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Of Princedom and Piracy w/ Fives
Wolf

The Sanguinary: Sacrifice of Humanity w/ theparlourghost

Darian

Perhaps Horns are Just a Broken Halo w/ Fives
Sabrael/Sabrian

Remembrance of a Forsaken God w/ bunnyshadow
Zephyr

To Open One's Eyes w/ GoldenOrigamiPaper
Waruk

An Echo Left Behind w/ Dazy
Emmett


Hiatus:
Discarded and Discovered w/ MuseBasket
Evander
 
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[shockingly, I found an image that matches the appearance I have in my head]

Name: Wolfgang Blütruhe [real name]
Alias: Captain Wolf Bloodsooth, The Blood Hound, The Wolf, The Blood Wolf
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay

Appearance: Wolfgang is a man that both shows his age, while also having a youthfulness to his eyes that makes those question if he's as old as he might say. His first-noticed feature is his height, standing at 6'4". Years on the seas has left him well toned, mostly in his arms, shoulders, and legs, but he's made of lean muscle - his body has known long periods of starvation before and has never been particularly bulky. His skin is deeply tanned, from many years of being exposed to the sun. Wolfgang's body is covered in an incredible array of scars, mostly from cuts, slashes, stabs, and burns; but there are some bullet wound scars, whip scars, as well as the brutal scarring of a shark bite that encompasses most of his right thigh.

His hair is long and goes a little past his shoulders, with soft waves. It is light brown in color, mostly lightened from the sun - but has wisps of gray within the waves, mostly around his temples and bangs but scattered throughout his head in smaller sections. His haircut appears rather jagged when down [at the time of the RP] due to having had to cut out the naturally occurring dreads that formed from his time out at sea when being forced to work for the royal navy. He usually has rather scruffy facial hair in the form of a mustache and goatee, but it has been recently forced to be trimmed for the same reasons as his hair. It's a much darker brown but still spattered with gray hairs. His eyes are a very soft, pale green that stand out brightly against his tanned skin.

Short Bio: Wolfgang found himself betrayed by a former member of his crew [a spy], and turned into the royal parliament of the kingdom that had the highest bounty on his head. Once captured, he was given the choice of being executed, or work for the monarchy's navy due to his prowess on the seas. He would have taken the execution route if it weren't for that he has a very important cache of unseen treasures that he refuses to let anyone have, something he's been saving to be able to live comfortably with when he grew tired of being on the seas [not anytime soon.] He has taken his licks to become the government's puppet - at least for the time being; until his long-con plan is able to become fully realized and turn back against the kingdom and return to his previous life.

Personality: As a pirate, Captain Bloodsooth is infamous for his ruthlessness. He has murdered many who have gotten in his way, with no qualms of how important or famous they were. However, despite this, he is well respected by his crewman and crewmates - and has had lifelong friends working under him. He has done nothing to dispel the rumors about him, despite this. Those who have known him for long periods of time and get to know his style of leadership realize that he will return loyalty as long as his directions and commands are followed; but if anyone attempts to cross him, question him, or get in his way often find themselves in brutal punishment or cut down completely.

The 'Blood Hound' moniker comes from his ability to find what he's looking for with a dogged determination and accuracy, some rumors even describing he has paranormal levels of intuition for such. This also goes for how he rules his ship, everything is done with a fierce un-relentlessness until what he's attempting to accomplish is done.

As a naval commander under the control of the parliament, however, he has no loyalty to the men that the navy has assigned him, and his ruthlessness is spread towards them as well. However, he is obeyed without question due to his legendary status of being able to get his crew in and out of any situation unscathed. His intuition is never brought into question as it's rarely ever wrong. Despite his barely existent level of tolerance just to get to a point where he can turn things in his favor, he despises the situation he's found himself in; and is a ticking time bomb for anything to set him over the edge.


RP: Of Princedom and Piracy w/ Fives
 
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Name: Darian Gotia
Age: 183, stopped physically aging around 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pan
Race/Species: Dhampir [Father was Vampire, Mother was Human, Romani]

Height/Build: 6'0". Made of lean, sinewy muscle. His shoulders, arms, and thighs are his most toned, sculpted muscle from his life of fighting and being on the run. Despite this he is thin; his midsection tapering in tightly before jutting to his hips. [Due to years of only eating human food, abstaining from as much blood consumption as possible]

Appearance: From a distance, Darian could easily be mistaken as a normal human. However, getting closer, it's fairly obvious there is something not quite human about him at all. This combination has made him have a strange mix of being conventionally handsome, but yet beautiful at the same time. His mother had beautiful, sunkissed-copper skin which he has slightly inherited, though much paler; resembling the color of a paler, earthy clay. His black, thick hair comes from both sides; it falling in large waves to his shoulders in the front and a bit longer in the back; falling between his shoulder blades. His eyes are a steely blue, a trait from his father, that slowly morphs to violet, then a pinkish red when fighting off his vampiric urges. His pupils are naturally an almond shape when relaxed but can constrict thinner depending on the light. The combination of his dark hair and lighter eyes on tanned flesh gives him a sort of dark complexion/expression most times.

