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Name: Sasha Hollister
Age: 23
Gender: Female (straight)
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Pack healer
Personality: Kind and intelligent, yet also stubborn and strong willed. Sasha is the kind of caretaker you wouldn't want to catch on bad terms, for despite her honest and heartfelt nature she is very much in tune with her instinctual drive to protect and defend from any and all who stand in the way of her pack and those she cares about. While her stubbornness and morality calls for the right amount of emotional response in any given situation, the young werewolf never hesitates to remain logically inclined to receive the better outcome of any situations...even if that means relentlessly killing her targets to achieve a desired result. Despite this, Sasha's stubbornness to put others before her wellbeing can at times become her own downfall, always eager to sacrifice her own needs and wants for the sake of others she trusts.
Appearance: Dirty blonde average height slightly tan female with a lean yet sturdy build. Due to years of training in both combat and within the medical field, her limbs and back are loosely laced with scars and sometimes bruises acquired on the average basis and bears two tribal dragon tattoos. One is blue and black upon the back of her right shoulder extending down her back while the other, red and black, extends along her left hip and thigh. Eye color is a light green. At the front of her right shoulder holds an old but deep and distinct scar, the bite that marked her permanent life as a werewolf at a young age.
Other: Bears an decent amount of fighting tactics, but is still learning along the side of her main duties towards her pack and society as a doctor in the medical field. Holds great medical knowledge.
History: Born into this world a human along side a loving family and caring siblings to guide her towards her own understandings of right and wrong, Sasha was an avid go getter and fascinated by the world around her and the creatures inhabiting it since the very beginning. Unlike participating in precious social affairs like most young girls, Sasha could often be found exploring the woods near her old home or readings biological texts to pass the time, always eager to learn more about the living things that inspired so much beauty within her eyes. As far as education was concerned, the girl always worked to maintain within the top percent of her class, eager to pursuit a medical degree since a young child the moment she walk through their doors of opportunity.
Yet everything changed once Sasha's parents got the call that her eldest brother died in a car wreak, evidence of various forms of drug usage and other illegal findings marring the family's already guild stricken hearts. Sasha's once easily understandable and managed life quickly fell into chaos. Her father lost his job, her mother stopped sleeping and borderline demanded psychiatric help, while her remaining brother moved out without a single word of farewell upon his lips.
Hoping to start a new life within the peaceful and heartwarming town of Vinehurst, things finally seemed like a foundation was beginning to rebuilt. Her father was working towards a new job as a paralegal, her mother finally getting the medical attention she needed, and Sasha able to continue her education within a university not to far from her hometown and forge her own separate life.
Then one fooling and daring night hiking trip with some college classmates ended with devestating results, their camp torn apart by two seemingly rabid wolves that left two of her companions fatally wounded and her own person barely getting out alive. Several anger ridden fires from her glock .42 and the shrieks of those falling victim under her line of sight and the girl was once again left alone and stricken with grief, a severe bite to her right shoulder forever changing the way she was forced to live. Or so she thought.
Confused, lost, and within a constant battle of her newfound and foreign instinct, Sasha was taken in by a band of individuals who sniffed her out and brought her within their secluded community. Given new opportunity amidst those fallen to a somewhat similar fate, Sasha now dedicates her life building up a memorable reputation amongst her pack and people, eager to make the most of her newfound life and pledge her services to those in need. She can now be found as both a hard working doctor within Vinehurst's nearby ER facility and a pack healer within the small village the young werewolf now calls her own.
Name: Mika Laine
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Omega
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Personality:
If 'getting into trouble' was a personality trait, then Mika Laine would possess this. With an inability to keep his mouth shut, he has gotten himself into trouble more than once. He is stubborn and fierce, trying to make up for his smaller physique and clumsiness with big words. To the ones he trusts he can be gentle and kind, as underneath the big words actually lays a more caring personality. Patience, however, isn't Mika's virtue. Opening up is something challenging for the young werewolf, as he rather keep his secrets for himself. He can get lost in his enthusiasm about something, which can be either something positive or something negative. Sometimes he can spur people on to try it with him while other times he gets so lost into his own world that he forgets what he is actually supposed to do. He might be a little too foolish at times, but he mostly truly means well.
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History:
At a very young age, Mika had already lost his parents and was brought up in an orphanage. He never truly knew what is was like to have a loving family, as he was never adopted from the orphanage. Mostly because he kept walking away and ended up in the woods, exploring its secrets and just getting lost in the wonderful world of the trees. He had always felt more at home in the forests and the woods than he ever felt in the orphanage that he grew up in.
In school, he didn't get along nicely either. He kept getting into fights because he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Turned out he was gay, which didn't sit well with some of his schoolmates, as they started to taunt him for his sexual orientation. The friends he was keeping weren't very good for his wellbeing either. He began using drugs, alcohol, and just generally went the 'bad-boy route'. Until one day his friends went too far and Mika could no longer approve of their actions. Harassing a girl in a drunken and drug-driven slurr was never good in his books. He helped the girl away from his friends, with all the backlash to deal with. His friends shunned him, ignored him, began to bully him in any way possible; his freckles, his body, his personality, his sexual orientation. Once again, Mika was alone.
At age 18 it was time for Mika to leave the orphanage behind. It didn't take long for the young wolf to decide to move as far away from the orphanage, the school, and his ex-friends as possible; Mika decided to move to Vinehurst. There it was the first time that the young boy had his first transformation. The odd thing was that he didn't lose control like he had heard in so many stories. But it was still scary to be something he was not.
Confused and scared, he ended up at the pack after his first night of transformation, not knowing what had happened or how he should deal with this. He didn't know them, but he quickly discovered that he was the same as they were. He was taught how to transform at will and everything there was to know about being a werewolf. The pack dynamic was something that he really had to get used to, which he was still struggling with to this day. But at least Mika had finally found a place where he could belong.
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Name: Carter Van Dam
Age: 25
Gender male (Straight)
Species: Pure blood werewolf
Rank: Fighter
Personality: suspicious and cautious, He doesn't trust humans or his own kind. If he's dealing with his own people he would be slow trusting, but if any try to betray him he will not hesitate to kill them he has no feeling towards vampires. He prefers to be alone because he learned that the only person that he can trust one hundred percent is himself.
Appearance: Carter has a dark green eye his left eye is covered by an eye patch, he also has a scar on his noise. He has tanned skin and a long beard. He stand six foot two inches and weighs one hundred seventy-five pounds. His hair is typically in a Mohawk form.
History: Being born in Russia to two werewolf parents, Carter was born Russia plains in Manaraga. Life was pretty simple, with both his parents being gray wolves this made everywhere there home until they had their son Carter and they decided to make a cabinet in the woods. At the age of five Carter went on his first hunt with his father were he caught many otters at age ten he killed his first seal and at eight teen he killed his first bear, it was clear at a very early age that he was a skilled hunter and would help his dad and mom whenever they needed it this would change when he was eight teen.
When he came home after a successful hunt he found that the door to his home was kicked down, when he charged in he saw a human standing over his parents this would put Carter in instinctual rage as he attacked the man. As the fought it became apparent that the man was a better fighter then he was, Carter was used to fighting animals not human and was easily beaten by the man and knocked out and taken from his home. When he awoke he was chained to a cage along with others of his kind, he was hearing numbers from all around and saw others that were on the stage being taken. During all this he was grabbed by his collar to the podium and he bit the man that was pulling his chain, before he could he could escape he felt his leg go out when he looked down he saw that he was shot.
