Seravian's Character Stash

[Seravian]

Ah, you've stumbled across my old character thread.

Some notes:

I feel like my characters are hit or miss --some are better than others.

I don't use faceclaims for my characters. I hate searching for images. The characters that have images only use them because I was inspired to build a character around it. Or I use an image because someone decided to draw art for my character.

This thread does not contain every character I've made, past or present. There was a time where I would write out character sheets for a character for a roleplay, and I'd often reuse a character I grew fond of. Now, I only write out a character sheet if I feel inspired to do so.

I wouldn't even say this thread contains my favorite characters. But there are a few who are present in threads here; two in particular, began in stories that started on another site and were brought here. While others are older characters I've messed around with over the years.

As I tend to create a new character for every rp, I seldom reuse characters anymore these days. That isn't to say I'm not willing to try to plot with these characters but it is something to keep in mind.

 

[Seravian]

Basic Information;
Full Name: Nahaliel
Age: 500+, exact age unknown
Sex: Male
Species: Dragon
Sexuality: Demisexual
Religion: A dragon answers to no gods
Place of Birth: Somewhere in the Frozen North
Occupation: Scholar (of sorts)

Appearance;
Hair: white
Eyes: amber
Height: 20' (50' in length)
Weight: 2,750 lbs
Build: Solid

Nahaliel is a medium-sized dragon with angelic, feathered wings (wingspan of 50 feet) and a white mane that starts from his head and neck, following all the way down to his tail. There is a small horn on the tip of his snout. His silver and rust-colored scales are thick, like heavy armor. Though despite his somewhat bulky appearance, he is built more for speed. His long tail is sharp like a whip, to further complement this.

Several notable features include his long, gold-colored horns, the odd pattern on his chest that looks like it could be some sort of sigil, and the fact that his front paws look a lot like hands. Other than that, however, he is fairly average.

Personality;
Likes: collecting things, as many dragons do, exploring, magic, a good conversation, nature
Dislikes: disorganization, filth (anything from waste to dirt, to dark, dank places), the smell of cinnamon or any large number of spices together at once (but especially cinnamon), the look and smell of rotting flesh
Strengths: cunning, well learned in magic and other arts, quick witted, not easily angered
Weaknesses: egotistical, often looks down on humans (though he does not necessarily dislike them), can be moderately lazy
Dreams: To explore everything there is to be explored, to dive into unknown territory, discover the unknown
Fears: It takes a lot to truly frighten a dragon, but Nahaliel does not particularly enjoy thunderstorms or blizzards.

In one word, Nahaliel is wise. Like many dragons, he has been around for a very long time and wastes no time sharing his knowledge to any who show interest in what he has to offer. He is a sucker for conversation, but is not always quick to trust. Many have come to him seeking knowledge and, on occasion, there have been people who wished to end his life just to have what he has.

He can be kindhearted… sometimes. His typical demeanor is more callous, however he is not without empathy.

Nahaliel is often very critical of things, and tends to overanalyze. He likes to have everything in order, from his books, to notes, to knowledge in general. Often to the point where he gets lost in thought, or hung up on one detail until he figures a way over a roadblock. He does not take lightly to being bested and will often have a hard time coming to terms with someone who might be a bit more knowledgeable than he is.

History;
Mother: Saarafii
Father: Unknown
Sister: Asliah
Sister: Fai
Brother: Zohrian
Spouse/ Significant Other: -----
Children: -----

Nahaliel was born in the frigid North, many years ago, during a time where humans and dragons were considered mortal enemies. Dragons typically lived in strongholds up in mountains, away from where humans dared tread. These were large fortresses, often built by both dragons and human slaves. War raged, and day and night humans and dragons clashed at the foot of the mountain strongholds. The smell of blood always seemed to be present.

Saarafii was a noble amongst dragons, whereas the dragon who bred her was of an unknown origin. He jumped her one day, leaving her to tend to her clutch alone. Out of these eggs, only four of them survived.

From a young age, Nahaliel was distant. Out of his siblings, he was the only one with angelic wings, a trait, he was told, that was shared with his unnamed father. Angelic dragons were often very rare, especially in the harsh frozen North. Though he was taught the ways of dragons, and followed them diligently, he still felt like something was lacking. It wasn't boredom, for he had been trained to be a soldier and often fought in battles. His magic was powerful, perhaps more powerful than his siblings, and he proved to be a fast learner.

