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The Sorrow Clan
Agents of the Royal Wyse Vampires
A Vampire Clan
The Sorrow Clan is the main security force for the Royal Wyse vampires. While they are not royals themselves, their family has been alive for many centuries, always in service and under the shadow of the Wyse.
The Clan is regulated in a very militaristic way. They control the populace through fear and oppression, with agents and sleeper cells planted all around the world for their intelligence gathering. Some of their number specializes in brute force while others are more covert, like assassins. Their operatives use a plethora of skills to accomplish all duties in espionage, sabotage, assassination, and interrogation. While they guard and watch over the Royals, they also infiltrate others to collect information and be in the know for things around their world.
The Sorrow is led by the General Father of the Clan. His wife, siblings, children, nieces, nephews, grandchildren, and so on are all born vampires who serve within the ranks of their operation. When the General Father dies or is retired, the Heir is appointed in his place, always a male family member. Any turned vampires who are inducted into the family are treated lesser, put in lower positions, and never have the chance of being heir. They may marry into the family officially, but will never be fully recognized as pure Sayrrow.
Head Leaders/Generals: Sorrow Family
Branches:
- Special Armed Forces - The Strike Force - : The Sayr Family
- Intelligence, Espionage, and Sabotage - The Serpent Force - : The Meaxu Family
- Royal Gaurd - The Tower Force - : The Valencia Family
Agents of the Royal Wyse Vampires
A Vampire Clan
The Sorrow Clan is the main security force for the Royal Wyse vampires. While they are not royals themselves, their family has been alive for many centuries, always in service and under the shadow of the Wyse.
The Clan is regulated in a very militaristic way. They control the populace through fear and oppression, with agents and sleeper cells planted all around the world for their intelligence gathering. Some of their number specializes in brute force while others are more covert, like assassins. Their operatives use a plethora of skills to accomplish all duties in espionage, sabotage, assassination, and interrogation. While they guard and watch over the Royals, they also infiltrate others to collect information and be in the know for things around their world.
The Sorrow is led by the General Father of the Clan. His wife, siblings, children, nieces, nephews, grandchildren, and so on are all born vampires who serve within the ranks of their operation. When the General Father dies or is retired, the Heir is appointed in his place, always a male family member. Any turned vampires who are inducted into the family are treated lesser, put in lower positions, and never have the chance of being heir. They may marry into the family officially, but will never be fully recognized as pure Sayrrow.
Head Leaders/Generals: Sorrow Family
Branches:
- Special Armed Forces - The Strike Force - : The Sayr Family
- Intelligence, Espionage, and Sabotage - The Serpent Force - : The Meaxu Family
- Royal Gaurd - The Tower Force - : The Valencia Family
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Name/Nickname: Talos Sorrow
Age/Birthday: 250 (25), March 12
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Vampire (born)
Current living place: Century Lasting
Rank/Role/Occupation: Sorrow Clan General Father
Hair: Long, rich, chocolate brown.
Eyes: Brilliant flaming green color with red centers.
Skin: Tanned
Height: Tall
Build: Muscular and lean. pro-swimmer type body.
Prominent features: Has a large nose. Massive scar tissue buildup around his neck and shoulders
General health: Excellent
Current health problems or chronic conditions: none
Talents: combat, espionage, stealth, infiltration, sabotage, intelligence
Flaws: his inexperience can lead to mistakes
Magical abilities: vampiric
Advantages: combat, connections, blood ties, skills
Disabilities: Pssh, he has no disabilities.
Family: coming soon
Friends: some
Rivals: many
Relationship status: married
Significant past events: Classified.
Age/Birthday: 250 (25), March 12
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Vampire (born)
Current living place: Century Lasting
Rank/Role/Occupation: Sorrow Clan General Father
Hair: Long, rich, chocolate brown.
Eyes: Brilliant flaming green color with red centers.
Skin: Tanned
Height: Tall
Build: Muscular and lean. pro-swimmer type body.
Prominent features: Has a large nose. Massive scar tissue buildup around his neck and shoulders
General health: Excellent
Current health problems or chronic conditions: none
Talents: combat, espionage, stealth, infiltration, sabotage, intelligence
Flaws: his inexperience can lead to mistakes
Magical abilities: vampiric
Advantages: combat, connections, blood ties, skills
Disabilities: Pssh, he has no disabilities.
Family: coming soon
Friends: some
Rivals: many
Relationship status: married
Significant past events: Classified.
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Lelouch Early
Name/Nickname: Lelouch Early
Age/Birthday: 8, March 29
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Werefox
Current living place: n/a
Rank/Role/Occupation: none
Hair: long, dark brown
Eyes: large, amber
Skin: white
Height: average
Build: small and thin
Prominent features: those soul piercing eyes
General health: poor
Current health problems or chronic conditions: none
Talents: sneaky
Flaws: spoiled, mean temper, anxiety
Magical abilities: turn into a fox
Advantages: none
Disabilities: none
Family: none
Friends: none
Rivals: none
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: Turned into a werefox.
Lelouch Early is a little werefox turned. He is eight years old. When he was human, he came across as a brat, always demanding and pushing and bullying. He was a very spoiled, very rich kid of an important family. At least when he was human. His parents never had time for him, but they let him get and do whatever he wanted. He was never happy though. Spoiled children never are. He has major anxiety and a mean temper. He can be very straightforward, blunt, and unfeeling. He has no regard for others and cares only for himself and his creator. He'd never admit to it though. He shows a lot of open resentment towards his creator, but he does follow them around. He hates the idea of being a burden, so he does what he's told. Sometimes. He won't open up to people. Ever. His thoughts are all his own.
Name/Nickname: Lelouch Early
Age/Birthday: 8, March 29
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Werefox
Current living place: n/a
Rank/Role/Occupation: none
Hair: long, dark brown
Eyes: large, amber
Skin: white
Height: average
Build: small and thin
Prominent features: those soul piercing eyes
General health: poor
Current health problems or chronic conditions: none
Talents: sneaky
Flaws: spoiled, mean temper, anxiety
Magical abilities: turn into a fox
Advantages: none
Disabilities: none
Family: none
Friends: none
Rivals: none
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: Turned into a werefox.
Lelouch Early is a little werefox turned. He is eight years old. When he was human, he came across as a brat, always demanding and pushing and bullying. He was a very spoiled, very rich kid of an important family. At least when he was human. His parents never had time for him, but they let him get and do whatever he wanted. He was never happy though. Spoiled children never are. He has major anxiety and a mean temper. He can be very straightforward, blunt, and unfeeling. He has no regard for others and cares only for himself and his creator. He'd never admit to it though. He shows a lot of open resentment towards his creator, but he does follow them around. He hates the idea of being a burden, so he does what he's told. Sometimes. He won't open up to people. Ever. His thoughts are all his own.
