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[The Shadow Realm]

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-Personal Information-

Likes (List them.)

Dislikes (Once again, list them.)

Goal(s) (Either list them or write them out, I won’t dictate how you do it.)

Your Deepest Fear(s) (You know the drill by now. List them my peeps.)

Personality (Actually write this one out please.)

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[The Shadow Realm]

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-General-

Alias: Azrael "The Fallen Angel", Aluquin "The Twin Sister" (Aluquin is Wynn's sister, not a middle name.)

Age: Their age is thought to be roughly around 25, however due to their isolated upbringing this might not be correct.

Gender: Wynn is presumed to be a male based solely on both their stature and appearance. This topic is actually rather debated however, as they seem to identify by whatever term people throw at them, further confusing the people who attempt to guess. They have been shown on occasion to prefer one or the other though, and often switch it around when addressing themselves.

Sexuality: Who honestly even knows? Wynn probably doesn't even know the answer to this question themselves, as they've been far too busy for such trivial matters.

Nationality: German, if not evident enough by their last names.

Species: Wynn is still technically a human being, however due to demonic possession he now falls into the range dubbed "Daemonic". Daemonic beings are created when a human soul successfully pairs with that of a demon's in a twisted harmony. This enables the two to both benefit from the combined powers of the conjunction, however at the cost of degrading the host's sanity as the years pass on.

Faction: The Corrupted Rose


-Physical Characteristics-
Due to them wearing a full suit in all occasions, nobody knows the exact appearance of Wynn much like their gender. The only leads thus far is that they had an identical twin named Aluquin, who had a sole picture taken of her cannibalizing a group of freshly killed soldiers.

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Hair Style: Wynn's hair is rather long, and it flows freely from underneath his helm in a brazen nature. It is unknown why exactly he keeps it at this length given that it poses a hazard, however maybe it has meaning to him in some odd way.

Hair Color: His hair color is mainly a warm chestnut brown, however at the tips it fades into a light seafoam blue. The unnatural hair color is not of his choosing though, as it only began to show upon his initial possession.

Eye Color: His eyes are a mixture of emerald green and a crisp ocean blue, with the green mainly present in his irises and the blue focused solely on his pupils. In some odd way, Wynn notes it as a form of symbolism. The green of his eyes represents the control he still has over his own body, while the blue is that of his sisters.

Skin Color: Meyer's skin color is pale to the point people often ask if he feels well. It doesn’t matter how much sun he receives, it always remains the same dull color as always. Despite being such a murky color however, he miraculously doesn’t burn in the sun.

Height: 6 feet tall. They're rather tall, to be frank, which makes some doors his heads worse nightmare.

Weight: Around 176Ibs, which is actually pretty light for his height. He should probably eat some more, however he doesn’t really get the munchies all that often.

Scars: Scars adorn Wynn's body like skin-born tattoos. They dance together all around his figure, seemingly rejoicing at the pain they once afflicted upon him. Despite that however, there are major etches among the cracks that show clearly on his body. The most prominent is that of a werewulf bite, which shines brightly with his mutilated right arm as its beacon. Due to his demonic side however, he is yet to be affected by it.

Tattoos: He has none, as why would he cover up the tattoos nature generously gave him?

Body Type: Meyers is what people usually refer to as an endomorph. He is not too skinny, and actually has quite a bit of muscular definition throughout his body. His body is also rather uniform, with each side of his body in near perfect union with the other side. After years of working on the battlefields, Wynn's body has become sculpted to fit his needs.



-Personal Information-

Likes

-Dogs. To be honest, who doesn't love a good boy? Dogs are known as man's best friend for a reason, and that's because they actually care for us unlike those damn cats. Did you know a cat will only wait two days before eating its owner? A dog, on the other hand, will wait up to a week before resorting to eating their master's flesh. Which one seems more loyal now, hm?

-Guns. Now that the age of swords is drawing to a close, guns have begun to fill that void. Why risk your life to get a good stab in when you could just shoot them?

-A little bit of carnage. This might not seem all that odd for a hunter, however the pleasure Wynn takes in mutilation is bordering on the mentally deranged side. Every incision she makes causes her to feel waves of pleasure as it continues onwards. With every tear in the skin, each peeling back of muscular fibers, the dancing nature of severed tendons, it doesn't matter. It all nests the same reaction from her, that of a sickened sense of enjoyment. This is not her true nature however, as she would never derive satisfaction from hurting any creature before her possession. That leads this twisted fantasy to her sister's mind, not her own.

-A bit of solace every once in a while. It helps relax the tension she’s racked up and helps her calm down if a situation is severely bothering her. Due to these occasional acts of solace, Wynn is able to control the vortex of emotions twisting inside her. If it wasn't for these thoughtful breaks, who'd know what would occur?

-Tea. Especially if it has a bit of sweetness to even out the flavors. It helps her relax when she needs to calm down, much akin to being in the dark by herself.

-Jokes. Sure, she might be slightly evil but who doesn’t enjoy a good joke? Ever since her childhood jokes have enabled her to push forwards in moments of darkness. In many ways, even to this day, jokes still play a vital role in her well being.

-Consuming the corpses of the freshly dead. Perhaps it's the cause of her sanity slipping or a bizarre fetish she inherited from her sister being infused with her. Whatever the case was though, that doesn't stop the sickening wash of pleasure that fills her mind when she does consume a corpse. In her mind, the flavors are like fireworks of color going off with the ferocity of dynamite. It's a taste that defies definition and as such, she is addicted to it.

-The tinge of fear as a victim passes on by your hand. As the light of life drains from a fallen foes eyes, you can almost feel their terror entwined within your own mind. This feeling is a twisted display of connection for Wynn, one she lacks with many living people. In her eyes, nothing is more intimate than watching someone fade beside you. It is due to this that she often grasps the hands of the beasts she has slain, seemingly guiding them into the inky darkness of death.

Dislikes (Once again, list them.)

-Kids. It's not that she particularly dislikes kids, it's moreso the fact that she seizes up when confronted by one.

-High and mighty people. Nobody in this world is of importance over another, as the world is already filled with things that rival man. All around us the threat of destruction looms eerily in the distance, yet we have people thinking that nesting power will save them. This couldn't be further from the truth, as nothing can stop the end of days. Instead of trying to save themselves from a fixated fate however, they could instead start bettering the world we live in already. Just improving the world we live in today could make our end of days all the easier to bare.

-Cats. Wynn has never liked cats, the reason being is that they have a bad air around them.

-People who are too serious. These serious types have always kinda annoyed Wynn, as she has always been a sort of jokester herself. In her mind a good joke can be a beacon of light amongst an ever darkened world, and often thanks the creation of them for keeping her alive all this time.

-People who believe all monsters are evil. It is true that some monsters are the vile creatures you read in fairy tales, however not all creatures of the night are bad. Wynn has personally had experiences with both of these Yin and Yang counterparts and has discovered those who are good can be recognized at heart. Despite being monsters, many of these creatures would give up their stake in life for mankind's. The idea that those who'd sacrifice themselves are still criminalized makes her sick.


Goal(s) Wynn currently has no other goal in life but to finally put her twin sister to rest. It is unknown how exactly she'd do it though, as there isn't currently a way to unbind the soul of a demon from that of a human. This factor only powers her ambitions further though, as if it wasn't found out yet it must be possible someday.

Despite that goal; she does want to settle down one day. The idea of little terrors running around one day fills her mind with a warm feeling of ecstasy.


Your Deepest Fear(s)

-Letting her sister take the reigns. If this ever occurred it might spell the end for many innocent people. as her sister's mind is a dark bottomless abyss not softened by human feelings. Aluquin's mentality before dying was already sadistic enough to torture and maim people, so imagine the chaos and bloodletting she could inflict now. Due to this, Wynn has a failsafe built inside her own body for when that day eventually comes. She'd rather it not go off though, as it wouldn't end good for either of them.

-Going insane before she can complete any of his goals. Every passing day, corruption creeps through Wynn's skin with the pain of a hot iron. Although the corruptions spread itself is minuscule at best, the lasting effects of it mingling inside her body are still everlasting. Hallucinations already are commonplace for her, with projections of her among masses of mechanical spires being the most common one. Despite the minor annoyance of the hallucinations however, her mind also confuses reality and the false sense of it. In many ways, this fear is already becoming true.

-Death by falling. Heights have always been a terror for Wynn ever since she saw her sister die from her neck snapping. Something about the height, the state of being looked up at, terrifies her to the very core. Every time she is up on a ledge or even a roof, sour images of the past flicker in her head like ghastly candlelight.


Personality:
In the past, Wynn was a person who secretly hated the world. Growing up without parents left both her and Aluquin without someone to take care of them, which caused Wynn to rise to the occasion. From doing this, she also swore that she'd keep her sister safe. To fulfill that promise Wynn partook in the evils of the world to make sure her sister wouldn't have to do the same. In her eyes, she saw the world for what it truly was, for what humanity truly was. In reality monsters already existed, however humans were the real monsters in her eyes. Nobody batted a single glance as they walked the streets in rags, or when they were crumpled over from starvation. Mankind only cared if you gave them a reason to, which Wynn did to better their lives. Growing up doing vile deeds for mere specks of coin led her down the path of a burning hatred for everything humans stood for. Who could look at children starving to death and walk idly by to buy food at a stall nearby? It made no sense to her, which furthered the fire collecting inside her. This anger is what enabled her to survive though, as with it she learned to survive the sickness mankind actually was.

This feeling of hatred changed one fateful day however, the day they finally were given a home.

After being brought in by a group named Sacred Blood, her hatred boiled down to a low simmer. The people there showed affection to them and treated them as children should be treated. In their eyes was kindness, unlike the dulled glances in the clustered streets below. From there on, Wynn began to change under watchful eyes. As her childhood improved, as did her mentality towards the same people who had forsaken them. In her heart, she learned to forgive the evil people were capable of and found peace in the chapels the Sacred Blood provided. From that change, she sprouted anew and became a person who risked their own life to save others. This is what led her down the path of The Sacred Blood and her personality as a whole.

Upon possession however, her pure attitude curdled. As her mentality went into war with her sister's many aspects of her were replaced by Aluquin's. Although her side mainly prevailed, some aspects of her sister managed to hook into her like a caught fish. As such she gained a sadistic side to her personality - one which enjoyed the suffering of others around her. On top of that, her emotions became fogged - dulled by her sister's apathy towards everything about life. Despite the apathetic changes to herself though, she still harbors love deep inside her. It is just hidden with the rest of her self, locked without a key to pop it open.

Background
If asked to speak about her past, Wynn usually tries to avoid the topic. This was mainly due to how twisted her early life was, and the terrors that still arise from just the remembrance of it. All of her early life was spent shackled in chains by her twin sister, as both were tormented by animals masquerading as her parents. The vile nature that both of the twins suffered over the span of a decade still haunt her to this day, as no form of torture was enough for her fucked up parent's minds. Despite just being children they were often sliced up like pieces of a pig, bathed in a pool of skin melting chemicals and drained of their own life at specific moments in time. Each time one of them was beckoned by the call of death however, they'd somehow always jolt back to life. The only solace for them was death, and her parents wouldn't even allow them that blissful of a pleasure. This living hell went on for months, and as months turned into years, no shred of innocence was left in their bodies. In place of any love was that of hatred and the longing for it to all stop.

One day however, angels descended upon their home and slew the beasts that were her parents, thus releasing them from the hell that was their early life.

As their parent's limp figures were dragged out of their family home, a group known as The Sacred Blood's said that everything would be okay from there on. To the surprise of them both they kept this promise, and under the watchful eyes of the Sacred Blood's they began to live out the lives children were meant to have. In place of all the torment and ill-will they received from their own blood, people of all backgrounds helped make sure they were comfortable with their life. As the years passed, and as the foulness of her early childhood began to fade, Wynn was soon asked if she'd want to slay the same type of beasts her parents were. Without a moment of hesitation, she accepted the offer generously outstretched to her, thus inducting her into the ranks of the Sacred Bloods. With her being the youngest member in their ranks however, her beginnings were quite tough and each day felt as if it'd make her give out from a mixture of physical and mental exhaustion. Despite every aspect of her being screaming for her to quit, she pushed on with every last bit of strength she could harness. It was with this brash nature that she climbed up the ranks of the Sacred Blood's, and into that of a renowned "Tainted Hallow."

With her life going this smooth however, something was bound to break eventually. In place of it being herself however, it was instead that of her sister's neck.

As Wynn's life became ever consumed by that of hunting beasts, her sister Aluquin began to stray from the path the Sacred Blood's had established for her. In her mind it felt as if everyone was forsaking her, just as they did all those years ago when they were being mutilated in the darkness of night. In her head, the fragile amount of sanity that remained was cracking and there seemed to be no stopping it. Due to the ever-increasing gap between her and that of her twin, she began to distance herself little by little. This went on until she finally gave in and fled away from her home, and instead entered the murky streets of London. It was then she began to mess with human life, using the same tactics their parents had used on them as children. As the months went by, murders began to spread like wildfire in the slums of London. In the shroud of night, a serial killer had been killing and maiming woman in a brutal display. There were many killings to be found the whole of London, however the tale-tale sign of it being "The Ripper" was that of the mutilation and cannibalism of the lower female body. Many speculated who exactly this person might be, however the name "Jack the Ripper" was the most common term for them. As fate would have it though, this killer was in fact Wynn's sister Aluquin - one who was eventually caught in the act.

The day of her execution was the same time Wynn received the shocking news. In her mind, everything that mattered to her was gone. The only person she had ever loved, her only sister, was facing the gallows for the suspected murder of an innocent civilian. Upon reading the letter, Wynn rushed to the scheduled place of execution, figuring it all to be a simple mistake that could be righted if acted upon. As she made it to the hanging post however, the snap of a rope echoed throughout the cramped London streets. With tears streaming down her face, she shoved her way to the front of the crowd as gasps of awe trailed behind her. Upon breaching the crowd, she was met by her sister struggling to unhook the rope from her unsnapped neck. The rope failed to kill her instantly, so instead of a painless death, there was only the look of terror in her eyes. As Wynn attempted to clamber onto the stage however, she was promptly tackled by the men who littered the stage, and was instead forced the watch her sister's last gasping breaths as she passed on.

The day following the incident, her sister was laid to rest at an unmarked tombstone. For an entire day, Wynn laid on the freshly packed earth and wept over her loss. Everything she cared for was gone, her entire world vanishing with the snap of an executioners rope. With tears of anguish filling her head she began to curse the world and then began to think of a way to save her sister. Although it was a taboo act, Wynn desecrated the body of her sister in order to attempt her revival. As she completed a blood ritual she had once seen in a long forgotten book on necromancy, she waw Aluquin return to life - only to spew a thick pool of bloodied vomit before collapsing into her hollowed grave once more. With tears of sorrow filling her eyes, she drew the same symbol on her own body and then sealed her sister's soul into her own. As a result Wynn began to change, and many aspects of her disappeared that very night. Following the bonding of their souls, she was also expulsed from the Sacred Blood's, left to fend for herself with her mental state quickly falling.

As her mind was reaching its end, a group known as "The Corrupted Rose" found her and nursed her back to health. Due to the kindness shown in their gesture, Wynn thought it fitting to aid them in return. In her eyes, even to this day, she owes them her very life.



-Nimble nature. Due to his lightweight build, he is actually rather nimble. This graceful movement allows him to quickly escape from danger if he needs too, or dive headfirst into hell if he's required to do so.

-Gunplay. Wynn has used guns for over four entire years now, almost entirely in combative situations. Due to having to practice on living targets, his aim is actually pretty damn great. It isn't the pinnacle of his power yet, however the base he has at the moment can only lead to a stronger frame being brought up by it.

-Strategic mind. This strength is actually due to his sister and not of his own abilities. Despite his sisters twisted view on life, one thing he admires is her strategic nature. Every blow in Wynn's mind is processed by her, which often leads to many successful attacks. Without her intermingled inside his brain, his skills would be drastically diminished in the tactile sense.

-Magic. Being conducted into the guild "The Sacred Blood" at the age of a mere whelp has led to him becoming skilled in the arts of magic. As such, his network of spells is quite vast and he surpasses most who call themselves "Mages".


Weaknesses

-Extended time in the sun. This is brought on by his soul being infused with a demon's, and due to it his life underneath the big ball of fire is pretty shitty. Direct sunlight is actually a major problem for him, as each time it grazes his flesh it sends a wave of nausea into the deepest reaches of his guts. On top of that, his blood flow is also worse when under its exposure, preventing him from using hemomancy on the scale he usually does. To combat these negative aspects of the big bastard, Wynn wears a suit that fully envelops his body.

-Can lose control of his own self. Due to his partially demonic nature sprung from Aluquin, he can become entangled by her influence. When this occurs, Aluquin acquires partial control of his being, often leading him to become a different being as a result. When this occurs, he often loses the majority of his motor functions until his influence is regained. When activated, his mood can be either enraged or that of a complacent being that is empty as a porcelain doll.

-Not the best eyesight. Ever since he was a child, his vision has always had a slight fog in it for distant objects. It was nothing ever as bad for him to acquire glasses, however it still annoys him when he needs to focus off in the distance. This can lead to him misidentifying friend or foe considering how far they are away from him.
-Insanity

-Swordplay. Since he has mainly depended upon distance his entire life, he has neglected the arts of swordplay. He has started acquiring the basics just in case the need arises, however if a monster ever prevented him from using his magic he'd still be in deep shit.

-Typical demonic weaknesses. Iron is one of the major issues for him, as if it touches him it burns with the ferocity of a blazing iron. The other big issue is that of religious objects, as each time someone wields it in defense, it often causes him tremendous amounts of pain.

Skillset
-Hemomancy expertise. Due to his early childhood being spent in the halls of "The Sacred Blood's", his skill in hemomancy rivals that of the ones who lead it. With his base skill alone his access to hemomanic spells is quite vast, and that paired with his mana pool enables him to competently fend off various beasts with the art. His skill is furthered by that of his sister however, as she also was taught under the guidance of them. Instead of following the pure-blooded path though, she instead used corrupted blood for her spells. This intermingling of information has netted him a section of skills previously unknown by many hemomancy members, further collimating his power.

-Gunplay. You've gotta be a master of a few skills to be a skilled hunter. In Wynn's eyes, gunplay was one of those skills you just needed to know. Due to years of actual hunts, his skills with guns has increased exponentially. This has led to him knowing how to properly wield a weapon, and how to execute any being that stands in his path.

Power(s)

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Impurity - Impurity is a power that Elijah typically uses when the need arises, however avoids when other hunters are nearby. The reason he often avoids using it in public is due to the fact that it exposes him as a monster. When activated, the ability causes his body to become cloaked in a blue flame of sort, and with it he can typically use the powers attributed to a demon. This enables him to use various forms of dark magic and the demons strength, however at the costs to his own sanity. If pushed too far, this often leads to him snapping, in which he either passes out or goes mad for a short while.



Bloodlust - More of a passive ability, the more blood Elijah sees and absorbs, the greater his bloodlust becomes. Once bloodlust has reached the pinnacle of its stored power, it can be released in the form of demonic hemomancy. This causes a dense crimson mist to swamp the immediate area around him, which then precedes to consume anything that enters it. Due to its use not excluding allies, he often avoids using this power in its entirety.


Cry of Fear - Just as the name hints, this power deals entirely with fear. As a type of demonic magic, it uses an opponent's worse fears as a weapon in place of actually harming the victim. This leads to the unfortunate creature often giving up on its fighting, as the only thing going through their head is fear. As a user of this magic however, the same thing occurs to the caster. This leads to both sides experiencing the firm grip of terror, and why it is restricted only for capturing the most dangerous of creatures.

Firearms:
1873 Winchester Rifle


Jarre 10-Shot Pinfire Harmonica Pistol

 

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Oliver Beckett​

General:

Name: Oliver Beckett

Alias: The Masked Scourge

Age: 78

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: British

Species: Vampire

Faction: The Franklin Collective

Physicality and overall appearance:

Hair style: Oliver prefers to keep his hair short, however he'll often neglect grooming himself when busy with several cases at once.

Hair color: His hair color varies, with it being a dark brown when he's fed and healthy. If he goes without drinking blood for a while though it begins to go grey.

Eye Color: Oliver's eyes are orange and noted for glowing at night.

Skin color: Oliver's skin has noted for being rather pale, mostly from being out away from the sun for over fifty years.

Height: 6 feet 7 inches.

Weight: 180 lbs. Not like he really needs to get 'stronger' or put on more muscle. He's a vampire.

Scars: A large scar at his stomach from the bullet wound he obtained as a human. Various small scars litter his body as well.

Body type: If he were a human and wore less concealing clothing, he'd certainly be seen as strange. Long lanky arms and legs, mixed with a slim frame. He certainly doesn't look like someone who could easily throw three times his body weight. Thankfully his clothing makes him seem more muscular than he really is, even if it is just because he wears a coat all the time.

Clothing: Oliver is easily recognizable just by the fact he has a very select wardrobe. A wide brimmed hat, circular framed sunglasses, a scarf which covers the lower half of his face. He typically wears a pea coat or other long coat, with gloves which cover his hands. Simple slacks or trousers with a choice between simple dress shoes or boots. Its the fact he has a fairly consistent wardrobe that he's recognizable. That and his unsettling history.

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Personal Information:

Likes:

Coffee: Sure, it doesn't do anything for him anymore but it's rather nostalgic.

Opium: He used to smoke the stuff when he was human. It doesn't effect him at all now, but it's an old habit.

Cats: They're quiet, and don't run up on you like a dog.

Firearms: Oliver considers himself a firearm enthusiast and spends time collecting old and prototype weaponry.

Cynical Humor:Nothing like a good joke about the human condition.

Peace and quiet: He's had to deal with a lot of loud violence over the course of 50 years. Those moments of silence can really be quite nice.

Dislikes:

Dogs: They make a lot of noise, and can pose a dangerous threat when he has a job to do.

Tea: Absolutely disgusting drink. Stereotypes of the Brits loving tea are stupid.

The snooty rich: Honestly, go drown in your tea. Ponce.

Werewolves: It's nothing personal. They're just hard to take down.

Goals: Oliver was never really able to set a real goal very well. Not even small goals. He just wanders, doing his job in an attempt to keep the world a slightly safer place.

Deepest Fears:
Dying by fire. Not the best way to die.

Being trapped at the bottom of the sea. That sounds honestly even worse.

Personality: Oliver is a bit cynical and certainly one to mutter a few words under his breath if things go sour. Of course things would go that way. Melodramatic people and those who see themselves as some sort of 'tragic hero' or 'supreme being' are the ones he hates the most. He's had to deal with and exterminate more than his fair share of people like that. Monsters of any type are fine, just don't cause trouble. Honestly just don't make his job harder than it needs to be.

Backstory:
Oliver's story up until his transition is rather forgettable. Two loving parents, a decent education. Middle class life, with little financial issues. Not much to talk about, and his file in the Collective would agree with you. He joined the military in 1838 as a way to get some sort of career started, just in time for the start of the First Opium War a few months later. Soon he was shipped off to China to fight, managing to get himself wounded in the process. A large ball of lead right to the stomach ended his career right as it started. He managed to survive, but was stuck in a field hospital where his condition was worsening by the day. One night however, a vampire had found their way into the building, most certainly attracted by the various wounded and dying bodies that were meant to be an easy meal. Oliver just so happened to be that easy meal. The vampire had no intention of turning him into a vampire, just a stroke of bad luck as he was caught by a wandering soldier. Oliver never even knew what the vampire looked like.

Oliver's memory of those next few weeks were hazy. He remembers getting on a boat back to London and hiding in his room for most of the trip. His wounds were healed, but he felt wrong. He found himself in an alley, growing weaker and weaker. Perhaps he was sick? He remembers waking up in a bed, a group of men surrounding him. Then training. It wasn't until later that he learned who had saved him, and what they did. The Franklin Collective, the secret division, desperate for new recruits. Desperate enough to pull a dying vampire off the street and try and train them. Thankfully the effort wasn't in vain. Oliver proved himself an impressive agent of the Collective, thanks in part to the fact he had to learn quickly. Working for the Collective makes starting on the small fry hard because the mission is the big, bad scary wolf currently ravaging a village. Decades of having to fight things bigger, stronger, older, and scarier than you is certainly a way to learn the ropes quick. He's dealt the deaths of more than a couple of creatures that were rumored to be just legends. Working for the Collective for 50 years has led to him becoming one of the top agents, with his name becoming rather well known among the other factions. 'The Pure' seems to hate him in particular.

Abilities/Skills/Equipment:

Strengths:
-Excellent with most kinds of firearms, prefers the use of pistols and shotguns.

-Great knowledge of the various monsters that exist.

-Decent ability with hand to hand combat, mostly due to his strength and reflexes. Hardly because of his technique.

-Vampiric reflexes allow him to be incredibly nimble and move quickly

-Improvising. Being clever is what keeps you alive in a fight, and being able to come up with a solution with little time is a skill all of its own.

Weaknesses:
-The usual vampiric weaknesses

-Overall distrust of most other paranormal entities.

-He isn't charismatic, that's just a rumor about vampires. A very untrue one in Oliver's case.

-Fighting with any sort of melee weapon that requires finesse or training to be good with will prove difficult for him. Why use a sword when you have shotguns anyway?

Skillset:

Dual-wielding: Oliver is capable of holding a pistol in each hand and using them with superb accuracy, able to compensate for the recoil with his vampire strength.

Hemomancy: Oliver has learned a few bits of magic here and there, though he doesn't use it very often.

I'm sure there's a few more I could add, this'll probably be a work in progress.

Equipment:

Spoiler: Webley Break-Action Revolver, .455 Webley cartridge.

This is one of Oliver's weapons of choice, with the ammo becoming easy to locate or purchase as the pistol is widely popular among the police constables and other agents. The break-action mechanism allows him the reload the revolver quickly, as well as allow him to load a sorted variety of rounds. Standard, silver-coated and iron all loaded in a cylinder is more useful than you'd expect. With the creation of moon-clips, this has only made reloading the weapon even quicker.

Spoiler: Mauser C96 Semi-Automatic Pistol, chambered in 7.63 Mauser.

If you want a sturdy pistol that looks like an engineering masterpiece, you typically go German. This pistol is quickly becoming popular amongst the British Military officers, and even some of the agents of the Collective. The fact it loads itself makes follow-up shots easier, and the reload is quite fast once one takes the time to practice. A flurry of silver-coated bullets coming from this gun has even staggered a Werewolf before. Staggered it, mind you. Not killed it.

Spoiler: Burgess Folding Shotgun, chambered in 12 gauge.

A shotgun would normally be hard to conceal on your person, even with heavy clothing. In the forests, a Winchester 1897 would be perfect, but when you're in tight-spaces and crowded city streets, you'll find that concealment must also be a factor. The Burgess shotgun combines the firepower of a shotgun, with the concealability of a pistol. Sort of. The 12 gauge shotgun holds 6 rounds, and is cycled through by a interesting design which utilizes the grip of the gun, so as to not infringe on patents. The shortened barrel, as well as the leather holster that is included with the shotgun allows Oliver to carry it with him underneath his coat with no one any wiser. With the advent of slugs, it has proven to be quite useful against younger werewolves as well.

Spoiler: 2 Bore Pistol, custom made.

This is a big gun. Massive. Heavy. It fires a bullet way too large for something so small, and it's only useful against an elephant. This is essentially a pistol elephant gun, and fires the same 2 bore round custom made for the gun. Short enough for the rifling to have an effect on the bullet, but long enough to carry a huge punch behind it. This is an emergency gun, for when..say..a massive werewolf is coming Oliver's way. He's not using the pistol for regular use. The ammo is too expensive for repeated use and it shatters his wrist every time he uses it.

Powers:

WIP

 

[Miracleist]

• With Cape
• Without Cape

• 
  
  
  Artwork by Lee Do Kyung
  
• 
  
  
  Artwork by Lee Do Kyung
  

Alathea Nora Elwood​

• General
• Traits
• Goals/Fears
• Abilities/Skills
• Personality/Background

• 
  Alias: Allie (to friends); Elwood (formal)
  
  Age: 25
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  Nationality: Mongolian
  
  Species: Human
  
  Faction: The Corrupted Rose
  
  

  Likes	Dislikes
  Tea; any type	Coffee
  Killing beings of the night	Any being of the night
  Loyalty	Betrayal
  Cleanliness/Hygiene	Drugs/Smoking

  
  
• 
  
  Hair Style: Shoulder length with two braids looped on the side of her head.
  
  Hair Color: Black, on account of her Mongolian ancestry.
  
  Eye Color: Black, again on account of her Mongolian ancestry.
  
  Skin Color: Contrary to those of her ethnicity, she is remarkably fair though not to the extent of being sickly pale.
  
  Height: 5 feet.
  
  Weight: Around 120Ibs.
  
  Scars: Mostly a result of battles gone awry or the occasional backstabber. The scars are found mostly on her back, with a few in choice locations - one on the side of her neck and another on her belly.
  
  Tattoos: None
  
  Body Type: Lithe and lean. Her slim figure hides lean muscle forged in battle-hardened years.
  
• 
  Goal(s):
  
  - Eradicate all creatures of the night (or as many as possible)
  
  - Die of old age
  
  - Get rich (cleanly)
  
  Deepest Fear(s):
  
  - Getting killed by a creature of the night.
  
  - Dying someplace dirty.
  
  - Killing another human.
  
• 
  

  Strengths	Weaknesses
  Battle instincts; her acumen for battle is informed largely by her uncanny (possibly magical) ability to know how best to respond in battle	Lone wolf; fighting alone for as long as she did makes her terrible at fighting with others
  Naturally small target; combined with her agility, she's hard to hit	Terrible aim; a key reason why she prefers to fight alone
  Seamless use of magic; years' worth of battle experience has sharpened her ability to switch from physical to magical attacks	Low tolerance against the cold; ironic given her favoured element
  Substantial magical pool; a sorceress she learned her magic from once marvelled at the vast amount of energies within her	Low intellect; but wept at her lack of requisite intellect for the crafting and usage of magical spells

  
  Arsenal(s):
  
  Frozen Heart: The name Alathea gave to her long-sword. No, there is nothing special about the blade. No, it is not created by a master smith. Yes, it was a cheap buy.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Negotiator: A custom-made revolver commissioned from The Tek Armoury, an enigmatic but somewhat well-known gunsmith. This firearm is typically holstered at waist-level behind Alathea where she has easy access to with her dominant hand. Designed to fire four simultaneous shots, it is intended to have massive stopping power - provided it hits. Naturally, usage of this weapon comes with a substantial amount of recoil that makes rapid fire tedious. Bullets are reloaded by popping the barrel open above the grip and despite frequent practice, Alathea still requires seven seconds too long to do so - even more in hectic battle. Nevertheless, when up against a physically-resilient enemy, perhaps that is time well-spent.
  
  Power(s):
  
  Frost Realm: Alathea imbues herself with the element of frost, emitting a chilling aura that lowers the ambient temperature (colder closer to Alathea). This enchantment serves primarily to slow her opponents but also doubles as a sensing ability as it allows Alathea to sense fluctuations in the surrounding temperature in her immediate vicinity (akin to a sort of heat vision). This ability is also a prerequisite for her other skills - IE. she needs to cast this enchantment for her other spells to work.
  
  Frostbite: Alathea draws out the heat from the target, attempting to chill it down to its core and potentially freeze it. Most living things and creatures of the night could naturally resist being frozen but inanimate objects can be completely frozen.
  
  Frost Breath/Spear: What it says on the tin. By expelling air, Alathea releases a gust of freezing cold air. Alternatively, by forming a sharp icicle in the air, Alathea can toss those at oponents.
  
  Frost Blade: Alathea enchants her sword with frost magic, granting it a halcyon glow and magical properties to allow her to damage ethereal beings.
  
  Pocket Dimension: A nifty little trick taught to Alathea that allows her to store inanimate objects in a pocket dimension. The dimension is invoked by an embarrassing incantation.
  
  Magical Inhumanity: Her latent (and underused) magical energies infuses Alathea's physical form, granting her above-average healing, a natural immunity to the common illnesses and a boost to her physical attributes (placing her on even footing with an average creature of the night).
  