When he turned around he saw that it was the man that captured him that did it, he then heard the name of his assailant Anthony. He was then sold and taken for a low price, once at his. "New home" He tried several times to escape be every attempt failed and he was met with punishment, he was then given his first fight. During the fight he tried to convince his opponent to help him escape, this was to no avail and he started attacking him this went on for several minutes he finally attacked back to the best of his ability but this didn't last long. In his effort his opponent shoved his claw into his eye, when his opponent was boasting and Carter yelling in agony his killer instinct kicked in and he jumped onto his opponent back and bit into his neck bringing him down to the ground, he then squeezed and rolled him around leaving his opponent dizzy and suffocating before he finally stopped moving and he was deemed the winner. This would go on for years and years, and he would improve his fighting over time and become an amazing fighter. This would come to a head during his last fight someone poisoned his food so he could lose his fight, this did not go as planned since he still won the fight. However someone tried to put him down after the fight opening his cage, He was able to attack his would be attacker and kill them, he then ran as far away as he could he didn't care where he was going just as long as he was away from that fight club.
Age: 25
Gender male (Straight)
Species: Pure blood werewolf
Rank: Fighter
Personality: suspicious and cautious, He doesn't trust humans or his own kind. If he's dealing with his own people he would be slow trusting, but if any try to betray him he will not hesitate to kill them he has no feeling towards vampires. He prefers to be alone because he learned that the only person that he can trust one hundred percent is himself.
History: Being born in Russia to two werewolf parents, Carter was born Russia plains in Manaraga. Life was pretty simple, with both his parents being gray wolves this made everywhere there home until they had their son Carter and they decided to make a cabinet in the woods. At the age of five Carter went on his first hunt with his father were he caught many otters at age ten he killed his first seal and at eight teen he killed his first bear, it was clear at a very early age that he was a skilled hunter and would help his dad and mom whenever they needed it this would change when he was eight teen.
When he came home after a successful hunt he found that the door to his home was kicked down, when he charged in he saw a human standing over his parents this would put Carter in instinctual rage as he attacked the man. As the fought it became apparent that the man was a better fighter then he was, Carter was used to fighting animals not human and was easily beaten by the man and knocked out and taken from his home. When he awoke he was chained to a cage along with others of his kind, he was hearing numbers from all around and saw others that were on the stage being taken. During all this he was grabbed by his collar to the podium and he bit the man that was pulling his chain, before he could he could escape he felt his leg go out when he looked down he saw that he was shot.
When he turned around he saw that it was the man that captured him that did it, he then heard the name of his assailant Anthony. He was then sold and taken for a low price, once at his. "New home" He tried several times to escape be every attempt failed and he was met with punishment, he was then given his first fight. During the fight he tried to convince his opponent to help him escape, this was to no avail and he started attacking him this went on for several minutes he finally attacked back to the best of his ability but this didn't last long. In his effort his opponent shoved his claw into his eye, when his opponent was boasting and Carter yelling in agony his killer instinct kicked in and he jumped onto his opponent back and bit into his neck bringing him down to the ground, he then squeezed and rolled him around leaving his opponent dizzy and suffocating before he finally stopped moving and he was deemed the winner. This would go on for years and years, and he would improve his fighting over time and become an amazing fighter. This would come to a head during his last fight someone poisoned his food so he could lose his fight, this did not go as planned since he still won the fight. However someone tried to put him down after the fight opening his cage, He was able to attack his would be attacker and kill them, he then ran as far away as he could he didn't care where he was going just as long as he was away from that fight club.
The Bookstore Clerk
Name: Willow Moore
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Occupation: Bookstore Clerk
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Personality:
Willow might be a tad too curious for her own good. She loves reading, which is why she has decided to work in the local bookstore. She is very imaginative and people often tell her that she never outgrew her imagination state as a child. She is proud to be herself and will always choose to be her individual over a big group.
Appearance:
Willow has bright green eyes and her hair is painted a strawberry blonde. She has a slender figure that is more on the flat and boyish side, not that she really cares about that. Her dressing style usually consists out of comfortable clothing. Jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, cardigan, that kind of stuff. She has a septum piercing and pierced ears.
History:
There isn't much to Willow's history. She grew up in Vinehurst, went to the local schools, graduated, and the whole shablam. She grew up with a loving family and currently has her own little apartment close to the bookshop she works at. While in high school she discovered that she actually fancied girls as well. Sadly, she never had the pleasure of a long-lasting relationship and is still waiting for her prince or princess charming to come by.
Name: Rune Viribus
Age: Unknown (Appears to be in mid-twenties)
Gender: Male
Species: Pureblood Vampire
Rank: Soldier
Appearance: He is often found wearing a black jacket and a maroon button up shirt (Usually leaving the top two unbuttoned). Black pants accompanied with black combat boots. He has bleach white hair and crimson eyes and standing at a height of 5'8". Often carries a case at his side containing a sword from his father's kingdom.
Personality: Rune doesn't have a "fun" personality. Others would describe him as being rather dull. Most conversation that he has been in have a rather short life. He doesn't waste to much time and doesn't naturally trust others he can be difficult at first but he knows loyalty when he sees it friendships isn't really something he believes and feeling that no one does anything just "because".
History: Rune has been around for centuries he was born a vampire and a prince into his fathers kingdom some time in the medieval ages. He grew up learning how to fight and rule those beneath him. The idea of sitting back and letting others do things for him was something he could never stand and it was something he had to learn to deal with as he could not preform many tasks he wished during the day and had to become reliant on others. Which is why he made sure he did as much as he could during the night that included running campaigns and conquests to expand his fathers power and reach. While out on one such campaign he heard news that his fathers kingdom was under attack he rushed back through day and night. Almost nearly killing himself as servants and others found it difficult to try and keep up with him to keep him shielded from the sunlight during the day.
After several days he and his army had returned to find their kingdom burned to the ground. Rune stood in shock looking at the destroyed kingdom that was once his home. So many questions ran through his mind, there wasn't even and invading army that occupied and took control of the land. It was just simply death and destruction. Unsure of how to proceed he did his best to lead what was now left of his fathers kingdom. The soldiers and servants that where with him on his campaign followed him and eventually perished due to Rune's mistakes. Frustrated, angry, and scared for what would become of those who where left he disbanded them giving them all portions of what he could leaving himself with nothing.
Rune became a nomad wondering the lands learning to slowly survive on his own. After centuries of wandering and losing sight of why he was alive he found purpose in the form of a small girl. It was the first time he had felt the need to help someone he didn't know. This undeniably confused him but non the less he didn't want to let go of that feeling. He didn't want to let it end the same way as his kingdom.
Finding her in the more modern era she was close to death, perhaps because he was lonely or he pitied her he gave her a choice to become and immortal monster that served him till her soul was dragged into the burning flames of hell or he would end her and allow her soul to peacefully pass on to the after life. The choice she made that day gave Rune the strength to try again. Giving her new life the two learned of each other as they traveled and soon Rune came to know her as Kyoki. The pair eventually ended up in Vinehurst though Rune wanted to continue on he stayed because Kyoki told him to try here. Though he didn't understand he nodded and has slowly been trying his best to reconnect with his old more social self though it has been a slow process.
Name: Kyoki
Age: 98 (Looks 23)
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Appearance: Dark brown hair and stands at a whole 5'4". Often wears a simple black dress as she doesn't like dressing up for much. She has caramel colored eyes that almost always reflect her happy self as she hops around.