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Name/Nickname: Kieran Draevis
Age/Birthday: 18, February 14
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Vampire - Turned
Current living place: x
Rank/Role/Occupation: none
Hair: Dark brown, long past his shoulders, very straight and flowing
Eyes: Brilliant, blood red color
Skin: Lightly tanned
Height: Average
Build: Muscular but more compact, not terribly buff, but definitely strong
Prominent features: butterfly tattoo between his shoulder blades
General health: Fair
Current health problems or chronic conditions: unknown
Talents: stuff
Flaws: stuff
Magical abilities: stuff
Advantages: more stuff
Disabilities: -
Family: Adrian Draevis (brother), Garsif Draevis (father), Isis Draevis (mother)
Friends: none
Rivals: none
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: Was bitten and turned into a vampire by Tristan Wyse.
Age/Birthday: 18, February 14
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Vampire - Turned
Current living place: x
Rank/Role/Occupation: none
Hair: Dark brown, long past his shoulders, very straight and flowing
Eyes: Brilliant, blood red color
Skin: Lightly tanned
Height: Average
Build: Muscular but more compact, not terribly buff, but definitely strong
Prominent features: butterfly tattoo between his shoulder blades
General health: Fair
Current health problems or chronic conditions: unknown
Talents: stuff
Flaws: stuff
Magical abilities: stuff
Advantages: more stuff
Disabilities: -
Family: Adrian Draevis (brother), Garsif Draevis (father), Isis Draevis (mother)
Friends: none
Rivals: none
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: Was bitten and turned into a vampire by Tristan Wyse.
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Name/Nickname: Denholm Absinthe
Age/Birthday: 29, August 5
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Human
Current living place: etc
Rank/Role/Occupation:
Hair: Long and blonde. He tries keeping it short, but it grows very fast.
Eyes: Gray with a slight green sheen to it.
Skin: Tanned
Height: Average height
Build: Athletic
Prominent features: none
General health: good
Current health problems or chronic conditions: unknown
Talents: persuasion, strategics, deduction
Flaws: cold, methodical, cruel
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: leadership, wealth, influence, power
Disabilities: Classified
Family: Cedric (brother)
Friends: some
Rivals: plenty
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: Classified
Age/Birthday: 29, August 5
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Human
Current living place: etc
Rank/Role/Occupation:
Hair: Long and blonde. He tries keeping it short, but it grows very fast.
Eyes: Gray with a slight green sheen to it.
Skin: Tanned
Height: Average height
Build: Athletic
Prominent features: none
General health: good
Current health problems or chronic conditions: unknown
Talents: persuasion, strategics, deduction
Flaws: cold, methodical, cruel
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: leadership, wealth, influence, power
Disabilities: Classified
Family: Cedric (brother)
Friends: some
Rivals: plenty
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: Classified
Name/Nickname: AICHITS-H-1, "Satoshi"
Artificially Intelligent Cybernetic Humanoid Information Technologies System - Hacker - 1 Age/Birthday: appears 10 Gender/Sex: assigned male Race: Android Current living place: Absinthe Repairs Rank/Role/Occupation: Informant Hair: Gray Eyes: Blue green Skin: Fair Height: short Build: waif-like Prominent features: occasionally exposed robotic parts due to injuries General health: acceptable Current health problems or chronic conditions: unspecified Talents: hacking, sabotage, memorization Flaws: 'clumsy', not human, low morality sense, very robotic Magical abilities: none Advantages: intelligence technologies, hacking, sabotage Disabilities: faulty coordination programs lead to 'clumsy' nature, repeated mishaps cause injuries Family: none Friends: none Rivals: none Relationship status: none Significant past events: Being a faulty product, it seemed this droid was beyond repair. Scheduled to be recycled, Cedric fished it out and decided to use it. |
Name/Nickname: AICHCS-C-1, "Medan"
Artificially Intelligent Cybernetic Humanoid Combat System - Combat - 1 Age/Birthday: appears 15 Gender/Sex: assigned male Race: Android Current living place: Absinthe Repairs Rank/Role/Occupation: Informant Hair: Shoulder length, brown with slight orange highlights mixed in Eyes: Dark gray, nearly black Skin: lightly tan Height: average Build: lean Prominent features: translucent skin that shows the bones underneath General health: acceptable Current health problems or chronic conditions: unspecified Talents: various martial arts proficiency, hand-eye coordination, home ec skills Flaws: mimics the attachment of its master which is considered a manipulative play of his emotions, does not hold back in fights Magical abilities: none Advantages: combat, intelligence, learning capabilities, Disabilities: none currently Family: none Friends: none Rivals: none Relationship status: none Significant past events: His handler was not the greatest or the brightest within the organization, and he often damaged the droid without getting it proper repairs. Medan was eventually scheduled to be scrapped when Cedric retrieved him from the recycling bin. |
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Baithin Caverly
protector witch leader
lawful evil
Name/Nickname: Baithin Caverly
Age/Birthday: 36, February 23
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Protector Witch
Current living place: x
Rank/Role/Occupation: Protector Witch Leader
Hair: Long and wavy, blonde
Eyes: Gray, stony
Skin: Tan
Height: Average height
Build: Lean and well proportioned
Prominent features: none
General health: Good
Current health problems or chronic conditions: none
Talents: Manipulative. Strategist and tactician.
Flaws: Rather evil. A bit heartless. Looks out for himself and those under his wing rather than the common good of others. Is more protective of his own people than others. Is not very compassionate or merciful.
Magical abilities: Protector witch
Advantages: Has plenty of informants and allies, keeping him in the know.
Disabilities: none really
Family: Legend (nephew), Vigilante (nephew), Lavinia (niece), Leander (nephew)
Friends: enough
Rivals: plenty
Relationship status: married (?)
Significant past events: none really
protector witch leader
lawful evil
Name/Nickname: Baithin Caverly
Age/Birthday: 36, February 23
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Protector Witch
Current living place: x
Rank/Role/Occupation: Protector Witch Leader
Hair: Long and wavy, blonde
Eyes: Gray, stony
Skin: Tan
Height: Average height
Build: Lean and well proportioned
Prominent features: none
General health: Good
Current health problems or chronic conditions: none
Talents: Manipulative. Strategist and tactician.
Flaws: Rather evil. A bit heartless. Looks out for himself and those under his wing rather than the common good of others. Is more protective of his own people than others. Is not very compassionate or merciful.
Magical abilities: Protector witch
Advantages: Has plenty of informants and allies, keeping him in the know.
Disabilities: none really
Family: Legend (nephew), Vigilante (nephew), Lavinia (niece), Leander (nephew)
Friends: enough
Rivals: plenty
Relationship status: married (?)
Significant past events: none really
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Zeke Romulus
Name/Nickname: Zeke Romulus
Age/Birthday: 24, January 20
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Mer
Current living place: the sea
Rank/Role/Occupation: n/a
Hair: color of liquid gold
Eyes: amber depths with rings of emerald around the pupils
Skin: tanned
Height: tall but not overly so, just enough to be intimidating if he wants
Build: strong and muscular, but leaned out because of the swimming
Prominent features: none
General health: good
Current health problems or chronic conditions: none
Talents: Adaptable, good fighter, fast and agile, good at navigation.
