Realistic or Modern 𝔼𝕦𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕕 | Character Sheets

Kipsy · May 7, 2019

WIP

Name: Elizabeth "Ellie" Tyler
Gender: Female
Age: 36

Role: Expera Leader
Human occupation: N/A

Crush:
Spouse:
Children: TBD

Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Dark blue
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 139 lbs
Mods/Tattoos: Rose tattoo on lower back

Personality: A stubborn know-it-all, Elizabeth is the kind of woman to take nothing for granted. She prides herself on her intelligence and determination. Even through the toughest of times, she remains strong and competent, ensuring that her group members are well taken care of. This doesn't mean she lacks a sense of humor, however; she finds enjoyment in teasing and joking around when it's applicable.
Backstory: To be revealed in the RP.

Name: Xian Helias
Gender: Male
Age: 24

Role: Alpha's first pup

Crush:
Mate:
Children:

Hair color: Brown, dyed black
Eye color: Black
Wolf eye color: Red
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 123 lbs
Mods/Tattoos: Left ear piercing

Personality: Shy and reclusive, Xian rarely leaves his room. He avoids other people like they're the plague, absolutely terrified of social situations. instead, his best companions are his books, which he spends hours upon hours reading nonstop. The stories he reads are like an escape into another world, a better world, one where he isn't a werewolf. Don't tell anyone he thinks that way, though, for it would give him quite the sour reputation. After all, being the successor to the Helias' throne, shouldn't he like being who he is?
Backstory: To be revealed in the RP.

Name: Shin Ku
Gender: Male
Age: 271

Role: Wiljay Capo 3

Crush:
Spouse:
Children:

Hair color: Pink
Eye color: Turqoise
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 172 lbs
Mods/Tattoos:

Personality: Quiet and reserved in nature, it's rare to see Shin get worked up over anything. Usually, he just internally mulls over the things that bother him until it drives him insane. When it comes down to it, he's able to push his feelings aside and do what's best for the mafia. Shin is incredibly protective of the Wiljay family and is more than willing to risk his life for their well-being. He strives to do too much, sometimes to the point where he takes on more than he can chew. Easily overwhelmed, he often finds himself needing to take breaks from the craziness of life by taking silent, independent walks through the woods.
Backstory: To be revealed in the RP.

Eliruz · May 8, 2019

Name: Akeno Helias

Gender: Male

Age: 52

Role: Boss (Helias)

Crush: TBD

Mate: TBD

Children: Xian Lee (24)

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Brown

Height: 6' 2"
Wolf eye color: Golden

Weight: 187 lbs

Mods/Tattoos:

Personality: Akeno is a traditional man and a strict one at that; he expects his word to be followed strictly, not just for his safety, but also for his pack's safety. Though he can be very strict and firm in his ways, he is a very respectful man who understands when someone is in need and will help those he can. On top of all this, his family and pack are the most important thing to him, so Akeno will not hesitate to take down anyone threatening his pack; he is not a force to be reckoned with. He can get very aggressive when threatened or disobeyed, though he does have a fairly good reign on his anger issues.

Backstory: TBD

Writing sample:

The wind blew strongly against the large beast's matted black fur, vapor escaping through its powerful nostrils. His inner desires to run, to be free within the beautiful, vast forests seemed to be coming to life; the refreshing smells of the pine trees around him, the scents of prey. This was his inner animalistic cravings that he hadn't relieved in so long, yet here he was, underneath the bright light of the moon, galloping through the canopied forest. Large, connected networks of leaves created a large barrier with small openings, allowing small beams of moonlight to trickle in; this lit up the forest in ways he'd never seen before. Everything around seemed to glow with an unearthly sheen, lighting a path through the dense mass of woodland.

Coming to a slow trot, the large brute looked around, his gold gaze surveying the area around him; he wanted to make sure it was safe before shifting from beast to man. Once he made sure he could see no-one around, he focused on transforming, his bones beginning to crack loudly and the black fur beginning to disappear, leaving behind tattooed and scarred skin. His muzzle was soon transformed into a human face, his long hair flowing down his shoulders.

Replacing the large black beast was now a broad-shouldered male with shoulder blade length hair, dark brown optics, and many tattoos adorning his upper back and right peck, up his shoulder, and along his arm. The man, Akeno, began striding with his long appendages, towards the edge of the cliff; this was a special spot to the brute. Once he was at the edge, he rested his large body down against the ground and peered out over the edge, a sigh leaving his lips; this was where his parents had met and always came back to meet, seeing how their affairs were forbidden. During their era, they were to marry who their parents saw was the best fit and most wealthiest, ranking was always the most important in their families. But that didn't seem to be the case with his parents, seeming how they ran away together and made a life for themselves. It was at this moment when he swore he'd break the tradition of arranging marriages in his future family; he would never put his own children through the turmoil his past ancestors were put through.

Name: Aerwyna Wiljay

Gender: Female
Age: 167 Y/O (Looks 18)

Role: Boss' Second Child

Crush:
Spouse:
Children:

Hair color: Blue
Eye color: Dark Violet
Height: 5' 1"
Weight: 119 lbs.
Mods/Tattoos: Has one tattoo, which is frowned upon

Personality: Aerwyna is very sweet and loving towards her family and group, always lending a helping hand when she can. Being a bit odd for a fae, she prefers to be less mischievous, unlike her siblings, who love to pull pranks and irritate people. She may be sweet, but just like anyother fae, she can be very manipulative if it's for the better-good of the group and/or her family, seeing how she puts them first.
Backstory: TBD

Name: Clemantine "Clem" Grace
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Role: Leader's Daughter
Human occupation: Future Heir

Crush:
Spouse:
Children:

Hair color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 119 lbs.

