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I am currently in the process of doing a complete rework of this page. The new plan is to sort my characters on here for all my different RPs.
The main reason for the rework is I'm trying to get this page to a point where I can update it more easily as new characters get developed so I can keep track of side characters a little easier and work in connections better.
And also, because I am lazy, My g-drive characters
Name: Nicholas Vitto Lucciano Jr, Little Nikki
Age: 26
Race: Human, Italian
Body Type: Well built, clearly works out
Height: 5'10"
Skin Tone: Tanned
Eyes: Bright Blue
Hair: Medium length, Styled
Facial hair & Scars: Usually a few days of stubble. Notable scarring around his knuckles.
Piercings & Tattoos: None
Abilities
Occupation: Mafia Boss
Skills: Nikki's father raised little Nikki to run things from the moment he was able to walk or talk, while Nikki still was expected to go to school and get good grades, that was not where the real training was for Nikki. The Lucciano family specialized in extortion, gathering intel, outsmarting their enemies rather than beating them through violence alone. Though violence was always an option. Nikki learned that young in his life and learned that this world was kill or be killed.
Personality
Likes: Control, Order, Peace
Dislikes: Disobedience, Chaos,
Disposition: Nikki learned to control his emotions early on, his father would put up with nothing less. He is a hard man to read and fully intends to stay that way. He comes across as cold and callous to most, dishing out death sentences as easily as ordering a meal. That is unless he sees you as prey, then he is all smiles and jokes, but those who know Nikki know better than to fall for that trap. That if Nikki is smiling at you you should be afraid because he wants something from you.
Name: The Dreamer goes by many names, though none of them are his true one, for true names hold power.
Age: The Dreamer does not know his age, for in some dreams he is a child and in others he has lived a thousand lives.
Race: Fae
Body Type: The dreamer's form is fluid, but he prefers lithe builds.
Height: The Dreamer prefer's to match the height of those that he's talking to, though it depends on his intent. Sometimes he is shorter when he means to seem weak, other times he is looming when he seeks to intimidate.
Skin Tone: When adopting his natual form his skin is a midnight blue
Eyes: His eyes are black with white irises
Hair: His hair is black and looks like a braided lion's mane with various tokens taken from dreams throughout his lifetime.
Piercings & Tattoos: The dreamer has various white markings that swirl along his midnight blue skin where various dreams peak out from minds he has touched in the past.
Other: The dreamer has a pair of horns that resemble an antelope as well as a prehensile spade tail he usually uses for climbing.
Abilities
Occupation: Archfae and ruler of The Veiled Court of Dreams.
Skills: The Dreamer has the ability to manifest dreams in his realm and is near invulnerable in his realm, a fact most fae know as such you will be hard pressed to find one willing to fight him there. However outside of his realm, and outside of the dreams of others, he is quite weak unable to do more than attempt to enter into the minds of others. The Dreamer is not by nature a warrior, but a being seeking to enhance the wonder and pleasure of others.
Personality
Likes: Wonderous things, New things, Revelry, Bringing joy to himself and others.
Dislikes: Boring people and things, Not being entertained, Waiting.
Disposition: The Dreamer is ever curious and needling. When he finds something or someone new his curiosity gets the better of him, it had led to many close calls as often times his curiosity leads him out of the safety of his realm to explore. When interacting with people he wants nothing more than to entertain, both himself and those he finds. Depending on the temperament of his victim depends on if it is at their expense or his own.
Background
The Dream Veil was once abundant with dreamer fae and it was once a necessity that The Dreamer went by another name he has long since forgotten, it was a silly name meant only to be used among his kin. However his kind have always been fragile creatures that died often because of their nature. In the past this was not a problem, back when magic was abundant, rampant, when fae formed from nothing. However as magic began to wane, to solidify in the material plane and become known, dreamer fae stopped appearing. That was not to say they all disappeared, after all like many creatures of the fae realms they could procreate. However their natural inclinations to explore that which they should not explore drove many to their deaths.
The Dreamer is not certain he is the last of his kind, and while time does not hold the same sway for him and his people as it does the mortal races, or even many of the other fae, he is certain that he should have come across another by now. That it has been far too long since the last sighting of one of his kind. As he came to this realization, the silly little name he used to use fell away and he began to simply call himself The Dreamer. That is not to say that there are not other fae in his realm, merely that there are none like him, and none that dare challenge him as his species of fae had always held an unfair advantage in the Dream Veil.