Flaws: no true moral restraints, often overconfident, vainglorious
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: venomous fangs, blood thristy berserker, underwater breathing
Disabilities: cannot leave water for extended periods of time
Family: none
Friends: Cleopatra Romanov
Rivals: none
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: none
Zeke appears to be very fiery, contradictory to his watery home. His hair is a very beautiful shade of gold, almost like the actual metal of it if it were in semi-liquid form and without the harsh shine. But it gleams and flows and shines in the sunlight. It is soft to the touch, like fine silk or perhaps cashmere. He keeps it to his shoulders and it always gets so messy, what with all the swimming and lying on the beach or large rocks. It falls in his face sometimes or gets a bit too long, and then he cuts it with a knife or shark tooth. But then it continues looking good, complimenting his face and highlighting his eyes. The eyes are what people look at most; when they talk to others face to face, when they really want to see or know someone. Zeke has eyes that could be described as captivating in all their strangeness and desirable intrigue. Slightly narrowed, but vibrant and bright, full of life and his free spirit. As if he could conquer the world with just a look. It is not arrogance, simply his bliss. And his eyes, amber depths with rings of emerald, they show that spirit; wild and glimmering like the stars. Zeke is tall, not overly so. Just tall enough to seem impressive without appearing a giant. He reaches a good six foot one or two, longer with his tail, but then one is counting length and not height. Despite his appearance, he is strong. Very strong. Perhaps one of the strongest of his kind. He is lean and very muscular, with solid limbs and a hardy torso. But he is not so cold as some might think, no. Even for a mer, his skin is rather warm. A comfortable warm, a warmth one could sink into. He is well tanned for having spent all his life on beaches and the water as well as in it where the sun is strong . It is almost a golden bronze color, like caramel. Just as soft looking and tantalizing to touch. Zeke Romulus is a very strange sort of mer. Viscous, per his kind's tendencies, he does indeed bear the same blood thirst and hunger of the mer. However, he actually comes across as very friendly, open, and optimistic. Even his prey do not suspect his non tendencies, and his non-mer friends never really consider the notion he might harm them until it’s far too late. At first glance, thinking of him as a mer is the last thought on anyone's minds. He's far too kind, too gentle, too caring. He has a heart of gold and a willingness to do anything for anyone. His compassion and self-sacrifice leave hardly any room for dark intentions. Some may say he has a bubbly personality, minus the flamboyance. Nothing can seem to tear him down. Nothing can seem to uproot him from his happiness. It's true and false at the same time, depending on how you really look at him. Zeke is a very different person. He has many layers to himself and each one is more complex than the first the deeper down one goes. The core of himself has never been exposed, and probably never will. He is clever like that. He hates it when others know of what he is capable of. It makes him feel exposed and vulnerable. He would rather leave them guessing and struggling to wrap their minds around the whole that makes up Zeke than knowing exactly what to expect and ascertain. Zeke is never one to boast of his strong points. He keeps them as aces up his sleeve, pulling out knowledge and abilities whenever the time calls for them, and only then or when no one is around to witness. He is a very studious mer, in that, when most mer are more taken in with the marine life, state of the ocean, and movement of prey, he is wandering the coasts in human form, visiting libraries and schools and wandering the streets. Reading, watching, listening, learning. He is always thirsting for knowledge and trying to discover more about the entire world he is in, not just the waters where he was born. Oh yes, he loves his ocean home something fierce. He must always be near water, not just to live, but it is his one sense of security and happiness. But though the ocean contains billions of mysteries humankind cannot begin to grasp, he wants to know of the billions of things humans know and think and understand that those of his kind cannot hope to. Through all his traveling and observing, he has become a master of change. He cannot change what he really is, but he can change to adjust to the circumstances. He can easily adapt to any situation, take on any role, act any way that is necessary for the circumstances, making him a very formidable opponent and phenomenal ally, both in mind and body. But despite all these things, Zeke is very easy prey. One would not think so after hearing all that he excels in, but when the core of his flaws remains to be himself. One is ones own worst enemy after all. His flaws are in his inability to be human. He has no true moral restraints: stealing, lying, murdering; and not just for the sake of survival but for the sake of his own comforts when he goes wandering the wide world trying to take on the knowledge he desires. He has murdered hundreds throughout his life, more than was necessary outside of being a food source. He is far too overconfident in his own abilities, which results in his limits being breached and all his vain attempts crumbling around him without hope of reform or results. He does not understand why this happens as he neither tried to discover why or had anyone approach him on the subject. His overconfidence also gives him an immortal complex. He believes he cannot be harmed by others or will lose in a conquest for the simple reason that he thinks he can overpower anything that presents itself as a challenge. He can be called naïve and perhaps arrogant, but never proud. Never that. His sense of self-esteem is low enough to be crippling, and more often than not, it does. It cripples him and never lets up. He cannot recover from thoughts of self-loathing or loss of self worth, and they just build upon each other over and over again. One day it will come crashing in on him. He would never let anyone know this. Never. He can get very attached to people, and has a psychotic way of viewing relationships. He will be friends with one in a moment, but the next, they are his mortal enemy. Then again, a close friend. He turns and turns as a whirlpool. He becomes unpredictable and unrelenting. He loves nothing absolutely save one person. This love nullifies any chance of other relationships, before even making itself clear that the love is returned to him in the same manner. This complete immersion into an unrequited amore could surely be the end of him. The party receiving this affection perchance does not know of his feelings, and probably will not for the longest time, as he is hardly aware of how intense this feeling is. Some may perceive this as an obsessive infatuation, but it really and truly is love. It is a deeper and higher kind of love that Zeke himself is incapable of understanding. It is the sort of love that makes one feel fractured when the significant other is not with them. It is the sort of love that consumes their mind, body, and soul. Such is what Zeke feels and such is what is preventing him from finding such a love ever again. And to whom is this love for? Her name is Cleopatra Romanov, a mer much like him in form though not in mind, and infinitely magnified in beauty, so he perceives and so others have as well. But whereas the beauty he sees is both her inner and outer extravagance, others do not tend to know what he knows. Perhaps this love Zeke bears for her truly is enough to kill him, for it has already taken control of his very being.
Name/Nickname: Zeke Romulus
Age/Birthday: 24, January 20
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Mer
Current living place: the sea
Rank/Role/Occupation: n/a
Hair: color of liquid gold
Eyes: amber depths with rings of emerald around the pupils
Skin: tanned
Height: tall but not overly so, just enough to be intimidating if he wants
Build: strong and muscular, but leaned out because of the swimming
Prominent features: none
General health: good
Current health problems or chronic conditions: none
Talents: Adaptable, good fighter, fast and agile, good at navigation.