Personality: She would be described as the "fun" one between these two. She is the polar opposite of Rune she is almost always upbeat and happy. She always tries her best to make herself useful to Rune in any way possible and she runs by the rule any friend of his is a friend of hers. She is the kind of person who treasures relationships she has more than anything... well almost anything. She has a strong feeling of owing everything to Rune as he was the one who saved her and had shown her so much of the world. Her goal is to bring him happiness and see him smile again someday.
Age: Unknown (Appears to be in mid-twenties)
Gender: Male
Species: Pureblood Vampire
Rank: Soldier
Appearance: He is often found wearing a black jacket and a maroon button up shirt (Usually leaving the top two unbuttoned). Black pants accompanied with black combat boots. He has bleach white hair and crimson eyes and standing at a height of 5'8". Often carries a case at his side containing a sword from his father's kingdom.
Personality: Rune doesn't have a "fun" personality. Others would describe him as being rather dull. Most conversation that he has been in have a rather short life. He doesn't waste to much time and doesn't naturally trust others he can be difficult at first but he knows loyalty when he sees it friendships isn't really something he believes and feeling that no one does anything just "because".
History: Rune has been around for centuries he was born a vampire and a prince into his fathers kingdom some time in the medieval ages. He grew up learning how to fight and rule those beneath him. The idea of sitting back and letting others do things for him was something he could never stand and it was something he had to learn to deal with as he could not preform many tasks he wished during the day and had to become reliant on others. Which is why he made sure he did as much as he could during the night that included running campaigns and conquests to expand his fathers power and reach. While out on one such campaign he heard news that his fathers kingdom was under attack he rushed back through day and night. Almost nearly killing himself as servants and others found it difficult to try and keep up with him to keep him shielded from the sunlight during the day.
After several days he and his army had returned to find their kingdom burned to the ground. Rune stood in shock looking at the destroyed kingdom that was once his home. So many questions ran through his mind, there wasn't even and invading army that occupied and took control of the land. It was just simply death and destruction. Unsure of how to proceed he did his best to lead what was now left of his fathers kingdom. The soldiers and servants that where with him on his campaign followed him and eventually perished due to Rune's mistakes. Frustrated, angry, and scared for what would become of those who where left he disbanded them giving them all portions of what he could leaving himself with nothing.
Rune became a nomad wondering the lands learning to slowly survive on his own. After centuries of wandering and losing sight of why he was alive he found purpose in the form of a small girl. It was the first time he had felt the need to help someone he didn't know. This undeniably confused him but non the less he didn't want to let go of that feeling. He didn't want to let it end the same way as his kingdom.
Finding her in the more modern era she was close to death, perhaps because he was lonely or he pitied her he gave her a choice to become and immortal monster that served him till her soul was dragged into the burning flames of hell or he would end her and allow her soul to peacefully pass on to the after life. The choice she made that day gave Rune the strength to try again. Giving her new life the two learned of each other as they traveled and soon Rune came to know her as Kyoki. The pair eventually ended up in Vinehurst though Rune wanted to continue on he stayed because Kyoki told him to try here. Though he didn't understand he nodded and has slowly been trying his best to reconnect with his old more social self though it has been a slow process.
Name: Kyoki
Age: 98 (Looks 23)
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Appearance: Dark brown hair and stands at a whole 5'4". Often wears a simple black dress as she doesn't like dressing up for much. She has caramel colored eyes that almost always reflect her happy self as she hops around.
Personality: She would be described as the "fun" one between these two. She is the polar opposite of Rune she is almost always upbeat and happy. She always tries her best to make herself useful to Rune in any way possible and she runs by the rule any friend of his is a friend of hers. She is the kind of person who treasures relationships she has more than anything... well almost anything. She has a strong feeling of owing everything to Rune as he was the one who saved her and had shown her so much of the world. Her goal is to bring him happiness and see him smile again someday.
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Name: Kara Strongfoot
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Beta
Personality: Kara is strong-willed and steadfast, but also very playful. She has a quick wit and tongue and cheek humor that used to get her in a lot of trouble as a teenager. She may come off as gruff, but she loves to tease her pack mates. Sometimes a smart-ass, she is know to be blunt, almost harsh, at times. She has a confident charm that can come off as either cocky or endearing, depending on the day.
Kara is good at what she does. She is talented, strong, and aggressive. She is extremely cunning and a good leader, when she needs to be. She is quick-minded and loyal to the very end. Kara is full to the brim with fire, the cheeky antithesis to Jude's serious brooding.
Despite all this, Kara still has the sneaking feeling that she is not living up to all of her potential, and that if her parents were around, they would be extremely disappointed in her.
Appearance: Kara has thick dark brown hair that is cut at her shoulders and falls around in her face in a way that looks almost scruffy. Her eyes are almond shaped and a bright golden brown. Her face is surprisingly soft for a woman so hard. She has deeply tanned olive skin and is quite muscular. She is tall for a woman, but not really for a wolf, but appears strong in both forms.
History: For as long as can be remembered, the Strongfoot family has been a part of the Vinehurst wolf pack. Kara was raised among the little village, and for a while it was all she knew, but as she aged she began to go into town more and more often.
While Kara enjoyed her upbringing, there was a bit of conflict in the tribe between her family and the others. See, her grandfather believed that the Strongfoots were the rightful alphas, and often opposed and antagonized the Vanderbilt family. This was a trait he passed down to Kara's father. Kara was raised to be a leader, told that the position of alpha was her right, but she didn't want it. The position held too much responsibility, and besides, she grew up with Jude, her was her friend, her brother almost. She did not want to fight him for a position that she didn't think she even had the right to.
This caused a lot of tension with her parents when she was a teenager. As an only child, all of their wants were pushed onto her. As a result, Kara spent a good amount of time being a rebellious little prick, getting in fights and staying out late. But she always came home to her pack. And, admittedly, she has grown since then.
When she was 19, both her parents were killed during an altercation with a rival pack. And suddenly Kara was alone, barely an adult, no longer crushed under the boot of her father's needs. But she had the rest of her pack, at least. Things were different, but after a while, they were okay.
And then Jude became Alpha. And she became Beta. And here we are now.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Beta
Personality: Kara is strong-willed and steadfast, but also very playful. She has a quick wit and tongue and cheek humor that used to get her in a lot of trouble as a teenager. She may come off as gruff, but she loves to tease her pack mates. Sometimes a smart-ass, she is know to be blunt, almost harsh, at times. She has a confident charm that can come off as either cocky or endearing, depending on the day.
Kara is good at what she does. She is talented, strong, and aggressive. She is extremely cunning and a good leader, when she needs to be. She is quick-minded and loyal to the very end. Kara is full to the brim with fire, the cheeky antithesis to Jude's serious brooding.
Despite all this, Kara still has the sneaking feeling that she is not living up to all of her potential, and that if her parents were around, they would be extremely disappointed in her.
Appearance: Kara has thick dark brown hair that is cut at her shoulders and falls around in her face in a way that looks almost scruffy. Her eyes are almond shaped and a bright golden brown. Her face is surprisingly soft for a woman so hard. She has deeply tanned olive skin and is quite muscular. She is tall for a woman, but not really for a wolf, but appears strong in both forms.
History: For as long as can be remembered, the Strongfoot family has been a part of the Vinehurst wolf pack. Kara was raised among the little village, and for a while it was all she knew, but as she aged she began to go into town more and more often.