  ???: Alathea has the potential to learn more provided she finds a good (and patient) teacher. If she finds any.
  
  
  
• 
  Personality:
  
  Unlike her favoured element and her preference to fight alone, Alathea is typically warm and friendly in social situations. This demeanour has served her well, befriending her easily to many and granting her access to a wealth of business opportunities - ones that she is happy to take up at the drop of a hat. That is not to say, however, that her primary motivations for social interaction are inherently selfish. As she puts it, no sense being a downer when you're already so far down. She is cheerful by nature and practice.
  
  When faced with a creature of the night, however, she is unabashedly scornful on account of her history with these beings. This is an impression she has yet to shake off despite her exposure to such beings as a member of The Corrupted Rose. Nevertheless, the shift in her behaviour and attitude is evident and stands in stark contrast to her usual self. There are few exceptions to this behavioural treatment - those whom she has known long enough, those who saved her and those that are completely dead ("a dead creature of the night is a good creature").
  
  Background:
  
  Bought as an "exotic" slave girl intended more to be a curiosity than anything, Alathea was originally destined to be a nameless servant to the noble Sir Gregory until his resident sorceress discovered her crystal ball responding to the little girl. Thus began a complete turn of fates as the previously nameless Mongolian servant-girl gained a proper name and a proper education (in the arts of magic and swordplay). It was in this manner that Alathea came of age, becoming one of Sir Gregory's most promising retainers. Yet as luck would have it, before she could formally "graduate" to become a squire under the good Sir, some of his enemies came together in a dastardly alliance. Their combined efforts took Sir Gregory and his House by surprise and they were massacred.
  
  Alathea barely survived, having been ripped from behind and thrown aside early on in the battle. Found by a band of hunters seeking one of the creatures, she was brought to The Corrupted Rose where she was nursed back to health. Naturally, she joined the guild of hunters as soon as she fully recovered, striving to carve out a name for herself while seeking vengeance for her dead liege. That was over 4 years ago and she is nowhere closer to finding some of these attackers (having little in the way of clues to go on since she was taken out early on in the battle). She has since changed to focus more on the eradication of such creatures, which has been far more practical - and profitable.
  
  
  

 

[The Shadow Realm]

• With Cape
• Without Cape

• 
  
  
  Artwork by Lee Do Kyung
  
• 
  
  
  Artwork by Lee Do Kyung
  

Alathea Nora Elwood​

• General
• Traits
• Goals/Fears
• Abilities/Skills
• Personality/Background

• 
  Alias: Allie (to friends); Elwood (formal)
  
  Age: 25
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  Nationality: Mongolian
  
  Species: Human
  
  Faction: The Corrupted Rose
  
  

  Likes	Dislikes
  Tea; any type	Coffee
  Killing beings of the night	Any being of the night
  Loyalty	Betrayal
  Cleanliness/Hygiene	Drugs/Smoking

  
  
• 
  
  Hair Style: Shoulder length with two braids looped on the side of her head.
  
  Hair Color: Black, on account of her Mongolian ancestry.
  
  Eye Color: Black, again on account of her Mongolian ancestry.
  
  Skin Color: Contrary to those of her ethnicity, she is remarkably fair though not to the extent of being sickly pale.
  
  Height: 5 feet.
  
  Weight: Around 120Ibs.
  
  Scars: Mostly a result of battles gone awry or the occasional backstabber. The scars are found mostly on her back, with a few in choice locations - one on the side of her neck and another on her belly.
  
  Tattoos: None
  
  Body Type: Lithe and lean. Her slim figure hides lean muscle forged in battle-hardened years.
  
• 
  Goal(s):
  
  - Eradicate all creatures of the night (or as many as possible)
  
  - Die of old age
  
  - Get rich (cleanly)
  
  Deepest Fear(s):
  
  - Getting killed by a creature of the night.
  
  - Dying someplace dirty.
  
  - Killing another human.
  
• 
  

  Strengths	Weaknesses
  Battle instincts; her acumen for battle is informed largely by her uncanny (possibly magical) ability to know how best to respond in battle	Lone wolf; fighting alone for as long as she did makes her terrible at fighting with others
  Naturally small target; combined with her agility, she's hard to hit	Terrible aim; a key reason why she prefers to fight alone
  Seamless use of magic; years' worth of battle experience has sharpened her ability to switch from physical to magical attacks	Low tolerance against the cold; ironic given her favoured element
  Substantial magical pool; a sorceress she learned her magic from once marvelled at the vast amount of energies within her	Low intellect; but wept at her lack of requisite intellect for the crafting and usage of magical spells

  
  Power(s):
  
  Frost Realm: Alathea imbues herself with the element of frost, emitting a chilling aura that lowers the ambient temperature (colder closer to Alathea). This enchantment serves primarily to slow her opponents but also doubles as a sensing ability as it allows Alathea to sense fluctuations in the surrounding temperature in her immediate vicinity (akin to a sort of heat vision). This ability is also a prerequisite for her other skills - IE. she needs to cast this enchantment for her other spells to work.
  
  Frostbite: Alathea draws out the heat from the target, attempting to chill it down to its core and potentially freeze it. Most living things and creatures of the night could naturally resist being frozen but inanimate objects can be completely frozen.
  
  Frost Breath/Spear: What it says on the tin. By expelling air, Alathea releases a gust of freezing cold air. Alternatively, by forming a sharp icicle in the air, Alathea can toss those at oponents.
  
  Frost Blade: Alathea enchants her sword with frost magic, granting it a halcyon glow and magical properties to allow her to damage ethereal beings.
  
  Pocket Dimension: A nifty little trick taught to Alathea that allows her to store inanimate objects in a pocket dimension. The dimension is invoked by an embarrassing incantation.
  
  Magical Inhumanity: Her latent (and underused) magical energies infuses Alathea's physical form, granting her above-average healing, a natural immunity to the common illnesses and a boost to her physical attributes (placing her on even footing with an average creature of the night).
  
  ???: Alathea has the potential to learn more provided she finds a good (and patient) teacher. If she finds any.
  
  
  
• 
  Personality:
  
  Unlike her favoured element and her preference to fight alone, Alathea is typically warm and friendly in social situations. This demeanour has served her well, befriending her easily to many and granting her access to a wealth of business opportunities - ones that she is happy to take up at the drop of a hat. That is not to say, however, that her primary motivations for social interaction are inherently selfish. As she puts it, no sense being a downer when you're already so far down. She is cheerful by nature and practice.
  
  When faced with a creature of the night, however, she is unabashedly scornful on account of her history with these beings. This is an impression she has yet to shake off despite her exposure to such beings as a member of The Corrupted Rose. Nevertheless, the shift in her behaviour and attitude is evident and stands in stark contrast to her usual self. There are few exceptions to this behavioural treatment - those whom she has known long enough, those who saved her and those that are completely dead ("a dead creature of the night is a good creature").
  
  Background:
  
  Bought as an "exotic" slave girl intended more to be a curiosity than anything, Alathea was originally destined to be a nameless servant to the noble Sir Gregory until his resident sorceress discovered her crystal ball responding to the little girl. Thus began a complete turn of fates as the previously nameless Mongolian servant-girl gained a proper name and a proper education (in the arts of magic and swordplay). It was in this manner that Alathea came of age, becoming one of Sir Gregory's most promising retainers. Yet as luck would have it, before she could formally "graduate" to become a squire under the good Sir, some of his enemies came together in a dastardly alliance. Their combined efforts took Sir Gregory and his House by surprise and they were massacred.
  
  Alathea barely survived, having been ripped from behind and thrown aside early on in the battle. Found by a band of hunters seeking one of the creatures, she was brought to The Corrupted Rose where she was nursed back to health. Naturally, she joined the guild of hunters as soon as she fully recovered, striving to carve out a name for herself while seeking vengeance for her dead liege. That was over 4 years ago and she is nowhere closer to finding some of these attackers (having little in the way of clues to go on since she was taken out early on in the battle). She has since changed to focus more on the eradication of such creatures, which has been far more practical - and profitable.
  
  
  

This is a damn good CS. Accepted!

 

[King Vioogra]

-General-

Name: Nikiyev Kovac

Alias: TBD

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Nationality: Russian

Species: Human

Faction: Franklin’s Collectives

Robotic Arm:
(Couldn’t find anything more steampunk)




-Physical Characteristics-




Hair Style: Messy

Hair Color: White

Eye Color: Red (left) Black (right)

Skin Color: Pale

Height: 6’0

Weight: 190

Scars: Long scars covering his forearm and upper bicep. Nikiyev doesn’t even attempt to hide these as he thinks they make him look cool.

Tattoos: N/A

Body Type: Mesomorph

Clothing: Black, short sleeved shirt | White dress pants


-Personal Information-

Likes:
•Reading
•Hunting
•Sleeping

Dislikes:
•Loud people
•People who think they’re above others
•Vampires

Goals:
•Kill the monster that took his arm
•Rid the world of night creatures, one by one.

Deepest Fear: Death

Personality: Nikiyev is a kind and gentle individual, except when he’s working. Under normal circumstances, he is a gentle person who is always smiling and other food stuff. But when he’s working, he’s a cold, aggressive individual who’ll stop at nothing to kill who needs to be killed.

Background: Nikiyev was raised in a normal Russian household until he was about 16. At 16, a Vampyre broke into his house and murdered his parents. The sadistic matter of the attack drew him to near madness. As the vampyre made his way toward Nikiyev, he was able to break the chair he was held in and drive it through the pyre’s heart. Driven by adrenaline, his thinking was clouded, making him think of nothing but killing monsters.

After the attack, Nikiyev walked into town covered in the blood of the beast he’d killed. People were naturally fearful as they didn’t know the context of his situation. Nobody expected a 16 year old to take down a monster like that. He was approached by the constable and asked what had happened. He explained to the officer that a Vampyre has killed his parents and he himself had barely survived himself. The he continued to explain his situation until the adrenaline finally wore off. He immediately passed out because of a large gash the Vampyre has given him in exchange for its life. He woke up days later in the hospital with bandages covering his arm.

When he was discharged, he immediately signed up to become a hunter. He quickly made a name for himself in both the human and monster worlds. He was branded as a hero by humans, and a monster by anything else. He had no prejudice or rhythm to his work. He did it, and did it quickly. The only fight he’d been in where he sustained any real injuries was with Louis de Pointe du Lac. The battle resulted in Nikiyev losing an arm and Louis escaping. Nikiyev spent the next 5 months seeking company with the faction Franklin’s Collectives. When he finally was granted contact with them, he was given a new arm in exchange for 15 years of hunting service. His first order of business was to hunt down and capture Louis de Pointe du Lac. When he succeeded, he took his arm as a trophy before turning him in to his faction.

-Abilities/Skills/Equipment-

Strengths-
•Speed
•Fast, unpredictable attacks
•Blitzkreig style fighting
•High Stamina

Weaknesses-
•Nikiyev is ruthless. He doesn’t show emotion and sometimes blurs the line between work and public relationships.

Equipment-

Weapon-
Modernized Short Sword


Colt Revolver

 

[The Shadow Realm]

-General-

Name: Nikiyev Kovac

Alias: TBD

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Nationality: Russian

Species: Human/Vampyre (1/4 Vampyre)

Faction: Franklin’s Collectives



-Physical Characteristics-

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Hair Style: Messy

Hair Color: White

Eye Color: Red (left) Black (right)

Skin Color: Pale

Height: 6’0

Weight: 190

Scars: Lenghty scars covering his right arm from training and past fights.

Tattoos: N/A

Body Type: Mesomorph

Clothing: Black, short sleeved shirt | White dress pants


-Personal Information-

Likes:
•Reading
•Hunting
•Sleeping

Dislikes:
•Loud people
•People who think they’re above others
•Vampires

Goals:
•Kill the monster that took his arm

Deepest Fear: Death

Personality: Nikiyev is a kind and gentle individual, except when he’s working. Under normal circumstances, he is a gentle person who is always smiling and other food stuff. But when he’s working, he’s a cold, aggressive individual who’ll stop at nothing to kill who needs to be killed.

Background: Nikiyev was raised in a normal Russian household until he was about 16. At 16, a Vampyre broke into his house and murdered his parents. The sadistic matter of the attack drew him to near madness. As the vampyre made his way toward Nikiyev, he was able to break the chair he was held in and drive it through the pyre’s heart. During the skirmish, a small amount of the Vampyre’s blood got into an open wound he had gotten. This gave him weakened attributes of a Vampyre.


-Abilities/Skills/Equipment-

Strengths-
•Speed
•Fast, unpredictable attacks
•Blitzkreig style fighting
•High Stamina

Weaknesses-
•The sun irritates him
•Holy objects make him uncomfortable
•Holy Water makes him naeseous.

Equipment-

Weapon-
Modernized Short Sword

Six Shooter

Abilities-
Enhanced Speed
Enhanced Strength

(just to let you know Res, this rp is gonna be pretty in detail. As such, you're gonna have to really make your CS and posts beefy this time around. Oh, and vampyres that are less than half can only be created from being born one. It cannot happen due to blood entering a wound.)

 

[King Vioogra]

(just to let you know Res, this rp is gonna be pretty in detail. As such, you're gonna have to really make your CS and posts beefy this time around. Oh, and vampyres that are less than half can only be created from being born one. It cannot happen due to blood entering a wound.)

(So what percent would he be? About half?)

 

[The Shadow Realm]

(So what percent would he be? About half?)

(Yep.)

 

[Ripley]

FAUST DEL MONTE ​

-General-

Name: Faust Del Monte

Alias: Seraph (a variation or full title would be 'the Red Seraph'), as he is sometimes called by his fellow Pure. Faust's alias is rarely used, though, and only comes into play in situations where Faust needs to fake his identity for whatever reason. Otherwise, he'll use his regular name.

Age: 27 years old

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: Italian

Species: Human

Faction: The Pure


-Physical Characteristics-

Hair Style: Faust's hair is short and trimmed neatly. The edges and sides are usually strictly combed back, indicating a rigorous sort of grooming and care for self image. Even then, when under Faust's hood for long periods of time, his natural curls often spring back up.

Hair Color: A dark brown, often mistaken for black.

Eye Color: Brown, much akin to his hair. Faint specks of hazel can be glimpsed under intense lighting.

Skin Color: A deep olive complexion, medium undertones.

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 156 lbs.

Scars: Due to his profession, several small cuts and blisters often temporarily can be seen on his hands from handling weaponry. They don't so much as go away as show up in different places, and pose no serious threat. Several pale gashes crisscross his back, self-inflicted in a form of penance. His only other significant injury is a long, jagged cut that tears from the side of his pelvis to the bottom of his ribcage. This deep wound was inflicted some time ago, and though sutures are evident, the injury never healed correctly. The area is especially susceptible to physical harm (i.e. a well-placed blunt weapon could re-open the wound and hurt a lot). Faust tries to take protective measures in preventing this by wearing extra padding over that side of his abdomen.

Tattoos: None.

Body Type: A lean, narrow build lending itself to a certain lithe movement, giving him a fair amount of agility and dexterity. He is quick on his feet but does not pack all that much physical power - he is not built very well for hands-on and close quartered fighting, and thus almost always takes a defensive stance when in combat. Has built up some force in his shoulders, if only because of the weapons he fires and carries.

Clothing:
Depending on Faust's location and situation, his clothing often differs in purpose and appearance. Most commonly, combat apparel is kept on - Faust is well aware of the hostility between his own faction and all the rest, and always tries to have at least minimal protection lest he be recognized as a follower of the Faith and be jumped in a more shady area (which has occurred before). Often trying to cover as much skin as possible, he dons leather gloves and knee-high black boots, wherein trousers are tucked. A similar dark brown coat is shrugged on, with straps looping about his waist and shoulders that hold various equipment depending on his situation (specifications in the 'equipment' area of form).

More noticeable in his immediate appearance is the dark cowl wrapped around his shoulders and head, and the plague doctor's mask affixed over his face. A piece dating back to The Veiled Death, the mask gives Faust the options to hide his identity, serve as facial protection (not very much, though - only against a blade or fist), and filter the more vile stenches of blood and flesh. A silver cross is kept on a chain necklace around his neck, but is often kept tucked in the shirt due to the dangers it can pose (eg. enemy can grab onto / choke him with it, it can get tangled, has somewhat sharp edges). Has a habit of touching it when in thought.


-Personal Information-

Likes:

- The fulfillment of duty (eg. carrying out the Pope's orders, killing creatures of the night - both often go hand-in-hand) and the sense of giddy purpose it brings. Being a devout follower, that purpose is almost addictive when taken in account of his abstinence from many other human indulgences.

- London's architecture, especially their church construction. Has always been fond of the sharp-looking, formidable spires and other characteristics Victorian buildings often possess, especially the vaulted and intimidating ceilings of their churches.

- Reading up on scholarly inventions and religious texts. He may not agree with rival factions of The Pure - and condemns many of their practices - but Faust still harbors an interest for information, and how it can be wielded to the advantage of The Pure.

- A more mindless enjoyment is Faust's love of birds - specifically, pigeons and doves, which are both rife in London. He partially likes them (doves especially) due to their religious symbolisms of peace and purity, but most of his affection simply comes from thinking their stout bodies and cooing is cute. Not like he'd ever disclose that information.

- The extents of physical and mental torture on a night creature. Faust's love of information often crosses into more morbid, unethical territory, even when he himself may judge otherwise. Due to holding a somewhat hypocritical belief that monsters are of zero importance rights-wise compared to humans, he believes that excessive torture in the pursuit of further knowledge should be accepted within average society. It is his belief that knowing more on a creature through this gruesome method would assist greatly in efficient killing. These ideals do not stem towards fellow humans, however.

- The company of fellow Pure hunters and those who side with The Pure. Being besieged on many sides in London, a place The Pure should not even be, having a trusted acquaintance is vital when fighting off bouts of self-doubt or feelings of loneliness. Granted, many are heavily religious zealots whose bloodlust can be unsettling for even Faust, but as long as that bloodlust is directed to the creatures of the night, he can tolerate it.

- Visiting the church, whether it be for after-hunt prayer or to meet with other members. There is something about their quiet and peaceful atmosphere that inevitably calms him down and steadies his nerves.


Dislikes:

- Most notably, Faust has an unshakeable hatred towards all things foreign and unnatural, primarily night creatures, magic, and eldritch relics/beings. He considers them oppositions to the Pope's jurisdiction and the Faith itself: false idols created to plague humanity and seduce them into the bowels of unrepentable sin. He feels no remorse towards humans who have fallen into this 'trap' - only disgust.

- Werebeasts especially are topics of vehement anger and discomfort for Faust. The exact reasons to this are not disclosed (yet), and prodding into his reasons are met with avoidance and changes of topic.

- Overly pompous, vain citizens and nobles who succumb to petty human desires like materialistic, expensive items, especially those who do not give back to their society and church. More of a universal belief of the Pope than anything personal to Faust. He does detest addicts, though, and not simply because his religion tells him to.

- Many of the other factions are viewed begrudgingly by Faust, because while many share his motives in killing night creatures, oftentimes they have other beliefs he condemns. He will work with a human hunter from a different faction only if absolutely needed, and even then will do so somewhat scornfully and cold-shouldered. Members who are monsters themselves are not compatible at all and Faust will likely attempt to kill them unless unable to at that time.

- Physical contact. This is rooted in Faust's experiences as a child, but it nevertheless has followed him into adulthood. The type of contact is mostly skin - he doesn't mind as much with gloves on. He's not like to freak out or anything, but will likely flinch away or keep the contact as brief as possible. It's more prolonged experiences that disturb him.

- Cold, dark surroundings. Being a hunter, both are foreboding and tweak him a bit, even when he knows there's no danger. Tries to keep his area well-lit with lanterns and moderately warm.


Goal(s):

- Primary goal is, of course, the Pope's wishes. Faust believes that he is nothing without the guidance of the Pope and the Faith. He believes strongly in eliminating the church's enemies and keeping true to the church's teachings. Due to this, many of his goals are not personal - Faust neglects his own needs and wants in the face of his duties. One of his strongest goals is the eradication of eldritch scourges, monstrous creatures and those who side with them.

- Even then, the most devout of followers cannot entirely ignore their own desires. While somewhat in denial over his thoughts relating to this, Faust hopes against hope that he will one day, once/if the scourge is gone, he will be able to lay down his weapons and subject himself to a somewhat humble life in isolation, away from all the chaos. It is more of an unwelcome daydream than a goal, but it's in his head nevertheless.

- On the flip side, the strongest outcome that he believes to be honorable is to die fighting the creatures of darkness. As long as he continues being steadfast in his devotion, Faust thinks only peace can await him in death. A bleak comfort.

Your Deepest Fear(s):

- A fear stronger than death, Faust is frightened of possibly questioning his own faith in the Pope and God and turning to the scourge's side. Thus, he punishes even the tiniest betrayals with heavy penance, whether it be by confession or self-inflicted harm. Dangerous thoughts are repressed and stowed away in the furthest reaches of his mind where Faust believes they will stay.

- Being killed in a gruesome way, or being transformed (by a werebeast especially) and losing his own humanity.

- Faust fears eldritch knowledge and its effects on the human brain, and wants no part in its research or study. He believes it would be better off destroyed, as its knowledge corrupts its user. This fear also stretches to fear of the unknown and unexplainable, religion being the sole exception.


Personality:
Faust is an overtly religious, devout follower of the Pope. His personality is partially held intact by his bonds with the church and their values, and he finds himself incomplete without their guidance on life and its trials. Due to this, he consults the Faith regularly through biblical study and frequently visits the church for after-hunt prayers. It's safe to say that religion is an immense part of what makes Faust who he is, but it is not the only thing that molds him.

Faust Del Montes is quite the scholar, and its evident that he prides himself in his studies and beliefs. He will take time to explain his position on things and do so very elaborately, demonstrating his educated upbringing with advanced wording and terms alike to what a noble would use. Faust always tries to be at least courteous in his interactions with other humans, and retains a calm (though outwardly cold) demeanor even in the company of humans he knows might despise him. Threats don't really provoke as much as annoy him. This polite behavior, however, does not extend to night creatures, who he will immediately become aggressive and demeaning towards. He will try to kill them unless physically unable.

Despite being a conversational lad in company with other Pure members, he becomes rather quiet around strangers. This is partially due to not seeing eye-to-eye with other beliefs, thus not wanting to talk about them, and partially because he's very cautious not to reveal anything about the inner machinations of The Pure. He'll still be well-mannered, but artificially so.

On the attitude of hunting and killing night creatures: Faust gains deep satisfaction from it, simply-put. It is a profession he is not reluctant to partake in, as it is not at all grueling for him and instead is what he believes to be his 'purpose'.

Background:

Faust Del Monte was born into a family of medical practitioners in Florence, Italy. Faust was born several years after the miasma of chaos that was The Veiled Death, and even though it no longer posed serious threat, its destruction was still evident. Many communities were still in the early stages of recovery, and Florence was no different. Many bodies had to be burned, as there was not enough room for them in the mass graves that had been set up around the city. Settlements had to be cleared out and relocated. Throughout the turmoil, the local churches offered solace and sanctuary. The Del Monte family paid daily visits to aid the sick and injured who flocked there. Little Faust often tagged along, as he was their sole child, and his father wanted to teach him the family trade. Being surrounded so commonly by the miserable and sick, Faust grew up fast.

He was attentive in his studies, however, and took to medicine early on as a subject to make a living out of. It would have likely been the career he pursued - if not for the sudden occupation of the church several years into Faust's adolescence. A new group had seized control of the chapel, with promises of restoration to Florence and food aplenty for its people. All they required in return was the abandonment of the previous church leaders, who they condemned as men and women under the rule of eldritch forces and sympathizers of the night creatures. The group fancied themselves as 'The Pure'. Their mission was to spread the Pope's words to the downtrodden and bring about a new type of religious order. All the townspeople had to do was accept The Pure's doctrines, and they would be aided by the organization.

Faith is a difficult thing to abandon, but the sheer desperation of Florence's people was enough to coax the majority into accepting the new management and their practices. At the time, Faust was nearing age 13, and still attending the church daily with his family. It was around this time Faust first began to be exposed to the subtle indoctrination of Pure customs. He was a valuable target for their training due to being already familiar with blood and death, and not being squeamish around either. Not only that, but he was educated enough on biblical teachings – enough to understand its relevance, but not enough to reject outer influence on how it should be interpreted. He was often pulled aside by the new church leaders and taught small 'truths' that differed from Faust's previous teachings. Individually these tidbits of 'truths' were insignificant, but quickly stacked up to change Faust's entire viewpoint. At the age of 16 Faust was brought to Greece with several of his peers. His parents were informed their son would be brought to a school tailored for medical studies - a lie, of course.

Instead, Faust progressed to his second stage of initiation: the purpose of a hunter, and what they could be expected to do. It was a grueling few years of praise and punishment. His studies on medicine and healing practices were twisted to suit the needs of The Pure: Faust was taught how to recognize vital organs and methods of damaging them, and finding ways to inflict pain rather than lessen it became one of his major goals. The Pure, he was told, only wanted to wield this violence onto monsters, not fellow humans, which Faust had no quarrel with: he had never met a werebeast or vampire, and he was sure they were as terrifying as The Pure described them. Faust's later adolescent years were arguably his darkest ones, and as such he refrains from really ever speaking of them.

To make matters short, Faust eventually passed the many trials The Pure staged and emerged from Greece as a fully-fledged initiate at the age of 22. He swore allegiance to the Pope and devoted himself to his cause. Faust was then sent to London with other experienced hunters and missionaries, much like the situation in Italy – an attempt to extend the faction's power. However, it's proven difficult, as other groups already dominate the scene. Due to the present power struggles within the city, though, The Pure were instructed to lay low and commune only in secret sectors of London where they could talk about plans undisturbed.

As of current, Faust lives in one of the lower districts of London. His living quarters are cramped at best, and wedged between several makeshift shelters. He participates in hunts often, though either alone or with a group of trusted Pure companions. Successful hunts are followed up with Faust visiting one of the shadier, Pure-dominated chapels for after-hunt prayer. In his 'living quarters', he reads up on literary texts, cleans his weaponry, and re-organizes his additional equipment. This has been Faust's daily routine for several years.

-Abilities/Skills/Equipment-

Strengths:

- Swift-footed: Faust is incredibly agile and always ready to strike out at a known enemy if the opportunity presents itself. His rapid mobility assists him greatly with dodging, running, and lashing out with his trusty whip. Faust's swiftness has helped him many times when quick reaction time is needed and/or when a weapon must be drawn quickly. Not only that, but Faust has excellent endurance and stamina and can evade an opponent in pursuit for a good while.

- Unfazed: Very good at keeping his cool in tense or dangerous situations. Any panic is forced inwards and its uncommon for Faust to crack under pressure. This extends to Faust being able to tolerate a great deal of otherwise gruesome experiences while also having enough emotional detachment to partake in these actions himself. It is rare for Faust to become visibly angry, but even then, the anger drains quickly.

- Medical Background: Faust still retains his knowledge on healing and other medical study - he just doesn't utilize it very often, and when he does, it's often used for interrogation and/or pinpointing a certain organ to shoot. His practices are few, and while many are styled for violent intentions, he can still patch someone up if the situation calls for it. He has done so with fellow Pure hunters, and his methods can be described as 'messy, but effectual'. Just don't expect it to be painless – far from it, to be truthful.

- Avid Scholar: Del Monte's extensive research into religion, invention, and the behaviorisms of night creatures allow him to have a fairly well-rounded outlook on both his profession, the professions of others, and how to bend them to his own advantage. He is especially keen on biblical texts and their importance in the world's current situation. He's smart and cannot be fooled easily.

- Liar, Manipulator, and Overall Bastard: Speaking of bending information to his advantage - Faust excels at the deceptive arts, courtesy of his time in Greece. Sometimes, a conflict cannot be won by violence alone and Faust must fall back onto words. His techniques consist of bribery, subtle threats, lying, superficial charm, and many other effective methods of feigning empathy and/or care to reach his or the church's goals. This isn't to say that all Faust's emotions are fake, but he can flip his internal switch with relative ease when needing to appeal to a certain person. It's safe to say that the indoctrination methods inflicted onto him when he was a child not only worked, but are now the very same methods Faust himself uses.

Weaknesses:

- Physical Combat: due to Faust not being all that strong, he is likely to lose a fight without a decent weapon on hand to balance the odds. The only realistic situation in which Faust would be able to overpower an opponent through physical means is if his foe were to be already wounded, sickly, or physically weaker than him.

- Unflinching Faith: Both a weakness and a strength, but can be considered more of a hindrance than anything for many situations. In the light of new information and character introduction, Faust's already present beliefs can cause him to reject or become skeptical over subjects he may not even fully understand (this weakness will likely change and lessen over the story, but as of current, he's very rooted in his faith). This also puts Faust at a disposition where he reacts to these subjects with overwhelming disdain.

- Not Enough Firepower: While Faust is capable of using larger firearms, he finds them difficult to operate during fast-paced combat and thinks they ultimately slow him down. This leaves Faust very vulnerable to monsters that require a powerful rifle or shotgun to take down, namely werebeasts. It also puts him at an immediate inconvenience should he find himself having to take down an opponent at long range.

- Only Human: Not only that, but Faust also doesn't possess any magic, nor overly powerful weapons (with the single exception being his whip, but even then, it's next to nothing in the face of many technological advancements and, well, firearms) like the Collective. He has to be very cautious in his actions - a slip of the mouth or lapse in judgement could render Faust seriously wounded, especially when dealing with rival hunters or monsters. It's partially due to his own mortal fragility that Faust figures he's better off strictly working on his own or with people he trusts.

- Without Purpose, I'm Nothing: Faust's strongest weakness is his also greatest strength: his religion, and the way it gives him purpose in an otherwise bleak existence - that's how Faust sees it, anyway. To be truthful, even Faust himself does not perceive this weakness yet. Without the church - or the Pope, or his Pure companions - without their symbolic strings to bind his spirit, Faust's pre-conceived beliefs and facades of safety and security come crashing down. It's the very reason why Faust punishes himself so greatly for self-doubt in the Holy Church - the resulting consequential magnitude of losing faith could very well drive Faust to suicide.

Skillsets:

- Adept Marksman: With a revolver, at least. Faust is a reliable shot and can track an enemy fairly well, having a steady hand and being fairly conservative with his ammo. He will not waste a shot he knows he'll miss. Faust can draw a revolver quickly, and reload it in a short span of time. Faust's comfort with revolvers does not extend to rifles or the like.

- Pain Connoisseur: Part of the reason the Pure became so interested in Faust in the first place – he knows where and how to push a human to their extremes. This skill has carried over to his current profession and can be applicable to both human and beast. During his time in Greece, Faust also served as an interrogator for the Pure as part of his training, so he has a fair amount of experience to begin with.

- Combat Medic: Briefly mentioned in the 'strengths' category. Not much to add to it – rest of info is present in the 'equipment' category.

Equipment:


Bodeo Italian 1889 Revolver
Faust's primary (and only) firearm, used for a multitude of enemies, human and monster alike. The revolver uses both regular and silver bullets. Despite being of little use against larger enemies such as werebeasts and other powerful entities, the silver bullets are heavily effective against vampires. The Bodeo holds 6 cartridges maximum, which need to be fed one-by-one into the cylinder. Faust is strangely quick at this, though, so it doesn't hinder him all that much. He's a reliable shot and is not one to waste ammo unless confident in his ability.

His revolver is holstered on his right hip, hence Faust is right-handed when using his gun; his two ammo pouches are affixed to his belt, and contain thirty bullets in total (for an average hunt, number can fluctuate).

Spoiler: Bodeo Italian 1889 Revolver

Notched Chain Whip
Originally property of the Franklin Collective, Faust discovered this cruel weapon on his first hunt in London, five years ago. He obtained the piece off the body of an unidentifiable member of the Collective who had clearly been the victim of a werewolf attack. While the beast was long gone, the body still remained, with the whip several paces away. Taking the find as an omen, Faust seized the whip - but not before burying its previous owner's bones in a shallow grave, as a sign of respect. Over the course of several months, Faust tested out the whip and its functions, and found he enjoyed the weapon's means of injury and its lasting effects.