Flaws: no true moral restraints, often overconfident, vainglorious
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: venomous fangs, blood thristy berserker, underwater breathing
Disabilities: cannot leave water for extended periods of time
Family: none
Friends: Cleopatra Romanov
Rivals: none
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: none
Zeke appears to be very fiery, contradictory to his watery home. His hair is a very beautiful shade of gold, almost like the actual metal of it if it were in semi-liquid form and without the harsh shine. But it gleams and flows and shines in the sunlight. It is soft to the touch, like fine silk or perhaps cashmere. He keeps it to his shoulders and it always gets so messy, what with all the swimming and lying on the beach or large rocks. It falls in his face sometimes or gets a bit too long, and then he cuts it with a knife or shark tooth. But then it continues looking good, complimenting his face and highlighting his eyes. The eyes are what people look at most; when they talk to others face to face, when they really want to see or know someone. Zeke has eyes that could be described as captivating in all their strangeness and desirable intrigue. Slightly narrowed, but vibrant and bright, full of life and his free spirit. As if he could conquer the world with just a look. It is not arrogance, simply his bliss. And his eyes, amber depths with rings of emerald, they show that spirit; wild and glimmering like the stars. Zeke is tall, not overly so. Just tall enough to seem impressive without appearing a giant. He reaches a good six foot one or two, longer with his tail, but then one is counting length and not height. Despite his appearance, he is strong. Very strong. Perhaps one of the strongest of his kind. He is lean and very muscular, with solid limbs and a hardy torso. But he is not so cold as some might think, no. Even for a mer, his skin is rather warm. A comfortable warm, a warmth one could sink into. He is well tanned for having spent all his life on beaches and the water as well as in it where the sun is strong . It is almost a golden bronze color, like caramel. Just as soft looking and tantalizing to touch. Zeke Romulus is a very strange sort of mer. Viscous, per his kind's tendencies, he does indeed bear the same blood thirst and hunger of the mer. However, he actually comes across as very friendly, open, and optimistic. Even his prey do not suspect his non tendencies, and his non-mer friends never really consider the notion he might harm them until it’s far too late. At first glance, thinking of him as a mer is the last thought on anyone's minds. He's far too kind, too gentle, too caring. He has a heart of gold and a willingness to do anything for anyone. His compassion and self-sacrifice leave hardly any room for dark intentions. Some may say he has a bubbly personality, minus the flamboyance. Nothing can seem to tear him down. Nothing can seem to uproot him from his happiness. It's true and false at the same time, depending on how you really look at him. Zeke is a very different person. He has many layers to himself and each one is more complex than the first the deeper down one goes. The core of himself has never been exposed, and probably never will. He is clever like that. He hates it when others know of what he is capable of. It makes him feel exposed and vulnerable. He would rather leave them guessing and struggling to wrap their minds around the whole that makes up Zeke than knowing exactly what to expect and ascertain. Zeke is never one to boast of his strong points. He keeps them as aces up his sleeve, pulling out knowledge and abilities whenever the time calls for them, and only then or when no one is around to witness. He is a very studious mer, in that, when most mer are more taken in with the marine life, state of the ocean, and movement of prey, he is wandering the coasts in human form, visiting libraries and schools and wandering the streets. Reading, watching, listening, learning. He is always thirsting for knowledge and trying to discover more about the entire world he is in, not just the waters where he was born. Oh yes, he loves his ocean home something fierce. He must always be near water, not just to live, but it is his one sense of security and happiness. But though the ocean contains billions of mysteries humankind cannot begin to grasp, he wants to know of the billions of things humans know and think and understand that those of his kind cannot hope to. Through all his traveling and observing, he has become a master of change. He cannot change what he really is, but he can change to adjust to the circumstances. He can easily adapt to any situation, take on any role, act any way that is necessary for the circumstances, making him a very formidable opponent and phenomenal ally, both in mind and body. But despite all these things, Zeke is very easy prey. One would not think so after hearing all that he excels in, but when the core of his flaws remains to be himself. One is ones own worst enemy after all. His flaws are in his inability to be human. He has no true moral restraints: stealing, lying, murdering; and not just for the sake of survival but for the sake of his own comforts when he goes wandering the wide world trying to take on the knowledge he desires. He has murdered hundreds throughout his life, more than was necessary outside of being a food source. He is far too overconfident in his own abilities, which results in his limits being breached and all his vain attempts crumbling around him without hope of reform or results. He does not understand why this happens as he neither tried to discover why or had anyone approach him on the subject. His overconfidence also gives him an immortal complex. He believes he cannot be harmed by others or will lose in a conquest for the simple reason that he thinks he can overpower anything that presents itself as a challenge. He can be called naïve and perhaps arrogant, but never proud. Never that. His sense of self-esteem is low enough to be crippling, and more often than not, it does. It cripples him and never lets up. He cannot recover from thoughts of self-loathing or loss of self worth, and they just build upon each other over and over again. One day it will come crashing in on him. He would never let anyone know this. Never. He can get very attached to people, and has a psychotic way of viewing relationships. He will be friends with one in a moment, but the next, they are his mortal enemy. Then again, a close friend. He turns and turns as a whirlpool. He becomes unpredictable and unrelenting. He loves nothing absolutely save one person. This love nullifies any chance of other relationships, before even making itself clear that the love is returned to him in the same manner. This complete immersion into an unrequited amore could surely be the end of him. The party receiving this affection perchance does not know of his feelings, and probably will not for the longest time, as he is hardly aware of how intense this feeling is. Some may perceive this as an obsessive infatuation, but it really and truly is love. It is a deeper and higher kind of love that Zeke himself is incapable of understanding. It is the sort of love that makes one feel fractured when the significant other is not with them. It is the sort of love that consumes their mind, body, and soul. Such is what Zeke feels and such is what is preventing him from finding such a love ever again. And to whom is this love for? Her name is Cleopatra Romanov, a mer much like him in form though not in mind, and infinitely magnified in beauty, so he perceives and so others have as well. But whereas the beauty he sees is both her inner and outer extravagance, others do not tend to know what he knows. Perhaps this love Zeke bears for her truly is enough to kill him, for it has already taken control of his very being.
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Name/Nickname: Taggerung Savine
Age/Birthday: 17, July 16
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Werewolf Born
Current living place: x
Rank/Role/Occupation: n/a
Hair: Ashen gray. Faded from black.
Eyes: Dead in their stare. A pale coral mixed with gold.
Skin: Very pale
Height: average, five foot eleven
Build: Anorexic
Prominent features: none
General health: Very poor
Current health problems or chronic conditions: Anorexic, depressed, suicidal
Talents: Strong and bold, defiant and brave. Strong survival skills.
Flaws: Self-loathing and mentally unstable. Obsession an d treating those he turns or is in relationships with as his possessions rather than living, feeling beings.
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: His wolf form, but it is becoming weaker as he does.
Disabilities: His trigger is pain
Family: none
Friends: sort-of Shira
Rivals: many
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: none
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Strong and bold. Defiant and brave. Such is Taggerung. He came from a world where it was survival of the fittest, from a family that didn't know what it really meant to be one, from a place where if the cold and the hunger didn't claim you, the other wolves surely would. Being a werewolf was never easy on Taggerung Savine, and since then, he has never really expected such out of anything in life. He has come to understand that nothing worth having comes without struggles, and he embraces the travesties and the battles as he may face them.
