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JOHANNA OF VALOIS






Age: 23
Height: 1.76
Eyes: Green
Likes: wine, animals, scouring the hidden passages,
Loves: Tales of knights and adventure, the castle at night, the stars, riding her horse around the grounds


Personality:
Johanna of Valois was a princess in name, but never in freedom. To the court, she was the delicate daughter of the king, meant to sit quietly, smile politely, and be admired from afar. But behind the polite façade, she was a storm of restless ambition. Her heart longed for adventure, for the kind of heroism she read about in secret, tucked away in the corners of the castle library.

She watched and learned, practiced in hidden chambers, and dreamed of a life beyond the gilded cage her father had built for her. Every story of knights and daring deeds filled her with a quiet fire, a stubborn determination to prove she was more than the pretty, useless princess everyone assumed her to be. Though her father favored her brother, granting him the education and training she craved, Johanna refused to be defeated by circumstance.

Sharp-eyed, clever, and strong-willed, she carried herself with a grace that hid the iron beneath her skin. She was a girl of secrets and ambition, of dreams larger than any throne could contain, waiting for the moment when she could step out of the shadows and claim her place, not just as a princess, but as a hero. As someone who could mean something.

Background:
Johanna of Valois was born into a life of privilege, but also of restriction. As the second child and only daughter of the king, she was never meant to rule. Her older brother, the firstborn, was the heir. Groomed in every skill, every lesson, every secret of the kingdom. Johanna, in contrast, was expected to sit still, learn courtly manners, and grow into a proper princess. Her father made his preference painfully clear: she was beautiful but fragile, clever only enough to amuse at dinners, not to govern. She was thought how to be a bride, obedient and submissive. Never accounting for her pure disgust to her future roll and determination to become anything but that.

From an early age, Johanna realized the truth: knowledge was power, and power was denied to her. But she was stubborn, a dreamer who refused to accept the limitations imposed upon her. While the world assumed she was idle, she watched. Closely. Carefully. She memorized her brother’s lessons, studied the guards’ drills and snuck in as many lessons on sword fighting as she could, practising when everyone was asleep. Teaching herself what the king would never allow her to learn.

The castle became both her prison and her training ground. Secret chambers, quiet hallways, and late-night excursions into the library became her refuge. Every whispered conversation, every practice session in hidden corners, added to her growing knowledge of combat, strategy, and diplomacy. Though she lacked formal instruction, her mind was sharp, her hands steady, and her ambition fierce.

Yet, for all her cleverness and determination, there were limits. There were lessons she could not learn from books or observation. The weight of a crown she was never meant to wear. And still, the fire inside her would not be extinguished. Johanna of Valois waited patiently, biding her time, dreaming of the day she could step out of her father’s shadow and show the world that a princess could be more than her title: she could be a hero.

 

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Deven Darling

Take everything I say with a grain of salt.

Dossier

Name: Information Here
Alias: Dev
Age: 25
Race: Human
Birthplace:
Sex/Gender: Woman
Sexuality: Bi-sexual

Hair: Ginger, wolf cut, always messy and wild
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 1.65 m
Build: Curvy
Tattoos: snake symmetrical on either side of her stomach under her belly button, peaks out from underneath the jeans. Legs, arms full.
Piercings: Nose ring

Personality

Dev loves her solitude more than anything because of anxiety. Dev works at a tech center. The same hours every day, the same routine and the same people. Perfectly safe and controlled. She likes it that way. Well, like is a strong word. Does she sometimes want to stab her eye out when thinking of the next five years of her life? Yeah. But who doesn't. The alternative, having to actually make something of herself, explore her potential? That is beyond scary. Her heart races and her palms sweat thinking about it. And nothing more gross than sweaty palms.

