Character(s) Hunter's Muse Index

[hastyhunter]

This will serve as an index of my characters.
I mostly roleplay as female OC's, so for now this will list them.
There are a very select few canon characters I am confident in playing, but I will be adding them at a later date.
This is a work in progress and will continuously be updated.

Spoiler: Sanctimonia de Valeria

DOSSIER
Full Name
Sanctimonia de Valeria
Pronunciation (Given Name)
saːnk.tiˈmoː.ni.a
Pronunciation (Sur Name)
d:eh v:aa.l:eh.r:ih.aa
Origin (Given Name)
Derived from [sanctus|en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sanctus#Latin]; sānctus m (genitive sānctī); second declension (Late Latin) A saint; person who lives a holy and virtuous life.
Origin (Sur Name)
"of Valeria" ᴅᴇ(of) belonging to a family name; ᴠᴀʟᴇʀɪᴀ dating back to latin "valere" meaning strong, brave and health 'to be strong', Patrician gens name of Roman times.
Nickname
Sana, Mona
Alias
Rosa de Roma
Title
The Right Hand of Death

Sex
Female
Gender
CIS-Gender
Sexual Orientation
Hetero-Flexible
Romantic Orientation
Poly-Romantic

Real Age
1,971 years
Age Appearance
20 years
Date of Birth
September 8th, 48 A.D
Place of Birth
Roma, Italy (Ancient Rome)
Date of Death
July/Quintilis 2nd, 68 A.D
Cause of Death
Suffocation/Murdered
Astrological Sign
Capricorn
Zodiac Sign
Rabbit

Species (Formerly)
Human
Species (Currently)
Reaper
Race
White
Ethnicity
Latin/Italian
Nationality
Roman

Blood Type
AB+
Preferred Hand
Right
Facial Type
Round
Eye Color
Light red
Hair Color (Formerly)
Brunette
Hair Color (Currently)
Platinum white
Hairstyle
Long and straight, worn down her back and over her shoulders
Skin Tone
Warm
Complexion
Light
Makeup
Red lipstick, Blush, Black mascara
Body Type
Mesomorph
Build
Athletic, leaning towards skinny
Height
57cm (5'2")
Weight
50kg (112lbs)
Cup Size
32B
Birthmarks
Freckles scattered across her face and body
Scars
The Latin word "nɛks" burned into wrist
Distinguishing Features
Wide hips

Health
Fairly healthy
Energy
Medium-High energy
Memory
Strong memory
Senses
Weakened vision, Heightened hearing, smelling, touching, tasting

Allergies
Hay Fever (Pollen)
Handicaps
Occular Albinism
Phobias
Muscaphobia (Fear of Flies), Cleithrophobia (Fear of the Inability to Escape/Leave), Mild Claustrophobia (Fear of Being in a Confined Space)
Addictions
Alcohol, Sweets

PERSONALITY
Positive Traits
Articulate, Charismatic, Meticulous, Sophisticated
Neutral Traits
Enigmatic, Insouciant, Reserved, Stubborn
Negative Traits
Cynical, Deceitful, Hypocritical, Sanctimonious
Approachability
Polite, up until she is not

Likes
Being an instigator, Smell of rain, Wine tasting
Dislikes
Being instigated, Bright lights, Supervision
Indifferent
Having company over, Politics

Strengths
Verbal arguments, (W.I.P)
Weaknesses
Physical arguements, (W.I.P)
Skills
Archery, Hospitality, Sleight of hand

Sanctimonia is fairly well mannered, extremely articulated, ruthless and manipulative. Charisma is key to fulfill ones desire. What she wants, she gets. Her egotistical and sanctimonious personality tend to make her irritable in the eyes of others. Many other reapers believed her to be a succubus in disguise, a whore for the Grim Reaper himself.