Taggerung is very unstable though he doesn't know it himself. Having lived so long in a degrading society that denied him love and nurturing care, he succumbed to suppressing his feelings. Such psychological trauma traumatized him and twisted his views of emotions into complex and irrevocable concepts. He sees people, especially those he turns, as possessions, and he will treat them as such. He is oppressive and controlling to those he enters relationships with, and they consider it a burden to be associated with him. In short, friendships and romance last very briefly. Even his own creations seem to despise him. The main issue here is not that they do, it is that Taggerung doesn't understand why. He knows he pushes them away and that they wish to be gone from him, but he can't fathom what it is about himself that causes this. As the years go by, he becomes more and more certain that he needs them and that he simply cannot let them go. It is highly unfair on those he turns, but he is desperate to keep them as everyone else he has ever given himself over to love has abandoned him. If he cannot keep them willingly, he will keep them by force.
His inherent wish above all is to die. The only reason he hasn't committed suicide is the fact he is terrified of pain. Terrified to the point he will literally pass out or even become hysterical no matter the amount of it he feels. It can be linked to events in his past, but as he's blocked all from memory as his brain's automatic instinct to survive, he doesn't understand where this fear comes from and considers himself as a coward for it. He is determined to die though, and so he is slowly but surely starving himself to death. If one removed his bulky clothing, they would see a skeleton underneath. Some would call it simple anorexia. But it's not. It's more than that. Taggerung is determined to go and go and keep going and never stop until he's damn sure it's too late, and then he'll keep going until it's over. He's determined to die. This, for some reason, was his best thought up way to achieve that. No simple bullet, no hangman's noose, no electric current in water. He's worried he'll miss. He's worried it will malfunction or break or not be enough. But this is perfect, because he'll be so destroyed there will be no turning back.
Is this really Taggerung? Is this really all that's left of him? No one knows.
Taggerung is about seventeen years old though he never acts that way. He is of average height at five foot eleven. His skin is very pale for lack of sunlight, and he's dangerously thin due to his anorexia. His hair was once a rich, startling black, but from all the damage he's doing to himself, it's turned an ashy, metallic blue-gray, fading to silver at the ends. The silver is genetically inherited as a premature graying mutation. However, it seems almost unnatural as it only fades at the ends and not the roots. His eyes are much like those of his wolf: a pale, coral gold. They are as dead as the rest of him looks. In his were form, Taggerung is a large, strong wolf with black and gray fur with hints of dark brown scattered throughout. His muzzle, legs, underbelly, and some patches on his back are white. His eyes are a pale coral-gold. His trigger is physical, and involves him hearing a sound that irritates him. Through varied tests, white noise turned out to be the best.
Age/Birthday: 17, July 16
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Werewolf Born
Current living place: x
Rank/Role/Occupation: n/a
Hair: Ashen gray. Faded from black.
Eyes: Dead in their stare. A pale coral mixed with gold.
Skin: Very pale
Height: average, five foot eleven
Build: Anorexic
Prominent features: none
General health: Very poor
Current health problems or chronic conditions: Anorexic, depressed, suicidal
Talents: Strong and bold, defiant and brave. Strong survival skills.
Flaws: Self-loathing and mentally unstable. Obsession an d treating those he turns or is in relationships with as his possessions rather than living, feeling beings.
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: His wolf form, but it is becoming weaker as he does.
Disabilities: His trigger is pain
Family: none
Friends: sort-of Shira
Rivals: many
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: none
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Strong and bold. Defiant and brave. Such is Taggerung. He came from a world where it was survival of the fittest, from a family that didn't know what it really meant to be one, from a place where if the cold and the hunger didn't claim you, the other wolves surely would. Being a werewolf was never easy on Taggerung Savine, and since then, he has never really expected such out of anything in life. He has come to understand that nothing worth having comes without struggles, and he embraces the travesties and the battles as he may face them.
Taggerung is very unstable though he doesn't know it himself. Having lived so long in a degrading society that denied him love and nurturing care, he succumbed to suppressing his feelings. Such psychological trauma traumatized him and twisted his views of emotions into complex and irrevocable concepts. He sees people, especially those he turns, as possessions, and he will treat them as such. He is oppressive and controlling to those he enters relationships with, and they consider it a burden to be associated with him. In short, friendships and romance last very briefly. Even his own creations seem to despise him. The main issue here is not that they do, it is that Taggerung doesn't understand why. He knows he pushes them away and that they wish to be gone from him, but he can't fathom what it is about himself that causes this. As the years go by, he becomes more and more certain that he needs them and that he simply cannot let them go. It is highly unfair on those he turns, but he is desperate to keep them as everyone else he has ever given himself over to love has abandoned him. If he cannot keep them willingly, he will keep them by force.
His inherent wish above all is to die. The only reason he hasn't committed suicide is the fact he is terrified of pain. Terrified to the point he will literally pass out or even become hysterical no matter the amount of it he feels. It can be linked to events in his past, but as he's blocked all from memory as his brain's automatic instinct to survive, he doesn't understand where this fear comes from and considers himself as a coward for it. He is determined to die though, and so he is slowly but surely starving himself to death. If one removed his bulky clothing, they would see a skeleton underneath. Some would call it simple anorexia. But it's not. It's more than that. Taggerung is determined to go and go and keep going and never stop until he's damn sure it's too late, and then he'll keep going until it's over. He's determined to die. This, for some reason, was his best thought up way to achieve that. No simple bullet, no hangman's noose, no electric current in water. He's worried he'll miss. He's worried it will malfunction or break or not be enough. But this is perfect, because he'll be so destroyed there will be no turning back.
Is this really Taggerung? Is this really all that's left of him? No one knows.
Taggerung is about seventeen years old though he never acts that way. He is of average height at five foot eleven. His skin is very pale for lack of sunlight, and he's dangerously thin due to his anorexia. His hair was once a rich, startling black, but from all the damage he's doing to himself, it's turned an ashy, metallic blue-gray, fading to silver at the ends. The silver is genetically inherited as a premature graying mutation. However, it seems almost unnatural as it only fades at the ends and not the roots. His eyes are much like those of his wolf: a pale, coral gold. They are as dead as the rest of him looks. In his were form, Taggerung is a large, strong wolf with black and gray fur with hints of dark brown scattered throughout. His muzzle, legs, underbelly, and some patches on his back are white. His eyes are a pale coral-gold. His trigger is physical, and involves him hearing a sound that irritates him. Through varied tests, white noise turned out to be the best.
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Name/Nickname: Mauser Bataleur
Age/Birthday: 17, April 25
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Witch - protector
Current living place:
Rank/Role/Occupation: Protector of Morgan
Hair: Ashen gray. Short and silky. Falls across his face. Very thin strands like spider silk, but lots of it.
Eyes: One. A very intense emerald. Fake eye is a red glowing one.
Skin: Tan with an ashen gray complexion
Height: Taller than average
Build: Bulked in the arms despite the straight shoulders, otherwise lean.
Prominent features: Magically enchanted metal plate replacing the right side of his face and eye.
General health: Sub-par
Current health problems or chronic conditions: Sickness and prone to infections do to injury complications. Often feels pains and aches down the right side of his torso starting at his face and traveling down his arm and side. Suffers depression.
Talents: Tactical sharpshooter. Short sword and rapier expertise. Minor skills include cooking, singing, and cleaning. He's like a maid.