Personality: Similar to her mother, Clem is a very stubborn child and won't take no for an answer. She is headstrong, loving, and will put up a pretty damn good fight if ever put into the situation, seeing how she was trained at a very young age.
Backstory: TBD

Name: Edward "Eddie" Manchester
Gender: Male
Age: 72 Y/O (Looks 21)

Role: Soldier
Born or Bitten: Bitten

Crush:
Spouse:
Children: Eva Manchester (DM me if you're interested in playing her)

Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue (Hazel)
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 221 lbs.
Mods/Tattoos: None

Personality: Eddie is very quiet, but straight to the point; he doesn't like to pussyfoot around and can get quite impatient if a problem isn't solved fast enough. Though he can get quite impatient, he is respectful to those who are of higher rank, and even lower rank. His anger is an issue, which he uses when fighting and training in the gym.

Backstory: TBD

Name: Ella Mayberry
Gender: Female
Age: 22

Role: Slave
Human occupation: Blood Slave to Farlan's Coven

Crush:
Spouse:
Children:

Hair color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 132 lbs.
Mods/Tattoos: None

Personality: Ever since Ella was captured and put into the slave trade, her bubbly personality slowly drained away. She used to be very talkative, but now she is very quiet and submits to those who capture/buy her. Only around those she really finds comfort in, will she reveal the full capacity of her hidden, bubbly and beautiful personality.
Backstory:

Writing sample: (include in a spoiler, please)

Angel Evans · May 8, 2019

Name: Niklaus Farlan
Gender:Male
Age:250
Sexuality:Bisexual
Role: Leader
Born or Bitten?:Born

Crush:
Spouse: Drusila Farlan
Children:

Hair color: Brown/Blonde
Eye color: Red/Emerald Green
Height: 6'3
Weight:200ibs
Mods/Tattoos:Rose tattoo dripping blood along left arm

Personality:Strict and kind,cold and passionate. Klaus is a born leader fiercely protecting those in his organization without fail. Klaus is flirtatious as much as he is domineering. Charming both vampiric and human girl's with little effort. His intelligence is second to none,calculating his every move down to the step. When it's time for Klaus too kill he is cool,collected,and completely merciless in the 100 years that he has founded the Farlan family he's never failed a mission.
BackstoryTo Be Discovered)

Writing sample:

Aqua mulled it over. “New York sounds great!” He beamed afte rall it was his Home. Aqua grabbed Zane’s hand and walked him through the portal appearing on the other side in the lower east side. Soho to be exact. “Have you ever been to New York before? I’m sure a party guy like you would love it here” he winked at Zane pulling him closer. Hikari thoroughly enjoyed his ice cream so much so that he began glowing not to mention Jasmine mentioning how handsome he was. He tried his best to suppress it and manage to bring it down it a light dimmer. After the sweet treat listened to Jasmines suggestions mulling it over. “Well if you ask me,A carnival would be more fun than window shopping. Besides I can’t wait to crush you guys in all the games.” He snickered mischievously But really he just wanted to show off for Jasmine

Nico · May 8, 2019

Florian Wiljay

Name: Florian Wiljay
Nickname: Ri
Age: 100 y/o (Looks 18)
Role: Boss's Third Child
Hair Color: Hot Pink
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150lbs
Clothing:
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Personality:
At first glance, Florian seems to be an average person, seemingly harmless in every sort. This, however, is just a guise, the truth is Florian is a trickster and malicious as they come. Though he has his moments where he's sweet and kind, he puts family and associates first and foremost, it's to his utmost importance, he loves his family and would die for them. Florian is the type to lure you in with soft comforts and then destroy your night (even possible your life), swiping your wallet and selling your identity, sharing drugs and rocking your world one night and leaving you cold the next morning. If he truly found love in someone, he would spoil them like crazy, the model lover in a sense of words. He is a hopeless romantic who has watched and read too many romance based books, shows or cartoons. The fae could be violent, harming humans or tricking them into unwittingly cause harm to themselves.

He can be very possessive or overprotective, lightly so, not abusively so. Florian might not be able to lie, but he might not give you all of the truth, leaving you trying to find heads and tails of his information highly amuses him. Florian is very intelligent, coming up with concise plans with back up plans to go with the first plan. He's musically talented and has been playing the piano since he was a child. Playful to a fault, he knows when it's time to be serious and when it's time to let loose.

He might be third in line to be boss but he's quite aware he will never become anything akin to a boss, so he doesn't care too much for the inner workings of the higher ups. Mainly choosing to do his jobs and report back without much care. He doesn't even want to be the boss, too much work for his liking.

He's snarky and sarcastic with a harsh bite, even saying witty comments in the worst of times. He has several weapons and knows and will use each of them if the time comes to it. He craves the nightlife, it's where he can be free from trying to keep a "proper" image, of course, he goes by a fake name so it's not tied back to him being part of the Wiljay family. Disguises and all, none of his midnight hookups know his true appearance. Florian despises being called anything along the lines of anything that can be related to loose. It's not like he sleeps with everything that moves, he just likes having a fun time, if a being catches his attention and they're available he's game.

Florian also curses, he believes that he can't express his emotions sometimes with plain inexpressive words. He tries to be a good son and a good younger brother, he just, however, wants to live his life the way he feels so, he's going to be around for a very long time, why be bored. He might be an asshole who makes stupid decisions, but he's a lovable one who wants nothing but the best for who he cares about.
Biography: To be determined.
Relationships:

RELATIONSHIPS TBA

" The Fair Folk don't give back what they take.”