The whip is comprised of a handle, followed by a series of chain links that end in a pointed spike. Throughout the chain links are extremely sharp spikes - 'notches' - welded to the metal, which pack most of the weapon's brutal punch. Usually, this is where its characteristics would end, but due to its Collective construction, the whip has a couple more functions.

Most notable is how it can ravel / unravel. Two switches are visible on the side of the handle, and when one is pressed, will cause the whip to either lengthen or coil all the way back into the handle. The maximum length possible is exactly 15 feet. The other function of the whip is its ability to lower or heighten its spikes/notches. This switch is on the opposite side, and will put alternate the whip between two modes: spikes outward, or flattened into less harmful chain links. This comes in handy based on the situation Faust is in - for instance, to spur a horse forwards he'd want to use the flat whip, but to lash a beast across the face, the spiked whip would be much more of a help.

Many of the injuries the whip can inflict come in the form of severe lacerations caused by the notches, which have a habit of tearing jagged chunks of flesh from the skin and leaving significant scarring. Especially deadly near the face, where it's possible to take out an eye and leave permanent disfigurement.

Spoiler: Notched Chain Whip

Medical Supply Bag
Usually slung around his back, this medium-sized bag carries three rolls of gauze, iodine swabs, a suture (stitching) kit, 16 bandages / cloth dressing, scissors, tweezers, and a pocket-sized knife. There are no painkillers in Faust's supply, partially due to Pure religious beliefs that pain must be endured naturally as long as the wounded is in no real danger. (Essentially, Faust would rather have someone pass out from pain first than give them anything to remedy it).

Gutting Knife
Used for, well, gutting, whether it be a beast or common deer. Can be used for self-defense but won't be all that efficient. Attached to the other side of his belt.

Italian Bible
A worn leather bible, fairly small, with the title 'La Sacra Bibbia' on its cracked front. The pages are well-thumbed, bearing marks of frequent handling. A frayed red ribbon serves as its bookmark. Several pages bear bloody thumbprints or red smears that slightly blur the ink. The binding itself is surprisingly sturdy, but creases are still visible. Faust has clearly had this book for a long time, though the exact duration is unknown, and has a deep emotional connection with it.

 

[GasMaskie]

-General-

Name: Kyrie

Alias: Ticket Puncher

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: Unknown

Species: Human

Faction: The Pure (Former)



-Physical Characteristics-

Hair Style: Short and slightly messy, though this is largely alleviated by the constant presence of the conductor's cap he wears.

Hair Color: Stark white hair that perhaps came about as a result of the rigors of his prior occupation.

Eye Color: Eyes as red as rubies - this particular shade combined with his natural glare make his gaze quite intense.

Skin Color: Kyrie's skin is dark, which definitely makes him stand out among most people in London.

Height: 6'0''

Weight: 167 lbs

Scars: There's significant scarring around Kyrie's right stump - a closer inspection would indicate that at least some of it can be attributed to a rushed field treatment. His back is noticeably covered in scars; likely from either lashes or flagellation. Scar tissue positioned where his liver is also seems to be from a penetration wound of sorts.

Tattoos: None.

Body Type: Although he looks rather slim in his uniform, Kyrie is actually quite built - moreso on the lean side, however.


-Personal Information-

Likes:
- Reading. As a part of his training, Kyrie became acquainted with much of the Catholic Church's archives and more or less grew to enjoy scholarly pursuits as a hobby even as he was released from his duty.
- Combat has always been an integral part of Kyrie's life, and the influences brought on by his new arm seem to have amplified his love of the hunt.
- Trains. Kyrie has always had a certain amount of fondness for such mechanical marvels and their aesthetics; it's part of the reason why he ended up becoming a ticket conductor following his early retirement.
- Sweets. In particular, Kyrie enjoys chocolate bonbons from a certain store in London - he views such snacks as a guilty pleasure, however.

Dislikes:
- Magic, a holdover from his prior duties as a part of the Pure. An affront to nature itself, in spite of the fact that he seems to have embroiled himself in something vaguely magical. He's distrustful of magic users, though pragmatism ultimately wins out in
- Dreams. As of late, Kyrie has found himself experiencing the strangest of dreams in incomprehensible and bizarre settings. Sleeping has become more of a chore as a result of these recurring nightmares.
- Daemons. Much of Kyrie's career has been spent dealing with demon-infested humans of all sorts - the time-held truth of a slow descent into insanity for humans who have managed to harness a demons power make them more trouble than they're worth as potential allies. He's seen his fair share of good men going bad after succumbing to the power and temptations of demons.
- Drugs and alcohol. They enfeeble the mind.

Goal(s):
- Perform the duties of a train conductor as best as he can
- Try not to get caught up in some sort of strange, supernatural business.

Your Deepest Fears:
- Losing his mind, either through his constant contact with the creatures of the night or 'that world'.
- Becoming completely unable to fight, let alone perform his job.
- Being branded a heretic by the church.

Personality: Taciturn and strait-laced, Kyrie takes his job as a train conductor seriously. As a former member of the Pure, he's definitely not one to shy away from violence. Compared to some of his former brethren, however, Kyrie can come off as down-right tolerant. He keeps his eyes on the bigger picture - if co-operating with non-human entities will further his goals, he'll gladly come up with flimsy justification on the spot. Even when he was an active member of the Pure, Kyrie came off as slightly rebellious and far less zealous than his compatriots. Time and a more peaceful job has only tempered this side of him.

An interesting contradiction exists within the man - though content with his new station in life and the relative peace, he also misses the danger and excitement of his previous job. It's perhaps because of this that he's been subject to recurring nightmares, but the strange nature of his new arm may also play a part in that. Though his poker face may carefully conceal his bloodlust, it's evident from the way he eagerly rushes forth at the merest hint of a conflict that Kyrie is ultimately someone who enjoys the thrill of the hunt.

Background: Kyrie's story is not a particularly unique one. He was an orphan taken in by a local church. And, after a few years of peace, was subject to a tragedy - a Daemon, perhaps on a whim or a grudge, attacked his home. The church was razed to the ground and Kyrie was among the few who survived. The perpetrator, however, escaped. Thus, the young boy swore an oath of vengeance upon the cross and thrust himself into the Catholic Church's dark side. Years of devotion eventually yielded fruit - the young man was ordained by the Pope as an exorcist of the Pure. His duties sent him across the world and everywhere he went, he left a trail of unclean blood splattered against the wall. Of course, he never once let go of that unyielding revenge nor took pride in the good that his work had done. This all came to a fateful end, however, when he engaged in a final showdown with the Daemon that had turned his life upside down. Though he was the only one who came out of that fight, he paid a heavy price - his right arm. Without it, he could no longer fulfill his duties as a member of the Pure and was released. Both the emptiness of his victory and the loss of his purpose were enough to sink him into the darkest depths of despair...

Fortunately, Kyrie found a new lease on life as a train conductor in London. Though, he's begun distancing himself from any contact with his former allies as of late. After damaging his rudimentary prosthetic arm, the former exorcist stumbled upon a strange, silver arm washed up on a beach - though, even now he can't recall ever visiting such a place. Regardless, it seemed like a perfect fit and functional - it was only when the nightmares began that he had begun to suspect a more eldritch origin to his new prosthetic. Regardless, its strange properties outweigh the possible dangers of relying on the silver arm - and so, he continues to live day-by-day, collecting tickets and throwing stowaways off the Illustrious Lady during transit.

-Abilities/Skills/Equipment-

Strengths:
- Peak Human Performance: Although ostensibly just a human, his training has left him with a body that functions at the utmost limit of human condition. Though it was necessary during his time with the Pure, Kyrie continues to adhere to his training regiment even through his retirement.

- Mental Fortitude: Having been witness to a wide variety of atrocities and horrors over his career, it takes quite a bit to rattle Kyrie's nerves of steel. His desensitization to such things is also the reason why he's managed to endure the night terrors that have plagued him as of late.

- Religious Knowledge: In another life, Kyrie could have instead pursued a career as a scholar of sorts. Relevant psalms and holy words come easy to him even in the heat of battle - along with a good knowledge of the sorts of creatures that lurk in the night.

Weaknesses:
- Human Stamina: Though he may be able to reach the absolute limits of the human condition, Kyrie is still limited by ultimately poor stamina as a human.

- Gun Ineptitude: While he may have excelled in other areas, gunplay was not one of them. Handing him a firearm of any sort is an extreme risk - to both himself and allies. Of course, this also extends to knowledge of firearms - judging a gunslinger's maximum effective range with their weapon of choice is simply impossible for him.

- Recklessness: The term 'Pyrrhic Victory' is lost on Kyrie - so long as the other party is dead and he's not, he's won. This sort of attitude is what led to the loss of his right arm in the first place - and likely would have been avoidable if he had remained patient instead of rushing in for the kill.

Skillset:
- Hand-to-Hand Combat: Thanks to the far-reaching influence of the Catholic Church, Kyrie had the fortune of learning and mastering a variety of martial arts. Whether or not his enemy is armed with a blade matters little to Kyrie - his fists are more than enough to overcome the reach disadvantage.

- Exorcist Training: The power of Holy Words is nothing to be scoffed at. Although he carries a cross, reciting passages and psalms from the bible are enough to cause harm to creatures of the night such as demons and vampires. With Daemons, a particularly lengthy passage can potentially disrupt their fusion with the demon.

Equipment:
- Silver Arm of the Great Abyss: An eldritch artifact obtained through mysterious circumstances, though its mere presence doesn't seem to be mentally damaging. It maintains all the functions of a normal hand in spite of its seemingly ancient age and lack of modern mechanisms. Demons also seem to hold some sort of instinctual fear of the arm, a feat that's likely connected to its origins. The arm also seems to grant a limited resistance to magical effects as well.

-Grappling Hook: A later augmentation to the Silver Arm - a mechanism has been installed within the forearm that allows Kyrie to shoot out a hooked dart connected to a rope strong enough to sustain his weight. Most people don't expect it, and it provides Kyrie with a way to close-distances.

- Throwing Knives: Easily concealed blades emblazoned with crosses. An excellent ranged option that also has the benefit of being far quieter than a gun. Though, in a pinch, they can be wielded much like daggers.


Powers/Abilities:
- ???: A function of the Silver Arm that Kyrie has not yet discovered.

 

[LostHaven]

"I am a shell- deathless, yet at the same time, lifeless. A false life-form given form through iron and gear. The girl is long dead, swallowed by the abyss. I am but an imitation, retaining the memories of me and my father." Doll of Ainsworth

Name: Arial Ainsworth

Alias: The Doll of Ainsworth

Gender: Female

Age: 66

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: British

Species: Ghost (Clockwork Doll)

Faction: The Corrupted Rose

Personality: Described as a quiet and distant girl, Arial gives off a cold and emotionless aura. Though it isn't true that Arial cannot feel emotions, it is physically impossible for her to change her facial expression or her vocal tone. She's actually quite loyal to the few people she cares about. Arial doesn't partcularly enjoy killing vampyres and other former humans, though she doesn't exactly have qualms about it either. Arial generally tries to keep a level head, and when travelling in a party, she tries to keep everyone in a bright mood. Of course, she can crack up a few jokes, even a few inappropriate ones... hell, she doesn't even mind saying dirty things every now and then...

• Physical Information
• Personal Information
• Backstory
• Skills and Combat Information
• Miscellaneous Information

• 
  When viewed from afar, Arial can pass as any normal 15-year old girl. However, when viewed up close, you can easily distinguish her from a human. Her expression is always blank, and her eyes are actually made of stained glass. Her skin is extremely smooth and shiny, and when touched fells exactly like a metal surface. Furthermore, you can see how her fingers are connected segment by segment.
  
  Hair Style: Arial possesses short hair, neat hair with a few locks of hair that grow down to her waist.
  
  Hair Color: Her hair is a very light shade of purple, and can be mistaken for pink from a distance.
  
  Eye Color: The colour of Arial's eyes are a very light brown. Though they may seem real from a distance, here eyes are made of stained glass.
  
  Skin Color: Her skin is pale, and looks almost like real skin. However, it appears metallic, shiny and very smooth. The surface feels smooth and ice-cold, as her exterior is made of brass and steel.
  
  Scar: There is a scratch on the right cheek that runs down her face.
  
  Height: 5'3
  
  Weight: 56 lbs
  
  Body Type: Arial has a very slim and delicate appearance. Relatively short, and very light.
  
  Clothing: Arial wears a beautifully made dress, which is blue with gold accents. It is made of silk and cloth, like a dress on a toy doll. Her boots are made of leather, and she wears a metal brass clip on her head.
  
  Clockwork Doll: As Arial is a ghost possessing a clockwork doll, if the doll is destroyed, so is the said ghost, as the doll is her anchor. More specifically, her anchor is the gearbox located in the doll's chassis. If limbs are destroyed, they can be replaced. Hell, if her whole body is destroyed, as long as the gearbox is intact, she can be fitted with a new body.
  
• 
  Likes:
  
  • Reading- there isn't much entertainment, and Auriel doesn't go outside often. Reading has become a common way for her to kill time.
  • Tinkering- When she can obtain the parts, Auriel likes to make or tinker with clockwork toys such as music boxes or wind-up figures.
  • Quiet- Auriel prefers a quiet atmosphere, as opposed to loud noises and a lively atmosphere.
  • Music- specifically those of a music box. She finds music boxes relaxing, and they remind them of her father.
  • Clockwork Toys- hey, they're fun. Let a century-old clockwork doll play with her clockwork toys.
  • Cats- they're cute...
  Dislikes:
  
  • Tentacles- squirmy, slimy tendrils... man, they're the worst...
  • Food- she's just salty that she can't enjoy food anymore.
  • Large gatherings- Auriel doesn't particularly enjoy large groups of people.
  • Loud noises- those things annoy her.
  • Demons- those things look absolutely disgusting.
  • Firearms- again, loud noises suck.
  Deepest Fear:
  
  • Arial dreads the thought that one day, she would have to watch her friends wither and die before her eyes just as her father.
  • The one thing in the world Arial fears most is the thought of losing herself and becoming a demon. She knows of the consequences of a ghost becoming corrupted, and is terrified of losing herself and becoming just another mindless, bloodthirsty beast for hunters to kill.
• 
  Goal: I do not have ambitions of my own. I can only barely remember father's face, but I will still carry on his knowledge...
  
  Decades ago, there existed a scholar known as Ainsworth. At the time, he was one of very few who possessed boundless knowledge of the eldritch beings that lurked in shadows. Though one may argue that Ainsworth was not exactly the most sane person, his knowledge was invaluable to hunters. The scholar himself had also seen an eldritch creature with his own eyes, and with it, a truth that no human was meant to know. From the this truth, Ainsworth gained the ability of umbramancy, manipulating the darkness to his will, able to hide himself in shadows. However, the scholar soon had a daughter, and despite the best effortsof doctors, his wife died on illness.
  
  His daughter was Arial Ainsworth, and though he was Arial's only guardian, he had little time to spare for his daughter: something he would come to regret. As he was unable and unwilling to adopt his own ways, he usually left his daughter to her own devices, believing that she would manage on her own in this world. As it would seem however, that he was wrong.
  
  Arial soon began suffering a fatal disease, the likes of which hasn't been seen. The disease was nickamed 'The Veiled Death' and among the many victims, Arial had fallen prey to the unrelenting disease. However, it appeared as though her soul was unable to move on, and manifested as a ghost. Arial's father asked for a clockwork doll to be made in her likeness, and he used a iron gearbox as Arial's anchor. By doing this, he was able to 'resurrect' his daughter.
  
  Though, as the cruel mistress fate is, Arial's father too, soon became victim to The Veiled Death. Arial stayed by his side until the dying breath, and there, she told herself that she would continue her father's work. After absorbing herself into mountains of lore, Arial had joined with the Corrupted Rose, acting as a walking encyclopedia- if somebody needed information on a creature, Arial would almost always have said information.
  
  However, in one accident while accompanying a party, Arial's body was severely damaged and she had a new body made for her- the current clockwork body she is using does not resemble her original form at all.
  
• 
  Strengths
  
  • As long as the gearbox is unharmed, Arial can change bodies and repair her damaged body any number of times
  • She is quite intelligent, which makes up for her lack of physical ability
  Weaknesses
  
  • No skill in any form of combat
  • Her body is quite fragile, it cannot sustain very much damage
  • She lacks any sort of impressive physical traits- she can run well enough, but don't expect her to wrestle a Hound of Tindalos... Do they even exist?
  
  Powers/Abilites
  
  • Scholar: Arial possesses immense knowledge on the monsters that dwell in shadows, and knows them in great detial, including their abilities and weaknesses
  • Possession: With their permission, Arial can possess a person's body and regenerate wounds. It can save your life, but it won't give you your limbs or organs back.
  • Lesser Necromancy: Arial is able to revive freshly fallen allies. She's not an Elder Lich, her name isn't Faust, and she didn't used to be some Grand Archmage, so don't expect the gates of the underworld to appear and thousands of undead to pour out of it.
  • Immortality: For as long as her tether remains, Arial can remain indefinitely in the world, as long as some Old God doesn't eat her...
  
  
• 
  Theme Song:
  
  Others: before anyone asks, I didn't actually get the idea from the doll from Bloodborne. I got the idea for the Clockworker's Doll from Evillious Chronicles...
  

 

[The Gunrunner]

"You're not immortal after all."​

-General-

Name: Adrianus van de Beenhouwer

Alias: Abeltje - Dutch name meaning 'Breath'

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: Kingdom of the Netherlands

Species: Human

Faction: The Franklin Collective



-Physical Characteristics-

Hair Style: Hair is often cut short and combed backwards, to keep an air of professionalism. Facial hair has been allowed to grow to a short, rough beard, well-trimmed to show care and maintenance.

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: Skin tone is a white typical to the Dutch.

Height: 5'9''

Weight: 165 ib

Scars: Four rough, jagged claw-marks running along the right forearm. They have healed well, and clearly were not too serious. There are others, scattered around the body, but they are a mixture of faint and small. The skin is hard as a result of the long years of soldiering and hunting.

Tattoos: A small but well-detailed tattoo, depicting an anchor over an X-crossed saber and rifle, on the left shoulder.

Body Type: Adrianus is well toned, almost athletic in his build.

Description:
Though short, Adrianus has the air and presence of a soldier. His expressions are hard, his skin is rough and marked, and his build is athletic. In combat, he furthers the aura by wearing the old uniform of his military days - Though the unit number and name have been ripped off, the yellow chevrons proudly remain. The left sleeve is tattered, a remnant from his first encounter with the unnatural, but otherwise the outfit is very well maintained - High-class stitching apparent in some areas of damage. Satchels hang on the sides of the hunter, as well as rigging and a backpack.

Outside of combat, Adrianus dresses rather plainly. Though well payed, he spends most of his earnings on work. He cares about his appearance, sure, but has little ambition towards it - A common man's clothes is good enough for most of the population, so it will be good enough for him. Otherwise, a trimmed short beard, short hair combed back, and a crucifix.


-Personal Information-

Likes:
- Warm food, a good joke, good company.
- The hunt
- A heavy bag of coin

Dislikes:
- Muslims
- Demons
- Werewolves
- Vampires
- Dilemma

Goal(s):
- Do what he loves doing for as long as he can. Adrianus enjoys playing the ultimate game of strategy, and the ultimate test of martial prowess. He has no plans of stopping, no interest of peace or 'settling down.' The money is just a handy addition.
- Keep enjoyable company, which presently is a goal strongly surrounding Bram

Your Deepest Fears:
- Isolation.
- Accidentally inhaling one of his cough drops.
- The Dutch Government.
- Bram's death

Personality: Adrianus' questionable nature is quite apparent to those who know of him, and something he cares little to think of. He hunts for fun, the thrill of competition where the stakes are highest. Protection of the innocent is just a side note that keeps his conscience from nagging at him, and the coin a means to continue his work. He is quite selfish around strangers, though protective and helpful to comrades and friends - Indeed, in fact, very needy and sacrificial towards them. He is blunt and closed-minded, preferring to not trouble himself with moral dilemmas and the like in order to keep things simple. Things are right, or wrong - Effective, or not. Despite such, Adrianus is not an evil man; Merely, he has somewhat of a disconnect to empathetic ideals.

Background:
Adrianus' upbringing was one of the things that prepared him for what was to come. His upbringing was not abusive, nor filled with tragedy - His father was poor, true, but there was enough money to eat when they were hungry and to go to school. However, his family never wanted a child, and the accident that was Adrianus was not taken with enthusiasm. He grew up with a distance between him and his parents, not met with abuse but with little guidance or care from them. It caused him to become strong and independent, but with an unbareable loneliness. Still, he learned to deal with his problems his own way, and largely on his own. He came to rely on friends rather than family to give him a feeling of care and companionship, though he would be known as somewhat needy of them. As Adrianus grows older, he works beside his father as a butcher. Life is... boring, and disappointing. The protections of his childhood dwindle, taking more and more berrations from his equally disgruntled parents, Adrianus becoming an outlet for them to deal with their woes. He slowly finds himself increasingly exhausted, the presence of his parents and the tedium of his life unbareable. Every day the same routine, again and again, for years. In a desperate attempt to find meaning, or joy, or excitement, he enlists with the Dutch Korps Mariniers, the Kingdom's Marines.

Adrianus finds himself deployed to Aceh, during rising tension in the region. Soon after his deployment, the area explodes into war. Major General Johan Harmen Rudolf Köhler moves quickly, bombarding the capital with the intention of a quick victory. But the Aceh were both underestimated, and aided by foreign powers. Kohler dies, along with a quarter of Adrianus' belonging regiment. Units are shifted and merged to accomodate the embarassing losses of the first wave, wherein Adrianus first meets Bram. The two fight together during the Second Dutch Offensive, cutting their teeth under a long seven-year war. Here, Adrianus finds himself. He comes to realize he enjoys- no, loves the experience of combat. Out-maneuvering, out-thinking, out-performing, until the feeling of a morally sanctioned kill. The experience is unique, and special. Though that is not to say his mind is untarnished; friends and comrades die, horrors made and witnessed. Pain is a requirement for achievement, but there are pains aplenty. Adrianus and Bram endure the threats of the Aceh and Cholera both, but they survive. Eventually, the war draws to a close - The Kingdom of the Netherlands is victorious, but the soldiers are just happy to be alive.

There is a three year reprieve, offering a period where Adrianus and Bram could develop their friendship outside of combat. Otherwise, the time is unremarkable; guard duty, drill, patrols. The time is calm, but a storm brews quickly. When the three years end, the war reemerges: A local leader in the Aceh take sailors from the crashed ship Nisero hostage, beating off a Dutch-British assault and receiving ransom. The Kingdom declares war again, though experiences a very different kind of fighter: Guerillas. The Dutch soldiers are ambushed, ensnared, skewered, and worse from traps. In return, the Dutch soldiers exterminate entire villages in retaliation. Adrianus prefers not to think of those times.
Early into the war, Adrianus and Bram are deployed with their unit to 'pacify' a village of issue - A place where patrols are known to go missing, and routes typically hindered which go through the area. The village itself is marked for depopulation. In their route, however, the unit faces a very different type of opposition. Not Aceh rebels, or civilian militia, but... something unnatural. Something that could be shot again, and again, and again, and keep coming at someone. Something that could have the guts spill out over a bayonet and not even notice. Something abominatory. The unit does not return, and all of its members are officially written out as casualties. Little did they know that as the letter home was being written, Adrianus was crawling out from under his sergeant's eviscerated corpse.

Him and Bram desert the rest of their regiment, having no intention to return just to die in a spike-trap. But the encounter, terrifying and traumatic true, aroused an intense interest in the two. Just what was it that they'd encountered? As soon as they were safe from the wrath of military court, they did their research. They started slow at first, with little mind to know where to start, but steadily grew more and more knowledgeable. Eventually they would order books by the pile, scouring every inch of knowledge that they could find on mythologies, folklore, magic, whatever could teach them more. The two do not merely learn from books, however; as they scoured for knowledge, they'd heard of strange rumours and complaints, odd stories and problems in areas too remote or unimportant to expect official attention. It was here that Adrianus and Bram first applies their trade, hunting though the people who hired them rarely knew it. Simply presenting themselves as 'problem solvers,' there were few questions asked or answered when the issue of disappearing townsmen or odd affliction simply disappears - And there were certainly no answers to be given for the strange scratches and wounds that the two sometimes had when they'd returned for their pay. The two had no knowledge of the various guilds, until the Franklin Collective contacted them. They have been in their employ ever since, today some of the guild's experienced Containment Specialists.




-Abilities/Skills/Equipment-

Strengths:
No rest for the wicked: Dedicated, and self-reliant. If he does not know something, he will learn it. If a weapon is unfamiliar, he trains with it. He well and truly loves his work, and has every intention to be the best he is able to be. Thus, he trains, endlessly and constantly, every day of every week.

Unstoppable: Adrianus has an iron will, working for his own sense of accomplishment rather than coin or selfless protection. Hunting is done selfishly, simply because combat is what he loves doing. If he's close to death, he will fight tooth and nail to survive. If he is not, he will obsess over his target until it is dead. In witnessing brutality and gore, he is unfazable. A blood-soaked vampire is unimpressive, a brutal werewolf is nothing new. Death does not stop, and neither does Abeltje.

Improvisation: Adrianus is clever, and quick on his feet. Plans can go wrong, new variables can be thrown into the mix, but this former Marine is able to handle such situations. One to make new plans quickly, react immediately, innovate, etc. Simply, to improvise.

Weaknesses:
- Stubborn: Being 'unstoppable' is not always a good thing; though not one who will back down easily, that goes the same for when one definitely should. If Adrianus has made a decision, he will carry it out. If he has taken a target, he will follow that contract. If he has made up his mind, damn your opinion. Only friends or superiors can hope to change his mind, while the others are better off letting him get himself hurt.

- Addict: A sociopath can still feel pain. The Aceh war had him find a better life, thank god, but the horrors he faced are still very apparent. Some of the memories are harder than others, and drove Adrianus to turn to hard drugs to cope. Cocaine is a continuing favourite of his, and a lack of it will put him into a state of withdrawal.

- Leap before you look: Adrianus' mind runs quickly, and in the heat of battle he rarely thinks before acting. In times where he needs to improvise, he makes the new decision and immediately acts on it, often forgetting to account for something just in his peripheral.

Skillset:
- "Surprise!": The Aceh war was brutal, a mix of conventional and unconventional warfare. War crimes, guerillas, disease, and traps all rolled into one conflict. But it taught valuable lessons - Adrianus learned from the guerillas and the Marines; he knows how to use natural camouflage, how to hide and move quietly, how to mask his scent, where to hide but still fight, how to create an ambush. Combat is abrupt, quick, planned, and lethal - Once the gunfire starts, the marine moves quickly, dispatching enemies under the terrifying doctrine of 'shock and awe.' Targets are beset under a sudden burst of explosives, gunfire, and gas. It makes survivors rare, but those who do exist simply don't see enough to tell a story.

- Jungle fighter: Experienced in close-to-medium ranges. Adrianus can handle himself in melee (though prefers not to engage in it,) or at a distance with his firearm. While no sniper, he is a decent shot with an emphasis on dispatching targets quickly rather than accurately. Should the target close in, Adrianus will try to show them what happens when a butcher becomes a soldier. Still, it is best he keep a distance from the unnaturals.

- Gasrat: The Franklin Collective may be great innovators, but some inventions are better than others. One such invention is their Experimental Chlorine Bomb. Adrianus has used them so extensively that he has become an expert in chemical warfare, combining it closely with his 'shock and awe' style. The device is used in nearly every aspect of his style, from traps to direct assaults. Who said humans can't be scary?

- Trigger to the metal!: Close quarters happen to be the most dangerous situation for a human hunter to be in, and thus they have to find workarounds. For Adrianus, his workaround is his ability to quickly lay down a plethora of gunfire. Switching weapons or preparing grenades, but his abilities are truly shown when rapid-firing his revolver; able to empty the rounds before a beast can clear the distance, and waste barely a second before the next cylinder is slammed in, he can barrage an enemy under instinctual suppression.

Equipment:
- Korps Mariniers uniform: The identificators ripped off the fabric. Unit number, name, and any other specification is no longer there. However, the chevrons indicating the rank remains. Overall, the uniform is worn, with a tattered and damage left sleeve, but otherwise well maintained.

- Pouch of finely broken glass, iron, and silver: Foes who close the distance can enjoy never seeing again, as the user attempts to throw this in a cloud towards the opponent's face.

- Franklin Collective Hand Mortar, 'Diplomacy': Hand mortars are commonly feared for the lethality present for the rare failures, thus their development has been quite restrained over the years. The Franklin Collective had put their minds towards developing the most modern version of this weapon - Break-action, compatible with metal-cased ammunition, single-action, designed to handle very high-caliber ammunition. Typically used to fire high-explosive shells, but can also fit large slugs or massive buckshot rounds. Shortened to handle recoil, and be feasible alongside a rifle.

- Experimental Chlorine Gas Grenades, 'Coughdrops': Known to Bram and Adrianus as 'Coughdrops,' these are an experimental and highly dangerous weapon. Once the pin has been yanked and the grenade primed, the objective is to toss the orb as far as one can - hopefully tossing it into the midst of hostile forces. The grenade detonates six seconds after initial priming, and upon detonation ejects the shell outwards in a blast of shrapnel, and a massive plume of weaponized chlorine gas which quickly envelopes the area. If preferred, the time-delay system can be removed and fitted with a tripwire system, for use as an ambush tool.

- Lee-Enfield 1895 Carbine: Able to load ten .303 bullets, with a new bolt design closer to the hand for a faster pull. The rifle has been customized by the collective for greater maneuverability, and is his favourite primary to date.

- 2 sawn-off double barrel break-action shotguns: Short, powerful, and reliable.

- Gasmask.

- Sawback Bayonet: Utility and combat purposed knife or rifle attachment.

- Franklin modified Remmington 1875: Detachable cylinders are a lovely perk, but the need to import american ammunition is a pain when so far away from the continent. Thankfully, this version is modified for a more common round.

- Miscelaneous collection of traveling necessities, trap building tools, etc.


Powers/Abilities:
- Opposable thumbs and trigger fingers.

- Not a disgusting vampire.

 

[Moritz]

Bram de van Boer​

"Oh God... It stinks- And it BURNS!"

General:

Name: Bram de van Boer

Alias:Boeman

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual, Asexual to a degree.

Nationality: Kingdom of the Netherlands (Dutch)

Species: Human,

Faction: The Franklin Collective

Physicality and overall appearance:
Unmasked

Spoiler

Bram is rather average in appearance, with very little to his body that assists in helping him stand out from a crowd. His face is lightly wrinkled, and seemingly set in stone; an image of an eternally haggard individual. He is generally well-kept, however, and bathes regularly. He treats his mustache with the utmost respect!

Hair style: Incredibly short, closely cropped to his skull.

Hair color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Skin color: Caucasian

Height: 5'10

Weight: 185 lbs

Scars: Bram's body is dotted with occasional pockmarks and scars, reminders of the Aceh War and the hell that accompanies Jungle combat.

Body type: Bram's body is a standard example of a Soldier's physique. He's fit, athletic, and he metabolizes like a freight train.

Clothing: Bram is generally seen clad in a uniform styled as an aesthetic mix of Dutch and French military uniform, and he is generally masked when out in the field - A bad habit formed from baring witness to a rather nasty accident involving the testing phase of a chemical hand grenade. Outside of his 'field' attire, Bram is rarely - if at all - fashion-conscious. He tends to wear a simple grey coat, and trousers, paired with steel-toed worker's boots. His uniform is strapped tight to his body, with the wrists of his sleeves buckled, and his trousers tucked into his boots. His hands are covered with thin leather gloves.

Personal Information:

Likes:

- Being Alive: A given, but one that was reinforced rather harshly with the man's death, resurrection, and his soul's likely corruption. He has an intense fear of death, and any inkling of an afterlife. That is not to say Bram lets this fear rule him- He enjoys living life to its fullest, when his work with the Collective permits.