Flaws: Super obsessive over those he protects. Destroy most of his relationships. Very narrow mindset about things. Can never see problems in himself.
Magical abilities: protector witch related
Advantages: Has connections with the leaders of the witches and he often manipulates things to get them to owe him favors.
Disabilities: Mostly physical one. He does seem slower to respond to healer magics as well and the effects are never permanent.
Family: dead
Friends: none anymore
Rivals: enough
Relationship status: nonexistent
Significant past events: The upper right part of his face was brutally maimed during a fire. He hadn't been in it himself. His father was one of the protectors that was to be in that meeting. When his father and the others were killed, he got caught up in the fight and received a blow to the side of his head that tore out his right eye and the rest of the flesh and bone in that area.
Mauser Bataleur is a protector provider witch. He fits the career a little too perfectly. By nature, he is protective to the point of borderline obsession. He would go to great extremes to protect those he's set over and would think nothing of risking his life for another. Though this can be good for when he's assigned, he tends to be this way outside of his designated person. He picks one person, usually a friend or family member, and exerts the same over them. This usually strains and exhausts his relationships, but he doesn't seem to understand what is so wrong about it. He has a very narrow mindset, and can be rather dense.
Mauser Bataleur is a sad example of a human being, mostly because he isn't one, but also because he's let himself stray from what is good. To say he has a malevolent heart is cruel, but his intentions are sorely lacking on that side of the moral compass. He wants to be normal. What a travesty. He can never be normal. For one, he is a witch, and even by a witch's standards: his appearance and his unbreakable resolve to stand by a vampire of all things is ridiculous in all its entirety. He seems to care but not enough. His obsession with Morgan pushes everything else aside.
Mauser has ashen gray hair and eyes of a very intense emerald green. He's tall and lean, and he's seventeen years old. He has a lightly tanned complexion that also appears a little gray and shadowy due to his sub par health. The upper right part of his face was brutally maimed during a fire. He hadn't been in it himself. His father was one of the protectors that was to be in that meeting. When his father and the others were killed, he got caught up in the fight and received a blow to the side of his head that tore out his right eye and the rest of the flesh and bone in that area.
Age/Birthday: 17, April 25
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Witch - protector
Current living place:
Rank/Role/Occupation: Protector of Morgan
Hair: Ashen gray. Short and silky. Falls across his face. Very thin strands like spider silk, but lots of it.
Eyes: One. A very intense emerald. Fake eye is a red glowing one.
Skin: Tan with an ashen gray complexion
Height: Taller than average
Build: Bulked in the arms despite the straight shoulders, otherwise lean.
Prominent features: Magically enchanted metal plate replacing the right side of his face and eye.
General health: Sub-par
Current health problems or chronic conditions: Sickness and prone to infections do to injury complications. Often feels pains and aches down the right side of his torso starting at his face and traveling down his arm and side. Suffers depression.
Talents: Tactical sharpshooter. Short sword and rapier expertise. Minor skills include cooking, singing, and cleaning. He's like a maid.
Flaws: Super obsessive over those he protects. Destroy most of his relationships. Very narrow mindset about things. Can never see problems in himself.
Magical abilities: protector witch related
Advantages: Has connections with the leaders of the witches and he often manipulates things to get them to owe him favors.
Disabilities: Mostly physical one. He does seem slower to respond to healer magics as well and the effects are never permanent.
Family: dead
Friends: none anymore
Rivals: enough
Relationship status: nonexistent
Significant past events: The upper right part of his face was brutally maimed during a fire. He hadn't been in it himself. His father was one of the protectors that was to be in that meeting. When his father and the others were killed, he got caught up in the fight and received a blow to the side of his head that tore out his right eye and the rest of the flesh and bone in that area.
Mauser Bataleur is a protector provider witch. He fits the career a little too perfectly. By nature, he is protective to the point of borderline obsession. He would go to great extremes to protect those he's set over and would think nothing of risking his life for another. Though this can be good for when he's assigned, he tends to be this way outside of his designated person. He picks one person, usually a friend or family member, and exerts the same over them. This usually strains and exhausts his relationships, but he doesn't seem to understand what is so wrong about it. He has a very narrow mindset, and can be rather dense.
Mauser Bataleur is a sad example of a human being, mostly because he isn't one, but also because he's let himself stray from what is good. To say he has a malevolent heart is cruel, but his intentions are sorely lacking on that side of the moral compass. He wants to be normal. What a travesty. He can never be normal. For one, he is a witch, and even by a witch's standards: his appearance and his unbreakable resolve to stand by a vampire of all things is ridiculous in all its entirety. He seems to care but not enough. His obsession with Morgan pushes everything else aside.
Mauser has ashen gray hair and eyes of a very intense emerald green. He's tall and lean, and he's seventeen years old. He has a lightly tanned complexion that also appears a little gray and shadowy due to his sub par health. The upper right part of his face was brutally maimed during a fire. He hadn't been in it himself. His father was one of the protectors that was to be in that meeting. When his father and the others were killed, he got caught up in the fight and received a blow to the side of his head that tore out his right eye and the rest of the flesh and bone in that area.
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Name/Nickname: Esyr Qin Darius Wyse
Age/Birthday: 176, October 31
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Vampire
Current living place: Century Lasting
Rank/Role/Occupation: Prince
Hair: White and down to his shoulders almost. Very soft and light, like kitten down.
Eyes: Silver
Skin: Fair
Height: Normal
Build: Very thin. His ribs show despite the rest of him looking alright.
Prominent features: Prosthetic legs.
General health: Sick
Current health problems or chronic conditions: varied
Talents: Very pretty words and outward niceties. Can manipulate almost anything and anyone. Generally decent at a variety of weapons.
Flaws: Constant mood changes equals unpredictable behavior. As he is trying to escape his parents control, it can sometimes lead to his disrespect or noncompliance. He treats his subordinates alright, but can sometimes make cruel demands of them. He can have very intense outbursts of rage.
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: Charismatic, appearance is very pretty-boy, strategy, tactics, negotiations, determination, iron fist
Disabilities: ambulation issues, easily injured and sickly, has to drink a lot of human blood but often neglects this
Family: Arys and Oz (brothers), Praecipa (mother), Tristan (father)
Friends: none
Rivals: many
Relationship status: hehe... he's very promiscuous
Significant past events: He was cursed by a witch when he was younger. He will not say what this curse was.
Age/Birthday: 176, October 31
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Vampire
Current living place: Century Lasting
Rank/Role/Occupation: Prince
Hair: White and down to his shoulders almost. Very soft and light, like kitten down.
Eyes: Silver
Skin: Fair
Height: Normal
Build: Very thin. His ribs show despite the rest of him looking alright.
Prominent features: Prosthetic legs.
General health: Sick
Current health problems or chronic conditions: varied
Talents: Very pretty words and outward niceties. Can manipulate almost anything and anyone. Generally decent at a variety of weapons.
Flaws: Constant mood changes equals unpredictable behavior. As he is trying to escape his parents control, it can sometimes lead to his disrespect or noncompliance. He treats his subordinates alright, but can sometimes make cruel demands of them. He can have very intense outbursts of rage.