Sanctimonia is more of an analytical thinker, evaluating possibilities of what could happen before it does. She's very stubborn at times, especially when things don't work out as planned. Her attitude tends to fog her train of thought and lead to even bigger problems than she expected. Due to this, she's grown colder and more reluctant to speak to people that aren't of any interest to her personal motives. Getting too close with someone will inevitably result in the endangerment of their well being, and as well as her own. Despite this, like any other being, she can be extremely impulsive and violently lash out, abusing her position and powers.

Growing accustomed to dark and dry humor, she's not easy to upset. She's lived long enough to experience things no mortal lived long enough to see. That no mortal has traveled far enough to see. It's sickening to say the least, but she thoroughly enjoys having these experiences weigh on her chest. With these memories she keeps, she feels she has developed a deep, empathetic feeling for mortals. However, it's become rather difficult to decipher if it is pity for their ways of life, and how it cannot be changed as fate is inevitable, or that she must watch and suffer as she watches loved ones die before her eyes. Immortality has its perks, yes… but the consequences become a much heavier burden. The way she views herself is that she is not really alive— or human. Stuck between what she's been taught of life and death, she feels extremely disconnected with humanity. She feels like she was never even human at times and that her past is but a memory she created to fool herself.

BACKSTORY

Sanctimonia, child of Valeria, the "Rose of Rome." Beauty and wealth brought her a prosperous and carefree life in what is now known as the ancient world of Rome.

Being carefree did not mean she lived without a struggle. The poor girl was born near blind. It was unknown at the time due to the lack of advance medical science, but Sanctimonia suffered from ocular albinism. She was almost completely blind with heavily impaired depth perception and clarity. The disease changed the color of her eyes, and made her skin lighter than is was in comparison to both her mother and father. She could see 2 meters in front of her without any impairment. It was the most she could see without leaving it to her better judgement or a servant to assist her on her travels.

Many of the Roman men found her beauty incomprehensible and overwhelming. They compared her to the Roman goddess Venus. The goddess encompassed love, beauty, sex, fertility, prosperity, victory, and desire. Some even believed Sanctimonia to be the prophetess of Venus due to extreme similarity appearance in art, literature and paintings. Long silk brown hair, fair skin and a waist made to bear strong children– there was no easy way to deny the relation between her and the mythological woman of beauty itself. The red hue of her eyes emphasized this comparison. People would associate the soft color with roses which often represented the goddess Venus.

This comparison easily angered the young Roman woman as it was not of her belief. Sanctimonia, unbeknownst to her fellow Roman men and women, was a child of the Christian god. To her, it was insulting to be compared to a "harlot" as she would call the goddess Venus. The aggravation was never ending until she finally began to stop caring. She played with the minds of those who approached her. She made infertile women believe they were able to conceive a son like their husband has wished. She convinced soldiers they were the strongest in all of the empire, from Hispania to Regnum Parthorum. Her wishes against these … pathetic people … were too vicious for her God-Fearing tongue to tell another soul.

Sanctimonia was already born into wealth and fame, her beauty had only been luck; terrible luck at that. Her Mother, Martina de Cominia Valeria, was a supervisor of the underground brothels, hiding it from her daughter who was an advocate against sex for pleasure at the time. Her father, Albus de Valeria was a part of the gentes maiores, making his wife and only child part of the noble house of Rome.

Soon after the fifteenth year of her birth, Sanctimonia's mother had been stricken with sickness. Despite constant medical attention, she had soon died in her sleep. Without her mother, Sanctimonia had to come to face death alone. Her father was busy, and less compassionate than his now deceased wife.

For a year, Sanctimonia kept herself locked from society. Being anti-social would ruin her fathers name and her mothers' brothel. It was strain on her heart to lose her mother. It made her grow cold and separated her more from the selected few she cared about.

The family wealth began to wear thin and her father desperate to the core, sold Sanctimonia away to one of his fellow senators. She was enthralled in seeking her revenge against the greedy man. It consumed her.