While Kara enjoyed her upbringing, there was a bit of conflict in the tribe between her family and the others. See, her grandfather believed that the Strongfoots were the rightful alphas, and often opposed and antagonized the Vanderbilt family. This was a trait he passed down to Kara's father. Kara was raised to be a leader, told that the position of alpha was her right, but she didn't want it. The position held too much responsibility, and besides, she grew up with Jude, her was her friend, her brother almost. She did not want to fight him for a position that she didn't think she even had the right to.
This caused a lot of tension with her parents when she was a teenager. As an only child, all of their wants were pushed onto her. As a result, Kara spent a good amount of time being a rebellious little prick, getting in fights and staying out late. But she always came home to her pack. And, admittedly, she has grown since then.
When she was 19, both her parents were killed during an altercation with a rival pack. And suddenly Kara was alone, barely an adult, no longer crushed under the boot of her father's needs. But she had the rest of her pack, at least. Things were different, but after a while, they were okay.
And then Jude became Alpha. And she became Beta. And here we are now.
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Name: Graham "Guss" Yahrinm
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Occupation: Retired Hunter. Contract Private Investigator
Personality:
Guss's is by his nature a good person though life has thrown him probably the worst hand resulting in him seeking a place to heal. Having been here for four years, battling both mental illness consisting of depression, ptsd and anxiety and old physical injuries. Its only now - that through time and a great deal of self care, making friends and connections has brought him back from possibly what could have ended his life. While an experienced Hunter of supernaturals, its his exposure to the cruelty that these monsters he has faced resulted in his eventual retirement. He tends to when in the company of others hide his pain, either behind other emotions and tends to allow himself the chance to release them when alone. As for his past he tends to evade it, refuse to really talk about it rather than vague details, hinting mostly that his family have passed and he's all that's left.
Although alittle bitter, jaded sometimes he does have a poor habit of keeping his own issues to himself.
Appearance:
Guss is well built, hands show from how callused they are from hard work and the deep scars hidden under tattoos along his arms. Clean shaven, short hair, sharp green eyes. Despite his age he gets on well. Under his jeans is a knee brace for his left knee, due to an old wound it tends to cause issues during the winter months. More towards the summer and spring it tends to be less of a grievance. As for build, he's well toned and his face has tell tale signs of nicks, small cuts from both close shaves and broken glass. Standing at 6.2, he tends to wear long sleeve clothes hiding both his tattoos, scars and burns. When out in the country he tends to wear suitable weather attire for what he's doing, keeping it mostly practical and as needed. Being a former hunter, he tends to carry a concealed knife, mostly for security and that it also can be turned into a screwdriver / bolt adjuster as well.
History:
Guss moved here four years ago alone apart from his pet dog, a retriever known as Dusty, although retired he took up work, taking more to community matters and also lending his career skills for private investigation and assisting the local law enforcement as a contractor. It was only recently after the fourth year his pet of seventeen years passed - despite it, Guss was the one who took it hard and its only recently that murders have started occurring. Throwing himself back into work while in his view maybe the best option - it doesn't do anything other than delay it. Its only recently murders have began propping up and as a former hunter, it smells, although he doesn't want to get involved its his ties to the community that bring him back out from retirement.
Careful details about Guss show, he had few or no pictures of family, though originally he did have a good upbringing into the craft and path of being a hunter. The techniques he learnt at a young age carried over till now and the scars from the lessons's he's learnt now linger. He hunts game for food on the occasion, though is respectable enough to avoid traps, baits and respectful enough to use a majority of the animal to prevent wastage. On the occasion he does send some of the game to a local wildlife shelter for animals awaiting release and are recovering.
Connections:
I am open to having pre-existing connections before this story. Who knows, maybe he encounters a supernatural on his usual hunts for food though oddly doesn't shoot.
Theme - Guss
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Message me if anyone would be interested :D
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Occupation: Retired Hunter. Contract Private Investigator
Personality:
Guss's is by his nature a good person though life has thrown him probably the worst hand resulting in him seeking a place to heal. Having been here for four years, battling both mental illness consisting of depression, ptsd and anxiety and old physical injuries. Its only now - that through time and a great deal of self care, making friends and connections has brought him back from possibly what could have ended his life. While an experienced Hunter of supernaturals, its his exposure to the cruelty that these monsters he has faced resulted in his eventual retirement. He tends to when in the company of others hide his pain, either behind other emotions and tends to allow himself the chance to release them when alone. As for his past he tends to evade it, refuse to really talk about it rather than vague details, hinting mostly that his family have passed and he's all that's left.
Although alittle bitter, jaded sometimes he does have a poor habit of keeping his own issues to himself.
Appearance:
Guss is well built, hands show from how callused they are from hard work and the deep scars hidden under tattoos along his arms. Clean shaven, short hair, sharp green eyes. Despite his age he gets on well. Under his jeans is a knee brace for his left knee, due to an old wound it tends to cause issues during the winter months. More towards the summer and spring it tends to be less of a grievance. As for build, he's well toned and his face has tell tale signs of nicks, small cuts from both close shaves and broken glass. Standing at 6.2, he tends to wear long sleeve clothes hiding both his tattoos, scars and burns. When out in the country he tends to wear suitable weather attire for what he's doing, keeping it mostly practical and as needed. Being a former hunter, he tends to carry a concealed knife, mostly for security and that it also can be turned into a screwdriver / bolt adjuster as well.
History:
Guss moved here four years ago alone apart from his pet dog, a retriever known as Dusty, although retired he took up work, taking more to community matters and also lending his career skills for private investigation and assisting the local law enforcement as a contractor. It was only recently after the fourth year his pet of seventeen years passed - despite it, Guss was the one who took it hard and its only recently that murders have started occurring. Throwing himself back into work while in his view maybe the best option - it doesn't do anything other than delay it. Its only recently murders have began propping up and as a former hunter, it smells, although he doesn't want to get involved its his ties to the community that bring him back out from retirement.
Careful details about Guss show, he had few or no pictures of family, though originally he did have a good upbringing into the craft and path of being a hunter. The techniques he learnt at a young age carried over till now and the scars from the lessons's he's learnt now linger. He hunts game for food on the occasion, though is respectable enough to avoid traps, baits and respectful enough to use a majority of the animal to prevent wastage. On the occasion he does send some of the game to a local wildlife shelter for animals awaiting release and are recovering.
Connections:
I am open to having pre-existing connections before this story. Who knows, maybe he encounters a supernatural on his usual hunts for food though oddly doesn't shoot.
Theme - Guss
Out Of Character:
Message me if anyone would be interested :D
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Name: Marianna 'Mari' Thorne
Age: 22
Gender: Female (never thought about it (bi-sexual))
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Scout
Personality: Mari is a scrappy soul. In a world where instincts matter hers are turned up higher than normal she embodies the phrase fight or flight. Mari is active, never letting herself stop and sit down for longer than a few moments. Sitting still for more than ten minutes takes an act of god. Her favorite thing in the world, other than her twin brother, is the feeling of running. It doesn't matter if it's the burn of human muscles and the wind through her hair, or the loping gait and the cool wooded air through her fur she loves the run. On the other side her first instinct when things get tough is that things are easier to solve by removing the problem. By force.
Mari is loyal to a fault but tries to hold the weight of the world on her shoulders for the people she cares about. Her brother, her pack. If asked of her she would try to move the world on her own. She tries to hide her insecurities behind a chipper mask, a sunny disposition and boundless energy. But she worries about those she cares about. Worries about keeping them safe, worries about keeping her brother out of danger, worries about the guilt that plagues her from her childhood.