Likes: Dim sum, ginger ale and doing silly voices and accents, using humour as a deflection.
Loves: Music, skating and gaming, her cat pudge
Alignment: Information Here
Other: Anxious, recluse

History

Deven was raised by two wonderful parents. Henry and Stella raised Dev to be anything she wanted, even if struggled more than half their life. Despite her loving upbringing, she's always felt out of place. Like there is something missing. As if something is waiting for her. But waiting and uncertainty are two of Dev's least favorite words. So Dev isolated. She focused on things she could control. Like the gaming world and her online friends. More to be added!

 

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SIERRA SUMMERS (GC)



Age: 24
Height: 1.72 m
Eyes: hazel
Likes: Greasy pizza, box wine,
Loves: ...

 

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Charlotte 'Charlie' Bardot



Age: 24
Height: 1.72 m
Eyes: hazel
Likes: red wine, people who pretend to be good or better than her, being feared just a little, honest conversation especially confessions about sin,
Loves: herself, heavy rain on her skin after a feed, street musicians and art that make her feel too much, stillness between people,


Personality:
There’s an edge to her, a hint of danger, but it’s tempered by a genuine softness she rarely advertises.

She is emotionally perceptive, able to read moods, intentions, and unspoken truths with unsettling accuracy. She understands people in their contradictions and doesn’t demand purity from anyone, least of all herself. Compassion comes naturally to her, but so does detachment when emotions become overwhelming. She can be patient and gentle, but when pushed too far, her temper flashes quick and bright before disappearing just as fast.

As a vampire, her restraint is a choice she makes again and again. She is drawn to intensity, to fear, desire, and vulnerability and hates herself for how instinctively she recognizes them. She enjoys the power blood gives her and despises the ease with which she could stop caring but it also tempts her. It calls out to her so easily. Humor, when it surfaces, is dry and dark, often used to deflect moments that hit too close to home.

She lives in contradiction. kind yet dangerous, controlled yet tempted, self-aware yet deeply conflicted. Her morality isn’t rigid; it’s negotiated daily. What frightens her most isn’t damnation or becoming evil. it’s the thought of becoming indifferent. She fights that fate with small acts of control, quiet empathy, and the stubborn refusal to lose herself completely. But its harder than she ever anticipated. But most of all, just like when she was younger, she is fascinated by sin. Walks the line and all the emotions that come with it. She isn’t evil, not really but she can’t help do evil things sometimes. Its tempation lays on her lips, like a drop of delicious blood.



Background:
She was an artist long before she was a vampire. The kind of person who observed more than she spoke. She had an eye for people in their most honest moments. She loved it when innocence slipped, when composure cracked, when someone forgot to perform. Beauty never intimidated her; brokenness never repelled her. Because beauty to her was the ugliest moments and the smallest one. The ones others forgot about. She believed truth lived in the spaces between who people pretended to be and who they really were, and she captured those moments with a quiet intensity.

She was edgy but not cruel, tough without being cold. Kind in ways that didn’t announce themselves by staying present, remembering details, protecting the overlooked. She wasn’t morally pure. Not even close. she had a temper, a sharp edge, and the ability to detach when things hurt too much. She was fascinated by darkness, not because she wanted to become it, but because she understood it. Because somewhere deep inside her, she could feel it pulsing, growing even. and she knew everyone was cracked. Some people, as she did, just hid it better.

 

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Adira




Age; Somewhere in her twenties, but not sure.
Eyes: dark brown
Likes: the smell of books, alone time
Loves: nothing, she was thought that loving anything was vain, that her life was to be modest and her emotions and feelings didn't matter.

