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Dimitri
Age: 26 is when he stopped aging. He is over 500 years old
Species: Hybrid
Sexuality: Straight
Dimitri wasn't always a Hybrid. He started as a werewolf. He was the son of the Alpha, destined to lead the pack when his time came. His mother was a warrior, who led alongside his father. They waged war with the vampires for many years, as vampire were hunting and killing on their lands. The rumors of a vampire bite being toxic to a wolf, were true. Just as a wolf bite would kill a vampire. This had always been, except for the rare occasion that a wolf survived a vampire's bite.
Wolves had human halves, and whenever a powerful wolf was bitten, his human half could change, die and turn into a vampire, this resulting in a Hybrid, a species illegal in the supernatural world.Hybrids were rash, and hot tempered. They had the rage a wolf and the blood lust of a vampire. They were immune to the toxins in the bite of the wolf and vampire. But they had a weakness; silver. A metal fatal to both species. The Hybrids were hunted, bounties put on their heads, until the species nearly stopped existing. Everyone except for Dimitri.
During the war, Dimitri lost his parents, his mother and then his father. The only thing holding him together was his mate, somebody who had been by his side his entire life, all 25 years. Then Dimitri, newly made Alpha, was attacked. Bitten by a vampire, only to survive and become a Hybrid. Then, in his heightened and newly turned state, Dimitri lost control of his blood lust, and killed his mate. Unable to forgive himself, Dimitri fled, running from those who would hunt him. Over the course of lifetimes Dimitri has grown cold and ruthless. His humanity is long gone, and he has no regard for human life; or life at all. He takes what he wants, and leaves bodies as he pleases.
All of this time, he has been alone. Never caring for anyone, never bonding with another person. He shut the world away, and that is how he remained. Everything about the Hybrid said he was a monster, and so he embraced it, living his life the way the hunters claimed him to be.
Current Active Role Play: To Kill A Hybrid
Age: 26 is when he stopped aging. He is over 500 years old
Species: Hybrid
Sexuality: Straight
Dimitri wasn't always a Hybrid. He started as a werewolf. He was the son of the Alpha, destined to lead the pack when his time came. His mother was a warrior, who led alongside his father. They waged war with the vampires for many years, as vampire were hunting and killing on their lands. The rumors of a vampire bite being toxic to a wolf, were true. Just as a wolf bite would kill a vampire. This had always been, except for the rare occasion that a wolf survived a vampire's bite.
Wolves had human halves, and whenever a powerful wolf was bitten, his human half could change, die and turn into a vampire, this resulting in a Hybrid, a species illegal in the supernatural world.Hybrids were rash, and hot tempered. They had the rage a wolf and the blood lust of a vampire. They were immune to the toxins in the bite of the wolf and vampire. But they had a weakness; silver. A metal fatal to both species. The Hybrids were hunted, bounties put on their heads, until the species nearly stopped existing. Everyone except for Dimitri.
During the war, Dimitri lost his parents, his mother and then his father. The only thing holding him together was his mate, somebody who had been by his side his entire life, all 25 years. Then Dimitri, newly made Alpha, was attacked. Bitten by a vampire, only to survive and become a Hybrid. Then, in his heightened and newly turned state, Dimitri lost control of his blood lust, and killed his mate. Unable to forgive himself, Dimitri fled, running from those who would hunt him. Over the course of lifetimes Dimitri has grown cold and ruthless. His humanity is long gone, and he has no regard for human life; or life at all. He takes what he wants, and leaves bodies as he pleases.
All of this time, he has been alone. Never caring for anyone, never bonding with another person. He shut the world away, and that is how he remained. Everything about the Hybrid said he was a monster, and so he embraced it, living his life the way the hunters claimed him to be.
Current Active Role Play: To Kill A Hybrid
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Clarke Bennett
Age: 25
Species: Human
Sexuality: Lesbian
Story
Clarke's life had been far from easy. Each step had been a struggle for the girl, though that was through no choice of her own. Clarke's parents had been toxic; the relationship doomed yet neither party was willing to throw in the towel and call it quits. Fighting was a constant part of her life, right from the very start. She'd watched her parents go at each other's throats, until they were throwing physical blows at one another. That ended when dear-ol-dad finally landed himself in prison for vehicular manslaughter, having killing a man while drunk at the wheel.
People would have expected Clarke's mom to do better with her freedom from the man, but it had only sent her into a spiral of drugs, alcohol, and random men. By the time Clarke was old enough, she moved out on the shitty paycheck she made, and left her life behind completely. Being an only child with no reason to stick around gave her the freedom to become a whole new person, and leave her past behind.
Easier said than done, right? Clarke seemed to have gotten her temper from her father, and often found herself in pointless fights, not being the kind of woman to back down, despite her smaller stature. Men tried to walk over her or push themselves on her, especially once they found out she was a lesbian. How many times had she heard, "I bet I can change your mind." Slip through the lips of a man?
Now the woman worked a dead end job in retail, with no real purpose or point to her life; just drifting through, knowing she was destined to forever live her life as a nobody, with nothing. Clarke had nobody in her life. No love, no person to call her own, and no family.
Personality
Clarke can be aggressive at times, though she fights for what she believes in. It isn't often she finds herself getting close to others, but were she to allow somebody in, she'd defend them to her death, caring deeply for whoever she loved. Though she hasn't always had the best life, and sees little value in her own, she's drawn to nature and animals. She finds them easier than people, loving each and every one.
Current Active Role Play: The Girl Who Cried Wolf
Age: 25
Species: Human
Sexuality: Lesbian
Story
Clarke's life had been far from easy. Each step had been a struggle for the girl, though that was through no choice of her own. Clarke's parents had been toxic; the relationship doomed yet neither party was willing to throw in the towel and call it quits. Fighting was a constant part of her life, right from the very start. She'd watched her parents go at each other's throats, until they were throwing physical blows at one another. That ended when dear-ol-dad finally landed himself in prison for vehicular manslaughter, having killing a man while drunk at the wheel.
People would have expected Clarke's mom to do better with her freedom from the man, but it had only sent her into a spiral of drugs, alcohol, and random men. By the time Clarke was old enough, she moved out on the shitty paycheck she made, and left her life behind completely. Being an only child with no reason to stick around gave her the freedom to become a whole new person, and leave her past behind.
Easier said than done, right? Clarke seemed to have gotten her temper from her father, and often found herself in pointless fights, not being the kind of woman to back down, despite her smaller stature. Men tried to walk over her or push themselves on her, especially once they found out she was a lesbian. How many times had she heard, "I bet I can change your mind." Slip through the lips of a man?
Now the woman worked a dead end job in retail, with no real purpose or point to her life; just drifting through, knowing she was destined to forever live her life as a nobody, with nothing. Clarke had nobody in her life. No love, no person to call her own, and no family.
Personality
Clarke can be aggressive at times, though she fights for what she believes in. It isn't often she finds herself getting close to others, but were she to allow somebody in, she'd defend them to her death, caring deeply for whoever she loved. Though she hasn't always had the best life, and sees little value in her own, she's drawn to nature and animals. She finds them easier than people, loving each and every one.
Current Active Role Play: The Girl Who Cried Wolf
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Oliver White
Age: 28
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Story
Things in Oliver's family had always been tense. His parents expected perfection, and anything less would not be tolerated. Having money and his esteem, his parents didn't take lightly to anything that could reflect poorly on their image. It had made for a childhood lacking fun and excitement, and had instead resulted in countless hours of studying and perfecting one or two talents. Oliver was the "black sheep," for never having picked an extracurricular activity, despite the fact his grades had landed him several scholarships. Leaving the city behind, along with his parents, was one of the best things he'd ever done in his life, regardless of the fact he left all of his friends and siblings behind. Oliver's older brother, Dylan, had stayed for a while, but once Oliver moved, so had he, leaving his younger sister, Piper, to fend for herself. Of course, none of the siblings were very far apart, and eventually his sister would move out, finding her own path.