To the man who purchased her, she was a maid. She was practically a slave doing anything he requested, even the most ridiculous of requests. The man would give Sanctimonia the utmost of his attention. It was awfully uncomfortable for the young woman, who was no older than seventeen years of age at the time. Though there was no way to defend herself from his touch, he belonged to her and to lash out would surely result in death. Although her soul filled with hatred and grief, she knew she was unable to defend herself no matter how much adrenaline filled her veins.

The mans' wandering eye was caught by his wife, and it sparked jealously for Sanctimonia's incomparable beauty to herself. She couldn't bring herself to approach the girl. She felt inferior to the girl.

A couple of years had passed, and she had walked in on the man touching the much yonger woman. What she failed to see was Sanctimonia trying force the man off her. She… didn't succeed.

The wife of the man was determined to protect the sanctity of her marriage and her own self esteem. She requested that Sanctimonia assist her in cleaning the manor. Once in the garden, Sanctimonia lost her breathe to the grip of the womans' hand around her neck. Thumbs pressed firmly into her windpipes. It was impossible for any noise to escape her throat, let alone gasp back in the air that escaped her lungs. What felt like forever but was merely seconds, Sanctimonia had fallen to the marble tiles; her skull fracturing against the pearl white titles. Blood filled the crevasses of the floor beneath her lifeless body.

She had woken up with a pounding headache and a weight on her chest. With what little vision she has, she looked at her surroundings. There was nothing but waves of dim refracting light that made up the floors and walls. It appeared almost endless every which way she looked.

It was no Heaven.

It was no Hell.

No paradise, and no perdition.

That holy book she once held so dear had never prepared for such a place as this.

"Welcome to Purgatory. A silent sanctuary in the Overworld,

between life and death."

Those words will forever chill her spine. A low, husky voice penetrated the silence and tension in the air. It was… soothing. To say the least. Swiftly, she turned. Directly behind her stood a masculine figured dressed in a hooded cloak. A hand reached from out of his sleeve. Flesh was torn, blood dripped and bone was raw. Sanctimonia's hand, soft and porcelain, was placed into his.

She was offered eternal life in exchange for labor. Without hesitation she questioned the man and his motives. Naivety of the ones before her led them to say yes without knowing exactly what that labor was to be. It was the first time someones' greed for a second chance did not consume them. A toothy grin was all that was able to be seen underneath the shadow of the mans' hood.

Color the dead impressed.

He explained to her life and death, and how the souls of the dead were to be collected by individuals called "Reapers."

She was taught that fate is predetermined by another branch of Reapers; the Donvivs. The lives of people are written by this branch. Any living being was merely the creation of a dead one. Events in ones life were laid in order, descriptively, in novels. Every intricate detail was written there. Once complete, it could not be changed.

In certain cases however, fate takes turns against the wills of the Donviv's and Gods, controlled by other supernatural beings in the Overworld.

The highest power among the Reapers was the "Grim Reaper." For one to become the Grim Reaper, they would have to take the throne from the current one. He explained how since the first Grim, there was never one who pitied a soul and saw every death as justified or necessary for the natural order of things to continue. He refused to explain to her the characteristics of the current Grim Reaper. Instead, he showed her. The image behind the hood haunts and strangely excites her.

He told Sanctimonia that her second chance was to a be Reaper. Collect their souls so that they may pass. With this job, she would be given limited freedom. She would be allowed to interact with the humans like she did before her death, but she belonged to him.

M I N D

B O D Y

S O U L

She would never die and would have to suffer the consequences of watching loved ones die as she would live on forever.

It was a second chance after all, and she did not think too much about the consequences of immortality if all it was, was more death.

Agreeing to the terms, she was marked by the Reaper; her hair fading to white and her wrist was branded with the latin word "nɛks."

He was fairly just, after noticing the disability in her vision and in return for eternal labor, he "improved" her eyesight, weakening her disability. However, the red hue of her eyes still remain despite only being nearsighted now.

Sanctimonia now roams among the mortals below. As if she is one of them. Her curiosity about the ways of mortals leads her into trouble with fate, shifting the lives of specific individuals she meets.

EXTRAS
Compared to her mortal existence, she is no longer extremely religious.

