Character(s) Yimara’s Play Things

[Yimara]

Viephrin Lhalar
(Pronunciation: Vay-Frin La-Lar)

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Gender: Male

Age: 82 (mid to late 20's in appearance)

Race: Half Dark Elf/Half Wood Elf

Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Hired Sword

Height and Build: 6'3" Lean but well muscled

Important Physical Traits:

• Ashen grey skin
• Ruby red eyes
• Numerous scars on his body, but the most prevalent being an uncountable amount of whip scars on his back

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Skills/Strengths:

• Stealth
• Two weapon fighting (dual short swords)
• Archery

Magic:

• Dark vision - up to 40 feet flawlessly and 80 feet with some difficulty
• Minor nature magic
• Enhance a natural ability at the cost of another, for example, increase his strength but weaken his stamina, or increase his hearing but weaken his sight, etc

Flaws/Weaknesses:

• Long periods in bright sunlight gives him migraines and makes it difficult for him to see
• His abilities in magics proficient to both his peoples is limited because he's a half breed
• Headstrong

Brief Synopsis:
Viephrin Grew up among his mother's people, the dark elves of the under dark. He possessed their darken skin, crimson Eyes, and pale white hair. However, as he grew it became obvious that he was different, something no one let him forget. His skin never darkened to meet those of his siblings, and his magical abilities varied so widely that no one could doubt his sullied bloodline. After much questioning his mother came clean about her affair, and while she was pardoned, though lost her status of priestess, Viephrin was not so lucky. In a society that highly favored women anyway, he was at a disadvantage from the start, and was punished heavily for something he had no control over. He essentially became a slave, working long hours for little to no pay, his skin whipped bloody at the slightest falter in his duties or behavior. What free time he did have was spent training by himself, learning to master his body and skills in order to eventually make his escape.

It wasn't until his early adult years that he was able to free himself, and he never looked back. He knew it was unlikely his people would search the surface for a whelp like him. He had nothing and no one, and so he made himself a life a sellsword, using it as an opportunity to travel and enhance his skills, something he still does to this day. And while he would never admit it, the elven man is lonely, drowning himself in men, woman, and alcohol at every corner just trying to ease the ache in his heart and soul.

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n/a for now

 

[Yimara]

Ruven Keajor

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Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Werewolf

Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Knight

Human Height/Weight: 6’0”

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Personality: Ruven is a gentleman in nature, true to his knight status. Chivalry reigns supreme to the werewolf, as does duty. He is loyal to a fault, not unwilling to make hard choices when it comes to protecting those under his watch. Having spent the last few years trapped within his wolf form, he is a bit more awkward as a human than he remembered, but perhaps he’d always been that way and was simply unwilling to admit it. While he is often revered as gentle and easy going around those who have his trust and sword, he is quite the opposite to those who are at the end of it. He is ruthless in battle, stopping at nothing to ensure the safety of those he cares for and watches over.

Bio: Ruven was born to a pack of werewolves that lived in the woods surrounding the capital city. His early years were spent learning the ways of the pack, earning his place amongst them. However, as he became a teenager, things changed. Werewolves were becoming rarer by the day, and his pack was rounded up and put in chains to be sold as slaves. Ruven was sent away by his father before he could be captured, told in haste to hide who he was and never let it come to light.

For years he did just that, living his life as a commoner in the capital city. He struggled for a while to make a life for himself, but as a strong young man he had no trouble finding labor intensive jobs. That was until he was noticed by the Royal guard. They recruited him, training him in the ways of a knight, a profession that he showed to have a natural aptitude toward, rising through the ranks quickly.

Unfortunately for him, suspicions grew surrounding his heritage and he was dragged away in the middle of the night, ripped from his bed and his newfound life. He was sold off on the black market and held captive by a witch for many years, but as she grew bored of her new pet, she decided he would be more worth his weight in gold. Binding him with a cursed silver collar, she brought him before the king, presenting him as the ultimate guard dog, obedient, trained to perfection. Unbeknownst to the King, he was purchasing a werewolf from the very being he hated, a witch.

Despite his predicament, Ruven was home at last, living in the capital city, even if he was stuck in his canine form. He felt a sense of duty to keep the Princess safe as he was instructed, so, he did just that. He was her loyal protector just as he was. It wasn’t like he had any say in the matter, especially with magic being outlawed. He was a member of the guard all the same, in his heart anyway.

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Spoiler: Wolf size reference

He would be classed as “max size werewolf” approximately.

 

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Name: Luca Caparelli
Age: 26
Eye Color: Honey Brown
Hair Color: Very dark brunette (near black)
Height: 6'0"
Build: Lean but Muscular

Brief Synopsis: Luca grew up mostly under the stern fist of his father, his mother having passed away when he was still a young child. Being an only child, it was always known that he would be responsible for taking up the mantle of the family business after his father's passing. He was groomed as such, growing into a no nonsense business man, through and through. He was not told no very often over the years, partially because his requests were never outlandish, but more so because no one dared to do so. His father's power carried more weight than he realized, at least, until he got a bit older and could use it to his advantage. His spoiled life style only enhanced his entitlement, and fed into his aggressive personality. However, despite his upbringing, his mother's softness never quite left him, her tender heart buried deep within the dark recesses of his own. With his father's recent passing, and the business and all its facets failing onto him, his hardened personality has grown even more sinister.