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Soft breaths escaped Florian's lips as he laid spread eagle on his bed, looking up at the faded paint on his roof. He had a brilliant idea years ago to paint it lavender. After a while, it became an almost bleached color, nobody actually cared enough to repaint, and neither did Florian. Frowning he sighed again and turned onto his side and hugged his pillow to his chest. He was absolutely bored, he needed to get out of his room and out in the dark and neon-lit city. He sat up and placed his pillow on the head of the bed where it belonged. His hands tousling his hair he bit his lip and looked at the contacts beside his bed. Green-blue in color, a contrast to his sky blue natural eyes. He popped them in and took out an outfit for the night. A silver shirt with sleeves going down to his elbows and faded jeans to match. It wasn't much but in the night no one really cared about the color of your shirt.

Florian picked at the raspberry nail polish on his fingers for a moment before grabbing his keys. He would have to sneak out, his father's men no doubt are looking to keep the don's family safe, even if that meant the rebellious third child with a knack for getting into trouble. Though, hey, at least he had his own car! They overlooked that small tidbit. He fired up the cherry red Ferarri and quietly exited the driveway and down into the city.

Neon lights and lively sounds filled his senses when he reached downtown. No doubt species of all kinds were mingling in the clubs, Florian however, had his sights on humans. The lesser of the kinds and more likely one that he didn't care if he harmed. They were slaves, after all, nothing more, nothing less. He parked in a parking lot and locked up. Getting out of the car he ran his hands through his hair and made his way to a club entrance. Waiting in line he got his fake ID ready and once he reached the bouncer he showed it to the man. He went by the name 'Alex Deloria', it was of no choice of his, but his card dealer. Was it a risky business? Maybe, but his cleverness never failed him before.

A few hours and a few drinks in, Florian was finally approached by a man. Tall, handsome and dark, just the way Florian liked them.

"May I buy you a drink?" the man asked.

"I'd love that," Florian replied with a small smile.

More hours pass by and the two were getting a bit cozy and the man known as Darrick a bit tipsy. He mumbled on about things that didn't really faze or give Florian any reason to care. Apparently, his girlfriend just broke up with him and he was drinking away his sorrows. 'That's rough buddy.' Florian thought to himself. The fae managed to coax the man back to a hotel room, partly to let him sleep off the booze and partly because honestly, the man was going to get killed if he drove home. So he started to kind of care and shrugged off the idea of stealing from the man. He wasn't completely heartless.

One thing led to another and Florian woke up shirtless with the man cuddled to his chest. The fae picked himself out of bed and got dressed. The sun was shining and no doubt his parents will be pissed...again. Though the first thing he did before he left was leaving the man some doughnuts from the hotel lobby, juice and two capsules of Tylenol.

Note as well reading in fancy script:

I hope things start to look up for you, I had fun last night, please get more rest. The hotel is paid for another night. Good Luck

-Alex ♥

Dear Mrs. Psycho · May 8, 2019

Lilith Farlan

basics: Name
Lilith Rose Farlan

Name Meaning
Lilith (Night Monster)

Nickname
Lil, Lily (Though she hates that one), Farlan

Gender
Female

Age
Looks 20-21, Actually 120ish

Sexuality
Bisexual
stats: Role
Farlan's Oldest Child

Born or Bitten
Born

Crush
She has her eye on a few

Spouse
Children
personality: Lilith is generally more closed off then the others, as well being a bit cold, with a chip on her shoulder. However, she knows how to get what she wants and play the game right, well right in her favor. She always seems to get what she wants by force or manipulation. Though don't try to cross her though, she can be ruthless and without mercy, even without her short temper. She carries authority and status, just a good as her parents, though it might seems she takes more after her father. Even though she has a tendency to do what's best for her, she is loyal and protective of her own, including the clan and looks for the interests of the clan as well.
bio: Lilith was born into the clan authority by her parents. From there she grew up to learn the clan ways, how to fight/defend herself, how to feed, and even how to be her father's heir. Her whole life she has been with the clan, except a small period when she tried leaving once, but failed, when her parents sent everyone looking for her. Ever since then, she has tried to be the golden child that would eventually lead the rest.
appearance: Hair color
Dirty Blonde, but occasionally she dye it to mix things up.

Eye color
Brown normally, red when doing vampy stuff

Height
5'6''

Weight
130lbs

Mods/Tattoos
N/A

Links
one two three four

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Colton Blackwood

basics: Name
Colton Bloackwood

Nickname
Cole (Preferred Name)

Gender
Male

Age
30

Sexuality
Straight
stats: Role
Helias Right Hand

Crush

Spouse

Children
personality: Cole is very loyal to the pack and their leader. He would die for it and them. He is a trained warrior and provides advisory is need be. However, he doesn't take light to nonsense, which sometimes gets him into a bit of trouble mixed with his short fuse and is very firm and strict. He is aggressive and protective where he needs to be, and sometimes when he doesn't. He is respectful and intelligent. Better, once you get past his rough exterior, he can be real caring and kind.
bio: Around 30 years ago, Cole was born in a middle-class werewolf family in the south. Life was quiet there for him, he learned his abilities, as well as his morals from his family. Though, around his teens, his family died and he had to learn to find his own way, which is where he found the pack, or well the pact found him and broght him in. From there he proved himself, by training and gaining trust, as he worked his way from member, to solider, to finally the leader's right hand and where he is proud to be.
appearance: Hair color
Medium to Dark Brown
Eye color
Brown eyes normally, black eyes when changed

Height
6'3''

Weight
210lbs

Mods/Tattoos
A scar on his left eyebrow from a fight in his beginning times in the pack and a few tribal tattoos.

Links

one wolf

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"Alright, so we have a plan, what should we wear? Formal? Black? Casual wear?" Kristy asked, to get things moving along. Kristy was a new member to their spy squad, who had a boyish body and overall trendy, so she was hoping that the other girls come up with something closer to her style, however, she found Alexa's style to be close to hers, but still very different, and was counting on her to pull through with some of her ideas.

