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hello, ladies and gentlemen. before you start your cs, i beg you to please please please read the lore before you begin your character. please add diversity to your characters and don't make them op. i would also like to see you incorporate a bit of bbcode into your characters because im a sucker for aesthetic (who isn't though). and if you need any help with bbcode, just ask me or my co-gm tsuneni and one of us can help you .

DISCLAIMERS
- character sheets are due July 17, Monday

- if you have a reserved role, you have 3 days to complete the bio. if you don't, then the role will be automatically opened again. im watching

- you can have a maximum of two characters. they must be different roles, and you must finish your first character before starting your second one.



for all species
for seelies only
for vampires only
for shadowhunters only
for werewolves only
for warlocks only
downworlders only

name
alias/nickname: (faery characters: dont include the last name. put "of the seelie court" or "of the unseelie court" after the first name.)
age: 19+
birthday:
zodiac:
place of birth:
gender: include pronouns
sexuality:
specie:



eyes:
hair:
complexion:
height:
weight:
faceclaim:
voiceclaim:
distinguishing features:
body modifications: tattoos, scars, birth marks, etc
clothing style:
warlock mark(s):
magic color:
bite/scratch mark: vampires & werewolves only



vices & virtues: 5+ explained
or write 2 paragraphs on your characters persona
likes: 4+
dislikes: 4+
strengths: 2+
weaknesses: 2+
moral alignment: here.
mbti: here.
favorite rune(s) & why: here.
what is your opinion on downworlders?:
what do you think of the cold peace?:
what is your opinion on shadowhunters?:
do you think the cold peace is justified?:
are you loyal to the seelie queen or unseelie king?
what age were you turned?
born wolf or turned wolf?



biography: 3+ paragraphs telling me your characters life story before, during, and after the dark war as well as how they've accommodated to the cold peace and been living through it for the past five years.
family: age // status (dead or alive) // relation
religion:



other: extra info?
languages:
theme song:
preferred weapon:

ROLES

shadowhunters (nephilim):
1 - taken: Alicia Graybow | Unrlstic
2 - taken: Violet Deveraux | nymphadora.
3 - taken: Cecile Lightwood | tsuneni
4 - taken: Sunni Raahk | spectro

warlocks:
1 - taken: Oleth Tula | boyguro
2 - taken: Ezreal Dean| logastellus
3 - reserved temporarily | paranoia
4 - optional

seelie court:
1 - taken: Verana of the Seelie Court deer
2 - reserved temporarily | I Interstellar
3 - (optional)
4 - optional

unseelie court:
1 - taken: Juniper of the Unseelie Court | slim
2 - reserved temporarily | boyguro
3 - optional
4 - optional

vampires:
1 - taken: Aofie Bouchard | vesper.
2 - taken: Zeno Kijek | nymphadora.
3 - reserved temporarily | nymphadora.
4 - optional

werewolves:
1 - taken: Sirius Malatesta | thepression
2 - reserved temporarily | tsuneni
3 - optional
4 - optional

 

[Unrlstic]

ALICIA ⊙ GRAYBOW

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a tornado of roses from divine.

name: alicia blaire graybow
nickname: ali / lycia
age: twenty years old
birthday: april 24
zodiac: taurus
place of birth: alicante, idris
gender: female / she, her
sexuality: heterosexual
specie: shadowhunter

eyes: blue
hair: dark brown, straight, long
complexion: caucasian
height: 5'7"
weight: 142lbs
faceclaim: itsnotsonia | insta
voiceclaim: kristen stewart
distinguishing features: her eyes
body modifications: a scar on her shoulder
clothing style: plain ass chick

+ witty: in any situation that shes in, more often than not, alicia shows her witty sense of humour. she likes to keep conversations light-hearted when not meant to be serious (though she can be witty when insulting people too). her wittiness also comes in handy when meeting new people--it prevents any sense of awkwardness.

+ poised: alicia doesn't like to panic. she finds it wasteful. you'll find her steady, grounded, and calm in nearly any circumstance, even if the situation does require some panic. she isn't one to make a big deal about things, and she likes to remain calm.

+ reliable: if she says shes going to do something, you can trust that she will. alicia keeps her word no matter what and doesn't bluff on what she knows she can and cannot do. you can trust her with anything. she'll always have your back if she says she will.

+ stoic: alicia was raised not to allow emotions get to her. and she doesn't. she could be experiencing the deepest pain, and she'll still do what she has to do. she doesn't allow emotions to control her actions. shes not emotionless, by any means, she just doesn't allow them to keep her from doing what she wants/needs to do. pain and sadness are very little factors that she takes into consideration when it comes to tasks.

+ humble: alicia doesn't really like to take compliments. she isnt selfish. she doesnt brag. she doesnt gloat. she would rather give compliments than earn them. she enjoys admiring others rather than being admired.

- impassive: alicia isnt really good with dealing with emotions. she usually shrugs them off. if you're sad, she'll offer a shoulder, but she isnt the best person to come crying to hoping for relationship advice. she shuts herself out from strong negative emotions.

- self-critical: while others may see her doing something great, alicia is always critiquing herself. shes a tad bit insecure--though her calm demeanor says otherwise--and always thinks shes doing something wrong and/or could have done it way better. shes hard on herself.

- opinionated: alicia likes to express her views and beliefs. shes the type of person to argue with you if she thinks you're wrong and shes right. she has a lot on her mind, and isnt afraid of shouting them out to the king of the world. no matter who you are, or how high your rank is, if alicia doesnt agree with you, then you'll know.

- incautious: alicia likes to test her fate. shes extremely bold. a daredevil, if you will. alicia would jump off a cliff just to see what it'd feel like and would encourage you in the process. she doesnt pay attention to what might happen, and jumps into the face of death more than she'd like to admit. she doesn't have a problem taking risks, and often lands herself in trouble because of it.

- nihilistic: after the dark war, alicia lost everything she cared about the most. and though, she didnt break down and mentally torture herself because of her sadness, her view of life completely changed. she stopped believing in a happy ending. she didnt hate the world, but whereas before she was a highly optimistic person, she doesn't really care about what goes on anymore. she doesn't know her purpose anymore.

likes: adrenaline, running, the ocean, metallic weapons, missions, television, calmness, early mornings, coffee, anything denim tbh, oversized sweaters, the cold,
dislikes: confrontations, reading, disruptions, mermaids (they piss her off), being restricted, being alone, being in the same place for a really long time, chocolate, when its too hot,
mbti: entrepreneur
moral alignment: chaotic good
strengths: both distance & close combat, speed, flexibility
weaknesses: climbing, horrible sense of direction, swimming (she can swim, shes just really bad at it)

favorite rune(s) & why: "the stamina rune; it gives me strength when i start feeling weak or lazy. that rune has never failed me. and also, the parabatai rune; although its kinda faded now, it reminds me of a very important part of my life that i'll never forget."

opinion on downworlders: "i used to be very wary of them. especially the vampires. they freaked me out. but moving around so much, especially in big cities, well.. they're not bad. they're people just like us. i do my thing they do theirs. as long as they don't bother me, i'm good."

opinion on the cold peace: "the first year or two, i admit, i had the biggest grudge. how dare the faeries side with sebastian. its their fault my father died. its partly their fault that i had to kill my own parabatai. but overtime, i let it go. for one, because my father wouldn't have seen the treaty as fair. even if a faery was the one who killed him. the treaty is unjustified. not all faeries were on sebastian's side. not all of them are bad. its just not fair that they all have to be punished."

favorite weapon: Graybow sword & dagger
languages: english, french, german, & latin
theme song: clams casino - im god (zaya remix)
religion: alicia was once an avid believer in the legends. now she doesn't care about that type of stuff anymore.

Like many shadowhunters, alicia graybow was born in the city of glass. her life was what would be expected of a young shadowhunter. her parents--william and julianne graybow--had resigned as the heads of the frankfurt institute in germany and moved back to idris to give their daughter the full experience of being a nephilim. and that’s exactly what happened. they were a wealthy and popular family, owning quite a large estate near the countryside.

growing up, alicia was a curious and spontaneous little thing. she often wandered around, getting herself bruised up and falling into mischief. nonetheless, her parents allowed her adventurous tactics. they maintained a close relationship with alicia, raising her to always remain strong-willed though poised, giving her the freedom to be who she wanted to be. she was an average student in school and was mostly known for her skills with a sword than her pencil.

alicia’s entire life was that of a normal girl. or at least, as normal as it can get for someone with half the genetics of an angel. it wasn’t until she turned nine, when things began getting serious for the young nephilim. a week after alicia’s ninth birthday, julianne was assigned on a mission. she was sent to investigate a strange case of demon poison along with a couple of other adults back in germany. she left alicia and william, and unfortunately never came back. Julianne--along with her colleagues--all died in the mission after a demon attack.

the day alicia found out about her mother’s death had been the worst day of her life. even as a young girl, she was aware of the danger shadowhunters were constantly in whenever they went on a mission. they weren’t guaranteed their lives. she’d heard of stories of shadowhunters her age getting murdered by rogue vampires. she heard stories of demons attacking people. she’d even heard about demon pox--which was extremely rare. but she’d never thought that it’d happen to her. let alone someone she was close to and cared about. the situation left both william and alicia heartbroken. together they grieved, for only they understand each other’s pain. or at least thats what alicia thought.

upon returning back to school, alicia was miserable. she didn't openly show it, but it presented itself through her lack of energy. that was, until she met lillian. lillian's mother had also been among the group of people who died in the demon attack. she was 10 at the time, a year older than alicia, but seemed way more confident to talk about her mother's death than alicia had been. she and alicia had been the only children their age who lost their parent in the attack. the other colleagues who died had much older children or none at all. the pair bonded through the loss of their loved ones, and pretty soon they became two peas in a pod. different blood, but sisters nonetheless. through lillian, alicia became whole again. within a year of their friendship, by the time both girls had gotten their voyance runes inked on their hands--alicia on the left, lillian on the right--the pair had decided that when the time came, they'd become parabatai.

they hurried to do the ritual and by the time alicia was 12, the girls had become parabatai. the girls both knew in their hearts that they'd never wanted to be separated. they had each other and they'd protect each other always. they swore that they'd fight for one another, live for one another, and never let the other one get hurt. you couldn't hurt alicia without hurting lillian, and you couldn't love lillian without loving alicia. wherever one went, the other was close by, if not already by each other's side. they did everything together. their relationship was so strong, that even people that they didn't know, knew about their parabatai bond.

the next three years passed by and the dark war came. lillian and alicia stayed close by most of the time. they were stronger together, more agile and powerful when next to one another--as parabatai should be. they didn't worry as much. they knew demons couldn't get into alicante, let alone idris itself. the seelie knights poured in the streets bearing their long swords as well as the new endarkened shadowhunters who were now aligned to sebastian--their souls unwillingly taken away from them and turned into complete evil. that night, had been the night where the parabatai had been in separate homes. all children--really, anyone under the age of 18--were sent to the accord hall to be kept safe. william dropped alicia at the accords hall, only to leave her minutes later to join the battle. the accords hall was filled with people. all huddled. alicia had her sword on her. a family sword given to her by her father and a dagger that belonged to her mother. among her fellow shadowhunters she saw kids her age with seraph blades in their hands. bows and arrows. nunchucks. thin, long swords. they were shadowhunters. they came prepared for the worse.

alicia had seen all that, but what she couldn't find, was her parabatai. she grew sick with worry, but calmed herself down by knowing that she'd know if anything happened to lillian. if one parabatai was hurt, the other would feel it. physically. though she hadn't seen lillian in the accords hall, she didn't feel anything either. it hadn't been until the seelies poured in the hall and everything became chaotic did she feel a pang in her heart. it was as if someone ripped it out and poured acid on it. lillian was hurt and alicia didn't know where she was. on the other hand, she did spot her father, but not in the best circumstance. there was william only a few feet away, fighting with a seelie knight. william looked disheveled and bloody, but nevertheless he fought. still, he wasnt a match for the seelie knight. the knight sliced his sword against william's thigh and brought him down. alicia yelled her father's name as the seelie raised his sword to bring down on william. in that moment, alicia grabbed her dagger and threw it. it rushed through the air and split itself right through the seelie's neck at the same exact time the sword pierced through william's heart. the seelie fell down, and so did william. alicia had killed the seelie, but she'd done it too late. her father was dead. rushing through the chaos alicia knelt down, her father's limp body in her ams. she could have been sobbing for quite a few minutes before she realized the shadow of a figure standing over her.

looking up and staring right in her face was her parabatai. lillian. she was covered in blood and her gear was torn, though if she was in pain, she didnt show. alicia stood up quickly, cursing herself for forgetting to ask if her parabatai if she was okay. as alicia stood with her sword instinctively in her hand, alicia took a step towards lillian but quickly back away when lillian swung her blade at her. alicia looked in the eyes of her parabatai in shock. lillian's eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a smirk. alicia realized instantly, that the person standing in front of her, was no more her parabatai. it was a demon, wearing her best friend’s face. lillian had been turned into an endarkened shadowhunter by sebastian. it was why she felt her heart tear apart and rip into pieces and why her parabatai rune stung. not because lillian was hurt, but because lillian was no longer lillian. lillian swung her sword once more. alicia turned, but not quick enough. the sword sliced her gear and made a slit against her shoulder. this time, alicia swung her sword. and between the two, one thing was always well known. lillian was always the better student. but alicia had always been the better fighter. the graybow sword struck lillian in her stomach, the girl froze at the blade going through her. alicia ripped her sword out of her former-parabatai, and watched as she fell down, and took her last breath…..

the dark war had taken everything from alicia. or at least the rest of what she had. her mother died, her father died, and in the end she was left to murder her other half. she had no other family, and that night she became an orphan along with many other of the kids there in the accords hall. alicia refused to go back home, for it brought back too many memories. for the next three years she resided within the shadowhunter academy along with many other children who lost their family. upon turning 18, alicia left idris. she traveled to the frankfurt institute in germany, and to the colmar institute in france, to learn both languages in a year. when she turned 19, alicia left europe and traveled to california. she moved from institute to institute as she pleased, making up an excuse everytime she left. as of now, she’s currently residing in the san diego institute, and most likely is going to settle.


family:
julianne graybow // biological mother // deceased
william graybow // biological father // deceased
lillian penmark // parabatai // deceased

 

[boyguro]