He was a warrior, but he wanted more. Sometimes he would wander away from home for days on end, only to be dragged back. It started to frustrate him after a while. Thankfully he would not have to be bored by war for very long. There was a treaty signed between humans and dragons, a peace of sorts. Both sides suffered great losses, but it did not matter to Nahaliel. However, it did spark something inside of him, when he became interested in the history of the war, he started to look into the 'why' seeking to discover what happened to cause a war to break out.

The only problem was that he had no idea how to read, or at least not very well. The scrolls that were kept in the stronghold were written in a dragon's language. He wanted to discover what humans went though, to learn history form their point of view.

One day he came across a group of human scholars. They were very knowledgeable in many things and seemed interested in learning about dragons. Though hesitant at first, Nahaliel offered, in exchange for their knowledge, a pact with dragons, where humans would teach dragons how to read their languages and vice versa. They agreed. It was the beginning of a strange relationship between human scholars and dragons, who held ancient knowledge. This relationship broke many boundaries and proved to aid the region very well, bringing great change.

However, not every dragon was onboard with the idea and conflict began to emerge within the stronghold. Some wished for the humans to never set foot on sacred dragon lands. There were nights where humans would go missing, and sometimes a dragon would fall ill or have something awful happen. There was also the fact that Nahaliel was doing a lot of this on his own, without any input from the elders. In his opinion, the elders were holding many things back. He wanted knowledge, to learn about the world beyond the frozen North.

Soon, the conflicts of home mattered not to him and he left the stronghold, turning his back on his home.

 

[Seravian]

Basic Information;
Full Name: Cornelius Irving Hawthorne IV
Nicknames: Neil, Irving, Al
Age: 34
Birth Date: 05/09
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: other
Species: Lynx Anthro
Sexuality: Pansexual
Religion: Catholic
Place of Birth: England
Place of Residence: London, England
Occupation: Lawyer
Appearance;
Hair: Black and grey fur
Eyes: Gold
Build: 5'10, 200lbs, mildly overweight
Clothing&Style: Cornelius enjoys dressing up proper suit and tie. He wears glasses to correct his vision, which are surprisingly average compared to how expensive his suits look. No jewelry, though he does keep a pocket watch with him at all times.

Cornelius is a very proper gentleman who carries himself well and usually seen wearing nice suits and a tie. Dressing casual is a rarity, unless he is around the house, due to his belief that he should look his best at all times. Always standing straight, keeping good posture, even while he's sitting. He has typical lynx characteristics, his most notable features as he is not human, of long black ears with black fur at the top and a white spot in the back, gold eyes, and spotted fur.

His best (more professional) clothes are tailored to fit him, mostly because he is overweight and because he is very picky about how things fit him in general.

Personality;
Likes: Afternoon walks, tea, warm weather, hot baths, debates, politics, conversation, intelligent people, pastries, food of any kind, fine wine, reading, drawing and painting
Dislikes: Rain, filthy people, canines, beggars, people who brag about what they have, people who complain about what they don't have, superiority complexes, leaf piles (he views them as messy; he's one of those people who will rake leaves and put them in a bag), germs, being touched (shoulder patting, hugging, etc)
Strengths: kind-hearted, humorous, meticulous, reliable, dedicated in the sense he often finishes what he starts, has a pretty good internal compas
Weaknesses: Blind as a bat without his glasses, obsessed with cleanliness, opinionated, dessert foods
Habits: Glances at his watch a lot, rubs his chin while he thinks, messes with his glasses until they feel right on his face
Quirks: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Dreams: Become a famous, or at least a well-known, artist
Fears: Achluophobia (fear of the dark), Automysophobia (fear of being dirty), Atychiphobia (fear of failure), Atelophobia (fear of imperfection), Ataxophobia (fear of disorder or untidiness), Nosophobia (fear of becoming ill)

If there is one thing Cornelius hates more than anything, hands down, it's germs. While he may seem like he is a very outgoing gentleman he is also one of the worse clean-freaks you will come across. He's so persnickety about how things are, he will actually tell someone to wash their hands if they've touched something filthy like a dusty shelf or book. He can't stand it when people look like they haven't bathed in days, and always makes sure he bathes at least once a day no matter how tied he is or what he has done.

But he is a very outdoors person as well, not real into sports but he enjoys walks and admiring nature. The only thing he hates about nature is rain, as rain tends to create mud and mud is dirty and gross. He prefers sunlight and warmth over cold weather as well, even though England tends to be a very rainy place During rainy days he enjoys a nice cup of tea and, being the charismatic person he is, some company with friends. It doesn't matter what the conversation is, he enjoys talking. However, the downside is that he is not always hospitable in the sense that he is very, very 'do-it-yourself' and doesn't like when people complain about things. When people complain, he can be very passive-aggressive.

