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[Feral&Primal]

[NOTE: None of this art work is mine and all credit goes to the rightful artists]

Name: Adrian Blackwood
Age: 27
Specie: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
Eye color: Grey when human, cold blue when wolf is showing/shifting.
Hair color: Dark brown
Skin tone: Caucasian
Body type: Athletic-Muscular
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 190 ibs

Inventory: Clothing, cash, motorcycle, necklace with a wolverine fang on it.

Skills: Knowledge of herbs, knowledge of other supernatural creatures, motorcycle mechanic, unarmed hand to hand combat, cooking, tracking and hunting, limited magic.

Powers: Lycanthropy, supernatural senses, supernatural physiology, shape shifting, pain transferal, wound transferal in dire situations.

Weakness: Wolf's bane, mistletoe and mountain ash.

Religion: Pagan

Tattoo: Located on his left forearm

Personality: Adrian is an introvert and does not trust at first, but once he warms up to you and gets to know you he will be one of you're best friends. Kind and warm hearted Adrian can be a bit standoffish and a loner at times but that does not stop him from helping others in need. He can be quite empathic towards others and values all life. He will not kill just for the sake of killing, if he does it is in self defense, a time of battle/war or for hunting. Adrian does wear his heart on his sleeve and it can get him in trouble at times, he does not hide his emotions from others as he feels it is healthy to express them rather than bottle them up. However as a werewolf he understands control is important as well.

Likes: Books, good food, walks in the forest at night, the cold, the snow and rain, fall and winter, hunting in wolf form, swimming, occasionally gaming, spending time with friends and family.

Dislikes: The heat, wastefulness, arrogant and overly prideful people, seeing loved ones hurt.

History/Bio: Born as the only child of Liliana and Markus Blackwood, Adrian lived a simple but comfortable life with his parents and some extended family from both sides in his family home located near the border of Canada in Maine. His parents both raised him lovingly and accepted him for who he was, even when he came out to them as homosexual. His mother and father both taught him about being a lycanthrope and how to control himself and his inner wolf. His mother also taught him about herbs he could find in the woods and all their uses and cooking. His father taught him how to look after a vehicle and to do basic regular maintenance on it. Eventually Adrian's parents had decided to move to Alaska so they could be further away from humans as well as reunite with his fathers side of the family. They waited until Adrian was 19 and gave Adrian the choice of coming with or staying. Adrian chose to stay and his parents respected that decision, they sold the family home and gave Adrian some of the money so he could get his own place and to get himself started. He got a job at a local bookstore which only helped further his education and things were good for a while. he often visited his parents for two weeks every two months and was in college with general studies. However as usual all good things must come to an end. Adrian could feel something was not exactly right. After being unable to get a hold of his parents and other family up in Alaska. Adrian booked himself the next flight and quickly made his way to where his parents had lived out in the Alaskan wilderness. Arriving to find a scene right out of a movie. Adrian could see bodies and smell blood, fire and smoke. A group of hunters that killed any and all supernaturals no matter if they had human blood on their hands, had learned about Adrian's parents and family and had attacked the pack. Unfortunately the hunters had won with superior numbers. Adrian roared as he watched them burning the house to cinders along with the bodies of his family. Adrian was able to take down a few of the hunters before being subdued. They did not kill him out right however. They took their time torturing and enjoying the suffering they inflicted on him. They bound him to the charred stone wall of the basement and tortured him in the still smoking burnt out ruins of his pack's home. This went on for nearly a week and by it's end, Adrian was feral with pain and rage. Managing to escape Adrian leaped and bounded through the woods where his family and pack had made their home. Still feral and wanting blood, Adrian caught the scent of someone camped out in the woods sitting near a fire. He made his move and stalked up to the unsuspecting individual. Not even recognizing her as the shaman and old friend of his mother, who had also helped his mother set up the runestones that had marked the boundaries of the packs territory as well as other occult and magical help through out the years. She had even taught Adrian a few things through out his youth and teenage years. Adrian struck and his claws cut deep, the woman had been knocked to the ground, rolling onto her back she looked Adrian in the eyes and shouted a word of power. Rage and anger faded away and his feral wolf was tucked back deep inside. Adrian came back to control himself and looked in horror at what he had done. Instantly kneeling down next to her her put his hands over the wound to try and stop the bleeding, as well as trying to take her pain away but there was none. He looked at her and she spoke that she had foreseen what was to happen to her, thus she did not put up a fight but she had also known what would cause Adrian to attack her. She told him the hunters were not the true ones behind his pack murder, they were simply the pawn in it. And with her last breath she transferred some of her knowledge and abilities into him. Enabling him to see beyond the physical realm at times and gifting him with the knowledge of some rituals and rites. Nothing that made him an avid magic user by any means, but enough to help him in the future. When she finally passed, Adrian's wolf eyes changed from golden yellow to steel blue. He then built a funeral pyre and burned her body and after scavenging through the burned remains of the pack's home for anything useful that survived. Adrian returned to his apartment somewhere and began trying to look into and figure out who had set the hunters upon his pack and family. Over the years since he has made friends and allies, most of them being in Beacon Hills but some in Mystic Falls and even New Orleans. While Adrian has not solved the riddle of who orchestrated his family's killing he does believe he is getting closer but there is something missing that he has not discovered yet.