 

[Yimara]

Alexander "Lex" Johnson



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Age: 27

Gender: Male

Species/Race: Half Wolf Daemon

Orientation: Bisexual (though heavily prefers men)

Occupation: Supernatural Hunter

Height/Build: 6'1 - Lean but Well Muscled

Important Physical Traits:

• Bright green eyes
• Dark brown wolf ears
• Slightly elongated canine teeth
• Naturally sharp finger nails (but he keeps them trimmed to avoid detection)

Brief Synopsis:
Lex was born to a human mother and wolf daemon father, who was never around having been captured shortly after his son's conception. When he was born, his childlike features presented with canine ears and unnaturally sharp fingernails, his mother was quick to hide him away. Thanks to her lover she knew that humans were not supposed to know of the supernatural world, and that her son would be taken away should he be discovered.

From the moment he was old enough to understand his mother instilled in him that he was not safe, he could tell no one of his true identity. He grew his hair long, using his fluffy locks to tuck his ears into, and kept his claw like nails trimmed and rounded as a human would. When he was in his teen years, his mother grew very ill, and while he tried his best to help her get well she was unable to seek out the help of doctors, fearing her son would be found out if she ended Up in the hospital. After her passing Lex was alone in the world, he'd been homeschooled by his mother, and rarely ventured out alone, but now he had no choice.

He used what savings his mother had left for him to survive while he hunted for a job to sustain himself, landing with him working as a gas station attendant for several years. During one of his late night shifts the store was the target of an attempted robbery, though it did not go as the would be robbers would have planned. Despite the man's abilities, being a shifter much like Lex himself, he hadn't expected to find another of his kind within the store, and Alexander was able to take him down with the help of that surprise.

It wasn't long before the federation sought him out, thinking a human had became aware of the supernatural world. Thankfully, due to his success he was offered a job, one that paid far better than his current one. Thus started his life as a hunter. With all his human documentation, which had been forged at the time of his birth, he was easily accepted into the federation, and trained among the humans there. As the years passed he's all but fully abandoned his shifter side, though he cannot fully rid himself of it, feeling as though his shifter blood is responsible for his mother's death, having kept her from safely entering the hospital. With that thought in mind he hunt other supernaturals with little remorse, blending in amongst the humans he works with, though being careful to never get too close with any of them.

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• Being only half wolf, he does not possess much by way of enhanced senses in his human form. He has exceptional hearing, but his ears are often tucked away beneath his hair resulting in normal hearing.
• He was not born with a tail in his human form, unlike full wolf daemons.
• Lex tends to be quiet in groups, observing and listening, not wanting to stand out. Though he can be quite assertive and loud when he needs to be.

 

[Yimara]

Lucian “Luci” Galdrav​

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Age: 27 (Immortal)

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire (Human)

Orientation: Homosexual

Occupation: Knight/Royal Guard

Height: 6’2”


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Personality: Lucian is, for lack of a better description, an asshole. He is absolutely no nonsense, taking his job incredibly seriously. He tends to be quite short spoken with people he isn’t well acquainted with and is slow to trust, always looking for the worst in strangers. However, beneath his cold, hard exterior is a loyal, compassionate, and selfless individual. The happiness and safety of those he cares for are his number one priority, his love knowing no bounds. Unfortunately romantic commitment is a sore subject for him, leaving him with a plethora of one night stands under his belt. (No pun intended )

Bio: Luci wasn’t always a vampire, as would be expected. He was born to a human family, his father a farmer and his mother a produce merchant. He was the eldest of three siblings, having both a younger sister and a younger brother. He lived a pretty normal life, up until his late teens, when disaster struck. His town was attacked, pillagers seeking to take all they could find, leaving homes burned and citizens dead. Lucian’s family was unfortunately among the deceased. With his family dead and his home destroyed he set off on his own. He was eventually taken in by a roaming group of mercenaries, where he learned to fight, his proficiency lying with A short sword and a dagger.

He worked with those very mercenaries for many years, sharpening his skills and traveling the land. During this time he was drawn into a relationship with one of his companions, his love for the vampiric man blinding him to his impending betrayal. The group was blindsided by their supposed friends attack, his goal being to kill them all and take their earned wealth for himself, but, he’d developed real feelings for Lucian, and was unable to kill him, instead turning him and leaving him to figure out his new lifestyle on his own. Lucian was devastated, but managed to get his life in order, once again moving on, much like he had after his families demise.

He struggled with his new life as a vampire for months, but once he got his bloodlust under control he sought out a new source of employment. This time he ended up as a knight for one of the cities he came across. His learned skills as a fighter and his added skills as a vampire had him climbing the ranks quite quickly, landing him a position as a palace guard. He became acquainted with the crown prince, finding that he didn’t mind the mans company, and throughout the last few years of his service came to recognize the prince as his only close friend.