- Noise: An odd thing to for one to prefer, but something that Bram loathes is silence. It fills him with a sense of unease, and tends to slide Bram into a state of minor paranoia.

- A good meal; Eating - Bram's current situation is one that causes a rather large amount of strain on his body, so much so that he metabolizes at a rate much faster than an average human. As such, He is an absolute sucker for a well cooked meal, and diverts a large amount of his personal funds towards the purchase of hearty broths, freshly baked breads, and the like. Why not enjoy it?

- Technology: Whilst not one of the oddballs himself, Bram is quite fascinated - and easily impressed - by most forms of technology, as such, he frequently makes requests to test, observe, or otherwise assist in the various stages of the Collective's various pieces of field equipment.

- Firearms: Lovely things, guns. Useful for dealing with all sorts of trouble; From Guerilla fighters, to angry Revolutionaries, the odd Ghoul, and even the occasional mugger. Bram takes great pride in his weapons, and he takes great care to ensure they are treated properly, and with respect. He does his best to keep his weapons in top condition, regardless of location, age, or available supplies.

- Honor the Dead: Whilst not raised beneath the banner of one single religion - as his family held to their own, ancestral beliefs - Bram was taught to deeply respect the dead, and ancestral spirits of both stranger, and kin, and to disrespect either was to be considered deeply insulting and disrespectful to both one's self, and others. This system of belief would eventually manifest itself as a code of honor during his time in the Aceh War, where he was regularly seen assisting Priests in burying fellow Dutchmen, and the natives that had been working alongside them. This would become quite the boon during his time in the collective, as Bram found it far easier to work with - and occasionally alongside - Ghosts under the Collective's 'employ'.

Dislikes:

- Vampires: A filthy lot attempting to romanticize a foul existence. Whilst not outright genocidal to the species as a whole, Bram believes the world would be far better off if they were all put to stake, and their ashes cast to the darkest of voids.

- Cultists: Traitors to Family, Home, and Species. Those that would make bargains with corrupted Vampires, or worse, are to be shunned and put to a swift end. No forgiveness, no second chances.

- Werewolves: A hate similar to that of the Vampires, though one with less venom. Bram loathes Werewolves simply due to the damage their ilk tend to cause, and the danger they present to society... and his own well-being.

- Terrible Cooking: Lazy Cooks and Terrible Chefs are better off kicked to the hovels of the unemployed! What more is there to say!?

- Dislikes violent, painful coughing. Oh dear.

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Goals: Bram has very little to strive for in his current state, despite all that has happened. He is quite content with his life, and is eager to continue soldiering on with his chosen companions, regardless of time or cost. However, he has a strong, overwhelming desire to find some way to atone for the crimes he helped commit in the Aceh War. His life is far from over, so who knows what the future may hold.

Deepest Fears:
- Bram has a deep, gut-wrenching fear of death. He is well aware of the effects of Spiritual resurrection, and is none-to-keen to find out what may happen should his soul be brought back from the brink and into the hands of an Eldritch beast, or a malignant spirit; Or Gods forbid, be allowed to fade into the clutches of the afterlife.

- Becoming corrupted: Bram abhors most - if not all - eldritch powers. The very idea that he may suffer some form of twisted fate, or afterlife, fills him with a constant existential dread, and a violent drive to avoid a loss of self, or conscious.

- Accidentally inhaling one of his 'Coughdrops'.





Personality: Like his friend, and frequent Work-partner Adrianus, Bram is a rather selfish individual. His time in the Aceh War took a large toll on body, mind, and soul; and as to be expected, he returned a changed man. Isolated from his homeland, and nursing the scars of war, Bram caved in on himself; He became a sullen individual, preferring straightforward conversation and simple resolution. Comfort and care began to lie primarily with those he considered close friends, or kin. This is not to say that he shuns those he happens not to know - quite the opposite, as Bram can easily be seen as a rather caring individual- but will rarely, unless prompted, go out of his way to risk life, limb, and friend for those he is poorly acquainted with.

Backstory:

Spoiler

Bram's life was a dull one, but one filled with a grand sense of love and belonging. His mother and father were both wonderful, caring parents and ensured their child wanted for nothing; within reason, that is, for a farmer's life - whilst carrying with it the kind of joy one can only know by working land that one owns - is by no means a profitable, nor luxurious life; Something that young Bram wouldn't quite understand till he was much older, and far wiser of how unfair life and all of it's rocky, rumbling troubles could be.

It was on Bram's Sixteenth birthday that the storm rolled in. A cruel, torrential gale blown in from the sea set about drowning all of his Family's hard work beneath an ocean of water, suffocating every planted seed, churning every sewn field.

They never recovered.

The years drove on, Bram and his family did what they could to salvage the farm, but the damage had been done. An entire year's worth of toil destroyed by a single storm. The family salvaged what they could from the mud and muck, but the damage had been done - without that year's harvest, their economic situation declined rapidly. Eventually, his family was forced to sell what little of the farm remained before shifting to a farm belonging to a long standing friend of the family. It was here that Bram, and his parents, would live out the next
two years, toiling in a state of brutal poverty- kept aloft only through the shear, charitable force of their friends and extended family. By Bram's nineteenth birthday, he had had enough- and soon found himself enlisting for service in the Dutch military.

It was here that Bram found out just how addictive the sensation of finding one's true calling could be. Having been born of hard work and harsh manual labor, Bram excelled in this new Military environment, and quickly found himself a candidate for the Korps Mariniers.

A few months later, with rising turmoil in the Aceh region, Bram found himself deployed to Aceh, and by the time his regiment's transport had arrived, the first battle had been fought with an overwhelming loss of Dutch life. It was here that Bram would meet Adrianus, a man whom would soon become one of Bram's closest friends. Together the two would shoot, crawl, and claw their way together through the disease-strewn hell of Aceh's mighty jungles, forming a unique bond in the crucible of desperate, bloody combat.

Seven years. Seven years of trudging through fight after fight, charge after bloody charge, Bram nearly collapsed upon hearing that - at last - the war was over. Aceh had been taken, and they now stood defeated beneath the might of the Dutch Military.

Three years of peace, those years were bliss to Bram and many others. It was during these years that Bram grew to know the person buried beneath the skin of Adrianus the Soldier, and they became great friends. The peace was short lived, however, when the Second Aceh war reignited the engine of war, and the Korps Mariniers were once again sent into combat, this time against a foe far better prepared.

The initial wave of combat took a heavy toll upon the combined Dutch forces pushing into Aceh, introducing them to the horrors of guerilla combat. Casualties began to climb rapidly, and as time pressed on, the Dutch grew more and more brutal. Each wave of Dutch casualties would be met with horrific retaliation. Soldiers were assigned orders to wipe out entire villages, no matter the occupants. It was here that Bram began to become disillusioned with both the war, and - in general - his homeland. Killing dissidents was one thing, but bring entire villages to the blade was another. Bram prayed for release, anything to make the voices stop and the faces fade away.

Unfortunately, his prayers were answered

Bram's regiment had been redirected to a region of Aceh that had become a well-known killing ground. Dozens of platoons, even full-sized regiments, vanishing into the jungle. Guerilla fighters, good ones, they thought- Lord were they wrong. What the regiment found was much worse than Guerillas, it was unnatural, unholy. It was awful, and it tore them to pieces. Bram isn't quite sure what deigned to spare him from the horrors of that day- He woke up, dazed and bloodied, but alive; and with the help of Adrianus, who too had decided enough was enough, he fled.


It would take them many months, but, eventually they found themselves back in Europe - Forever changed, forever haunted by what they had seen, but filled with a sick sense of curiosity. What had happened?, what in the name of God - or perhaps Gods - had torn their regiment, their friends, to pieces with such ease? Creatures the likes of which had never been seen, or so they first thought. They quickly set about to researching what they had come to witness. Visiting ancient libraries, hunting down outdated tomes, Adrianus and Bram quickly began amassing a large sum of outdated - but still fairly useful - information.


Eventually, their curiosity grew to a fever pitch - and upon mixing with their thirst for retribution, they set about Western and Southern Europe, traveling to isolated regions to search for - and end the existence of - various beasts of the night. It was inevitable that they would, one day, encounter one of the guilds - The Franklin Collective, to be precise, and they quickly found themselves gainfully employed- for despite their rather lopsided efforts, they were deemed to be useful, and Gram embraced this new opportunity wholeheartedly.

Abilities/Skills/Equipment:

Strengths:
- Proficient in the usage of firearms, explosives, and the occasional list of experimental weaponry. If you need something shot, gassed, or blown up- Bram's the man to talk to.

-A weak, although functional knowledge, of how to work with, handle, or hunt Spirits.

- Useful in a scrap: As a veteran of the Aceh War, and a former member of the Korps Mariniers, Bram is more than capable of handling himself in both hand-to-hand, and Close-quarters combat.

- Proficient in Guerilla, Ambush, and Shock warfare. The jungles of Indonesia were a harsh place, occupied by a determined people. He and those he fought with quickly became quite skilled at reducing the daily number of enemy combatants.

- Experimental Resources: As a minor member of the Collective, Bram has low-priority access to a list of materials that, with the right ideas and planning, be put to use in creating new devices for use in combat, all he needs is a rough idea - and the Collective's permission - and he'll be off!

Weaknesses:

- Whilst Bram can handle himself in Melee, or hand to hand, he far from prefers it. As a human going up against the occasional nightmarish beast, Bram prefers to keep his enemies are rifle, or pistol, length. He quickly finds himself becoming frantic during 'Melee' combat with the more terrifying beasts.

- Bram absolutely abhors Vampires. He believes the entire species would be better off extinct, and there is very little one can do to change his mind. This makes it incredibly hard for Vampiric individuals to work with Bram.

- Bram, unsurprisingly, hates Demons more than he hates vampires, and that's saying something. To Bram, Demons are a perfect symbol of all that is wrong with the world- Both physically, and spiritually. They are to be abhorred, hated, avoided, and destroyed if possible.

- He's human.




Skillset:

Pyromaniac: Bram's attempt to cement membership within the Collective - coupled with Ghouls and the occasional Vampire being the subject of Bram and Adrianus' abhorrent ire - resulted in one of Bram's most favored pieces of equipment- A custom-tooled Flamethrower, inspired - much like the Grenades - by a mixture of historical information, and Military innovation. Whilst initial tests were messy, and often quite dangerous, the end results speak for themselves. Bram has become, in a sense, a veritable Pyromaniac; A practitioner of Cleansing flame, torching those creatures that would dare sully the world with their foul existence. Bram is incredibly inventive when it comes to the usage of fire, and has become quite adept at the usage of Flame-based weaponry, and similar equipment.

Experimental Warfare: Taking inspiration from days of old, and recent advances in chemical weaponry - both theorized, and tested - Bram has become adept at using Chlorine gas grenades, and has done well in adapting his fighting style to center around these wonderful bundles of terror and suffocating pain. They are incredibly hazardous, and as a result, Bram almost always keeps his mask glued to his face.

There's more where that came from!: Bram has taken to hauling a ridiculous amount of firepower in his greatcoat. He carries three spare pistols, and a heap of ammunition for his shotgun.







Equipment:

Custom-Tooled Flamethrower: A horrific weapon inspired by Historical examples and Prototype military schematics, Bram has requisitioned his own variant of the venerable flamethrower, designed primarily for use against Ghouls, Vampires, and entrenched cultists. Two tanks of fuel, and a third tank of compressed gas, are used to eject a line of flame from between 60 to 120 feet. In order to reduce risk to the operator, and allies, Bram has built the tanks out of thick aluminium. Two of the three tanks are filled with a mixture of Petrol, flammable tar, and calcium phosphide, whilst the third, smaller tank is filled with compressed nitrogen which is used to eject the mixture out of the weapon's 'wand'. The ignition system is rather basic, utilizing a small amount of hydrogen to produce a small flame at the end of the wand for use in igniting the mixture. The tanks are held to Bram's back by a chest rig designed to evenly distribute the device's hefty weight of 60 pounds. It is completed with an emergency release strap in the rare case that the fuel within the tanks is somehow ignited by an exterior force. The calcium phosphide added to the fuel mixture makes this an especially dangerous weapon, as any attempt to put the chemical fire out with water can and will make things worse, as the Calcium phosphide mixed into the fuel, upon coming into contact with water creates phosphine gas, which ignites instantly, and - oddly enough - leaves behind the distinct odor of garlic.

DO NOT POUR WATER ON THIS FIRE.

Spoiler

3x Lefauchex 20 round magnums: A ridiculous weapon by normal standards, Bram carries three of these within his Greatcoat. Preferably reloaded before - or after - a field deployment, these weapons are Bram's preferred close-quarters weapon, capable of sending a group of men to meet their maker en-mass

Spoiler

Winchester 1887 Lever-action shotgun, 18 inch barrel: A shortened version of the 1887 Lever-action shotgun designed by John Browning. For use in situations where a lot of bang is required in a relatively short distance.

Spoiler

The lower one.

Experimental Chlorine Gas Grenades, 'Coughdrops': Known to Bram and Adrianus as 'Coughdrops' - These weapons are an experimental and highly dangerous weapon. Once the pin has been yanked and the grenade primed, the objective is to toss the orb as far as one can - hopefully tossing it into the midst of hostile forces. The grenade detonates six seconds after initial priming, and upon detonation ejects the shell outwards in a burst of shrapnel, and a massive plume of weaponized chlorine gas, which quickly envelopes the area. If preferred, the time-delay system can be removed and fitted with a tripwire system, for use as an ambush tool.

Spoiler

Triangular combat knife: A rather simple dagger built with a triangular blade and modelled primarily after the stiletto family of bladed weapons. Primarily for use in rather dire situations. Wounds caused by blades such as this are incredibly hard to close, especially if the blade is driven down to the cross-guard. The blade's handguard has been spiked for use in punching, should the need arise.

Spoiler

Powers: None. Though he's a pretty good cook.




OOC note: BBcode layout borrowed from Cerpintaxt. Sorry for minor thievin', I absolutely suck at BBcode and have always had trouble with the post layout :s

 

[The Shadow Realm]

"I am a shell- deathless, yet at the same time, lifeless. A false life-form given form through iron and gear. The girl is long dead, swallowed by the abyss. I am but an imitation, retaining the memories of me and my father." Doll of Ainsworth

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Name: Arial Ainsworth

Alias: The Doll of Ainsworth

Gender: Female

Age: 66

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: British

Species: Ghost (Clockwork Doll)

Faction: The Corrupted Rose

• Physical Information
• Personal Information
• Backstory
• Skills and Combat Information
• Miscellaneous Information

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  When viewed from afar, Arial can pass as any normal 15-year old girl. However, when viewed up close, you can easily distinguish her from a human. Her expression is always blank, and her eyes are actually made of stained glass. Her skin is extremely smooth and shiny, and when touched fells exactly like a metal surface. Furthermore, you can see how her fingers are connected segment by segment.
  
  Hair Style: Arial possesses short hair, neat hair with a few locks of hair that grow down to her waist.
  
  Hair Color: Her hair is a very light shade of purple, and can be mistaken for pink from a distance.
  
  Eye Color: The colour of Arial's eyes are a very light brown. Though they may seem real from a distance, here eyes are made of stained glass.
  
  Skin Color: Her skin is pale, and looks almost like real skin. However, it appears metallic, shiny and very smooth. The surface feels smooth and ice-cold, as her exterior is made of brass and steel.
  
  Scar: There is a scratch on the right cheek that runs down her face.
  
  Height: 5'3
  
  Weight: 56 lbs
  
  Body Type: Arial has a very slim and delicate appearance. Relatively short, and very light.
  
  Clothing: Arial wears a beautifully made dress, which is blue with gold accents. It is made of silk and cloth, like a dress on a toy doll. Her boots are made of leather, and she wears a metal brass clip on her head.
  
  Clockwork Doll: As Arial is a ghost possessing a clockwork doll, if the doll is destroyed, so is the said ghost, as the doll is her anchor. More specifically, her anchor is the gearbox located in the doll's chassis. If limbs are destroyed, they can be replaced. Hell, if her whole body is destroyed, as long as the gearbox is intact, she can be fitted with a new body.
  
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  Likes:
  
  • Reading- there isn't much entertainment, and Auriel doesn't go outside often. Reading has become a common way for her to kill time.
  • Tinkering- When she can obtain the parts, Auriel likes to make or tinker with clockwork toys such as music boxes or wind-up figures.
  • Quiet- Auriel prefers a quiet atmosphere, as opposed to loud noises and a lively atmosphere.
  • Music- specifically those of a music box. She finds music boxes relaxing, and they remind them of her father.
  • Clockwork Toys- hey, they're fun. Let a century-old clockwork doll play with her clockwork toys.
  • Cats- they're cute...
  Dislikes:
  
  • Tentacles- squirmy, slimy tendrils... man, they're the worst...
  • Food- she's just salty that she can't enjoy food anymore.
  • Large gatherings- Auriel doesn't particularly enjoy large groups of people.
  • Loud noises- those things annoy her.
  • Demons- those things look absolutely disgusting.
  • Firearms- again, loud noises suck.
  Deepest Fear:
  
  • Arial dreads the thought that one day, she would have to watch her friends wither and die before her eyes just as her father.
  • The one thing in the world Arial fears most is the thought of losing herself and becoming a demon. She knows of the consequences of a ghost becoming corrupted, and is terrified of losing herself and becoming just another mindless, bloodthirsty beast for hunters to kill.
  Personality:
  Described as a quiet and distant girl, Arial gives off a cold and emotionless aura. Though it isn't true that Arial cannot feel emotions, it is physically impossible for her to change her facial expression. She's actually quite loyal to the few people she cares about. Arial doesn't partcularly enjoy killing vampyres and other former humans, though she doesn't exactly have qualms about it either. Arial generally tries to keep a level head, and when travelling in a party, she tries to keep everyone in a bright mood. Of course, she can crack up a few jokes, even a few... innapropriate ones, but sometimes her expressionless isn't fit for telling jokes.
  
  
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  Goal: I do not have ambitions of my own. I can only barely remember father's face, but I will still carry on his knowledge...
  
  Decades ago, there existed a scholar known as Ainsworth. At the time, he was one of very few who possessed boundless knowledge of the eldritch beings that lurked in shadows. Though one may argue that Ainsworth was not exactly the most sane person, his knowledge was invaluable to hunters. The scholar himself had also seen an eldritch creature with his own eyes, and with it, a truth that no human was meant to know. From the this truth, Ainsworth gained the ability of umbramancy, manipulating the darkness to his will, able to hide himself in shadows. However, the scholar soon had a daughter, and despite the best effortsof doctors, his wife died on illness.
  
  His daughter was Arial Ainsworth, and though he was Arial's only guardian, he had little time to spare for his daughter: something he would come to regret. As he was unable and unwilling to adopt his own ways, he usually left his daughter to her own devices, believing that she would manage on her own in this world. As it would seem however, that he was wrong.
  
  Arial soon began suffering a fatal disease, the likes of which hasn't been seen. The disease was nickamed 'The Veiled Death' and among the many victims, Arial had fallen prey to the unrelenting disease. However, it appeared as though her soul was unable to move on, and manifested as a ghost. Arial's father asked for a clockwork doll to be made in her likeness, and he used a iron gearbox as Arial's anchor. By doing this, he was able to 'resurrect' his daughter.
  
  Though, as the cruel mistress fate is, Arial's father too, soon became victim to The Veiled Death. Arial stayed by his side until the dying breath, and there, she told herself that she would continue her father's work. After absorbing herself into mountains of lore, Arial had joined with the Corrupted Rose, acting as a walking encyclopedia- if somebody needed information on a creature, Arial would almost always have said information.
  
  However, in one accident while accompanying a party, Arial's body was severely damaged and she had a new body made for her- the current clockwork body she is using does not resemble her original form at all.
  
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  Strengths
  
  • As long as the gearbox is unharmed, Arial can change bodies and repair her damaged body any number of times
  • She is quite intelligent, which makes up for her lack of physical ability
  Weaknesses
  
  • No skill in any form of combat
  • Her body is quite fragile, it cannot sustain very much damage
  • She lacks any sort of impressive physical traits- she can run well enough, but don't expect her to wrestle a Hound of Tindalos... Do they even exist?
  
  Powers/Abilites
  
  • Scholar: Arial possesses immense knowledge on the monsters that dwell in shadows, and knows them in great detial, including their abilities and weaknesses
  • Possession: With their permission, Arial can possess a person's body and regenerate wounds. It can save your life, but it won't give you your limbs or organs back.
  • Lesser Necromancy: Arial is able to revive freshly fallen allies. She's not an Elder Lich, her name isn't Faust, and she didn't used to be some Grand Archmage, so don't expect the gates of the underworld to appear and thousands of undead to pour out of it.
  • Immortality: For as long as her tether remains, Arial can remain indefinitely in the world, as long as some Old God doesn't eat her...
  
  
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  Theme Song:
  
  Others: before anyone asks, I didn't actually get the idea from the doll from Bloodborne. I got the idea for the Clockworker's Doll from Evillious Chronicles...
  

Bram de van Boer​

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"Oh God... It stinks- And it BURNS!"

General:

Name: Bram de van Boer

Alias:Boeman

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual, Asexual to a degree.

Nationality: Kingdom of the Netherlands (Dutch)

Species: Human,

Faction: The Franklin Collective

Physicality and overall appearance:
Unmasked

Spoiler

Bram is rather average in appearance, with very little to his body that assists in helping him stand out from a crowd. His face is lightly wrinkled, and seemingly set in stone; an image of an eternally haggard individual. He is generally well-kept, however, and bathes regularly. He treats his mustache with the utmost respect!

Hair style: Incredibly short, closely cropped to his skull.

Hair color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Skin color: Caucasian

Height: 5'10

Weight: 185 lbs

Scars: Bram's body is dotted with occasional pockmarks and scars, reminders of the Aceh War and the hell that accompanies Jungle combat.

Body type: Bram's body is a standard example of a Soldier's physique. He's fit, athletic, and he metabolizes like a freight train.

Clothing: Bram is generally seen clad in a uniform styled as an aesthetic mix of Dutch and French military uniform, and he is generally masked when out in the field - A bad habit formed from baring witness to a rather nasty accident involving the testing phase of a chemical hand grenade. Outside of his 'field' attire, Bram is rarely - if at all - fashion-conscious. He tends to wear a simple grey coat, and trousers, paired with steel-toed worker's boots. His uniform is strapped tight to his body, with the wrists of his sleeves buckled, and his trousers tucked into his boots. His hands are covered with thin leather gloves.

Personal Information:

Likes:

- Being Alive: A given, but one that was reinforced rather harshly with the man's death, resurrection, and his soul's likely corruption. He has an intense fear of death, and any inkling of an afterlife. That is not to say Bram lets this fear rule him- He enjoys living life to its fullest, when his work with the Collective permits.

- Noise: An odd thing to for one to prefer, but something that Bram loathes is silence. It fills him with a sense of unease, and tends to slide Bram into a state of minor paranoia.

- A good meal; Eating - Bram's current situation is one that causes a rather large amount of strain on his body, so much so that he metabolizes at a rate much faster than an average human. As such, He is an absolute sucker for a well cooked meal, and diverts a large amount of his personal funds towards the purchase of hearty broths, freshly baked breads, and the like. Why not enjoy it?

- Technology: Whilst not one of the oddballs himself, Bram is quite fascinated - and easily impressed - by most forms of technology, as such, he frequently makes requests to test, observe, or otherwise assist in the various stages of the Collective's various pieces of field equipment.

- Firearms: Lovely things, guns. Useful for dealing with all sorts of trouble; From Guerilla fighters, to angry Revolutionaries, the odd Ghoul, and even the occasional mugger. Bram takes great pride in his weapons, and he takes great care to ensure they are treated properly, and with respect. He does his best to keep his weapons in top condition, regardless of location, age, or available supplies.

Dislikes:

- Vampires: A filthy lot attempting to romanticize a foul existence. Whilst not outright genocidal to the species as a whole, Bram believes the world would be far better off if they were all put to stake, and their ashes cast to the darkest of voids.

- Cultists: Traitors to Family, Home, and Species. Those that would make bargains with corrupted Vampires, or worse, are to be shunned and put to a swift end. No forgiveness, no second chances.

- Werewolves: A hate similar to that of the Vampires, though one with less venom. Bram loathes Werewolves simply due to the damage their ilk tend to cause, and the danger they present to society... and his own well-being.

- Terrible Cooking: Lazy Cooks and Terrible Chefs are better off kicked to the hovels of the unemployed! What more is there to say!?

- Dislikes violent, painful coughing. Oh dear.

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Goals: Bram has very little to strive for in his current state, despite all that has happened. He is quite content with his life, and is eager to continue soldiering on with his chosen companions, regardless of time or cost. However, he has a strong, overwhelming desire to find some way to atone for the crimes he helped commit in the Aceh War. His life is far from over, so who knows what the future may hold.

Deepest Fears:
- Bram has a deep, gut-wrenching fear of death. He is well aware of the effects of Spiritual resurrection, and is none-to-keen to find out what may happen should his soul be brought back from the brink and into the hands of an Eldritch beast, or a malignant spirit; Or Gods forbid, be allowed to fade into the clutches of the afterlife.

- Becoming corrupted: Bram abhors most - if not all - eldritch powers. The very idea that he may suffer some form of twisted fate, or afterlife, fills him with a constant existential dread, and a violent drive to avoid a loss of self, or conscious.

- Accidentally inhaling one of his 'Coughdrops'.





Personality: Like his friend, and frequent Work-partner Adrianus, Bram is a rather selfish individual. His time in the Aceh War took a large toll on body, mind, and soul; and as to be expected, he returned a changed man. Isolated from his homeland, and nursing the scars of war, Bram caved in on himself; He became a sullen individual, preferring straightforward conversation and simple resolution. Comfort and care began to lie primarily with those he considered close friends, or kin. This is not to say that he shuns those he happens not to know - quite the opposite, as Bram can easily be seen as a rather caring individual- but will rarely, unless prompted, go out of his way to risk life, limb, and friend for those he is poorly acquainted with.

Backstory:

Spoiler

Bram's life was a dull one, but one filled with a grand sense of love and belonging. His mother and father were both wonderful, caring parents and ensured their child wanted for nothing; within reason, that is, for a farmer's life - whilst carrying with it the kind of joy one can only know by working land that one owns - is by no means a profitable, nor luxurious life; Something that young Bram wouldn't quite understand till he was much older, and far wiser of how unfair life and all of it's rocky, rumbling troubles could be.

It was on Bram's Sixteenth birthday that the storm rolled in. A cruel, torrential gale blown in from the sea set about drowning all of his Family's hard work beneath an ocean of water, suffocating every planted seed, churning every sewn field.

They never recovered.

The years drove on, Bram and his family did what they could to salvage the farm, but the damage had been done. An entire year's worth of toil destroyed by a single storm. The family salvaged what they could from the mud and muck, but the damage had been done - without that year's harvest, their economic situation declined rapidly. Eventually, his family was forced to sell what little of the farm remained before shifting to a farm belonging to a long standing friend of the family. It was here that Bram, and his parents, would live out the next
two years, toiling in a state of brutal poverty- kept aloft only through the shear, charitable force of their friends and extended family. By Bram's nineteenth birthday, he had had enough- and soon found himself enlisting for service in the Dutch military.

It was here that Bram found out just how addictive the sensation of finding one's true calling could be. Having been born of hard work and harsh manual labor, Bram excelled in this new Military environment, and quickly found himself a candidate for the Korps Mariniers.

A few months later, with rising turmoil in the Aceh region, Bram found himself deployed to Aceh, and by the time his regiment's transport had arrived, the first battle had been fought with an overwhelming loss of Dutch life. It was here that Bram would meet Adrianus, a man whom would soon become one of Bram's closest friends. Together the two would shoot, crawl, and claw their way together through the disease-strewn hell of Aceh's mighty jungles, forming a unique bond in the crucible of desperate, bloody combat.

Seven years. Seven years of trudging through fight after fight, charge after bloody charge, Bram nearly collapsed upon hearing that - at last - the war was over. Aceh had been taken, and they now stood defeated beneath the might of the Dutch Military.

Three years of peace, those years were bliss to Bram and many others. It was during these years that Bram grew to know the person buried beneath the skin of Adrianus the Soldier, and they became great friends. The peace was short lived, however, when the Second Aceh war reignited the engine of war, and the Korps Mariniers were once again sent into combat, this time against a foe far better prepared.

The initial wave of combat took a heavy toll upon the combined Dutch forces pushing into Aceh, introducing them to the horrors of guerilla combat. Casualties began to climb rapidly, and as time pressed on, the Dutch grew more and more brutal. Each wave of Dutch casualties would be met with horrific retaliation. Soldiers were assigned orders to wipe out entire villages, no matter the occupants. It was here that Bram began to become disillusioned with both the war, and - in general - his homeland. Killing dissidents was one thing, but bring entire villages to the blade was another. Bram prayed for release, anything to make the voices stop and the faces fade away.

Unfortunately, his prayers were answered

Bram's regiment had been redirected to a region of Aceh that had become a well-known killing ground. Dozens of platoons, even full-sized regiments, vanishing into the jungle. Guerilla fighters, good ones, they thought- Lord were they wrong. What the regiment found was much worse than Guerillas, it was unnatural, unholy. It was awful, and it tore them to pieces. Bram isn't quite sure what deigned to spare him from the horrors of that day- He woke up, dazed and bloodied, but alive; and with the help of Adrianus, who too had decided enough was enough, he fled.


It would take them many months, but, eventually they found themselves back in Europe - Forever changed, forever haunted by what they had seen, but filled with a sick sense of curiosity. What had happened?, what in the name of God - or perhaps Gods - had torn their regiment, their friends, to pieces with such ease? Creatures the likes of which had never been seen, or so they first thought. They quickly set about to researching what they had come to witness. Visiting ancient libraries, hunting down outdated tomes, Adrianus and Bram quickly began amassing a large sum of outdated - but still fairly useful - information.


Eventually, their curiosity grew to a fever pitch - and upon mixing with their thirst for retribution, they set about Western and Southern Europe, traveling to isolated regions to search for - and end the existence of - various beasts of the night. It was inevitable that they would, one day, encounter one of the guilds - The Franklin Collective, to be precise, and they quickly found themselves gainfully employed- for despite their rather lopsided efforts, they were deemed to be useful, and Gram embraced this new opportunity wholeheartedly.

Abilities/Skills/Equipment:

Strengths:
- Proficient in the usage of firearms, explosives, and the occasional list of experimental weaponry. If you need something shot, gassed, or blown up- Bram's the man to talk to.

- Due to his unusual status as a long-standing host for a Spirit, Bram is unfortunately capable of gazing upon the visage of Spirits unaided. An ability that causes Bram a great deal of unease; far too similar to being touched by Eldritch influence.

-A weak, although functional knowledge, of how to work with, handle, or hunt Spirits.

- Useful in a scrap: As a veteran of the Aceh War, and a former member of the Korps Mariniers, Bram is more than capable of handling himself in both hand-to-hand, and Close-quarters combat.

- Proficient in Guerilla, Ambush, and Shock warfare. The jungles of Indonesia were a harsh place, occupied by a determined people. He and those he fought with quickly became quite skilled at reducing the daily number of enemy combatants.


Weaknesses:

- Whilst Bram can handle himself in Melee, or hand to hand, he far from prefers it. As a human going up against the occasional nightmarish beast, Bram prefers to keep his enemies are rifle, or pistol, length. He quickly finds himself becoming frantic during 'Melee' combat with the more terrifying beasts.

- Bram absolutely abhors Vampires. He believes the entire species would be better off extinct, and there is very little one can do to change his mind. This makes it incredibly hard for Vampiric individuals to work with Bram.

- Bram, unsurprisingly, hates Demons more than he hates vampires, and that's saying something. To Bram, Demons are a perfect symbol of all that is wrong with the world- Both physically, and spiritually. They are to be abhorred, hated, avoided, and destroyed if possible.

- He's human.




