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I'm terrible at remembering the specifics of my characters for some reason, so I'm putting them all here so I don't have to have such a hard time searching for their details anymore ~

THE BOYS

Name: Akarui Tenshi (Ah-ca-roo)
Date of Birth (& age): 8th January | Too old yet not old enough (looks 22)
Place of Birth: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Seraph Angel
Social Class/Community Status: Low ranked Angel
Language: Whichever he needs at the time

Physical Description
Height:
6'4
Hair: Short Light blonde
Eyes: A vivid emerald green
Inhuman features: Two large white wings on his mid-back.

Detailed Physical Description:
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Have you ever seen Hetalia? If so, he looks like a happier, less bushy-eyebrowed England

Typical Clothing/Equipment: Just your stereotypical angel wear with a green scarf over his shoulders. (Sometimes carries a harp if he wants to look extra angely)

Personality/Attitude:
Akarui is a man of his name - bright. He tries his hardest to do his job, with a constant need for self-improvement. He's confident in himself and knows what he wants and what he needs to do.

Skills/Talents: As a younger angel, he has a lot of learning still left to do. His light magic needs improving, so he usually focuses on talking to fix his situations - which he's started to get good at. He can be considered above average intelligence (though he does have his moments). He takes pride in his flying capabilities for a reason.
Favourites/Likes: Clear skies, Having a job well done, kittens, reptiles, flying, stars, big cities (from afar).
Most Hated/Dislikes: Corruption, disloyalty, dishonesty, fighting, cruelty, peanut butter, most alcohols.
Goals/Ambitions: His goal is to become a strong, high ranking angel that can help those who need it.

Strengths: His charisma means he is able to talk down a lot of situations, and his kindness makes him good at his job. He's loyal, and light-hearted, brave when its called for, and strong in the physical sense as well.
Weaknesses: His inexperience on fighting makes it difficult for him to win battles that require punching. He's weak to dark magic, and most fire/water magic as well. If his wings are damaged in a fight, it severely puts him at a disadvantage.
Fears: Entities more powerful than himself, darkness, and deep water.

Hobbies/Interests: He doesn't have much time for hobbies unless working counts, but he is interested in human science fiction - it baffles him.

Philosophy of Life: "Everyone has something good in them, you just have to let them know it's there"
Attitude Toward Death: "Death is just the start of a new beginning, trust you have left the world a better place and there's nothing to fear"

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: While he hasn't experimented much and is pretty vanilla, he's definitely on the more dominant side (he just doesn't realise).

Place/Type of Residence:
He spends most of his time at the gates, but doesn't class one specific area as 'his'.
Occupation: Low ranking Angel. Typically found helping others with their jobs and running menial errands.

Summary
Knight in shining armour.
The hero.
- Angels SJ

Name: Conner
Date of Birth (& age): February 3rd
Place of Birth: Detroit (but not the Detroit we know)
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Mixed American
Social Class/Community Status: Police officer (middle class)
Language: English
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc:

He grew up mostly alone. He had his mother until she died - cancer they believe - and a half brother named Phillip, but he's lost contact with him. The last time they saw one another, they were at their mother funeral. As for his father … well, he never met the guy, so couldn't tell you otherwise.

Physical Description

Height: 5'3
Hair: light brown and short (styled like the typical anime boy)
Eyes: A brown that is a shade lighter than his hair

Inhuman features: He has a small birthmark above his hip, an exceptionally dark brown patch that kind of looks like Hawaii islands.
Detailed Physical Description:

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Typical Clothing/Equipment: He usually is dressed casual, white shirt, black pants, brown belt. He also carries a pistol concealed either under his shirt or in his blazer.

Personality/Attitude:
He's a timid person by nature but can work himself up enough to get into heated debates when it's on something he cares about. He's loyal, and while he likes to think he has good morals, the decisions he makes sometimes contradicts his beliefs of justice by due course.

Skills/Talents: He is a good intelligence operative, able to find out information easily. Interrogation and undercover work show him at his best.
Favourite/Likes: Loves being pampered, doesn't mind a few surprises here and there either. Chocolate. Flowers - his favourite is the Forget me not and roses, because he thinks their romantic.
Most Hated/Dislikes: He hates any extreme drugs, excessive drinking, traffic, being late, being alone and being tired.
Goals/Ambitions: He wants to see the crime rates of his home city drop to a reasonable level.
Strengths: he's brave and pretty strong (though he doesn't look it). while he can be shy, he isn't afraid to speak his mind when it comes to arguments.
Weaknesses: Arguably loyal to a fault. He takes risks when he shouldn't and likes to gamble too much.
Fears: He's scared of deep water and flying. He doesn't much like enclosed spaces either.
Hobbies/Interests: The boy has a thing for just relaxing and making up little stories. when he'd feel up to it, he enjoys running or hiking if he gets the chance.
Philosophy of Life: Follow your heart, and hopefully it will lead you to what's right.
Attitude Toward Death: It's avoidable … but also inevitable
Religion/Beliefs: He doesn't subscribe to any one particular religion. His mother was brought up Muslim but she didn't pass it on.