Appearance:
Other: Mari is completely colorblind. She see's the world in shades of gray, as such her clothing occasionally doesn't match well color wise.
History: Mari would say she had a happy childhood. Sure she didn't have a full family, her father was human and disappeared soon after the twin's birth. That left her werewolf parent but she too left when the twins were ten. Growing up with her father's parents she didn't really want for anything. She grew up running in the woods, a wild child by any means.
Her childhood is a bit hazy for her, she remembers very little about her parents. The only person she remembers really is her brother being there. She remembers flashes of his face in pain. Horrified. The taste of blood. But she remembers him taking care of her. As she got older and realized just how different they were. She was a werewolf, her brother was not. Before her teenage years they were brought to Vinehurst and she was introduced to the pack. Her brother was not and went down a different path.
As she grew up she found her place, her natural athletic talents serving her well as a scout. She has found her place in the world and spends her time bothering the pack, her twin brother, and running around the woods and town.
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Name: Samuel 'Sam' Thorne
Age: 22
Gender: Male (Straight)
Species: Human
Occupation: Bar owner/tender
Personality: Sam is a careful sort. His mind works logically and he carefully considers things before speaking. There is little he cares about in this world, but his twin sister is the one thing. He has devoted his life to taking care of her since his parents vanished one by one. His sister was his whole world even if she was no longer the same.
Sam tries to keep to himself but he has a draw for people, people talk to him, confess to him. He does things confidently, listens, learns, and in some cases guides. When he took over his grandparents bar no one noticed a difference in the service and the place became a popular haunt where everyone feels welcome. An air of general tiredness sits around him, plagued by insomnia and odd hours he keeps.
Appearance:
Other: Sam is covered in bite and scratch scars. It's kind of a surprise someone who has had quite a few years of being attacked by a dog isn't something...else. He also does whatever he can to let his sister believe he has no idea what she really is, what the compound in the woods is. Outside of that he has remarkable traits of being a natural alpha but without any signs of being a werewolf.
History: Sam would say he had a horrible childhood. His parents disappeared without warning. His twin sister is a werewolf. He vividly remembers the days of his youth where he was attacked by a small wolf, bitten and clawed. He remembers his mother feeding him pills after the attacks. Explaining it would help him, teaching him how to make more if he needed.
When it was just him and his sister and she could barely remember her childhood he stepped up to take care of her. He learned bar-tending from his grandparents, took over the bar after their passing and has worked hard to study and learn. Officially he is trying to study medicine, veterinary. Unofficially he has been looking into the weird and unnatural. Werewolves, vampires, fey, witches, wizards. He was never sure what he was looking for, but he did find somethings along the way. What he plans to do with what he knows now...well it remains to be seen even by himself.
Age: 22
Gender: Female (never thought about it (bi-sexual))
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Scout
Personality: Mari is a scrappy soul. In a world where instincts matter hers are turned up higher than normal she embodies the phrase fight or flight. Mari is active, never letting herself stop and sit down for longer than a few moments. Sitting still for more than ten minutes takes an act of god. Her favorite thing in the world, other than her twin brother, is the feeling of running. It doesn't matter if it's the burn of human muscles and the wind through her hair, or the loping gait and the cool wooded air through her fur she loves the run. On the other side her first instinct when things get tough is that things are easier to solve by removing the problem. By force.
Mari is loyal to a fault but tries to hold the weight of the world on her shoulders for the people she cares about. Her brother, her pack. If asked of her she would try to move the world on her own. She tries to hide her insecurities behind a chipper mask, a sunny disposition and boundless energy. But she worries about those she cares about. Worries about keeping them safe, worries about keeping her brother out of danger, worries about the guilt that plagues her from her childhood.
Appearance:
Other: Mari is completely colorblind. She see's the world in shades of gray, as such her clothing occasionally doesn't match well color wise.
History: Mari would say she had a happy childhood. Sure she didn't have a full family, her father was human and disappeared soon after the twin's birth. That left her werewolf parent but she too left when the twins were ten. Growing up with her father's parents she didn't really want for anything. She grew up running in the woods, a wild child by any means.
Her childhood is a bit hazy for her, she remembers very little about her parents. The only person she remembers really is her brother being there. She remembers flashes of his face in pain. Horrified. The taste of blood. But she remembers him taking care of her. As she got older and realized just how different they were. She was a werewolf, her brother was not. Before her teenage years they were brought to Vinehurst and she was introduced to the pack. Her brother was not and went down a different path.
As she grew up she found her place, her natural athletic talents serving her well as a scout. She has found her place in the world and spends her time bothering the pack, her twin brother, and running around the woods and town.
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Name: Samuel 'Sam' Thorne
Age: 22
Gender: Male (Straight)
Species: Human
Occupation: Bar owner/tender
Personality: Sam is a careful sort. His mind works logically and he carefully considers things before speaking. There is little he cares about in this world, but his twin sister is the one thing. He has devoted his life to taking care of her since his parents vanished one by one. His sister was his whole world even if she was no longer the same.
Sam tries to keep to himself but he has a draw for people, people talk to him, confess to him. He does things confidently, listens, learns, and in some cases guides. When he took over his grandparents bar no one noticed a difference in the service and the place became a popular haunt where everyone feels welcome. An air of general tiredness sits around him, plagued by insomnia and odd hours he keeps.
Appearance:
Other: Sam is covered in bite and scratch scars. It's kind of a surprise someone who has had quite a few years of being attacked by a dog isn't something...else. He also does whatever he can to let his sister believe he has no idea what she really is, what the compound in the woods is. Outside of that he has remarkable traits of being a natural alpha but without any signs of being a werewolf.
History: Sam would say he had a horrible childhood. His parents disappeared without warning. His twin sister is a werewolf. He vividly remembers the days of his youth where he was attacked by a small wolf, bitten and clawed. He remembers his mother feeding him pills after the attacks. Explaining it would help him, teaching him how to make more if he needed.
When it was just him and his sister and she could barely remember her childhood he stepped up to take care of her. He learned bar-tending from his grandparents, took over the bar after their passing and has worked hard to study and learn. Officially he is trying to study medicine, veterinary. Unofficially he has been looking into the weird and unnatural. Werewolves, vampires, fey, witches, wizards. He was never sure what he was looking for, but he did find somethings along the way. What he plans to do with what he knows now...well it remains to be seen even by himself.
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So man tell me what you think of this.
Name: Alice Von Carstein
Age: 800 (Looks to be in her mid-twenties)
Gender: Female
Species: pureblooded Vampire
Rank:
Personality: Alice really is a cold arrogant woman, she looks down on humans. She sees them as trible and basic, she respects strong individuals and respected a strong enemy. When it comes to werewolves Alice doesn't hate them, in fact she respects them as not only a great enemy but how they live. But she will happily kill if they attack her.
Appearance: Alice might be eight hundred years old, but she looks no older than twenty five. Her hair goes down her neck to her shoulders, she's a slender woman with a moderate bust.