Sanctimonia has a strong one sided relationship with the Grim Reaper. Most reapers refer to it as being unhealthy for the both of them. It is speculated they have been involved emotionally and physically for centuries given her extreme levels of dedication to him. If someone is found accused of treason, or disrespect toward the Grim Reaper, she herself tortures and kills them. Her love and lust for him is intense. She will go into extreme detail for praise of this man. She is heavily invested into him.

Although she can't properly claim credit for it, she had found herself in a drunken haze with the Grim Reaper unleashing a plague upon Europe. Mortals had called it the Black Plague. It had been the cause of a feud between the Reapers, Heaven and Hell. The overwhelming amount of work to try and contain was exhausting for all parties to try and keep up with the influx of souls entering.

After some centuries of her love being unrequited, the Grim Reaper had 'traded' Sanctimonia in a deal with the Devil. This was made so that Grimm may keep his reign going with the aide of the Devils soldiers against those who try to dethrone him. Sanctimonia was specifically chosen by the Devil for her loyalty and intense personality. The woman was heartbroken being so easily tossed away by the man she idolize. For decades she was distant and cruel to the Devil, manipulating his emotions for her own personal gain after losing all interests in anyone. The Devil is far from stupid, but not beneath being a fool. He let her go from his control but demands she aides him when need be, be it sexually or strategically.

Spoiler: Helena Kappel

DOSSIER
Full Name
Helena Kappel
Pronunciation (Given Name)
heh.LEY.nah
Pronunciation (Sur Name)
ka.PELL
Origin (Given Name)
Cognate of the Greek Helenē, which is derived from the root ēlē (light, torch, bright). The name is borne in Greek legend by the beautiful wife of the king of Sparta. Her abduction by the Trojan prince Paris sparked off the Trojan War.
Origin (Sur Name)
The distinguished surname Kappel comes from Austria, and is of two possible origins. Firstly, the name is derived from the Austrian term "Chaepplingaern," meaning "people living next to a chapel." Alternatively, the name may be derived from the place name "Caplendorf," the name of an Austrian village.


Sex
Female
Gender
CIS-Female
Sexual Orientation
Bi-Sexual
Romantic Orientation
Bi-Romantic

Real Age
248 years
Age Appearance
20 years
Date of Birth
November 18th, 1772 A.D
Place of Birth
Munich, Bavaria
Date of Death
December 10th, 1792 A.D
Cause of Death
Suicide
Astrological Sign
Scorpio
Zodiac Sign
Dragon

Species (Formerly)
Human
Species (Currently)
Blutsauger / Vampire
Race
White
Ethnicity
Bavarian
Nationality
Germanic

Blood Type
A-
Preferred Hand
Right
Facial Type
Round
Eye Color
Blue
Hair Color
Dark Brown
Hairstyle
Long, worn down her back
Skin Tone
Cool
Complexion
Very Fair
Makeup
None
Body Type
Mesomorph
Build
Skinny
Height
161cm (5'2")
Weight
54kg (119lbs)
Cup Size
36C
Birthmarks
Round mole on her neck
Scars
Light scarring around her neck from scratchy rope
Distinguishing Features
Pouty lips

Health
Mildly healthy
Energy
Low energy
Memory
Bad long term memory
Senses
Normal

Allergies
N/A
Handicaps
N/A
Phobias
N/A
Addictions
Caffeine, Melatonin

PERSONALITY
Helena is eloquently spoken. She understands what it means to be empathetic, but finds it difficult to relate to and comfort others. On top of this, she is lacking in ambitions and thus the energy to pursue anything.

Helena is proud of her cynicism. Living for so long, she finds it to be the answer that describes the true nature of man. This being impervious change, she embraces her cynicism as it is but nature.

As being the closest to "undead" that one can be, she finds interest in the physical and the mental barriers built around peoples mind. She finds interest the limits of ones morality and comprehension of mortality.