Oliver graduated top of his class, with an Bachelor's in Business, allowing him to easily become an asset in a large trading company. There were two reasons he'd made it where he had in the company, the first being how intelligent Oliver was, but also his willingness to cover numbers, allowing the company to pocket money without anyone ever knowing. It had it's own perks for Oliver, as well, leaving him with far more money than anyone would normally make in his position at the company, but it also gained him access to more power. Such power made him untouchable from his parents, meaning they could no longer try to control him or blackmail him into returning.
Oliver had never had any intention to return home, until he'd gotten a call from Dylan. His parents had abandoned ship, having been caught for their own fraudulent activity, and were now moving into hiding. The one good thing that their parents had done for their children, as Dylan had put it, was make sure they had no implications in the crimes committed, meaning an investigation would go nowhere near the children. It was finally time for Oliver to return home, where he could see his family again, get rid of his parents' belongings, all while working from afar for the company he was with.
While most would say Oliver is cold and lacking compassion, those who he is closest to, would be the only ones to know the truth. For the people he loves, Oliver is willing to do almost anything, and underneath his hard exterior, there is a soft center, he just choose to let very few people into his life. He keeps his secrets close, not sharing many details of his life, which has been the reason that through all these years, he'd been alone.
Piper (Face claim of his sister)
Completed Role Play: Safe Haven
Age: 28
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Story
Things in Oliver's family had always been tense. His parents expected perfection, and anything less would not be tolerated. Having money and his esteem, his parents didn't take lightly to anything that could reflect poorly on their image. It had made for a childhood lacking fun and excitement, and had instead resulted in countless hours of studying and perfecting one or two talents. Oliver was the "black sheep," for never having picked an extracurricular activity, despite the fact his grades had landed him several scholarships. Leaving the city behind, along with his parents, was one of the best things he'd ever done in his life, regardless of the fact he left all of his friends and siblings behind. Oliver's older brother, Dylan, had stayed for a while, but once Oliver moved, so had he, leaving his younger sister, Piper, to fend for herself. Of course, none of the siblings were very far apart, and eventually his sister would move out, finding her own path.
Oliver graduated top of his class, with an Bachelor's in Business, allowing him to easily become an asset in a large trading company. There were two reasons he'd made it where he had in the company, the first being how intelligent Oliver was, but also his willingness to cover numbers, allowing the company to pocket money without anyone ever knowing. It had it's own perks for Oliver, as well, leaving him with far more money than anyone would normally make in his position at the company, but it also gained him access to more power. Such power made him untouchable from his parents, meaning they could no longer try to control him or blackmail him into returning.
Oliver had never had any intention to return home, until he'd gotten a call from Dylan. His parents had abandoned ship, having been caught for their own fraudulent activity, and were now moving into hiding. The one good thing that their parents had done for their children, as Dylan had put it, was make sure they had no implications in the crimes committed, meaning an investigation would go nowhere near the children. It was finally time for Oliver to return home, where he could see his family again, get rid of his parents' belongings, all while working from afar for the company he was with.
While most would say Oliver is cold and lacking compassion, those who he is closest to, would be the only ones to know the truth. For the people he loves, Oliver is willing to do almost anything, and underneath his hard exterior, there is a soft center, he just choose to let very few people into his life. He keeps his secrets close, not sharing many details of his life, which has been the reason that through all these years, he'd been alone.
Piper (Face claim of his sister)
Completed Role Play: Safe Haven
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Malachi Anderson (Kai)
Age: 28
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
His Story
Malachi, better known as Kai, had anything but an easy childhood. His mother had been cold and absent most of his life, while his father had been an addict and an abuser. The man would beat Malachi’s mother, and then in turn do the same to Kai. His younger sister was never touched, though, as Kai made sure Emily was always safe. His difficult home life led to an equally difficult school career, though Kai is very intelligent, he simply had no time to apply himself. He was bullied for being poor and unlike other students. Being beaten and abused his whole life had shaped him into a pretty cold and ruthless person, which led to violence in school and outside of school; constantly finding himself in some sort of trouble.
This only worsened as Kai aged, turning to alcohol and even some drugs trying to kill his pain and anger. It worked for a while, before it too just amplified every bad thing the boy was forced to feel. Most of his troubles stemmed back to his father, who continued to push him each and every night after he would return home from his shift at the local grocery store. (Kai had to support himself and his sister for the most part, as his father surely did not.) It was all becoming too much, until one night his father and his car disappeared, neither ever to be found or seen again.
It didn’t take long for the rumors of what Malachi must have done to his father to spread. Really, who would blame him? Though, Kai ignored everything everyone had to say, and never spoke a word of his father’s disappearance. Was he behind it? Did he kill his father? What really happened to him? Not even his sister could get answers from him, the whole thing was forever to be a mystery.
The Present
Kai is now twenty eight years old, and has made a somewhat successful life for himself. He got a business degree with help from state and government loans, which allowed him to work for a decent tech company. He wasn’t too high up the ladder, but he made enough to live a life of comfort, and that was all that mattered. Though, no matter how far he ran from his home and his family, the past always haunted him. Violence had turned him into a violent man. He’d abused his own partners, he fought strangers in bars on nights he couldn’t cope, and he turned to the same drugs and alcohol his father had if things got too dark. Yet, nothing eased his pain nor took his suffering away. Each morning he woke feeling the same, and at times he’d contemplated taking his own life.
Things were spiraling for him, even as he wore the face of calm. His only friend was worried, and his bosses were saying he needed to seek help. If he wanted to keep his job, an effort needed to be put forth, otherwise he’d be a risk to the company and they couldn’t have that. They’d ordered him to find help or to kiss his career goodbye. His friend pleaded with him, threatening to call his distant mother and sister, in hopes to scare him into taking the steps to get better.
Really, Kai wasn’t sure he wanted to get better. His entire life had been filled with pain and suffering, and that was somehow okay with him. It was in his blood to be the same. It was all he’d ever known. Love was a concept his mind didn’t understand, and people were simply tools to achieving a greater goal, even if it meant stepping on the backs of others. It mattered not to him who he hurt, or at least that was what he showed the world. If the man cared, you couldn’t see it in his eyes.
Current Role Plays
Down the Rabbit Hole (Paused)
Follow Me Into Darkness
Age: 28
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
His Story
Malachi, better known as Kai, had anything but an easy childhood. His mother had been cold and absent most of his life, while his father had been an addict and an abuser. The man would beat Malachi’s mother, and then in turn do the same to Kai. His younger sister was never touched, though, as Kai made sure Emily was always safe. His difficult home life led to an equally difficult school career, though Kai is very intelligent, he simply had no time to apply himself. He was bullied for being poor and unlike other students. Being beaten and abused his whole life had shaped him into a pretty cold and ruthless person, which led to violence in school and outside of school; constantly finding himself in some sort of trouble.
This only worsened as Kai aged, turning to alcohol and even some drugs trying to kill his pain and anger. It worked for a while, before it too just amplified every bad thing the boy was forced to feel. Most of his troubles stemmed back to his father, who continued to push him each and every night after he would return home from his shift at the local grocery store. (Kai had to support himself and his sister for the most part, as his father surely did not.) It was all becoming too much, until one night his father and his car disappeared, neither ever to be found or seen again.
It didn’t take long for the rumors of what Malachi must have done to his father to spread. Really, who would blame him? Though, Kai ignored everything everyone had to say, and never spoke a word of his father’s disappearance. Was he behind it? Did he kill his father? What really happened to him? Not even his sister could get answers from him, the whole thing was forever to be a mystery.
The Present
Kai is now twenty eight years old, and has made a somewhat successful life for himself. He got a business degree with help from state and government loans, which allowed him to work for a decent tech company. He wasn’t too high up the ladder, but he made enough to live a life of comfort, and that was all that mattered. Though, no matter how far he ran from his home and his family, the past always haunted him. Violence had turned him into a violent man. He’d abused his own partners, he fought strangers in bars on nights he couldn’t cope, and he turned to the same drugs and alcohol his father had if things got too dark. Yet, nothing eased his pain nor took his suffering away. Each morning he woke feeling the same, and at times he’d contemplated taking his own life.