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values:
He's gay. Very gay. And a Sub. He has a lot of experience, but only from his one partner.

Place/Type of Residence: A decent sized apartment for two, but it could be bigger.
Occupation: Police Officer - Intelligence - Detective
Summary
The Shy Femboy
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Name: Damian Quill
Date of Birth (& age): "Birthdays are meaningless passed a thousand"
Place of Birth: Somewhere South of Nowhere
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: (Ex-)Seraph Angel
Social Class/Community Status: A rogue, a dissenting angel
Language: He's fluent

Physical Description

Height: 6'2
Hair: Short black hair
Eyes: Steeled Grey
Inhuman features: He had two silver wings when he was younger, but doesn't have them anymore

Detailed Physical Description:
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Clothing/Equipment: When he's not working, he wears a warm coat with a furred hood. In a more serious situation, however …
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Personality/Attitude:
Cold and Manipulative, he's cool under pressure and has a plan for most situations. Having said that, he's an opportunist and loves nothing more than taking advantage of situations that could work in his favour.
Slow to anger, but quick to take action

Skill/Talents: An expert in combat, and an excellent mind. His charisma is evident, with skilled magical prowess.
Favourites/Likes: Cold evenings and fireplaces. A good drink, dogs, wolves, vengeance, holidays, working.
Most Hated/Dislikes: Betrayal, misplaced optimism, not getting his own way, God, idleness.

Goals/Ambitions:
To claim the respect and power he rightfully deserves.
Strengths: His strength, his cunning, his intelligence, his fire magic
Weaknesses: Water/Earth magic, his curiosity, the few emotions he allows himself to have

Hobbies/Interests: Reading, doodling, crafting mind controlling-gemstones, observing the mortal plane

Philosophy of Life: "So long as you're not a hindrance, I don't care"
Attitude Toward Death: "Death comes to those who wait… Or get in my way"

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: Well versed, Dominant (regardless of positions). He values equal participation. It's no fun if he's the only one enjoying himself.

Place/Type of Residence: The spacious dwellings within Mount Everest. It's a little gloomy.

Summary
The bad one.
- Angels SJ

Name: Samuel Ballensteen
Date of Birth (& age): September 10 | 32
Place of Birth: Texas, Austin
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Human
Social Class/Community Status: Middle class
Language: English


Physical Description

Height: 5'9
Hair: long brown hair, usually kept up in a ponytail
Eyes: Hazel, but has been known to wear blue contacts when out and about
Inhuman features: He has a snake tattoo coiled around his shoulder and down his back.

Detailed Physical Description:
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Clothing/Equipment: comfortable clothes,
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Personality/Attitude:
Laid back, a ladies man. He's a gentleman at heart but it's all sprinkled with a flirtatious nature. An atheist from a heavily religious family, he can get less friendly when debates about faith pop up.


Skill/Talents: A skilled painter and writer, can juggle. An ex mixologist.
Favourites/Likes: Late nights, hard drinks, good food, museums, old things, quiet moments, cosy atmospheres.
Most Hated/Dislikes: Violent drunks, insects, snakes, smoke, injustice, the news, evening news especially "It's all just so unexplainably dull…"

Goals/Ambitions: To live a fulfilling life with someone he cares for.
Strengths: Quick-witted, good integrity, logical, empathetic
Weaknesses: The cold, anything that could kill him, snakes, maths, nuts (allergy), cider.

Hobbies/Interests: Reading, flirting, pub-crawls, sketching.

Philosophy of Life: "Life's far too important, to take it so seriously "
Attitude Toward Death: "I guess it comes to us all eventually, then there's nothingness - can you be afraid of nothing?"

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: An expert in his field. A bi-sexual switch.

Place/Type of Residence: A small apartment in the middle of New York, though he tends to travel from place to place a lot.
Summary
The gentle playboy
- Angels SJ

Name Saiidi Harkanders "It's pronounced Sigh-eed!"
Date of Birth (& age): October 13 | 24
Place of Birth: Cairo
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Human Warlock
Social Class/Community Status: Upper-Class Lawyer
Language: English / Arabic

Physical Description

Height: 5'4
Hair: Short, originally black, but turned reddish purple in a brewing accident
Eyes: Almost orange
Inhuman features: None

Detailed Physical Description:
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Clothing/Equipment: A utility belt with a combination of herbs and spices. If anyone asks, he says it's for on the go cooking.

Personality/Attitude:
Stubborn and hot-headed, emotionally distant, superstitious

Skill/Talents: A potion master, knows a small amount of elemental magic, knowledgeable of rituals, law expert.
Favourites/Likes: Cleanliness, intelligent conversation, mythology, experimenting, Looking professional.
Most Hated/Dislikes: Idiots, closed minded people, idleness, petrification, liquorice.

