be fresh in his mind but he pushed it aside and absent mindedly touched his jacket where a blade sat ready if he should need it. Sabretooth had half the team elsewhere and he took the more interesting people with him. To have a conversation with some people was like talking to fourth graders; it was not his style at all. Honestly would admit that he missed Wanda. Her intelligence was as endless as her beauty but they seemed to see another side of the story. Humans needed gods and mutants were gods, Xavier’s teachings didn’t allow such thoughts that grandmother wove so neatly into his head. <P>
Tarik walked one, people stood there selling cakes and cider. It wasn’t a fair but it was the start of the harvest. The sweet smells lingered and masked over smells. A mutant woman was gracefully handing out samples of pumpkin cookies dipped in maple frosting. The scent was sinful alone. What sin would commit to eating the one she placed in his hand? A smile curled at the corners of his mouth before he took a bite, “perfection.” He finished the treat as he walked by her. His ears had picked up a new sound that was a little out of place. What was it?



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The day had been pleasing, warm, and sunny. It never felt like a shit storm would rise out of ashes that mutants and human had created. A man stood with a blade in his hand that could called a watchful gaze. A golden serpent was wrapped around his forearm. Handsome was a word that didn’t cut it. He was fine specimen for a mutant. If he was human he would have been considered model perfect. His mind would never be considered as intelligent at first sight but of a jock and beautiful one. He knew he had the appearance of a god and his grandmother made sure to tell him so all the time. This information made him a giant pain in the ass. Yes, he knew it. He was an alpha in the most possible way. It had been the fact that he lived under another man’s thumb was something he would have to endure. The vision he believed in.<P>
Tarik slipped on a black jacket and walked out the door. The smells hit him first. The rare scent of metal was the first thing to hit him. It caused a lot of smells to mix around him. He could pick out of them but many scents weren’t strong due to the city life. People walked. They traveled like mindless drones. The Raver licked his lips and moved with purpose. Tarik stood tall among the masses. He knew he was better than them. His destination was not far from the apartments. It happened to be a ten minute walk. If people didn’t weave front of the canine mutant his travel time would have been faster. Growls of annoyance rumbled in his throat. Too bad they were not against Magneto. There had been a few that could use their heads being ripped off. <P>
He arrived at the one of the government buildings. Sabretooth had been there. The animal cat-like scent could not easily be missed. He growled. Tarik didn’t like the fact that that creature ran the group. Something beautiful caught his nose. Hmmm? Now who was that? It was well known that the best smelling woman in the city was the most off limits, the Scarlet Witch. Even Tarik had to admit she was more appealing to the eye than he. A smile curled on his face for the day just got better. To follow nose would most likely lead to amazing things. Now where would he find the rose of the city?




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Meet Tarik Smith, better known as Anubis to most mutants. He's more canine than anything else and alpha at that. He constantly will be butting heads with Sabretooth. <P>

Tarik comes from different origins that most people. His parentage comes from the beautiful desert lands of the Nile and coastal sea of the South Africa. His grandmother taught him the ways of ancient people in Egypt. Hiding in the caves he learned of their gods and in England when they moved he mutated into black jackal. His grandmother claimed the gods blessed him and his grandfather made sure to keep him safe. <P>

The passed away after he graduated with doctrine in zoology. Soon after that he returned to his birth lands and studied his the jackal with greater ease. Than war broke out in America and Tarik listened. He saw the evil of the humans and quickly went to fight under Magneto. Win this war and he could possible spread it to Africa and put down the oppressor of his own people. <P>

Friends: He's confident rather friendly for the most part. He will make people feel safe around him. If he can he will get close to enemies so that they will pour their hearts out to him. He's the guy you really want to take the bar with you. He can easily make any dull moment a party.<P>

Enemies: He doesn't like humans and he doesn't like leaders since he is an alpha. He can be diplomatic like any good leader but when it comes down to the grit, he's one of the deadliest people that you will meet. Like any playful pup, he will play with his pup.<P>

Lovers: if and when he picks a lover it will be for life.