Things were spiraling for him, even as he wore the face of calm. His only friend was worried, and his bosses were saying he needed to seek help. If he wanted to keep his job, an effort needed to be put forth, otherwise he’d be a risk to the company and they couldn’t have that. They’d ordered him to find help or to kiss his career goodbye. His friend pleaded with him, threatening to call his distant mother and sister, in hopes to scare him into taking the steps to get better.
Really, Kai wasn’t sure he wanted to get better. His entire life had been filled with pain and suffering, and that was somehow okay with him. It was in his blood to be the same. It was all he’d ever known. Love was a concept his mind didn’t understand, and people were simply tools to achieving a greater goal, even if it meant stepping on the backs of others. It mattered not to him who he hurt, or at least that was what he showed the world. If the man cared, you couldn’t see it in his eyes.
Current Role Plays
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Follow Me Into Darkness
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Ezekiel
Species: Werewolf
Age: 29– has been alive for roughly just over 200 years as wolves age slower after reaching maturity.
Backstory: Ezekiel is a born werewolf– the first son of an Alpha, and next in line to govern the pack he was a part of. Ezekiel’s father was strict, not to say this meant he was unloving. His father, as the Alpha, loved all members of the pack; cared for all members of the pack. This was something engrained into Ezekiel from a young age. One day, it would be his responsibility. Or burden to bear, depending on who was asked.
Ezekiel was not only tasked with building the mental fortitude it took to be a leader, but also the physical strength. From sunup to sundown, Ezekiel shadowed his father. This started early in his life– as early as he could remember. He would sit in on meetings with pack officials, he would see his father rule out punishments to those who broke their laws, and they would spare frequently. When Ezekiel was old enough, it was no longer sparing with the Alpha or those he knew. Instead, he was thrust onto the battlefield.
More than a few scars were earned through countless fights– territory wars against other packs of wolves, fights against other supernatural factions who wanted to see the wolves eradicated, and even sometimes fights against pack members who betrayed their own.
The closer Ezekiel’s rise to Alpha grew, the less he wanted it. Pack dynamics and constant battles were not things that interested him. Really, the son of the Alpha didn’t know what he wanted to do with the rest of his existence. But leading the pack was not it. Ezekiel’s younger brother, Caleb, was more suited for the leadership role. Caleb had worked just as hard, if not harder, than Ezekiel had. The younger man never missed a beat– he was always ready. Caleb had a firm hand, like their father, but a natural presence as a leader. People listened to him when he spoke and they looked to him for answers when things went sideways. The pack respected Caleb far more than they did Ezekiel, who often did not take his duties as seriously as he should have.
The older he grew, the less Ezekiel cared about playing the part or the consequences of not doing so. For nearly a hundred years, Ezekiel followed his father’s rules and prepared to become Alpha– a position his father had held for hundreds of years now, and what was fully expected of him. It was a rite of passage, a tradition in the pack. Once the first son of the Alpha was of a certain age, the torch was passed. Ezekiel was running out of time and soon what very little freedom he still had would be stripped from him.
He couldn’t stand it. Any of it. So, he ran.
Ezekiel packed nearly nothing, content to leave everything from his current life behind. Keepsakes meant nothing. There were no valuables that the man couldn’t live without. All he needed were the clothes on his back and the financial means to support himself in the human world. Both of which he had. Ezekiel was far from wealthy, but living nearly a hundred years did mean that he had enough money accumulated to make it on his own.
And so, he did. Without so much as a goodbye to his family and friends. For over a hundred years, Ezekiel had now lived in the world among humans. He had spent just as much time with them as he had with his pack. Yet, somehow, he never seemed to find his place with the humans.
Ezekiel worked mundane jobs, tried to make friends where he could, and even had a few romantic interests along the way. It still never felt like home; it still never felt like he fit in. Sure, he blended in well and people didn’t seem to think there was anything off about him. But he never found his place, not like when he’d lived with his pack.
Good looks and charm could only get a person so far. Ezekiel tried to find things in common with the humans. After a while, he started giving up. The once social and outgoing werewolf had become a loner. Isolated from his pack and from the world he had become a part of. He moved out of the city, his wolf never finding joy there, and into a small home sat just inside the woods on the outskirts of town. It afforded him privacy, and at least his inner beast had a place to more freely roam without fear of being spotted.
The more time Ezekiel spent away from people, the more comfortable he became with being alone. It started out as spending days by himself, never going into town. Quickly those days became weeks– weeks turned into months. Ezekiel had thought he would be lonely, but he wasn’t. In nature, he was at peace. Or so, these were the things he told himself. Deep down, wolves weren’t meant to be alone, it went against their very being.
A man once social and outgoing, was now shut down. His charming and charismatic nature– now buried beneath a hardened exterior and a growing distrust for outsiders.
Current Roleplay
Destiny and Fate
Species: Werewolf
Age: 29– has been alive for roughly just over 200 years as wolves age slower after reaching maturity.
Backstory: Ezekiel is a born werewolf– the first son of an Alpha, and next in line to govern the pack he was a part of. Ezekiel’s father was strict, not to say this meant he was unloving. His father, as the Alpha, loved all members of the pack; cared for all members of the pack. This was something engrained into Ezekiel from a young age. One day, it would be his responsibility. Or burden to bear, depending on who was asked.
Ezekiel was not only tasked with building the mental fortitude it took to be a leader, but also the physical strength. From sunup to sundown, Ezekiel shadowed his father. This started early in his life– as early as he could remember. He would sit in on meetings with pack officials, he would see his father rule out punishments to those who broke their laws, and they would spare frequently. When Ezekiel was old enough, it was no longer sparing with the Alpha or those he knew. Instead, he was thrust onto the battlefield.
More than a few scars were earned through countless fights– territory wars against other packs of wolves, fights against other supernatural factions who wanted to see the wolves eradicated, and even sometimes fights against pack members who betrayed their own.
The closer Ezekiel’s rise to Alpha grew, the less he wanted it. Pack dynamics and constant battles were not things that interested him. Really, the son of the Alpha didn’t know what he wanted to do with the rest of his existence. But leading the pack was not it. Ezekiel’s younger brother, Caleb, was more suited for the leadership role. Caleb had worked just as hard, if not harder, than Ezekiel had. The younger man never missed a beat– he was always ready. Caleb had a firm hand, like their father, but a natural presence as a leader. People listened to him when he spoke and they looked to him for answers when things went sideways. The pack respected Caleb far more than they did Ezekiel, who often did not take his duties as seriously as he should have.
The older he grew, the less Ezekiel cared about playing the part or the consequences of not doing so. For nearly a hundred years, Ezekiel followed his father’s rules and prepared to become Alpha– a position his father had held for hundreds of years now, and what was fully expected of him. It was a rite of passage, a tradition in the pack. Once the first son of the Alpha was of a certain age, the torch was passed. Ezekiel was running out of time and soon what very little freedom he still had would be stripped from him.
He couldn’t stand it. Any of it. So, he ran.
Ezekiel packed nearly nothing, content to leave everything from his current life behind. Keepsakes meant nothing. There were no valuables that the man couldn’t live without. All he needed were the clothes on his back and the financial means to support himself in the human world. Both of which he had. Ezekiel was far from wealthy, but living nearly a hundred years did mean that he had enough money accumulated to make it on his own.
And so, he did. Without so much as a goodbye to his family and friends. For over a hundred years, Ezekiel had now lived in the world among humans. He had spent just as much time with them as he had with his pack. Yet, somehow, he never seemed to find his place with the humans.
Ezekiel worked mundane jobs, tried to make friends where he could, and even had a few romantic interests along the way. It still never felt like home; it still never felt like he fit in. Sure, he blended in well and people didn’t seem to think there was anything off about him. But he never found his place, not like when he’d lived with his pack.