E Y E S icey blue
H A I R dirty blonde, chin length
C O M P L E X I O N dark tan
H E I G H T six foot three
W E I G H T one-hunred sixty-seven pounds
F C jordan barrett
V C will tudor
D I S T . F E A T U R E S narrow, shrewd eyes & noticeably sharp tongue
B O D Y M O D S several ear piercings (full lobe, helix, tragus, inner conch, daith, orbital, etc. on both ears), small tattoos on arms and hands
C L O T H E S luxurious, expensive clothing, preferably from wealthy companies. suits, watches, fancy shoes and hig end fashion brands.
W A R L O C K M A R K reptile tongue
M A G I C C O L O R red

V I C E S
- two-faced; ezreal is no stranger to doing whatever it takes to get what he not necessarily needs, but wants. sickeningly fitting to the word 'manipulative', he knows just what you want to hear and how to make you swoon, and as soon as you've handed him over the prize he'll turn his back and not bother closing the door on the way out. he'll greet you on the streets and invite you for a drink to discuss business, but don't think for a second that he's in it for anything other than his own personal gain.
- selfish; going hand in hand with the above, ezreal only looks out for ezreal. he has no one to care about, nor has he ever, therefore he puts himself in front of anyone and everyone, whether you've worked together, partied at a club or he's taken you home for a "fun night", odds are that you'll never cross his mind. his actions and decisions are always made in his favor and his motto remains, not my life, not my problem.
- greedy; what ezreal wants, ezreal gets, and then some. why have one when you can get two? why stop? there's never too much of a good thing, and if you can't use it, hell, sell it. he craves, he grasps, and he hoards, and the cycle repeats. money can't buy you happiness, he's learned that much, but it can certainly keep you distracted.
- obstinate; once ezreal has made his mind up about something or someone, there's no changing it. he's obnoxiously stubborn in thinking that he can never be wrong and painstakingly unwilling to listen to others thoughts, too engulfed by his own pride to open his mind.
- arrogant; it's no surprise that ezreal is asbolutely full of himself, both superficially and in thinking that he is in fact superior to anyone who might dare stand before him.
V I R T U E S
+ silver-tongued; even with the downside of being untrustworthy and sly, ezreal can be brilliantly charming, after all that is his job, and can use said allure to get his way, in on a hefty favor or maybe even convince someone to buy something they didn't even know they wanted.
+ insouciant; though relatively sensitive to irritability when not left to his own peace and quiet, ezreal is far from short-tempered or hot-headed and can keep his composure in most any situation thrown his way. though his job calls for him to lurk around the party scene, he's a man of tranquility and would much rather take up a night alone over a social gathering any day.
+ quick-witted; there's never any time to waste. ezreal is not one to freeze in the moment from shock and although maybe not the best option, he'll jump to his first instinct and improvise on the stop when needed.
+ bold; he himself will never admit to it nor take it as a compliment, but ezreal is and has always been full of couragea, albeit his moral principles and ethics now too blurred for him to commit any acts of bravery, if the time came, ezreal would step into any danger fortitude.
+ observant; over the years ezreal has mastered the art of observation, he'll notice anything from what type of hair dye you use to a speck of mud under your fingernails. his eyes and mind are keen towards things the average person wouldn't notice, and it's exactly this that helps him succeed so excellently with his customers.
L I K E S money, party drugs, nightclubs, chess, rubik's cubes, poker, 8 ball pool, fish and chips, expensive cars, reading
D I S L I K E S television, social media, daylight, the smell of mint, ignorant followers, authority, being disturbed in his sleep, snitches
S T R E N G T H S physical strength, photographic memory, excels at charms, jinxes & hexes of the like
W E A K N E S S E S runs out of stamina easily especially when performing offensive spells, relunctant and unwilling to work with others, weak language ability and therefore takes practice to properly cast heavy or powerful spells despite being able to remember it perfectly
M . A . lawful evil
M B T I istp-a

B I O ezreal was born admist grief and continous death in britain during the first world war, a half-human, half-demon crossbreed conceived from the inexcusable act an english soldier performed on his biological mother. rebecca dean gave birth to ez on the 1st of january 1916 in her grimy liverpool flat with only her older brother xavier to aid and support her, who was then killed a year later in a bombing that destroyed their home, however having been out to gather food, she and ezreal survived, with the consequence of having lost their only shelter and all their belongings, as well as the last shed of family that they had.

with nowhere else to go, rebecca and little baby ezreal snuck around and stayed in the air raid homes of other english civilians, hoping and praying that they wouldn't be found, and the few and rare times they were, rebecca wrapped her baby up in a blanket and ran as far and as fast as she could. several times she feared that she wouldn't be able to protect ezreal long enough and that by the time the war was over, he'd be dead. but even at a very young age he was strong and they both pulled through world war i and the horrible aftermath that came with it.

three years later, his mother who at the time had founded a job as a waitress in a nearby club where they were staying, met a man named wesley norcross, a young north american corporate financer who had come to the UK to visit his sister and check up on how she was doing. the two quickly fell in love and a mere few months later, wesley, rebecca and ezreal took a flight to new york where wesley lived and would hold his and his soon-to-be-wife's wedding. new york city then became the place where ezreal grew up, despite the thick english accent he carries that he adopted from his mother which might suggest otherwise, and being the expensive city that it was, his mother continued juggling several waitressing jobs to balance out their income, leaving her son to cheaply paid babysitters.

however they didn't last very long, as on one fateful day at the age of five, linda mayfair, his fourth babysitter at the time, frantically called up his mother and announced her quitting. when rebecca sought out answers as to why it was that no one would take care of her baby, she found out that he had unbeknowingly and almost barely noticeably levitating objects off the ground ever so slightly, but enough for his caretakers to see and lose their minds. through many weeks of invesitaging and seeking information, rebecca contacted a warlock by the name of icarus reed, and the two made a contract that included icarus keeping an eye out for her son and when the time came, to teach him how to use and control his magic.

from a very early age, starting school, it was obvious that ezreal was a problem child. he didn't get along with other kids, he was always distracted, never paying attention, causing a ruckus, and very evidently was developing anger issues, which didn't help when his parents then told him that they were expecting his new baby brother, leonel norcross. it didn't sit well with him either, even only at seven years old, having noticed that his step-father and mother preferred his half-brother over him. they were nothing alike. ezreal was difficult, troublesome, with bright blonde hair and cold blue eyes. leonel was sweet, outright adorable as teachers would refer to him as, he had his father's brown hair and soft brown eyes. ezreal hated him.

growing up ezreal was severely detached from his family and as a teenager he became notoriously rebellious. being under the impression that he was mentally ill or having visions from things and... people he'd see on the streets, he began drinking at age fourteen with the only friend he'd ever made, a scrawny-looking boy named oscar gordon that he'd gone to middle school and now high school with. it was also around this time that icarus took more notice of him, holding his end of the deal and introducing himself to the young boy, explaining to him that what he was seeing were not hallucinations, and that he in fact, was a warlock. for four years, ezreal and icarus held "after school sessions" to understand the rules, the principles and the people of the shadow world, it's inner workings and do's and don'ts. icarus became more of a father to ezreal than his step-father, and despite many fights and frustrations and repeated "i can't do this", they bonded. however it didn't last long, as when the contract had expired, icarus handed ezreal a spell book over at his graduation, and he disappeared.

it was the first time ezreal had felt betrayed, and because of that, he neglected his book of spells and packed it at the back of one of his closets and started attending a college his step-father had paid for, however it was much too short-lived and after only one semester he dropped out and got a job as a bus driver in manhattan. it was then that he began doing favors in exchange for cash for downworlders he would spot climbing on and off the bus, calling them up to the front to "check their ticket" and slipping his business card in their pocket. eventually he got his own living space, started paying for his own food and necessities, and he no longer needed the financial aid from his parents. during his early 20's he had his fun, drank too much, started taking girls out for the first time and made many memories but also regret, mostly including drugs, all with his still best friend oscar. it was five years worth of freedom, until the second world war broke out, and him and oscar were both drafted as soldiers.

the first time he saw someone die before his eyes he stopped aging.

ezreal fought for many years on the battlefronts of ww2, determined to make it through and see the light of a world without corruption despite his best and only friends death on the field, the countless sleepless nights, the gunshots and screams that pierced his ears and echoed in the back of his head until it was all over, and he finally came home, shortly afterwards he found out that his mother, his step-father, and leonel had all been killed in a japanese bomb raid in 1944, only a year before the war ended.

and once again, he was alone.

in his six years of serving for the military he had made mountains upon mountains of money. having already realized that his aging process had stopped with heaps of cash he had no idea what to do with, he figured he'd climb the talent ladder. he started working for directors in broadway musicals, gradually making his way up to bigger deals, bigger promotions, surrounded by even more money, wealth, fame, plastic people and plastic parties, filling the void in him with materialistic things and stardom, still doing magic for downworlders on the side, and whilst they all aged and moved on, he did not. he knew he couldn't stay in one place for too long, and so he left for miami. and then washington. and then hollywood. and the list went on and on until 1995 when he spiralled downward into a meltdown and flew out to norway where he lived in isolation for a year.

he had had enough of the life he was living and attempted a "normal" one, offering his service at a local fishing shop under the name ethan duke, learning norwegian and surprisingly making some good friends along the way. it was calm, the people were genuine, it was one of the only times in his life he felt comfortable in the world. he never wanted to leave, but he had no choice, and ten years later when all of his colleagues began to grow old and change their ways, he left again. it killed him on the inside, and he couldn't do it again, so he went back to his old way of living and moved to los angeles in 2006, where he has now been living for the last seven years, jumping from bar to bar, nightclub to nightclub, slowly growing weary of life. he may still look and appear young, but there's a certain grey tint to his eyes that make you realize whatever was once there has now faded,

and he'll never get it back.

F A M I L Y rebecca dean; mother; deceased
leonel norcross; half-brother; deceased
wesley norcross; step-father; deceased

T H E M E S O N G asbjørn - bones bad bones

R E L I G I O N is aware of the magical beings that make up his world, however does not believe in the legends behind their origin

P R E F . W E A P O N magic

N A M E ezreal balthazar dean
A L I A S ezreal
A G E one hundred and one years old (stopped aging at twenty-three)
B I R T H D A Y january 1st 1916
Z O D I A C capricorn
P . O . B . england
G E N D E R male
S E X U A L I T Y heterosexual
S P E C I E S warlock

 

[tsuneni]

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cecile lightwood ;

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appearance

= HAIR: a mess of dark brown curls, that she never bothers to straighten
= EYES: a pair of a round, warm chocolate brown eyes
= HEIGHT: five foot six inches
= WEIGHT: one hundred twenty one
= COMPLEXION: caramel, almost olive
= ETHNICITY: french-african
= BUILD: lithe, and she walks with perfect posture and a dancer's grace
= DIST. FEATURES: plump lips, and a dimple on her left cheek
= MODS: an extra piercing on her right ear, and lots of runes
= SCARS: her "battle" scars, and her battle scars
= FACE CLAIM: isabella peschardt
= VOICE CLAIM: tba

RULES

persona

= VIRTUES:
[methodical] she doesn't do things out of order. if there is something that she needs to conquer or take on, cecile will take the time to come up with a plan, then run with it. this is especially helpful when she is out at night, fighting demons or keeping downworlders in check.
[reliable] she is a trustworthy friend, and partner. she'll keep a secret if you want her to, despite how dangerous the secret may be, and she'll always be there as a shoulder to cry on, or someone to talk to. if she's ever put in a tough decision that could risk her friends lives, she would do whatever she can to protect them.
[adroit] cecile is intelligent, there's no doubt. she uses her intelligence on the battlefield, or in trying to make the shadowhunter world a better place. she can definitely kick ass.
[ambitious] she has strong dedication for what she does, and she doesn't like to give up, or surrender. she will fight, even if it costs her her life. this especially comes to play when she's at mundane rallies, supporting equal rights and feminism.
[nurturing] cecile can almost be described as the "mom friend". there'll be many times where you'll find her fretting over her friends, trying to protect them. when she notices that you're not feeling well, she'll be the first person to figure out how to make you feel better.

= VICES:
[unorganized] while her battle strategies are immaculate and thoroughly planned out, her bedroom in the los angeles institute is far from clean. clothes are thrown all over the floor, she has a pile of photo albums stacked in the corner of her room, and she hasn't seen one of her seraph blades in two months.
[cynical] when cecile first moved to los angeles, she fell in love with a beautiful and kind boy her age. she learned that he was a seelie, and her trust for him when down the drain. since then, she's been wary with relationships, and even with hookups.
[imaginative] even as she's been exposed to so much cruelty in her short life, she manages to get her head stuck in the clouds, and she'll think about anything. cecile is can be considered a little girl trapped in a twenty year old body.
[insecure] you can call her pretty, you can compliment every second of every day, but cecile will still feel like a little girl being controlled by her father. she's dealt with racism for years, from two different societies, and it's made her feel like she should be afraid of her darker skin.
[stubborn] cecile is headstrong, and she doesn't take a no for an answer sometimes. this comes to play when her friends won't tell her what's troubling them. she'll do whatever she can to find out what's wrong, then work towards fixing it.

= LIKES: polaroids, the warmth of her cat's fur, lots of pillows, her seraph blade, saying "fuck" a lot, discovering words for feelings she never knew existed, positive vibes, scrapbooks, reading nooks, wild flowers, weird acronyms for everything, and feminism.
= DISLIKES: bright car headlights, baggy pants, graffiti, unsolved mysteries, fog, stupidity, the overuse of dramatic pauses, having to clean her room, conspiracy theories about nine-eleven and sandy hook, smell of mangoes, and when her loose change falls.
= STRENGTHS: photography, sword-fighting, and hand-to-hand combat
= WEAKNESSES: she has a bit of a temper and she relies on her strategies too much
= MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral good
= MBTI: tba
= FAVOURITE RUNE AND WHY: cecile favours the alliance rune for three reasons. one, it was created by her idol. two, would it not have been created, the shadowhunters would've lost the war against valentine morgenstern. and three, it signifies that downwolders and shadowhunters can work together in a time of distress and fear.