BACKSTORY
Helena Kappel is an unusual case at best. She woke up on the cold, wet ground in the forests of Füssen. A snap branch laid next to her; a rope binding her to the dead tree limb. After struggling and clawing at her neck to remove the noose, she took a minute to gather her bearings. Tucked inside her gown was a note. Reading it brought a weight onto her chest that immediately dropped her to the floor in tears.

She couldn't remember much about her life before that note. She learned that her family was part of a strange occult group, messing with mystical and supernatural powers. Cracking under the pressure of the insanity her parents beliefs wrought her for most of her childhood, she had committed suicide. The hauntings, as far as the note tells, were real. Screams of the damned echoing in the castle walls, the lucid dreams and night terrors, waking up to strange markings and cuts all over her body. It was too much to handle.

Days passed of her wandering the forest to her family's castle. Dehydrated, starving, cold and wet. Arriving to the doors she was less than welcomed. Her mother fainted upon the corpse of her daughter standing before her. Her father didn't take kindly, threatening the "vampir" with a wooden stake, ready to attack. Shocked to the core, Helena fled back to forest.

Was she really... A vampire? How could she know? There were no mirrors in the forest, and garlic does not naturally grow here. Her curiosity grew and she found her way back to a small town. A kind inn keeper gave the girl shelter. He told her that her skin was almost translucent, seeing her veins. The girl was near death in his eyes. After giving Helena access to a bath and a meal, he saw her skin did not change. Later that night while she slept, he brought a small mirror with him, sneaking into the girls room. Holding it up to her face there was fog on the glass but no reflection. He let a shriek, awakening the girl.

Instinctively, almost as if it were natural to her, she sprung awake and brought her open mouth to nape of his neck. She felt her canine teeth grow in length. Her hand covered his mouth as she bit down into his flesh, scraping with her teeth to draw more blood. She lapped up the blood with her tongue and color suddenly filled her skin again.

How was she to live with this… This curse!? Her heart raced inside her chest, beating against her ribs as if trying to escape her body. Tears welled up her eyes, falling to the floor next to the body of her first meal.

Hours passed through the night and she had figured out what to do.

Kill the people responsible for her fate.

She was convinced it was the effect of her parents pissing off some paranormal being, or messing with the supernatural as a whole.

Running out of the inn and back through the forest to her castle doors, she banged her fist as hard as she could, cracking it ever so slightly with every slam.

Her mother answered the door to see it was the corpse of her daughter once more. Before the mother could scream for help, Helena grabbed her jaw, sinking her teeth into her cheek and drawing blood.

Helena dropped the woman to see her father now standing with a musket aimed at her head. His hands were shaking as Helena approached him. She pulled the barrel of the gun to her chest, her other hand wrapped around his neck.

"Mach es… Mach es.. Mach es!"
("Do it… Do it… Do it!")

The gun fell out of his hand as the last of his breath left his lungs. She picked up the gun, aimed it back at his head and fired the bullet. Black dust filled the air around her, blood puddling at her feet.

She felt some sort of peace, but she knew that she could never outlive this. Killing her parents? Who would even consider it?

To her, they weren't people. They were monsters worse than her.

She had taken their bodies and buried them in the garden, taking ownership of the castle as her own being the only child.

EXTRAS
In Bavaria, people who were not baptized Roman Catholic, were involved in witchcraft, lived an immoral life, or committed suicide became Blutsaugers. Those that ate the meat of an animal killed by a wolf, or had an animal or nun jump/step over their grave also were likely candidates. They were pale in color and resembled zombies.

Bavarians protected themselves by smearing garlic over their doors and windows and placing hawthorn around their houses. Those residents with a black dog could paint an extra set of eyes on the animal, which was also thought to ward off vampires. Blutsaugers could be killed by driving a stake though their heart and stuffing garlic in their mouths.

Blutsaugers are said to be rare. While some vampires could create more of their kind with a simple bite, the Blutsauger could only convert new victims by convincing them to voluntarily eat dirt from its own grave. Due to not having a grave, she is unable to convert others.