Good looks and charm could only get a person so far. Ezekiel tried to find things in common with the humans. After a while, he started giving up. The once social and outgoing werewolf had become a loner. Isolated from his pack and from the world he had become a part of. He moved out of the city, his wolf never finding joy there, and into a small home sat just inside the woods on the outskirts of town. It afforded him privacy, and at least his inner beast had a place to more freely roam without fear of being spotted.
The more time Ezekiel spent away from people, the more comfortable he became with being alone. It started out as spending days by himself, never going into town. Quickly those days became weeks– weeks turned into months. Ezekiel had thought he would be lonely, but he wasn’t. In nature, he was at peace. Or so, these were the things he told himself. Deep down, wolves weren’t meant to be alone, it went against their very being.
A man once social and outgoing, was now shut down. His charming and charismatic nature– now buried beneath a hardened exterior and a growing distrust for outsiders.
Current Roleplay
Destiny and Fate
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Warwick
Species: Mage/Empath
Age: 26
Sexuality: Bisexual
Story
Warwick was born an empath, and with this, was also gifted with control of the elements around him. Though being an empath has made being truly connected with anyone nearly impossible, as he feels everything on a supernatural level. It isn’t just that he can sense what people are feeling, it’s that he can feel it as if it were his own emotion. Warwick could also feel the physical state of people as well, enduring through the pain that the ones around him would suffer.
As a child he was abandoned, left to drift through the system aimlessly, his parents and others not able to understand him. They feared him, and some even tried to use him. By the time he was old enough to be on his own, he was. Avoiding people at all costs, pushing away everyone who would try to get close to him, making sure that he remained alone. He’d had enough people leave to know he didn’t need anyone, and other people only hurt him, even if they didn’t mean to. He couldn’t handle suffering through everything a person felt and dealt with.
As a result Warwick was cold to the world, and saw no reason to be a part of it. He used his abilities however he saw fit, and let himself turn a shoulder to caring. Even though Warwick had once been a very caring and sweet individual, he was now a mere shell of that man, pushed too far and left to hurt all on his own, too many times.
Abilities
He controls the elements, having a connection with the energy that flows through the world around him. Warwick possesses control over a fifth element as well: soul. Giving him the ability to influence the minds of others.
Current Active Role Play: The Beauty of Chaos
Ended Role Play: Eternal Fire
Species: Mage/Empath
Age: 26
Sexuality: Bisexual
Story
Warwick was born an empath, and with this, was also gifted with control of the elements around him. Though being an empath has made being truly connected with anyone nearly impossible, as he feels everything on a supernatural level. It isn’t just that he can sense what people are feeling, it’s that he can feel it as if it were his own emotion. Warwick could also feel the physical state of people as well, enduring through the pain that the ones around him would suffer.
As a child he was abandoned, left to drift through the system aimlessly, his parents and others not able to understand him. They feared him, and some even tried to use him. By the time he was old enough to be on his own, he was. Avoiding people at all costs, pushing away everyone who would try to get close to him, making sure that he remained alone. He’d had enough people leave to know he didn’t need anyone, and other people only hurt him, even if they didn’t mean to. He couldn’t handle suffering through everything a person felt and dealt with.
As a result Warwick was cold to the world, and saw no reason to be a part of it. He used his abilities however he saw fit, and let himself turn a shoulder to caring. Even though Warwick had once been a very caring and sweet individual, he was now a mere shell of that man, pushed too far and left to hurt all on his own, too many times.
Abilities
He controls the elements, having a connection with the energy that flows through the world around him. Warwick possesses control over a fifth element as well: soul. Giving him the ability to influence the minds of others.
Current Active Role Play: The Beauty of Chaos
Ended Role Play: Eternal Fire
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Lincoln Underwood
Species: Human
Age: 28
Sexuality: Straight
Story
Before the fall, Lincoln was a decently successful man. He'd gone to medical school to become a radiology technician. There had been trauma among his family, his younger sister being killed in a car crash at the age of sixteen. After she'd been taken so quickly, Lincoln's parents never quite recovered; they became distant and absent, leaving Lincoln with nothing but time to himself. The quiet had always been maddening, and he'd stay busy to drown out his own thoughts, throwing himself into physical exercise as a way to stay healthy and distracted. Lincoln had been with women, but none of them had grabbed his attention enough for him to form any sort of serious commitment, and he'd often been told that he had "commitment issues." Maybe he did. After having his sister so suddenly ripped away; his best friend-- losing somebody else was a terrifying thought. Something Lincoln would soon be faced with over and over again.
After The Fall
When the world finally took a nosedive, Lincoln had been at work. Once panic erupted and things got crazy, his first move was to go home to his parents. They'd locked themselves inside, but staying in the city hadn't been an option-- evacuation had started. Though, they never made it off the interstate, as traffic sat at a complete standstill. They were far enough away from the city when the booms were dropped, fire and smoke filling the sky, as one jet after the next flew overhead. The world was going up in flames, quite literally, but that wouldn't be the biggest of their problems. Soon they'd learn the real threat was the reanimation of the dead.
Lincoln's parents never made it to find out what was happening to the world. A riot on the bridge, with scattered gunfire and rage, killed Lincoln's parents. While Lincoln had left the car to walk up the interstate and try to gather more information from other people, a fight between several families trying to take things from one another had broken out. Bullets flew, and several broke through the windshield of his parent's car, leaving them both bleeding out in the front seat of the car. That night Lincoln had lost everything. And that night Lincoln killed the first person in his lifetime; the man who'd shot his parents.
Now, Lincoln was on his own, having fled from the road with nothing but his backpack full of some clothing and food-- things he'd had for when he'd gone hiking along the trails of the mountains. It would last a few days, and with the state of the new world, Lincoln knew that all laws had fallen. He needed to find a place to hole up, and then gather supplies. This is where Lincoln's story leaves off.
Personality
Lincoln can be a kind and gentle man, though when backed into a corner, he'll do whatever he has to do. Killing the man who killed his parents has left him mentally shaken, but Lincoln has never been scared of making the hard choices. The man can be a leader, and had a strong opinion when it comes to things that matter. With his past trauma of losing his sister, Lincoln has a hard time getting close to others, and often shuts himself off, showing no signs of what he's feeling or thinking. This can make him seem uncaring or distant, even if he truly cares a lot.
Current Active Role Play: The Fall
Species: Human
Age: 28
Sexuality: Straight
Story
Before the fall, Lincoln was a decently successful man. He'd gone to medical school to become a radiology technician. There had been trauma among his family, his younger sister being killed in a car crash at the age of sixteen. After she'd been taken so quickly, Lincoln's parents never quite recovered; they became distant and absent, leaving Lincoln with nothing but time to himself. The quiet had always been maddening, and he'd stay busy to drown out his own thoughts, throwing himself into physical exercise as a way to stay healthy and distracted. Lincoln had been with women, but none of them had grabbed his attention enough for him to form any sort of serious commitment, and he'd often been told that he had "commitment issues." Maybe he did. After having his sister so suddenly ripped away; his best friend-- losing somebody else was a terrifying thought. Something Lincoln would soon be faced with over and over again.
After The Fall
When the world finally took a nosedive, Lincoln had been at work. Once panic erupted and things got crazy, his first move was to go home to his parents. They'd locked themselves inside, but staying in the city hadn't been an option-- evacuation had started. Though, they never made it off the interstate, as traffic sat at a complete standstill. They were far enough away from the city when the booms were dropped, fire and smoke filling the sky, as one jet after the next flew overhead. The world was going up in flames, quite literally, but that wouldn't be the biggest of their problems. Soon they'd learn the real threat was the reanimation of the dead.
Lincoln's parents never made it to find out what was happening to the world. A riot on the bridge, with scattered gunfire and rage, killed Lincoln's parents. While Lincoln had left the car to walk up the interstate and try to gather more information from other people, a fight between several families trying to take things from one another had broken out. Bullets flew, and several broke through the windshield of his parent's car, leaving them both bleeding out in the front seat of the car. That night Lincoln had lost everything. And that night Lincoln killed the first person in his lifetime; the man who'd shot his parents.