"Oh no, Kris," Alexa exclaimed. "We are not wearing casual clothes. We would stand out, though I am not opposed to formal wear, but since we are looking at both blending in and function, I bought this black catsuit some time ago that I have been dying to use," she suggested. Alexa saw Kristy style and thought it was a very similar to her, but for her to suggest casual clothes was a disaster. As for Margo, she thought Margo could use a little update to her closet from the fashion police and she was more than willing to give her a complete make-over, since Bellamy has been looking towards Riley lately.

Now Alexa wasn't opposed to Bellamy having a girl, she was all for him finding the live of his life, but she also wanted to be in that same picture. Her and Bell have been each other's rock, they haven't separated from each other since they met in middle school. They were closer than brother and sister, and it was kind of had not being the first one her best friend wants to go to. Yes, it was partly her fault because she herself has been focusing on staying in this spy program, but when she was free, Bell wasn't or he wasn't in the mood.

"Catsuits...sound..hm..good, but aren't they a bit too...I don't know..formfitting?" Riley proposed, she wasn't all for an idea that would hug every inch of her body, it seemed too Catwoman for her tastes.

"That's the idea of a catsuit," Alexa retorted, a bit annoyed that her idea might be opposed, especially someone who is potentially going to steal her best friend away. Yes, she was being salty towards the girl, and she was taking her annoyance out on someone that literally did nothing but have qualities that appealed to her other half, which is a bit over dramatic, but that's who she was sometimes, however it was for people like Bellamy, whom she really cared about.

"Maybe we could wear something underneath," Margo interjected, stopping a full on argument before it even started. She could see the tension between Alexa and Riley, though mainly from Alexa, and she could tell why, but she needed them to be on the same page, and if that mean making Alexa happy enough to forget about her issues with Riley temporarily, then she was going to do it. Alexa had a fire in her, that isn't easy for other people to control, so everyone's best bet was to keep her happy.

"Like what?" Kristy asked. Kristy only recently joined in their group of friends, more like allies, so she was new to the whole growing tension and emotions thing, and it was hard for her to tell what was happening or to keep up with what was happening between everyone socially. Basically when it came to social issues everyone had or drama, the innocent girl was oblivious.

"Maybe we can wear a tank top or something tight but sporty underneath," Margo answered.

"I can go with that," Riley said.

"Me too," agreed Kristy, who believed that this compromise suited well for everyone's tastes, including her, not as much as she liked, but still there.

"So like a sports tank, I don't know how any bottoms will work, but I think at least the tank will be comfortable for everyone here." Margo continued.

"Yeah," Kris and Riley said in unison, while nodding their heads and looking at each other.

"Meh, I am not about that life of having the layer show. I'll just stick to what we agreed before about a sports bra and thongs, but not a sport tank top," Alexa disagreed. Her arms were crossed as she listened to them find a way to be less revealing then a catsuit. They were just uncomfortable that all the goods and curves were flattered, there wasn't anything showing.

"Lex-" the peacemaker (Margo) started to say, but thought against it. The other were probably annoyed on how Alexa cared about how she looked more than the rest of them. It was probably best not to contradict her anyways, plus it wasn't like any of them plan to lose their catsuits if they encounter any enemy spies or whatever. Lexa was free to wear what she wanted, she would probably do it anyway.

narwhal. · May 9, 2019

Farlan Underboss

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essentials ;

name — kiefer andreassen
gender — male
age — 26 ; 260
sexuality — bisexual
role — farlan's underboss
born or bitten — born
crush —
spouse —
children —

physical appearance ;

eye color — dark brown / black
mods/tattoos — n/a

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[div class=num]1.[/div] Prestige and power flowed through his veins since day one, far before he even had a name. The Andreassen Household held high expectations for their first son when he was born on a cold, December night. Ever since Kiefer was old enough to understand the weight he bore, it became his goal to never disappoint the aspirations that were set for him. These creeping, constricting expectations only grew more at the mere age of five when it became evident that their "young prince" had been born with good looks and good genes. The Andreassen family waited with bated breath as they watched their flawless vessel grow.

[div class=num]2.[/div] With so many hands outstretched in his direction and so many underhanded motivations flanking him, Kiefer soon began to suppress the frightened voice at the back of his head in favor of knowing that he was slowly reaching his family’s impossible ambitions, even after realizing that he was a mere tool for their inner complex power struggles. The ingrained innocence of his childhood quickly became jaded with a few years, and soon the Andreassen House found themselves looking at a duplicitous, idiosyncratic, and perceptive representative who began to question the very authority he held in his palms.

[div class=num]3.[/div] Now, after hundreds of years of sweeping the city's night streets, most have either run out of superlatives or curses to illustrate Kiefer - so unless a particularly creative name is thrown in his direction, he will simply offer a small insouciant smile before moving on. The young man's initial flamboyant and flirty appearance leaves the impression of someone who serves his own interests and only his own interests, leaving others to dry. In reality, anyone who takes the time to understand Kiefer beyond a surface level would find someone with more depth than he really cares to let on. Of course, this side of him is rarely apparent upon first inspection, as he oftentimes hides behind a cold attitude and smile.

[div class=num]4.[/div] With so many conventional standards and projections weighing down on his shoulders, Kiefer still admittedly struggles with the mind of a cunning mafioso and the warm heart of an intrinsically affectionate individual. Outwardly, he looks like someone who has everything fed to him on a silver platter when in truth, he has worked for everything he is today. Intelligent, sarcastic, and intuitive, this vampire may not sweeten his words at any point in time, but his loyalty stands as an imperative part of his nature, making him easily vulnerable to those who have earned his full compassion and love. For those who have built a trusting relationship with him, it is evident that he cares a great deal about their wellbeing and will do whatever it takes to insure that they are safe, though this is shown through subtle gestures and word choices. In short, Kiefer is that guy who is initially and solely perceived as someone remorseless, practical, and calculating, when in reality he's also perfectly capable of being an embarrassed mother hen who stops to make sure that those around him are okay.