Skillset:

Rifleman: Bram has become a grand shot with Bolt action rifles, and weapons of similar design. You want a Cultist's brain blown out the back of his skull at distance further than shankin' range?, Talk to Bram.

Experimental Warfare: Taking inspiration from days of old, and recent advances in chemical weaponry - both theorized, and tested - Bram has become adept at using Chlorine gas grenades, and has done well in adapting his fighting style to center around these wonderful bundles of terror and suffocating pain. They are incredibly hazardous, and as a result, Bram almost always keeps his mask glued to his face.

There's more where that came from!: Bram has taken to hauling a ridiculous amount of firepower in his greatcoat. He carries three spare pistols, and a heap of ammunition alongside his Shotgun, and rifle.

A Pikeman in all but name: Despite Bram's preference for ranged combat, if push comes to shove, Bram is quite adept at employing Pike tactics- Effectively transforming his Lebel - when fitted with the Bayonet - into a makeshift Pike, for use in poking his foes to death at a comfortable six to seven foot range.





Equipment:

Lebel 1886 Bolt-Action Rifle: A revolutionary weapon for what it's worth, if a bit hard to adjust to for newcomers. Bram had one hell of an adjustment period upon transitioning to the weapon, but he has never once looked back. 10 round capacity, 4.28 feet in length, roughly 5.14 feet with cruciform bayonet attached.

Spoiler

3x Lefauchex 20 round magnums: A ridiculous weapon by normal standards, Bram carries three of these within his Greatcoat. Preferably reloaded before - or after - a field deployment, these weapons are Bram's preferred close-quarters weapon, capable of sending a group of men to meet their maker en-mass

Spoiler

Winchester 1887 Lever-action shotgun, 18 inch barrel: A shortened version of the 1887 Lever-action shotgun designed by John Browning. For use in situations where a lot of bang is required in a relatively short distance.

Spoiler

The lower one.

Experimental Chlorine Gas Grenades, 'Coughdrops': Known to Bram and Adrianus as 'Coughdrops' - These weapons are an experimental and highly dangerous weapon. Once the pin has been yanked and the grenade primed, the objective is to toss the orb as far as one can - hopefully tossing it into the midst of hostile forces. The grenade detonates six seconds after initial priming, and upon detonation ejects the shell outwards in a burst of shrapnel, and a massive plume of weaponized chlorine gas, which quickly envelopes the area. If preferred, the time-delay system can be removed and fitted with a tripwire system, for use as an ambush tool.

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OOC note: BBcode layout borrowed from Cerpintaxt. Sorry for minor thievin', I absolutely suck at BBcode and have always had trouble with the post layout :s

"You're not immortal after all."​

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-General-

Name: Adrianus van de Beenhouwer

Alias: Abeltje - Dutch name meaning 'Breath'

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: Kingdom of the Netherlands

Species: Human

Faction: The Franklin Collective



-Physical Characteristics-

Hair Style: Hair is often cut short and combed backwards, to keep an air of professionalism. Facial hair has been allowed to grow to a short, rough beard, well-trimmed to show care and maintenance.

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: Skin tone is a white typical to the Dutch.

Height: 5'9''

Weight: 165 ib

Scars: Four rough, jagged claw-marks running along the right forearm. They have healed well, and clearly were not too serious. There are others, scattered around the body, but they are a mixture of faint and small. The skin is hard as a result of the long years of soldiering and hunting.

Tattoos: A small but well-detailed tattoo, depicting an anchor over an X-crossed saber and rifle, on the left shoulder.

Body Type: Adrianus is well toned, almost athletic in his build.

Description:
Though short, Adrianus has the air and presence of a soldier. His expressions are hard, his skin is rough and marked, and his build is athletic. In combat, he furthers the aura by wearing the old uniform of his military days - Though the unit number and name have been ripped off, the yellow chevrons proudly remain. The left sleeve is tattered, a remnant from his first encounter with the unnatural, but otherwise the outfit is very well maintained - High-class stitching apparent in some areas of damage. Satchels hang on the sides of the hunter, as well as rigging and a backpack.

Outside of combat, Adrianus dresses rather plainly. Though well payed, he spends most of his earnings on work. He cares about his appearance, sure, but has little ambition towards it - A common man's clothes is good enough for most of the population, so it will be good enough for him. Otherwise, a trimmed short beard, short hair combed back, and a crucifix.


-Personal Information-

Likes:
- Warm food, a good joke, good company.
- The hunt
- A heavy bag of coin

Dislikes:
- Muslims
- Demons
- Werewolves
- Vampires
- Dilemma

Goal(s):
- Do what he loves doing for as long as he can. Adrianus enjoys playing the ultimate game of strategy, and the ultimate test of martial prowess. He has no plans of stopping, no interest of peace or 'settling down.' The money is just a handy addition.
- Keep enjoyable company, which presently is a goal strongly surrounding Bram

Your Deepest Fears:
- Isolation.
- Accidentally inhaling one of his cough drops.
- The Dutch Government.
- Bram's death

Personality: Adrianus' questionable nature is quite apparent to those who know of him, and something he cares little to think of. He hunts for fun, the thrill of competition where the stakes are highest. Protection of the innocent is just a side note that keeps his conscience from nagging at him, and the coin a means to continue his work. He is quite selfish around strangers, though protective and helpful to comrades and friends - Indeed, in fact, very needy and sacrificial towards them. He is blunt and closed-minded, preferring to not trouble himself with moral dilemmas and the like in order to keep things simple. Things are right, or wrong - Effective, or not. Despite such, Adrianus is not an evil man; Merely, he has somewhat of a disconnect to empathetic ideals.

Background:
Adrianus' upbringing was one of the things that prepared him for what was to come. His upbringing was not abusive, nor filled with tragedy - His father was poor, true, but there was enough money to eat when they were hungry and to go to school. However, his family never wanted a child, and the accident that was Adrianus was not taken with enthusiasm. He grew up with a distance between him and his parents, not met with abuse but with little guidance or care from them. It caused him to become strong and independent, but with an unbareable loneliness. Still, he learned to deal with his problems his own way, and largely on his own. He came to rely on friends rather than family to give him a feeling of care and companionship, though he would be known as somewhat needy of them. As Adrianus grows older, he works beside his father as a butcher. Life is... boring, and disappointing. The protections of his childhood dwindle, taking more and more berrations from his equally disgruntled parents, Adrianus becoming an outlet for them to deal with their woes. He slowly finds himself increasingly exhausted, the presence of his parents and the tedium of his life unbareable. Every day the same routine, again and again, for years. In a desperate attempt to find meaning, or joy, or excitement, he enlists with the Dutch Korps Mariniers, the Kingdom's Marines.

Adrianus finds himself deployed to Aceh, during rising tension in the region. Soon after his deployment, the area explodes into war. Major General Johan Harmen Rudolf Köhler moves quickly, bombarding the capital with the intention of a quick victory. But the Aceh were both underestimated, and aided by foreign powers. Kohler dies, along with a quarter of Adrianus' belonging regiment. Units are shifted and merged to accomodate the embarassing losses of the first wave, wherein Adrianus first meets Bram. The two fight together during the Second Dutch Offensive, cutting their teeth under a long seven-year war. Here, Adrianus finds himself. He comes to realize he enjoys- no, loves the experience of combat. Out-maneuvering, out-thinking, out-performing, until the feeling of a morally sanctioned kill. The experience is unique, and special. Though that is not to say his mind is untarnished; friends and comrades die, horrors made and witnessed. Pain is a requirement for achievement, but there are pains aplenty. Adrianus and Bram endure the threats of the Aceh and Cholera both, but they survive. Eventually, the war draws to a close - The Kingdom of the Netherlands is victorious, but the soldiers are just happy to be alive.

There is a three year reprieve, offering a period where Adrianus and Bram could develop their friendship outside of combat. Otherwise, the time is unremarkable; guard duty, drill, patrols. The time is calm, but a storm brews quickly. When the three years end, the war reemerges: A local leader in the Aceh take sailors from the crashed ship Nisero hostage, beating off a Dutch-British assault and receiving ransom. The Kingdom declares war again, though experiences a very different kind of fighter: Guerillas. The Dutch soldiers are ambushed, ensnared, skewered, and worse from traps. In return, the Dutch soldiers exterminate entire villages in retaliation. Adrianus prefers not to think of those times.
Early into the war, Adrianus and Bram are deployed with their unit to 'pacify' a village of issue - A place where patrols are known to go missing, and routes typically hindered which go through the area. The village itself is marked for depopulation. In their route, however, the unit faces a very different type of opposition. Not Aceh rebels, or civilian militia, but... something unnatural. Something that could be shot again, and again, and again, and keep coming at someone. Something that could have the guts spill out over a bayonet and not even notice. Something abominatory. The unit does not return, and all of its members are officially written out as casualties. Little did they know that as the letter home was being written, Adrianus was crawling out from under his sergeant's eviscerated corpse.

Him and Bram desert the rest of their regiment, having no intention to return just to die in a spike-trap. But the encounter, terrifying and traumatic true, aroused an intense interest in the two. Just what was it that they'd encountered? As soon as they were safe from the wrath of military court, they did their research. They started slow at first, with little mind to know where to start, but steadily grew more and more knowledgeable. Eventually they would order books by the pile, scouring every inch of knowledge that they could find on mythologies, folklore, magic, whatever could teach them more. The two do not merely learn from books, however; as they scoured for knowledge, they'd heard of strange rumours and complaints, odd stories and problems in areas too remote or unimportant to expect official attention. It was here that Adrianus and Bram first applies their trade, hunting though the people who hired them rarely knew it. Simply presenting themselves as 'problem solvers,' there were few questions asked or answered when the issue of disappearing townsmen or odd affliction simply disappears - And there were certainly no answers to be given for the strange scratches and wounds that the two sometimes had when they'd returned for their pay. The two had no knowledge of the various guilds, until the Franklin Collective contacted them. They have been in their employ ever since, today some of the guild's experienced Containment Specialists.




-Abilities/Skills/Equipment-

Strengths:
No rest for the wicked: Dedicated, and self-reliant. If he does not know something, he will learn it. If a weapon is unfamiliar, he trains with it. He well and truly loves his work, and has every intention to be the best he is able to be. Thus, he trains, endlessly and constantly, every day of every week.

Unstoppable: Adrianus has an iron will, working for his own sense of accomplishment rather than coin or selfless protection. Hunting is done selfishly, simply because combat is what he loves doing. If he's close to death, he will fight tooth and nail to survive. If he is not, he will obsess over his target until it is dead. In witnessing brutality and gore, he is unfazable. A blood-soaked vampire is unimpressive, a brutal werewolf is nothing new. Death does not stop, and neither does Abeltje.

Improvisation: Adrianus is clever, and quick on his feet. Plans can go wrong, new variables can be thrown into the mix, but this former Marine is able to handle such situations. One to make new plans quickly, react immediately, innovate, etc. Simply, to improvise.

Weaknesses:
- Stubborn: Being 'unstoppable' is not always a good thing; though not one who will back down easily, that goes the same for when one definitely should. If Adrianus has made a decision, he will carry it out. If he has taken a target, he will follow that contract. If he has made up his mind, damn your opinion. Only friends or superiors can hope to change his mind, while the others are better off letting him get himself hurt.

- Addict: A sociopath can still feel pain. The Aceh war had him find a better life, thank god, but the horrors he faced are still very apparent. Some of the memories are harder than others, and drove Adrianus to turn to hard drugs to cope. Cocaine is a continuing favourite of his, and a lack of it will put him into a state of withdrawal.

- Leap before you look: Adrianus' mind runs quickly, and in the heat of battle he rarely thinks before acting. In times where he needs to improvise, he makes the new decision and immediately acts on it, often forgetting to account for something just in his peripheral.

Skillset:
- "Surprise!": The Aceh war was brutal, a mix of conventional and unconventional warfare. War crimes, guerillas, disease, and traps all rolled into one conflict. But it taught valuable lessons - Adrianus learned from the guerillas and the Marines; he knows how to use natural camouflage, how to hide and move quietly, how to mask his scent, where to hide but still fight, how to create an ambush. Combat is abrupt, quick, planned, and lethal - Once the gunfire starts, the marine moves quickly, dispatching enemies under the terrifying doctrine of 'shock and awe.' Targets are beset under a sudden burst of explosives, gunfire, and gas. It makes survivors rare, but those who do exist simply don't see enough to tell a story.

- Jungle fighter: Experienced in close-to-medium ranges. Adrianus can handle himself in melee (though prefers not to engage in it,) or at a distance with his firearm. While no sniper, he is a decent shot with an emphasis on dispatching targets quickly rather than accurately. Should the target close in, Adrianus will try to show them what happens when a butcher becomes a soldier. Still, it is best he keep a distance from the unnaturals.

- Gasrat: The Franklin Collective may be great innovators, but some inventions are better than others. One such invention is their Experimental Chlorine Bomb. Adrianus has used them so extensively that he has become an expert in chemical warfare, combining it closely with his 'shock and awe' style. The device is used in nearly every aspect of his style, from traps to direct assaults. Who said humans can't be scary?

Equipment:
- Korps Mariniers uniform: The identificators ripped off the fabric. Unit number, name, and any other specification is no longer there. However, the chevrons indicating the rank remains. Overall, the uniform is worn, with a tattered and damage left sleeve, but otherwise well maintained.

- Pouch of finely broken glass, iron, and silver: Foes who close the distance can enjoy never seeing again, as the user attempts to throw this in a cloud towards the opponent's face.

- Experimental Chlorine Gas Grenades, 'Coughdrops': Known to Bram and Adrianus as 'Coughdrops,' these are an experimental and highly dangerous weapon. Once the pin has been yanked and the grenade primed, the objective is to toss the orb as far as one can - hopefully tossing it into the midst of hostile forces. The grenade detonates six seconds after initial priming, and upon detonation ejects the shell outwards in a blast of shrapnel, and a massive plume of weaponized chlorine gas which quickly envelopes the area. If preferred, the time-delay system can be removed and fitted with a tripwire system, for use as an ambush tool.

- Lebel Model 1886 Rifle: Ten rounds, twenty inch bayonet, utilizing smokeless-powder ammo. The pair's favourite rifle.

- 2 sawn-off double barrel break-action shotguns: Short, powerful, and reliable.

- Gasmask.

- Sawback Bayonet: Utility and combat purposed knife or rifle attachment.

- Franklin modified Remmington 1875: Detachable cylinders are a lovely perk, but the need to import american ammunition is a pain when so far away from the continent. Thankfully, this version is modified for a more common round.

- Miscelaneous collection of traveling necessities, trap building tools, etc.


Powers/Abilities:
- Opposable thumbs and trigger fingers.

- Not a disgusting vampire.

You're all accepted. Love the characters by the way!

 

[The Shadow Realm]

-General-

Name: Nikiyev Kovac

Alias: TBD

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Nationality: Russian

Species: Human

Faction: Franklin’s Collectives

Robotic Arm:
(Couldn’t find anything more steampunk)
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-Physical Characteristics-

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Hair Style: Messy

Hair Color: White

Eye Color: Red (left) Black (right)

Skin Color: Pale

Height: 6’0

Weight: 190

Scars: Long scars covering his forearm and upper bicep. Nikiyev doesn’t even attempt to hide these as he thinks they make him look cool.

Tattoos: N/A

Body Type: Mesomorph

Clothing: Black, short sleeved shirt | White dress pants


-Personal Information-

Likes:
•Reading
•Hunting
•Sleeping

Dislikes:
•Loud people
•People who think they’re above others
•Vampires

Goals:
•Kill the monster that took his arm
•Rid the world of night creatures, one by one.

Deepest Fear: Death

Personality: Nikiyev is a kind and gentle individual, except when he’s working. Under normal circumstances, he is a gentle person who is always smiling and other food stuff. But when he’s working, he’s a cold, aggressive individual who’ll stop at nothing to kill who needs to be killed.

Background: Nikiyev was raised in a normal Russian household until he was about 16. At 16, a Vampyre broke into his house and murdered his parents. The sadistic matter of the attack drew him to near madness. As the vampyre made his way toward Nikiyev, he was able to break the chair he was held in and drive it through the pyre’s heart. Driven by adrenaline, his thinking was clouded, making him think of nothing but killing monsters.

After the attack, Nikiyev walked into town covered in the blood of the beast he’d killed. People were naturally fearful as they didn’t know the context of his situation. Nobody expected a 16 year old to take down a monster like that. He was approached by the constable and asked what had happened. He explained to the officer that a Vampyre has killed his parents and he himself had barely survived himself. The he continued to explain his situation until the adrenaline finally wore off. He immediately passed out because of a large gash the Vampyre has given him in exchange for its life. He woke up days later in the hospital with bandages covering his arm.

When he was discharged, he immediately signed up to become a hunter. He quickly made a name for himself in both the human and monster worlds. He was branded as a hero by humans, and a monster by anything else. He had no prejudice or rhythm to his work. He did it, and did it quickly. The only fight he’d been in where he sustained any real injuries was with Louis de Pointe du Lac. The battle resulted in Nikiyev losing an arm and Louis escaping. Nikiyev spent the next 5 months seeking company with the faction Franklin’s Collectives. When he finally was granted contact with them, he was given a new arm in exchange for 15 years of hunting service. His first order of business was to hunt down and capture Louis de Pointe du Lac. When he succeeded, he took his arm as a trophy before turning him in to his faction.

-Abilities/Skills/Equipment-

Strengths-
•Speed
•Fast, unpredictable attacks
•Blitzkreig style fighting
•High Stamina

Weaknesses-
•Nikiyev is ruthless. He doesn’t show emotion and sometimes blurs the line between work and public relationships.

Equipment-

Weapon-
Modernized Short Sword
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Colt Revolver
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Accepted.

 

[The Shadow Realm]

Ac

FAUST DEL MONTE ​

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-General-

Name: Faust Del Monte

Alias: Seraph (a variation or full title would be 'the Red Seraph'), as he is sometimes called by his fellow Pure. Faust's alias is rarely used, though, and only comes into play in situations where Faust needs to fake his identity for whatever reason. Otherwise, he'll use his regular name.

Age: 27 years old

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: Italian

Species: Human

Faction: The Pure


-Physical Characteristics-

Hair Style: Faust's hair is short and trimmed neatly. The edges and sides are usually strictly combed back, indicating a rigorous sort of grooming and care for self image. Even then, when under Faust's hood for long periods of time, his natural curls often spring back up.

Hair Color: A dark brown, often mistaken for black.

Eye Color: Brown, much akin to his hair. Faint specks of hazel can be glimpsed under intense lighting.

Skin Color: A deep olive complexion, medium undertones.

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 156 lbs.

Scars: Due to his profession, several small cuts and blisters often temporarily can be seen on his hands from handling weaponry. They don't so much as go away as show up in different places, and pose no serious threat. Several pale gashes crisscross his back, self-inflicted in a form of penance. His only other significant injury is a long, jagged cut that tears from the side of his pelvis to the bottom of his ribcage. This deep wound was inflicted some time ago, and though sutures are evident, the injury never healed correctly. The area is especially susceptible to physical harm (i.e. a well-placed blunt weapon could re-open the wound and hurt a lot). Faust tries to take protective measures in preventing this by wearing extra padding over that side of his abdomen.

Tattoos: None.

Body Type: A lean, narrow build lending itself to a certain lithe movement, giving him a fair amount of agility and dexterity. He is quick on his feet but does not pack all that much physical power - he is not built very well for hands-on and close quartered fighting, and thus almost always takes a defensive stance when in combat. Has built up some force in his shoulders, if only because of the weapons he fires and carries.

Clothing:
Depending on Faust's location and situation, his clothing often differs in purpose and appearance. Most commonly, combat apparel is kept on - Faust is well aware of the hostility between his own faction and all the rest, and always tries to have at least minimal protection lest he be recognized as a follower of the Faith and be jumped in a more shady area (which has occurred before). Often trying to cover as much skin as possible, he dons leather gloves and knee-high black boots, wherein trousers are tucked. A similar dark brown coat is shrugged on, with straps looping about his waist and shoulders that hold various equipment depending on his situation (specifications in the 'equipment' area of form).

More noticeable in his immediate appearance is the dark cowl wrapped around his shoulders and head, and the plague doctor's mask affixed over his face. A piece dating back to The Veiled Death, the mask gives Faust the options to hide his identity, serve as facial protection (not very much, though - only against a blade or fist), and filter the more vile stenches of blood and flesh. A silver cross is kept on a chain necklace around his neck, but is often kept tucked in the shirt due to the dangers it can pose (eg. enemy can grab onto / choke him with it, it can get tangled, has somewhat sharp edges). Has a habit of touching it when in thought.


-Personal Information-

Likes:

- The fulfillment of duty (eg. carrying out the Pope's orders, killing creatures of the night - both often go hand-in-hand) and the sense of giddy purpose it brings. Being a devout follower, that purpose is almost addictive when taken in account of his abstinence from many other human indulgences.

- London's architecture, especially their church construction. Has always been fond of the sharp-looking, formidable spires and other characteristics Victorian buildings often possess, especially the vaulted and intimidating ceilings of their churches.

- Reading up on scholarly inventions and religious texts. He may not agree with rival factions of The Pure - and condemns many of their practices - but Faust still harbors an interest for information, and how it can be wielded to the advantage of The Pure.

- A more mindless enjoyment is Faust's love of birds - specifically, pigeons and doves, which are both rife in London. He partially likes them (doves especially) due to their religious symbolisms of peace and purity, but most of his affection simply comes from thinking their stout bodies and cooing is cute. Not like he'd ever disclose that information.

- The extents of physical and mental torture on a night creature. Faust's love of information often crosses into more morbid, unethical territory, even when he himself may judge otherwise. Due to holding a somewhat hypocritical belief that monsters are of zero importance rights-wise compared to humans, he believes that excessive torture in the pursuit of further knowledge should be accepted within average society. It is his belief that knowing more on a creature through this gruesome method would assist greatly in efficient killing. These ideals do not stem towards fellow humans, however.

- The company of fellow Pure hunters and those who side with The Pure. Being besieged on many sides in London, a place The Pure should not even be, having a trusted acquaintance is vital when fighting off bouts of self-doubt or feelings of loneliness. Granted, many are heavily religious zealots whose bloodlust can be unsettling for even Faust, but as long as that bloodlust is directed to the creatures of the night, he can tolerate it.

- Visiting the church, whether it be for after-hunt prayer or to meet with other members. There is something about their quiet and peaceful atmosphere that inevitably calms him down and steadies his nerves.


Dislikes:

- Most notably, Faust has an unshakeable hatred towards all things foreign and unnatural, primarily night creatures, magic, and eldritch relics/beings. He considers them oppositions to the Pope's jurisdiction and the Faith itself: false idols created to plague humanity and seduce them into the bowels of unrepentable sin. He feels no remorse towards humans who have fallen into this 'trap' - only disgust.

- Werebeasts especially are topics of vehement anger and discomfort for Faust. The exact reasons to this are not disclosed (yet), and prodding into his reasons are met with avoidance and changes of topic.

- Overly pompous, vain citizens and nobles who succumb to petty human desires like materialistic, expensive items, especially those who do not give back to their society and church. More of a universal belief of the Pope than anything personal to Faust. He does detest addicts, though, and not simply because his religion tells him to.

- Many of the other factions are viewed begrudgingly by Faust, because while many share his motives in killing night creatures, oftentimes they have other beliefs he condemns. He will work with a human hunter from a different faction only if absolutely needed, and even then will do so somewhat scornfully and cold-shouldered. Members who are monsters themselves are not compatible at all and Faust will likely attempt to kill them unless unable to at that time.

- Physical contact. This is rooted in Faust's experiences as a child, but it nevertheless has followed him into adulthood. The type of contact is mostly skin - he doesn't mind as much with gloves on. He's not like to freak out or anything, but will likely flinch away or keep the contact as brief as possible. It's more prolonged experiences that disturb him.

- Cold, dark surroundings. Being a hunter, both are foreboding and tweak him a bit, even when he knows there's no danger. Tries to keep his area well-lit with lanterns and moderately warm.


Goal(s):

- Primary goal is, of course, the Pope's wishes. Faust believes that he is nothing without the guidance of the Pope and the Faith. He believes strongly in eliminating the church's enemies and keeping true to the church's teachings. Due to this, many of his goals are not personal - Faust neglects his own needs and wants in the face of his duties. One of his strongest goals is the eradication of eldritch scourges, monstrous creatures and those who side with them.

- Even then, the most devout of followers cannot entirely ignore their own desires. While somewhat in denial over his thoughts relating to this, Faust hopes against hope that he will one day, once/if the scourge is gone, he will be able to lay down his weapons and subject himself to a somewhat humble life in isolation, away from all the chaos. It is more of an unwelcome daydream than a goal, but it's in his head nevertheless.

- On the flip side, the strongest outcome that he believes to be honorable is to die fighting the creatures of darkness. As long as he continues being steadfast in his devotion, Faust thinks only peace can await him in death. A bleak comfort.

Your Deepest Fear(s):

- A fear stronger than death, Faust is frightened of possibly questioning his own faith in the Pope and God and turning to the scourge's side. Thus, he punishes even the tiniest betrayals with heavy penance, whether it be by confession or self-inflicted harm. Dangerous thoughts are repressed and stowed away in the furthest reaches of his mind where Faust believes they will stay.

- Being killed in a gruesome way, or being transformed (by a werebeast especially) and losing his own humanity.

- Faust fears eldritch knowledge and its effects on the human brain, and wants no part in its research or study. He believes it would be better off destroyed, as its knowledge corrupts its user. This fear also stretches to fear of the unknown and unexplainable, religion being the sole exception.


Personality:
Faust is an overtly religious, devout follower of the Pope. His personality is partially held intact by his bonds with the church and their values, and he finds himself incomplete without their guidance on life and its trials. Due to this, he consults the Faith regularly through biblical study and frequently visits the church for after-hunt prayers. It's safe to say that religion is an immense part of what makes Faust who he is, but it is not the only thing that molds him.

Faust Del Montes is quite the scholar, and its evident that he prides himself in his studies and beliefs. He will take time to explain his position on things and do so very elaborately, demonstrating his educated upbringing with advanced wording and terms alike to what a noble would use. Faust always tries to be at least courteous in his interactions with other humans, and retains a calm (though outwardly cold) demeanor even in the company of humans he knows might despise him. Threats don't really provoke as much as annoy him. This polite behavior, however, does not extend to night creatures, who he will immediately become aggressive and demeaning towards. He will try to kill them unless physically unable.

Despite being a conversational lad in company with other Pure members, he becomes rather quiet around strangers. This is partially due to not seeing eye-to-eye with other beliefs, thus not wanting to talk about them, and partially because he's very cautious not to reveal anything about the inner machinations of The Pure. He'll still be well-mannered, but artificially so.

On the attitude of hunting and killing night creatures: Faust gains deep satisfaction from it, simply-put. It is a profession he is not reluctant to partake in, as it is not at all grueling for him and instead is what he believes to be his 'purpose'.

Background:

Faust Del Monte was born into a family of medical practitioners in Florence, Italy. Faust was born several years after the miasma of chaos that was The Veiled Death, and even though it no longer posed serious threat, its destruction was still evident. Many communities were still in the early stages of recovery, and Florence was no different. Many bodies had to be burned, as there was not enough room for them in the mass graves that had been set up around the city. Settlements had to be cleared out and relocated. Throughout the turmoil, the local churches offered solace and sanctuary. The Del Monte family paid daily visits to aid the sick and injured who flocked there. Little Faust often tagged along, as he was their sole child, and his father wanted to teach him the family trade. Being surrounded so commonly by the miserable and sick, Faust grew up fast.

He was attentive in his studies, however, and took to medicine early on as a subject to make a living out of. It would have likely been the career he pursued - if not for the sudden occupation of the church several years into Faust's adolescence. A new group had seized control of the chapel, with promises of restoration to Florence and food aplenty for its people. All they required in return was the abandonment of the previous church leaders, who they condemned as men and women under the rule of eldritch forces and sympathizers of the night creatures. The group fancied themselves as 'The Pure'. Their mission was to spread the Pope's words to the downtrodden and bring about a new type of religious order. All the townspeople had to do was accept The Pure's doctrines, and they would be aided by the organization.

Faith is a difficult thing to abandon, but the sheer desperation of Florence's people was enough to coax the majority into accepting the new management and their practices. At the time, Faust was nearing age 13, and still attending the church daily with his family. It was around this time Faust first began to be exposed to the subtle indoctrination of Pure customs. He was a valuable target for their training due to being already familiar with blood and death, and not being squeamish around either. Not only that, but he was educated enough on biblical teachings – enough to understand its relevance, but not enough to reject outer influence on how it should be interpreted. He was often pulled aside by the new church leaders and taught small 'truths' that differed from Faust's previous teachings. Individually these tidbits of 'truths' were insignificant, but quickly stacked up to change Faust's entire viewpoint. At the age of 16 Faust was brought to Greece with several of his peers. His parents were informed their son would be brought to a school tailored for medical studies - a lie, of course.

Instead, Faust progressed to his second stage of initiation: the purpose of a hunter, and what they could be expected to do. It was a grueling few years of praise and punishment. His studies on medicine and healing practices were twisted to suit the needs of The Pure: Faust was taught how to recognize vital organs and methods of damaging them, and finding ways to inflict pain rather than lessen it became one of his major goals. The Pure, he was told, only wanted to wield this violence onto monsters, not fellow humans, which Faust had no quarrel with: he had never met a werebeast or vampire, and he was sure they were as terrifying as The Pure described them. Faust's later adolescent years were arguably his darkest ones, and as such he refrains from really ever speaking of them.

To make matters short, Faust eventually passed the many trials The Pure staged and emerged from Greece as a fully-fledged initiate at the age of 22. He swore allegiance to the Pope and devoted himself to his cause. Faust was then sent to London with other experienced hunters and missionaries, much like the situation in Italy – an attempt to extend the faction's power. However, it's proven difficult, as other groups already dominate the scene. Due to the present power struggles within the city, though, The Pure were instructed to lay low and commune only in secret sectors of London where they could talk about plans undisturbed.

As of current, Faust lives in one of the lower districts of London. His living quarters are cramped at best, and wedged between several makeshift shelters. He participates in hunts often, though either alone or with a group of trusted Pure companions. Successful hunts are followed up with Faust visiting one of the shadier, Pure-dominated chapels for after-hunt prayer. In his 'living quarters', he reads up on literary texts, cleans his weaponry, and re-organizes his additional equipment. This has been Faust's daily routine for several years.

-Abilities/Skills/Equipment-

Strengths:

- Swift-footed: Faust is incredibly agile and always ready to strike out at a known enemy if the opportunity presents itself. His rapid mobility assists him greatly with dodging, running, and lashing out with his trusty whip. Faust's swiftness has helped him many times when quick reaction time is needed and/or when a weapon must be drawn quickly. Not only that, but Faust has excellent endurance and stamina and can evade an opponent in pursuit for a good while.

- Unfazed: Very good at keeping his cool in tense or dangerous situations. Any panic is forced inwards and its uncommon for Faust to crack under pressure. This extends to Faust being able to tolerate a great deal of otherwise gruesome experiences while also having enough emotional detachment to partake in these actions himself. It is rare for Faust to become visibly angry, but even then, the anger drains quickly.

- Medical Background: Faust still retains his knowledge on healing and other medical study - he just doesn't utilize it very often, and when he does, it's often used for interrogation and/or pinpointing a certain organ to shoot. His practices are few, and while many are styled for violent intentions, he can still patch someone up if the situation calls for it. He has done so with fellow Pure hunters, and his methods can be described as 'messy, but effectual'. Just don't expect it to be painless – far from it, to be truthful.

- Avid Scholar: Del Monte's extensive research into religion, invention, and the behaviorisms of night creatures allow him to have a fairly well-rounded outlook on both his profession, the professions of others, and how to bend them to his own advantage. He is especially keen on biblical texts and their importance in the world's current situation. He's smart and cannot be fooled easily.