History;
Parents' Marriage Status: Married
Mother: Elizabeth Hawthorne
Father: Cornelius Hawthorne III
Sister: Annalisa Hawthorne
Sibling: -----
Grandfather: Cornelius Hawthorne II
Relevant Family Member: -----
Spouse/ Significant Other: -----
Children: -----

It is said the Hawthrone lynxes have been around since the time of King George. They are a family business, and each son is required to go through law school. The daughters are free to do as they please, but usually end up aiding the family business in the end in some way or another. With the big company names taking over, and constant competition, the family is determined to hold on to what is dear to them.

Cornelius spent a lot of time studying when he was young. His parents always had him and his sister, Annalisa, on a schedule that revolved around studying than it did free time. Free time was usually the family taking a walk around the parks, spending time with each other. Both Cornelius and Annalisa went to a private school, the best their family's money could afford, and was known to be a pretty bright kid with good grades. Eventually, he strived to have some of the best grades. By the time in graduated, he was ranked in the top fifty.

At first he had not wanted to pursue law school, finding that he had a fondness for art and wanted to become an artist. But his father would not listen, refusing to break what has been in the family for generation, and he ended up going to law school anyway. Now, he just draws and paints as a hobby.

Perhaps one day, his dreams as an aspiring artist will come true.

For now, Cornelius is content with his work as a lawyer, and considers himself a damn good one as well. Maybe he feels by making sure people who deserve it end up locked behind bars, or aiding someone he feels deserves a second chance, he is cleaning London's streets of a different kind of filth. Admittedly, despite their differences, Cornelius is a bit of a daddy's boy, looking to impress his father in any way he can when he can. When he was little he would always take notes whenever his father gave him advice.

That said, he's not without blood on his hands; as they say, a good lawyer is very successful and will know how to find things and clean up even the dirtiest messes.

 

[Seravian]

**Character is suited for a fantasy setting with world building**

(done by the amazing user, Jawbone-ashtray, on another site)

Full Name: Skye Fleischer
Nicknames: Skyhunter (Tribal name)
Age: 26
Birth Date: January 11
Sex: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Species: Weretiger (white tiger)
Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance;
Hair: Smooth and silky blond naturally, she usually dyes her tips black
Eyes: amber, darker around the pupil
Build: 5'1", 115lbs, petite
Clothing&Style: She likes to wear clothes that compliment her figure, showing off her curves, unafraid to flaunt the fact that she is proud of being a woman. Her hair is kept a little longer than shoulder length.

Skye is not a very big girl at all. However, she is a lot tougher than she looks. She has pretty strong shoulders in spite of her almost doll-like face, soft lips and naturally thick eyelashes that make her look like she is wearing mascara. Makeup is not something she wears often, only choosing to 'pretty up' when something is going on. She prefers a 'tomboy' look most of the time.

In her weretiger form, Skye stands at a good 6'5" from head to toe and weighs closer to 200lbs, built of solid muscle. No tiger's stripes are alike, and while Skye does not have too many covering her body she has bold stripes on her face, and what she likes to call a 'tree-like' pattern on her back as her most notable features.

Personality;
Likes: meeting people, relaxing, exercising, just about any kind of food, animals, warm weather, coffee, cooking, hiking, urbex
Dislikes: bugs and spiders, dampness/humidity (messes her hair up big time!), mathematics, alcohol, the smell of cigarettes
Strengths: outgoing, courageous, adventurous, kind-hearted, more durable than the average human thanks to being a weretiger
Weaknesses: usually the last to get a joke due to a lot of humor flying over her head, often too energetic for her own good, often easily distracted, vulnerable to silver bullets and fire like any other were creature, can be impatient, a little pushy
Habits: Has a bad habit of spacing out a little when someone is speaking to her
Quirks: rocks on the balls of her feet whenever she starts to become impatient, chews on the end of her hair when in thought, allergic to nuts
Dreams: Hike every trail known to man, explore the unknown
Fears: getting lost in some abandoned mine somewhere, being alone

Spunky, stubborn, feisty, and very energetic, are just a few words that can be used to sum up the kind of person that Skye is. She tries to be happy-go-lucky and doesn't like to let things drag her down.

When it comes to a tough situation she is usually the supporter rather than the leader.

Skye tends to be an open book and is often too trusting for her own good. Her upbeat demeanor sometimes drowns out her judge of character whenever she meets someone. She can have a hard time reading people at times, usually slow at taking hints when people try to tell her off. It's best to be direct with her.

She can be temperamental at times, though it usually takes a lot to really get under her skin, and never seems to have any trouble speaking her mind.