Background and Description: Adira was raised to be a maiden. Raised to be a living offer. And not a single day went by that they didn't remind her of this fact. From the moment she could walk, her life was shaped by stone walls, whispered prayers, and the watchful eyes of nuns who taught her that obedience was devotion and sacrifice was holy. And it was loyalty that defined her. Adira was a rule follower. And she did this with near-reverent precision, even when she didn't fully understand them, or when something in her quietly resisted their logic. The Bible, its laws, and the rituals she was raised on were etched into her memory, followed to the letter, not out of blind faith, but habit and discipline. For this she had always been praised. She was strict and serious and composed. Years of rigid structure had made her tough and unyielding. Stubborn in her convictions and sharp in her convictions, especially in herself. Even if she wasn't allowed to be outspoken about her believes, beneath her discipline was a quiet rebellion. One that made her sneak into the convents library. Drawn to the forbidden stories and knowledge, hungry for answers she never dared to ask. Not outloud anyway. Outward, she was always a posterchild for how a maiden should act. Inward, her gut screamed at her, for a chance to be heard. But the harder it screamed, the harder she put her claws into the rules and indoctrination.

Adira’s strength is not loud or defiant. It lives in restraint, in endurance, in the tension between belief and doubt. During her pilgrimag, walking from temple to temple in honor of God. she is the image of devotion, measured and obedient. But somewhere deep inside, questions stir. And though she may not yet have the language for them, they are beginning to shape her just as much as faith ever did.

 

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PAISLEY 'LEE' WILSON







Age: 21
Height: 1.74 m
Eyes: Green, hazel
Likes: Vinyls, punk music and rock, bouldering,
Loves: playing guitar, piano and singing. Tattoos and piercings.


Personality:
Paisley is independent to her core. She makes decisions deliberately and rarely explains herself unless she thinks it’s worth the effort. There’s a quiet confidence in the way she moves through the world. She doesn’t seek approval, and she doesn’t waste energy proving herself.
She’s stubborn, but not reckless. Once she’s made up her mind, it’s nearly impossible to sway her unless logic or experience demands it. She values autonomy, honesty, and competence, and she has little patience for people who underestimate her. Paisley is sharp-witted and genuinely funny. Her humor is dry, quick, and often disarming. Around people she trusts, especially her brother, she becomes noticeably more playful and goofy. She teases, provokes, and argues for sport, often turning conversations into verbal sparring matches that are more affectionate than hostile. Socially, she’s observant rather than loud. She notices details others miss, reads people well, and tends to keep her thoughts to herself until she decides to speak, when she does, it’s usually intentional and pointed. She can hold her own in any conversation, especially when challenged.
She’s artistic and emotionally intelligent, with a strong connection to music and physical expression. She processes emotions through action and climbing, creating, moving, rather than over-explaining them. While she isn’t openly sentimental, she feels deeply and is fiercely loyal once someone earns her trust. Paisley can come off as guarded or aloof at first. She doesn’t open easily, not because she’s insecure, but because she’s selective. With the people she loves, she’s warm, protective, and unexpectedly soft beneath the edge. She has a clumsy streak that tends to appear when she’s relaxed or distracted, and a rebellious edge rooted in curiosity and self-determination rather than defiance. She’s grown calmer with age, less reactive, more grounded but she’s never lost her bite or her sense of humor.




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Demetria Dawson


Age; 27
Eyes; Green
Height; 1.76 cm
description; dark wild hair, long. Dark eyes, a scar under her lip. Curvy and strong build. Tattoos, small ones.
Likes
Loves

Personality:
Demi is stubborn, strong-willed, and unapologetically herself. She meets danger with a grin and tension with a joke, using humor, bravado, and constant motion to stay one step ahead of her own thoughts. Quick-witted and sharp-tongued, she enjoys banter and provocation, especially with people who challenge her or try to control her. She laughs loud, fights dirty, and has a habit of treating even the worst situations like a dare. Beneath the playful recklessness, Demi is emotionally deep but guarded. She feels things intensely yet struggles to express vulnerability, often deflecting serious moments with humor, sarcasm, or action. Stillness makes her uneasy; she prefers adventure, conflict, or chaos over quiet reflection. When emotions threaten to surface, she pushes forward instead of slowing down. She clashes easily with authority and rigid rules, bristling at being managed or underestimated. However, she respects competence, consistency, and those who can keep up with her without trying to cage her.