History: Born eight hundred years ago Alice was not born into wealth, her father was a soldier to another great empire and her mother died to a human. Her father taught her how to use swords, how to lead and how to properly ride a horse, overall her life was simple but enjoyable. Her father taught her that humans are to be used, While they are entertaining they should never be underestimated, and that she shouldn't worry about the lives of lesser creatures. These words would stick with Alice, when she refused to marry the man she was supposed to and ran from home. She rode north leaving the place she was born to find her own way. She would end up in Europe as a sword for hire, She worked for many noble houses, and had many men follow her. She would slowly rise in power, tile her mercenary ban was now seen as a threat and the nobles she once worked for went after her.
She slaughtered many of their forces, but lost her castle and her men. She feasted for days on the body of the soldiers that fell, once she had enough she gathered all the money she had and buried it she made herself new armor to hide her face, and continued to work as a sword for hire for another century. When news came to her that the empire she was born in fell, she collapsed on the ground and cried for days at the possible passing of her father.
Over the next six hundred years Alice would experience other empires rise and fall, she witnessed the Vikings come and invade Europe and both world wars. During all that time she looked at the humans and participated in many of those battles, she would fight off vikings and study their tactic and use it against them. She then traveled south, and became a pirate. She may not have been a pirate queen, but she learned ship combat and used the vikings tactic to raid many lands. She fought in both world wars, fought werewolves and her own kind and in the eight hundred years she took the meaning of to defeat your enemy you must know them to heart. She may hate werewolves but she can respect their pack mentality, how they never betray each other and look out for each other. As for her own kind she learned to be cautious around them, to never believe a word they say that they would only look out for themselves. And for the humans she learned that for all their advancements, they are still tribe and basic. They can be swayed with enough money, there was nothing that a human wouldn't do for a small amount of resources
Name: Alice Von Carstein
Age: 800 (Looks to be in her mid-twenties)
Gender: Female
Species: pureblooded Vampire
Rank:
Personality: Alice really is a cold arrogant woman, she looks down on humans. She sees them as trible and basic, she respects strong individuals and respected a strong enemy. When it comes to werewolves Alice doesn't hate them, in fact she respects them as not only a great enemy but how they live. But she will happily kill if they attack her.
Appearance: Alice might be eight hundred years old, but she looks no older than twenty five. Her hair goes down her neck to her shoulders, she's a slender woman with a moderate bust.
History: Born eight hundred years ago Alice was not born into wealth, her father was a soldier to another great empire and her mother died to a human. Her father taught her how to use swords, how to lead and how to properly ride a horse, overall her life was simple but enjoyable. Her father taught her that humans are to be used, While they are entertaining they should never be underestimated, and that she shouldn't worry about the lives of lesser creatures. These words would stick with Alice, when she refused to marry the man she was supposed to and ran from home. She rode north leaving the place she was born to find her own way. She would end up in Europe as a sword for hire, She worked for many noble houses, and had many men follow her. She would slowly rise in power, tile her mercenary ban was now seen as a threat and the nobles she once worked for went after her.
She slaughtered many of their forces, but lost her castle and her men. She feasted for days on the body of the soldiers that fell, once she had enough she gathered all the money she had and buried it she made herself new armor to hide her face, and continued to work as a sword for hire for another century. When news came to her that the empire she was born in fell, she collapsed on the ground and cried for days at the possible passing of her father.
Over the next six hundred years Alice would experience other empires rise and fall, she witnessed the Vikings come and invade Europe and both world wars. During all that time she looked at the humans and participated in many of those battles, she would fight off vikings and study their tactic and use it against them. She then traveled south, and became a pirate. She may not have been a pirate queen, but she learned ship combat and used the vikings tactic to raid many lands. She fought in both world wars, fought werewolves and her own kind and in the eight hundred years she took the meaning of to defeat your enemy you must know them to heart. She may hate werewolves but she can respect their pack mentality, how they never betray each other and look out for each other. As for her own kind she learned to be cautious around them, to never believe a word they say that they would only look out for themselves. And for the humans she learned that for all their advancements, they are still tribe and basic. They can be swayed with enough money, there was nothing that a human wouldn't do for a small amount of resources
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Feralstryker
Usurper of the wilds
Inner Sanctum Nobility
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Here we are folks, another vampire to add to the ranks...
Name: Clair Hatherly
Age: 26
Gender: Female (straight)
Species: Vampire
Rank: Anthony's assistant
Personality: While on the surface playing the part of quiet, obedient, loyal, and dedicated to the beings to which she works far; Clair is every bit the fiery and sadistic fighter to which her nature of origins remains heavily inclined. She can be shy towards people she doesn't know and is often a woman of few words unless the situation truly calls for it.
Appearance: Clair has shoulder length raven black hair with light green eyes, pale pale in complexion and a thin and lithe figure to which she uses to her own lethal advantage. Favors wearing dark clothing to aid in her desire to go about her days unnoticed and always bears a dark silver and crimson right upon her right middle finger. Has impaired vision of an unknown cause and thus can often be seen wearing reading glasses when necessary, but not essential nor does it hinder her ability to fight or assess terrain.
History: It always seemed like from the very beginning...Clair spent her life in hiding. While born unknown to her own true familial assets, the genetic traits that they left behind was something the girl was forced to endure alone. Always tired, always hungry, and always questioning why it had to be her; the majority of Clair's childhood was spend in desperation to fit in. To live a normal life amongst the common folk of her once beloved homeland and forge a life out of her own happiness, something so foreign to her for so long. And yet with each passing day that the woman fought to deny her true assets, the more her control remained determined to snap. Finally on a sunless day while attempting to retreat back home before another episode of hunger took hold, Clair's body could no longer bear to maintain its endurance and pulled the plug on her control. While painfully conscious of every gruesome second, the young vampiress lashed out on an innocent passerby in the dead of night, every ounce of blood hungrily drained from his veins a heavy reminder that she would never be human. She was a monster. Little was seen of the girl after that, the woman abandoning the life she once knew out of fear for harming those that she loved and chose instead to seek answers, and yet she instead found only more of the darkness and hate she so heavily feared in the embodiment of a deadly hunter she now remains heavily and painfully bound to. Cursed to do his bidding or suffer the consequences from forces not yet fully known to the girl, Clair now lives out her days doing Anthony's bidding, all the while seeking out the small opportunities and openings that may one day lead to her freedom.
Name: Clair Hatherly
Age: 26
Gender: Female (straight)
Species: Vampire
Rank: Anthony's assistant
Personality: While on the surface playing the part of quiet, obedient, loyal, and dedicated to the beings to which she works far; Clair is every bit the fiery and sadistic fighter to which her nature of origins remains heavily inclined. She can be shy towards people she doesn't know and is often a woman of few words unless the situation truly calls for it.
Appearance: Clair has shoulder length raven black hair with light green eyes, pale pale in complexion and a thin and lithe figure to which she uses to her own lethal advantage. Favors wearing dark clothing to aid in her desire to go about her days unnoticed and always bears a dark silver and crimson right upon her right middle finger. Has impaired vision of an unknown cause and thus can often be seen wearing reading glasses when necessary, but not essential nor does it hinder her ability to fight or assess terrain.