- Liar, Manipulator, and Overall Bastard: Speaking of bending information to his advantage - Faust excels at the deceptive arts, courtesy of his time in Greece. Sometimes, a conflict cannot be won by violence alone and Faust must fall back onto words. His techniques consist of bribery, subtle threats, lying, superficial charm, and many other effective methods of feigning empathy and/or care to reach his or the church's goals. This isn't to say that all Faust's emotions are fake, but he can flip his internal switch with relative ease when needing to appeal to a certain person. It's safe to say that the indoctrination methods inflicted onto him when he was a child not only worked, but are now the very same methods Faust himself uses.

Weaknesses:

- Physical Combat: due to Faust not being all that strong, he is likely to lose a fight without a decent weapon on hand to balance the odds. The only realistic situation in which Faust would be able to overpower an opponent through physical means is if his foe were to be already wounded, sickly, or physically weaker than him.

- Unflinching Faith: Both a weakness and a strength, but can be considered more of a hindrance than anything for many situations. In the light of new information and character introduction, Faust's already present beliefs can cause him to reject or become skeptical over subjects he may not even fully understand (this weakness will likely change and lessen over the story, but as of current, he's very rooted in his faith). This also puts Faust at a disposition where he reacts to these subjects with overwhelming disdain.

- Not Enough Firepower: While Faust is capable of using larger firearms, he finds them difficult to operate during fast-paced combat and thinks they ultimately slow him down. This leaves Faust very vulnerable to monsters that require a powerful rifle or shotgun to take down, namely werebeasts. It also puts him at an immediate inconvenience should he find himself having to take down an opponent at long range.

- Only Human: Not only that, but Faust also doesn't possess any magic, nor overly powerful weapons (with the single exception being his whip, but even then, it's next to nothing in the face of many technological advancements and, well, firearms) like the Collective. He has to be very cautious in his actions - a slip of the mouth or lapse in judgement could render Faust seriously wounded, especially when dealing with rival hunters or monsters. It's partially due to his own mortal fragility that Faust figures he's better off strictly working on his own or with people he trusts.

- Without Purpose, I'm Nothing: Faust's strongest weakness is his also greatest strength: his religion, and the way it gives him purpose in an otherwise bleak existence - that's how Faust sees it, anyway. To be truthful, even Faust himself does not perceive this weakness yet. Without the church - or the Pope, or his Pure companions - without their symbolic strings to bind his spirit, Faust's pre-conceived beliefs and facades of safety and security come crashing down. It's the very reason why Faust punishes himself so greatly for self-doubt in the Holy Church - the resulting consequential magnitude of losing faith could very well drive Faust to suicide.

Skillsets:

- Adept Marksman: With a revolver, at least. Faust is a reliable shot and can track an enemy fairly well, having a steady hand and being fairly conservative with his ammo. He will not waste a shot he knows he'll miss. Faust can draw a revolver quickly, and reload it in a short span of time. Faust's comfort with revolvers does not extend to rifles or the like.

- Pain Connoisseur: Part of the reason the Pure became so interested in Faust in the first place – he knows where and how to push a human to their extremes. This skill has carried over to his current profession and can be applicable to both human and beast. During his time in Greece, Faust also served as an interrogator for the Pure as part of his training, so he has a fair amount of experience to begin with.

- Combat Medic: Briefly mentioned in the 'strengths' category. Not much to add to it – rest of info is present in the 'equipment' category.

Equipment:


Bodeo Italian 1889 Revolver
Faust's primary (and only) firearm, used for a multitude of enemies, human and monster alike. The revolver uses both regular and silver bullets. Despite being of little use against larger enemies such as werebeasts and other powerful entities, the silver bullets are heavily effective against vampires. The Bodeo holds 6 cartridges maximum, which need to be fed one-by-one into the cylinder. Faust is strangely quick at this, though, so it doesn't hinder him all that much. He's a reliable shot and is not one to waste ammo unless confident in his ability.

His revolver is holstered on his right hip, hence Faust is right-handed when using his gun; his two ammo pouches are affixed to his belt, and contain thirty bullets in total (for an average hunt, number can fluctuate).

Spoiler: Bodeo Italian 1889 Revolver

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Notched Chain Whip
Originally property of the Franklin Collective, Faust discovered this cruel weapon on his first hunt in London, five years ago. He obtained the piece off the body of an unidentifiable member of the Collective who had clearly been the victim of a werewolf attack. While the beast was long gone, the body still remained, with the whip several paces away. Taking the find as an omen, Faust seized the whip - but not before burying its previous owner's bones in a shallow grave, as a sign of respect. Over the course of several months, Faust tested out the whip and its functions, and found he enjoyed the weapon's means of injury and its lasting effects.

The whip is comprised of a handle, followed by a series of chain links that end in a pointed spike. Throughout the chain links are extremely sharp spikes - 'notches' - welded to the metal, which pack most of the weapon's brutal punch. Usually, this is where its characteristics would end, but due to its Collective construction, the whip has a couple more functions.

Most notable is how it can ravel / unravel. Two switches are visible on the side of the handle, and when one is pressed, will cause the whip to either lengthen or coil all the way back into the handle. The maximum length possible is exactly 15 feet. The other function of the whip is its ability to lower or heighten its spikes/notches. This switch is on the opposite side, and will put alternate the whip between two modes: spikes outward, or flattened into less harmful chain links. This comes in handy based on the situation Faust is in - for instance, to spur a horse forwards he'd want to use the flat whip, but to lash a beast across the face, the spiked whip would be much more of a help.

Many of the injuries the whip can inflict come in the form of severe lacerations caused by the notches, which have a habit of tearing jagged chunks of flesh from the skin and leaving significant scarring. Especially deadly near the face, where it's possible to take out an eye and leave permanent disfigurement.

Spoiler: Notched Chain Whip

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Medical Supply Bag
Usually slung around his back, this medium-sized bag carries three rolls of gauze, iodine swabs, a suture (stitching) kit, 16 bandages / cloth dressing, scissors, tweezers, and a pocket-sized knife. There are no painkillers in Faust's supply, partially due to Pure religious beliefs that pain must be endured naturally as long as the wounded is in no real danger. (Essentially, Faust would rather have someone pass out from pain first than give them anything to remedy it).

Gutting Knife
Used for, well, gutting, whether it be a beast or common deer. Can be used for self-defense but won't be all that efficient. Attached to the other side of his belt.

Italian Bible
A worn leather bible, fairly small, with the title 'La Sacra Bibbia' on its cracked front. The pages are well-thumbed, bearing marks of frequent handling. A frayed red ribbon serves as its bookmark. Several pages bear bloody thumbprints or red smears that slightly blur the ink. The binding itself is surprisingly sturdy, but creases are still visible. Faust has clearly had this book for a long time, though the exact duration is unknown, and has a deep emotional connection with it.

Accepted, man I love that CS!

 

[Cheryl]

Katherine Grace Fletcher
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• Human
• Wolf

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• 
  
  

• -General-
• -Physical-
• -Personal-
• -History-
• -Abilities/Skills/Equipment-

• 
  
  Name: Katherine Grace Fletcher
  
  Alias: 'Kate' to her friends, otherwise it's 'Katherine'
  
  Title: The Black Werewolf of the Night
  
  Age: 86
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  Nationality: English (British)
  
  Species: Werewolf
  
  Faction: The League of Exemplary Englishmen
  
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  Hair Style: Kate has rather thin hair that she mainly lets down with tight waves. It's well maintained, and quite silky too. She keeps the front part of her hair locked behind her head in place with an ornate pin with a pearl embedded into it.
  
  Hair Color: It could be described as silver, but most would call her a fair blonde.
  
  Eye Color: A deep blue, making a pleasant contrast with her hair and skin tone.
  
  Skin Color: A pale tone, easily burnt if in the sun for too long.
  
  Height: 5'7" (170cm). A bit taller than the usual woman due to her lycanthrope blood.
  
  Weight: 67kg (147lbs)
  
  Scars: A large werewolf bite on her midsection that looks quite ugly, though she hides it from sight at all times.
  
  Tattoos: N/A
  
  Body Type: Kate overall looks like the healthy high-class woman, although she does have noticeable muscles if you're close enough to her. It's clear that she's stronger than an average female, perhaps even male, but she typically hides it with her dress. Unlike the picture shown, she does not have pointed ears or fangs, though she does have very slightly sharpened teeth. She has large hips that make her appear curvy towards the lower end. Kate likes to call her body type as 'attractive' in general.
  
  Clothing: On a typical day when she doesn't have to do any hunting, Kate enjoys wearing a Victorian-esque dress is shades of blues, from navy to sapphire to cornflower. It is mainly made from silk, though some parts are velvet. She also wears black arm-length gloves to conceal her hands and protect her skin, though only if it's sunny out. She wears a blue ribbon around her neck and ties it in a bow. The dress also has black embroidery just to make it that more extravagant.
  
  However, when Kate is at work, she wears a much more practical get-up. She wears a tight blouse with a leather jacket on top, though unbuttoned. She also wears tough leather leggings that are surprisingly flexible. She wears a cloudy blue stone in the collar of her shirt too. Of course, she has to do her job while still being fashionable.
  
  Wolf form: In her wolf form, Kate turns into a monstrous black wolf that is close to being as tall as a regular adult. She gains a coat that has a gleam of midnight, but it is rough to the touch and almost prickly in places. She is close to pure muscle, letting her leap and bring down powerful swipes. Her eyes are a honey-amber with a slight tint of red that accentuates when the fight gets messy, which is quick to happen thanks to her large claws and sharp teeth. She has a bristly tail roughly an arms length that she can use to bat people down, and she has a powerful jaw. This all comes to the cost of having very little control thanks to being bitten by a new blood.
  
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  Likes:
  
  • Fashion - Kate just enjoys always being up to date with the latest clothes and jewellery. It can come off as a sort of vice as she does lean towards looks over usefulness, but she doesn't care all too much. She has money to spend and she spends it on looking good.
  • Flirting - Even though she is nearing to being a century old, Kate still acts as though she's in her young adult age when it comes to flirting. She finds it humorous and fun, especially when the other responds in a good way. She doesn't think of it as strange, but simply a fun way to mess with men or women.
  • Dogs - She used to own one when she was still a regular human, and owned a few before that one too. She's always loved all kinds of dogs, even the intimidating ones, as she finds them all cute. Kate refuses to believe it's because she's a werewolf, she prefers to think that she has always loved pups.
  • Reading - Kate, being born into a wealthy family, was given a good education, and so she was taught how to read. She enjoys it as a simple pastime when there is nothing else to do.
  • The thrill of the hunt - More of a guilty pleasure than Kate would like to admit, she enjoys the rushed feelings that runs through her when chasing down something in both forms. This doesn't necessarily include the fighting part, just the chasing or searching, though sometimes it is the fighting part.
  
  Dislikes:
  
  • Loud sounds - They hurt her ears. Nothing else, it just makes her stop and cover them.
  • Stressful situations - This is more of a fear than a dislike as Kate worries about turning whenever she begins to worry, ironically. However, in simple daily stressful situations like an argument or such she still doesn't enjoy it. She thinks that it will give her wrinkles.
  • Getting muddy - It makes her feel dirty, and she honestly doesn't like that feeling a lot, even as a wolf. Little specks on her work outfit here and there are fine, but to get drenched on her leg or arm will put her in a bad mood.
  • Silence - Because of Kate's heightened hearing, when she can't hear anything she starts to feel anxious that there is something coming up on her or something like that. It unnerves her, and she will even go to making sound herself to get rid of the silence.
  • Werewolves - It's not that Kate hates werewolves, but she hates discussions about them. Because of her self conscious view towards her more savage side, she feels singled out when others begin to talk about them. She might change the subject or stay as quiet as possible when there is a discussion.
  
  Goal(s): She only truly has one goal, and that is to finally find someone that she can settle down with and live a pleasant life with. Ever since she had lost her previous husband, Kate had been on a silent search for another to replace him. Or perhaps a nice female, she isn't too fussy as long as she loves them back and can feel accepted by them for being a werewolf with little control. She would also like to have another child, though she is more concerned about her former goal. She simply wants to continue her line in order to feel as though she has done her duty for the world. She wants to do those two things while staying in the League of Exemplary Englishmen and serving her country.
  
  Your Deepest Fear(s):
  
  • Being isolated for being a werewolf
  • Being murdered, especially in her wolf form
  • Accidentally killing those she loves
  • Turning in front of others
• 
  
  Personality:
  The first thing that one would notice about Kate is her talkative manner. She loves to fill up her free time with talking, even with strangers (although she prefers to talk to those who don't look like complete ruffians unless they're her colleague). She loves gossiping and she does it well, learning about rumours rather quickly too. Despite this she is actually surprisingly good at keeping secrets from others. She is also great at keeping her history a secret, mainly because she fears that others will deduce that she is a werewolf if they know her true age and such.
  
  Kate is also religious, albeit much less devout than most. She wears a decorated cross under her clothes and believes in the concept of Protestant Christianity, going to churches if she feels like she needs to cleanse herself for something she has done. She does have a light fear that people from the Pure will be there, and that they may have some suspicion of her being a creature of the night, but she still goes to there if she wishes to redeem herself of a sin she has done recently.
  
  Despite her religious beliefs, Kate does enjoy flirting with others quite a bit. It's grown to be a habit of hers whenever she's been around someone enough, which does lead to her toying with her comrades quite a bit. Kate is also known to lock herself up somewhere if she fears that she might shift for whatever reason, and she does often avoid situations that will make her turn. She hates it when others try to pressure her into revealing her species, usually resorting to slapping them in the face to make them shut up. She constantly says that she is a human, and refuses all allegations that she isn't.
  
  Finally, Kate is proud of her job and work. She wants to protect her country as much as possible from creatures of the night, despite being unable to control herself at a full moon and such, and she does it as best as she can. Although she knows that she has killed innocents before by accident, Kate prefers to believe that her other side is another hurdle she needs to overcome and contain as much as possible, even if she admittedly enjoys the feeling of power.
  
  Background:
  Kate was born and raised as a noblewoman, having a family with a well respected history and riches that they could spend on their children. She was the eldest of the children, and so she was made to be a role model for her younger brother and sister for how to act and talk. Her upbringing was pleasant, living in a mansion for the majority of it with servants that could come to her when she wanted. Her father was a successful businessman and had managed to create a small fortune with his intelligence. In her parents' eyes, Kate was meant to become a worthy wife of another man from an equally wealthy family, thus extending their links with people. She wanted to fulfill her parents' wish, and so she worked hard at learning how to be a proper lady and wife whenever she was being educated.
  
  When Kate was in her mid teens, roughly 15, she was finally allowed to go outside into the city of London on her own, albeit with a bodyguard. As a result of this new liberty, Kate was almost always outside whenever she had the chance. She adored shopping for herself and meeting her friends outside of her home. It made her feel free to do what she wanted, and she also became quite good friends with her guard. However, with this new exposure she was also subject to seeing the many peasants and those worse off than her. She pretended to ignore them at first, knowing that she shouldn't be concerned about those that she had never met before, but she felt as though her ignorance was making the problem even worse.
  
  Not too long after she was given the freedom of being outside without her family, Kate discovered about the group called the League of Exemplary Englishmen. She heard that they defeated creatures of the night, a term she hadn't heard before, and that they saved citizens from death by them. Intrigued, Kate began to look more into their work and about these monsters, hoping that it would eventually lead her into talking to some members from the group. The thought of being a heroine was thrilling to her. She would be more than just a pretty wife to a man, but someone that many looked up to. The dangers of the job didn't even concern her when she thought about how much suffering the lower class goes through the entirety of their lives.
  
  After a few months of learning about the League of Exemplary Englishmen, Kate decided on discussing the notion of her joining them with her parents. She thought that her extensive knowledge about their history and the creatures would show her enthusiasm to join them and thus let her parents let her go, but that was not the case. That was definitely not the case. Instead, her parents were appalled that their daughter would want to do something so dangerous, especially since they believed that the job was more suited towards men. They refused to let her go, describing of what could happen to her, and ordered for Kate to not go anywhere near that faction. Kate, somewhat upset from their outburst, followed their commands and dropped her eagerness to join the league.
  
  By the time Kate was 20 she was married to a man called Edward, a man that she loved. She had almost entirely forgotten about her interest in hunting and the creatures of the night and was like a regular noblewoman, although she was adored by almost all children she encountered. The couple moved out to a more secluded town away from London to escape the business and noisiness of the city, wanting a place where they could raise a happy family and stay healthy from the bad air. Shortly after moving into their new home, Kate became pregnant in hopes of growing a strong child.
  
  Unfortunately, the two didn't know that the town that they were in had a shadow looming over it. On a full moon, there was a chance that something would come along and ravage the town's streets, leaving nothing alive in its path - a werewolf. Edward knew that this was an issue in the place, but he didn't believe in it, never having seen a creature of the night for that matter. He believed it was nonsense. In fact, he believed in it so little that he decided he would go on a stroll with Kate on a full moon along the quiet side of the town, where there was gorgeous scenery of a blue lake. Kate knew nothing about these rumours and naively went along with her husband, not knowing what was going to happen to her that very night.
  
  At first their time was spent like that in a romantic movie, with laughter and talking. It seemed like nothing was going to go wrong, except for when they heard a howl in the night. Kate, mind suddenly recalling the information she learnt years ago, begged for her husband to return her back to the house, but he didn't seem to want to. The signs of the werewolf became more and more prominent as the night went on, with frequent howls and the occasional nearby growl. Then the event that would change Kate's life happened within just a few seconds. The wolf came upon them, easily knocking them both down and swiftly biting Kate's side. Luckily there were hunters that were coming after the same wolf, and rescued them both by shooting it until it fled. Unfortunately the damage had already been done, and Kate was now a werewolf.
  
  Kate was scurried off to the nearest hospital and treated for her wounds, having been close enough to let her survive the attack. Of course, there was the problem that she was now a werewolf, something that neither she nor Edward wanted to admit. The two attempted to carry on their life, but it was too much for Kate after noticing the speedy changes to her body. She became apathetic towards everything, not smiling nor talking as much as before. Edward did his best to make her happy once more, especially in hopes of their child, but nothing seemed to work. He started being desperate to make his wife smile.
  
  This carried on until the next full moon, when Kate turned for the first time. She exhibited no control in her actions as a wolf, leading to her escaping the house with relative ease and running through the town, doing whatever she did without purpose. She knows that she murdered innocents unfortunate enough to be outside at that night, and she knows that there were hunters that looked at her like they did with the other werewolf. They attempted to murder her as though she was only a beast, which she was, but Kate escaped into the night without being able to stop her actions.
  
  The next day, when she returned to the household, she found Edward to be missing with only a note left behind saying words that pained her. Kate left the house soon afterwards too, not knowing where to go with her child, and eventually returned to London not back to her parents, but to live in a middle-class house on her own. She lived the next few months in solitude, having only one servant to do her duties as she stayed inside and mourned for her lost life, locking herself up with chains whenever a full moon came, preventing her wolf from wrecking havoc again. The child that she had so eagerly looked forward to ended up being a stillbirth, further leading to her misery.
  
  Eventually Kate brought up the courage to redeem herself by returning to the interest of the League of Exemplary Englishmen. Her hopeful future of being a wife was ruined, and she now considered herself to be a monster. It took a while to convince them to let her join, especially since she was a noblewoman with little to no hunting experience, but eventually she managed to get a hunter from the faction to train her, where she proved herself capable of joining them. She was at first looked down upon and seen as weak by the other hunters, who were gruff and clearly experienced in the art. However, as missions came and went with Kate proving a valuable asset to them, they began to respect her once more and some even looked up to her as a woman who stepped down from her wealthy life to do dirty work to save others. There was the problem that she was a werewolf, which she thinks was a major reason why she was so powerful in her fighting, but she managed to keep that a secret for a long while.
  
  After decades had passed by with Kate hard at work in the League, people noticed that she was not aging not even nearly as fast as she should be. Word started to go round that she was a creature of the night, whether a vampire or a werewolf they weren't sure, but nobody dared to ask her due to the superstitions of them. Kate learned to move from place to place after hearing about the rumours to try and subvert the attention of her age. Some then began to mention that she was the rare black werewolf that roamed around the country at random, ravaging many and taking lives. It all linked up to her, but Kate refused to admit to any of them.
  
  She now continues her duties as a loyal servant of the League of Exemplary Englishmen with the air of mystery whether she is the Black Werewolf of the Night or not, returning on her search for a suitable husband to hopefully settle down with once and for all.
  
• 
  
  Strengths:
  
  • Extreme strength - Kate is a werewolf, meaning that, even in her human form, she is incredibly strong. She could probably lift a mechanical horse or two if she tried, possibly more.
  • Werewolf bonuses - Her sense of smell and hearing is on par of a bloodhound's, so it's quite difficult for people to sneak up on her. She's also great at healing when wounded.
  • High stamina - Perhaps it's from her being a creature, or perhaps it's from her training, but either way Kate has a high amount of stamina to keep her going throughout the hunt.
  • Experience - Kate has been working with the League for well over half a century, which does mean that she has quite a bit of experience with battling and hunting and the likes.
  • Charismatic - She's a good talker and she knows it. Strangers often have a good view of her on their first meeting with her, and Kate sometimes uses it to her advantage if needed. This isn't very useful with loners or silent people, obviously.
  • Melee fighting - This ties in with Kate's great strength, but she is also quite agile when it comes to fighting up close. She prefers this style of fighting anyway.
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  • Paranoia - Kate always feels as though people are trying to spot something 'wrong' about her, or that somebody is spying on her. This is mainly due to her history and distrust towards people that ask too many questions about her. Also, her anxiety goes through the roof when she can't hear anything. It's best for there to be some sound at all times, even just a gently motor running in the background can do wonders to soothe her worries.
  • Stubbornness - It's difficult to make Kate change her mind once she's set on it. If she doesn't want to do something, she won't do it unless it's to save someone or herself, and even then she needs to build up some willpower to make herself do those things. It's not so much the same way with while she's doing something. If she's given a good reason to stop something, then she'll stop.
  • Easily repulsed - Icky mud and massacres with lots of blood and such will make Kate cringe and feel nauseous, even if she's been doing her job for decades. She can usually pull through it though, she just needs time to recollect herself if it's more towards the gruesome end of the spectrum. This only applies to her human form however, her wolf doesn't give a single damn.
  • Stealth - Kate is horrible at being stealthy, mainly because she needs to be so quiet. She also starts to get jittery from her worrying about being discovered, which leads her to knocking something down or such. However, she can creep up on people quite well, it's just sneaking around a place or such makes her nervous.
  • Werewolf repellents - Silver and wolfsbane are two things she cannot tolerate for obvious reasons.
  • No control - Having been bitten by a newblood werewolf, Kate shows almost entirely no control while in her wolf form. Its dangerous to be around her during her transformation as she usually goes after anyone in the immediate surrounding.
  
  Skillset:
  
  • Hand to hand combat - Kate is simply great at close combat, even if it's just brawling. It may make her look unladylike, but she's darn good at giving a hard blow to the face. She's also learnt how to disarm others and how to evade basic attacks herself, which is something that comes to a person when they've had plenty of time to train and are still at their prime.
  • Guns - Kate has learnt to pick up a gun and shoot it at creatures, which is nifty when you don't want to be too close to the thing. She isn't great at very long ranges, but she's good when she's a few metres away or so.
  • Diplomatic - She can negotiate her way through most situations that aren't so much to do with unthinking beasts. She also has a natural charm about her, but she has learnt to develop that and sweet talk her way out if needed.
  
  Equipment:
  
  • .45 ACP Bolt Action Rifle
  • Colt Revolver
  • Bayonet Knife
  • Small purse - She always likes to carry at least a little bit of money around in case she needs to buy something or something catches her eye.
  (Please note that I know nothing about guns other than that they shoot)
  
  Spoiler: Rifle

  
  Spoiler: Revolver

  
  Spoiler: Knife

  
  
  Powers/Abilites:
  
  • Transformation - An obvious power of a werewolf, Kate can transform into a wolf during a full moon or when experiencing high levels of emotion such as stress. She rarely lets herself use this to kill off creatures of the night though, since it usually results in her becoming an enemy too. She always tries to hide herself if she suspects that she might transform.
  • Blood rampage - During her transformed state, Kate becomes stronger the more blood she can see around her. She also loses what little control that she had before, so it usually ends up with there being a gory massacre.
  • Swift healing - Kate can quickly heal small cuts and bruises within a few minutes if she sets her mind to just doing so. This can also be done on deeper wounds, but its immediate effect mainly relieves the blood loss. It takes a few days to repair those wounds.
  
  

 

[The Shadow Realm]

Katherine Grace Fletcher
​

• Human
• Wolf

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• -General-
• -Physical-
• -Physical-
• -Personal-
• -Personal-
• -History-
• -History-
• -Abilities/Skills/Equipment-
• -Abilities/Skills/Equipment-

• 
  
  Name: Katherine Grace Fletcher
  
  Alias: 'Kate' to her friends, otherwise it's 'Katherine'
  
  Title: The Black Werewolf of the Night
  
  Age: 86
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  Nationality: English (British)
  
  Species: Werewolf
  
  Faction: The League of Exemplary Englishmen
  
• 
  
  Hair Style: Kate has rather thin hair that she mainly lets down with tight waves. It's well maintained, and quite silky too. She keeps the front part of her hair locked behind her head in place with an ornate pin with a pearl embedded into it.
• 
  
  Hair Color: It could be described as silver, but most would call her a fair blonde.
  
  Eye Color: A deep blue, making a pleasant contrast with her hair and skin tone.
  
  Skin Color: A pale tone, easily burnt if in the sun for too long.
  
  Height: 5'7" (170cm). A bit taller than the usual woman due to her lycanthrope blood.
  
  Weight: 67kg (147lbs)
  
  Scars: A large werewolf bite on her midsection that looks quite ugly, though she hides it from sight at all times.
  
  Tattoos: N/A
  
  Body Type: Kate overall looks like the healthy high-class woman, although she does have noticeable muscles if you're close enough to her. It's clear that she's stronger than an average female, perhaps even male, but she typically hides it with her dress. Unlike the picture shown, she does not have pointed ears or fangs, though she does have very slightly sharpened teeth. She has large hips that make her appear curvy towards the lower end. Kate likes to call her body type as 'attractive' in general.
  
  Clothing: On a typical day when she doesn't have to do any hunting, Kate enjoys wearing a Victorian-esque dress is shades of blues, from navy to sapphire to cornflower. It is mainly made from silk, though some parts are velvet. She also wears black arm-length gloves to conceal her hands and protect her skin, though only if it's sunny out. She wears a blue ribbon around her neck and ties it in a bow. The dress also has black embroidery just to make it that more extravagant.
  
  However, when Kate is at work, she wears a much more practical get-up. She wears a tight blouse with a leather jacket on top, though unbuttoned. She also wears tough leather leggings that are surprisingly flexible. She wears a cloudy blue stone in the collar of her shirt too. Of course, she has to do her job while still being fashionable.
  
  Wolf form: In her wolf form, Kate turns into a monstrous black wolf that is close to being as tall as a regular adult. She gains a coat that has a gleam of midnight, but it is rough to the touch and almost prickly in places. She is close to pure muscle, letting her leap and bring down powerful swipes. Her eyes are a honey-amber with a slight tint of red that accentuates when the fight gets messy, which is quick to happen thanks to her large claws and sharp teeth. She has a bristly tail roughly an arms length that she can use to bat people down, and she has a powerful jaw. This all comes to the cost of having very little control thanks to being bitten by a new blood.
  
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  Likes:
  
• 
  
  • Fashion - Kate just enjoys always being up to date with the latest clothes and jewellery. It can come off as a sort of vice as she does lean towards looks over usefulness, but she doesn't care all too much. She has money to spend and she spends it on looking good.
  • Flirting - Even though she is nearing to being a century old, Kate still acts as though she's in her young adult age when it comes to flirting. She finds it humorous and fun, especially when the other responds in a good way. She doesn't think of it as strange, but simply a fun way to mess with men or women.
  • Dogs - She used to own one when she was still a regular human, and owned a few before that one too. She's always loved all kinds of dogs, even the intimidating ones, as she finds them all cute. Kate refuses to believe it's because she's a werewolf, she prefers to think that she has always loved pups.
  • Reading - Kate, being born into a wealthy family, was given a good education, and so she was taught how to read. She enjoys it as a simple pastime when there is nothing else to do.
  • The thrill of the hunt - More of a guilty pleasure than Kate would like to admit, she enjoys the rushed feelings that runs through her when chasing down something in both forms. This doesn't necessarily include the fighting part, just the chasing or searching, though sometimes it is the fighting part.
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Loud sounds - They hurt her ears. Nothing else, it just makes her stop and cover them.
  • Stressful situations - This is more of a fear than a dislike as Kate worries about turning whenever she begins to worry, ironically. However, in simple daily stressful situations like an argument or such she still doesn't enjoy it. She thinks that it will give her wrinkles.
  • Getting muddy - It makes her feel dirty, and she honestly doesn't like that feeling a lot, even as a wolf. Little specks on her work outfit here and there are fine, but to get drenched on her leg or arm will put her in a bad mood.
  • Silence - Because of Kate's heightened hearing, when she can't hear anything she starts to feel anxious that there is something coming up on her or something like that. It unnerves her, and she will even go to making sound herself to get rid of the silence.
  • Werewolves - It's not that Kate hates werewolves, but she hates discussions about them. Because of her self conscious view towards her more savage side, she feels singled out when others begin to talk about them. She might change the subject or stay as quiet as possible when there is a discussion.
  
  Goal(s): She only truly has one goal, and that is to finally find someone that she can settle down with and live a pleasant life with. Ever since she had lost her previous husband, Kate had been on a silent search for another to replace him. Or perhaps a nice female, she isn't too fussy as long as she loves them back and can feel accepted by them for being a werewolf with little control. She would also like to have another child, though she is more concerned about her former goal. She simply wants to continue her line in order to feel as though she has done her duty for the world. She wants to do those two things while staying in the League of Exemplary Englishmen and serving her country.
  
  Your Deepest Fear(s):
  
  
  • Being isolated for being a werewolf
  • Being murdered, especially in her wolf form
  • Accidentally killing those she loves
  • Turning in front of others
• 
  
  Personality:
  The first thing that one would notice about Kate is her talkative manner. She loves to fill up her free time with talking, even with strangers (although she prefers to talk to those who don't look like complete ruffians unless they're her colleague). She loves gossiping and she does it well, learning about rumours rather quickly too. Despite this she is actually surprisingly good at keeping secrets from others. She is also great at keeping her history a secret, mainly because she fears that others will deduce that she is a werewolf if they know her true age and such.
• 
  
  Kate is also religious, albeit much less devout than most. She wears a decorated cross under her clothes and believes in the concept of Protestant Christianity, going to churches if she feels like she needs to cleanse herself for something she has done. She does have a light fear that people from the Pure will be there, and that they may have some suspicion of her being a creature of the night, but she still goes to there if she wishes to redeem herself of a sin she has done recently.
  
  Despite her religious beliefs, Kate does enjoy flirting with others quite a bit. It's grown to be a habit of hers whenever she's been around someone enough, which does lead to her toying with her comrades quite a bit. Kate is also known to lock herself up somewhere if she fears that she might shift for whatever reason, and she does often avoid situations that will make her turn. She hates it when others try to pressure her into revealing her species, usually resorting to slapping them in the face to make them shut up. She constantly says that she is a human, and refuses all allegations that she isn't.
  
  Finally, Kate is proud of her job and work. She wants to protect her country as much as possible from creatures of the night, despite being unable to control herself at a full moon and such, and she does it as best as she can. Although she knows that she has killed innocents before by accident, Kate prefers to believe that her other side is another hurdle she needs to overcome and contain as much as possible, even if she admittedly enjoys the feeling of power.
  
  Background:
  Kate was born and raised as a noblewoman, having a family with a well respected history and riches that they could spend on their children. She was the eldest of the children, and so she was made to be a role model for her younger brother and sister for how to act and talk. Her upbringing was pleasant, living in a mansion for the majority of it with servants that could come to her when she wanted. Her father was a successful businessman and had managed to create a small fortune with his intelligence. In her parents' eyes, Kate was meant to become a worthy wife of another man from an equally wealthy family, thus extending their links with people. She wanted to fulfill her parents' wish, and so she worked hard at learning how to be a proper lady and wife whenever she was being educated.
  