PLOTS

biography

TW: RACISM, POLICE BRUTALITY, AND SUICIDE

despite the outward appearances of andrew lightwood, and marielle lightwood, nothing in the lightwood household was seen as easy, and uncomplicated. the orthodox members of the clave, the old white men that made the rules, always said shit about the dark-skinned female, her light-skinned husband, and their caramel daughter. daddy cheated on mommy, and really, everything felt wrong wrong wrong.

when they tried to do mundane things, and go shopping through the streets of their small home outside of baltimore, they were always pulled over by the police. they checked mommy's purse, her car, her dress. sometimes the men looked under her dress. sometimes they beat her with the butt of their guns, or with their batons. but mommy never cried. "they're just doing their jobs, baby. it's all okay." mommy was a shadowhunter, and she was strong. cecile was the opposite.

the first time someone said a racist slur directed towards her was on her first day in the shadowhunter academy. by then, she was nicknamed "the negro girl". she left after the first week. her parents trained her, and by the time she was twelve, she could fight her big and burly father. by the time she was sixteen, she was put in an institute, located in miami.

and she fell in love. she had a bad idea of love, her father sleeping with women behind her mother's back, then bribing his daughter to keep her from telling. cecile fell in love, and the boy broke her heart. he was an unseelie, and cecile felt so stupid that she let him in, that she told him a lot about her. he never cared. and she fell in love.

when she was eighteen, she planned her mother's funeral. suicide, the consul said. she is unworthy of a shadowhunter funeral, the consul said. so cecile worked it all out, and she was the only one that showed up in all-black clothes. she was the only one that kissed her mother's casket, trying to bite back the tears. "bye mommy."

she fought in the dark world, against the endarkened. she agreed with the cold peace, but fought against the clave for punishing mark and helen blackthorn. she worked alongside the blackthornes, the herondales, and her lightwood relatives for a short time. now she resides in the los angeles institute.

PAIRINGS

relationships

= FAMILY:
[mother] marielle lightwood // aged thirty nine // deceased
cecile loved her mother, far more than she loved photography or training. she always wanted to be like her: cool, calm, and collected at all times, with a display of fierceness everywhere she went. her parents hadn't divorced when marielle found out that andrew was having an affair, but she was utterly heartbroken, and cecile had been there to comfort her. when she died, cecile wasn't the same anymore. in fact, the second she did die, cecile swore she could sense something was wrong. for the first year after her mother's death, she visited the cemetery where her grave is; she'd been able to take her body from the silent brothers that planned on throwing her away, and have a proper burial. now, cecile may not be as heartbroken, but the ghost and love of her mother always looms over her.
[father] andrew lightwood // aged forty // alive, but no relationship

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ALIAS

CECIE

AGE

TWENTY

DOB

JULY FIRST

ZODIAC

CANCER

POB

IDRIS

ORIENT.

HETERO

GENDER

CISFEMALE

SPECIE

NEPHILIM

 

[nymphadora.]

= name_ ...........violet blanche deveraux.
= nickname_.......vee, babyface, blondie.
= age_......................................... twenty.
= birthday_..........................october fifth.
= zodiac_........................................libra.
= place of birth_..........marseille, france.
= gender_ ..cisgender female (she/her).
= sexuality_.......................heterosexual.
= specie_........................shadow hunter.

appearance—

= eyes_ ocean blue.
= hair_ blonde.
= complexion_ light olive.
= height_ 5'4''.
= weight_ 116lbs.
= face claim_ @jahantea on instagram.
= voice claim_ camille rowe
= distinguishing features_ her button nose.
= body mods_ pierced ears & pierced right nose.
= clothing style_ b a b y

personality—

= vices_
aggressive; after the death of her parents, violet has a tendency to snap at people. things easily get on her nerve and she doesn't mind calling them out.
reckless; violet has a lot of anger bottled up inside of her, she gets quite a kick out of fighting sometimes and she doesn't even realise it.
stubborn; it's a struggle to change her mind, violet is quite a stubborn woman. she prefers to do things her way instead of others.
skeptical; violet has to see it with her own eyes otherwise it didn't happen.
manipulative; maybe it has to do with her star sign but violet has a way with words which make people struggle to say no to her on most occasions.

= virtues_
romantic; they say french is the language of love, and that may be true with violet. the woman enjoys to flirt with others sometimes and enjoys a good romantic dinner as well.
protective; will the little family she has, violet is very protective over those she cares about. especially her brother and secret lover.
charismatic; equipped with a silver tongue and dazzling blue eyes, violet is known for her charisma which can help when it comes to negotiating.
affectionate; a good hug can get violet easily excited. violet adores to show affection to others, even if they're complete strangers.
loyal; despite being a flirt, violet is loyal to those who show loyalty to her. she's almost like a puppy, she'll stick with you til the end.
= likes_ tacos, archery, old music, late nights, cartoons, the beach, fashion, puppies.
= dislikes_ swords, hot nights, bugs, dubstep music, fish, spiders, heights, hospitals.
= strength_ archery, long-range shooting.
= weaknesses_ weak swimmer, running (she isn't the worst runner but she doesn't enjoy it).
= moral alignment_ chaotic good.
= mbti_ the entrepreneur.
= favorite rune_ accuracy, because it was the first rune her brother taught her.

in depth—

the devereaux family was filled with respectable french shadow hunters. they were strong, intelligent and powerful, yet they didn't understand the meaning of love. each couple was formed by their parents, only meeting each other on their wedding day to have a powerful heir to keep the devereaux family's name alive. at the age of twenty, katherine and hugo were married together with their parents' pressure weighing them on their shoulders. the pair hated each other but no needed to know that, they had a role to play in the devereaux family.

once katherine reached the age of twenty five, she found herself pregnant with her second child. violet was soon born nine months after on a chilly autumn morning. her little boy, matthew, standing next to her hospital bed with wide eyes as baby violet cried herself to sleep. all she had to do now was raise her children so she can die peacefully. the family soon moved to la; both matthew and violet grew up happy, training with every second they had with each other while their parents spent their time worrying about other, important things.

then the war began, violet was only sixteen when she watched her parents' blood pool out of the concrete ground. the crimson red blood staining her clothes while others fought around her. matthew dragged his little sister back to the institute for safety as she mourned over the death of her parents. violet's life returned to normal after the cold peace treaty. matthew acted as if nothing ever happened and continued to train her to fight. a few years later, violet was ordered to keep a close eye on a werewolf, sirius malatesta. violet bonded with sirius as time went by, falling head over heels for the werewolf. she began to sneak out at night to meet with sirius, yearning to be with him at every moment she had. he was her first love, and violet didn't want to loose him.

family_ katherine devereaux // mother // deceased.
hugo devereaux // father // deceased.
matthew devereaux // older brother // alive.
religion_ agnostic but raised catholic.
languages_ french (mother tongue) // english (second language).
theme song_ see the beauty through the pain.
preferred weapon_ bow and arrow + seraph blade.

relationships—

SIRIUS MALATESTA // BOYFRIEND
A unexpected friendship that blossomed into something more. Violet met Sirius on Clave orders, to keep a close eye on the criminal werewolf. Yet as weeks went by, Violet became close with Sirius. She soon fell in love with Sirius and she's willing to risk everything for him.

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[paranoia]

Aurelian Chase​

name | aurelian chase
age | 426
apparent age | somewhere around 20
birthday | march 16th
zodiac | pisces
place of birth | paris, france
gender | male, he/him
sexuality | pansexual
specie | warlock


eyes | brown
hair | brown
complexion | mid-brown
height | 5'9"
weight | 144 lbs
faceclaim | max fieschi
voiceclaim | alain-fabien delon
distinguishing features | slight overbite, crooked smile, three birthmarks in a triangular alignment on his left cheek.
body modifications | none
clothing style | very retro, as if taken straight from your grandfather's closet. there's the plaid shirts, the bowties and all those sweaters and cardigans to go with. not one for accessories, but it ain't rare to find him wearing some sort of scarf, hat or something the like.
warlock mark(s) | addax antlers
magic color | beige-white

virtues | intelligent: aurelian has a brilliant mind full of information and logical thinking. his head is always working on something - a big idea, a plan or the composition of a drawing. in his world, his brain always trumps his heart, and every decision he's ever made has been by reason and logical thinking.
observant: what others miss, aurelian sees. he catches up on the tiny details that seem insignificant to the average eye. he sees the hints, the clues and the little pieces to put the puzzle together. especially structures are one of the things he spends too much time analyzing. social structures, like who's the leader and who's the brain, as well as the architectural structures of a cathedral.
honest: while he may withhold information, he would never in a million years tell a lie. you can almost always trust his word, and he doesn't say anything unless he's absolutely certain of it's authenticity. this can turn into something negative as well, considering that his blunt answers to questions about his opinion has created quite some drama in the past.
determined: once he's set his mind on something, he cannot be stopped. don't even bother talking him out of doing something stupid, if he has good enough reasons he'll do anything to complete the task he's assigned himself. instead, just watch his back and let him do his thing.
organized: both in his home and in his mind, aurelian is extremely organized. everything is kept in check, his books and feelings both. he gets extremely uneasy, and even a bit anxious, seeing or feeling like a mess. if he has the time, he will - though hesitantly - clean up the chaos and get things back in order.

vices | reserved: he doesn't talk much about himself, his past, or anything that concerns his feelings. there's a limit to friendships and the like. when someone's getting a bit too close, he'll push them away with a series of rude comments and cold behavior. he needs absolute trust for someone to actually open up about himself.
cold: he seems emotionless, or like an arrogant dick. perhaps it's the look on his resting face, or it's the fact that he only ever joins the discussion when pointing out facts or arguing about a subject of his interest. he can act how rude he wants, without a hint of remorse in his eyes. but it isn't all intentional. in fact, it all stems from an inability to express himself in a way that properly explains his feelings. so instead of trying, he'll keep it bottled up.
cynical: aurelian doesn't have much faith, not in anything. it's not rare to hear him mutter about the horrible world it is that they live in. this because he's seen so much evil in his life, and too little good to cancel it out. nowadays, he's like a bitter old man. he expects the worst of everyone, and doesn't believe in that happy ending. don't expect him to come cheer you up when you've had a bad day, he'll most likely make it worse.
envious: whenever he sees someone have something he wants, he'll get almost obsessed with achieving it. he wants it, whether it be money, success or happiness. he can't see other people be successful because of his own jealousy. oh, and he'll get crazily suspicious about his rival's intentions, especially when it involves someone he cares for.
resentful: aurelian isn't one to forgive and forget, not in the nearest century. do him the slightest wrong, and he'll hold a grudge on you, and boy can he hold grudges. surely, this resentfulness gets worse with his extreme pettiness. once, he refused to even look at an old friend of his for seventy eight years because of some pathetic mistake involving a missing pet and a sacrificial spell.

likes | art, reading, indian food, acoustic music, salt licorice, sunrises, early mornings, forest walks, cab rides, small towns, coffee shops, cats, birds
dislikes | nephilim, coffee, loud noises, chaos, birds, heights, cramped spaces, the unknown, red wine, the color blue, the 60's, losing an argument, immortality
strengths | master of illusions. he has spent the majority of his life studying spells and practicing.
adept healer.
well educated. by spending several years in the spiral labyrinth and studying the archive there, he's become what one would call a living library
weaknesses | as he prioritizes illusion magic and healing, he lacks skill in nearly all sorts of offensive magic.
fear of failure, so much that he tends to avoid doing certain things because he's afraid of messing up.
moral alignment | true neutral
mbti | intj-a; architect
opinion of shadowhunters | "they're pathetic. all they do is whine. they can't even keep their messes for themselves. when something goes wrong, who do they call to clean up their messes? yeah, warlocks and faeries."
thoughts on the cold peace | "i really don't care, as long as they leave me out of it."


biography |
family | luisa barnard - dead - mother
religion | atheist


other | quite the artist, it's mostly sketches and drawings, but then comes the occasional sculpture.
languages | french, cthonian, latin, hebrew, english
theme song | RHODES - sleep is a rose
preferred weapon | none

 

[thepression]

| S I R I U S |

no bark

basic
name - sirius malatesta
alias - stray dog
age - 24
birthday - 11th of May
pob - los angeles, usa
zodiac - taurus
gender - cismale (he/him)
sexuality - bisexual
ethnicity - italian, spanish
race - demihuman
specie - werewolf

appearance
sirius' inner werewolf is obvious to those of the shadow world, both from his intense gaze to the wild air that follows him around constantly, as though some of his beast side enters the human one as well. he is hostile toward most, his hair is often untamed and the maximum protection he gives himself from the cold is a turtleneck sweater. some freckles and moles are scattered around his face and body, and a light stubble frames his sharp jawline.
fc - diego barrueco
vc - diego barrueco
height - 6'1
weight - 83kilograms
built - muscular
hair - dark brown
eyes - brown
complexion - light
notable features - sharp and defined jawline, intense eyes
style - w o l f
particular signs - small scar on the side of his jawline; long and thin scar on his shoulder blade; tattoos
bite mark - on his tight

and all bite

personality
+ cunning
sirius knows what he wants and how to get it, even if the road to his goal isn't the smoothest one. it doesn't matter if he has to manipulate or trick someone as long as he is succesful.
+ flexible
he knows how to adapt in unknown situations and profit from them quickly, may it be a new place or with people.
+ focused
sirius always pays a lot of attention to his surroundings, he rarely misses any details.
+ charming
he knows just the right words and the way to act to convince people, and even when he isn't trying his "wild" appearance is often found interesting.
+ affectionate
with those he really cares about sirius can be really sweet and loving, trying to win their affections back with any demise.
+ romantic
though he is a very rough individual most of the time, he knows how to flirt and be a gentleman anyway.
+ loyal
it isn't often sirius picks a side to be on, and if he does he wouldn't betray it if not for serious motives.