Now, Lincoln was on his own, having fled from the road with nothing but his backpack full of some clothing and food-- things he'd had for when he'd gone hiking along the trails of the mountains. It would last a few days, and with the state of the new world, Lincoln knew that all laws had fallen. He needed to find a place to hole up, and then gather supplies. This is where Lincoln's story leaves off.
Personality
Lincoln can be a kind and gentle man, though when backed into a corner, he'll do whatever he has to do. Killing the man who killed his parents has left him mentally shaken, but Lincoln has never been scared of making the hard choices. The man can be a leader, and had a strong opinion when it comes to things that matter. With his past trauma of losing his sister, Lincoln has a hard time getting close to others, and often shuts himself off, showing no signs of what he's feeling or thinking. This can make him seem uncaring or distant, even if he truly cares a lot.
Current Active Role Play: The Fall
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Scott Green
Species: Human
Age: 27
Sexuality: Straight
Story
From the outside looking in, Scott comes from a relatively normal family background. He and his brother were always taken care of, and it would appear as if they couldn't want for anything. Of course, keeping up appearances had been important to his family. To go out in public, looking anything other than his absolute best, would have been a crime against his parents. Scott's mother was controlling, and wanted nothing more than the perfect life and the picture perfect family. So, she took it upon herself to create just that. She married a man with a good paying career, who was almost never home, and then had two children. Scott was the younger of the two, his brother being two years older than he is.
Scott's father wasn't in the picture much. While his parents weren't divorced, and everyone believed their marriage was bliss, that wasn't the case. His father, because of work, was nearly never present. The man spent weeks at a time away from home. Scott had found this bothersome when he was younger, but as time passed, he just grew to resent the man instead, blaming him for not being the parent he should have been. Meanwhile, Scott put distance between himself and his mother, the older he got. Once he was eighteen, Scott moved out of his family home, and moved in with a high school friend. They attended college together, and Scott finished with a degree in Journalism, having always wanted to write. During his childhood, his creativity had always been snuffed out, as men were meant to participate in sports, not spend their time at a desk writing. Just another way his mother controlled and manipulated his life.
Scott only remained in contact with his family, for the sake of his brother, who hadn't pushed their mother away as Scott had. Instead, his brother, Brian, remained close with their mother. He was always the golden boy, though he never acted as such. Scott and Brian have a good relationship, as good as it could have been. So Scott would go home for holidays, and call or visit every few months, just to make sure that his mother didn't suddenly decide to kick him out of the family.
Personality
Scott is outgoing, and loves life. As somebody who wasn't shown much love growing up, he is exactly the opposite. Scott enjoys making people happy, and lives life to the fullest. The man will go out of his way, just to help a friend in need. Overall, people would consider Scott kindhearted and charming. His presence could fill a room, and people constantly want to be around him. Scott was popular throughout school, and that followed him into his adult life, though sometimes he just wants peace and quiet, and can spend days by himself without complaint. Mostly, he is just trying to find what he was meant to do in life, aside from writing. As an adult, he can finally live however he pleases, and has taken this time to explore various walks of life.
Current Role Play: The Secrets That Bind
Species: Human
Age: 27
Sexuality: Straight
Story
From the outside looking in, Scott comes from a relatively normal family background. He and his brother were always taken care of, and it would appear as if they couldn't want for anything. Of course, keeping up appearances had been important to his family. To go out in public, looking anything other than his absolute best, would have been a crime against his parents. Scott's mother was controlling, and wanted nothing more than the perfect life and the picture perfect family. So, she took it upon herself to create just that. She married a man with a good paying career, who was almost never home, and then had two children. Scott was the younger of the two, his brother being two years older than he is.
Scott's father wasn't in the picture much. While his parents weren't divorced, and everyone believed their marriage was bliss, that wasn't the case. His father, because of work, was nearly never present. The man spent weeks at a time away from home. Scott had found this bothersome when he was younger, but as time passed, he just grew to resent the man instead, blaming him for not being the parent he should have been. Meanwhile, Scott put distance between himself and his mother, the older he got. Once he was eighteen, Scott moved out of his family home, and moved in with a high school friend. They attended college together, and Scott finished with a degree in Journalism, having always wanted to write. During his childhood, his creativity had always been snuffed out, as men were meant to participate in sports, not spend their time at a desk writing. Just another way his mother controlled and manipulated his life.
Scott only remained in contact with his family, for the sake of his brother, who hadn't pushed their mother away as Scott had. Instead, his brother, Brian, remained close with their mother. He was always the golden boy, though he never acted as such. Scott and Brian have a good relationship, as good as it could have been. So Scott would go home for holidays, and call or visit every few months, just to make sure that his mother didn't suddenly decide to kick him out of the family.
Personality
Scott is outgoing, and loves life. As somebody who wasn't shown much love growing up, he is exactly the opposite. Scott enjoys making people happy, and lives life to the fullest. The man will go out of his way, just to help a friend in need. Overall, people would consider Scott kindhearted and charming. His presence could fill a room, and people constantly want to be around him. Scott was popular throughout school, and that followed him into his adult life, though sometimes he just wants peace and quiet, and can spend days by himself without complaint. Mostly, he is just trying to find what he was meant to do in life, aside from writing. As an adult, he can finally live however he pleases, and has taken this time to explore various walks of life.
Current Role Play: The Secrets That Bind
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Allison Stone
Species: Human
Age: 28
Sexuality: Lesbian
Backstory
From a young age Allison had been thrown into the system; abandoned by her parents and forced to bounce from one foster home to the next. Allison was only four when she was sentenced to a childhood in foster care, though she opted out as soon as she was able. From the age of four to sixteen, Allison was in one foster home or another, going through at least one or two of them a year. At sixteen, she ran away, deciding life on the streets had to be better than life in abusive, unloving faux-families.
Allison took to theft to make her way through life. She'd steal from anyone she could, and after doing it for a year, she'd gotten rather good at it. Allison had learned the places to go; the people to target. The rich didn't care about a wallet full of cash, they just canceled their credit cards. Until one day, Allison picked the wrong man, getting caught in the act. Before she could run, the older man had grabbed her by the arm, holding her in place. That man would come to be none other than Mr. Wolfe, owner of a massive empire of companies, with an endless amount of wealth and resources.
Mr. Wolfe, rather than ruining Allison's life, decided to give it some purpose. The younger girl was clearly skilled at a few nefarious things, which could easily be turned into something more. With his family in a powerful position, they naturally had enemies. Of course, Mr. Wolfe's son, who was about the same age as Allison herself, was no help to the cause. The young man caused plenty of trouble. Soon, Allison would learn of Mr. Wolfe's plans, and eagerly, Allison would agree. All she had to do was learn about the family; keep a watchful eye on the property and on Mr. Wolfe's son. Though, that quickly changed. The moment Allison turned eighteen, Mr. Wolfe enlisted her in a series of physical combat training programs, shooting classes, and more. Allison learned everything there was to basically being a hit-man, though Mr. Wolfe never used her skills for that purpose. Not yet. Allison only ever guarded the family, going with them on trips.
Then, after a couple of years, that would change, too. Allison would no longer be just a simple bodyguard, she would become an enforcer. If somebody moved against the Wolfe family, Allison was sent to handle it. How many times had she left somebody barely breathing? Killing was something she'd not been pushed to do, but much like everything else, with time, that changed. At the age of twenty-one, Allison killed her first person. That was when things started to become numb; when she had started to cut herself off from any real emotion. There was no room for emotion or any real feeling in the job that Allison had, and she had long since accepted it.
Present
Allison had been hired for yet another job, only this time, it is Nathaniel Wolfe who has sent for her services, rather than Mr. Wolfe himself. Nathaniel's fiancee had nearly been kidnapped. Allison's assignment? Watch the woman twenty-four-seven, and take out anyone who would attempt to lay even a finger on her head. This was meant to be her last job; the one that would finally gain her her freedom from the Wolfe family, if such a thing were possible. They'd taken her off the street, fed her, housed her, and employed her. Thanks to Mr. Wolfe, Allison had gotten to live a life of luxury she would have never expected to have.