His outward vampire trademarks are much more subtle; His ears are very softly pointed, which he often hides with his hair. His canine teeth are slightly longer and sharper than most humans but not very noticeable until up close; but lengthen when his vampiric side threatens to come out. His nails are naturally sharp, but not claws, but Darian also tries to keep them trimmed down as much as possible.

Short Bio: Darian was born from a human mother and vampire father: It was not a consensual encounter. However, his mother still decided to keep and raise him as her own, attempting to teach him of the kindness of humans and to use his abilities for good. It was when he was around 16 years old that his mother was murdered by the local townspeople where they had been temporarily living at the time, mostly due to Darian and stating that it was because she was a witch that slept with a devil, causing him as her offspring. Before she died, she had told him to remember the half of him that was her; something that he struggled to hold onto his entire life. He has never really felt a sense of peace or comfort; as he is hated by both humans for being part vampire, and hated by vampires for being part human.

Living a mostly nomadic life due to never being able to stay in one place for long due to being driven out and forced to move again. It was only the last six or so years that he has been able to live on the edge of a town fairly peacefully, only tolerating him because he protects them from vampires and other paranormal creatures/monsters.

Personality: Darian is very much a silent, distant man. He's never known much kindness in his life and has often been betrayed by those who showed any semblance of it, so doesn't trust easily, if ever. Despite that by outward appearance he seems rather young, it is obvious he is world-weary and tired. However, of the very few humans in his lifetime he's known to be truly kind, or children who don't know any better of his species, he is quite gentle and guiding; though still very quiet. He has never known a vampire that has ever treated him with anything but disdain and distaste.

Through his life he has also fought the cruelty and violence that stirs within him from his vampiric parentage, or carnal urges when it comes to feeding; which also isn't helped due to the treatment towards him from humans.


Known Abilities: Incredible speed: even faster than some full blood vampires, inhuman strength, advanced healing [though muted/slower than a vampire's], heightened senses, night vision, heightened intuition. Can glamor humans to lure them in, but not quite at a level of mind-control, just attraction and distraction. Has some control over certain animals, rats/bats; but very minor and doesn't practice this often to know the extent or what other animals. Many of his abilities are unknown or dormant due to abstaining from feeding on humans and living in a constant state of half-starving. Being raised by his mother and other Romani, he has vast knowledge in the esoteric and spiritual, which he was able to make more powerful into the use of magic due to his vampiric heritage; but never having one to help him sharpen those abilities, it is unknown of how powerful this magic is/can be.

Weaknesses: While being able to be a daywalker, there is still a sensitivity to sunlight. He cannot be exposed directly in bright sunlight for long periods of time before collapsing, but can tolerate it with basic clothing protection and can even be out in indirect sunlight without much issue. It also just makes him sick/paralyzed when he is directly exposed. Has no shifting ability as far as he knows, but has never tried.

Added notes: Silver has no response, but blessed/holy silver can cause mild agitation, more like a basic allergy. He is not restrained to the requirements of Forbiddance and can come/go as he pleases without invitation.

Weapon Use: He primarily uses a talwar that was given to him by his mother, that he has had modified to have the blade fused with blessed silver. He is trained on the use of many different sword fighting styles, and has no qualms using a vampire's weaknesses against them in a fight.


His usual armor is a bit on the more simplistic side, as it's all made by himself. Most of the actual metal of his armor is silver.
[Both of his arms would be covered in his case]
 
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Name: Sabrael [Sahb-Ray-Elle]
Alias: Sabrian Amittai [cannot give out their true name]
Species: Seraphim
Age: Human construct of time doesn't align, but is an ancient
Gender: None, but presents themselves as mostly masculine-bodied in human form
Sexuality: Unknown [for now]

Short Bio: Sabrael once joined the other angels of their kind to attempt to show themselves to humanity eons ago, but their true forms paired with inhumanly loud voices shrieking 'Fear Not' or 'Be Not Afraid' didn't work well.

Recently Sabrael found themselves being tasked to return to earth for the first time since the medieval ages in order to study humankind again, and attempt to subtly spread heavenly influence upon the humans for their decision making. They have had to take a humanoid form to hide their true self. They believe in the power of humans having been given free will, so often find that they just want to do whatever makes humans happy, often causing chaos wherever they go. They are clueless in the ways of humans still, especially now in current day, only having been placed on earth for a short while.