- selfish
he steals and does illicit activities for his own benifit, after all money has always been a big part of his life, and sharing is not something he likes to consider.
- aggressive
even before he was turned into a werewolf sirius always looked for direct confrontation, provoking with harsh words and violent actions.
- possessive
as said before he loathes sharing, and seeing something he considers his, may it be an object or a person, in the hands of others upsets him greatly.
- rude
growing up where he did hasn't given many lessons on manners to sirius, who often interrupts, laughs when he shouldn't or says his opinion when it isn't asked.
- conceited
sirius is rarely insecure, every decision he takes or every movement is done so with confident. he boasts about his achievements loudly, even though they often involve stealing and such.
- prideful
since he usually believes firmly in every step he takes, taking one back isn't the easiest thing for him. he also would never ask for favors if not necessary.
- paranoid
one trait that came along with his demon side: sirius is very untrusting and thinks the worst of every situation.

likes
the night, silence, smoking, dogs, video games, walks, vodka, old movies, any kind of meat, the sea, knives, photographs
dislikes
loud noises, warm weather, felines in general, vampires, hospitals, insects, vegetables, guns, heroin, sentimental people
habits
he licks the top row of his teeth when he is thinking
tends to sit in inappropriate positions
his jaw tightens when something annoys him
smiles kindly to his friends, scowls to strangers
strengths
enhanced capabilities (strenghts, agility and velocity), perfectly in control of his werewolf form, his body heals twice as fast as normal
he is good with making deals and handling money
weaknesses
any silver made object, angelic fire, seraph blades
has trouble controlling his temper
moral alignment chaotic neutral
mbti the debater
religion atheist
languages spoken english, italian
turned wolf at age eighteen

themes
x x x

backstory
sirius was born in los angeles' possibly worst neighbourhood, and like many of his childhood friends he grew fatherless. few made it out with a better life, and sirius was never that lucky. with an heroin addict for a mother the thirteen year old decided to start a succesful drug dealing career, beginning from innocent marijuana bags to then get his hands on cocaine at age seventeen. but sirius' bigger issue was his aggressive behaviour, which often had him fighting over deals with his "co-workers", so in the end they decided it was better to get rid of him. an anonymous call to 911 had him in juvenile for 9 months, enough for his mother to die of overdose. apparently she had used every last cent of her son's money in drugs, but it hadn't turned out so well. juvie did nothing to stop his criminal intentions, sirius kept on going on with small thefts and dealing. he was just returning home from "work" late in the night when he was attacked by a beast, which left him bleeding on the side of the street after distant police sirens had it running off. coming home and seeing the actual bite marks, sirius came to the conclusion that he had been attacked by a dog. but sirius started to see things no one else could, and it was on a full moon night that the reason became apparent. sirius was now a werewolf, and it took him months of training to adjust to the situation physically and mentally, he couldn't tell anyone nor did he know how to help it, so why not profit from it? now that he could choose when to "change" sirius used his supernatural strength to perform more important robberies or similar crimes. he encountered others like him, learning of the shadow world and of the other downworlders, but he never minded them and kept going on with his business. but things started to change in the shadow world and he came to the conclusion that something was definetely wrong when a werewolf tried to recruit him in her pack, speaking of a war he should help in. her name was teresa wilde, and her beauty and persistence had him ultimately joining in after his initial refusal. she was possibly the first person in his life who actually believed in him, and so he fell in love. it was reciprocated but short lived, since teresa lost her life in the battle of alicante. sirius survived the war with a broken heart, and in the five years after the cold peace he resumed his illegal activities. it was after four years or so that he met a shadowhunter named violet deveraux, and a friendship quickly turned in something more, though they both agreed to keep their affair secret because of their different race. he is well known now in the shadow world for being a great but unwilling fighter who likes to mess with the humans a little too much.

relations jane malatesta // deceased at 43 // mother
teresa wilde // deceased at 19 // former girlfriend
violet deveraux // alive // girlfriend nymphadora.
aofie bouchard // alive // close friends logastellus

coded by dwale

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Kai Clarke

Spoiler

name: Kai James Clarke
alias/nickname: KJ, KC, Fledgling
age: 20
birthday: June 3rd
zodiac: Gemini
place of birth: LA, California
gender: Cisgender (He/Him)
sexuality: Homosexual
species: Vampire

eyes: Dark Brown
hair: Brown
complexion: White
height: 5'5''
weight: 112lbs
faceclaim: Dylan O'Brien
voiceclaim: Dylan O'Brien
distinguishing features: His short stature and young vampire age
body modifications: Ear Piercings (3 on the right ear, 2 on the left and a lip ring) several scars on his arms legs and turso from his abusive father and the neck bite
clothing style: Hoodies and Jeans
bite mark: right side of his neck

vices & virtues:
Kai is a creative yet introverted kid. He was bullied for being so quiet and shy which only made him more quiet and shy. His father's abuse didn't help either. He is a singer and musician first and foremost. He writes his own music and plays covers sometimes. His curiosity made him really want to tour and play music which boosted his ambition. He could be considered a doormat in some areas and doesn't show his anger which could be a good thing, only when he's angry, he snaps, best seen with his bully and father.

He is incredibly smart and knows a lot about stuff that don't really matter in everyday life. For example, he can recite the countries of the world song off by heart. It has no practical use. He just can. His brain lets him down though as his want for more can lead to rash and reckless decisions. He is also incredibly impatient, often doing the wrong thing instead of waiting which can lead to him not being focused and other things.
likes: Night Time, Ice Cream, Tea, Music, Cartoons, Puppies
dislikes: Early Mornings, Spinach, Mushrooms, Clowns, Heights, Cats,
strengths: Music, Drawing
weaknesses: Physical Activity, Social Situations
moral alignment: True Neutral
mbti: Mediator
what age were you turned: 19

biography:
Kai was the first kid in their family and older by a few years. He has a little sister called Jade who he calls JB or JJ. In return she called him KC or KJ. His Dad was called Christoph and he's a bad person, a child abuser. His Mom was called Bella who is working an underpaid job to support her kids. Their parents are divorced. They were divorced once she found out he'd been hitting Kai when she wasn't around. His Dad was a cop and his Mom ended up not getting custody of her children. She went to live with her sister and JB ran off soon after that knowing something bad was gonna happen, promising to keep in touch but she never did.

She was right about the bad stuff. Their Mom died of cancer 6 months later but they told everyone it was a car accident, that a rib punctured her lung and she died on the way to the hospital. Apollo couldn't mourn for long. His Dad got even more violent against him and he was bullied at school. He began finding ways to escape. He went to the music room at lunch and began to play guitar, piano and sing. He was pretty good. He made cartoons but he found his strength in graffiti. He graffitied at school and around town to give him a reason to stay out of the house. He couldn't be there when his Dad was there, drunk and abusing him to the point of him going to the hospital.

Being a mundane for the majority of his life and one of the youngest vampires in LA, Kai didn't expirence the war unlike many of the other Downworlders and ShadowHunters he meets. He didn't even have the sight or anything to begin with. He went to a gay bar where a vampire found him. His name was Xander Krypts. They hooked up and he was bitten. He fully turned Kai a day later feeling guilty for what he had done. Xander soon dumped Kai on a clan doorstep and turned himself over to an anti mundane hurting clan to be dealt with. He doesn't know what happened to him and he misses his sire. He now lives with the LA Vampire Clan and is the youngest vamp they have (for now at least). They taught him about what the Dark War was and everything before and after to do with Downworlders, Demons and ShadowHunters. He learnt that vampires and werewolves were sworn enemies everywhere, that ShadowHunters can rarely be trusted, and that seelies are by far the worst. He blindly followed them as he didn't know what to believe and tried to take their word as fact because if his sire trusted them then he should too, right.

family:
Bella / Mom / 32 / Dead / Beloved
Christoph / Dad / 46 / Alive / Hated
Jade / Sister / ? / ? / Beloved
religion: Agnostic / Atheist

other:
languages: Can speak English, some Italian and some Spanish
theme song: TALK ME DOWN

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[logastellus]

name.
aofie.bouchard
alias/nickname.
none
age.
23
real age.
397
birthday.
december 15th
zodiac.
sagittarius
place of birth.
belfast,ireland
gender.
cisfemale.she.her
sexuality
omisexual.panromantic
specie.
vampire

eyes.
dark brown.
hair.
dark brown.neck length
complexion.
caramel
height.
5'8"
weight.
127lbs
faceclaim.
aiyanaa lewis
voiceclaim.
saorise ronan
distinguishing features.
thick eyebrows.freckles
body modifications.
pierced ears
t.h.i.r.s.t
clothing style.
k.r.a.v.e.s
bite mark.
upper left back

vices & virtues.
+
intelligent
growing up aoife has always had a thirst for learning if there is something she does not know she will go out of her way to learn it. she has a very open mind and sometimes likes to share her newfound information with others. there are times where she likes to boast about being intelligent and other times she will use her intelligence to bring others down if she thinks their pride is getting the best of them.
independent
aoife doesn't rely on people very much and tends to do things on her own. she sets her own standards and controls her own life and she isn't going to let anyone control her into being something she does not want to be. she doesn't like receiving help from others and feels vulnerable when there is no other option but to ask for help.
wise
aoife uses experiences from her life and others lives to think, understand and act in situations. she is always giving advice to people who she believes need it and would rather see someone do something positive with their life instead of waste it on something that could hurt them or their families. she is more of the talking first so you dont do anything stupid type of person . she becomes very disappointed when she gives advice and someone just throws it out the window.
clever
aoife has the skills of understanding and noticing every little thing that is around her and doing so quickly. she knows how to get anything she wants or get out of any situation she is in no problem. she enjoys seeing someone be baffled or even commend her on how sly she is.
trustworthy
aoife is someone you can trust anything with, she is easy to talk to and doesn't let anything revolve around her when someone is sharing personal information with her. she is always thinking of ways to help someone with whatever problem they have and tends to be in their shoes to understand their situation. she rarely puts her trust in anyone but has no problem letting people trust her and rarely betrays that person unless it is necessary.
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nonchalant
although aoife can be caring sometimes, she really doesn't care for people and their feelings. you would have to be very important to her or be in a very important situation for her to care. she doesn't have time or energy to waste on anyone except for herself and doesn't care about what anyone says or thinks about her. she tends to purposely avoid people or do weird actions to make people think twice before interacting with her. if you have a problem with her well then that's your problem, not hers.
brutal
while in her vampire state the taste of blood is too powerful for her she loses her humanity. she will not care for the person's life while she is taking her blood from her system, she won't care about the look of fear in their eyes or their screams ringing through her ears. even when she is killing she shows no mercy and doesn't care about the pain and suffer from such person.
irritable
aoife can become easily irritated with just a snap. her patients for people is very thin and once she has reached her boiling point there is no turning back for her. she doesn't have the random outbursts like some people, she prefers to use words and small actions to bring a person down. her words are as sharp as a knife so it is best to stay on her good side always.
blunt
aoife doesn't find anything wrong with telling it like it is. people always keep on asking for the truth to everything but she just doesn't understand why it's not to their liking. she has gotten multiple times for her mouth but it's not her fault that she would be honest regardless of if it hurts or not instead of sugarcoating things and making everything sunshine and rainbows all the time. people tend to dislike her for being so blunt but it's not gonna hurt her already dead heart.
self-indulgence
she will indulge herself in blood when her blood levels are low she will go out of her way to get it. originally she has blood bags for when she needs it but when she really has a craving for blood she would rather suck the blood from a human neck than a plastic bag from a building full of sick people.

likes:
twilight(not the stupid book).stuffed animals.smell of a book.reading. learning new information.thunderstorms.rodents.the moon.shooting stars.leather jackets.manicures.puzzles.meditation.her pub/bookstore
dislikes:
having her time wasted. animal blood.werewolves.dogs.sunlight.coffee.loud noises.unnecessary conflict.alternative facts.sensitivity.procrastination.damaged property(mainly hers)
strengths.
withhold an abundance amount of knowledge
excellent at sneaking around and being stealthy
enhanced strength.agility.hearing.sight.endurance
negotiation expert
flexible
hand-to-hand combat
strategic planner
weaknesses.
can't control her hunger
iron/silver items
moral alignment.
chaotic neutral
mbti.
entj.a
what age were you turned?
16

biography:
aoife was born to a blacksmith and an african slave later turned healer in belfast,ireland. her mother was bought by her father mainly to farm his land while he would work. he began to have feelings for her and thus married her and had three children with her. aoife was born five minutes before her sister scathach and was the complete opposite of her. aoife was more of the strategical thinker who enjoyed obtaining new information. she enjoyed watching her father wield and create multiple weapons for the royal families army. her sister was the quiet and reserved twin who stayed close to her mother and learned about different herbs and medicines to heal the sick and injured. aoife would battle her brother with a stick while letting the livestock graze. her mother was against her being so rough and wild but she knew that she was more like her father than herself. scathach was slightly jealous since she wasn't getting as much attention from her father like she was her mother and was becoming distant from aoife. it even went to the quote "why can't you be more like your sister" ever since than scathach has always disliked her sister.
as the time went on the twins grew up to be polar opposites. scathach was a local healer for the army and would tend to the homeless and the sick in the town. but aoife was invested in training and hoping to become a knight even though she knew she couldn't, but that didn't stop her from doing what she loved. she would sneak out during the day when she was supposed to tending to the farm to watch the army train on the training grounds. her mother would always catch her and be scolded right in front of the family but she would just go right back to the grounds to watch. scathach would taunt her sister telling her she was wasting her time with fighting and should be doing lady things which aoife disliked. the taunting would later turn into arguing and them not talking for a long period of time. aoife never understood why her sister never liked her and it would upset her to the point she would become frustrated.
aoife along with her sister and brother were turned into vampires during the dark war. aoife and scatchach weer having another fight when a small group of vampires ambushed them. scathach was able to escape and ran away leaving aoife to be killed. aoife was bit on the upper back of her neck and was almost sucked dry. her skin was pale by the time her family knew where she was and she was pronounced dead or so they thought. she was buried on a small hill not far from where her home was. a few weeks after she rose from the dead having a huge craving for blood. to satisfy her hunger she killed one of the livestock and feasted on it's blood until she was satisfied. after feeding she was confused on how she was alive or better yet how she died. she remembered there being vampires and being attacked then it hit her that she remebered her sister leaving her to die. that memory hurt aoife the most and sparked a rage inside of her. sneaking inside her sisters room she looked down at her remembering how everything was always stressful and frustrated because of her sister, how she was always the one who felt guilty when it was all scathach. angry at her sister and feeling like her trust was betrayed she gripped her sisters neck biting down hard causing her to scream out alerting her parents and brother. at the time aoife wasn't thinking that biting her sister would also turn her into one but she was too mad to even think of the consequences. her parents and brother barged into the room to see scathach bleeding to death and aoife with her blood all over her face. staring straight at her parents she dumped her sister back on her now blood stained bed and ran out of the house never to be seen again.
aoife wandered throughout history, experiencing new things, meeting friends and in the end losing them. she now resides in los angeles and owns her own bookstore with literature that she has collected throughout her years of wandering. In the daytime her bookstore is opened to the mundane but at night she runs a bar that is strickly for downworlders and other supernatural beings.
family
age // status (dead or alive) // relation
fergus bouchard//65//deceased//father
rowena bouchard//48//deceased//mother
liam bouchard//29//alive//elder brother
scathach bourhcard//23(397)//alive//twin sister
relationships
sirius malatesta.close friend. thepression
oleth tula.good friend. spectro
alicia graybow.close friend. Unrlstic
violet deveraux.mutual friend. nymphadora.
cecile lightwood.good friend. tsuneni
juniper.mutual friend. slim
verena. mutual friend. deer
religion: spiritual



other.
she is obsessed with cats
forbids a person from returning to her store if books are ruined
wears glasses for fun
hates the titanic movie but is a sucker for My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion
kendrick lamar is her idol
always lights aromatherapy candles in her bookstore
don't ever take a surprise photo of her
no one except sirius and alicia know she has a twin sister
languages.
french, german, swahili,portugese,cantonese, japanese,chinese,cambodian,russian,cthonian
theme song.
hurricane.MS MR
preferred weapon.