An adventurous spirit, Skye stops at nothing. She truly believes the sky is the limit and wants to explore every corner of the world.

History;
Parents' Marriage Status: Widowed
Mother: Silvia Fleischer (desceased)
Father: Gareth Fleischer
Sister (older): Misty Fleischer
Brother (older): Tibald Fleischer
Grandfather: Dominik Fleischer
Relevant Family Member: -----
Spouse/ Significant Other: -----
Children: ----

Skye (or Skyhunter, to call her by her tribal name) is the granddaughter of one of the last remaining Weretiger Elders in the world. She was born in a weretiger tribe located somewhere deep in the forests, at the foot of a mountain range, where isolation was all she has known a lot of her life.

This village, stuck in the traditions it valued for generations, kept hidden from most outsiders. For the most part they were a peaceful tribe. They practiced the old teachings that believed all life was created from the Earth and thus returned to it when the time came, and had a deep respect for nature. They were also a village of fierce warriors. They may have been peaceful but, when threatened, they turned vicious and stopped at nothing to defend their home from danger.

Skye was raised to be a great warrior just like her mother, who had died in combat when she was still very young, and her older siblings. Her brother eventually took the mantle of training warriors while her sister studied medicines and magic. Skye, eager to learn, was always a quick to let her curiosity drive her to explore. While she loved her life she hated the isolation of the village and the fact that she was never allowed to go beyond the mountains. She wanted to see more, but was always shot down when she asked to explore beyond the territory.

Her father was known for his strictness as a leader and only allowed certain members of the tribe to travel beyond the territory. One could only imagine the rage she felt when her brother was picked over her. A rebellious tigress she was, it was her adventurous side that one day kept her from remaining home. One night she sneaked off into the forest, following an old path, the hike taking a few days, and when she had returned her father was furious. No matter what she did to open his eyes he remained stubborn.

Skye's punishment had lasted a few months. During that time her rebellious nature grew a little and she had learned to be very crafty.

Combined with her training as a warrior, eventually she learned to slip through loopholes in her father's strictness. This got her into trouble with the Elders… namely her grandfather. She would often combat their ways and challenge their views of wanting to remain isolated. Her curious nature was simply no longer suited for such a life. After some time, they yielded and gave her permission to venture far beyond the borders of their territory.

To this day, she continues to explore. Ruins, abandoned places, you name it, she wants to see it all.

 

[Seravian]

Full Name: Azriel Halevi
Nicknames: n/a
Age: 30
Birth Date: March 11
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: Middle Eastern
Species: Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Religion: Christianity
Place of Birth: Israel
Place of Residence: Jerusalem, Israel
Occupation: Former IDF sniper, now works as a hitman for an underground organization called the Soldiers of Christ

Appearance;
Hair: Brown
Eyes: grey
Build: 5'8", 150lbs, lean, yet well-toned; in shape
Clothing&Style: Keeps his hair cut pretty short and sports a goatee. For the most part he dresses nicely; his attire, though he's not really a suit and tie kind of guy unless the occasion calls for it, usually consists of a button-down dress shirt and a nice pair of jeans.

Azriel isn't the tallest man, but he does his best to keep in shape and, as a result, is well-built and a lot stronger than he looks. Strong shoulders and jawline, and always seems to have a serious look on his face.

Personality;
Likes: walks, guns, killing, nature, animals, alcohol, quiet places
Dislikes: cold weather, snow, sweet food, being indoors all day or for long periods of time (goes stir crazy), children, any food that has tomatoes or tomato flavoring artificial or not, standing in a crowded place for a long period of time
Strengths: Chivalrous, strong willed, excellent marksman, a man of his word, quick on the draw (though his methods tend to get him into trouble), caring (once he opens up to someone)
Weaknesses: he's an insomniac so he can be grouchy whenever sleep deprived, tends to jump to conclusions and beat himself up over things, has a bit of a short fuse, stubborn, reckless, and impatient
Habits: alcoholic
Quirks: runs his hand through his hair when nervous or under a lot of stress, doesn't use contractions in his speech. Will go out of his way to make sure there are no tomatoes in his food; if there is even a small trace, he won't eat.
Dreams: find a better source of income, yet continue walking the path God has laid out for him
Fears: Nosocomephobia (fear of hospitals)

Azriel can seem rough around the edges on the surface. He's reserved and laconic, preferring to keep to himself most of the time, and stubborn as hell. He does not trust easily and can be very cynical. At times, he can be pretty grouchy and a smart ass as well.