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<div style="font-size:9px;text-align:justify;width:220px;line-height:90%;margin-bottom:10px;"> My grandmother hailed from great lineage of the pyramids and my grandfather from the lands of South Africa. They moved because of World War 2 to London. He was a piolet, who joined the King’s Army but was wounded during a battle in the sky. He found my grandmother hiding in the reeds of the Nile. It almost seemed to be like a scene out of a Disney movie. That’s how I picture it. I have seen pictures of my grandmother when she was younger, when age didn’t riddle her with wrinkles, she was breathing taking. My grandfather was a handsome and decent man. He believed in fighting for what is right no matter what the consciences. Now, I understand, “what is right” is up to subjection. It’s what you believe is the right course of action. I grew up with my grandparents. I was raised by them. My mother was killed early in a car accident and I haven’t a clue to who my father may have been. We travelled. My grandfather was a worldly man. He love cultures and he love to teach. He taught me everything I know. I was homed schooled but I understand the world a lot better than most. I saw my grandparent’s homelands and became more than what I would be. <P>
My name is Tarik Smith and yes, I am a warrior for Magneto’s cause. I’m not one for the spotlight, so I was placed where I could do my best, in the Ravers. I saw thing I probably shouldn’t have seen as young man with dreams of becoming a great scientist, a zoologist of sorts. I love jackals. I was drawn to them on a different level. I always had dogs but this was a passion that different. My Grandmother said that it was gods that made me look to them. Anubis was watching over me. He was watching over me more than any one would ever know. The lord of death watching over me? Now there is where you pull in pride and where there is pride power follows. It did come. I was living in London at the time of my mutation. Running the cobble stone streets of some old time village north of London one of the many that could trace its lineage back to Romans. I was stopped by headaches the made me pass out. I woke in hospital. I knew America was having issues with mutants but whispers turned into normally spoken words. Was I tested? I thought that was only happening in America. The look on my Grandmother’s face was on of pride. My grandfather didn’t seem to believe it. I was never tested. These people didn’t need to know it. My headaches ended with the mutation as I learned how to deal with it. <P>
As a child, I didn’t go to your church. I didn’t believe in the god or gods as you did. Due pilgrimage and the need to hide my faith, I am typically quiet about it. I was taught the old ways: the ways of Egypt. Yes, Ra is the “head God” in my beliefs. We would meet yearly in desert to celebrate. We never went on feast days and what not for there was too much danger. As a child I learned how to wield the ancient weapons which I use today. It just makes me more deadly and that is what I like. I went to school to become a zoologist to understand the creature deep inside of me. I graduated right before Magneto called mutants to fight. The information boiled my blood. I was at risk in London as he listed other mutants being turned into guinea pigs. I had no ties. My grandparents were long dead. I knew I had one choice. The God of Dead needed to be at Magneto’s side. I find him different. There is in air of fear in his soul and heart about what was going on. He feared the injustice would surge to that of the holocaust. I remember the hallow feeling of the camps from field trips. I felt for him and the fact he didn’t want it happen again to his people. To me it was noble. <P>
Let any good dog I took my station and listened to my commander’s orders. I was never tested for an X-Gene. Europe found no reason to do that. I moved to the United States and here I am. I’m a Raver, a killer that will hunt those that do harm to my leader.

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Zoologist: Tarik graduated with a zoology doctrine before the war. His core study was in canine's.He can read mutants with animal imitation and understand what they are trying to say with nothing but body language. <P>

Knowledge of Ancient Egypt: Tarik has an unparalleled understanding of Egypt. He is a follower of an Egyptian cult that his grandmother introduced him too. He understands the ways of the people and their ability to fight. Tarik often is seen with E Egyptian weapons.<P>

Hand to Hand Combat: Given his animal abilities and his his training in the occult, Tarik can more than just hold his own. He plow the road if he needed too. <P>

Alpha Personality: Tarik is a natural born leader. He hates that Sabretooth is leading the pack. He constantly challenges his leadership.

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Animal Imitation:<br>
Tarik’s body language and hypersensitive nature is due to the fact that his mutation intimates that of animals. He has the ability to read their body language is uncanny. Tarik’s body imitations are that of a canine. Vocally, he can create all warning signs, barks and whines. <p>
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He has the nose of a bloodhound, the keen eyes sight of a sled dog and ability to hear like all good dogs. <p>
Color Blind:<br>
Due to his imitation of canines it is known that he is colorblind. He can see yellows and blues without a problem. Reds and oranges appear to be yellow and green looks white. In contrast to this color blindness, Anubis has more rods in his eyes than cones. This allows him to see better in the dark. The rods allow for a greater difference in shades of grey. He sees movement better than stillness. <P>
Smell<br> He has a very sensitive nose. In fact, in a fight he's very protective of it. Like all canine's he does often explore with his nose. His other senses come in in helping him explore. The organ that is responsible for the sense of smell is larger in Tarik. It grows larger in his Anubis form. He has the sense of smell that is well honed in. At times he can get carried away with an interesting smell. <P>
Hearing<br>Only octaves above a humans, Tarik's hearing is actually rather good. High pitched sounds he can hear can put him down. <P>
Touch<br>His most sensitive area of touch is nose. <P>
Taste<br> To aid in his sense of smell Tarik uses his sense of taste to help determine factors such as age of a smell. <P>
Anubis<br>
Tarik’s main ability is to transform into an Anubis warrior. He cannot transform into a full jackal. In this form his body becomes covered with a fine black fur, his facial bones transform, and ears turn into that of a jackal’s. Transformation of the face and tail bone are painful due to the breaking and refusing of bone and tissue but his speed in changing does not allow for much pain to stay. It’s the initial stab and throb that used to knock him off his feet. Now he can deal with it. <P>
Strength <br>
In his Anubis form he is stronger than in his human form. His muscles are denser and he gains about fifty pounds of pure muscles. He can lift up to one ton. <P>
Speed<br>
Like a jackal, he finds that speed is an important ally to his cause. However, the weight does slow him down a little. He can maintain speeds up to nine miles per hour. He is better as a longer distance runner. He can run for a two hours without stopping or feeling fatigue. <p>
Claws<br>
In form, Anubis has two inch hand claws and three inch hind claws. He isn’t one to use them to cut another person. His hind claws are used to grip into the earth when he runs.<P>
Tail<br> A long tail helps him balance as he runs. <P>
Healing Factor<br>
Due the fact that his transformation is a painful process of ripping muscles and breaking bones, he has a healing factor that only deals with his shifts.






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