Personality
Allison is the kind of woman who is almost always serious. She keeps herself closed off and short, often finding she doesn't have much to say– or she simply doesn't care to interact. People can find her cold, sometimes even callous. Whether or not there is more beyond her tough exterior, is a guess to most, though it is often assumed the woman simply lacks a heart. Maybe it's simply that nobody has yet to touch it.
Current Roleplay
The Color of Fortune
Species: Human
Age: 28
Sexuality: Lesbian
Backstory
From a young age Allison had been thrown into the system; abandoned by her parents and forced to bounce from one foster home to the next. Allison was only four when she was sentenced to a childhood in foster care, though she opted out as soon as she was able. From the age of four to sixteen, Allison was in one foster home or another, going through at least one or two of them a year. At sixteen, she ran away, deciding life on the streets had to be better than life in abusive, unloving faux-families.
Allison took to theft to make her way through life. She'd steal from anyone she could, and after doing it for a year, she'd gotten rather good at it. Allison had learned the places to go; the people to target. The rich didn't care about a wallet full of cash, they just canceled their credit cards. Until one day, Allison picked the wrong man, getting caught in the act. Before she could run, the older man had grabbed her by the arm, holding her in place. That man would come to be none other than Mr. Wolfe, owner of a massive empire of companies, with an endless amount of wealth and resources.
Mr. Wolfe, rather than ruining Allison's life, decided to give it some purpose. The younger girl was clearly skilled at a few nefarious things, which could easily be turned into something more. With his family in a powerful position, they naturally had enemies. Of course, Mr. Wolfe's son, who was about the same age as Allison herself, was no help to the cause. The young man caused plenty of trouble. Soon, Allison would learn of Mr. Wolfe's plans, and eagerly, Allison would agree. All she had to do was learn about the family; keep a watchful eye on the property and on Mr. Wolfe's son. Though, that quickly changed. The moment Allison turned eighteen, Mr. Wolfe enlisted her in a series of physical combat training programs, shooting classes, and more. Allison learned everything there was to basically being a hit-man, though Mr. Wolfe never used her skills for that purpose. Not yet. Allison only ever guarded the family, going with them on trips.
Then, after a couple of years, that would change, too. Allison would no longer be just a simple bodyguard, she would become an enforcer. If somebody moved against the Wolfe family, Allison was sent to handle it. How many times had she left somebody barely breathing? Killing was something she'd not been pushed to do, but much like everything else, with time, that changed. At the age of twenty-one, Allison killed her first person. That was when things started to become numb; when she had started to cut herself off from any real emotion. There was no room for emotion or any real feeling in the job that Allison had, and she had long since accepted it.
Present
Allison had been hired for yet another job, only this time, it is Nathaniel Wolfe who has sent for her services, rather than Mr. Wolfe himself. Nathaniel's fiancee had nearly been kidnapped. Allison's assignment? Watch the woman twenty-four-seven, and take out anyone who would attempt to lay even a finger on her head. This was meant to be her last job; the one that would finally gain her her freedom from the Wolfe family, if such a thing were possible. They'd taken her off the street, fed her, housed her, and employed her. Thanks to Mr. Wolfe, Allison had gotten to live a life of luxury she would have never expected to have.
Personality
Allison is the kind of woman who is almost always serious. She keeps herself closed off and short, often finding she doesn't have much to say– or she simply doesn't care to interact. People can find her cold, sometimes even callous. Whether or not there is more beyond her tough exterior, is a guess to most, though it is often assumed the woman simply lacks a heart. Maybe it's simply that nobody has yet to touch it.
Current Roleplay
The Color of Fortune
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Elijah "Eli" Greyson
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Backstory
Good examples were something Elijah had gone his entire childhood without. Parents who fought, the flames of anger fueled by whatever substance ran through their veins on any given day. Money spent on alcohol, cigarettes, and pills of various shapes and sizes. Food came last and Elijah often went to be hungry. School provided him most of his meals, making weekends particularly hard. Friends might have helped him, if he had any.
Elijah hadn’t started out being unpopular. In fact, Elijah’s lack of friends growing up was of no fault of his own. People of the town knew his parents– they certainly didn’t want to subject their children to such an environment. Nobody ever thought to help, Elijah. Instead, they shunned him.
Reaching high school provided some relief, if that was what one could call it. No longer was he stuck in small town schools. The local high school only accommodated so many kids, which meant that Elijah was bussed to the nearest city school. Nobody knew who he was there, or who his parents were, but the damage had already been done. Elijah fell in with the wrong group of people and before long, he found that he might have been just like his parents.
The alcohol and drugs served as temporary relief from the misery that was Elijah’s existence. Any party he was invited to, he attended. Any substance he was offered, he would take. Any reckless dare was just another way to feel alive, so of course he would accept. How he had managed to survive, much less finish high school, was beyond him. Yet, he had– just barely– and certainly not with the grades to get into any kind of college.
As soon as he was legally old enough, Elijah had left home. He started out staying with friends, while working whatever trash jobs were thrown his way. Eventually, Elijah landed himself a factory job… lets be honest, this would be his career. He was going nowhere fast. To secure the job he had used the urine of a friend to pass the required drug test, the company none the wiser. It paid enough to allot Elijah the financial means to afford a small, one bedroom apartment, located in the worst part of town. Except, Elijah fit right in. Just one floor up in the deteriorating apartment complex was the man in which Elijah bought the best pills from– it was quite convenient, if he did say so himself.
With the money of the factory job came the ability to buy even more of the substances he regularly abused and even those he didn’t. Somehow, Elijah had yet to hit rock bottom, but soon he would. Missing days of work had already landed him in trouble; if he didn’t pull himself together then they would certainly let him go from his position.
Unresolved trauma severed to mix with everything wrong that Eli was doing to himself. He found himself wondering what point life had. Shortly after, Eli overdosed. Unfortunately for him, he had done so in his car, parked off the side of the road. Somebody had found him and called for him. It had saved him. Where relief should have been, he found himself disappointed. Did Eli want to die? He wasn’t sure. Partying and drugging were fun– he wanted to keep going, living life “to its fullest.” There was also no denying that they no longer made him feel alive in the ways they once did. Something else would have to do that. He needed something more.
Fighting was the next best thing. Fights with strangers in bars. Fights with romantic partners, who were just as strung out and broken as he was. Elijah was the spitting image of his father. Drinking led to anger, which led to abuse, followed by a shift in emotions where he would sob and beg forgiveness from those he hurt. This was especially true in those he found himself sleeping with. Who would fall victim to his instability next? Was anyone going to come and save him? By now, Elijah knew the answer. There was no being saved. He was in Hell and he would drag everyone down with him.
Current Roleplay
He'll Drag Her to Hell
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Backstory
Good examples were something Elijah had gone his entire childhood without. Parents who fought, the flames of anger fueled by whatever substance ran through their veins on any given day. Money spent on alcohol, cigarettes, and pills of various shapes and sizes. Food came last and Elijah often went to be hungry. School provided him most of his meals, making weekends particularly hard. Friends might have helped him, if he had any.
Elijah hadn’t started out being unpopular. In fact, Elijah’s lack of friends growing up was of no fault of his own. People of the town knew his parents– they certainly didn’t want to subject their children to such an environment. Nobody ever thought to help, Elijah. Instead, they shunned him.
Reaching high school provided some relief, if that was what one could call it. No longer was he stuck in small town schools. The local high school only accommodated so many kids, which meant that Elijah was bussed to the nearest city school. Nobody knew who he was there, or who his parents were, but the damage had already been done. Elijah fell in with the wrong group of people and before long, he found that he might have been just like his parents.
The alcohol and drugs served as temporary relief from the misery that was Elijah’s existence. Any party he was invited to, he attended. Any substance he was offered, he would take. Any reckless dare was just another way to feel alive, so of course he would accept. How he had managed to survive, much less finish high school, was beyond him. Yet, he had– just barely– and certainly not with the grades to get into any kind of college.