It is difficult for him to express himself openly, especially if he doesn't know someone well. But at heart he's a good person and will give the shirt off his back for someone once he opens up. Sometimes gets into 'heroic' moods where he looks out for someone he cares about more than himself because of this, however.

He is also a religious man and follows a pretty strict moral code.

Though not particularly meanspirited, Azriel has a stone cold side to him as well. Usually applies whenever he is carrying out a mission, he gets extremely focused, more malicious. He is a very dangerous man to any who have made an enemy of him, and will not hesitate to put a bullet in someone's skull. On top of this, sometimes, whenever he's under a lot of stress, pissed off, or is really focused on something he will go into this state of mind where he becomes a different person. When this happens, everything around him gets blocked out and it takes great effort to reign him in from that state.

History;
Parents' Marriage Status: Widowed
Mother: Marva Halevi (deceased)
Father: Kobi Halevi
Brother: Ronen Halevi (status unknown, assumed to be alive)
Sibling: -----
Foster/Adoptive Father: Solomon Mizrahi
Relevant Family Member: -----
Spouse/ Significant Other: Cassandra Tagel (deceased)
Children: n/a

Growing up, Azriel has never really been that close with his parents; to this day he is convinced they never really loved him. His mother, who worked as an Israeli politician, and his father, a contractor, were always working. He really only had a bond with his older brother, Ronen, roughly six years older than Azriel, who was pretty much the typical older brother always looking to put his younger sibling through hell. They had an odd love-hate relationship for a little while. But a year before turning eighteen, Ronan had run away from home, presumably smuggled out of the country with a few of his friends. It's not really known what became of Ronen after that.

Things only seemed to get worse after Ronen vanished. His parents grieved the loss of their son, never giving up hope that they would find him. They had turned their attention to Azriel for a little while, but it didn't last long when their work got in the way.

Then, it happened. Azriel's father was schizophrenic, and all he has, for the most part, is violent memories from him. He had been about fifteen at the time when he came home from school one day to discover that his father had lost his mind and killed his mother before turning the gun on himself. His father's suicide attempt had failed, and he was later admitted to Kfar Shual Mental Hospital. The event had traumatized Azriel. He still clearly remembers the look on his father's face when he shot himself. However, despite the events that day, he visits his father twice a year.

After that he was taken in by a man named Solomon, a very by-the-book Jewish man, who raised him as his foster father. For the first year or so, Azriel was pretty quiet around him. But the man managed to bring him out of his shell a little, and he soon held the man dear to him, ever grateful.

Around three years later when Azriel was eighteen, after not hearing back from Azriel's family, Solomon adopted him and became his legal guardian. Azriel lived with Solomon until he graduated high school and went into the military. It was something that he had wanted to do, and of course he had also been encouraged by Solomon, who was always there to help him find himself a little easier. He hadn't been thrilled about joining, seeing it as yet another thing to trudge through. But over time he found he enjoyed the military. It gave him something to do, a reason to keep fighting. Not to mention his military life had been a lot better than his childhood.

That was, until he was sent on a mission involving Palestinian terrorists. The West Bank area had been rowdy for awhile, and tension began to boil over. A group was formed. At first all that happened were a few threats here and there, but then they began attacking Israeli citizens. Azriel was sent to take out the leader of the group after word got out that there was a plot to set off a bomb near the Dead Sea, to give some tourists a scare. Something had gone horribly wrong, and he ended up killing a hostage and a few innocent people by mistake. Then he had been badly injured and taken to the hospital. He does not like to talk about it, but supposedly that was when he had developed Nosocomephobia.

The event damaged him, needless to say. Combined with everything else that had happened in his life, it was then that he had officially turned to drinking. With his tendency to beat himself up over things, he was unable to forgive himself for such a stupid mistake.

When his time in the military was done, his skills as a sniper had piqued the interest of someone who knew how to put his skills to use. The man said he could give him work. He was a bit skeptical to accept the offer at first but he needed something to do with his life. He needed to do something with himself, otherwise he knew he'd just rot. The thought of just having nothing to do drove him nuts. Earning the title of being one of the best snipers not only in Israel, but the entire Middle Eastern region should not go to waste. So he took up the offer. His first job had been a simple one, but it had gone rather well. The pay was well worth it, too; it was enough to pay the bills and keep food on the table. He had no complaints.

It didn't take Azriel long before he decided to live out his life as a hired gun and contact the man again. He got into a routine really quickly. Whenever he would kill someone, it made him feel a little better. He could block everything out, and then, when the faces of his victims haunted him, he would drink to calm down. He was content. Kill after kill had been a success and some people he had met along the way had taken a liking to his skills, agreeing to help him avoid authorities. Unfortunately his kills had not gone unnoticed, and he had made quite a few enemies in his career.