 

[slim]

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are you loyal to the seelie queen or unseelie king?
i don't even know at this point. Both have caused me problems. I don't want a leader at all now that I think about it.
what is your opinion on shadowhunters?:
"They're such good-two-shoes. They're pretty much enhanced mundanes running around thinking they're better thhan everyone else because they weild an angel glow-stick. You can tell I view them as a little..distasteful.
do you think the cold peace is justified?:
Of course not! I wasn't zipping around with Sebastian and all of those other people yet myself and countless others got stuck. The seelie queen sided with him, not our...king. I hate how everyone throws the others under the bus. I'm sick and tired of it. It cost me everything.

code by pasta​

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name: Juniper of the unseelie court
alias/nickname: Juni
age: She looks 19 but has lived for a much longer time. She's unsure about her actual age.
birthday: January 1st
zodiac: Capricorn
place of birth:
gender: female, she/her
sexuality: bisexual
species: unseelie



eyes: dark blue
hair: short and dyed platinum blonde, usually has dark roots because she's too lazy to keep it maintained
complexion: fair
other: her teeth are unusually sharp but not so much as to freak anyone out. It's mostly due to her mermaid heritage.
height: 5'5"
weight: 128
faceclaim: sage tullis
voiceclaim: sage tullis
distinguishing features: her eyes and eyelashes that frame them
body modifications: tattoo
clothing style: baggy sweatpants, stolen sweatshirts with some kind of mundane city name on the front, home made crop tops, white shirts you buy in packs from walmart with sewn on patches she buys from small online stores, vans, mom jeans and even jean skirts, high-waisted pants in all colors

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vices & virtues:
+
independent: Juniper learned very young that not a lot of people are going to actually be there for you. The truth hurts, but she adapted quickly and is now kind of used to it. She doesn't need anyone's hand to hold.
loyal: There are a few people in the world that it's a war over. She selects friends very closely and it takes a long time to gain trust but when it happens, she'll always be there for you.
assertive: Juniper never exactly lived the royal life she wanted but it never stopped her from acting like it. She's not bossy but she has a tone in her voice that tends to sound like she really knows what she's doing and you should just probably go along with it.
candid: Thanks to her faerie blood, the girl can't lie. Juniper never was the type of faerie to twist words and such to be deceitful, however.
optimistic: Pretty much speaks for itself. She may get irritating a lot and quiet but she tries to see the better side of things. Her mantra seems to be, "it could always be worse."
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argumentative: She's not really one for confrontation but when someone is doing wayyy too much, she isn't hesitant to step forward and call them out. She's tiny in stature but that won't stop her from chewing anyone out.
insecure: She does her best to hide it, but she's really not that comfortable with her own self. Her own father not wanting her started it, then came other events in her life. She's lived for a while but can remember every single betrayal and has wondered each time if it was something about her that just wasn't good enough or caused it.
troublesome: She can get pretty agitated and make things hard for others. She mostly closes herself off when this happens.
repressed: She tries keeping her feelings in check. Emotions seem like they can give others power over her and she hates the idea of that.
revengeful: She's gotten screwed over plenty of times and the ones who really hurt her try to be erased from her memory. However, the ones who caused less damage but incited anger in her won't see the last of her.


likes: flying, learning about other magical races, the mundane world, poetry,
dislikes: her father, liars, the people in power, large bodies of water
strengths:
+magic has always been a strong point of hers
+she's agile and a fast thinker so she fights quite well.
weaknesses:
-her strength is lacking so she has to put more effort into not getting hit since she might not recover.
-she acts on impulses which isn't a good trait to have.
moral alignment: chaotic good
mbti: istp

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Juniper's birth and everything after that wasn't supposed to happen.

Her father was the unseelie King and her mother, Rina was a beautiful unseelie who had wormed her way past into the unseelie king's heart. He let his defenses around her and there was a short period of happiness surrounding the two. It was shattered by Juniper's birth. The king was known for killing his daughters in the past and so had around 50 sons. He would have continued the tradition if Rina hadn't threatened to use his name against him. The king had to agree to a bargain: Juniper's safety for Rina's memory of his name. Rina planned out the words the king would say to eliminate any and all chances of the words being manipulated. The bargain was made and Rina's memories were taken...all of them. Rina made sure Juniper was protected but forgot to mention which memories the king could take. Juniper was still a baby and the king couldn't do anything to harm the child. His hatred of the girl numbed as he held the helpless thing in his arms. He gave the child to one of his knights, Mayi, who had always wanted a child. Rina stayed in Faerieland but soon started making new memories and was out of Juniper's life for good.

Juniper grew up knowing she was royalty and cursing her father's name. It didn't take a wizard to see the resemblance of the king and Juniper and she had quite large wings and a human appearance meaning she was most likely royal. She remembered Mayi taking her to the palace when she was younger and didn't have anyone to watch her. She saw the flash of remembrance in the king's eyes that was so small she thought she was making it up. Juniper knew about the king's countless sons. He had kept them, why hadn't she been good enough?
Word spread quickly about the king having a daughter and soon Juniper found one of her half-brothers at her doorstep. His name was Kieran and he was probably the nicest out of the family. The two talked for a long time. It felt nice to have an actual relative with similar experiences to talk with. They got closer and Juniper was happier. Sure, she had about 49 more brothers who didn't seem to care about her but Kieran was enough.

Then, Kieran was sent off to the Wild Hunt. Juniper was heartbroken to say the least. She spent her days wandering the kingdom, feeling like an animal in a cage. Juniper stumbled on a passage to the mundane world. It was hard to navigate her homeland due to it's changing nature but she naturally navigated it. The passage to the mundane world was how she met Velice.

Velice lived in Venice and was 15 years of age at that time. Of course, he found the supernatural beauty of Juniper enchanting and was scared of her the first time she ran into him in the woods where he was hunting. She couldn't understand him at first but cast a spell so they could understand each other. Juniper loved the way he seemed enraptured by her. Her looks were fairly common besides the horns and wings and it was interesting to see the reaction she had on humans. It felt...good. They sat on the forest floor until dusk and the glow of Juniper's wings cast light around them in a small circle and animals that had crowded around them because of the natural attraction Juniper had on them had returned back to what they were previously doing. Velice wanted to meet again and Juniper promised him they would.

Juniper started slipping out more often. Sometimes she couldnt find her way to the mundane world or was spit out in random places but she had a will of steel and ended up most of the time where she wanted. Juniper and Valice grew closer and had a great time. Valice seemed to grow more handsome with every visit. His acne cleared up in a day and he got taller. Sometimes his hair went from short to long in a day as well. He lost his high pitched voice and muscles formed. He kept getting taller as well.

Then the Dark War started. There was too much panic to go into the mundane world and Mayi started keeping her close and not wanting her to stray too far. The War seemed to pass pretty quickly, but it might've just been the natural weirdness of Faerieland. Juniper could care less about the War and what happened. As soon as news spread that the war was over, Juniper rushed to the passage.

It was blocked.

Something was keeping her from crossing.
The Cold Peace arrangements were that the entrances to Faerieland were sealed off.
Juniper threw a fit and even marched to the castle and demanded her father open them back up. She was in hysterics and didn't care what her father would do. He explained he could do nothing. Juniper chucked a nearby vase at him and left, leaving the entire throne room gawking at the small girl's retreating form and the non-bloodthirsty king.

Juniper's favorite two people in the world were lost to her and she used her misery for other things. She enjoyed poetry and took up combat training. Weapons were forbidden in Faerieland thanks to the Cold Treaty so Juniper simply practiced hand-to-hand combat from an experienced warrior. It took her mind off of things for a while and Juniper started doing more and more things to distract herself. She read countless books and learned Italian just so she didn't need a spell. She practiced magic and read up on history of all races. It felt like Faerieland was making the time drag on purpose.

Then came the permission from the Clave to leave. Leave this suffocating land for the mundane world. It was something out fo a fairytale. The entrances would be open for a couple of days. Juniper wasted no time rushing towards the passage where she used to meet Valice.
The forest was different and weird. She nearly got hit by a large moving machine when crossing some kind of strip of rock. She went to Valice's house where they spent a lot of time playing in the pond nearby and taking care of the farm animals. It was gone and in its place was a bunch of apartments. The trees that had surrounded the area were gone as well.

Juniper then started realizing faerieland ran on different times than the mundane world. Valice used to look different all the time because months and years passed everytime juniper visited. Juniper felt worry creep in and she cast a locator spell. She followed it for miles, ignoring the weird honking noises of more moving machines with angry humans inside as she walked on the strip of rock. She finally turned on a dirt road and found a small church. Of course Valice would be in church. His mother was a very religious person and it must've rubbed off. Juniper ran to the door but it was locked. The small orb of light she had followed turned red to signal Juniper wasn't going the right way and led her to behind the church. Juniper dropped to the ground as the locator orb vanished, symboling she had arrived. The graveyard was small but well maintained and Juniper finally stopped crying long enough to wander through it. She found the small tombstone and read the words in italian that made her burst into tears again.
"To my little angel...
You've disappeared and took my heart with you. I hope you visit me one last time and return my heart to me in the afterlife, but this time... you will stay."

Juniper stayed there for a while, her forehead on the gravestone. She finally got up and cast a spell. A small juniper sapling grew from the ground from the grave.
"Soon," she said out loud. A breeze ruffled her hair and she felt her heart get lighter. She walked back to the passage.

Juniper packed up her things and arrived at L.A. It was going to be a new experience, a way to make the world better. No more unrightful punishments, no more wars, no more leaders with their own self-interest in mind. A better world.

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other:
-Juniper has large wings that usually look golden. She can't withdraw them into her back or anything so she glamours them heavily when out and about.
-She has small white horns that grow on either side of her forehead. She never glamours them since she feel like they make her father uncomfortable to see a visible reminder that she's his child.
-She has gills that open up underwater that also seem to be passed down from her mother.
-She's scared of the ocean and she can't really explain why.
languages: english and italian
theme song:
preferred weapon: throwing knives made of pure silver.

 

[spectro]

name:
Oleth Tula

alias/nickname:
Elizabeth Tula (1862-1901)
Oletha Smith (1901-1980)
Ola/Oletha Tula (1980+)

age:
294

appearance age:
21

birthday:
11/08/1723

zodiac:
Virgo

place of birth:
Aberdeen, Scotland

gender:
Female, She/Her

sexuality:
Pansexual

species:
Warlock

eyes:
Ola's eyes are a crystal blue with both grey and green undertones. She has long, but thin eyelashes and an almond shaped eye.

hair:
Ola's hair is a warm brown and very thick. It has reddish undertones and she has has been sporting bangs recently. She has rarely felt the need to add extra colour to it, and only went blonde once, for a week, in the 90s.

complexion:
Ola's pale skin is naturally unblemished. Being practically immortal, age has no effect on her skin. Nor does acne.

height:
5'6''

weight:
159lbs

faceclaim:
Jessica Brown Findlay

voiceclaim:
Jessica Brown Findlay

distinguishing features:
Her wide eyes which are a striking colour.

body modifications:
Ola has a small tattoo of a dragon on the back of her neck.

clothing style:
Ola has always stuck with the times during her life, changing her clothes to fit the era she's living in. But recently, she's gone back in time. She's stuck in the 80s and early 90s, her style now a strange mixture of grunge and punk. Her hair is almost always messy and up in a bun, her bangs unkempt. She wears very grungy clothing and he makeup is minimal yet dark. She always wears big earrings and rugged boots.

warlock mark:
Ola's warlock mark is not very visible, but it often causes her a lot of pain. Ola has two hearts.

magic color:
White

personality:
Ola is an opinionated, stubborn, feisty, loud mouthed, intelligent woman with a true scottswoman's heart. Or rather two. Ola is often described as an acquired taste. Her over friendly and sometimes brash personality can be great for some people, but others find that it's a little too much. Ola has been alive long enough to know that what other people think of her is no big deal. She is stubborn and sticks to her guns no matter the advice of others. She will always let others know what she's thinking, even if they don't ask, though she's not brilliant at revealing negative emotions; except anger. Ola has quite a temper, thanks to the fact the she's only really been allowed to speak for herself for 1/3rd of her life. She has always been a huge supported for women's rights and was even a part of the suffragettes movement.

Ola is very intelligent and completely in tune with her surroundings. Even if it seems like she's daydreaming, Ola always knows what's going on and is good at reacting to things with calculation. She's quick witted and can, when the situation calls for it, be soft spoken and gentle. She's brilliant at reading situations. Sometimes she knows when a room needs lightning up, so she'll jump into it head first, sometimes she's needs to be quiet. Either way, she knows that to do.

Ola's affection is not given away easily. She has loved and lost more times than she can count. Recently, she's taken a vow of abstinence. Though, she's broken it three times already. She has realised that most of her life has been concentrated on love and finding love. So, she wants the next century to be about finding herself. Finding the thing that she's passionate about. Ola has always loved learning and has held down many professions. She's been a nurse, a poet, a teacher, an artist, a waitress, a magician's assistant (a dark time in the 70s) and lots more. Still, she hasn't found a hobby or a job that she really wants to continue doing, and maybe that's okay. Either way, her passion for knowledge has lead her half way across the world, and she intends to see all of it.

likes:
- Madonna
- Freedom
- Peanuts
- Tequila
- Dancing

dislikes:
- The Past
- Fish
- Romantic Movies
- Homelessness
- Sleeping

strengths:
- Ola is brilliant at conjuration spells and can bring you almost anything. It's her favourite and most practiced type of magic.
- Ola has a great memory and she can memories spells and ingredients lists almost photographically.

weaknesses:
- Ola is scared of never finding a true place to fit in. She is sometimes intimidated by the Shadow World and she wants only to belong, so she often screws things up by being too loud or trying too hard.
- Ola isn't the best at healing magic. She's always been a little squeamish and seeing blood just brings up the memories of the wars.

moral alignment:
Chaotic Good

mbti:
ENFP-A

biography:
Ola was born in 1723 in Scotland. Her Father was a farmer and her Mother a doting wife. Duncan, her Dad, was abusive, cruel and manipulative. Ina, her Mother, was gentle but lost. She was lured one night, by an Eidolon demon, Yanluo, in the form of a beautiful man. He defiled Ina and impregnated her with Ola. When Ola was born with dark hair and blue eyes, Her Father had strong suspicions, for the simple fact that both he and his wife had red hair and brown eyes. Besides, Ina and Duncan were past child-having ages. Duncan knew he was infertile, and because of this, he ignored the obvious fact that Ola was not of his DNA.