As soon as he was legally old enough, Elijah had left home. He started out staying with friends, while working whatever trash jobs were thrown his way. Eventually, Elijah landed himself a factory job… lets be honest, this would be his career. He was going nowhere fast. To secure the job he had used the urine of a friend to pass the required drug test, the company none the wiser. It paid enough to allot Elijah the financial means to afford a small, one bedroom apartment, located in the worst part of town. Except, Elijah fit right in. Just one floor up in the deteriorating apartment complex was the man in which Elijah bought the best pills from– it was quite convenient, if he did say so himself.
With the money of the factory job came the ability to buy even more of the substances he regularly abused and even those he didn’t. Somehow, Elijah had yet to hit rock bottom, but soon he would. Missing days of work had already landed him in trouble; if he didn’t pull himself together then they would certainly let him go from his position.
Unresolved trauma severed to mix with everything wrong that Eli was doing to himself. He found himself wondering what point life had. Shortly after, Eli overdosed. Unfortunately for him, he had done so in his car, parked off the side of the road. Somebody had found him and called for him. It had saved him. Where relief should have been, he found himself disappointed. Did Eli want to die? He wasn’t sure. Partying and drugging were fun– he wanted to keep going, living life “to its fullest.” There was also no denying that they no longer made him feel alive in the ways they once did. Something else would have to do that. He needed something more.
Fighting was the next best thing. Fights with strangers in bars. Fights with romantic partners, who were just as strung out and broken as he was. Elijah was the spitting image of his father. Drinking led to anger, which led to abuse, followed by a shift in emotions where he would sob and beg forgiveness from those he hurt. This was especially true in those he found himself sleeping with. Who would fall victim to his instability next? Was anyone going to come and save him? By now, Elijah knew the answer. There was no being saved. He was in Hell and he would drag everyone down with him.
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He'll Drag Her to Hell
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Gideon Reid
Species: Jinn
Sub-type: Started out a Benevolent Jinn; after injury and memory loss, plus being in captivity, he is now a Shaitan Jinn or “disbelieving Jinn.”
Elemental Alignment: Fire
Age: 1,024 years – Jinn are not truly “immortal” beings. They can be killed, and they do have “lifespans,” though they can live for thousands of years, aging very slowly.
Year of Birth: 1501
Background/World Information
Jinn are dying species in the world of supernatural and spiritual beings. They had been hunted, with those after them seeking to control their power. Humans can be vile creatures when it comes to gaining power and wealth. Attempts to force Jinn into making wishes were made countless times, some Jinn would submit to the torture they endured, while others would never fold. Those who refused, died. Those who did not grant the wishes exactly as they were told, trying to trick the humans still, died. This “war” on the Jinn species had started millennia ago, long before humans had advanced in knowledge, technology, and weaponry. At first, the Jinn were capable of fighting back, and the benevolent Jinn who had been granting wishes before capture, did their best to try to keep the peace. They granted wishes more often, and of more extravagant demands. It was part of what had aided the human species in advancement.
These advancements only served to hurt the Jinn in the long run, and eventually, the benevolent Jinns stopped trying to keep the peace. These Benevolent Jinn were the first to begin breaking and dying over wishes. As their numbers dwindled, those Jinn who were once kind and gentle in nature, began to turn their hearts cold and fill with anger. Benevolent Jinn became Shaitan, wicked in nature and wanting nothing more than to spread hatred. If the humans would hurt them, they would do the same to the humans. It mattered not, in the end, as the Jinn were captured, slaughtered, and left on the brink of extinction. Those Jinn who remained knew to do so in the dark; to stay hidden and blend in with the human world around them. Out of the limited number of remaining Jinn, most of them were Shaitan, with only whispers of Benevolent Jinn still in existence– hiding in the deepest hole they could find.
Though most Jinn only believed this to be a rumor, it was not. One family still remained, and they had produced one child, who they would raise to be Benevolent, as they were. And this family would live, staying in hiding. Over the course of five hundred years, they would grant the rare wish to a human whose soul was deemed to be pure. This happened only a handful of times, maybe once every century. Unfortunately, after the last wish they had granted, this family was attacked– somebody had witnessed what they were capable of. They had been followed back to their home, which had been so carefully selected for the privacy it had offered, but it mattered not, now. The human intruders had hoped to take the family captive, force them to grant them power; to give them the world and control over it. However, despite being a family of Benevolent Jinn, a pact had been sworn– they would never allow the humans to take them captive and use their powers to harm the world. So, when the time came where it was to defend themselves or be used as weapons, they fought.
Both the mother and father were killed in the battle, sustaining wounds that even Jinns of their age could not recover from. The son– originally thought to be dead– had somehow managed to cling to life. Most would have been thankful to survive, but not this man. Now, he was captive. His captors treated his wounds (blunt force trauma) to the best of their abilities, which had been just enough to allow his supernatural healing to do the rest. Jinn may not have physically recovered as quickly as some supernatural beings, but it was still far beyond the rate at which a human would recover. When the Jinn woke, eyes flickering open to bright, white lights, he knew nothing of where he was. Or who he was. Or what. In fact, he couldn’t remember a thing about the past five hundred years of his existence. What he did know, one might ask? He was full of rage.
Character Background
As the story above Gideon’s parents were Benevolent Jinn, who had raised their own child to hold the same values and beliefs. Gideon had heard the stories of what Benevolent Jinn had done for humans, before the war for power had begun. There had been a time of peace; a time where humans and Jinn had befriended one another. The Jinn hadn’t had to hide, and there were far more Benevolent Jinn than Shaitan– there was no true reason to want to bring discord to a time of peace and harmony. Gideon’s parents were old, wise, and strong. Not just in their abilities, but in their faith that humanity might one day see the evil that had created, and change. They had seen peace and kindness flourishing, and they had watched it fall; they had no choice, but to believe that balance could be restored. This belief was something Gideon had taken to heart. He may not have lived through lifetimes of peace with humans, but he wanted to see it for himself. He wanted to know what it was like, and that was something he would fight for.
Or those had been Gideon’s plans. Then his parents were murdered by the very species they had so much faith in– that he had so much faith in. Gideon’s life was nearly claimed in the fight, too. But again, as the story goes, the son survived. The next five hundred years of his life (five hundred and twenty-four years, to be exact,) Gideon spent his life in captivity. It had started out that soldiers had taken him captive. They had lucked into an older building, with jail cells constructed during the 13th century. A century in which jail cells were typically made from iron bars. There weren’t many things that could contain a Jinn, but iron just so happened to be one of those few things.
Time moved forward, Gideon’s powers were tested; he was pushed to the edge of death and back again, as humans tried to manipulate him; tried to use his power for the very evil his parents had warned him about, though he had no memories of their warnings. Eventually, Gideon left the possession of the soldiers, being transferred to scientists, who had long since learned that iron was the thing they needed to keep him locked away. If the foundation had iron in it, Gideon couldn’t leave the building. The solid iron walls of the floor of the building he was held in, made it so that he couldn’t use his abilities on those outside of the floor. However, this didn’t protect those inside the iron walls with him. Because of this, shifts inside the same floor as him were rotated often. Studies or research that took longer were conducted on a different floor. If any of the lab workers or scientists had to interact with him face-to-face, the time limited was no more than an hour. Those who had stayed longer, believing they would be safe, had been proven just how dangerous it was to stay in close proximity to Gideon.
Gideon is particularly skilled in the art of manipulation, having fully embraced the darkness associated with being a Shaitan Jinn. His influence over the human mind is strong, and those who had tried to stand against him, have ended up dead– one way or another. Be it suicide, convincing them to kill their comrades, or even provoke strangers on the street until they were beaten to death. If Gideon had the opportunity, he would influence several humans at once. Many violent acts had happened near him and in surrounding locations close to that of the lab he was held in. Things that people couldn’t explain. Peaceful people turned murderous; turned mad. Massacres, explosions, crashes, etc. All caused by one or more people– typically people that others would have never expected.