The love of his life had suffered because of it.

Azriel had met Cassandra about a month after he had gotten out of the military. The two were together for two years, and had even planned a life together, before tragedy struck. One of Azriel's enemies had kidnapped her and done horrible things to her in order to get back at him. When he found her, they had already fled the scene, aware he was coming, and he made sure that Cassandra was taken to the hospital. He learned that her chances were slim to none, and his mood worsened. He cursed the doctors for not being able to do anything, but Cassandra only brought him comfort. One night when they were speaking, after she had been in the hospital for a about two weeks, she tells him she would never truly recover from her injuries both physically and mentally. She tells him that she does not want to live out a life where he would constantly worry about her, even if her condition does improve.

It was then he did the unthinkable. With a heavy heart, reluctantly, he smothers her with a pillow, putting an end to her life.

After that, he had fallen into a period of depression, feeling guilty that she had been hurt and hating himself for going through with killing her. Even if she knew his life was dangerous, many times he had tried to protect her by telling her they should end it, no matter how much they loved each other, the guilt would always be on his shoulders. It took a lot to get him out of that state of mind. His drinking had gotten even worse because of that as well, but since then he has at least become a little more carefree. Being carefree had lasted until he found the man who had harmed Cassandra. Vengeance was not a characteristic, but Azriel had relentlessly hunted that man down and made sure that he suffered for what he had done. Killing the man felt satisfying and since then he had dedicated his life to stopping people like that man.

About a year after that event, a man named Zachariah had showed him the Lord, God, through Christianity and not Judaism, and had given him even more motivation to rid the world of scum.

 

[Seravian]

Basic Information;
Full Name: Gabrielle Saari
Nicknames: n/a
Age: Older than 100, exact age unknown; looks to be in her mid-30s
Birth Date: March 10
Sex: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Species: Dragon
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Religion: none
Place of Birth: Somewhere in Europe
Place of Residence: Wherever she pleases, never staying in one place for every long
Occupation: Works at an art museum

Appearance;
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Heterochromia
Build: 5'7", 120lbs, fit
Clothing&Style: Normally seen in jeans and a t-shit, never anything too fancy, pretty much what everyone else wears. She keeps her hair shoulder-length. Sometimes wears a simple, silver bracelet.

Gabrielle's dragon from is sleek, fit, and has bronze colored scales, stands at 15 feet tall, and around 50 feet long, give or take a few inches. Has a wingspan of at least 30 feet. Her thin snake-like tail is very much like a whip, and will catch off guard any who underestimate her.

Her human form matches her dragon form in the sense that she is fit, and has a triangular jawline. Thin eyebrows, high cheek bones, and attractive lips. She has strong shoulders, which also reflect the dragon she truly is. She also usually wears clothes that complement her form, unless seen in pajamas. She prefers loose pajamas, especially when they're soft, as they don't make her feel like she's suffocating.

Personality;
Likes: fashion (especially fashion design), art (especially historical art), collecting things, knowledge, Autumn weather, books, magic, the beach, sea food, durians, most genres of (classical) music
Dislikes: pushy people, war, bananas, people who beat around the bush, waiting in line or just waiting in general, any foods that are too sour, when her food order is messed up
Strengths: high adaptability, pretty good at reading a situation, good judge of character, has an eye for perfection and knows her way around art, pretty knowledgeable in general, kind-hearted, steadfast, high endurance, physically stronger than a human (nearly three times as strong)
Weaknesses: pretty bossy, has a bit of a temper, can be a little reckless at times
Habits: often tucks her hair behind her ears, cracks her fingers (neck etc.), checks her watch, checks herself in the mirror
Quirks: always seems to know what direction she is travelling, always carries a bit of money in her pockets, ambidextrous
Dreams: Become a fashion designer
Fears: Trypophobia (fear of irregular patterns of small holes or bumps)

Gabrielle is generally a kind-hearted individual. She might not always be much for conversation, and has a bit of a temper, not willing to tolerate people who are going to be discourteous toward her, but she is a firm believer in standing up for things. Often times, she will go out of her way to help someone out of a situation, whether it's tossing some money into a homeless person's or street performer's hat, or lending a hand when she can. In her mind it always pays off to be helpful when she can. Such acts do make a difference.

She is a lover of nature, art, and freedom of expression. Fashion but one of many of her passions, believing that clothing is one of the greatest art forms society has to offer. A man or woman strutting down the catwalk is absolutely stunning. Even the simplest expressions can show so much power and beauty.