Ola's first century of life was a difficult one. At age 12, she was shipped off to work on a farm in Yorkshire, because her Father was too ashamed of her, and didn't want to deal with her health complications. She never saw her family again, after that day. In fact, she didn't return to her farm for 50 years. Ola stopped agin at 19, but of course, she didn't realise until she was 40, and she started to suspect something was wrong. On her 50th birthday, she moved to London, scared that she was evil, wrong. After a month or so living in London, Ola received a letter from her Mother, reporting that her Father had died. Her Mother confessed everything. Who she believed to be her real Father. That she was part demon. Ola put it down to her Mother going mad, but she started to realised things in the city, pixies and strange people with strange skin. After studying a pud that housed these strange creatures, she went inside, and didn't like what she found. People with horns and forked tongues. Was she like them? With no money, she gave up on life and slept on the street, hoping for death after the things she had seen. But it never came.

During her 58th year, she was found by a handsome man. He took her in and made her a home on his estate. He said he'd never seen as beautiful a beggar as her. His name was Henry, and he wanted to bring her into his social life, she was a game, a toy, a scottish beggar with a beautiful face. She was young then, and someone loved her. She wondered if life would get better. She wondered if it was a dream. After marrying Henry, she realised that life was not as it had always seemed.

Henry moulded Ola into the perfect city lady. He gave her a new name, taught her how to talk properly, bought her makeup and dresses. After about 20 years or so, he became suspicious as to why she wasn't growing old. Ola hadn't a clue, but he became more and more curious. He found a man who could explain. She had to be a warlock, or a vampire, but she had no taste for blood. And so Ola began to find her magic.

By 1901, Ola had loved and lost over and over. She had been through so many style and had a routine to her life. She travelled and stayed in a place for 20 years, and then she moved. During the 40s, she became a nurse and travelled to France to help heal the injured soldiers. She fell in love there, too. With a man who was blind from a gas attack. Though their romance was short lived, Ola has never loved someone as much as she loved Fred Smith. And she never will. The war brought so much blood.

Ola gave up on love and then found faith again. She did a lot of drugs, which eventually go boring. She got married once. Bought a mansion or two. Committed many crimes. Learned how to use an iPhone. Bought a boutique. Bought a Ferrari. Dated a celebrity (though never reveals who). Started a band. Sold a piece of art for $100,000. Booked her ticket for the first rocket to the moon. Met the Kardashians and hated them. Although it seems she had done everything, she hasn't. For most of her life, she has been disconnected from the Shadow World. She only learned of the existence of Shadowhunters in the 80s and once she moved to LA, learned more and more about the Dark War and the Cold Peace. She's beginning to really accept who she is, and she's starting to find that the Shadow World isn't just a dark scary place full of demons and monsters. She's beginning to find the place that she belongs.

family:
Ina O'Reilly / Mum / Mother
Duncan O'Reilly / Dead / Adoptive Father

religion:
None

other:
1700s:

1800s:

1910s:

1920s:

1930s:

1940s:

1950s:

1960s:

1970s:

1980s:

1990s:

languages:
French, German, Swedish, Spanish, Cthonian

theme song:
Mad World - Tears for Fears

preferred weapon:
None

 

[deer]

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about her:

name: verena
alias: verena of the seelie court; faerie princess
age: 21
birthday: april 2nd
zodiac: aries
place of birth: faerieland
gender: cisgendered female [she/her]
sexuality: n/a
specie: faerie

appearances:

eyes: emerald
hair: vibrant scarlet
complexion: fair-skinned
height: five feet and eight inches
weight: one hundred and twenty pounds
faceclaim: danielle victoria perry
voiceclaim: lana del rey

distinguishing features: her red, scarlet hair and petite size compared to most in the seelie court. verena's clear yet melodic tone of voice. she has quite emerald eyes; however, in the correct light, it looks clear and "see-through", so when she looks at someone, it may seem as if she can see "through" your soul. last but not least, she has crystal clear, almost iridescent butterfly wings that is as big as she.

body modifications: none
clothing style: airy, floaty clothing are best suited for the petite, slender young woman. she isn't one to dress immodest or one to wear clothings that are too bright. verena likes wearing pure-white attires, sometimes switching between monochrome colors as the attire that makes her feel a little more "ethereal". verena doesn't wear too much jewelry that "pops" into your face, but does have some silver rings on her finger and bangles on her wrist and ankle

personality:

likes: nature, experimenting, tricking, secrets, night skies, being in control, fruits, walking bare foot, loop holes, animals, singing, learning magic and reading on topics, riddles
dislikes: boredom, shadowhunters, not being in control, dirtiness, spoiled fun, burnt leaves destroyed forest, nature turned upside down, destruction of her kingdom and realm
moral alignment: lawful neutral
mbti: entj-a [the commander]
loyalty? the seelie queen

strengths: she is quite agile due to her slenderness, and she can fit into small spaces due to her small build. at the same time, verena is very good with her words so she can definitely persuade someone just as easily and have them wrapped around her finger. verena is knowledgeable, especially in researches and information on specific topics. she practically has photographic memories. at the same time, verena is excellent and very skilled with her magic, probably one of the best in her court. verena has great hearing, being able to hear from miles away and she is even soft padded, always able to step on the ground without a sound.

weaknesses: verena is prone to making deals with people, of course, she can't deny the temptation and desire to do so, especially when it's something she loves doing. at the same time, verena isn't one to get her hands dirty and definitely has no muscle mass on her. she is quite "fragile" and rarely can pick up anything that heavier than herself. verena doesn't like welding weapons, perhaps "manipulating" them, but never touching them, especially ones with iron as they weaken beings such as herself.

vices: - cold [ruthless] and aloof [withdrawn]
verena doesn't understand emotions. she's considered cold and quite frankly, never really thinks about how her words may offend someone. she's only been around those in her court, but even then, the girl is not attached to anyone unless it is the seelie queen, nature and its beauty, and animals. verena is considered odd as she has never ventured out beyond the walls of the faerie kingdom: the library, the court meeting areas, and gardens [everyone comes to her]. she is quite antisocial unless she is bored and will usually find someone to have their mind's all frazzled and a mess. verena is a little withdrawn, despite being a little more lighthearted than unseelies, verena is a little odd compared to most seelies.

- manipulative and cunning
she's the embodiment of a fae creature. verena loves tricking others, especially manipulating them to the point that they have fallen in her web. she is clever and cunning as she never gives out her secret and is usually "mum's the word". but, nevertheless, she is sly with her words and carefully uses them in a way that would benefit her. she's careful and observant to the point that she analyses every action and ideas before implementing them. most faes, if they have heard of the faerie princess verena of the seelie court, they would do well to not all under the princess' gaze or they would fall prey to her schemes.

- vindictive and seductive
verena, when provoked, is quite the character. she is never one to temper with or even fool unless one deserves a death warrant. due to her extremely cunning nature, she would never outrightly show her disgust or distaste, in fact, she becomes quite the opposite. she is more polite and has manners of quite the lady, but underneath that polite smile is a mind working up a plot to have the person who has angered her "done away with". at the same time, due to her beauty and fairness, the young princess uses it to her looks to her advantage to have others do her work for her so she doesn't need to get her hands dirty.

- impatient and intolerant [dominant]
at times, the young woman can be impatient, always wanting things now. she doesn't have time or spare time for nonsense and likes things straightforward. however, at the same time, it's her way or the highway. she doesn't take to being told what to do easily and would rather be the one in position of control if it was ever up to her. she is competitive and would stop at nothing to get people to where she wants them to be. verena can be controlling

- last but least, the young woman is secretive. she never lets anyone close to her or let alone know much about her. she may speak a lot but even then, when you think back on it, one realizes she actually didn't tell you well, anything. despite being a straightforward and "truthful" being, the young girl takes pride in being able to selectively and slyly leave out information for her own advantage. nevertheless, she holds a lot of secrets, thanks to being in the seelie court.

virtues: -alluring and mysterious
the young woman is one of many secrets, which makes her that much more intriguing. she's always been the "talk" of the court and the commonfolks, especially those within her kingdom. no one knows verena well enough to actually speak of her in a cruel or nice manner. of course they have heard of her ways of "playing" with others when she is bored, but nevertheless, the young woman has always been magnetic. everywhere she walks, people flock towards her, usually to "hover" over her, but neverthless, verena doesn't mind as she sometimes like the attention that is place on her. at the same time, she especially likes it when others try to figure out and she only gives them more riddles to confuse them even more.

- patient and calming
verona isn't reckless, nor is she one to get dirty so easily. she has a calming aura in the face of danger. she isn't one to be skittish or would allow herself to put her head first in the face of danger. she is calm and collected, never one to freak out or panic. some may consider her indifferent, but honestly, she just doesn't allow herself to feel fear as she is fearless.

- observant and analytical
despite being impatient and wanting things done her way, she will never, ever, go recklessly into "battle" or into an argument without having her arguments backed up by her facts and what she knows. verena observes before she attacks, making her that much more dangerous and analytical. she watches everyone's body languages, movements, and even the tiniest sounds. she , quite frankly, can definitely be someone who studies behavior very well to know what someone may want and desire.

- confident and charismatic
she walks with her head held high, her shoulders width apart, and moved with poise and grace. when she walks, it's as if she's floating on air due to her elegant and confident nature. she would never second guess herself and has high self-esteem. due to the way she holds herself with prestige, she is considered a "looker" and someone with great charisma.

- honest and intelligent
being a fae, she can never tell a lie. however, because of this, she may bend and twist her words to find loopholes in her words. because of this, verena is always found reading books and researching, making sure she is knowledgeable in every aspect of the world and whatever comes her way. she hates being taken for a fool and doesn't like surprises too much. verona is quite intelligent, always able to make her way through any situation without panicking. she is calm and alert. also, due to living for a much longer life span than most, verena is wise.

- curious and playful [child-like, lighthearted]
verena doesn't have any understanding of sense of space, but nevertheless, her curious mind works in wondrous ways. she's always ready to tackle on any new ideas and can be quite open-minded to an extent as long as it doesn't conflict with what she already believes in. because of this trait, she can be considered a motivated and determined woman. she always needs to question things and really just likes learning as she's always found in the library or some sort of archive. at the same time, she be quite playful, always playing some sort of pranks on those in her court. of course, she only shows this child-like side to those closer ones rather than the common folks. verena can be quite child-like, especially when discovering something new. Last but not least, the young woman can be passionate and full of life when she finds something she's interested in. She is fond of children's laughter and finds comfort in them. At the same time, music is something that she often likes to hear as well, especially the harp.

herstory:

family: forty-six || alive || mother
four || alive || pet turtle
religion: n/a
languages: faerian, english, some demonic and nephiliam languages [if they are spells, she can't "cast" them as faes have their own magic]
theme song: all the king's horses - karmina
preferred weapon: she doesn't like using weapons and prefers chants

biography: born into a realm full of time lapses, change, and wonder, young verena was blessed from the beginning. she was born into royalty under the seelie court and was given everything that was right under her nose. she was unique, odd even, as a child. despite being socialized at a young age, being taught manners, how to uphold herself, knowing what to wear and how to talk, the young princess found a love for books, reading pass, well, normal "aged" level faeries.

nevertheless, she still played with those who came to visit her and were children of those in her court. but, she was more withdrawn than the rest of them, if anything, she sat on the sidelines either reading or just relaxing and enjoying the garden in her kingdom. at the same time, verena had been raised early on how to trick mundanes using loopholes in favors. the young princess caught on quickly how to practically anything she was taught and loved learning more about different subjects.

as time passed slowly, verena grew older, learning how to take things in stride, especially her walks in the garden. however, whenever it came to something she needed now, she demanded it quickly. the servants in her kingdom actually aren't close to the young princess as she keeps them at a distance. verena, even when she was small, was independent and a little bit cold. she never showed much feelings towards anyone but the animals, and the seelie queen.

boy, was that a time to capture! when her mother took her to see the seelie queen, verena was beyond enthralled by the queen. she absolutely loved talking to her as verena found the woman inspiring, admirable, even better yet intelligent. they got along fondly to the point that the queen even doted on her. the young princess showed more emotions with the seelie queen rather than even in her own kingdom! whenever verena wasn't with the queen, she wrote letters after letters to the queen as they corresponded to each other. sometimes, verena even went out of her way to visit the queen if the qyeen ever needed her assistance. verena treated the queen better than her own mother, but even then her mother was a little different. verena's father wasn't in the picture and it honestly didn't bother the young princess to ask her mother why.

despite being different, verena was loved by the people who surrounded her. it wasn't as if she treated them well, but verena, was definitely much "easier" to handle and like than her mother who was very high-maintence. the young princess was calmer, it was only when the princess was bored that the servants would get a little worried. [the princess loved pulling pranks on her servants, especially whenever she experimented with her magic and practiced her spells].

everything in the faerie realm was fine despite the fact that the young princess wasn't exposed to the world outside her kingdom, the seelie queen's kingdom, and the seelie court. although verena had never gone out of her way to meet the other faes under her, verena actually enjoyed researching about mermaids, pixies, and the likes, especially if they were a friend of her mother. she took every moment and chance whenever they were visited by other fae creatures. verena's life was well, that is, before the shadowhunters made their way into the realm and destroyed the peaceful life that she lived.

when the dark war came, verena was beyond frustrated and furious. she wanted so badly to help her queen but her mother made her stay put, not wanting her to get in the crossfire. so, to blow off some steam, verena continued to read and read. but if that didn't help calm her mind, she played music, her harp. she was furious at how many faes lives were lost. she grew restless as the war grew on.

but, when news of the war had ended reached her ears, verena was relieved only to find herself upset when her queen had lost the war. everyone had blamed them and the entrance to their realm had been close. verena was beyond hysterical, she demanded retribution as well as other things. verena was ready to "lawyer" up to help her queen. but, when the cold peace treaty came, verena was beyond spiteful. it was because of that treaty that her queen disappeared!

ever since then, verena had sent her guards out to search for her majesty, but to no avail. with each slow passing day, verena was in agony. she had lost some of her allies, those who came to hang out with her, even if she didn't want their company, they still came. verena had lost them to the war and the only allies she had left were the ones who are now paying the price of the result of the war.

verena would never show it, but for those past 5 years since the disappearance of her queen, she found herself a little lost, abandoned even. that feeling only made her more annoyed and vindictive. the life she knew before the war was gone and everything to her was just. . .dull and lifeless. despite not being the type of laugh often or even play often, she still enjoyed hearing the sound of children's laughter or even her allies' voices. but, the faerie realm hasn't been that lively since then.

time passed and after five years, by some twist of fate, one day when verena was out, watching her turtle, she had recieve news. oh, wonderful and good news! at first when she heard a meeting was called in the mundane world, verena scoffed at the idea. she honestly didn't think the portals would open, much less, would she want to step into the mundane world. however, when the messenger spoke of the seelie queen and a meeting was called because she had re-appeared, verena, after years of feeling depleted, sprung back on her feet and life surged through her once more. not taking any chances and just hearing the seelie queen was back made her eyes widen with tears. and it was in that moment, verena decided to take off from the faerie realm and into the mundane world to the meeting where she could reunite with her queen.

other: verena is very much one with nature: from the high leaves connected to branches on trees, to underneath the ground where the root of the trees lies. she has eyes and ears everywhere and they are mostly on the fae's side, afterall. at the same time, verena very much loves scenic areas, loving the peacefulness that it brings her when she wants to be alone. she sings, to herself most of the time, or the animals around her.