He became known as an Archfae, not that he truly knew or cared why such a title was put on him, however he did quite enjoy the perks of such a thing. The other Fae that chose to live alongside him began to bring him things, people, and he delighted in every new thing. It was likely what kept him alive once he no longer saw any more of his kin, the need to stray outside his realm became easier to suppress, not that he particularly tried. However those in his realm did try, for his leaving meant that the various dreams and desires he could see filled on a whim were no longer being filled. But while the dreamer enjoyed the joy of others he always desired the new over the known.
Name: James Renard
Age: 34
Race: Human
Body Type: Muscular, a labor intensive blue collar build.
Height: 5'11"
Skin Tone: Tanned
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown, messy about medium length.
Facial hair & Scars: A rough beard, just barely past stubble. His body has various scars from working with his hands.
Piercings & Tattoos: None
Other: None
Abilities
Occupation: Jack of all Trades
Skills: Maintenance, construction, and a smattering of other useless yet skilled trades he'd found himself participating in.
Personality
Likes: James enjoys working so long as the job interests him to some degree.
Dislikes: Idleness, laziness.
Disposition: James is easygoing, if distant. He prefers work over talk, however he is a man that is quite sure of himself without being overly cocky.
Background
Early Years: WIP
Name: Valdus Nyxir
Age: 1124
Race: Vampire
Body Type: Lithe Muscle
Height: 5'11"
Skin Tone: Pale Caucasian
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Black, long slightly curly
Facial hair & Scars: Short stubble with a slightly longer goatee.
Piercings & Tattoos: None
Other:
Personality
Likes: Control, Peace, Quiet
Disposition: Valdus often comes across bored and uninterested in most things as normally he is just that. He is very confident in his abilities and in his understanding of the world and the way it works having seen most of it grow up around him.
Background
Early Years: Valdus was turned into a vampire in the year of 902AD just as human civilization truly began to expand. He was one of many men who sought to make their fortune at the end of a sword, having been born a serf and levied during times of war as a youth Valdus found early on in life that he was well suited to conflict. Despite the danger the allure of wealth and the pleasures it brought was enough to entice his mortal self. He was but a boy then, perhaps fifteen and lived that life for about a decade before he met his sire Sofia.
Like all mortals he was putty in the ancient vampire's hands and soon became her thrall. She was a noblewoman at the time, or posing as one at the very least. By then he had been traveling with a band of mercenaries who soon found themselves in her service. He never did get a straight answer from his sire as far as why she had chosen him, however she had indeed chosen him to feed from, and in time as he proved to be a faithful servant, to turn into a vampire.
He remained in her service for nearly a century before she saw fit to cast him into the role of a noble to expand her own influence. From there he continued to do what he did best and wage war, expanding his territory and by proxy his sire's. Roland was the first he turned, he had intended on doing the same to the man that his sire had done to him, however the man had little interest in command and while he took to the role well he refused the titles that Valdus attempted to offer him and continues to do so to this day.
He continued to war, as much for an excuse to feed himself and his progeny as for the pleasure of it for centuries until he met Samantha. While he had fell into a fierce romance with the woman, it was fleeting as she remained mortal and was killed. From there he doubled down in his pursuit of violence settling back into a familiar rhythm as the world slowly changed around him.
When the Americas were discovered he was one of the first to leave, his progeny in england falling in line with his sire Sofia who was more than pleased with the additional power his leaving brought on, though many of them would leave later as the Americas became more colonized. Valdus was unconcerned though, he never had been terribly concerned with power perfectly content in the position he had been beneath his sire through his undeath.
For centuries he enjoyed the war he was so familiar with, but with each battle fought and won he found his life shifting and his role as one of the first vampires in the colonies and what would later become the united states. His progeny grew one more and with it his power, many of his children from overseas making the voyage to join him. His sire remained behind however and as the civilization began to cover the continent and the wars moved from within it's boarders to across the sea he found himself mediating between his kind, the mortals, and the many other supernatual beings that inhabit the world. With the shrinking of unclaimed land new problems were quick to rise and Valdus found himself forced to solve many more of them than he had any desire to.
Basic Info
Name: Robert Bainard
Age: 31
Race: Human
Body Type: Muscular, a warrior's build. Lean and conditioned.
Height: 6'1"
Skin Tone: Tanned
Hair: Dark brown, messy about medium length.
Eyes: His remaining eye is blue, his other missing though he wears an eye patch to cover it.
Facial hair & Scars: A rough beard, just barely past stubble. His body is laden with scars from various battles fought in the past. His most prominent ones on his face from when his village was attacked by bandits. The scars there are old, ones he received as a child of eight when he attempted to fight some of the bandits that attacked his home.