Goals/Ambitions: To translate the entirety of the Spellbook he inherited "10 pages in, 10 hundred to go…"
Strengths: His speed at which he can brew potions, his well of knowledge of magic and myths, knitting, illusions.
Weaknesses: Physical combat, necromancy, romantic gestures, nervous stuttering, his temper.

Hobbies/Interests: His work, golf, Sadooko, volunteers at the animal shelter every other weekend (in secret).

Philosophy of Life: "It's alright I guess"
Attitude Toward Death: "I don't have time to die"

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: He values mutual consent, with vocal praise throughout. He's a gentle Dom.

Place/Type of Residence: A luxury hotel apartment, and a holiday home in Italy. Both of which are too big for his single lifestyle.

Summary
Tsundere
- Angels SJ

Name: Muriel King
Date of Birth (& age): December 24th | 42
Place of Birth: America
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Human - African-American
Social Class/Community Status: Respected
Language: English
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: He has a mother Kalisha King (68) and father, Thabiti King (73) who he has a very strong relationship with, unfortunately, he is an only child, his mother nearly dying with Muriel and Thabiti not willing to risk his wife's life ((They contemplated adoption, but Muriel was a handful enough)).
He has a fully trained German Shepherd named Bear, that he loves very much. Be careful, he does bite when provoked.
Physical Description

Height: 6'2
Hair: Straight black hair that covers his eyes
Eyes: Hazel
Inhuman features: Scars. He has a deep scar running from underneath his left ear down across to his right collarbone. He has a few more scattered across his chest and back.

Detailed Physical Description:

Muriel is a tower of a man, standing at 6'2, and a big build to match. He has Black hair that covers his hazel eyes, not finding the need to get it cut in this post-apocalyptic world. He has a few scars, the most predominant one being the deep cut in the side of his neck, that travels from under his ear to his opposite collarbone. He's also got dark brown skin, as his parents were originally from Africa.

Typical Clothing/Equipment:
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Personality/Attitude:
Withdrawn and quiet, prefers the company of Bear.
Skills/Talents: His skill with firearms and he has a way with animals.
Favourite/Likes: Bear, Family, justice, silence, enclosed spaces, blankets, hugs, listening
Most Hated/Dislikes: Needless violence, long conversations (where he has to talk)
Goals/Ambitions: To find his missing parent

Strengths:
His aim (guns, my friend), his ingenuity and his strength. He didn't come second for nothing.
Weaknesses: His social skills are lacking, his insomnia, cooking, mild OCD in his living spaces, technology.
Fears: Night terrors (Bear helps), crowded cities, heights and disease.

Hobbies/Interests:
Surviving. Hunting.

Philosophy of Life: "... survival is about helping others who … can't …"
Attitude Toward Death: "... It happens …"
Religion/Beliefs: None

Strange Behaviors: He speaks slowly, often pausing for several seconds within sentences. Sometimes, he'll just stop speaking altogether.

Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience:
One memory, in particular, was watching a close friend die in the heat of battle. It was friendly fire, but no one person was ever held accountable, and thus Muriel often finds himself wondering if it was him who shot the bullets that killed him.

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values:
Asexual, but he values kindness in a partner. He stopped looking for one many years ago and considers himself borderline aromantic.
Fetishes:
None

Education/Special Training:
He was a special OPs American soldier.
Place/Type of Residence: Anywhere warm.
Occupation: Ex-soldier, Scavver.
Past Occupations: He worked part-time in a convenience store before he joined the army.

Summary
Not-always-gentle Giant.
- Freeze

Name: Richard Raion (the first)
Date of Birth (& age): 46
Place of Birth: NA
Gender
: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Human
Social Class/Community Status: The King
Language: English
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc:
(Bullet point format)
  • The Queen Lidianette Ration
  • The eldest son Richard Raion 2nd (Referred to as Rick)
  • The second born Charlie Raion
  • The youngest Kristian Raion
  • He has two prized steeds one pure black the other hazel brown
  • Two dogs he keeps as guards (Saint Bernards)
  • A phoenix messenger bird (Adelaide)
  • His cousin Francis Pelt (Army general)
Physical Description

Height: 5'8
Hair: Black with a steak of grey at both sides of his temple's.
Eyes: Brown, though often described as golden
Inhuman features: A single scar that digs into his right cheek

Detail Physical Description:
Richard has every appearance of a king, with chiselled features, and defined features that could be soft but intimidating in different situations. His nose, once pointed, has since been flattened after years of fighting, and thick eyebrows above wise eyes that then to steel in the presence of those he dislikes. He has a small amount of stubble covering his chin and upper lip, lips that are quite thin. He's muscled, and white, his heavy armour while giving him a generous amount of muscles doesn't allow for much tanning.

Typical Clothing/Equipment:
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He will carry a sword in battle, however, he is known for having deadly accuracy with his ebony wood bow and arrows.

Personality/Attributes
He takes his role as king seriously. He's joyful but strict. Calm and collected, but fierce in his judgements.