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coding; allrightsreserved deer

 

[boyguro]

N A M E freyr of the unseelie court
A L I A S freyr
A G E twenty-eight
B I R T H D A Y april 6th
Z O D I A C aries
P . O . B . faerieland
G E N D E R male
S E X U A L I T Y heterosexual
S P E C I E S faerie

E Y E S green
H A I R dark blonde
C O M P L E X I O N fair-skinned
H E I G H T six foot one
W E I G H T one hundred and fifty five pounds
F C daan van der deen
V C chris pine
D I S T . F E A T U R E S strong jawline, big & bright forest green eyes
B O D Y M O D S none
C L O T H E S very casual, comfortable clothes. always wearing sweats, faded sneakers and whatever t-shirt is clean with a random old hoodie over it.

V I C E S
- childish; despite looking like a grown man, freyr is actually a man-child. immature, impatient, whiny and most likely to throw a tantrum whenever he doesn't get what he wants, it's almost ridiculous how he can be in his 20's yet act like a five year old.
- impulsive; freyr is the type of person to be described as only having one gear, and anytime he's put in a fight-or-flight or uncomfortable situation, already being relatively slow and not the brightest bulb in the box, his brain shuts down and he'll act on his first gut instinct.
- defiant; if you tell freyr not to smack his head on the wall, he will have a concussion in the next three seconds solely because you told him not to do something. his anarchistic spontaneous behavior crosses the line of simply not liking his freedom restricted and anytime he feels something or someone is trying to control him he'll lash out and wreck everything in his path.
- hot-headed; if freyr so much as doesn't like you, he will find any excuse to clock you on the side of the head. he's extremely easy to anger over the smallest of inconveniences such as accidentally tripping him over or running into him on the street, and his reactions to said circumstances tend to be less than rational.
- overly emotional; freyr's emotions control him more than he controls them, and he tends to be overwhelmed by overthinking or paranoid thoughts, he doesn't understand how to process feelings without an immediate, violent response and therefore has many difficulties maintaining stable relationships.
- gullible; freyr can be painfully vulnerable sometimes and easily persuaded into believing something such as "look! there's a horse behind you!" or into extremeties like doing deeds for somebody he thought cared about him but very evidently didn't.
V I R T U E S
+ bold; overlooking his many problems with impulsivity and reckless action, freyr is incredibly corageous and he's not afraid to take the first step into battle to protect those he cares about.
+ empathetic; although freyr may not be able to provide facts or logical solutions to any problems you may have, he's one hell of a listener, much more understanding than he may seem, and will always offer his shoulder to cry on and a vent release.
+ giving; freyr is far from selfish and upon seeing those less fortunate than him, he's overcome with sympathy, though not pity, for them and goes out of his way to give what he can to others around him.
+ persistent; no matter how many times you knock freyr down, he'll always get back up. he'll never give up on hope and keep fighting, even if he's the last one standing with no one to back him up.
+ loyal; contrary to the reputation most faeries are given, freyr is neither twisted nor manipulative and would never stab anyone in the back, if anything he's one of the most honest, reliable and true-hearted people you'll ever meet. if he hates you, you'll know, if he loves you, you'll know, and if you're close enough to depend on him, you can bet he'll always have your back.
L I K E S candy, race cars, pirate movies, video games, the smell of cinnamon, rock music, sports (specifically basketball), skateboarding, stickers, fridge magnets, dogs, snow
D I S L I K E S cigarettes, reading, school, authority, boring pets, cranky old people, needles, getting in trouble, airports, food commercials (because he can't eat them)
S T R E N G T H S hand-to-hand combat, speed, black belt in jiu-jitsu, fast reflexes
W E A K N E S S E S iron, holy water, his real name, steel, inability to think quickly, poor hiding skills
M . A . chaotic good
M B T I enfp-t
S E E L I E O R U N S E E L I E ? unseelie king

B I O freyr was born a single child into a low-ranking seelie family in faerieland. irrelevant throughout the land and lacking in riches, elegance and mannerisms, they were considered peasants. despite this, freyr was oblivious to his familys status and grew up as normally as a faerie could, he was the light to his parents life, an energetic and high-spirited kid, however clearly behind on social norms and acceptable behavior. he was much too jittery and spastic, impatient and fidgety and absolutely insufferable around adults or "well-raised" kids.

at the age of five his father passed away and his mother fell into a deep sadness. in spite of being difficult and having a terrible temper, he had always had a great relationship with his parents, and though the death of his father hurt him greatly, he knew it was more important to show compassion and love for his mother. well aware of his reputation, freyr put everything aside, his hobbies, sports, interests, and made his goal to repair the broken connections between his family and make something out of it. it was only right after he'd decided so that his mother became pregnant with the child of a seelie named lucius, and together, having only known each other a few weeks, they had tristian.

only tristian was a sickly child, and so he was switched for a mundane baby. over the next five years as freyr did all possible for his family to propsper, neither his mother nor his step-father paid him or his efforts the slightest amount of attention, preoccupied with "their" newborn baby and how simply perfect he was, despite having different blood running through his veins. with a great five year difference, tristian got his "family" further during his childhood than freyr had during his entire life, his endgoal to become a seelie knight. feeling defeated and neglected by the only people he'd ever wanted to make proud, at the age of nineteen freyr found himself having run away from his home, preaching a newfound loyalty to the unseelie king and burying his fidelity to the seelie queen.

he lived in his own solitary for many years until the dark war came and he fought alongside those who wished to defeat sebastian, and it was there in one of the last battles that for the first time since he'd become an orphan, that he came eye-to-eye with his now eighteen year old brother, grown, and wiedling a weapon, his allegiance strongly bound to the seelies and consequently, sebastian. impulse, anger, rage, they all took over and before he knew it the lightning tension that had struck between them upon clashing their swords against each other soon faded, along with the last of light remaining in his adoptive brother's eyes. it wasn't until the dark war was over that it sank in what he had done, and the weight it would sink onto his mother's shoulders having once again loved and lost. wanting to return home but knowing he couldn't, it was then that the cold peace treaty was signed and freyr's guilt and shame violently turned to agitation.

for what seemed like an eternity, freyr lived in resentment, denial and acrimony. everythnig he'd worked for was gone, and he had no family left to go to. none except his half-brother, his unknown half-brother living somewhere in the mundane world. after much bitterness left on his tongue and apathy for the seelie queen's disappearance, he set out to make small trips to the mundane world, different countries, specifically in somewhere called scandinavia as he clearly remembered his mother mentioning it to him one day, doing anything and everything he could to find his last shred of family. every once in a while he'd set back to faerieland, sulk in his home, return, and repeat. the cycle has yet to repeat two years on, however it won't. not until he finds him. not until there's no hope left, and freyr would never accept that.

he would never lose hope.

F A M I L Y callista of the seelie court; mother; alive;
gideon of the seelie court; biological father; deceased;
lucius of the seelie court; step-father; alive
tristian of the seelie court; adoptive brother; deceased
unknown; biological half-brother; unknown
R E L I G I O N not religious in any way but hasn't looked into it or thought enough about it to come to a decision
P R E F . W E A P O N his fists

 

[spectro]

name:
Sunil Raahk

alias/nickname:
Sunni

age:
20

birthday:
01/03/1997

zodiac:
Pisces

place of birth:
Alicante, Idris

gender:
Male, He/Him

sexuality:
Heterosexual

species:
Shadowhunter

eyes:
Sunni's eyes are very dark brown, almost black. They have small flecks of gold which are invisible unless you're up close.

hair:
Sunni's hair is dark brown, and like his eyes, often appears black. its thick and naturally wavy. He keeps it short but always forgets to get a haircut and it ends up flopping over his ears.

complexion:
Sunni suffered from acne as a child, but he 'grew out of it'. Unfortunately, it left him with a few scars on his forehead and chin. Other than that, he's relatively unblemished.

height:
6'3''

weight:
142lbs

faceclaim:
Suraj Sharma

voiceclaim:
Avan Jogia

distinguishing features:
A scar on his neck, it runs from just under his ear to the back on his head.

clothing style:
Unlike most Shadowhunters, Sunni likes to dress in light coloured clothing. When he's out of gear, he'll wear skinny jeans with a pale t-shirt, often way too big for him. He dresses for practicality and comfort; not fashion.

personality
Sunni has always been taught the value of kindness. He values level-headedness and strength, but sees the benefits of love and family. Sunni is a quiet, yet confident guy. He's very, very polite and always makes sure that he tunes himself to people's boundaries. He is a brilliant judge of character and can tell instantly if someone is timid or shy, or if someone is open and happy. He can also see the good in people and more importantly, the bad in people. He doesn't like aggressive confrontation with other people, so he tries to speak his mind in a collected way and avoids being rude or hurtful. He is very open about how he feels, and if he's angry, he'll say something, if he's in love, he'll tell you.

One thing that Sunni prides himself for is efficiency. He takes no joy in killing demons, but he knows it is the only thing that can redeem humans. He's quick and precise and isn't one for fancy tricks or mortal combat moves. Sunni believes in preparation. He always saves ten minutes before a battle or a fight or even a difficult conversation, to prepare for the things he'll do or say, and he likes to gain knowledge on anything he does.

Sunni doesn't give away romantic feelings easily. Having never had a real girlfriend, he strongly believes that there is one person out there for everyone, but he just hasn't found her yet. Though some people think that Sunni is too calculated, too boring, he's far from it. Sunni knows how to lay back and take in the day. He likes to talk, to reflect. He loves nature and spends as much time as he can watching the sky or hiking. Sunni is a genuinely interesting person, and he also enjoys having a meal at night and talking to people he likes. He isn't a fan of being around negativity, and so tries to fill his life with people that make him laugh, that he can make laugh and that just generally have the same values as him.

likes:
- Sunsets
- Food
- Preparation
- Doughnuts
- Yellow

dislikes:
- Aggressiveness
- Being Stuck Inside
- Sushi
- Sleeping In
- Sadness

strengths:
- Sunni is a man know to 'get the job done'. He's concise in everything he does and isn't bothered about being a hero. He does what he has to do and nothing more.
- Sunni is good at being there just to talk to. He is very loyal, and you know you can count on him for a shoulder to cry on.

weaknesses:
- Sunni isn't very daring. He sticks to what he likes. He's not spontaneous. He misses out on a lot because of this.
- Sunni is sometimes a little too judgemental. Although he's often right about people, he sometimes doesn't give them a chance to change or to prove themselves.

moral alignment:
Lawful Good

mbti:
ESFJ-A

favorite rune:
The rune for precision is Sunni's favourite rune. Without flamboyance in his fighting style, he needs an extra edge to make sure that all his hits land, and that they land hard. He needs to know that if he's not doing backflips, he can be as precise as possible.

what is your opinion on downworlders?:
His parents always taught him to love without judgement, and so he treats Downworlders the same as anyone else. If they're kind to him, he's kind back.

what do you think of the cold peace?:
It worries him. He knows just how secretive and manipulative the faeries can be. He thinks that if they shut them out for too long, they'll do something worse that ever before. He's worried for the future.

biography:
Sunni spent the first ten years of his life in Idris. His family is very big, but being the youngest of the bunch, Sunni always felt like an outsider, like he was more of a cousin to his siblings.

By the time he was ten, all of his siblings had branched out into the world, and it was just Sunni and his parents, Samara and Rajesh. His parents became more involved with the Clave as the Dark War started, especially when the wards of Alicante came down. His parents both went to fight, while Sunni stayed with the rest of the children in the Hall of Accords. He will never forget the sight of his eldest sister, Jamilla, her eyes dark and distant, as she rode into the hall, covered in blood, slashing at the elderly and the young alike. He remembered her face as she slashed at him, her blade cutting his neck. He remembered the rush of blonde hair, a stranger who had saved him.