Piercings & Tattoos: None
Other: None
Abilities
Occupation: Knight
Skills: Robert is skilled with a blade more than any other weapon due to his training as a knight. However he is well versed with most weapons due his his past as a blacksmith's apprentice.
Personality
Likes: Robert is a man of purpose, he enjoys having a task to do regardless of what it is.
Dislikes: Idleness, laziness. Robert has a great many demons that haunt his past, he does not like to stand still.
Disposition: Robert has grown into a man that is comfortable in his own skin. He is easy going, but not afraid to speak his mind. While laughter and smiles do come easily to the man, if angered he is not quick to forgive.
Background
Early years: Robert was not born as a man of note, not born to the gentry with the easy path of knighthood. No Robert was born a Serf. Had his life been uninterrupted he would have joined the rank and file as just another peasant tending to the land. His family slightly better off in the fact that his father was a blacksmith, so Robert's future would have been secure.
Then the bandits came. A cliche story, but none the less the one that Robert was forced to live. His family killed, his mother raped, and him left scarred and bloody after attempting to use his father's hammer to kill the man defiling his mother. He should have died that day and let that be the end. However Robert did not die, he woke in the rubble of his former life, a boy with no clear path in life.
Yet he did survive. He didn't know much about his father's trade, but had learned just enough to be of use. He joined a caravan that passed through the wreckage, helping out where he was able. He soon found his place among the caravan guards, tending to their weapons and armor with the skills he'd learned from his father. When the caravan eventually dissolved and the mercenaries looked for employ elsewhere he chose to travel with them, down the more dangerous yet more lucrative road they walked.
In time his interest with weapons grew, and having proven himself a valuable member of the band of mercenaries he found himself a part of training was easy for him to come by. In time he found himself as much a warrior as any of the men he traveled with, becoming well versed in a variety of martial weapons. By the time he was twenty he was truly a force to be reckoned with, a warrior with few equals. It was through this that he earned himself recognition with the king.
He was granted the honor of knighthood, and parted from the band of men he'd grown up with. They left on good terms, however now he was granted position under the lord his band had served under, a life of stability. It is there he has remained for the past four years of his life.
I am currently in the process of doing a complete rework of this page. The new plan is to sort my characters on here for all my different RPs.
The main reason for the rework is I'm trying to get this page to a point where I can update it more easily as new characters get developed so I can keep track of side characters a little easier and work in connections better.
And also, because I am lazy, My g-drive characters
Name: Nicholas Vitto Lucciano Jr, Little Nikki
Age: 26
Race: Human, Italian
Body Type: Well built, clearly works out
Height: 5'10"
Skin Tone: Tanned
Eyes: Bright Blue
Hair: Medium length, Styled
Facial hair & Scars: Usually a few days of stubble. Notable scarring around his knuckles.
Piercings & Tattoos: None
Abilities
Occupation: Mafia Boss
Skills: Nikki's father raised little Nikki to run things from the moment he was able to walk or talk, while Nikki still was expected to go to school and get good grades, that was not where the real training was for Nikki. The Lucciano family specialized in extortion, gathering intel, outsmarting their enemies rather than beating them through violence alone. Though violence was always an option. Nikki learned that young in his life and learned that this world was kill or be killed.
Personality
Likes: Control, Order, Peace
Dislikes: Disobedience, Chaos,
Disposition: Nikki learned to control his emotions early on, his father would put up with nothing less. He is a hard man to read and fully intends to stay that way. He comes across as cold and callous to most, dishing out death sentences as easily as ordering a meal. That is unless he sees you as prey, then he is all smiles and jokes, but those who know Nikki know better than to fall for that trap. That if Nikki is smiling at you you should be afraid because he wants something from you.
Name: The Dreamer goes by many names, though none of them are his true one, for true names hold power.
Age: The Dreamer does not know his age, for in some dreams he is a child and in others he has lived a thousand lives.
Race: Fae
Body Type: The dreamer's form is fluid, but he prefers lithe builds.
Height: The Dreamer prefer's to match the height of those that he's talking to, though it depends on his intent. Sometimes he is shorter when he means to seem weak, other times he is looming when he seeks to intimidate.
Skin Tone: When adopting his natual form his skin is a midnight blue
Eyes: His eyes are black with white irises
Hair: His hair is black and looks like a braided lion's mane with various tokens taken from dreams throughout his lifetime.
Piercings & Tattoos: The dreamer has various white markings that swirl along his midnight blue skin where various dreams peak out from minds he has touched in the past.
Other: The dreamer has a pair of horns that resemble an antelope as well as a prehensile spade tail he usually uses for climbing.
Abilities
Occupation: Archfae and ruler of The Veiled Court of Dreams.