Skills/Talents: Skilled soldier and commander. A natural leader, with an adequate bow and arrow skills.
Favourite/Likes: Loves riding, feasts, victory
Most Hated/Dislikes: being undermined, disobedience, Losing.

Goals/Ambitions
: To conquer all the lands for his kingdom's wealth
Strengths: Fighting, diplomatic negotiation, riding, quick thinking, patience.
Weaknesses: Children, drink, greed, stubbornness.
Fears: Being forgotten, losing his power, insider threats.

Hobbies/Interests: He doesn't have much free time, what with training, and managing his expansive kingdom. To take a break he might have his wizard teach him a basic magic trick, but nothing dangerous.

Philosophy of Life: "Life is to be guided by a strong leader, that is I"
Attitude Toward Death: "A king never dies, simply passes the crown to his worthy successor when the time is right"
Religion/Beliefs: Christian. Heavy Christian.

Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience:
WIP

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values:
He has only ever been with his wife.

Education/Special Training: As the heir to the throne, Richard was given the best educational opportunities in the land. It was rumoured the king at one time had 100 men for teaching and 300 for training in war scenarios.

Place/Type of Residence: The Cardends Castle, residing at the top of Thorn Hill. There are 50-bedchambers alone.
Occupation: Self-explanatory.

Summary
A kings king
 
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THE GIRLS

Name: Alletse Arderson
Date of Birth (& age): February 4th | 42
Place of Birth: Seattle
Gender: Female
Species/Racial Origin: Human (own vampire)
Social Class/Community Status: Nosferatu, loner
Language: English
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: Before she was a vampire she wasn't much better: she still showed little empathy, had a hard time communicating feelings and put rarely anything ahead of her ambitions ... She had grown up with her friends as her only true family, forming a large rag-tag group of kids that couldn't rely on their blood and fended for themselves instead: and that meant putting the groups needs above their own - which usually meant they needed money, and the illegal stuff more often than not payed well (anything from drug running, to thievery, to firearms). She was cold to the world, but it was driven by her compassion to protect the ones who couldn't protect themselves within the group, and the adults weren't going to be of any help. Her parents were still around, sure, but they were usually too drugged up to care when their daughter didn't come home for weeks on end, neither did they care when two dozen kids would use their home as a clubhouse. They were a non-starter.

Physical Description

Height: 4'9
Hair: short, white hair that has a bounce to it when not wet or straightened
Eyes: Red
Inhuman features: Well, she's a vampire, a Nosferatu at that. Turned at the age of 18, she forever looks young and fragile, her porcelain skin making her seem pure and innocent from a distance, though she carries an unsettling aura with her that most mortal beings would pick up on but not quite understand - not able to realise the unease they feel is down to the darkened, almost decaying inside of the girls soul.
Detail Physical Description:

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Typical Clothing/Equipment: As seen above, oversized jumpers and skirts. Will sometimes where cat ears, playing into the fact she forever looks 18 and thus immature.
Typical Clothing/Equipment: As seen above, oversized jumpers and skirts. Will sometimes where cat ears, playing into the fact she forever looks 18 and thus immature.

Personality/Attributes

Cold and calculated, she doesn't often consider emotions when she's taking action and considers those who do to be incompetent when said emotions begin to get in the way (like they inevitably will).

Skills/Talents: All the perks of being a vampire, she's small (easy to hide) and skilled with human weapons (mostly guns). She can pick locks, and sneak around most areas.
Favourite/Likes: Driving, even if she doesn't have a need for it
Most Hated/Dislikes: People. Just people in general, if their dead or alive. Daylight, for obvious reasons. Memories. Pain.
Goals/Ambitions: To work out the mystery behind who turned her, and why.

Strengths
: Arts and craft, medicine, occult knowledge, intimidating, streetwise, patient.
Weaknesses: Violent, doesn't work well in a team, Cocky, Not good with plans.
Fears: Immortality, death (yes it's contradictory but try telling her that), hunters.

Hobbies/Interests
: In her free time, she prefers to read, or simply sleep. It's not often you'll catch her doing much when she's not on a job.
Philosophy of Life: "What life?"
Attitude Toward Death: " Death gazed on this wretch and she turned away"

Religion/Beliefs
: She was Christian before she became a vampire, however, her faith was shattered upon learning of the creatures that dwell on the Earth beside humans. She still prays in secret every now and then.

Strange Behaviors: Everything about her is strange.
Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience:
She met the vampire that passed his curse onto her in the middle of the night - having once again left home in search of somewhere less occupied to sleep (she loved her growing family, but god were they noisy). She was alone and tired though not scared - she'd grew up in Seattle and thought she knew the place like the back of her hand. The man- the Vampire- was a seclusive thing, hunched over and shadowed, his hair a mess of grease and eyes fogged over with patient intent. He'd been following her since she left the flat, unnoticed by the too confident child roaming the streets at such a dangerous hour. She'd later come to find he was one of the few under the influence of the vinculum, in a state where he could barely call his actions his own, and he specifically was under a single order - to bring another into the realm of the undead. The order he'd been given was carried out after much debating and with a heavy burden of reluctance - or so she'd been told, the sired man had refused to speak any further on the matter, regardless of threats. Of course, she didn't know of this, all she was aware of was the foreboding sense of dread that comes over one in the thick of night when safety seems forgotten, and nerves begin to break. Her feelings were justified once she eventually caught sight of a man, clad in a visage of black, who walked at a brisk pace behind her who's stopped when she stopped and eventually ran when she ran.