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Name: Morren Nightchill
Age: 37
Specie: Dhampir
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
Eye color: Silver
Hair color: Black
Skin tone: Caucasian-Pale
Body type: Athletic
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 175 ibs

Inventory: Clothing, coins, vials of blood, weapons, lockpicks.

Skills: Tracking/Hunting, knowledge of monsters and other supernatural creatures, unarmed combat, armed combat, ranged weaponry, lockpicking, stealth.

Powers: Dhampir physiology, supernatural senses, shadow magic

Weakness: Holy Magic/Positive Energy, ,very bright light, lengthy time with out ingesting blood.

Religion: Atheist

Personality: Misanthropic and cynical, Morren is distrustful of humans a large amount of the time. Having been targeted by manipulated hatful mobs after having just saved the very same people from monsters. Or having had to fight paladins and clerics who feel it is their 'duty' to cleanse the world of things like Morren, even when Morren fights against the same monsters that make up half of who he is. While he does not commit genocide or specifically kill humans just to kill them. He has no problem letting those who deserve it suffer gruesome ends. He will protect and intervene to save innocents but that does not mean he do so just because of a sense of duty. More like, he just hates to see senseless slaughter and bloodshed. Alas Morren does not fit in either with vampires for his 'soft side' towards humans. Morren simply does not agree with humans being enslaved or that they are simply cattle. Thus Morren keeps to himself and usually stays on the move. Traveling from town to town or even risking a venture into larger cities if the bounties, monster hunters and other jobs offer enough coin. He fights for money and simply to survive not much else. Morren while not out right cruel, not exactly nice. He is often distant and cold and keeps things strictly business with others. Although he has had very few close friends in the past, most of which he has fought beside for lengths of time before fully allowing himself to trust openly and fully.

Likes: Books, night, alcohol, good food, evening twilight.

Dislikes: Religious fanatic's, people who abuse power, senseless killing, Self-righteous 'heroes', excessive heat.

History: (High Fantasy D&D/Pathfinder) Found not far from a ransacked caravan as a babe and wrapped in a tattered blanket with the symbol of Usalav on it. Morren's 'savior' was a member of the Red Mantis assassins. Maturing physically and mentally relatively quickly. Morren was fully grown by 18 winters and was one of the most promising assassins within the Red Mantis Order. This would change however as he was sent on a mission that would change him. Being dispatched to kill an evil wizard, Morren was not quick enough to avoid being sent into the shadowfell. In realtime..he was only gone a month. In the shadowfell...he was there what felt like several years and it was there he learned of his parent's and his family history as well as the arts of the shadowdance. Upon returning to the physical plane. Morren left the Red Mantis order and quickly set of towards Ustalav, and once he arrived after weeks on the seas and road. He set about hunting down monsters and assassinating politically corrupt high ranking officials.