Skills: The Dreamer has the ability to manifest dreams in his realm and is near invulnerable in his realm, a fact most fae know as such you will be hard pressed to find one willing to fight him there. However outside of his realm, and outside of the dreams of others, he is quite weak unable to do more than attempt to enter into the minds of others. The Dreamer is not by nature a warrior, but a being seeking to enhance the wonder and pleasure of others.
Personality
Likes: Wonderous things, New things, Revelry, Bringing joy to himself and others.
Dislikes: Boring people and things, Not being entertained, Waiting.
Disposition: The Dreamer is ever curious and needling. When he finds something or someone new his curiosity gets the better of him, it had led to many close calls as often times his curiosity leads him out of the safety of his realm to explore. When interacting with people he wants nothing more than to entertain, both himself and those he finds. Depending on the temperament of his victim depends on if it is at their expense or his own.
Background
The Dream Veil was once abundant with dreamer fae and it was once a necessity that The Dreamer went by another name he has long since forgotten, it was a silly name meant only to be used among his kin. However his kind have always been fragile creatures that died often because of their nature. In the past this was not a problem, back when magic was abundant, rampant, when fae formed from nothing. However as magic began to wane, to solidify in the material plane and become known, dreamer fae stopped appearing. That was not to say they all disappeared, after all like many creatures of the fae realms they could procreate. However their natural inclinations to explore that which they should not explore drove many to their deaths.
The Dreamer is not certain he is the last of his kind, and while time does not hold the same sway for him and his people as it does the mortal races, or even many of the other fae, he is certain that he should have come across another by now. That it has been far too long since the last sighting of one of his kind. As he came to this realization, the silly little name he used to use fell away and he began to simply call himself The Dreamer. That is not to say that there are not other fae in his realm, merely that there are none like him, and none that dare challenge him as his species of fae had always held an unfair advantage in the Dream Veil.
He became known as an Archfae, not that he truly knew or cared why such a title was put on him, however he did quite enjoy the perks of such a thing. The other Fae that chose to live alongside him began to bring him things, people, and he delighted in every new thing. It was likely what kept him alive once he no longer saw any more of his kin, the need to stray outside his realm became easier to suppress, not that he particularly tried. However those in his realm did try, for his leaving meant that the various dreams and desires he could see filled on a whim were no longer being filled. But while the dreamer enjoyed the joy of others he always desired the new over the known.
Name: James Renard
Age: 34
Race: Human
Body Type: Muscular, a labor intensive blue collar build.
Height: 5'11"
Skin Tone: Tanned
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown, messy about medium length.
Facial hair & Scars: A rough beard, just barely past stubble. His body has various scars from working with his hands.
Piercings & Tattoos: None
Other: None
Abilities
Occupation: Jack of all Trades
Skills: Maintenance, construction, and a smattering of other useless yet skilled trades he'd found himself participating in.
Personality
Likes: James enjoys working so long as the job interests him to some degree.
Dislikes: Idleness, laziness.
Disposition: James is easygoing, if distant. He prefers work over talk, however he is a man that is quite sure of himself without being overly cocky.
Background
Early Years: WIP
Name: Valdus Nyxir
Age: 1124
Race: Vampire
Body Type: Lithe Muscle
Height: 5'11"
Skin Tone: Pale Caucasian
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Black, long slightly curly
Facial hair & Scars: Short stubble with a slightly longer goatee.
Piercings & Tattoos: None
Other:
Personality
Likes: Control, Peace, Quiet
Disposition: Valdus often comes across bored and uninterested in most things as normally he is just that. He is very confident in his abilities and in his understanding of the world and the way it works having seen most of it grow up around him.
Background
Early Years: Valdus was turned into a vampire in the year of 902AD just as human civilization truly began to expand. He was one of many men who sought to make their fortune at the end of a sword, having been born a serf and levied during times of war as a youth Valdus found early on in life that he was well suited to conflict. Despite the danger the allure of wealth and the pleasures it brought was enough to entice his mortal self. He was but a boy then, perhaps fifteen and lived that life for about a decade before he met his sire Sofia.
Like all mortals he was putty in the ancient vampire's hands and soon became her thrall. She was a noblewoman at the time, or posing as one at the very least. By then he had been traveling with a band of mercenaries who soon found themselves in her service. He never did get a straight answer from his sire as far as why she had chosen him, however she had indeed chosen him to feed from, and in time as he proved to be a faithful servant, to turn into a vampire.