She'd began feeling weary of this game of chase. She'd been hoping to lose the feeling once she'd dipped into an alley, away from prying eyes, as she grabbed a half broken bottle from the floor for defence, turning to face whoever was giving her such an awful time. She was just trying to find somewhere to sleep for the night, and tired and alone be damned, she was always ready for a fight.

The following events caught her off guard, before she even had time to scream there was a blood curdling crunch of bone as she was thrown to the floor with an inhuman strength, mildly aware of the thing following her down and being feasted upon, the hot slice of teeth opening up the skin above her collar bone in a slow and agonizing fashion, that lasted seconds but felt an eternity. He stayed there unmoving, as Alletse tried to force herself to scream and thrash out against her attacker in a fit of terror, but soon she fell unconscious, life flickering out at the moment that her heart stopped beating. Her hearing was the last of her senses to dissipate, giving her full account of the man's grating voice, muffled by her own neck, and blood. From his lips came a resound muttering of disgust and disgrace that etched itself deep into Alletse's memory. It was like like she was nothing more than dirt he had to clean. The whole ordeal happened in a matter of minutes, and still to this day, despite her best efforts, she knows not of who the man behind the strings was that made her this way or even why. Who was the one that sired the monster that did this to her? Why did they get away with it? And why leave her filthy, and to rot in the Seattle sewers?

Alletse had to drastically alter her view of the city once she'd been turned - growing even colder the more time she spent as a vampire. On days that grow in rarity, she'll remember her old life, the family she had to leave behind out of fear of hurting them, the comfort of the sunlight and carefree holidays, of being cared for and protected... And it breaks her resting heart to pieces and thus she would, in turn, remember why she wants so much to forget - but she won't. Not just yet. She was to keep her humanity until she found out why this happened to her - without her humanity, she may lack the will to care, and she needed answers.

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: She honestly doesn't know anymore.

Education/Special Training:
most of what she knows came from the streets. Learning on the job so to speak.

Place/Type of Residence
: Underground, there's a comfy hideaway if you venture down the sewers and take a left, a small crack in the wall opens up into a den that she keeps comfortable with trinkets and bedding.
Occupation: Often works at taking care of people who smite the Nosferatu, though few and far between, as who would dare challenge them?

Summary
Kuudere
- Vampires

Name: Felicity Handen
Date of Birth (& age): January 2nd | 18
Place of Birth: York
Gender: Female
Species/Racial Origin: Human - British
Social Class/Community Status: Upper class, Student
Language: English
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: Growing up with two very protective parents, her mother Susan Hamden, is a lawyer whereas her father, Harvey Hamden, is a small business owner, owning a number of franchised shops around York. She had a pet hamster when she was 11, but sadly Mr.Sniffles is no more...

Physical Description

Height: 5'3
Hair: long blonde hair she usually keeps in a high ponytail.
Eyes: Brown
Inhuman features: none
Detailed Physical Description: Felicity has long blonde hair that she keeps in a ponytail for convenience, but leaves a few strands out to frame her face. She has brown eyes and has been known to wear colour contacts, just because she likes the change. Despite her tomboyish nature, she is usually wearing a black skirt and white short sleeved shirt, to show off her small muscles that she's been trying to build up.

Typical Clothing/Equipment: Her wardrobe is vast and many. But like stated, she preferred her white shirt, black skirt combo, sometimes with a black bow in her hair to spice it up.

Personality/Attributes

Bubbly and outgoing, she's often laughing with friends or on the phone, rarely alone and loves it that way.

Skills/Talents
: A great memory, Dancing and finding out exactly what's going on (some would say she's just good at gossiping)
Favourite/Likes: Loves dancing, intrigued by the British court system, likes food (foodie), blue.
Most Hated/Dislikes: Cold weather, hot weather, leather jackets (she went through a faze), gardening.

Goals/Ambitions
: To follow in her mother's footsteps and become an accredited Lawyer
Strengths: Physically active, gift of the gab, empath, hard working.
Weaknesses: Hopeless Romantic (can get her into some bad relationships), impulsive, immature, self-conscious.
Fears: Spiders, loneliness, disappointment.
Hobbies/Interests: Dancing, gymnastics, beauty tutorials

Philosophy of Life: "Yes, living is good"
Attitude Toward Death: "It's awful, I hope I don't have to deal with it for a long, long time"
Religion/Beliefs: "Soft" Catholic.