Ever since the dark war, his parents have been very bitter. Out of his eight siblings, five died. Jamilla was one of them. Killed by the clave. Samara and Rajesh were torn. They're daughter had been killed by the very organisation they were a part of, and yet, they didn't believe that Jamilla was their daughter anymore. They talked badly of the faeries, saying they were ungrateful and cruel. Sunni stayed out of the negativity, although it was hard to say 'they're not all like that' when he didn't even know if that was true. When Sunni was 13, He moved to London with his parents. Then to Tokyo and even to his parent's homeland; India. After a few years of traveling, his Mother and Father decided to move back to India. They wanted to distance themselves from the clave. So, when Sunni was 19, he decided to move to San Diego. He had heard good things about the institute there, and knew that his parents needed to finally be alone. He was a big boy, and no matter what, he knew that he was meant to be a shadowhunter.

family:
Rajesh Raahk / 62 / Alive / Father
Samara Raahk / 60 / Alive / Mother
Samara Raahk / 36 / Alive / Sister
Samara Raahk / 34 / Alive / Brother
Samara Raahk / 32 / Alive / Brother
Jamilla Raahk / 26/ Deceased / Sister
Rojaan Raahk / 23 / Deceased / Brother
Abdil Raahk / 21 / Deceased / Brother
Anya Raahk / 19 / Deceased / Sister
Guthra Raahk / 19 / Deceased / Sister

languages:
Punjabi (broken)

theme song:
Still Got Time - ZAYN

preferred weapon:
Seraph Blade

 

[tsuneni]

werewolf male
tba later in the rp​

 

[thepression]

I

Z E N O

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basicname zeno kijek
alias zen, kij
age 216
birthday 27/07/1801
zodiac leo
place of birth london, uk
gender cismale he/him
sexuality pansexual
specie vampire

appearanceeyes light blue
hair blonde
complexion pale
height 5'11
weight 72kilograms
faceclaim antoine-olivier pilon
voiceclaim jude law
distinguish figures his eyes
body modifications various scars on his back and torso
clothing style innocent child
bite mark on his forearm, a little below his wrist

in depthvices
vindictive - zeno doesn't forget, ever, and he won't be at peace until he has paid you back for whatever you have done to upset him, no matter how stupid or ignorable that was.

careless - zeno doesn't really know what he is doing most of the time, a little danger is always fun.

impatient - if he wants something, he wants it immediately, waiting is psychically painful for zeno. he starts to get upset and pace, sighing and groaning until he has it in his hands.

manipulator - with a few seemingly casual words and questions, zeno may be trying to influence your decisions in his own favor.

childish - his 216 years aren't of much help to his infantile personality. if zeno sees something he wants, he must have it; if he doesn't like something, he tries to get it out of the picture. would be easier if instead of a vampire with supernatural strenght it was a child demanding these things.

virtues
courageous - fear is not something zeno is aware about, from jumping into a difficult situation to confronting someone supposedly stronger than him zeno doesn't back out.

energetic - though those who know him can't stand his inability to stay still, many find it amazing how fastly he could go from being interested into something to loving another in the blink of an eye. he never tires.

sincere - unless lying is required, zeno tells the truth mostly, even if it is not an easy one to hear. he isn't very delicate either, often realising too late or not at all that it would have been better to mind his business.

curious - considering that zeno hasn't learned how to read and write until 1848, there are many things he wants to learn about, from history facts to someone's secret.

observant - when zeno is silent, he is judging a situation: the feelings he get from it, the surroundings, etc. he doesn't miss any detail, and in most cases, in the end, he has the perfect picture.

likes
stargazing, old photographs, the colour black, blood, cats, libraries, fairy tales, car rides, rain, whiskey, rain
dilikes
putting in order, other downworlders, small spaces, insects, being corrected, swimming, bees, drugs
strenghts
enhanced abilities (strenght, velocity, agility); strong memory, he has barely forgotten anything of his 216 years;
weaknesses
zeno is often undecided between choosing good or evil; he has always had trouble controlling his thirst;
moral alignment true neutral
mbti the adventurer
what age were you turned 19

backstory
zeno was born in the heart of the industrial revolution, london, and being an orphan he grew in a workhouse. such places were terrible, the food was disgusting and they gave you little of it, and those who were supposed to help you mistreated you. he wasn't the only orphan to think that, so together with a group of children zeno ran away. but they were barely over seven, how could they survive on the street? the answer was right in front of their eyes. many industries hired children in exchange of keeping them off the streets and giving them a meal, so zeno and his friends jumped at the occasion. obviously, they didn't realize that they worked twice as hard as adults practically for free, so they went on like this for almost nine years. some of his friends left, others fell ill and passed away, and when zeno's fourteen birthday arrived he also was sent away in order to assume a younger child. unsure on how to procure himself food, zeno started to do a variety of jobs: from selling journals on the street, being a chimney sweeper, to pickpocketing. his luck accidentally came the day he tried to pickpocket the wrong person, sir frederick sharpe. he was caught, but instead of reporting him, sharpe took him in as his helper. there were a few odd things about the man, such as the fact that he lived in a windowless mansion, or that he would not go out during the day, but unlike his precedent employers sharpe treated him well. zeno was the only person frederick saw for days sometimes, and though at first he had tried to tame the boy's childish attitude, he learned to care for him as a son. everything went swimmingly until zeno's nineteenth year, when he contracted smallpox, and after passing painful feverish days in bed he thought there was no way he would have survived. but sir sharpe had a different opinion, because during those days he had been fighting with himself about whether to make zeno like him, or to leave him to his pain and ultimate death. in the end his affection for the boy won, and frederick turned zeno into a vampire. zeno was buried in a small camp by sir sharpe's property, to not have other suspicious of his impossible recovery, and then returned him to life with a warning. sharpe explained everything he could of the shadow world and of others downworlders, of survival as a vampire and how to use his abilities; upon learning all of this, finding out that he was now an immortal, zeno was terrified, but with time he learned to like that idea. frederick only had two months to teach the newfound vampire how to fight before a crowd of infuriated londoners came knocking at his door, wondering how it was possible they had seen the supposedly deceased zeno coming out of a brothel late in the night. he was forced to run away, and from then on he was always on his own. even though the adventurous blonde tried to stay out of trouble, he found himself involved directly in more than a few historic events: the crimean war, the introduction of school boards, both world wars, the great depression and ultimately the demolition of the berlin wall. during these years he has mostly moved between european countries, not wanting to risk anyone noticing his inability to age, and in the beginning of the 2000's he decided to move to norway, where he quietly passed his life until the dark war. truth to be told during all his life zeno had been wary of other downworlders, ignoring them completely most of the time, but in the end his crave for adventure had him fighting. he lost nothing during the war, so the years that followed went by quietly.
family ??? / supposedly dead / father
??? / supposedly dead / mother
relationships frederick sharpe / alive / sire
religion agnostic
languages english, german, norwegian, italian, french
theme song x

CHILD OF THE NIGHT
coded by nymphadora.

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name: Jong Hyeon-Na
alias/nickname: Yi
age: 194
birthday: October 23rd
zodiac: Scorpio
place of birth: South Korea
gender: male he/him
sexuality: pansexual
species: warlock

eyes:
hair: It's usually wavy but he flatirons it whenever possible.
complexion: his skin is fairly light since sunbathing has never really been his thing.
height: 6'0"
weight: 142
faceclaim: Kim Ji-Sung
voiceclaim: Nam Joo-Hyuk
distinguishing features: His facial expressions that always seem to make sure you're feeling judged by him at all times.
body modifications:
-He has numerous tattoos over his hands and face. The ones that can be seen regularly don't have much meaning but he does have one on the lower part of his back with the exact lunar phase when his best friend died some years ago.
-He has a centimeter wide scar from his collarbone to navel.
clothing style: 1 2 3
warlock mark: He has long snake fangs that can fold back into his mouth like an actual snake. The produce venom as well but the venom paralyzes instead of causing serious wounds. He also has a patch of black scales on his arm that he incorperated into his tattoo.
magic color: black

Hyeon-Na is a fairly level-headed individual and has always been that way. He's not one to rush into things or start fights easily or at all. He's actually pretty apathetic in most situations which give people the feeling that he doesn't care at all, which is usually what he's trying to make them think. His relationships with others are carefully selected since he prefers watching the way people interact and carry themselves before approaching them. if he likes you, he makes it known himself. He chooses companions pretty sporadically and ends them like that as well.
Even though he has a poker face most of the time, he isn't one to not retaliate if bothered. He overlooks some insults to his own person but he does have a protective nature and hates seeing others picked on if they don't deserve it. He has no problem with confronting the person face-to-face and even after that, he will drag on the punishment until he gets bored.
Hyeon-Na isn't the person you come to when you want to act goofy and such but he is a good listener and gives good advice. He loves intellectual conversations more than anything and has a high appreciation for those who can entertain him.
likes: history, fine arts, classical music, hiking, reading, visiting new places, anything strawberry flavored, cartoons strangely enough, road trips
dislikes: people who dig into his past, dishonesty, ignorance, bullies, childishness, cold weather, bugs, heights
strengths: brave, trustful, caring
weaknesses: judgemental, apathetic, slow in decisions
moral alignment: true neutral
mbti: istj

bio
his mother thought nothing of the sharply dressed man who's words were so sweet they dripped of the vowels and hardened in the snow the night they met at a fancy party Seo-Ling's parents were holding on her 18th birthday. he wasn't on the invite list but had managed to slip in and Seo-Ling could have cared less if she had even known as she gazed at the handsome man before her. they had slipped out into the frosty air and he had covered her in the thick robe he had been wearing that was richly decorated and heavy from it. he gave her so many compliments she felt as if she'd burst and every time he looked into her eyes she seemed to melt. he had vanished sometime later that night and left her with his robe that she laid over herself as she went to sleep. he invited her out to tea and she agreed. sometime after, he cornered her and ruined her and the fancy robe she had brought to return turned into black moths and whipped past her face as she cried.
her parents were angry at their daughter but didn't kick her out and so she stayed in their large home and was tended to by servants. her pregnancy seemed extremely taxing on her body and she was sick most of the time as the child grew. when the boy was finally born, Seo-Ling passed away.
Nobody knew how exactly to react with the child with a patch of black scales on his arm. it could be a curse mark, it could be a blessing from a god. his grandparents decided to keep him with them and so that was that. He soon had his first birthday and the dol ceremony began. the grandparents prayed to the mountain god, Sanshin, and the birth goddess, Samshin. There was a food as well that only the other family members who had attended were allowed to eat since if outsiders ate, it would give the child back luck. his aunts and grandmother than prayed once more to the mountain and birth goddess for good wishes and then Hyeon-Na was dressed up in a dol-bok and the family ate once more. the main event was the toljibee where items were set in front of the child and had different meanings. Ironically, Hyeon-Na went straight for the thread, which stood for long life.

Hyeon-Na grew up to be fairly normal. he was stronger and faster than the other children which was to be expected, but his magic started kicking in as he grew older and others started speaking ill of the child with the scales. news traveled pretty fast and soon a monk was knocking on the family's door. his name was Chan-Ho and he said Hyeon-Na was special and could be trained at the monastery. his grandparents agreed, and off he went. Chan-Ho was a warlock himself and became Hyeon-Na's mentor since they were the only two of their kind. the other students were mostly the cursed ones who were stricken with forms of giant dogs and shadow-lurking bloodsuckers. Hyeon-Na was wary of them for a while until childish curiousty won over and he was soon befriending a younger werewolf boy named Jin-Tae. They both were competitive in nearly everything and it helped them grow their abilities as the two grew. Their differences caused their training to go into separate paths, however, and soon Hyeon-Na's training was burying his face into old books and using magic while Jin-Tae assumed pack alpha responsibilities and went on small missions. Hyeon-Na stopped aging when he was 20 and Jin-Tae soon began looking older as his battle scars started adding up and his pack grew. The pack had left the monastery's care some years ago but always repaid their thanks and protected it. Hyeon-Na would always make time for his friend and began realizing their time together was short.
He had no idea how true those words were.

Vampire clans started popping up and they had no loyalty to the monastery and began becoming threats as they attacked townspeople and had scuffles with vampires. The citizens grew worried of the clash of supernatural beings and didn't know how to protect themselves. the tension was high until a vampire finally broke the thin layer of peace by outright attacking a werewolf in their territory and was mauled, resulting in a battle. Hyeon-Na was awoken that night and was told to get ready to fight.

he joined the battle field and immediately found his friend and the two fell into a natural sync and vampires were downed left and right. they drove off the vampires and thought they had a victory until angry townspeople attacked from all around. nobody knew what to do since their main mission all along had been to protect the citizens of the town and injuring them went against that. most of the group decided to flee while newer recruits wasted no time leaping into the fray. Hyeon-Na and Jin-Tae turned tail as well and almost made it until Jin-Tae was shot with an arrow. an arrow could do little to bring down a werewolf and Hyeon-Na waited for his friend to quit joking around and get back up. he didn't move. Hyeon-Na pulled out the arrow from him friend's chest and watched blood drip of the silver arrowhead. he didn't have time to react when a man jumped from the bushes with a wooden stake and stabbed him and dragged it down so Hyeon-Na was gutted like a fish. He crumpled to the ground.

the human had mistaken Heyon-Na for a vampire, hence the wooden stake and the wound wasn't too deep. he awoke to the wound full of pus and spent hours healing himself with magic until he was so tired he passed out. He woke up and was able to walk but didn't want to leave his friend's body. Hyeon-Na knew his friend wouldn't want him loafing around his dead body like a sap and Hyeon-Na finally gathered himself together and went on, but made sure to snap the arrow that killed his friend and take it with him. a reminder.
the monastery had been ravaged and burnt to the ground. most of the residents had taken an oath not to harm humans, and it seemed to have been their undoing. they hadn't raised a fist to the assault. Hyeon-Na said his blessings to his now departed brothers and searched amongst the ashes for anything to take with him since he couldn't stay in this place of misery. the books in the library were untouched since they had been spelled to be harm-proof and Hyeon-Na packed the spellbooks and left.

he took many odd jobs even though he could easily spell up some money but he was used to working. he was a streetfighter for a long time, then moved on to a fisherman and a teacher. he didn't have people that were close to him for many, many years. he instead took lovers that he eventually broke off from because he didn't want to get close to another person again. he practiced his magic as often as he could and practiced his hobbies. life grew dull quickly, and soon he was ready to fade until h heard about tension with the shadow hunters and one of their own who betrayed them and was getting ready for a war. Hyeon-Na was still roaming about in South Korea at the time and had never been anywhere else. America would be something new, something fresh. The war made it even more interesting. and so, Hyeon-Na made the trip. he didn't fight in the war since he was unsure if either side were right in their beliefs, but it was an interesting experience. his magic knowledge was quite adept and soon he had people coming to him to make deals and whatnot. he never asked for money, but instead items of value, of worth. it was interesting to see that people would part with treasured things for money or someone to get out of the picture. did the item really have worth if it was traded off? it made life interesting once more and so Hyeon-Na decided to stay. he felt the tension from another war brewing as well. even he knew it was important, and he soon found himself joining the cause. who knew where he'd end up?
mother: Seo-Ling/deceased


religion: none



other: wears a silver arrowhead as a necklace and never takes it off.
languages: korean, english
theme song:
preferred weapon: bow and arrow

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