(Medieval/Low fantasy) The child of a powerful vampiress and a human noble. His mother was not as cold towards human kind as most vampire but was still hesitant and distrustful. His father was someone who knew about the dangers of the creatures of the night but was also aware not all were inherently evil. After he was born, Morren matured physically and mentally fast, faster than a human child ever would and was done developing at 18. He was loved by both his parents and raised to value life. But he was also taught to defend himself, his mother was skilled in shadow magic and his father taught him how to wield blade and bow. But...eventually the church got word of who the noble had married and of their child. Witch Hunters and priests spread propaganda blaming missing people or those found dead on Morren's mother or himself. And an angry mob of townsfolk marched to their manor in daylight. The guards were overrun in minutes and his parents both told him to run. His father managed to kill a few of the witch hunters before being executed while his mother was dragged out into the sunlight to burn. Morren watched all of this from the cover of the woods atop a hill, then...the mob set fire to the manor but not before taking all the valuables. It was after this that Morren began to distrust humans. Weeks went by and Morren had put distance between himself and his home but he was being followed. The surviving two witch hunters had managed to track him and when they had cornered him and were about to burn him alive. Someone struck, a woman she cut down both of the witch hunters and freed Morren from his enchanted bonds. Escaping to another town over by the use of shadow step. The woman brought Morren to a tavern that was...not a place for common folk. After introducing herself as Amaya, a woman from the east she then offered to teach Morren how he could wield the shadows as she did to surprise the witch hunters and then shadow travel and much more. Agreeing to this Morren was taken to be her apprentice and learned how to walk the line between light and shadow,using the dark that people feared to his advantage. Morren traveled with his teacher for a little more than a decade, working as an assassin, bounty hunter and even a thief sometimes. Eventually Amaya desired to return back to the east and to her people. Morren and her parted ways as friends but not before she left him a gift that marked his coronation as one of the shadowdancers. She left him a dark metal brooch in the shape of a panther. A treasured item that he always carries with him no matter where he goes. After going their separate ways, Morren would travel Europe for work, often keeping on the move to avoid any more encounters with the church.

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Armor and swords


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Dark bow

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[Feral&Primal]

[NOTE: None of this art work is mine and all credit goes to the rightful artists]

Human Form
Name: Elijah Dawnshard
Age: 30,000
Specie: Divine touched Phoenix
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual-Demisexual
Eye color: Grey when human, bright blue when using abilities or angry.
Hair color: Dark brown
Skin tone: Caucasian
Body type: Athletic-Muscular
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 200 ibs

Phoenix Form
Eye color: Blue
Feather color: White
Skin tone: Pale gold
Height: 20ft
Weight: 475 ibs
Length: From beak tip to longest tail feather tip 45ft
Wingspan: 30ft

Inventory: Cash, clothing, silver chained necklace with a clear gemstone.

Skills: Flight, speak and read multiple languages, skilled combatant, aerial combat, knowledgeable of lore.

Powers: Phoenix physiology, pyroportation, fire generation and manipulation, heat generation and manipulation, light generation and manipulation, healing tears, wound transferal, pain adsorption, healing factor, ash resurrection, empathy, empathetic healing, telempathy, tactile telekinesis.

Weaknesses: Void based abilities, water and ice abilities if capable of overpowering. Permanent death if no ashes left to revive from/ ashes are spread too thin.

Religion: Agnostic

Hobbies: Reading, walking in nature, cooking.

Likes: A good cup of tea, sunrises, good natured people

Dislikes: Dragons, cruelty, the void, failure.

Personality: Warm and kind hearted, helpful, with intense emotions. Generally Elijah respects and values life, even more so when it comes to matters of the void who he fiercely opposes. He can be a deep and sometimes brooding person at times when lost in his thoughts. That does not mean he is disinterested, simply deep in his own mind. Elijah enjoys time with friends and loved ones as much as he enjoys his own personal solitude. He does unconsciously keep people at a distance for fear of them being targeted by those who would seek to harm him. He can be somber and serious at times, while filled with joy and happiness as well.