Strange Behaviors: Colour Contact lenses.
Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable: When she was younger, she'd often go adventuring, exploring, and this drove her into some dangerous situations. On one of these expeditions, she was trapped in an abandoned courtyard for hours until one of her friends came to let her out. While nothing happened to her physically, she was terrified, and the event stuck with her ever since.

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: Bi-sexual submissive. She's had enough experience and values companionship - so no one night stands.

Education/Special Training:
Currently training to be a lawyer.
Place/Type of Residence: University Halls
Occupation: A part-time job at a local pet store.
Work-related Skills: Compassionate towards animals.

Summary
Sports! And Fashion!
- Working it Out

Name: Kate Smith
Alter-Ego: (Fiery) Phoenix

Date of Birth (& age): June 6th | 26
Place of Birth: York (England)
Gender: Female
Species/Racial Origin: Human
Social Class/Community Status: Working Class

Language: English

Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: On the rare occasion that someone asks, Kate will tell them she never knew her birth parents and the ones who had adopted her had died many years ago. In actuality, she knows her biological parents are alive, but has had to remove all contact from them as an extra layer of protection in case she was ever discovered to be her alter-ego. She keeps to herself, and only lets herself get close to two of her co-workers.

Physical Description

Height: 5'5
Hair: Ginger
Eyes: Green
Inhuman features: None that are visible

Detailed Physical Description:
She has slightly curled ginger hair that she keeps down, long enough to go past her shoulders. She's pale, with a few freckles across her face along with a small scar underneath her ear in the shape of a jagged cross - both freckles and scar she tries to hide with makeup. She's well toned, with decent sized muscles underneath the oversized jumpers she wears, making her just look a little bit. She has a button nose and full lips that complement her wide smile.

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Personality/Attitude:
As Kate, she's a shy, timid girl who gets things done but does nothing more and nothing less than what she's asked to do. As Phoenix, however, she's strong willed, powerful and generous, always willing to help. She's lost track of which of the traits were hers, to begin with and which ones have developed over time.


Powers: She has the power to wield fire - using the flames to destroy or in some cases, heal - much like her alter-egos namesake 'Phoenix'. She can also use her fire to propel her forward, essentially flying for short periods.
Skills/Talents: Her powers and manoeuvrability. She's a good fighter too.

Favourite/Likes: She loves sitting somewhere in the cold at night - preferably on the roof - where she can just watch a flame dance between her fingers. She lives to help people, but she loves the quiet moments she steals when she can.
Most Hated/Dislikes: Blind hatred and selfishness - she understands its a human thing, but she doesn't have to condone it.
Goals/Ambitions: To do what she can to keep as many people as safe as possible.

Strengths: The complete control she has over her fire limits any accidental damage. Her empathy and determination keep her motivated to carry on.
Weaknesses: Water. She can evaporate small amounts, but rain, in particular, can put a damper on her movements. She also suffers from terrible insomnia which can impact her on the field if she isn't careful.
Fears: Being found out. That she'll make a mistake and hurt people.

Hobbies/Interests: WHERE IS THE TIME FOR HOBBIES?

Philosophy of Life and death:
I'm not doing this because I want to beat someone up, or because I hate someone and need a release, or because I want to blame someone for anything at all. It's not because I enjoy this. God knows it's not because it's easy because it's not. It's not even because it works cause, to be honest? It hardly ever does. I do what I do because it's right! Because it's good! It's kind. That's all it is and all it needs to be. Just kind. If I run away, good people will die. If I stand and fight, some of them might live. Maybe not many, maybe not for long, maybe not at all. It's probably nowhere near good enough, but it's the best I can do. So I'm going to try. And I will stand here, trying my damn best, until it kills me. Everyone will die someday. I'm willing to die for what I believe in. Who I am is where I'll stand. Where I stand is where I'll fall. You could stand with me. These people need us. Maybe we can help a little. Why not, just at the end, be kind?
Religion/Beliefs: None.

Strange Behaviours: She has a habit of tapping things when she's thinking, or when she's worried. Or when she's excited. It's kind of annoying actually...

Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience: WIP

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values:
Not much experience. Lesbian. Values a casual nature to it all though.

Place/Type of Residence: She lives in a small two bedroomed house by herself near the edge of town to avoid large crowds.

Occupation: When she isn't being the Fiery Phoenix, she works in a corner shop that very few people go to.
Work-related Skills: She can tell you exactly where the specific item you need is.

Summary
That Hero
- The Phoenix and the Fox

Name: Queen Lidianette Ration
Date of Birth (& age): March 17 | 50
Place of Birth: NA
Gender: Female
Species/Racial Origin: Human
Social Class/Community Status: The Queen
Language: English
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc:
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  • Her husband Richard
  • The eldest son Richard Raion 2nd (Referred to as Rick) (26)
  • The second born Charlie Raion (24)
  • The youngest Kristian Raion (18)
  • Her Aunt, Kitania Solder
Physical Description

Height: 5'5
Hair: Brown hair with streaks of blonde that falls down to her waist
Eyes: Green
Inhuman features: None
Detailed Physical Description:
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Personality/Attitude:
The stoic queen, much unlike her husband is feared throughout the land. Known for her ruthless nature, and defiance against men many have come to see her as a bad presence in the castle - though none would say it out loud.