History: It always seemed like from the very beginning...Clair spent her life in hiding. While born unknown to her own true familial assets, the genetic traits that they left behind was something the girl was forced to endure alone. Always tired, always hungry, and always questioning why it had to be her; the majority of Clair's childhood was spend in desperation to fit in. To live a normal life amongst the common folk of her once beloved homeland and forge a life out of her own happiness, something so foreign to her for so long. And yet with each passing day that the woman fought to deny her true assets, the more her control remained determined to snap. Finally on a sunless day while attempting to retreat back home before another episode of hunger took hold, Clair's body could no longer bear to maintain its endurance and pulled the plug on her control. While painfully conscious of every gruesome second, the young vampiress lashed out on an innocent passerby in the dead of night, every ounce of blood hungrily drained from his veins a heavy reminder that she would never be human. She was a monster. Little was seen of the girl after that, the woman abandoning the life she once knew out of fear for harming those that she loved and chose instead to seek answers, and yet she instead found only more of the darkness and hate she so heavily feared in the embodiment of a deadly hunter she now remains heavily and painfully bound to. Cursed to do his bidding or suffer the consequences from forces not yet fully known to the girl, Clair now lives out her days doing Anthony's bidding, all the while seeking out the small opportunities and openings that may one day lead to her freedom.
Zory
Sunshine Riptide
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Name: Aleksi "Alek" Volkov
Age: Unknown, but nearly as old as the leader.
Race /Species: Vampire
Affiliation: Chaotic evil
Rank: Lieutenant
Personality: Alex is merely a starved dog on a leash. He is loyal to one man and that is his sire. He does nothing without his sire's' orders, however. He sees everything as prey and his greatest enjoyment comes from playing with his food. Don't let his animalistic behavior fool you. He's a very clean and eccentric ma, he just likes messing with people's minds.
Background: Aleksi doesn't remember much about his human life, only that he was born into a noble, Russian family and those that were jealous of what he had, burned his family and their wealth to the ground. Aleksi, by some miracle, was the only one left alive. He wandered the streets, mourning the loss of his wife, daughter and the rest of his family. Scrounging for scraps and suffering the winter's cold, Aleksi had nearly given up on his idea of revenge.
He'd laid down in an alley, crisp white snow falling. He was no longer shivering, his body too numb as he and his sire was the one who found him. Alek was consumed with revenge and immediately pledged his loyalty for a small chance to make those who destroyed his life pay. Once they were dead, he continued to stay with sire, eager to please the man who gave him this new, fantastic life.
Name: Skylar Day
Alias: N/A
Age: 27
Race /Species: Human Witch
Personality: He's a genius, incredibly smart and catches on quick though he tends to take things literally. He's a bit clumsy but put him behind a coffee maker or spellbook and he rarely falters. He avoids fights, doesn't like to find them at all, and would rather hide or run. He does like to laugh and enjoys a good joke. His workspace is a bit messy and he doesn't like anyone looking over his shoulder or in his space at all.
Background: Skylar grew up in a simple middle-class family going to a simple boring school in a bustling large city. He's incredibly smart, and by the age of fourteen had graduated highschool. As was tradition in his family, once he turned fourteen, his father explained to him that he descended from a long line of witches, but his father had denied continuing the craft once he'd met Skylar's mother.
At the age of sixteen, his parents died in a car wreck. It was a rainy night and difficult to see. A car coming the opposite direction swerved into their lane causing them to veer into the ditch. Neither survived and Skylar went to live with his grandmother. HIs grandmother was a very talented witch and began teaching Skylar everything she knew. At the age of twenty one, she passed away and Skylar, needing a new start moved to Vinehurst,
Now, Skylar works as a Barista in the local coffee shop. Patrons assume it's the caffeine, but they always feel a little better after drinking one of his concoctions. Though he hasn't had much interaction with the wolf pack, he knows of them and helps in subtle ways to keep their secret.
Age: Unknown, but nearly as old as the leader.
Race /Species: Vampire
Affiliation: Chaotic evil
Rank: Lieutenant
Personality: Alex is merely a starved dog on a leash. He is loyal to one man and that is his sire. He does nothing without his sire's' orders, however. He sees everything as prey and his greatest enjoyment comes from playing with his food. Don't let his animalistic behavior fool you. He's a very clean and eccentric ma, he just likes messing with people's minds.
Background: Aleksi doesn't remember much about his human life, only that he was born into a noble, Russian family and those that were jealous of what he had, burned his family and their wealth to the ground. Aleksi, by some miracle, was the only one left alive. He wandered the streets, mourning the loss of his wife, daughter and the rest of his family. Scrounging for scraps and suffering the winter's cold, Aleksi had nearly given up on his idea of revenge.
He'd laid down in an alley, crisp white snow falling. He was no longer shivering, his body too numb as he and his sire was the one who found him. Alek was consumed with revenge and immediately pledged his loyalty for a small chance to make those who destroyed his life pay. Once they were dead, he continued to stay with sire, eager to please the man who gave him this new, fantastic life.
Name: Skylar Day
Alias: N/A
Age: 27
Race /Species: Human Witch
Personality: He's a genius, incredibly smart and catches on quick though he tends to take things literally. He's a bit clumsy but put him behind a coffee maker or spellbook and he rarely falters. He avoids fights, doesn't like to find them at all, and would rather hide or run. He does like to laugh and enjoys a good joke. His workspace is a bit messy and he doesn't like anyone looking over his shoulder or in his space at all.
Background: Skylar grew up in a simple middle-class family going to a simple boring school in a bustling large city. He's incredibly smart, and by the age of fourteen had graduated highschool. As was tradition in his family, once he turned fourteen, his father explained to him that he descended from a long line of witches, but his father had denied continuing the craft once he'd met Skylar's mother.
At the age of sixteen, his parents died in a car wreck. It was a rainy night and difficult to see. A car coming the opposite direction swerved into their lane causing them to veer into the ditch. Neither survived and Skylar went to live with his grandmother. HIs grandmother was a very talented witch and began teaching Skylar everything she knew. At the age of twenty one, she passed away and Skylar, needing a new start moved to Vinehurst,
Now, Skylar works as a Barista in the local coffee shop. Patrons assume it's the caffeine, but they always feel a little better after drinking one of his concoctions. Though he hasn't had much interaction with the wolf pack, he knows of them and helps in subtle ways to keep their secret.
Name:
Age: Looks around 22, but is actually around 90/100 years old.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Vampire
Rank: Scout
Personality:
Through the years, Fawn has changed quite a lot. She was born in the 1950s, where women were expected to be housewives. She never quite fit in this 'perfect housewife' personality that society had wanted from her. She is fierce, quite independent, and rather thinks in solutions. She has nothing of the timid demeanor that society expected of her back in the 50s.
Fawn can be fiercely loyal if you're in her good graces, but when you're not... Well... You can expect quite some stubborn behavior from the girl. If you do her wrong, she won't forget. You will get it back one way or another. She does whatever she wants unless you can convince her otherwise; you can persuade her if your reasoning is right.
The raven-haired female is quite fond of her freedom and will do anything to keep it. Fawn is quite fond of attention.
Appearance:
At first glance, she looks scrawny and petit, but don't let this fool you. She is quite flexible and fast. She is quite proud of her pale skin and avoids any and all sunlight if possible. Her bright blue eyes are a stark contrast with her black slightly wavy locks. In clothing, she sometimes wears what she would have worn 'in the olden days'. But most of the time she can be found looking as if she walked out of a fashion blog.
History:
Fawn had the childhood of any girl in the 1950s; Her mother taught her how to be a perfect housewife and at 18 years old she got married to one of her childhood friends. For the first 2 years of her marriage, it went pretty well. There was nothing wrong with her little life. But Fawn, or rather Mary as she was still called back then, wanted more. She wanted more than just staying at home, cleaning, cooking dinner, and constantly hearing about when she would get pregnant and have children.