It had been years since anyone had slipped up and allowed him the ability to create such chaos and destruction. Gideon could feel his anger and rage growing, bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to explode. He needed a release, something massive; something that would shake the human population to his core. Still, there was no way for him to accomplish such a task. Not stuck inside the lab– not trapped inside iron walls.
Abilities:
Species: Jinn
Sub-type: Started out a Benevolent Jinn; after injury and memory loss, plus being in captivity, he is now a Shaitan Jinn or “disbelieving Jinn.”
Elemental Alignment: Fire
Age: 1,024 years – Jinn are not truly “immortal” beings. They can be killed, and they do have “lifespans,” though they can live for thousands of years, aging very slowly.
Year of Birth: 1501
Background/World Information
Jinn are dying species in the world of supernatural and spiritual beings. They had been hunted, with those after them seeking to control their power. Humans can be vile creatures when it comes to gaining power and wealth. Attempts to force Jinn into making wishes were made countless times, some Jinn would submit to the torture they endured, while others would never fold. Those who refused, died. Those who did not grant the wishes exactly as they were told, trying to trick the humans still, died. This “war” on the Jinn species had started millennia ago, long before humans had advanced in knowledge, technology, and weaponry. At first, the Jinn were capable of fighting back, and the benevolent Jinn who had been granting wishes before capture, did their best to try to keep the peace. They granted wishes more often, and of more extravagant demands. It was part of what had aided the human species in advancement.
These advancements only served to hurt the Jinn in the long run, and eventually, the benevolent Jinns stopped trying to keep the peace. These Benevolent Jinn were the first to begin breaking and dying over wishes. As their numbers dwindled, those Jinn who were once kind and gentle in nature, began to turn their hearts cold and fill with anger. Benevolent Jinn became Shaitan, wicked in nature and wanting nothing more than to spread hatred. If the humans would hurt them, they would do the same to the humans. It mattered not, in the end, as the Jinn were captured, slaughtered, and left on the brink of extinction. Those Jinn who remained knew to do so in the dark; to stay hidden and blend in with the human world around them. Out of the limited number of remaining Jinn, most of them were Shaitan, with only whispers of Benevolent Jinn still in existence– hiding in the deepest hole they could find.
Though most Jinn only believed this to be a rumor, it was not. One family still remained, and they had produced one child, who they would raise to be Benevolent, as they were. And this family would live, staying in hiding. Over the course of five hundred years, they would grant the rare wish to a human whose soul was deemed to be pure. This happened only a handful of times, maybe once every century. Unfortunately, after the last wish they had granted, this family was attacked– somebody had witnessed what they were capable of. They had been followed back to their home, which had been so carefully selected for the privacy it had offered, but it mattered not, now. The human intruders had hoped to take the family captive, force them to grant them power; to give them the world and control over it. However, despite being a family of Benevolent Jinn, a pact had been sworn– they would never allow the humans to take them captive and use their powers to harm the world. So, when the time came where it was to defend themselves or be used as weapons, they fought.
Both the mother and father were killed in the battle, sustaining wounds that even Jinns of their age could not recover from. The son– originally thought to be dead– had somehow managed to cling to life. Most would have been thankful to survive, but not this man. Now, he was captive. His captors treated his wounds (blunt force trauma) to the best of their abilities, which had been just enough to allow his supernatural healing to do the rest. Jinn may not have physically recovered as quickly as some supernatural beings, but it was still far beyond the rate at which a human would recover. When the Jinn woke, eyes flickering open to bright, white lights, he knew nothing of where he was. Or who he was. Or what. In fact, he couldn’t remember a thing about the past five hundred years of his existence. What he did know, one might ask? He was full of rage.
Character Background
As the story above Gideon’s parents were Benevolent Jinn, who had raised their own child to hold the same values and beliefs. Gideon had heard the stories of what Benevolent Jinn had done for humans, before the war for power had begun. There had been a time of peace; a time where humans and Jinn had befriended one another. The Jinn hadn’t had to hide, and there were far more Benevolent Jinn than Shaitan– there was no true reason to want to bring discord to a time of peace and harmony. Gideon’s parents were old, wise, and strong. Not just in their abilities, but in their faith that humanity might one day see the evil that had created, and change. They had seen peace and kindness flourishing, and they had watched it fall; they had no choice, but to believe that balance could be restored. This belief was something Gideon had taken to heart. He may not have lived through lifetimes of peace with humans, but he wanted to see it for himself. He wanted to know what it was like, and that was something he would fight for.
Or those had been Gideon’s plans. Then his parents were murdered by the very species they had so much faith in– that he had so much faith in. Gideon’s life was nearly claimed in the fight, too. But again, as the story goes, the son survived. The next five hundred years of his life (five hundred and twenty-four years, to be exact,) Gideon spent his life in captivity. It had started out that soldiers had taken him captive. They had lucked into an older building, with jail cells constructed during the 13th century. A century in which jail cells were typically made from iron bars. There weren’t many things that could contain a Jinn, but iron just so happened to be one of those few things.
Time moved forward, Gideon’s powers were tested; he was pushed to the edge of death and back again, as humans tried to manipulate him; tried to use his power for the very evil his parents had warned him about, though he had no memories of their warnings. Eventually, Gideon left the possession of the soldiers, being transferred to scientists, who had long since learned that iron was the thing they needed to keep him locked away. If the foundation had iron in it, Gideon couldn’t leave the building. The solid iron walls of the floor of the building he was held in, made it so that he couldn’t use his abilities on those outside of the floor. However, this didn’t protect those inside the iron walls with him. Because of this, shifts inside the same floor as him were rotated often. Studies or research that took longer were conducted on a different floor. If any of the lab workers or scientists had to interact with him face-to-face, the time limited was no more than an hour. Those who had stayed longer, believing they would be safe, had been proven just how dangerous it was to stay in close proximity to Gideon.
Gideon is particularly skilled in the art of manipulation, having fully embraced the darkness associated with being a Shaitan Jinn. His influence over the human mind is strong, and those who had tried to stand against him, have ended up dead– one way or another. Be it suicide, convincing them to kill their comrades, or even provoke strangers on the street until they were beaten to death. If Gideon had the opportunity, he would influence several humans at once. Many violent acts had happened near him and in surrounding locations close to that of the lab he was held in. Things that people couldn’t explain. Peaceful people turned murderous; turned mad. Massacres, explosions, crashes, etc. All caused by one or more people– typically people that others would have never expected.
It had been years since anyone had slipped up and allowed him the ability to create such chaos and destruction. Gideon could feel his anger and rage growing, bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to explode. He needed a release, something massive; something that would shake the human population to his core. Still, there was no way for him to accomplish such a task. Not stuck inside the lab– not trapped inside iron walls.
- They are capable of whispering evil and wicked thoughts into the minds of humans. Through this, they can plant negative thoughts, cruel intentions, and deadly desires.
- Shaitan Jinn are capable of influencing humans, either individually or in groups, depending on the power of the Jinn (power increases with age.) This evil influence leads humans away from good and purity, and into sin.
- The temptation of the Shaitan Jinn is able to push humans into committing sinful and vile acts. It makes evil appealing– humans then believe that thoughts and acts that are sinful, violent, or cruel, appear as if they were of their own design. Humans are not aware when being influenced or manipulated by a Shaitan Jinn.
- They are capable of shape-shifting (typically into the appearance of a human).
- Dream Influencing– this allows for forms of torture, but also as another tool to sow evil into the hearts of unsuspecting humans.
- Speed/Teleportation
- Increased healing speed
- Control over Elemental Alignment– Fire
- Iron
- Silver– particularly more effective when dipped in lamb’s blood. This causes the blood to act as a “poison” of sorts.
- Jinn are not invincible/immortal, any serious injury can kill a Jinn. Decapitation/severe head trauma, major full-body trauma, severe damage to internal organs (heart, especially), being torn apart, etc.
- Can be bound/trapped by powerful magic or structures founded on iron foundations.
- Wolves– are able to sense the uncanny nature of Jinn; are aware of their presence.
Current Roleplay
Purity: His Greatest Weakness
Purity: His Greatest Weakness