  When Kate was in her mid teens, roughly 15, she was finally allowed to go outside into the city of London on her own, albeit with a bodyguard. As a result of this new liberty, Kate was almost always outside whenever she had the chance. She adored shopping for herself and meeting her friends outside of her home. It made her feel free to do what she wanted, and she also became quite good friends with her guard. However, with this new exposure she was also subject to seeing the many peasants and those worse off than her. She pretended to ignore them at first, knowing that she shouldn't be concerned about those that she had never met before, but she felt as though her ignorance was making the problem even worse.
  
  Not too long after she was given the freedom of being outside without her family, Kate discovered about the group called the League of Exemplary Englishmen. She heard that they defeated creatures of the night, a term she hadn't heard before, and that they saved citizens from death by them. Intrigued, Kate began to look more into their work and about these monsters, hoping that it would eventually lead her into talking to some members from the group. The thought of being a heroine was thrilling to her. She would be more than just a pretty wife to a man, but someone that many looked up to. The dangers of the job didn't even concern her when she thought about how much suffering the lower class goes through the entirety of their lives.
  
  After a few months of learning about the League of Exemplary Englishmen, Kate decided on discussing the notion of her joining them with her parents. She thought that her extensive knowledge about their history and the creatures would show her enthusiasm to join them and thus let her parents let her go, but that was not the case. That was definitely not the case. Instead, her parents were appalled that their daughter would want to do something so dangerous, especially since they believed that the job was more suited towards men. They refused to let her go, describing of what could happen to her, and ordered for Kate to not go anywhere near that faction. Kate, somewhat upset from their outburst, followed their commands and dropped her eagerness to join the league.
  
  By the time Kate was 20 she was married to a man called Edward, a man that she loved. She had almost entirely forgotten about her interest in hunting and the creatures of the night and was like a regular noblewoman, although she was adored by almost all children she encountered. The couple moved out to a more secluded town away from London to escape the business and noisiness of the city, wanting a place where they could raise a happy family and stay healthy from the bad air. Shortly after moving into their new home, Kate became pregnant in hopes of growing a strong child.
  
  Unfortunately, the two didn't know that the town that they were in had a shadow looming over it. On a full moon, there was a chance that something would come along and ravage the town's streets, leaving nothing alive in its path - a werewolf. Edward knew that this was an issue in the place, but he didn't believe in it, never having seen a creature of the night for that matter. He believed it was nonsense. In fact, he believed in it so little that he decided he would go on a stroll with Kate on a full moon along the quiet side of the town, where there was gorgeous scenery of a blue lake. Kate knew nothing about these rumours and naively went along with her husband, not knowing what was going to happen to her that very night.
  
  At first their time was spent like that in a romantic movie, with laughter and talking. It seemed like nothing was going to go wrong, except for when they heard a howl in the night. Kate, mind suddenly recalling the information she learnt years ago, begged for her husband to return her back to the house, but he didn't seem to want to. The signs of the werewolf became more and more prominent as the night went on, with frequent howls and the occasional nearby growl. Then the event that would change Kate's life happened within just a few seconds. The wolf came upon them, easily knocking them both down and swiftly biting Kate's side. Luckily there were hunters that were coming after the same wolf, and rescued them both by shooting it until it fled. Unfortunately the damage had already been done, and Kate was now a werewolf.
  
  Kate was scurried off to the nearest hospital and treated for her wounds, having been close enough to let her survive the attack. Of course, there was the problem that she was now a werewolf, something that neither she nor Edward wanted to admit. The two attempted to carry on their life, but it was too much for Kate after noticing the speedy changes to her body. She became apathetic towards everything, not smiling nor talking as much as before. Edward did his best to make her happy once more, especially in hopes of their child, but nothing seemed to work. He started being desperate to make his wife smile.
  
  This carried on until the next full moon, when Kate turned for the first time. She exhibited no control in her actions as a wolf, leading to her escaping the house with relative ease and running through the town, doing whatever she did without purpose. She knows that she murdered innocents unfortunate enough to be outside at that night, and she knows that there were hunters that looked at her like they did with the other werewolf. They attempted to murder her as though she was only a beast, which she was, but Kate escaped into the night without being able to stop her actions.
  
  The next day, when she returned to the household, she found Edward to be missing with only a note left behind saying words that pained her. Kate left the house soon afterwards too, not knowing where to go with her child, and eventually returned to London not back to her parents, but to live in a middle-class house on her own. She lived the next few months in solitude, having only one servant to do her duties as she stayed inside and mourned for her lost life, locking herself up with chains whenever a full moon came, preventing her wolf from wrecking havoc again. The child that she had so eagerly looked forward to ended up being a stillbirth, further leading to her misery.
  
  Eventually Kate brought up the courage to redeem herself by returning to the interest of the League of Exemplary Englishmen. Her hopeful future of being a wife was ruined, and she now considered herself to be a monster. It took a while to convince them to let her join, especially since she was a noblewoman with little to no hunting experience, but eventually she managed to get a hunter from the faction to train her, where she proved herself capable of joining them. She was at first looked down upon and seen as weak by the other hunters, who were gruff and clearly experienced in the art. However, as missions came and went with Kate proving a valuable asset to them, they began to respect her once more and some even looked up to her as a woman who stepped down from her wealthy life to do dirty work to save others. There was the problem that she was a werewolf, which she thinks was a major reason why she was so powerful in her fighting, but she managed to keep that a secret for a long while.
  
  After decades had passed by with Kate hard at work in the League, people noticed that she was not aging not even nearly as fast as she should be. Word started to go round that she was a creature of the night, whether a vampire or a werewolf they weren't sure, but nobody dared to ask her due to the superstitions of them. Kate learned to move from place to place after hearing about the rumours to try and subvert the attention of her age. Some then began to mention that she was the rare black werewolf that roamed around the country at random, ravaging many and taking lives. It all linked up to her, but Kate refused to admit to any of them.
  
  She now continues her duties as a loyal servant of the League of Exemplary Englishmen with the air of mystery whether she is the Black Werewolf of the Night or not, returning on her search for a suitable husband to hopefully settle down with once and for all.
  
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  Strengths:
  
• 
  
  • Extreme strength - Kate is a werewolf, meaning that, even in her human form, she is incredibly strong. She could probably lift a mechanical horse or two if she tried, possibly more.
  • Werewolf bonuses - Her sense of smell and hearing is on par of a bloodhound's, so it's quite difficult for people to sneak up on her. She's also great at healing when wounded.
  • High stamina - Perhaps it's from her being a creature, or perhaps it's from her training, but either way Kate has a high amount of stamina to keep her going throughout the hunt.
  • Experience - Kate has been working with the League for well over half a century, which does mean that she has quite a bit of experience with battling and hunting and the likes.
  • Charismatic - She's a good talker and she knows it. Strangers often have a good view of her on their first meeting with her, and Kate sometimes uses it to her advantage if needed. This isn't very useful with loners or silent people, obviously.
  • Melee fighting - This ties in with Kate's great strength, but she is also quite agile when it comes to fighting up close. She prefers this style of fighting anyway.
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  • Paranoia - Kate always feels as though people are trying to spot something 'wrong' about her, or that somebody is spying on her. This is mainly due to her history and distrust towards people that ask too many questions about her. Also, her anxiety goes through the roof when she can't hear anything. It's best for there to be some sound at all times, even just a gently motor running in the background can do wonders to soothe her worries.
  • Stubbornness - It's difficult to make Kate change her mind once she's set on it. If she doesn't want to do something, she won't do it unless it's to save someone or herself, and even then she needs to build up some willpower to make herself do those things. It's not so much the same way with while she's doing something. If she's given a good reason to stop something, then she'll stop.
  • Easily repulsed - Icky mud and massacres with lots of blood and such will make Kate cringe and feel nauseous, even if she's been doing her job for decades. She can usually pull through it though, she just needs time to recollect herself if it's more towards the gruesome end of the spectrum. This only applies to her human form however, her wolf doesn't give a single damn.
  • Stealth - Kate is horrible at being stealthy, mainly because she needs to be so quiet. She also starts to get jittery from her worrying about being discovered, which leads her to knocking something down or such. However, she can creep up on people quite well, it's just sneaking around a place or such makes her nervous.
  • Werewolf repellents - Silver and wolfsbane are two things she cannot tolerate for obvious reasons.
  • No control - Having been bitten by a newblood werewolf, Kate shows almost entirely no control while in her wolf form. Its dangerous to be around her during her transformation as she usually goes after anyone in the immediate surrounding.
  
  Skillset:
  
  
  • Hand to hand combat - Kate is simply great at close combat, even if it's just brawling. It may make her look unladylike, but she's darn good at giving a hard blow to the face. She's also learnt how to disarm others and how to evade basic attacks herself, which is something that comes to a person when they've had plenty of time to train and are still at their prime.
  • Guns - Kate has learnt to pick up a gun and shoot it at creatures, which is nifty when you don't want to be too close to the thing. She isn't great at very long ranges, but she's good when she's a few metres away or so.
  • Diplomatic - She can negotiate her way through most situations that aren't so much to do with unthinking beasts. She also has a natural charm about her, but she has learnt to develop that and sweet talk her way out if needed.
  
  Equipment:
  
  
  • .45 ACP Bolt Action Rifle
  • Colt Revolver
  • Bayonet Knife
  • Small purse - She always likes to carry at least a little bit of money around in case she needs to buy something or something catches her eye.
  (Please note that I know nothing about guns other than that they shoot)
  
  Spoiler: Rifle

  
  Spoiler: Revolver

  
  Spoiler: Knife

  
  
  Powers/Abilites:
  
  
  • Transformation - An obvious power of a werewolf, Kate can transform into a wolf during a full moon or when experiencing high levels of emotion such as stress. She rarely lets herself use this to kill off creatures of the night though, since it usually results in her becoming an enemy too. She always tries to hide herself if she suspects that she might transform.
  • Blood rampage - During her transformed state, Kate becomes stronger the more blood she can see around her. She also loses what little control that she had before, so it usually ends up with there being a gory massacre.
  • Swift healing - Kate can quickly heal small cuts and bruises within a few minutes if she sets her mind to just doing so. This can also be done on deeper wounds, but its immediate effect mainly relieves the blood loss. It takes a few days to repair those wounds.
  
  

Accepted, love the CS!

*totally not biased from it being a WW, no not at all.*

 

[LostHaven]

"The gears; the machinery behind reality rotates without end. We of humanity are strung into a never-ending cycle. We think we've gotten good at the game. We know the rules- each time the Eldritch Gods send their abominations, we fight back. But, it isn't chess they're playing, is it? No, it was probably a completely different game, and we are the pieces." The Ebon Clockworker

Name: Martin Eastaughffe

Alias: The Ebon Clockworker

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: English

Species: Human

Faction: The Corrupted Rose

Personality: Martin is rather polite, and surprisingly outgoing and friendly to people, which sometimes throws others off due to his clothing. Hell, his mask can be creepy at times. Martin is usually seen as quite silly, and when with his mask off, he is described as always having a sly smile on his face. However, if there is something Martin wants to kill, he will go absolutely all out. While he is very friendly to people, and other creatures that aren't bloodthirsty savages, Martin has a particular annoyance towards demons, werewolves and vampires alike. As he would quote it, he'd: "tear their throats out and strangle them with their own intestines as they drown in a pool of their own blood." He just really, really dislikes weird man-eating things, alright?

• Physical Information
• Personal Information
• Backstory
• Skills and Combat Information
• Miscellaneous Information

• 
  
  Spoiler: Unmasked

  
  
  Hair Style: Martin very rarely bothers with cutting his hair, to the point that his hair runs down to his waist. When viewed from a distance, people could very well mistake him for a woman wearing a men's suit.
  
  Hair Color: Martin's hair colour is a rarity among ordinary humans- at the age of seventeen, all of his hair had turned white. His hair is a grey-ish white, with no more strands of black hair. Some strands of hair are grey, while most of it is a shiny white.
  
  Eye Color: His physical rarities do not stop at his hair- Martin's eyes are a bright pink colour as he suffers from ocular albinism.
  
  Skin Color: Martin's skin has become extremely pale due to prolonged periods of staying indoors. His pale skin has nothing to do with albinism- he does however, get easily burnt in the sunlight, thus his mask and clothing.
  
  Height: 5'11
  
  Weight: 122 lbs
  
  Body Type: Martin's body type leans towards the slimmer side, though he is surprisingly has decent muscle mass.
  
  Clothing: Martin's choice of clothing is very conservative, wearing a suit that covers the entirety of his body. When walking out in the sunlight, martin also wears a white mask accompanied by a top-hat as his skin burns easily in the sun. Due to the fact that he covers himself head-to-toe, people have spread rumours that Martin is a vampire, which is untrue.
  
• 
  Likes:
  
  • Machinery: Martin spends much of his free time working with gears and machinery. He makes clockwork items and sell them for an extra bit of money, and he sometimes enjoys messing with firearms.
  • Tea: Who doesn't love a good cup of tea and biscuits?
  • His Job: For one reason or the other, Martin particularly enjoys his job as a hunter...
  Dislikes:
  
  • Demons: Those things look disgusting, gazing upon them would be an insult to yourself.
  • Werewolves: Great. People that turn into dogs. So, even their skeletal structures change, and they suddenly become bloodthirsty beasts? Nice. Just nice.
  • Literally anything that eats people: Gods, cleaning a blood-stained suit is really tiresome...
  • Dogs and cats: They're so bothersome... You need to clean up after them, and you need to somehow feed them...?
  Deepest Fear:
  
  • What lies beyond reality? Are we really on even playing ground against the Eldritch Gods? These questions keep Martin awake at night, endlessly pondering the futility of humanity's struggle. While he too has the primitive fear of death, what Martin fears most is the complete extinction of mankind.
  
  
• 
  Goal: You know, we've fought long and hard against the Eldritch Gods. I've almost had enough. The fear of the goddamn unknown, well we better make damn sure whatever lurks in the shadows never see the light of day. No... Actually, that's all a lie. I just wanted to live, to laugh, to know the joy of being alive. Is that too much to ask?
  
  The second son of a very wealthy family, Martin had a future ahead of him- all doors were open. However, due to his eye colour, he was believed to be non-human from the start. People's knowledge of conditions were limited at the time, and there was no other logical explanation for pink eyes. His family treated him likewise as trash, and he was locked inside a room, hidden away from the world. He was nothing but junk, a disgrace. In his infinite amount of spare time and boredom, Martin began working with clockwork wind-up toys and clocks. With random parts he had taken out of clocks and whatnot, Martin managed to make functioning clocks of his own.
  
  The cycle of neverending boredom and solitude continued for a while. His only source of company was the maid that brought his meals to him, and tidied his room. And even then, he barely ever talked to the maid except for the 'thank you' every time she brought him his meal and took away the dirty dishes. Then, his father was suddenly murdered from a meticulous fraud, and in his room, he heard gunshots and before even one night had ended, his whole family was dead. Though, that did not quite traumatise him- if he wasn't human, then why should he feel for them? He knew on the inside that he was no different from the corpses that lay before him- frail and weak. But who could blame him? Up until then, he was treated as anything but a human.
  
  For a while, Martin, with all of his family's wealth stolen, made a living off selling clockwork toys- wind up figures, music boxes, et cetera. As time went on, his trinkets became inventions of great value, and due to his eyes being more sensitive to light, Martin designed himself a mask that filtered out light. They were like early sunglasses, though they clearly didn't resemble glasses in any way, shape or form. Due to his choice of clothing, Martin became known as 'The Ebon Clockworker.' Though he was well known for his outstanding clockwork trinkets and toys, he wasn't afraid of creating weapons either. The firearms he produced were of impeccable quality, and at one point, Martin modified a Colt Army Model to be able of firing modern revolver rounds, rather than functioning on ball & cap, and his revolver, Black Rose still remains his signature firearm to this day.
  
  A particularly strange order came to his workshop around four years back though. He was asked to create a life-sized clockwork doll, and preferrably looked like a girl. The reason as to why somebody would want a huge clockwork doll eluded him, but he accepted the order anyways. Money was still money, and Martin decided he'd have fun making the order anyways. The specifics for the doll was quite strange as well, as the client specifically requested that the doll be compatible with a rather old gearbox. Of course, once Martin finished the doll, he decided to check whether the doll worked or not, and when he was about to wind the doll up with the clockwork key he had made, he found the doll off the workbench, and gazing at the other numerous clockwork trinkets. The goddamn thing could talk. After that, he and the puppet had met occasionally, mostly for repairs for broken limbs and parts.
  
  Martin had indeed recieved an invitation from The Franklin Collective, though he had turned it down. Instead, he joined with The Corrupted Rose- his main motive was that he wanted to make damn sure whatever monsters that want to eat all the people in the world are buried ten feet under the earth. Martin just really dislikes them, and if he can get rid of those... things, and help out people at the same time, why not?
  
• 
  Strengths
  
  • Martin is surprisingly loose in terms of morals- he isn't afraid of getting his gloves dirty.
  • He learns fast- give him a piece of technology he has never used before, and he will figure it out pretty fast
  • He's knows ALOT about weapons. He claims that there isn't a single firearm or explosive in the world that he can't use, or figure out to use.
  • Surprisingly fast, for a human
  Weaknesses
  
  • He's got a gun, but he's not as great with a sword
  • Compared to some other hunters, his physical strength is... lacking, to say the least
  • His eyes are sensitive to light
  
  Abilites
  
  • Martin has no significant abilities
  Skillset
  
  • Pistols: For one reason or the other, Martin is very good with pistols. In fact, he can wield one pistol in each hand with ease
  • Ambidextrous: Martin doesn't have a preferred hand. He's equally skilled with both... Now, don't think funny. ;3
  • Liar: Martin can lie his way out of almost any situation. His facial expression almost always remains as a sly grin, so you can't read his face. He's also good at controlling the tone of his voice. He can make away with some pretty impressive bluffs
  
  Equipment
  -The Black Rose: Martin's modified Colt Army Model revolver. He liked the design of the gun, so instead of making himself a more modern revolver, he just modified his Army Model to fire modern revolver rounds. Of course, there were still hiccups here and there, but it's completely useable now, and hell, it performs much better than most mass-manufactured guns. It looks like any old Colt Army model, but the metal the gun is made of is painted black, with gold outlines and carvings on the barrel and frame depicting roses. It looks cool, and hell, it definitely hurts if it gets shot at you.
  
  Spoiler: Colt Army Model

  
  
  -Model 1840 Cavalry Saber
  
  Spoiler

  
  
  -Judicator: A pistol designed and made by Martin using parts of other guns. They hold one heavy caliber iron bullet which when fired, provides incredible force, though the recoil is considerable, and when handled in the wrong way, can easily break your wrist.
  
  Spoiler: Judicator

  
  
  -Death Sentence: A compacted shotgun that Martin made. He originally had an idea and decided to try it out for fun, but ended up making a very useful gun. The pistol is designed similar to a double-barreled shotgun, and it was made to empty both barrels at once. It is absolutely devastating at close range, though again, the recoil is huge.
  
  Spoiler: Death Sentence

  
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  Theme Song:
  
  Others: Before this, I actually wanted to make Jack The Ripper, since this time period fits very well with the period in which he was active. I would've made a hunter probably inspired by Gherman. Eeeeh, if somebody else likes the idea, feel free to take it. I'm not going to use it anymore. Plus, I need somebody to fix up Arial's limbs every time they break.
  

 

[The Shadow Realm]

"The gears; the machinery behind reality rotates without end. We of humanity are strung into a never-ending cycle. We think we've gotten good at the game. We know the rules- each time the Eldritch Gods send their abominations, we fight back. But, it isn't chess they're playing, is it? No, it was probably a completely different game, and we are the pieces." The Ebon Clockworker

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Name: Martin Eastaughffe

Alias: The Ebon Clockworker

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: English

Species: Human

Faction: The Corrupted Rose

Personality: Martin is rather polite, and surprisingly outgoing and friendly to people, which sometimes throws others off due to his clothing. Hell, his mask can be creepy at times. Martin is usually seen as quite silly, and when with his mask off, he is described as always having a sly smile on his face. However, if there is something Martin wants to kill, he will go absolutely all out. While he is very friendly to people, and other creatures that aren't bloodthirsty savages, Martin has a particular annoyance towards demons, werewolves and vampires alike. As he would quote it, he'd: "tear their throats out and strangle them with their own intestines as they drown in a pool of their own blood." He just really, really dislikes weird man-eating things, alright?

• Physical Information
• Personal Information
• Backstory
• Skills and Combat Information
• Miscellaneous Information

• 
  
  Spoiler: Unmasked

  View attachment 421656
  
  Hair Style: Martin very rarely bothers with cutting his hair, to the point that his hair runs down to his waist. When viewed from a distance, people could very well mistake him for a woman wearing a men's suit.
  
  Hair Color: Martin's hair colour is a rarity among ordinary humans- at the age of seventeen, all of his hair had turned white. His hair is a grey-ish white, with no more strands of black hair. Some strands of hair are grey, while most of it is a shiny white.
  
  Eye Color: His physical rarities do not stop at his hair- Martin's eyes are a bright pink colour as he suffers from ocular albinism.
  
  Skin Color: Martin's skin has become extremely pale due to prolonged periods of staying indoors. His pale skin has nothing to do with albinism- he does however, get easily burnt in the sunlight, thus his mask and clothing.
  
  Height: 5'11
  
  Weight: 122 lbs
  
  Body Type: Martin's body type leans towards the slimmer side, though he is surprisingly has decent muscle mass.
  
  Clothing: Martin's choice of clothing is very conservative, wearing a suit that covers the entirety of his body. When walking out in the sunlight, martin also wears a white mask accompanied by a top-hat as his skin burns easily in the sun. Due to the fact that he covers himself head-to-toe, people have spread rumours that Martin is a vampire, which is untrue.
  
• 
  Likes:
  
  • Machinery: Martin spends much of his free time working with gears and machinery. He makes clockwork items and sell them for an extra bit of money, and he sometimes enjoys messing with firearms.
  • Tea: Who doesn't love a good cup of tea and biscuits?
  • His Job: For one reason or the other, Martin particularly enjoys his job as a hunter...
  Dislikes:
  
  • Demons: Those things look disgusting, gazing upon them would be an insult to yourself.
  • Werewolves: Great. People that turn into dogs. So, even their skeletal structures change, and they suddenly become bloodthirsty beasts? Nice. Just nice.
  • Literally anything that eats people: Gods, cleaning a blood-stained suit is really tiresome...
  • Dogs and cats: They're so bothersome... You need to clean up after them, and you need to somehow feed them...?
  Deepest Fear:
  
  • What lies beyond reality? Are we really on even playing ground against the Eldritch Gods? These questions keep Martin awake at night, endlessly pondering the futility of humanity's struggle. While he too has the primitive fear of death, what Martin fears most is the complete extinction of mankind.
  
  
• 
  Goal: You know, we've fought long and hard against the Eldritch Gods. I've almost had enough. The fear of the goddamn unknown, well we better make damn sure whatever lurks in the shadows never see the light of day. No... Actually, that's all a lie. I just wanted to live, to laugh, to know the joy of being alive. Is that too much to ask?
  
  The second son of a very wealthy family, Martin had a future ahead of him- all doors were open. However, due to his eye colour, he was believed to be non-human from the start. People's knowledge of conditions were limited at the time, and there was no other logical explanation for pink eyes. His family treated him likewise as trash, and he was locked inside a room, hidden away from the world. He was nothing but junk, a disgrace. In his infinite amount of spare time and boredom, Martin began working with clockwork wind-up toys and clocks. With random parts he had taken out of clocks and whatnot, Martin managed to make functioning clocks of his own.
  
  The cycle of neverending boredom and solitude continued for a while. His only source of company was the maid that brought his meals to him, and tidied his room. And even then, he barely ever talked to the maid except for the 'thank you' every time she brought him his meal and took away the dirty dishes. Then, his father was suddenly murdered from a meticulous fraud, and in his room, he heard gunshots and before even one night had ended, his whole family was dead. Though, that did not quite traumatise him- if he wasn't human, then why should he feel for them? He knew on the inside that he was no different from the corpses that lay before him- frail and weak. But who could blame him? Up until then, he was treated as anything but a human.
  
  For a while, Martin, with all of his family's wealth stolen, made a living off selling clockwork toys- wind up figures, music boxes, et cetera. As time went on, his trinkets became inventions of great value, and due to his eyes being more sensitive to light, Martin designed himself a mask that filtered out light. They were like early sunglasses, though they clearly didn't resemble glasses in any way, shape or form. Due to his choice of clothing, Martin became known as 'The Ebon Clockworker.' Though he was well known for his outstanding clockwork trinkets and toys, he wasn't afraid of creating weapons either. The firearms he produced were of impeccable quality, and at one point, Martin modified a Colt Army Model to be able of firing modern revolver rounds, rather than functioning on ball & cap, and his revolver, Black Rose still remains his signature firearm to this day.
  
  A particularly strange order came to his workshop around six years back though. He was asked to create a life-sized clockwork doll, and preferrably looked like a girl. The reason as to why somebody would want a huge clockwork doll eluded him, but he accepted the order anyways. Money was still money, and Martin decided he'd have fun making the order anyways. The specifics for the doll was quite strange as well, as the client specifically requested that the doll be compatible with a rather old gearbox. Of course, once Martin finished the doll, he decided to check whether the doll worked or not, and when he was about to wind the doll up with the clockwork key he had made, he found the doll off the workbench, and gazing at the other numerous clockwork trinkets. The goddamn thing could talk. After that, he and the puppet had met occasionally, mostly for repairs for broken limbs and parts.
  
  Martin had indeed recieved an invitation from The Franklin Collective, though he had turned it down. Instead, he joined with The Corrupted Rose- his main motive was that he wanted to make damn sure whatever monsters that want to eat all the people in the world are buried ten feet under the earth. Martin just really dislikes them, and if he can get rid of those... things, and help out people at the same time, why not?
  
• 
  Strengths
  
  • Martin is surprisingly loose in terms of morals- he isn't afraid of getting his gloves dirty.
  • He learns fast- give him a piece of technology he has never used before, and he will figure it out pretty fast
  • He's knows ALOT about weapons. He claims that there isn't a single firearm or explosive in the world that he can't use, or figure out to use.
  • Surprisingly fast, for a human
  Weaknesses
  
  • He's got a gun, but he's not as great with a sword
  • Compared to some other hunters, his physical strength is... lacking, to say the least
  • His eyes are sensitive to light
  
  Abilites
  
  • Martin has no significant abilities
  Skillset
  
  • Pistols: For one reason or the other, Martin is very good with pistols. In fact, he can wield one pistol in each hand with ease
  • Ambidextrous: Martin doesn't have a preferred hand. He's equally skilled with both... Now, don't think funny. ;3
  • Liar: Martin can lie his way out of almost any situation. His facial expression almost always remains as a sly grin, so you can't read his face. He's also good at controlling the tone of his voice. He can make away with some pretty impressive bluffs
  
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  -The Black Rose: Martin's modified Colt Army Model revolver. He liked the design of the gun, so instead of making himself a more modern revolver, he just modified his Army Model to fire modern revolver rounds. Of course, there were still hiccups here and there, but it's completely useable now, and hell, it performs much better than most mass-manufactured guns. It looks like any old Colt Army model, but the metal the gun is made of is painted black, with gold outlines and carvings on the barrel and frame depicting roses. It looks cool, and hell, it definitely hurts if it gets shot at you.
  
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  -Model 1840 Cavalry Saber
  
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  -Judicator: A pistol designed and made by Martin using parts of other guns. They hold one heavy caliber iron bullet which when fired, provides incredible force, though the recoil is considerable, and when handled in the wrong way, can easily break your wrist.
  
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  -Death Sentence: A compacted shotgun that Martin made. He originally had an idea and decided to try it out for fun, but ended up making a very useful gun. The pistol is designed similar to a double-barreled shotgun, and it was made to empty both barrels at once. It is absolutely devastating at close range, though again, the recoil is huge.
  
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  Others: Before this, I actually wanted to make Jack The Ripper, since this time period fits very well with the period in which he was active. I would've made a hunter probably inspired by Gherman. Eeeeh, if somebody else likes the idea, feel free to take it. I'm not going to use it anymore. Plus, I need somebody to fix up Arial's limbs every time they break.
  

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[Deeox2]

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  Name: Victoria Wolfe
  
  Alias: The Stray Wolf
  
  Age: 27
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Lesbian
  
  Nationality: English born Swede
  
  Species: Human
  
  Faction: The Corrupted Rose
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Hair Style: Short cut and swept to the side, usually placed under a hat if she can afford it.
  
  Hair Color: Dark Black
  
  Eye Color: Blue
  
  Skin Color: Caucasian, on the pale side.
  
  Height: 5’6”
  
  Weight: 138 lbs
  
  Scars: A diagonal line across her left temple, which looks more like a blade wound than a claw’s, as the real claw marks are across most of her back - a less than favorable outcome of a tangle with a beast of the night.
  
  Tattoos: None. Tattoos aren’t attractive, scars are.
  
  Body Type: Slim and athletic. Most muscular definition is on the arms, seemingly from carrying heavy weapons around.
  
  Clothing: Simply put, she dresses like a man, but not like the upper class, but rather like a well dressed member of the working class. With a button up black vest, a white undershirt, and grey pants. On a job or on a dark or rainy day, she’ll add a long black overcoat to the outfit.
  
  
  
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  • Wine, Women and Song - The onslaught of depression was held back by alcohol, women, and cigarettes. It still is.
  • Making Things Right - Whether by doing it herself or encouraging those around her
    
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  • The Dogmatic - Denying yourself the ability to chose by sticking to a rigid ideology makes no sense to her. Whether by religion or a code of honour, not everything is so black and white, and one should think for themselves.
  • Daemons - A creature that overrides another’s free will? No thanks.
  
  Goal(s):
  Right wrongs, fight the damned, win the girl’s heart.
  Make her penance, settle down, no more violence.
  
  
  Your Deepest Fear(s):
  
  • Losing Control of Herself - Whether by possession by some eldritch abomination or by finally contracting the curse of lycanthropy, Victoria never wants to cause harm to others by accident.
  • Going Back to her Old Self - She left that behind because of her regrets. Going back means having not learned. Humans learn. She is human.
  
  Personality:
  
  Victoria tends to be carefree when speaking with others. Snarky, joking, and a bit flirtatious with the ladies. It is a genuine response, brought out by her preference to get to know those around her. Partially, this is because she wants to know where everyone stands in her mind, but also because of her interest in people. Friendships are extremely valuable to her.
  
  She holds anger for the malicious types of beast that lurk in the darkness, expressed by how the snark turns from tongue in cheek joking to malicious jabs, or outright yelling as she fights. For the other types, she gives them her sympathies and sorrow, falling quiet as the words turn sincere, or gently putting them down as the case may be.
  
  Background:
  
  A street urchin is nothing new on the streets of London, and Victoria was one of many. Born to a pair of Swedish immigrants who died shortly after her birth, she had no choice but to grow up on the street. She threw her lot in with street gangs, committing petty thievery in her younger years and moving onward to arson and murder as time went on. It was a prosperous time for her. Money came in, people respected her, and she only went to jail once.
  
  She fell in love with the daughter of a tailor and other than getting beaten up by her brothers, the feelings were mutual. Victoria wasn’t very serious about the relationship, mostly using it as a calm in the constant storm of criminal undertakings. On a whim, she decided to take the girl, Dianna, out of London to see the countryside. She wasn’t worried about creatures or any of the sort, she found herself to be quite capable inside London. When her boss needed competition wiped out, they called her.
  
  Naturally, her arrogance got her mauled and her lady friend bitten. Victoria went back to London alone, read up on what she needed to know, and then went back to the countryside with a rifle and silver bullets. She doesn’t like to talk about what happened.
  
  Realizing what her arrogance had caused to happen, she retired from her criminal life and sought out the only group of hunters she thought would take her in. The Corrupted Rose.
  