When she was 22, she sadly heard that having children was never going to happen. After a year of doctor visits, they discovered that Mary was infertile. Her husband blamed her because in his eyes it was her fault. Something had to be wrong with her. They visited priests, even more doctors, anything that they could think of. Sadly enough, nothing could make her fertile again.
One night, her husband came back in a drunken slur. He went out drinking with his friends. When he came back home they got in a big fight and that was when fate struck. In anger, her husband stabbed Mary 7 times in her stomach and chest. Mary, obviously, defended herself. She pushed her husband and he landed with his head on the dining table, never to stand up again. Mary fled outside, trying to find help while she was bleeding out. She blacked out.
When she became conscious again, she wasn't in the middle of the streets. A small group had found her and changed her. She traveled with them for a while until they had to scatter after being discovered. Mary changed her name to Fawn to completely let go of her past and traveled alone for a while. Until she found her home with her current group.
Other:
- Fawn runs a fashion blog and Youtube Channel, she is quite adept with technology (She simply likes the attention)
- She loves children because she was never able to get them
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Name: Jeong Jae-ho
Nickname: Jae (pronounced "Jay")
Age: 433, biologically 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Vampire
Rank: Scout
Personality: Thoughtful and intelligent, Jae is often regarded to be the quiet one of the group. He is clever, bookish, and kind. He might be viewed as a pushover, but he is just smart, he buys his time and waits. Even with his vampire super speed and strength, his best asset is still his mind. Jae is a thinker. He views people as equations to be solved. You can often find him off in a corner deep in thought. He always thinks before her speaks or acts.
He is also nice. He enjoys making people smile and wants to have friends, even if he can be a bit shy. He is akward, but kind, and has an inherent goodness about his even though he struggles with empathy. Despite his softness, Jae is also very cautious. He is careful with his actions and borders on secretive. His is also very strong willed, but obedient, and rarely stands up for himself.
Appearance: Jae is thin and average height for a male. He has cleanly cut dark brown hair and bushy eyebrows. His eyes are surprisingly bright. He has thin lips and an overall unassuming appearance.
History: Jae was born in Northern Korea in the 1500s, and came of age just as the Japanese began to invade Korea's borders, leading to what would be a years-long war. The youngest of four brothers, it was a while before he was finally drafted, and even longer before her actually fought. For his first year of service, he did a lot of cleaning and paperwork, better with a quill than with a weapon. His father had worked for Korean nobility, so Jae's family was of high enough status for him to have been able to go to school as a teenager.
He did most of his work in war correspondence, before the camp he was in was ambushed in the dead of night. It was the first time Jae fought, and was captured. But it wasn't soldiers he was taken by, it was vampires, using the war as a front for their own evil deeds.
Jae lived with this group for a while, bouncing around the world using human conflicts to feed and grow. It wasn't really a coven, more like a cult, and Jae had no power. It was during the Thirty Year War, in France, when his master turned a girl named Celia. Jae and Celia fell in love, and a couple years after she had been turned, the two ran away.
Jae and Celia tried to live an honest life, but it can be hard to do some when one is a vampire. They lived together for nearly 150 years, before Celia grew tired of immortality and killed herself. Jae was devested, and became and nomad for a while, throwing himself into now modern-day education, going to the best schools and getting multiple degrees. He then fell into his current coven, mostly by luck, and is very glad to be with them for the last few decades.
Other: Has degrees in PhDs in Asian History and Linguistics. Can understand most common languages.
Nickname: Jae (pronounced "Jay")
Age: 433, biologically 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Vampire
Rank: Scout
Personality: Thoughtful and intelligent, Jae is often regarded to be the quiet one of the group. He is clever, bookish, and kind. He might be viewed as a pushover, but he is just smart, he buys his time and waits. Even with his vampire super speed and strength, his best asset is still his mind. Jae is a thinker. He views people as equations to be solved. You can often find him off in a corner deep in thought. He always thinks before her speaks or acts.
He is also nice. He enjoys making people smile and wants to have friends, even if he can be a bit shy. He is akward, but kind, and has an inherent goodness about his even though he struggles with empathy. Despite his softness, Jae is also very cautious. He is careful with his actions and borders on secretive. His is also very strong willed, but obedient, and rarely stands up for himself.
Appearance: Jae is thin and average height for a male. He has cleanly cut dark brown hair and bushy eyebrows. His eyes are surprisingly bright. He has thin lips and an overall unassuming appearance.
History: Jae was born in Northern Korea in the 1500s, and came of age just as the Japanese began to invade Korea's borders, leading to what would be a years-long war. The youngest of four brothers, it was a while before he was finally drafted, and even longer before her actually fought. For his first year of service, he did a lot of cleaning and paperwork, better with a quill than with a weapon. His father had worked for Korean nobility, so Jae's family was of high enough status for him to have been able to go to school as a teenager.
He did most of his work in war correspondence, before the camp he was in was ambushed in the dead of night. It was the first time Jae fought, and was captured. But it wasn't soldiers he was taken by, it was vampires, using the war as a front for their own evil deeds.
Jae lived with this group for a while, bouncing around the world using human conflicts to feed and grow. It wasn't really a coven, more like a cult, and Jae had no power. It was during the Thirty Year War, in France, when his master turned a girl named Celia. Jae and Celia fell in love, and a couple years after she had been turned, the two ran away.
Jae and Celia tried to live an honest life, but it can be hard to do some when one is a vampire. They lived together for nearly 150 years, before Celia grew tired of immortality and killed herself. Jae was devested, and became and nomad for a while, throwing himself into now modern-day education, going to the best schools and getting multiple degrees. He then fell into his current coven, mostly by luck, and is very glad to be with them for the last few decades.
Other: Has degrees in PhDs in Asian History and Linguistics. Can understand most common languages.
Faceclaim: Daniel Vigh
Name: Gwydion "Gwen" Brightley
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Witch
Rank: New age / Herb store owner
Sexuality: Gay
Personality:
Gwen is a very shy and soft character. He is very kind, always wanting the best for other people, trying to fix things for them (even when it wouldn't be advisable). But finds it difficult to actually talk to people, often not knowing what to say. He doesn't like busy places, because they make him uncomfortable. This also melts into the fact that he doesn't like loud places. You could say Gwydion is a bit of a loner because he finds it difficult to connect with 'normal' people.
Appearance:
He has long blonde hair, bright green eyes and an angular face. He's average of hight, let's say around 175cm. He isn't very heavy either. He likes to dress in more bohemian like clothes. As long as it is comfortable, really.
History:
Gwen's family has owned a little new age/herb shop in Vinehurst for generations now. His grandmother had started it, then his mother had taken is over and now it's Gwydion's turn. Their family exists of mostly witches, the magic gen quite strong within this family. It is even said that this family has one special ability; The ability to receive cryptic messages through dreams. They are never straight forward, which is why every witch in this family gets information drilled into their skull.
Luckily, Gwen loved magic and everything that had to do with this. So when he turned 21 and it was his turn to take over the shop, he did this with love.
His grandmother died when he was only 19 years old and his mother went onto a pilgrimage to travel across the world. The 22-year-old Gwydion was left to fend for himself, not knowing when his mother would return. His father was already out of the picture; His mother was knocked up and his father had left the moment that it became clear his mom, Aurora, was pregnant. Thus Gwen grew up without a father.
Other:
- Gwydion owns the local herb / new age shop
- He has the power of premonition dreams, which basically isn't as 'good' as it sounds. It's littered with cryptic messages for Gwen to figure out the meaning of.