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: Charismatic, appearance is very pretty-boy, strategy, tactics, negotiations, determination, iron fist
Disabilities: ambulation issues, easily injured and sickly, has to drink a lot of human blood but often neglects this
Family: Arys and Oz (brothers), Praecipa (mother), Tristan (father)
Friends: none
Rivals: many
Relationship status: hehe... he's very promiscuous
Significant past events: He was cursed by a witch when he was younger. He will not say what this curse was.
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Name/Nickname: Astor Kazerstejan
Age/Birthday: 17, November 5
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Human
Current living place: x
Rank/Role/Occupation: Blood bag to Arys
Hair: Ashen dark gray. Was once black.
Eyes: Pale, nearly white.
Skin: Pale. Very icy in appearance.
Height: About five feet ten inches.
Build: Very thin, almost frail.
Prominent features: The gratuitous amount of scars covering his body.
General health: Acceptable
Current health problems or chronic conditions: unknown
Talents: Combat, strategy, servant/slave tasks, can do any task put to him or will at least try his best
Flaws: totally oppressed, rather weak in certain aspects, bland personality, unrelatable, unchangeable
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: able to block his own pain, strong and fast, determined, loyal out of necessity
Disabilities: incapable of really doing things on his own or thinking for himself, will not try to protect himself
Family: unknown
Friends: none
Rivals: none
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: Was born and raised to be a vampire's blood bag.
totally oppressed, broken in, considers himself an object, not human, Astor's just property to be done with and to do as his master says
Age/Birthday: 17, November 5
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Human
Current living place: x
Rank/Role/Occupation: Blood bag to Arys
Hair: Ashen dark gray. Was once black.
Eyes: Pale, nearly white.
Skin: Pale. Very icy in appearance.
Height: About five feet ten inches.
Build: Very thin, almost frail.
Prominent features: The gratuitous amount of scars covering his body.
General health: Acceptable
Current health problems or chronic conditions: unknown
Talents: Combat, strategy, servant/slave tasks, can do any task put to him or will at least try his best
Flaws: totally oppressed, rather weak in certain aspects, bland personality, unrelatable, unchangeable
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: able to block his own pain, strong and fast, determined, loyal out of necessity
Disabilities: incapable of really doing things on his own or thinking for himself, will not try to protect himself
Family: unknown
Friends: none
Rivals: none
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: Was born and raised to be a vampire's blood bag.
totally oppressed, broken in, considers himself an object, not human, Astor's just property to be done with and to do as his master says
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Name/Nickname: Nation Boneshatter
Age/Birthday: 23, October 4
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Human
Current living place: x
Rank/Role/Occupation: Blood Bag to Oz
Hair: Shoulder length and very soft. Black.
Eyes: Light gray. Almost icy in form and have a slight glimmering quality.
Skin: Pale. Pretty much white.
Height: About six foot three inches.
Build: Lean and lanky. Some slight muscle but not terribly pronounced unless he flexes.
Prominent features: Tattoo of a filigree rose over his heart. Multiple scars on his arms.
General health: Decent enough. Maybe gets sick once a year, but always minor.
Current health problems or chronic conditions: Somatoform Disorder, slight PTSD
Talents: Proficient at combat with knives,
Flaws: Defiant. Not always compliant about things. Is highly anxious.
Magical abilities:
Advantages: Combat ready. Unique fight or flight response.
Disabilities: Nearsighted. Needs glasses or contacts if he wants to see things. Has anxiety attacks sometimes.
Family: none
Friends: none
Rivals: none
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: Was captured by vampires and sold into slavery when he was 23.
little more defiant but out of fear, feels helpless to the vamps but more fiesty
Age/Birthday: 23, October 4
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Human
Current living place: x
Rank/Role/Occupation: Blood Bag to Oz
Hair: Shoulder length and very soft. Black.
Eyes: Light gray. Almost icy in form and have a slight glimmering quality.
Skin: Pale. Pretty much white.
Height: About six foot three inches.
Build: Lean and lanky. Some slight muscle but not terribly pronounced unless he flexes.
Prominent features: Tattoo of a filigree rose over his heart. Multiple scars on his arms.
General health: Decent enough. Maybe gets sick once a year, but always minor.
Current health problems or chronic conditions: Somatoform Disorder, slight PTSD
Talents: Proficient at combat with knives,
Flaws: Defiant. Not always compliant about things. Is highly anxious.
Magical abilities:
Advantages: Combat ready. Unique fight or flight response.
Disabilities: Nearsighted. Needs glasses or contacts if he wants to see things. Has anxiety attacks sometimes.
Family: none
Friends: none
Rivals: none
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: Was captured by vampires and sold into slavery when he was 23.
little more defiant but out of fear, feels helpless to the vamps but more fiesty
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Name/Nickname: Amerei Aomirene
Age/Birthday: 25, September 1
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Human
Current living place: Century sting
Rank/Role/Occupation: Praecipa's blood bag
Hair: Shiny and raven's wing black
Eyes: dark gray with hints of blue that show in bright light
Skin: very light
Height: Tall
Build: muscular
Prominent features: tattoo of a dragon fighting a kitsune on his left shoulder
General health: good
Current health problems or chronic conditions: none
Talents: shooting, archery, parkour
Flaws: proud, difficult to bring under control, easily angered
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: combat knowledge
Disabilities: none really
Family: none
Friends: none
Rivals: none
Relationship status: n/a
Significant past events: none
Age/Birthday: 25, September 1
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Human
Current living place: Century sting
Rank/Role/Occupation: Praecipa's blood bag
Hair: Shiny and raven's wing black
Eyes: dark gray with hints of blue that show in bright light
Skin: very light
Height: Tall
Build: muscular
Prominent features: tattoo of a dragon fighting a kitsune on his left shoulder
General health: good
Current health problems or chronic conditions: none
Talents: shooting, archery, parkour
Flaws: proud, difficult to bring under control, easily angered
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: combat knowledge
Disabilities: none really
Family: none
Friends: none
Rivals: none
Relationship status: n/a
Significant past events: none
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Name/Nickname: Leander Mahou
Age/Birthday: 20, July 27
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Shifter
Current living place: wherever the wind carries him
Rank/Role/Occupation: Wanderer
Hair: Usually long and white. He has bangs that fall across his face. He keeps it well groomed.
Eyes: Usually an icy, bright white blue, devoid of pupils. It makes him seem blind. He usually isn't.
Skin: A frosty pale color.
Height: Average. Roughly six feet.
Build: Lean.
Prominent features: The two white wolf/cat ears he always has.
General health: Decent.
Current health problems or chronic conditions: None.
Talents: If the need arises, he could fade into the shadows or the wind. It's a talent, not magic. He just uses misdirection of one's attention to turn himself 'invisible'. He is very intelligent when it comes to survival and the wilds. He has a fascinating database pertaining to human and animal composition. He is very good at kung fu and pikat silat.
Flaws: He lacks most street smarts. Whenever in cities, he is rather inept. Social graces are not totally his forte. For serious flaws, he can be very quick to fight. He is also flighty as well. He does not always keep his promises.