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The Farlan Family — Against his own family's will, Kiefer is strictly loyal to the Farlan Family. His perception of them may seem too easygoing at times, which can even involve a flippant wave of his hand, but it takes no longer than a single call to know that their well-being remains as his top priority. Due to this, nothing will stop Kiefer from fulfilling his responsibilities as their underboss. Whlie it is evident that he dislikes cruelty, he holds little to no remorse when it comes to undertaking their orders. He mostly remains polite, respectful, and distanced when interacting with them unless he knows that he can act otherwise, as himself.

Drusilla Farlan —

Associates — Kiefer may seem intimidating at first with his polished grin and high standards, but he's genuine when it comes to caring for those who work for him. It's true that he keeps a fine line when it comes to establishing a relationship with them, but he won't execute a task without checking to see how much potential damage they may encounter. His cold anger is very much visible when there are casualties, as he values their lives and dedication to their work. Sometimes, he considers occasional members as companions or even friends, though this is rare. He does not take their loyalty for granted and returns the favor to the best of his ability through slight means. He likes drinking with them when they aren't working or on duty.

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Kiefer stands just a little above 5’9”, often described as wiry and lean. He has almond-shaped eyes, a sharp gaze, and a slender jawline. His neat appearance is cultivated from the surprising amount of time and effort he puts to how he looks, though he’s occasionally seen with a “got out of bed just now” deal when he’s in a hurry to get somewhere. His hair is styled differently depending on what he’s doing for the day, though it’s most often let loose, causing locks to brush fall over his cheeks. A small beauty mark can be seen on his right cheek, and he can be usually spotted sporting a cheeky - if not surface-level - smile.

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A distinct, pungent smell permeated the air, immediately alluding one’s mind to the sewers. To those above the ground, it was no doubt a location that elicited a raised eyebrow or disgust. There were a range of reactions to be exhibited, of course, but for the royal daughter of Rummiria, the eerie silence came as a source of temporary relief. Despite the lack of light, the endless, stone tunnel appeared to be tinged with green, as did the narrow, murky water which flowed with an air of uncanny serenity. The rusted bars hinged between the circular vents looked like the black teeth of an angered beast. Still, at the moment, it was the only location in Rummiria that allowed her to breathe, and for that, she was grateful.

Messily tearing the hem of her dress and slipping off her pointed, white shoes with trembling fingers, she leaned her back against the curved, damp wall. Contrasting the quiet rush of water, blood roared in her ears and fire pulsed through her veins. Spontaneous shots of adrenaline violently coursed through her body, making her numb and her knees feel as if they would buckle any moment. Her head was filled with splintered light and muffled noise and she could barely register the events that had occurred. The night felt unreal - a piece of well-fabricated fiction. It was the night she had realized just how metallic and putrid the smell of blood truly was.

How many lives had been lost? How many would continuously die, simply for serving the royal family? For being her servants? Albright, Enoon, Sasha - Gods, it took her every fiber of her being to keep herself from swiveling around and rushing back to the main hall of the castle. And Vere. What about him? What would happen to his family? Was he safe? The last time she had heard of him, he had been far away from Rummiria's borders. Please, she prayed silently. Please stay away. Please be safe, Vere.

Ignya, have some mercy.

Her jaw tightened and she struggled to swallow the lump in her throat and the colors in her vision blurred. Sharply intaking a breath through gritted teeth, she curled her fingers, the back of her knuckles all-too pale like the backbone of skinned fish. Her regret was raw through the stillness of the sewers. She blindly reached out for any tangible surface to steady the erratic pattern of her breathing. No matter how much she tried to focus on the path ahead of herself, it came rushing back, like a noose slowly tightening around her stained throat. The abrupt cacophony of shouts, the sudden outrage of the court, the mistrusting eyes of men that had bored into her as the woman she had trusted stood before them with a finger pointing in her direction.

"Witch!" She remembered hearing Hrani hiss from the crowd, his eyes two black slits.

It was the word that had started it all.

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In her dream, she was thirteen again. A soft streak of light streamed in through the symmetric windows, illuminating the polished, marble floor. When she raised her head and glanced over to the side, she could see the warm brown cityscape of Magerest - the flourishing rows of humble markets, serpentine alleyways, sunbaked streets, navy flags, and arched gateways. Narrow towers extended to the empty, blue sky, rising two hundred feet above the refined ground with their tips honed like the ends of gilded blades, and the domed structures of ivory temples were as visible as ever. Exquisite jewels decorated their rims, permanently engraved within stone for the eyes to marvel over.

As she watched the crowd thicken and deflate accordingingly to the time of the day, she allowed her finger to trail over the thick glass, lost in a trail of quiet anxiety. Rummiria, as a prosperous oasis, had been struggling against its rivaling kingdoms since the day it was born, and Magerest had changed after a different belief system had influenced the people: the start of its persecution for 'witchcraft' after witnessing its fluent capability for crime. There were still a myriad of facts she remained shielded against thanks to the high walls of the castle, but she understood that, contrasting its regal appearance, most news in Rummiria tended to be frowned upon.

It was then the subsequent tap of feet alerted her, abruptly drawing her away from her reverie. She sat straight, the way she was always taught, as a handmaid with a look of unconcerned wisdom boldly entered her chamber. “My lady,” she started with a curt bow, “I’ve received news of His Majesty’s arrival. He will be entering Gate Aphouver this afternoon.”