  Within, she decided to go legit, hunting down not only for coin, but as recompense, seeking to destroy those who harm the innocent - out of malice or otherwise.
  
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  • The Prowl
    • Be it man, beast, or something else entirely, it all possesses tracks. If it breathes, she can track it down. If it doesn’t, she’ll find it anyway.
  • Gunnery
    • Hunting werewolves from afar forced her to make her shots count the first time. Rather average in a regular firefight, but skilled from a distance, and only serviceable when guns aren’t an option.
  • Werewolf Hunter
    • When they lose control, she’ll be there to put them down before anyone is hurt. She knows how to track them. She knows how many people to bring, and she knows how big a gun she’ll need. Fighting other creatures is not as big a strong suit.
  • Look Before You Leap
    • Victoria much prefers to take her time with a target, studying up, taking observations, and then waiting for the perfect time to strike. Be it human, creature - socially, or on the hunt.
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  • Vices
    • Victoria is an alcoholic - more often a sad one than an angry one -, a smoker and a skirt chaser. Saying it won’t affect the job is one thing, but having it be so is another. Sitting in wait for a beast to either spring your trap or rip your throat out will quickly drive you to drink. Thrilling, but stressful.
  • Single Minded
    • Once her mind is set on something, it is rather hard to change it. While it makes it somewhat hard to manipulate her, it also makes it hard for her to see reason when she has made a poor decision.
  • Slow To Act
    • Even as she takes her time to study, if the situation requires an immediate response, she is liable to make plenty of mistakes - make the wrong calls, put herself in danger when it isn’t necessary, cause unnecessary harm.
  
  Skillset:
  An excellent tracker and sniper. Specialized in the hunting of werewolves.
  
  Equipment:
  
  • An elegant rifle with a variable and manipulatable scope, nicknamed with all sorts of terms of endearment. Occasionally outfitted with a bayonet.
  • A pair of engraved revolvers, set with silver. These are usually used less with dealing with creatures and more with the worst of society.
  • A survival knife, just in case.
  
  Powers/Abilities:
  The only magical ability she possesses is the ability to see ghosts without specialized equipment. It seems to be a recent development, and she hopes she can use it to expand her specialization into ghost hunting and werewolf hunting. It also allowed her to see a rather particular young ghost girl...
  

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[The Shadow Realm]

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  Name: Victoria Wolfe
  
  Alias: The Stray Wolf
  
  Age: 27
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Lesbian
  
  Nationality: English born Swede
  
  Species: Human
  
  Faction: The Corrupted Rose
  
  

  
  

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  Hair Style: Short cut and swept to the side, usually placed under a hat if she can afford it.
  
  Hair Color: Dark Black
  
  Eye Color: Blue
  
  Skin Color: Caucasian, on the pale side.
  
  Height: 5’6”
  
  Weight: 138 lbs
  
  Scars: A diagonal line across her left temple, which looks more like a blade wound than a claw’s, as the real claw marks are across most of her back - a less than favorable outcome of a tangle with a beast of the night.
  
  Tattoos: None. Tattoos aren’t attractive, scars are.
  
  Body Type: Slim and athletic. Most muscular definition is on the arms, seemingly from carrying heavy weapons around.
  
  Clothing: Simply put, she dresses like a man, but not like the upper class, but rather like a well dressed member of the working class. With a button up black vest, a white undershirt, and grey pants. On a job or on a dark or rainy day, she’ll add a long black overcoat to the outfit.
  
  
  
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    • Wine, Women and Song - The onslaught of depression was held back by alcohol, women, and cigarettes. It still is.
    
    
    • Making Things Right - Whether by doing it herself or encouraging those around her
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    • The Dogmatic - Denying yourself the ability to chose by sticking to a rigid ideology makes no sense to her. Whether by religion or a code of honour, not everything is so black and white, and one should think for themselves.
    
    
    • Daemons - A creature that overrides another’s free will? No thanks.
  
  Goal(s):
  Right wrongs, fight the damned, win the girl’s heart.
  Make her penance, settle down, no more violence.
  
  
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    • Losing Control of Herself - Whether by possession by some eldritch abomination or by finally contracting the curse of lycanthropy, Victoria never wants to cause harm to others by accident.
    
    
    • Going Back to her Old Self - She left that behind because of her regrets. Going back means having not learned. Humans learn. She is human.
  
  Personality:
  
  Victoria tends to be carefree when speaking with others. Snarky, joking, and a bit flirtatious with the ladies. It is a genuine response, brought out by her preference to get to know those around her. Partially, this is because she wants to know where everyone stands in her mind, but also because of her interest in people. Friendships are extremely valuable to her.
  
  She holds anger for the malicious types of beast that lurk in the darkness, expressed by how the snark turns from tongue in cheek joking to malicious jabs, or outright yelling as she fights. For the other types, she gives them her sympathies and sorrow, falling quiet as the words turn sincere, or gently putting them down as the case may be.
  
  Background:
  
  A street urchin is nothing new on the streets of London, and Victoria was one of many. Born to a pair of Swedish immigrants who died shortly after her birth, she had no choice but to grow up on the street. She threw her lot in with street gangs, committing petty thievery in her younger years and moving onward to arson and murder as time went on. It was a prosperous time for her. Money came in, people respected her, and she only went to jail once.
  
  She fell in love with the daughter of a tailor and other than getting beaten up by her brothers, the feelings were mutual. Victoria wasn’t very serious about the relationship, mostly using it as a calm in the constant storm of criminal undertakings. On a whim, she decided to take the girl, Dianna, out of London to see the countryside. She wasn’t worried about creatures or any of the sort, she found herself to be quite capable inside London. When her boss needed competition wiped out, they called her.
  
  Naturally, her arrogance got her mauled and her lady friend bitten. Victoria went back to London alone, read up on what she needed to know, and then went back to the countryside with a rifle and silver bullets. She doesn’t like to talk about what happened.
  
  Realizing what her arrogance had caused to happen, she retired from her criminal life and sought out the only group of hunters she thought would take her in. The Corrupted Rose.
  
  Within, she decided to go legit, hunting down not only for coin, but as recompense, seeking to destroy those who harm the innocent - out of malice or otherwise.
  
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      • Be it man, beast, or something else entirely, it all possesses tracks. If it breathes, she can track it down. If it doesn’t, she’ll find it anyway.
    
    
    • Gunnery
      • Hunting werewolves from afar forced her to make her shots count the first time. Rather average in a regular firefight, but skilled from a distance, and only serviceable when guns aren’t an option.
    
    
    • Werewolf Hunter
      • When they lose control, she’ll be there to put them down before anyone is hurt. She knows how to track them. She knows how many people to bring, and she knows how big a gun she’ll need. Fighting other creatures is not as big a strong suit.
    
    
    • Look Before You Leap
      • Victoria much prefers to take her time with a target, studying up, taking observations, and then waiting for the perfect time to strike. Be it human, creature - socially, or on the hunt.
  
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      • Victoria is an alcoholic - more often a sad one than an angry one -, a smoker and a skirt chaser. Saying it won’t affect the job is one thing, but having it be so is another. Sitting in wait for a beast to either spring your trap or rip your throat out will quickly drive you to drink. Thrilling, but stressful.
    
    
    • Single Minded
      • Once her mind is set on something, it is rather hard to change it. While it makes it somewhat hard to manipulate her, it also makes it hard for her to see reason when she has made a poor decision.
    
    
    • Slow To Act
      • Even as she takes her time to study, if the situation requires an immediate response, she is liable to make plenty of mistakes - make the wrong calls, put herself in danger when it isn’t necessary, cause unnecessary harm.
  
  Skillset:
  An excellent tracker and sniper. Specialized in the hunting of werewolves.
  
  Equipment:
  
  
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    • A pair of engraved revolvers, set with silver. These are usually used less with dealing with creatures and more with the worst of society.
    
    
    • A survival knife, just in case.
  
  Powers/Abilities:
  The only magical ability she possesses is the ability to see ghosts without specialized equipment. It seems to be a recent development, and she hopes she can use it to expand her specialization into ghost hunting and werewolf hunting. It also allowed her to see a rather particular young ghost girl...
  

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[Elvis Strunk]

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  Name: Annabelle Vaux
  
  
  
  
  Alias: Pluto
  
  
  
  
  Age: Formerly, eleven.
  
  
  
  
  Gender: Female.
  
  
  
  
  Sexuality: Girls, on the younger side.
  
  
  
  
  Nationality: Native to London, though her father immigrated from France.
  
  
  
  
  Species: Ghost
  
  
  
  
  Faction: The Corrupted Rose.
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Dirty, blonde hair styled into pigtails, speckled with dried blood and caked with mud. Her clothing and flesh look in many ways just as marred, mirroring the state she had been in at the moment her life came to an end. Her eyes are hazel, oft appearing either brown or green depending on the light and angle. Overall small in stature, and painfully thin, though it matters little in her current state. She wore clothing that covered most of her flesh, long sleeves even concealing her hands, a cloak often over her head. Though torn and aged, her specter still clings to this attire, almost burying herself within.
  
  
  
  
  
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  Likes: Music, reading, singing (badly), peace and quiet.
  
  
  Dislikes: Difficult people, large gatherings, violence, herself.
  
  
  Goal(s): She wishes to find some meaning to her existence, or to at least bond with others so she might not feel so alone.
  
  
  Your Deepest Fear(s): She doesn't want to stop existing, as much as it might pain her to continue. She's afraid of her memento being damaged, and of hurting others. She doesn't want to be alone.
  
  
  
  
  Personality: Reserved, shy, self-loathing to a degree, she tends to keep to herself and avoid expressing too much. All the same, she yearns to connect with other people, and make friends if at all possible. She'll go out of her way to help someone if asked, and, in fact, has a very difficult time refusing, even if it isn't something she wishes to do.
  
  
  
  
  Background: She had never known a happy life. Or, perhaps it would be more accurate to state that she couldn't remember having one. A fragment of a dream occurs on occasion, when she had been very young, and truly innocent, but those days were far and removed from the present, separated by wells of sadness and suffering.
  
  
  
  
  She had always been a reserved child, tending to keep to herself, raising as little attention as possible. Even at home, she felt most comfortable if her mother and father doted over her elder brother instead. Though, their love and kindness turned more toward demand of accomplishment, as the years passed. A moderately wealthy family, in a time when many struggled to find food from day to day, her parents became increasingly paranoid, and pushed their son to reach even higher.
  
  
  
  
  Naturally, the young man could stretch only so far before breaking. He always said it was an accident, the explosion that occurred during his study, injuring many. The university blamed the youth all the same, expelling him and sending him home to suffer the disappointment of his family. Barred from study, his leg injured too severely to ever work physically, he became a target for their parent's ire, as they shoved their fears onto him in the form of resentment.
  
  
  
  
  From then on, Annabelle became their focus. Their last chance for continued, nay, increased prosperity, in a declining world. Or, so they felt. Suddenly, her life in the background came to an end, as did her interests and friendships, little as they were. Instead, she became a recluse, staying within the confines of her home and studying every material her parents could present. All the while, her brother's declining state, physically and mentally, destroyed what connection they'd held. She soon felt entirely alone.
  
  
  
  
  This lasted for a time, until a chance encounter changed the course of her life. For a time, her mother had been partaking in exotic and illicit substances, behind her husband's back. Perhaps she meant to deal with the stress this way. It mattered little to the child; she held no common ground, no true sense of closeness that would let her reach the woman, or help her in any way. Regardless, normally her mother snuck into the less savory areas of town to locate her fix herself. This day, however, she had fallen ill, stuck laying in bed.
  
  
  
  
  Such is how it came to be that Annabelle was sent, in secret, to find the drug her mother craved. Lost, confused, and afraid, she little knew where to go, or who to ask: even her mother's instructions were only so helpful. She ended up at the home of one Bethany Josephs, a young woman well ingrained in the underbelly of the city. Initially, the child meant to have only the briefest of conversations with the woman; to simply get what she came for, and go home where she could feel at least a little safer.
  
  
  
  
  It was Beth herself, noticing the girl's discomfort- alongside the money in her purse- that decided to invite her inside. Their friendship, if it could be called such, bloomed slowly during their first conversation, Bethany seemingly the first person to truly have an interest in Annabelle's life- and, more importantly to the girl, her feelings regarding it. For her part, the woman merely saw an easy mark, a devious plan forming in the back of her mind. Yet, Annabelle took solace in her company, all the same.
  
  
  
  
  From then on, she always went to purchase the drug herself, something her mother agreed to easily, seeing it as a convenient means to get what she wants, without drawing suspicion from her husband. During these trips, Annabelle's feelings for Bethany became stronger, all the while the young woman slowly convinced her that she would be happier away from her home. After merely a few short months, she finally offered a place in her own home to the girl, which was inevitably accepted.
  
  
  
  
  Annabelle never told her family she was intending to leave. She merely packed up what little she could carry with her, what precious few belongings actually mattered at all, and left in the dead of night. However, that wasn't all she took: with her came many of her family's most precious heirlooms, the silver spoons and golden urns- things Beth had convinced her they would need. The plan, she stated, was to sell off what they could, and use the money to get out of London. Somewhere safe, where her family would never find her, or make her return home. She could be happy, there.
  
  
  
  
  Of course, it didn't turn out that way. Nothing ever does, in this world. While it is certainly true that, in many ways, what started as an easy con turned into actual love and care, in some form, for Bethany, even she couldn't change their fate. Murphy Wright, a man who had been at different times lover, client, victim, and enemy, came calling one night not long after the two hatched their scheme. A local politician, if not terribly important, he heard about the theft, and presumed (correctly) that he knew where to find the one responsible.
  
  
  
  
  He came to Bethany's door intent on blackmail, or perhaps worse, if she refused him. He'd bought her body before, and felt little need to pay, now hanging her most recent crimes over her head. They argued for hours, each insisting they knew enough to bury the other, but the fact remained that Annabelle's family were just prestigious enough that Bethany wouldn't be able to wiggle her way out of the mess, if the police found out- especially if it came from Murphy himself. Adding on the allegation that she had kidnapped the child, and Bethany would likely rot. Certainly, her status in the city would make it impossible to accomplish her business.
  
  
  
  
  He left that night, unfulfilled, though a threat hanging over both of their heads. Beth began to panic, try as Annabelle could to calm her. Their old plan was tossed to the side, or perhaps expedited: they would gather any funds they could, immediately, and leave, that night. Murphy was an awful man, she said. There was little telling what he would do to both of them, if pushed. It was sudden, yet Annabelle didn't resist, as she was forced, once again, to flee into the darkness.
  
  
  
  
  Bethany handled most of the affairs, liquidating their assets purchasing the tickets for the train. Annabelle merely packed what she could, afraid, and feeling as weak as she ever had. She wondered if this would be her life, now: either running whenever trouble arises, or returning home to deal with her shattering family. Still, Beth had been the only one that seemed to care for her wellbeing, to actually realize she had any feelings at all. That was what kept her there, waiting for her friend to return.
  
  
  
  
  Only, she never did.
  
  
  
  
  Hours passed before Annabelle let her worries truly get the better of her. She wondered if Beth had run afoul of Murphy again after all, if they had already been too late. Just as she considered heading out in search of the woman, she stumbled on a small, string-bound book. On it was no name, yet the first page noted that it was meant for her. Beth had left it there for her to find, writing the goodbye she would never say in person. The passage within talked of how going on the run was no life for a child, stating that she would be better off going home, getting a proper education, and growing up into a fine person. Murphy would likely catch up to them eventually, and Beth didn't wish for him to ever get his hands on the girl.
  
  
  
  
  For her part, Annabelle found no solace in any of it. No, she felt the only place that had ever counted as home had been with Beth. Still, she questioned even that. In the end, the woman had lured her out, taken everything she could, and fled, leaving her alone. Some part, in the recesses of her mind, asked her if she had ever really cared at all. Yet she pushed it aside, telling herself that Beth had never needed to offer any explanation, or reasoning for her actions. The book in her hands, it meant something. It showed that SHE had meant something. Yet, it did little enough to stop her from feeling even more alone than before.
  
  
  
  
  She didn't try and go home, not at first. Certainly, she couldn't stay at Beth's house, in case Murphy or his goons came looking, but she hardly knew if she would be welcomed by her family if she returned, or if she even wanted to be. Her mind a tormented mess, she wandered the streets and alleyways for a time, trying to decide what she could do, where she could go. Often having to steal food just to survive, lacking in all forms of money and skill, she considered following Bethany's footsteps and selling off her body, but the thought was simply too agonizing to bare. In the end, she merely tried her best to find shelter when she could, from the cold, and the rain, and the other vagrants that could kill for less than half of what she had.
  
  
  
  
  It was like this, on a particularly cold winter evening, that she met her fate. She had been sleeping more and more, these days, as her body grew weak and her frame grew thin. She knew a sickness had taken hold of her; the same had been spreading to many lately, and the degree of her exposure to the elements left her little doubt that illness would come soon. It was, at this point, that she caved in. Finally, she decided, she would return home, and beg to be taken back. Anything would be better than slowly rotting away in the mud.
  
  
  
  
  She almost made it. Perhaps, if she had been a little quicker, a fragment of a degree healthier, she would have gotten home before he found her. It hadn't been so long since they had met, and he recognized her, even in her state. Murphy, coming for Beth, but finding the house abandoned and empty. Instead, he focused on the next best thing. Perhaps it was torture, to find information, even though the girl knew nothing. Perhaps it had been her body he was after; Beth had seemed to imply things akin to that, in what little she spoke of the man. Or, perhaps he was merely a rabid dog, one that only looked like a man.
  
  
  
  
  She doesn't really remember what happened, and she is most likely fortunate. She only recalls 'waking up' after everything had ended. Her body had been dumped far away from where anyone could find it. She could see blood speckled in her hair, on her face, marring her clothing. She couldn't even tell what had killed her. All she knew was that her existence had changed, and that she was, now, truly alone. None could see her, hear her shouts, and even her body lay lost and broken. The only solace she found, the only thing that offered any comfort, was the book clasped in her hand when she died.
  
  
  
  
  The one memento she had of her only friend. She pried it from her body's fingers, clutching it tightly, and carrying it away. She couldn't bare to see this pitiful sight anymore, so she left herself behind, becoming naught but another unfortunate soul, left to wander the streets of London. For a time, this was the end of her road. Stagnant and dazed, her recollection fuzzy and her goals unknown, she set about watching the people that lived their lives in the city. It became her favorite, and only, hobby.
  
  
  
  
  Even this could only distract the child for so long, however. The loneliness and confusion set in deeper with each passing day, week, month. Was this all that was meant for her? While nothing could touch her, harm her, or run her feelings into the ground, neither could she truly connect with anyone, and, in time, her connection to the world began to slip. Clutching her precious book to her chest as she slept, one night, she found herself unable or unwilling to awaken come morning. It seemed so that the pages of her memento were far more comforting than the harshness of reality, and the child hid herself away, dancing through dreams.
  
  
  
  
  It was random chance that this book be discovered, and that it was taken and opened, rather than tossed aside. Annabelle stirred, for the first time in what seemed an aeon, realizing she had been discovered. A mixture of fear and fleeting hope bubbled up within, as she peered out to gaze upon the one that ended her slumber- and found one Victoria Wolfe staring back at her. From there, she was taught of many things, up to and including the nature of her new existence, the realities of the world itself, and the struggles playing out behind the scenes. With little else to do, and this strange woman as her only vague link to reality, she made the decision, then, to follow her... toward whatever ending might await.
  
  
  
  
  
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  Strengths: Cannot be destroyed through conventional means, but only if a certain book were to be obliterated.
  
  
  Weaknesses: Cannot be seen by, nor interact with, the vast majority of beings.
  
  
  Skillset: As young as she was at the time of her death, and how little experience she's gained since, she isn't skilled in terribly much at all.
  
  
  Equipment (If any): She carries nothing at all aside from her book.
  
  
  Powers/Abilities: She possesses some affinity for healing, and potentially restoring life, though at a price. She has not as yet explored her potential too heavily, mostly content to avoid involving herself in most instances. She may have been the cause of a few unexplained recoveries, however.
  
  
  
  
  

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  Name: Annabelle Vaux
  
  
  
  
  Alias: Pluto
  
  
  
  
  Age: Formerly, eleven.
  
  
  
  
  Gender: Female.
  
  
  
  
  Sexuality: Girls, on the younger side.
  
  
  
  
  Nationality: Native to London, though her father immigrated from France.
  
  
  
  
  Species: Ghost
  
  
  
  
  Faction: The Corrupted Rose.
  
  
  

  
  

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  Dirty, blonde hair styled into pigtails, speckled with dried blood and caked with mud. Her clothing and flesh look in many ways just as marred, mirroring the state she had been in at the moment her life came to an end. Her eyes are hazel, oft appearing either brown or green depending on the light and angle. Overall small in stature, and painfully thin, though it matters little in her current state. She wore clothing that covered most of her flesh, long sleeves even concealing her hands, a cloak often over her head. Though torn and aged, her specter still clings to this attire, almost burying herself within.
  
  
  
  
  
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  Likes: Music, reading, singing (badly), peace and quiet.
  
  
  Dislikes: Difficult people, large gatherings, violence, herself.
  
  
  Goal(s): She wishes to find some meaning to her existence, or to at least bond with others so she might not feel so alone.
  
  
  Your Deepest Fear(s): She doesn't want to stop existing, as much as it might pain her to continue. She's afraid of her memento being damaged, and of hurting others. She doesn't want to be alone.
  
  
  
  
  Personality: Reserved, shy, self-loathing to a degree, she tends to keep to herself and avoid expressing too much. All the same, she yearns to connect with other people, and make friends if at all possible. She'll go out of her way to help someone if asked, and, in fact, has a very difficult time refusing, even if it isn't something she wishes to do.
  
  
  
  
  Background: She had never known a happy life. Or, perhaps it would be more accurate to state that she couldn't remember having one. A fragment of a dream occurs on occasion, when she had been very young, and truly innocent, but those days were far and removed from the present, separated by wells of sadness and suffering.
  
  
  
  
  She had always been a reserved child, tending to keep to herself, raising as little attention as possible. Even at home, she felt most comfortable if her mother and father doted over her elder brother instead. Though, their love and kindness turned more toward demand of accomplishment, as the years passed. A moderately wealthy family, in a time when many struggled to find food from day to day, her parents became increasingly paranoid, and pushed their son to reach even higher.
  
  
  
  
  Naturally, the young man could stretch only so far before breaking. He always said it was an accident, the explosion that occurred during his study, injuring many. The university blamed the youth all the same, expelling him and sending him home to suffer the disappointment of his family. Barred from study, his leg injured too severely to ever work physically, he became a target for their parent's ire, as they shoved their fears onto him in the form of resentment.
  
  
  
  
  From then on, Annabelle became their focus. Their last chance for continued, nay, increased prosperity, in a declining world. Or, so they felt. Suddenly, her life in the background came to an end, as did her interests and friendships, little as they were. Instead, she became a recluse, staying within the confines of her home and studying every material her parents could present. All the while, her brother's declining state, physically and mentally, destroyed what connection they'd held. She soon felt entirely alone.
  
  
  
  
  This lasted for a time, until a chance encounter changed the course of her life. For a time, her mother had been partaking in exotic and illicit substances, behind her husband's back. Perhaps she meant to deal with the stress this way. It mattered little to the child; she held no common ground, no true sense of closeness that would let her reach the woman, or help her in any way. Regardless, normally her mother snuck into the less savory areas of town to locate her fix herself. This day, however, she had fallen ill, stuck laying in bed.
  
  
  
  
  Such is how it came to be that Annabelle was sent, in secret, to find the drug her mother craved. Lost, confused, and afraid, she little knew where to go, or who to ask: even her mother's instructions were only so helpful. She ended up at the home of one Bethany Josephs, a young woman well ingrained in the underbelly of the city. Initially, the child meant to have only the briefest of conversations with the woman; to simply get what she came for, and go home where she could feel at least a little safer.
  
  
  
  
  It was Beth herself, noticing the girl's discomfort- alongside the money in her purse- that decided to invite her inside. Their friendship, if it could be called such, bloomed slowly during their first conversation, Bethany seemingly the first person to truly have an interest in Annabelle's life- and, more importantly to the girl, her feelings regarding it. For her part, the woman merely saw an easy mark, a devious plan forming in the back of her mind. Yet, Annabelle took solace in her company, all the same.
  
  
  
  
  From then on, she always went to purchase the drug herself, something her mother agreed to easily, seeing it as a convenient means to get what she wants, without drawing suspicion from her husband. During these trips, Annabelle's feelings for Bethany became stronger, all the while the young woman slowly convinced her that she would be happier away from her home. After merely a few short months, she finally offered a place in her own home to the girl, which was inevitably accepted.
  
  
  
  
  Annabelle never told her family she was intending to leave. She merely packed up what little she could carry with her, what precious few belongings actually mattered at all, and left in the dead of night. However, that wasn't all she took: with her came many of her family's most precious heirlooms, the silver spoons and golden urns- things Beth had convinced her they would need. The plan, she stated, was to sell off what they could, and use the money to get out of London. Somewhere safe, where her family would never find her, or make her return home. She could be happy, there.
  
  
  
  
  Of course, it didn't turn out that way. Nothing ever does, in this world. While it is certainly true that, in many ways, what started as an easy con turned into actual love and care, in some form, for Bethany, even she couldn't change their fate. Murphy Wright, a man who had been at different times lover, client, victim, and enemy, came calling one night not long after the two hatched their scheme. A local politician, if not terribly important, he heard about the theft, and presumed (correctly) that he knew where to find the one responsible.
  
  
  
  
  He came to Bethany's door intent on blackmail, or perhaps worse, if she refused him. He'd bought her body before, and felt little need to pay, now hanging her most recent crimes over her head. They argued for hours, each insisting they knew enough to bury the other, but the fact remained that Annabelle's family were just prestigious enough that Bethany wouldn't be able to wiggle her way out of the mess, if the police found out- especially if it came from Murphy himself. Adding on the allegation that she had kidnapped the child, and Bethany would likely rot. Certainly, her status in the city would make it impossible to accomplish her business.
  
  
  
  
  He left that night, unfulfilled, though a threat hanging over both of their heads. Beth began to panic, try as Annabelle could to calm her. Their old plan was tossed to the side, or perhaps expedited: they would gather any funds they could, immediately, and leave, that night. Murphy was an awful man, she said. There was little telling what he would do to both of them, if pushed. It was sudden, yet Annabelle didn't resist, as she was forced, once again, to flee into the darkness.
  
  
  
  
  Bethany handled most of the affairs, liquidating their assets purchasing the tickets for the train. Annabelle merely packed what she could, afraid, and feeling as weak as she ever had. She wondered if this would be her life, now: either running whenever trouble arises, or returning home to deal with her shattering family. Still, Beth had been the only one that seemed to care for her wellbeing, to actually realize she had any feelings at all. That was what kept her there, waiting for her friend to return.
  
  
  
  
  Only, she never did.
  
  
  
  
  Hours passed before Annabelle let her worries truly get the better of her. She wondered if Beth had run afoul of Murphy again after all, if they had already been too late. Just as she considered heading out in search of the woman, she stumbled on a small, string-bound book. On it was no name, yet the first page noted that it was meant for her. Beth had left it there for her to find, writing the goodbye she would never say in person. The passage within talked of how going on the run was no life for a child, stating that she would be better off going home, getting a proper education, and growing up into a fine person. Murphy would likely catch up to them eventually, and Beth didn't wish for him to ever get his hands on the girl.
  
  
  
  
  For her part, Annabelle found no solace in any of it. No, she felt the only place that had ever counted as home had been with Beth. Still, she questioned even that. In the end, the woman had lured her out, taken everything she could, and fled, leaving her alone. Some part, in the recesses of her mind, asked her if she had ever really cared at all. Yet she pushed it aside, telling herself that Beth had never needed to offer any explanation, or reasoning for her actions. The book in her hands, it meant something. It showed that SHE had meant something. Yet, it did little enough to stop her from feeling even more alone than before.
  
  
  
  
  She didn't try and go home, not at first. Certainly, she couldn't stay at Beth's house, in case Murphy or his goons came looking, but she hardly knew if she would be welcomed by her family if she returned, or if she even wanted to be. Her mind a tormented mess, she wandered the streets and alleyways for a time, trying to decide what she could do, where she could go. Often having to steal food just to survive, lacking in all forms of money and skill, she considered following Bethany's footsteps and selling off her body, but the thought was simply too agonizing to bare. In the end, she merely tried her best to find shelter when she could, from the cold, and the rain, and the other vagrants that could kill for less than half of what she had.
  
  
  
  
  It was like this, on a particularly cold winter evening, that she met her fate. She had been sleeping more and more, these days, as her body grew weak and her frame grew thin. She knew a sickness had taken hold of her; the same had been spreading to many lately, and the degree of her exposure to the elements left her little doubt that illness would come soon. It was, at this point, that she caved in. Finally, she decided, she would return home, and beg to be taken back. Anything would be better than slowly rotting away in the mud.
  
  
  
  
  She almost made it. Perhaps, if she had been a little quicker, a fragment of a degree healthier, she would have gotten home before he found her. It hadn't been so long since they had met, and he recognized her, even in her state. Murphy, coming for Beth, but finding the house abandoned and empty. Instead, he focused on the next best thing. Perhaps it was torture, to find information, even though the girl knew nothing. Perhaps it had been her body he was after; Beth had seemed to imply things akin to that, in what little she spoke of the man. Or, perhaps he was merely a rabid dog, one that only looked like a man.
  
  
  
  
  She doesn't really remember what happened, and she is most likely fortunate. She only recalls 'waking up' after everything had ended. Her body had been dumped far away from where anyone could find it. She could see blood speckled in her hair, on her face, marring her clothing. She couldn't even tell what had killed her. All she knew was that her existence had changed, and that she was, now, truly alone. None could see her, hear her shouts, and even her body lay lost and broken. The only solace she found, the only thing that offered any comfort, was the book clasped in her hand when she died.
  
  
  
  
  The one memento she had of her only friend. She pried it from her body's fingers, clutching it tightly, and carrying it away. She couldn't bare to see this pitiful sight anymore, so she left herself behind, becoming naught but another unfortunate soul, left to wander the streets of London. For a time, this was the end of her road. Stagnant and dazed, her recollection fuzzy and her goals unknown, she set about watching the people that lived their lives in the city. It became her favorite, and only, hobby.
  
  
  
  
  Even this could only distract the child for so long, however. The loneliness and confusion set in deeper with each passing day, week, month. Was this all that was meant for her? While nothing could touch her, harm her, or run her feelings into the ground, neither could she truly connect with anyone, and, in time, her connection to the world began to slip. Clutching her precious book to her chest as she slept, one night, she found herself unable or unwilling to awaken come morning. It seemed so that the pages of her memento were far more comforting than the harshness of reality, and the child hid herself away, dancing through dreams.
  
  
  
  
  It was random chance that this book be discovered, and that it was taken and opened, rather than tossed aside. Annabelle stirred, for the first time in what seemed an aeon, realizing she had been discovered. A mixture of fear and fleeting hope bubbled up within, as she peered out to gaze upon the one that ended her slumber- and found one Victoria Wolfe staring back at her. From there, she was taught of many things, up to and including the nature of her new existence, the realities of the world itself, and the struggles playing out behind the scenes. With little else to do, and this strange woman as her only vague link to reality, she made the decision, then, to follow her... toward whatever ending might await.
  
  
  
  
  
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  Strengths: Cannot be destroyed through conventional means, but only if a certain book were to be obliterated.
  
  
  Weaknesses: Cannot be seen by, nor interact with, the vast majority of beings.
  
  
  Skillset: As young as she was at the time of her death, and how little experience she's gained since, she isn't skilled in terribly much at all.
  
  
  Equipment (If any): She carries nothing at all aside from her book.
  
  
  Powers/Abilities: She possesses some affinity for healing, and potentially restoring life, though at a price. She has not as yet explored her potential too heavily, mostly content to avoid involving herself in most instances. She may have been the cause of a few unexplained recoveries, however.
  
  
  
  
  

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