Gabrielle also likes her privacy and thus is very elusive. If she does not want to be found, she will simply disappear. She never stays in one place long for a reason. Travelling has always been something she enjoys, and it helps her stay away from any unwanted attention. Not to mention, as a collector, travelling often leads her to find odd things to add to her collection of odds and ends. Where is her true home, where she keeps everything? Well, that is a mystery.

History;
Parents' Marriage Status: Married (presumably)
Mother: Aava Saari
Father: Lester Saari
Brother (elder): Jyri Saari
Brother (younger): Otto Saari
Grandfather: Rikhard
Relevant Family Member: -----
Spouse/ Significant Other: -----
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Since she was little, Gabrielle has always learned to adapt to her surroundings.

She comes from an old dragon clan. The clan took to a nomadic life, going around the world, choosing not to stick to one place for every long. It was never a very big group, consisting only of three families, as people were always coming and going, but they stuck together. They were very giving and believed in making the most out of the little things. This usually was not considered 'traditional' for dragons, not back then, but this was what they chose.

Gabrielle was taught to work around the age of ten, when she could first shift from a dragon to her human mask. It was the job of everyone to support each other. Sometimes that work would involve stealing. Not everyone had a stable job, all at one time; sometimes it was necessary to find other ways to get by, especially when moving around so much. After all, while they were giving people, they were dragons, and it was survival of the fittest.

Human society constantly changes and becomes more advanced, which made it difficult to live how they were. Money, which was always tight, became even tighter. It caused the clan to settle down in Florence, Italy for a while; one of the clan members knew a few people from there, who provided them with a place to live. Eventually, this lead to some disagreements within the groups.

Gabrielle's elder brother, Jyri, who preferred to move around, got into a bad fight with one of the Italian dragons, which led to him leaving the clan.

Years went on afterward, and more and more people started to leave, though a lot still remained. They had jobs and were happy living how they were. However, Gabrielle was not one of them. It was around this time she was really getting into different cultures. Art, fashion, societies, just about everything. She wanted to see more of the world. Soon, she became torn. As much as she wanted to leave, she loved the clan for it was all she knew.

But she was not given a chance to sit down and really decide.

One day, authorities has somehow caught wind of the dragons in the city and came knocking on their door. There was no way to escape, a fight had broken out, some dragons of the clan were captured or killed. Gabrielle had barely managed to escape them. Reality had hit her hard that day, and she understood why her brother and all the others who left the clan were so worried, she realized that she had been a lot more sheltered than she thought. There really was no safe place.

So, she had taken to the nomadic life once again, seeking the treasures of the world and aiding those hiding in plain sight..

 

[Seravian]

Full Name: Nikolai Maslov
Nicknames: n/a
Age: unknown, looks to be in his late twenties
Birth Date: November 3
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Species: Griffin
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Religion: none
Place of Birth: Russia
Place of Residence: Moscow, Russia
Occupation: Russian Mafia; Warehouse Supervisor


Appearance;
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Brown
Build: 5'10", 158lbs, lean yet muscular
Clothing&Style: He usually dresses casually, nothing too fancy or sloppy, to fit in with the "average" human. Keeps his hair short and neat, usually shaves. No jewelry

Nikolai's human appearance is that of a charming man with dark eyes that match his short dark hair. He's clean shaven, and has the build of a well-toned model. He has smooth skin, doesn't have a lot of hair on his body, and generally takes care of himself. He is usually seen with his hands in his pockets when he's standing around. Has a scar along the bridge of his nose.

In his griffin form, Nikolai is about the size of a Clydesdale horse, with a wing span of close to thirty feet. His fur and feathers are a dark, chocolate brown as are his eyes, with black at the tips of his wings, ears. The fur on his tail is also black.

Personality;
Likes: Raw meat… he'll eat it right from the package, coffee, vodka, going on walks, sleep, cooking
Dislikes: People who talk too fast, too much excitement in one place, stormy weather, spicy foods, places where scents are overwhelming to his heightened sense of smell, people who tell him things or want him to do something at the last possible minute
Strengths: Friendly despite being a little awkward, charming, clever, passionate about the things he's interested in (and does not hesitate to show it), has higher strength and stamina than any normal human, immortal, capable of powerful griffin magic
Weaknesses: Has a bit of a temper, can get impatient fairly quickly, not very humorous, somewhat aloof, a bit timid at times
Habits: Drinks a shot of vodka before heading to bed, usually every night
Quirks: high metabolism, tends to be more of a night owl, not a very good swimmer, tends to bite at his fingernails, tends to scratch at or touch his face a lot, especially while in thought
Dreams: One day leave Russia, and his great grandfather, behind him
Fears: Ballistophobia (fear of bullets or missiles), Typanophobia (fear of injection), Aichmophobia (fear of needles or pointed objects), Claustrophobia (fear of enclosed or confined spaces), his great grandfather