“Thank you, Enoon,” she said appreciatively as she sprung to her feet. The woman frowned, but Naida could not help feeling the tightened ball of nervousness within her chest unwind. The King had been absent from his throne for a month as a result of their neighboring kingdom's unwavering challenge over Rummiria's northern border, though if he was returning this early, news of success was guaranteed. Her father was finally returning home. Her vibrant, curious eyes trailed over to those of Enoon. “I'd like to ask you one more thing.”

“Of course, my lady.”

“What of Ver- him?”

Again, the woman watched her with indifferent calm. “He is also safe. You needn't worry, Naida.”

The foreign feeling of relief was overwhelming, yet welcoming. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the young, renown knight - he was not only well known for his elegant visage, but also the proficiency he displayed regarding his work. It did, however, feel like her own personal duty to be solicitous about the welfare of Bydivere. He was a myriad of things for her, after all. He was a storyteller; an adventurer; a teacher; a companion; a connecter; and most importantly, a friend. The first she'd ever had inside the walls of the castle at that, too.

Vere's back. It was difficult to suppress the bubble of unadulterated warmth that fizzed in her chest when the thought came to her again, though one look at Enoon was all it took for her composure to return as quickly as it had slipped. With a grateful nod, she waited until her handmaid disappeared behind the doors before scurrying over to the small window of her chamber.

-

He was a man with features difficult to forget. A long, hooked nose rose from the surface of his olive skin, and his penetrating brown eyes were unnervingly steely, like metal. There was a perpetual furrow between his eyebrows, and his strong jawline was further emphasized by the harsh light that illuminated his appearance. He was pridefully sitting on a willowy, white mare in front of the army that vicariously paraded through the large gates, and when he spotted her face behind the glass above his crowned head, he offered her nothing but a withering glare before promptly proceeding to the gates. She heard soon afterwards from the servants that he'd returned to his chambers immediately after speaking with his men.

It was one of the few, familiar memories she had of him. Ever since she could remember, their interactions had always been strictly limited. King Vicar was not a forgiving individual when it came to time, as he was constantly occupied with the kingdom's demands. Family life did not apply to him; he chose to be a competent monarch, not a father or husband. He demanded respect and control, and they were to be willingly given to him on a golden platter. The last time she had abruptly resisted his idea of one-sidedly purging magic from the kingdom after witnessing fire destroy the culture that Magerest had once prided itself with, his proclivity for violence had exacerbated. The only insight she ever had of magic was through Bydivere, and he was not 'a thing to persecute,' nor were a majority of the people he spoke of. It had been the first and last time she had acknowledged her own frustration in such an outspoken manner. She had been sixteen, then.

Even after four years from her first and last exhibition of impertinence, she had never freely seen the land the King had reigned unless it had been through short, illicit means with her partner in crime. As she grew older, he'd made certain of tasking her with more responsibilities, tightly anchoring her to her title with little room to disagree. Now, abruptly released from her responsibilities, she had the small authority of wielding skin-deep freedom - one that was bound to end as well as that of the king's severed neck.

"Hey, missy. You there with the rag around your head."

The cold awoke her before the young, unfamiliar voice could. It sank into her skin like ice-tipped needles, gnawing at her ears and fingertips. Her bare feet, on the other hand, fiercely burned from the season's callous grip. She brought her hands together and held them close to her stomach, as if it would keep her narrow shoulders from shaking. Her locks had always been pale from birth rivaling the color of ivory, but the past few days left them heavily dishevelled and matted. The clothes she had hurriedly purchased off a woman in the alleyway with her ring were thin and tattered. She had discarded her dress and shoes as soon as the chance had arisen. They did little good for running.

"Are you deaf? You'd best begone before a patrol passes by. They'll come by here soon."

When she raised her head from where she sat, crouched against the stone walls of a closed tavern, she saw the vague silhouette of a boy with a hat deeply pressed over his head. Light shifted over his features, allowing her to spot his lively blue eyes and a streak of soot that covered the bridge of his freckled nose. He appeared to be no older than twelve. "I'm not telling you again," she heard from him as he leaned back with his hand perched on his thin waist, "I've been kind enough to warn you without wanting anything in return. You must be unfamiliar with this part of Magerest, huh? Folk like you usually don't last for a week. Hey, hold on a minute, have we met before? You look familiar."

"I'm sorry, I don't believe we have," she spoke through chattering teeth as she rested her head on the crook of her arm to shield her face from his curious gaze. The boy seemed to sense her vertigo, and after a hesitant pause, she heard him slipping back to the shadows the alleyways provided.

Slowly, after gingerly rubbing the tired skin beneath her raw eyes, Naida rose to her feet, pulling the rag closer over facial features. The outskirts of Rummiria would not be able to shield her for any longer.

It was time to start moving again.

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"brave little girl, never settle again"

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» BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Mei-yin Helias
Nickname: Mei
Age: 17
Gender: female
Sexuality: bisexual
Role: 2nd child of Helias' Boss

Crush: n/a
Mate: n/a
Children: n/a
Parents: Akeno Helias
Siblings: Xian Helias, elder brother

Eye Color: black
Wolf Eye Color: gold
Hair Color: black
Height 5'6
Weight 125 lbs
Body Type: rectangular
Skin Tone pale
Scars: n/a

» PERSONALITY;
Personality: Unlike her reclusive elder brother, Mei-yin is quite the social butterfly. Now, that's not to say she's talkative, or even particularly friendly by any means, but the seventeen-year-old certainly knows how to network. She's good at manipulating people with her sweet words and even sweeter smiles, but her age limits her abilities, to some extent; Mei-yin, although she tries her hardest to not follow her heart, is often controlled by her emotions, and, despite her cool exterior, is prone to losing her temper when stressed.

» BIOGRAPHY;
(TBD; I'd like to talk with the other Helias/Lee kids before I write a backstory.)