Magical abilities: none, besides the shifting part.
Advantages: Charisma, battle experience, endurance and stamina
Disabilities: Anti-social causes turn-offs in others, fear of insignificant man-made things, stubbornness
Family: Legend Aderei (cousin on mother's side), Vigilante (cousin), Baithin Casterly (distant uncle), Lavinia Caverly (cousin)
Friends: none
Rivals: none
Relationship status: hehe, no...
Significant past events: He attacked the Vigilante once without knowing who it was. Nothing really came of the battle though. Leander eventually got bored and vanished away.
Age/Birthday: 20, July 27
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Shifter
Current living place: wherever the wind carries him
Rank/Role/Occupation: Wanderer
Hair: Usually long and white. He has bangs that fall across his face. He keeps it well groomed.
Eyes: Usually an icy, bright white blue, devoid of pupils. It makes him seem blind. He usually isn't.
Skin: A frosty pale color.
Height: Average. Roughly six feet.
Build: Lean.
Prominent features: The two white wolf/cat ears he always has.
General health: Decent.
Current health problems or chronic conditions: None.
Talents: If the need arises, he could fade into the shadows or the wind. It's a talent, not magic. He just uses misdirection of one's attention to turn himself 'invisible'. He is very intelligent when it comes to survival and the wilds. He has a fascinating database pertaining to human and animal composition. He is very good at kung fu and pikat silat.
Flaws: He lacks most street smarts. Whenever in cities, he is rather inept. Social graces are not totally his forte. For serious flaws, he can be very quick to fight. He is also flighty as well. He does not always keep his promises.
Magical abilities: none, besides the shifting part.
Advantages: Charisma, battle experience, endurance and stamina
Disabilities: Anti-social causes turn-offs in others, fear of insignificant man-made things, stubbornness
Family: Legend Aderei (cousin on mother's side), Vigilante (cousin), Baithin Casterly (distant uncle), Lavinia Caverly (cousin)
Friends: none
Rivals: none
Relationship status: hehe, no...
Significant past events: He attacked the Vigilante once without knowing who it was. Nothing really came of the battle though. Leander eventually got bored and vanished away.
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Name/Nickname: Magellan "Mage" Strong
Age/Birthday: 16
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Merman
Current living place: Ocean
Rank/Role/Occupation: none
Hair: Black with a blue-green sheen
Eyes: brilliant burning coral color
Skin: pale
Height: average
Build: athletic
Prominent features: he has faint lines under his skin, distortions in the veins that make them writhe around like spasms of colored heartbeats
General health: poor
Current health problems or chronic conditions: a curse placed on him by a witch most foul
Talents: singing, opera, acrobatics,
Flaws: very poor social skills, generally fearful, seen as an idiot for his lack of 'basic' knowledge
Magical abilities: phosphorescent pores that can be activated at his pleasure in extreme darkness, all down his arms, his spine, lining his tail, down his chest, with little lines around his face, and one for each fingertip
Advantages: speed, venom, bone-claws,
Disabilities: At birth, he was cursed by a witch most foul. In a jealous rage, she cursed the boy to never walk on the earth. His parents were rather upset, right till death when he was five. He swam alone and in great distress. Living for years by himself. He craved companionship, and often watched the humans from his watery world destined to be his grave. Where in particular? The water opera house of course, a massive opera house floating on the sea. He learned to sing by imitating what he heard, and sometimes forgot himself in song, and all the patrons would stop, the musicians would continue in bafflement, and all would let the boy sing his song. But whenever they tried to find the source of the music, they never turned up the progeny. And the witch, in her rage once more, approached him with a promise of grace. For his voice, she would let him walk upon the land. Not knowing her intentions, he readily agreed. But the curse never specified when he would lose his speech and attain his legs. And right then and there, in the heart of the sea, he became a human. He breathed and saw and lived as a human, and for that he nearly drowned.
Family: dead
Friends: none
Rivals: a witch
Relationship status: single
Significant past events: the curse, nothing more
Age/Birthday: 16
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Merman
Current living place: Ocean
Rank/Role/Occupation: none
Hair: Black with a blue-green sheen
Eyes: brilliant burning coral color
Skin: pale
Height: average
Build: athletic
Prominent features: he has faint lines under his skin, distortions in the veins that make them writhe around like spasms of colored heartbeats
General health: poor
Current health problems or chronic conditions: a curse placed on him by a witch most foul
Talents: singing, opera, acrobatics,
Flaws: very poor social skills, generally fearful, seen as an idiot for his lack of 'basic' knowledge
Magical abilities: phosphorescent pores that can be activated at his pleasure in extreme darkness, all down his arms, his spine, lining his tail, down his chest, with little lines around his face, and one for each fingertip
Advantages: speed, venom, bone-claws,
Disabilities: At birth, he was cursed by a witch most foul. In a jealous rage, she cursed the boy to never walk on the earth. His parents were rather upset, right till death when he was five. He swam alone and in great distress. Living for years by himself. He craved companionship, and often watched the humans from his watery world destined to be his grave. Where in particular? The water opera house of course, a massive opera house floating on the sea. He learned to sing by imitating what he heard, and sometimes forgot himself in song, and all the patrons would stop, the musicians would continue in bafflement, and all would let the boy sing his song. But whenever they tried to find the source of the music, they never turned up the progeny. And the witch, in her rage once more, approached him with a promise of grace. For his voice, she would let him walk upon the land. Not knowing her intentions, he readily agreed. But the curse never specified when he would lose his speech and attain his legs. And right then and there, in the heart of the sea, he became a human. He breathed and saw and lived as a human, and for that he nearly drowned.
Family: dead
Friends: none
Rivals: a witch
Relationship status: single
Significant past events: the curse, nothing more
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Battler Maebara
Age/Birthday: 10
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Human
Current living place: Orphanage
Rank: orphan
Hair: red
Eyes: blue
Skin: fair
Height: short
Build: skinny
Prominent features: none
General health: poor/okay
Current health problems or chronic conditions: PTSD
Talents: none really
Flaws: easily scared, does not fight back or stand up for himself, easily affected emotionally
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: he is smarter and tougher than he looks
Disabilities: all general human weaknesses to supernatural affects
Family: dead
Friends: none
Rivals: bullies at the orphanage
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: was often the target of abuse from bullies and his family, witnessed the massacre of his family when he was very small and was sent to the orphanage
Age/Birthday: 10
Gender/Sex: Male
Race: Human
Current living place: Orphanage
Rank: orphan
Hair: red
Eyes: blue
Skin: fair
Height: short
Build: skinny
Prominent features: none
General health: poor/okay
Current health problems or chronic conditions: PTSD
Talents: none really
Flaws: easily scared, does not fight back or stand up for himself, easily affected emotionally
Magical abilities: none
Advantages: he is smarter and tougher than he looks
Disabilities: all general human weaknesses to supernatural affects
Family: dead
Friends: none
Rivals: bullies at the orphanage
Relationship status: none
Significant past events: was often the target of abuse from bullies and his family, witnessed the massacre of his family when he was very small and was sent to the orphanage