Skills/Talents: Her many controversies stem from her skills with swords and the ability to use them in battle
Favourite/Likes: Order, discipline, nature
Most Hated/Dislikes: Enemies to the crown, rumours, disrespect
Goals/Ambitions: To run the county she inherited
Strengths: Calculating, ready for action, smart
Weakness: Disliked by the public,
Fear: She has an overbearing fear of losing her children, that often drives her to make rash decisions, and is her main motivation of ruling the country in such a way that no one would dare raise their hand against her family bloodline.

Hobbies/Interests: She's actually an author of several books that have been generally well received under a pen name (Edeth Blue).

Philosophy of Life:
"Lives are temporary, Legends last forever"
Attitude Toward Death: "We all die someday, and nobody shall care when you do unless you make something of yourself - follow my command and perhaps you will"
Religion/Beliefs: Heavily Christian, leaning towards Protestant

Strange Behaviours: she always has a wine glass on hand.

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: Loyally married to her husband.

Education/Special Training: Women were not entirely accepted for education where and when she lived, however along with a close family relative she studied history and learned to read and write.

Place/Type of Residence: Castles ~
Occupation: The queen.
Work-related Skills: She is a diplomatic speaker
Summary
Off with their heads!
- N/A
 
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MY FAVES


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I love them all, but these are my inner circle, created for no particular reason babies)

Basics
Name: Ashton Frederick Bas

Date of Birth (& age): October 30th | 23
Place of Birth: Northern Island
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Human - mutated human, but still human
Social Class/Community Status: Outcast
Language: English
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc:
He had a cat named Smudge when he was younger that he loved dearly and keeps a picture of in his pocket. As for family … he doesn't consider himself to have much, though technically he has a mother named Christina, and a father named Jeb. He also had three older sisters and one younger brother (Lilly, Patrisha, Octavia and Gabrielle) - Of which he only occasionally speaks to two of them. He's open to talking to his siblings, but meeting up with them is often awkward, but he'd try anyway.

Physical Description

Height: 5'7
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Predominantly blue, but has a small green patch (heterochromia)

Inhuman features: Ashton is immortal, completely and utterly. No amount of injury will kill him, he'll just regenerate, all his memories intact, usually with energy to spare. A regeneration often makes him go into a drunk like state for a few minutes.
He also has a cross tattoo, one line has the spearhead, and the other adjacent line has the feathers.
Detailed Physical Description:


Typical Clothing/Equipment:
He has a Pride wristband that he wears religiously, and he has two spares in case it ever gets dirty and needs washing, similarly, he wears a purple ring, but not as often Clothing wise, he likes his short-sleeved shirts and trousers.

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Personality/Attitude:

Skills/Talents: He's a skilled free runner, with stamina and the strength to keep up with him. He can also down a whole pint of Guinness in ten seconds.
Favourite/Likes: Running, pub-crawls, meeting new people, 'Meeting' new people, recreational non-prescriptions.
Most Hated/Dislikes: Small spaces, his family, commitment, death, the cold, being sick.
Goals/Ambitions: He doesn't have one in particular, in his spare time he tries to find a way that he could actually die for good, but its a difficult process. He keeps a journal filled with all the different way he's died, with ratings on how painful it was in comparison to the rest. It's his way of coping with it all. Occasionally he'll get a knock at his door, and he'll be dragged into some situation by an angry Russian guy, but he can't really consider what he does with him a goal in life, since he isn't given much of a choice to help or not.

Strengths: He's considerate of other people ( he considers this a strength of his), He's charismatic, inventive.
Weaknesses: He's impulsive, flighty, commitment isn't even a thing.
Fears: Being trapped, small spaces, deep water, wild animals.
Hobbies/Interests: Running, traveling, hiking, camping, stargazing.

Philosophy of Life: "Oh god, it's this never-ending cycle of awfulness - but fuck it, at least I've got some wine to get me through"
Attitude Toward Death: "Death? Who? Can you give me her number she seems to have forgotten about me"
Religion/Beliefs: "God is for cussing and funny stories - that's about it"

Strange Behaviors: He bites into ice-cream. He flirts with straight people to make them uncomfortable.
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Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience:
His whole childhood. He was born on the eve of Halloween, which was a bad start to begin with according to his father, a rigorously religious man with an undiagnosed disorder of Schizophrenia. The first eighteen years of his life he spent it praying and following the scripture as closely as he could in front of his parents and siblings, and avoiding his father whenever possible. At the age of 18, Ashton died, snapping his neck when he fell from the roof when his father attempted to throw some tools up for him to catch. He remembers the moment vividly. The scratching of the roof tiles, the nauseating feeling of losing all sense of weight as gravity took control, and the haunting crack that sounded as his spine split into two pieces.