» WRITING SAMPLE;
Reiko had been very excited when their (literal) demon teacher had announced they were going on a field trip. After a good two weeks of extensive and difficult training, she definitely needed a break. The constant pressure of Yuuei, her future as a hero, and trying to please her family was already wearing her thin. 'I'm being a wimp,' she thought to herself on the bus, from where she sat next to Elizabeth, 'honestly. It's just going to get more difficult. After all, it hasn't even been a month yet.'

Sighing to herself about her current predicament, Reiko resigned to texting her mother about what was going on today. Eiko Kimura had been out of the country for the past week, working on a business trip, and, as always, she expected her daughter to keep her up to date about what she was doing.

She looked up when the bus stopped abruptly. Reiko had sit closer to the back, so she was unable to see, but the shouting of her teacher was worrying her. Smoke was billowing in the air around the bus. 'It must be some sort of fire, then,' she thought to herself. 'That's no good, but Sensei's quirk is related to fire, right? He'll probably be okay.'

Reiko sat back in her chair, but it was only seconds later that she heard more yelling. And then...

She couldn't hear. Or maybe it was that Reiko could hear too well. The ringing in her ears was obnoxious and she couldn't help but wince in pain. 'What on earth was that?!'

Glancing around, she noticed the shattered windows and felt blood running out of her ear. Turning to her bus partner in order to ask what exactly was going on, she noticed the other girl was curled up on the ground, clutching her ears, presumably in pain. 'Oh no,' she gasped, 'Elizabeth has enhanced hearing, doesn't she?' Hurriedly looking around the bus, Reiko took a mental headcount of all the other people in their class. The girl in question tried to stand up, but she quickly fell back to the ground, grasping at her neck.

Reiko had the forethought as to not start screaming; in fear for herself, or Elizabeth, or with anger at the situation, she wasn't sure. Her ears were still ringing, and they probably were the same. But she sure wanted to. 'At least no one else has enhanced senses.'

Just as she looked up, she heard Rosen start yelling and run out of the bus. 'Aren't we supposed to stay here?' she thought. Elizabeth was grabbing at her legs, and Reiko quickly bent down to listen to what she was trying to say. The girl quickly threw out some haphazzard explanation about a syringe and using it if necessary before running off. "Hey! Where are you going?" She whispered as loud as she possibly could. Reiko was just about to follow, but then she noticed the approaching group of people.

Villains.

They were nothing new to Reiko. Her whole family were pro-heroes, after all. Hell, she had stood on the sidewalk many times while her family had took on villains. But the sensation of seeing them coming straight towards her, without her father, her grandparents to protect her, was terrifying. Shivering slightly, Reiko stood up and grabbed on to the seat in front of her to hold herself steady. She couldn't see their teachers, Elizabeth was God-knows-where, Rosen was facing off against some lady in a kimono, and her classmates were in disarray. Frankly, Reiko thought that she was already dead.

She reached for her phone as fast as she could. Reiko needed to text someone about what was going on. Her father, the police, the Yuuei personal line, she didn't care. But she needed to try and reach help. None of them were fast enough to run for it. Unfortunately, she didn't get very far; the tight grip on her electronic became detrimental to her health as it shattered into pieces, many of which lodged themselves into her right hand. Reiko screamed in pain and anger combined. Rummaging through Elizabeth's bag proved futile; her phone had been destroyed as well. However, the tiny first aid kit inside proved useful. After pulling out the largest pieces with her fingers, Reiko wrapped her hand in the small amount of gauze included, and prayed it would stay.

At this point, Reiko had decided her plan had been blown to shit. Pulling up Elizabeth's bag onto her shoulders, she took one last glance around the bus. The rest of her classmates were recovering, but, seeing as she was lucid, she figured she needed to go and help.

Reiko stepped of the bus as cautiously as she could. Rosen and Elizabeth were nowhere to be seen, but neither were the villains. They quickly solved that problem though, and proved their point by throwing one of the burning cars directly at her.

Thankfully, Reiko was able to dodge the projectile, but she was left gasping from it. This was more harrowing than she could have imagined. After finally catching her breath, she looked up at her assailant. The person, or rather.... machine, was terrifying. 'Don't tell me I'm about to fight the robot man....'

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Ganymede Apathy · May 9, 2019

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Name: Miikaelus Fleather
Gender: Male
Age: 723

Role: Left Hand Man
Born or Bitten?: Born

Crush: None, but there's something in the works.
Spouse: He has had many but they never live as long as he has.
Children: I'd like to say he has one, but that it should be revealed through the roleplay

Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue-grey
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 210lb
Mods/Tattoos: NaN

Personality:
As he has lived for so many years, he's been a number of personalities. Bright and outgoing, smart and introverted, etc. etc. Having exhausted all of that, he's become his own personality, but sometimes you can still see some of his old personalities peeking through. Most of the time, he acts a bit cocky, for lack of a better word, as well as very flirty and warm. He likes to watch someone squirm and blush when he gets close, even if he has no interest in them. It's something that never gets old for him. His cockiness could come from being born a noble, trusted by some of the best kings. Speaking of, having been at high ranks most of his life, he's become a great leader figure, but he refuses to be the highest in a group. He'd rather be pulling strings from the shadows. However, he is very loyal to the people he works for and with.
When it comes to friendships and relationships, he usually avoids them. Especially if they are human. Because anyone he has ever loved was killed. However, he still cares about people.
Anything else I missed can just be revealed through roleplay.
Backstory:
Born as a noble within a family of vampires, his birth was celebrated among many. Back at this time, vampires were feared, and exaggerated, yes, but the town he was born in was mostly vampires and humans who didn't care. He was the oldest of 12, and he was the worst role model for them. He got into some bad stuff, like drugs, theft, and sucking innocent people dry. He lived in the moment, and his parents waived it as he would grow out of it. But they didn't get to see it, as his younger brother murdered his parents and his siblings. Within the family, Mike stood as the only one standing. He became more grounded, less reckless, and become a new person. Now I can't really explain in detail the rest of his life, but it's consisted mainly of serving powerful kings and lords.