History: Elijah's history is long, both cheerful and full of despair. Long ago on a word now forgotten by the eons and swallowed and consumed by the void. A race of phoenixes lived in harmony with their world and even the other creatures upon it. That was until the void set its hungering gaze upon the world. Seeing that the phoenixes were nigh incorruptible. The scheming entities from another plane of existence, wormed their influence into the minds of the mighty dragons of the world. For many years they corrupted and seduced the dragons with promises of power. The phoenixes knew something was not quite right with their worldly neighbors but anytime they sent a diplomat to try and learn why the wise dragons had suddenly shut their fiery avian allies out. The envoy was sent away at the threat of death. Thus phoenix's and dragons grew apart and it made the following events all the more harrowing. At the beginning of the nesting season. When many phoenix pairs joined energies and physical touch to create a single egg, thus leaving parents weakened. The dragons began their war, it came as a sudden attack all at once. Nesting grounds and sacred shrines were destroyed, many unhatched eggs crushed and devoured. Phoenixes weakened after their mating, too weak to defend themselves and their unhatched eggs. The dragons dispersed ashes so none could resurrect themselves. Within only a few days, the majority of phoenixes and their territory had been lost. Only a few sanctuaries and the temple of eternal flame remained. Elijah's parents managed to make it to the temple with many other fleeing phoenixes, and it was there his parents created his egg. It's unknown what caused Elijah to hatch as a blue feathered phoenix, whether it was the intervention of the divine or simply by chance. Blue phoenixes are a rarity among phoenix kind, thus Elijah was kept strictly within the temple walls and grounds. The war raged on for many long years, slowly more and more sanctuaries fell till all that remained was the temple. All the remaining phoenixes resided inside the temple, and daily the dragons kept encroaching. The war had gone on for nearly twenty five years at this point and much of the planet was unrecognizable. The majority that was farthest away from the phoenixes and their temple were lands of shadow and nothingness, everything fading into a black ash that disintegrated. The lands inside the temple's influence were barren and burned, for the dragons had scoured all life from the world save for what remained in the close proximity of the temple. One day, Elijah's parents went out to patrol and guard the edges of the mountainous region the temple was hidden in. Only to never return, it was at this point Elijah's hatred of the void and mistrust of dragons truly began. After several more years, the dragons had finally begun laying siege to the temple. Elijah, old enough to fight joined with the rest of his kin and took to the skies above the temple. His fires were a surprise to the void corrupted dragons as he burned hotter than normal fiery colored phoenixes. In truth this sally out was to buy time for a ritual being done by the eldest phoenixes, their priests so to speak which were a group of the only other blue phoenixes deemed too valuable to commit to the fighting. Elijah was fighting as he did know fully any of the proper rites and rituals of the priesthood. The ritual was an attempt to cleanse and drive the void back..or at least buy enough time for the remaining phoenixes to leave the world. As day became night, the darkness was illuminated by phoenix fire and the corrupted breath of dragons. Despite the losses the phoenixes inflicted, the dragons kept coming, wave after wave of corrupted scaled flesh and blood. Driven to madness by the voices in their minds, the dragons practically were throwing themselves at any phoenix they saw. Clawing and biting despite burning themselves to death. As the night dragged on, less fiery birds filled the air, explosions of fire and light, like mini supernovas filled the air when another phoenix fell. Elijah's talons and beak at this point were coated in blood and viscera from dragons he had felled. Claw marks and several bites had marred his bright plumage and burning blood dribbled from the wounds. Taking a moment to survey the situation, Elijah saw closing in on the area from all sides...was a wall of pure blackness. At this point all the remaining dragons surged with maddened vigor towards the temple. Many obliterated themselves on the rocks as they dived towards the entrance. Elijah the remaining phoenixes began to return to the temple. Just as the dawn crept over the horizon, piercing through the veil of black nothingness. Then...the mountain the temple was housed in, began to glow....the stone became white and illuminated with a pure light. Then from its highest peak, a beam of white light shot straight into the sky and then flattened out like a disc high in the atmosphere. It surged outwards and held back the onrushing wall of dark nothingness. Elijah witnessed the corruption burn away from the remaining dragons. Who then fell from the sky, exhausted and starved, the corruption of the void had been the only thing sustaining them, and with it gone. They finally knew peace. Elijah returned to the temple with remaining phoenixes who he had been fighting with. Upon entering the ritual chamber of the temple, they found the elder phoenixes had all perished and their ashes were glass-like upon the floor. They had sacrificed themselves to buy time for their remaining kin and people to flee the world. The beam of white light was as much a protective barrier as a secure pathway. Quickly, Elijah took command of the situation and ushered every last phoenix from grown adult to hatching into the beam of light. And only when he was the last one did he enter. In a flash Elijah and the remaining phoenixes were high above their world, looking down on it for a few moments before the light faded. And then the wall of nothingness finally devoured the remainder of the world and its temple. From here, Elijah and the remainder of his kind went their separate ways. The remaining phoenixes traveled to a highly volcanic world much closer to the sun of their native solar system. Elijah however went in search of other worlds, to prevent their consumption by the void like his own home.

On an unknown world, Elijah had found its peoples battling the same void that had consumed his homeworld. Engaging in the fighting, the void remembered the phoenix that had been a thorn in their side for time. Thus Elijah fell and his heart and soul were taken and consumed. Used to create an abomination that ravaged the world, feeding on the phoenixes lingering energies. It was only by divine intervention and coalition of heroes that stopped the abomination and freed Elijah's heart from its dark flesh. The burning and still beating heart of Elijah then finally became ash that was placed in the soil around the holy tree of a divine life goddess. Elijah was then brought back from death by this goddess, but no longer the color of deep sapphire, now his flames burned white like a star's. In a flash of light and song, the phoenix awoke at the base of the tree, his eyes still blazing blue but now a divine glow in his flames. From this point Elijah began his travels once again, offering aid to worlds fighting the void or any corruption and darkness.

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Aesthetic ( Again none of the art is mine, I just made a collage using images I found on the web.)