He remained in her service for nearly a century before she saw fit to cast him into the role of a noble to expand her own influence. From there he continued to do what he did best and wage war, expanding his territory and by proxy his sire's. Roland was the first he turned, he had intended on doing the same to the man that his sire had done to him, however the man had little interest in command and while he took to the role well he refused the titles that Valdus attempted to offer him and continues to do so to this day.
He continued to war, as much for an excuse to feed himself and his progeny as for the pleasure of it for centuries until he met Samantha. While he had fell into a fierce romance with the woman, it was fleeting as she remained mortal and was killed. From there he doubled down in his pursuit of violence settling back into a familiar rhythm as the world slowly changed around him.
When the Americas were discovered he was one of the first to leave, his progeny in england falling in line with his sire Sofia who was more than pleased with the additional power his leaving brought on, though many of them would leave later as the Americas became more colonized. Valdus was unconcerned though, he never had been terribly concerned with power perfectly content in the position he had been beneath his sire through his undeath.
For centuries he enjoyed the war he was so familiar with, but with each battle fought and won he found his life shifting and his role as one of the first vampires in the colonies and what would later become the united states. His progeny grew one more and with it his power, many of his children from overseas making the voyage to join him. His sire remained behind however and as the civilization began to cover the continent and the wars moved from within it's boarders to across the sea he found himself mediating between his kind, the mortals, and the many other supernatual beings that inhabit the world. With the shrinking of unclaimed land new problems were quick to rise and Valdus found himself forced to solve many more of them than he had any desire to.
Name: Roland
Introduced in thread: #2
Roland was once one of Valdus' retainers when he was a lord in the feudal era.
Introduced in thread: #2
Purpose in Story: Roland is one of the bouncers in Valdus' club as well as a trusted member of Valdus' coven. He is nearly as old as Valdus himself and could, and likely should, be a part of the greater council. Valdus has thus far shielded Roland from being forced into such a fate due to their long history together.
Roland was once one of Valdus' retainers when he was a lord in the feudal era.
Basic Info
Name: Robert Bainard
Age: 31
Race: Human
Body Type: Muscular, a warrior's build. Lean and conditioned.
Height: 6'1"
Skin Tone: Tanned
Hair: Dark brown, messy about medium length.
Eyes: His remaining eye is blue, his other missing though he wears an eye patch to cover it.
Facial hair & Scars: A rough beard, just barely past stubble. His body is laden with scars from various battles fought in the past. His most prominent ones on his face from when his village was attacked by bandits. The scars there are old, ones he received as a child of eight when he attempted to fight some of the bandits that attacked his home.
Piercings & Tattoos: None
Other: None
Abilities
Occupation: Knight
Skills: Robert is skilled with a blade more than any other weapon due to his training as a knight. However he is well versed with most weapons due his his past as a blacksmith's apprentice.
Personality
Likes: Robert is a man of purpose, he enjoys having a task to do regardless of what it is.
Dislikes: Idleness, laziness. Robert has a great many demons that haunt his past, he does not like to stand still.
Disposition: Robert has grown into a man that is comfortable in his own skin. He is easy going, but not afraid to speak his mind. While laughter and smiles do come easily to the man, if angered he is not quick to forgive.
Background
Early years: Robert was not born as a man of note, not born to the gentry with the easy path of knighthood. No Robert was born a Serf. Had his life been uninterrupted he would have joined the rank and file as just another peasant tending to the land. His family slightly better off in the fact that his father was a blacksmith, so Robert's future would have been secure.
Then the bandits came. A cliche story, but none the less the one that Robert was forced to live. His family killed, his mother raped, and him left scarred and bloody after attempting to use his father's hammer to kill the man defiling his mother. He should have died that day and let that be the end. However Robert did not die, he woke in the rubble of his former life, a boy with no clear path in life.
Yet he did survive. He didn't know much about his father's trade, but had learned just enough to be of use. He joined a caravan that passed through the wreckage, helping out where he was able. He soon found his place among the caravan guards, tending to their weapons and armor with the skills he'd learned from his father. When the caravan eventually dissolved and the mercenaries looked for employ elsewhere he chose to travel with them, down the more dangerous yet more lucrative road they walked.
In time his interest with weapons grew, and having proven himself a valuable member of the band of mercenaries he found himself a part of training was easy for him to come by. In time he found himself as much a warrior as any of the men he traveled with, becoming well versed in a variety of martial weapons. By the time he was twenty he was truly a force to be reckoned with, a warrior with few equals. It was through this that he earned himself recognition with the king.
He was granted the honor of knighthood, and parted from the band of men he'd grown up with. They left on good terms, however now he was granted position under the lord his band had served under, a life of stability. It is there he has remained for the past four years of his life.
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