... only to come back to life while his father was in the middle of digging his grave. His father didn't believe in ambulances or 'announcing someone's death'. Upon the realization, his father refused to believe his son was human and convinced the rest of the family that it was a demon possessing their Ashton's body. They tried drowning it out of him, and shooting it, and hanging, burning, bleeding it out, but every time Ashton would wake back up feeling disorientated and dizzy. While dying was painful, upon waking it felt more like a hangover than anything, and if he died shortly after waking up, it didn't hurt nearly as much.
This went on for an entire year, of his family trying to get rid of the demon, before eventually he was buried alive - "Laid to rest in hopes our boy can find peace and the demon rot" - where he was trapped, dying over and over again for 8 months. For 8 months he was in a constant state of waking and dying from lack of oxygen, twice he heard his family above him, coming to pay their respects (he never fully heard what they all said, he only caught snippets) until on a hot April afternoon, in-between his fits of dying, he could hear the sound of dirt being shifted. He woke up to find his makeshift coffin opened and the night sky above him, cloudless and beautiful - it was like they were welcoming him back. Lilly and Octavia had come to see him, with a basket of water and food. They both had different reasons for coming to his rescue, Lilly, being the eldest, had felt responsible for not stepping in when he was being put through so much, whereas Octavia had missed her little brother dearly - the two were very close up until the accidental discovery of Ashton's powers. The three spent the night mostly crying into one another's shoulders and talking like they'd never done before, opening up and trying to figure out just what happened. They couldn't come up with any answers, but bonded nonetheless. By the time the sunrise started, the three were laughing, having found out Octavia was Bi, Lilly was not religious in the slightest and Ashton forgave the two for not helping him sooner, knowing full well their father wasn't safe to just defy so openly. The girls had come twice a week every week, trying to find the right time to free him, buy their farther always seemed to know when they were out - it turned out Patrisha was closer to Jeb than any of them had thought. Despite every reason to leave, th
e girls weren't ready yet, but Ashton was. They all went their separate ways, waving Ashton off and vowing to keep in contact at least once a year to keep each other updated.

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values:
He didn't actually know he was gay until his first proper night out. After two years of learning what the real world was like, he got some friends he'd met and went exploring - they ended up in a gay bar, were they all agreed to act as couples in order to get in and be incognito. His designated boyfriend was Leo, a funny guy with a handsome face. The bar tender didn't believe Leo was gay (it was a joke, but a joke Ashton - now nicknamed Ash - took very seriously) and to prove the staff wrong, the two held hands like a loving couple, and fawned over one another. Then they danced together, and to be thorough kissed to prove they were together. He woke up the next morning in Leos bedroom and a realization that he might be into dudes.

Education/Special Training: Christian school
Place/Type of Residence: Lives in a small apartment block. Is often traveling.
Occupation: A photographer
Work-related Skills: He knows his way around a camera and can take some stunning shots.

 
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Basics
Name: Leon Cord

Date of Birth (& age): June 23 | 24
Place of Birth: Germany, Quedlinburg
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Human, German-Indian
Social Class/Community Status: Lower class
Language: German. English. Hindu.
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc:
He didn't know his birth parents, but he does know his adoptive ones. Growing up in Germany he had Ludden, his adoptive father, and Amber, his adoptive mother. They had a little girl of their own, 4 years younger than Leon. His little sister was named Hedda. They're the sweetest family he could have asked for, and he visits every year, mainly for Christmas. He wishes he could see them more often but work keeps him busy.

Physical Description
Height: 5'4
Hair: Black, gelled back for convenience.
Eyes: A light brown.

Inhuman features: None. Despite his thrill-seeking side, he's not got so much as a scar.
Detailed Physical Description:


Typical Clothing/Equipment:
He wears a formal outing gear, always. It's a rather tight black ensemble, held tight with belts that act as handy holding places for guns, knives, and first aid kits. Added in is his trusty, lovingly-referred-to-as-"stick", a weapon of choice. It's a long pole, bladed on both ends when needed. It comes inbuilt with an electrical pulse he can use like a taser (though sparingly).


Personality/Attitude:
Leon is a stoic character. He has a wealth of emotions but doesn't let them show very often. He often comes across as cold, if not angry and constantly bored. The real show of his colours comes out in his actions. He will not purposefully put people in danger that aren't involved, and won't ask someone to do anything he himself couldn't do. He's a caring soul, who's been tainted over time. Now in his late twenties, he seeks justice through his own means, and while innocent people are kept to the wayside, he doesn't feel much remorse for those he targets.
To summarise, he keeps his emotions to himself, tries to be curt to those who deserve it and wastes no time on those who don't.

Favourite/Likes: Quiet moments, Success, Sleeping, Chocolate & Strawberries.
Most Hated/Dislikes: Drugs, The cold, Extended Isolation, Pears.
Goals/Ambitions:
To better the world by stopping the things that make it terrible. He wants the corruption that ruined him to not start its cycle again in others.

Strengths: Stick. Stealth.
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