Appearance: Having reviewed books to review what humans considered 'angelic' while also picking human aspects they found to be personally aesthetically pleasing, Sabrael couldn't make up their mind on a gender to present as, so they have chosen an appearance that is ultimately androgynous. Their chosen body type is masc/male leaning, and are thin and tall. They have long, waist-length blonde hair that is so fair it's almost white in some lighting. Their skin is a light brown, similar to that of a doe. Their face is soft and leaning towards effeminate. A striking feature of Sabrael is that their eyes are different colors; one an icy-blue and the other a meadow green. This is not an aesthetic choice; they have difficulty keeping controlling this due to their natural form having many eyes of various colors, and often the eye colors are swapped accidentally.

Personality: The Seraphim is unquestioningly loyal to their heavenly father and to what they were created for. They have served the Savior for millennia; a personal body guard and even assisted when the Morning Star [Lucifer] fell. Being from the most powerful of angel hierarchies, they are ruthless when it comes to their protection and servitude. That being said, outside of the realm they come from, they are strangely apathetic. When it comes to humans and Earth they are rather clueless, even naive. Most, if not all demons do not bother them; in fact they find them rather endearing, even cute - because they pose no threat to them. They are a tiny bit Prideful in their hierarchical status, not finding this new mission to be beneath them, but wanting to complete their while staying at least partially true to themselves and appearing unique instead of blending in as they should. But mostly as they haven't been to Earth since the human Medieval ages, humans and the way Earth has evolved is fascinating to them; like a starry-eyed child lost in wonder.


This is semi-close for what I imagine their human form to appear as [excuse the terribly edited eye color though] - but I will be adding illustrations of their true form eventually.

 
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Name: Zephyr Emory
Nicknames: Z, Scholar, Zeph
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Sexuality: Pansexual

Personality: In a world that encompasses survival for the future, Zephyr is obsessed with the past. While he has friends that love and appreciate him, for the most part he is a bit of a loner due to the fact that he'd rather spend his time digging through ruins of the 'world before' to learn of the past, instead of whatever means can be used for survival. This has gotten him the nickname of 'Scholar.' The past has always been an obsession of his, even from childhood and yet he nor his family, never really understood why.

Despite this however, Zephyr is not just a person of book smarts - he has had to survive just like everyone else and so has an efficient balance when it comes to street smarts to survive in the broken world he currently lives in. After all, many people have lost their lives exploring ruins for scrap and tech, and yet he himself has survived with relatively minor scrapes and close calls just for books and remnants of the past. This has made him rather calm and calculating when it comes to outward situations.

That being said, Zephyr is a man that loves his own passion and isn't shy to nerd out about what he's found in his self-research. While his friends think that his hobby is mostly useless, he's also found old tech and resources that were able to be fixed and utilized because of what knowledge he had found in his hunts.

Appearance: Much of his looks come down to that he rarely puts much effort forth into his appearance. He's often more disheveled than not, as he doesn't have many people to impress and has never been been in a situation where he'd had easy access to anything frivolous or have luxuries. His clothes are usually baggy/falling off of him, or has to wear essentially a hodgepodge homemade 'armor' or sorts when he goes ruin exploring.

But underneath the baggy clothes and ruffled hair, Z is tall [6'0"], lean-bodied, even a bit lanky and though a bit too thin from getting used to not eating as often as most people should, has sinewed muscle over his torso, thighs, and arms. He can be quite the sprinter when he needs to be [when running away from the government/their 'police force' etc] as well as the learned ability for parkour, and this explains some of his physique. When he wears clothes that actually fit his body type, and tames his wild and long dark hair - he is actually quite the looker. When getting his hair out of his face a striking feature he has are pale green eyes - but they're often rarely seen either because of said hair or because he has to wear glasses when he reads - which is frequent.

Also hidden under his clothes are multiple piercings of the sexual variety, as well as a black and green tattoo of a realistic snake that loops across his chest and the head and tail rest along his clavicle.

History: Zephyr was an only child, and his parents weren't exactly subtle about letting him know from an early age that he wasn't planned. Having kids in their world is still prevalent, but is quite difficult to support and feed yourself, let alone children. Despite this, his parents loved him and he was raised as best as possible. Unfortunately, both his parents died when he was 17, leaving him to fend for himself after that time. His obsession with reading and history of the past world started at a very young age, constantly begging his parents to tell him tales of the old world and reading books about history instead of normal fairytales that most children asked for.

Luckily for Z, he had made many friends by the time he was 17 and eventually joined what was essentially a 'gang' of orphans much like himself, that had kids anywhere from 10 to 20. They all took care of each other and did what they had to in order to survive. Zephyr was often considered the brains of the group, and would help them come up with strategies to get whatever was needed as well as often using his knowledge to create things as well as the fact that they were able to create a small garden of their own instead of relying on others or having to spend what little currency/trade they had in order to eat.

He has maintained his friendships with the orphans he continued to grow up with, but as an adult he mostly lives by himself in order to continue his own self-research, though will often help whenever asked of him.

 
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