Nikolai is someone who tends to keep to himself, especially when he's in a bad mood. He doesn't always know how to express himself properly and can come off as a stammering idiot when placed in stressful situations. Nonetheless, he is quite friendly and doesn't mind holding a good conversation. He often considers himself to be a listener, and tries his best to handle stressful situations. His advice isn't always the best, or the most ideal, in the world, and at times he will become uncomfortable when people start telling him personal things, but he tries.

Not much of a "party goer", and finds places like clubs or bars "headache inducing."

In fight or flight situations, he tends to be impulsive and reacts quickly. This usually gets him into trouble, especially with other members of his family. While he can be cool and calculating, he tends to think in the 'now', and relatively quick, and does not always think about what might happen after he reacts (Example: what might happen after he punches someone that got under his skin). His short temper contributes to this.

Nikolai also has a bit of a darker side. While he is a charming man, if pushed, he will turn into a very dangerous individual. He can be cunning, manipulative, and cold just like his great grandfather at times.

History;
Parents' Marriage Status: Widowed
Mother: Olga Maslov (unknown, presumed alive)
Father: Victor Maslov (deceased)
Brother (older): Rurik Maslov
Sister (younger): Katja Maslov
Grandmother: Alyosha Maslov
Grandfather: Sergei Maslov (deceased)
Great Grandfather: Grigori Maslov
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Nikolai comes from a long line of powerful griffins, the Maslov family, one of the largest griffin clans, and one of the last clans in existence, that has secretly ruled Russia for centuries. His family has a long line of powerful wielders of griffin magic, and has history with the Russian mafia.

Since he was young, the clan was all he knew for a lot of his life. Both of his parents were pretty firm about upholding the family traditions and keeping the clan strong. Though his mother, Olga, was often a bit more strict than his father, Victor, who, much to Grigori's displeasure, did not always seem to take matters seriously. That wasn't to say his father was careless, but rather he didn't quite share the same beliefs. It was Victor who introduced the clan to the idea of allowing humans to mingle with them, for better or for worst…

Some family friends and allies were gained… however…

One day, both of Nikolai's parents broke some tenants of the family. In particular, Nikolai's father cheated on his mother with a human woman. Falling in love with a human is strictly prohibited. Not only did he fall in love, he shared family secrets with this stranger. This outsider. Furious, Grigori brutally murdered the human in front of the family. Victor was also murdered, to set an example. Olga, however, went into exile and has not been seen since the incident.

Though there are rumors of a griffin woman with a Russian accent floating around in the dark, unseen corners of the world…

Grigori, who already rules the family with an iron fist, changed after that incident. His expectations of what he expected of the clan was often carried out heavy-handedly with Nikolai and his siblings, not allowing them much freedom, choosing to be more of an enforcer than a guardian. As a result, Nikolai's already minimal experiences with affection became next to none, unless it came from one of his siblings. At best, his relationship with his family as a whole is pretty rocky. His grandmother left the clan without a word, and his grandfather tried to step in but, after a bad argument, met his death by Grigori's hand for daring going against his rule.

Out of the two siblings he has, Nikolai is closest with his brother, Rurik. They were always finding ways to work around Grigori's rules, whereas Katja was always trying to behave and stay on his god side. The three were hardly ever at odds, however Nikolai never really felt a strong bond with his sister. When they got older, Katja drifted even further apart from her brothers when Grigori started grooming her to potentially take over the family someday. This, of course, did not sit well with Rurik, who thought he should be next in line.

One night, after a family meeting, Rurik did earn a position taking care of a winery that Grigori owned, as well as overseeing a few business associated with other members of the clan. Katja is currently still 'training' to take Grigori's place.

Nikolai doesn't see eye to eye with Grigori on a lot of things. Because of this, he chooses to live in his own apartment in the city instead of living in Maslov Manor with Grigori and the rest of his siblings. The only time he visits is when he is called to a meeting or has to speak with Grigori about 'business'. Usually this 'business' involves some urgent news or a discussion about some 'dirty work' that needs done. Most of the dirty work he does involves things like killing those who threaten the family, running businesses owned by the Maslov family, and of course making sure that authorities stay out of their business.

He currently works as a supervisor at one of the warehouses Grigori owns around Moscow. One day, he hopes to leave Russia and start living a more peaceful, and perhaps less stressful, life.