Writing sample:

His meal squirmed beneath him as he consumed the life force within. The squirming made him moan, making the blood taste even better. Blood dripped down his neck, and he pulled back, patting the human. They were unconscious. He took a cloth and wiped away their neck, and then bandaged it. He then pushed them off to the side. This was Mike's first meal of the day. He grabbed another cloth and wiped the excess blood from his mouth and neck, and then threw it in the hamper in the corner of the room. He entered the kitchen and grabbed a frying pan, and he grabbed some eggs and started cooking. He often cooked for his meals. It's something he's always did. Mike smiled as Jake, his blood bag, entered the kitchen. "You shouldn't really be standing." Jake rubbed his eyes and shook his head as he sat down at the table. "Did you like it?" Mike asked.

"It was definitely a sensation... Why does it feel so good?" Jake asked, watching Mike as he flipped the bacon that was sizzling. "I would assume it's because your blood, as it is being sucked out of your veins, it rubs your nerves just the right way. But I don't know. I haven't been on your side before." Mike replied.

"So you've never been human?" Jake inquired. Mike stuck his lip out and shook his head. "So you can be born a vampire?" Mike chuckled softly. "You ask a lot of questions. Yes, you can be born a vampire. But there can't be such a thing as a half vampire..." Jake frowned. Mike placed the food on a plate, fixed a cup of milk, and placed it in front of Jake. "Well, I gotta fly, see ya later." Before Jake could ask another question, Mike grabbed his jacket and sped out, faster than light. He found himself on the top of a skyscraper, miles away. He enjoyed coming up here and listening to the world. He'd hear fights, sirens, gunshots. It was calming, knowing the world around him was spinning without him. He felt his mind leave his body. This was something unique to him. He could astral project. He would do it while meditating, as in this other dimension your mind had more room to roam. He would stay there until he felt his body call for him.

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Psychonaut · May 11, 2019

PETER SCHELL

male, 27
brown hair
brown eyes
5' 9"
180 lbs

If you plant the right seed in the right soil at the right time of year
and it gets enough water and sunlight, not even the most amateur gardener
is surprised by the result. Similarly it came as no shock to anyone that
knew him when Peter Schell rebuilt an old school bus into a custom RV
to live out of as he explored the United States.

He's just that kind of guy.

Born and raised in an unremarkable New England suburb insulated from
interspecies conflict by way of its sheer insignificance, Peter enjoyed the
rare blessing of a blissfully ignorant childhood. He became aware of man's
position in society in his early adolescence, but was content to overlook it.
It wasn't until college that he actually met a werewolf - his roommate - and
the two hit it off in short order.

Peter grew restless as graduation drew nigh. His entire life had been spent
tucked away in quiet little corners of Connecticut while a whole world
beyond carried on without him. After building a profitable online business
and earning his degree, he scoured the internet for knowledge enough
to strike out into the great unknown on his own, adopting a mutt from
the local pound and taking to the road. He's currently in the greater
Euclidean area visiting his parents.

Affable and intelligent, Peter is quick with a joke and quicker-witted.
His good fortune has given him a kind heart and plenty of time to shine,
enabling success and satisfaction in his social life, studies, and career.
Though sometimes frustratingly ebullient and talkative and prone to
insensitivity in pursuit of a laugh, Schell makes for pleasant company
and is always down to make a memory or a friend.

MoxxyMoxx · May 12, 2019

Don't Betray Me.

Name: Dream Kobsook Chankul
Nicknames: Dream, Loki
Age: 225
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual (male preference)
Role: Wiljay Capo

Crush: TBD
Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A

FC: Plan X X X
Hair color: Pink
Eye color: Dark Brown almost Black
Height: 5'6
Weight: 90lbs
Mods/Tattoos: Rainbow Snake (wrist)
Wings: X

Personality:
Dream is a very complicated individual; it is as if there were two sides to him, one that he shows to the world and another which is only meant to be for those who are special and important to him.

Dream is intimidating, even at his at his small size. He was known for his icy glare, confusing mind games and sexy body before gaining power and still uses them to this day. He doesn't let people look down on him no matter the position he is in. His patience is thin and he needs others to know that he will not back down no matter who is in front of him. Loyalty is important and if you betray Dream then you'll have hell coming your way.

Whilst this dangerous figure exists, there is a softer side of Dream that he doesn't show people. He has hopes of retiring from the mafia at some point, moving away and setting up an art studio. He wishes to teach people to paint and fall in love with someone who could understand him. He wishes to put this life behind him but he is stuck. The life of Dream was destined for misery but he just wants to be happy and not have to gain joy from knowing he can live another day after he has dealt with the latest betrayer of the Faeries.

Backstory:
Dream was born in Thailand to his parents who were both faeries. They lived in the countryside, surrounded by forests and flowers. He had a very happy childhood but every once and a while they had to move for his father's job. They had to tell people that. It wasn't as if he could say that he was a faerie around humans. Thailand was full of humans and very religious. The Chankuls couldn't be open about who they were.

That was until 1965 when they had finally saved up enough money to go to America and live freely as who they were. The plan was simple only Dream's father Aim got into trouble with the police after having to steal to make enough money for the family and got deported. His mother was stressed and working way too hard. This led to Dream deciding the only thing left for him to do was to sell himself to make the money that they needed.

Prostitution was dangerous but he liked it. People liked his face and his body. Later, after about 5 years of doing it, he got a job at a strip club called Winkz under Wiljay territory. His mother told him all about the mafias in the city and that if they wanted to survive they needed to remain close to their kind. He understood and began working at the club.

After some more time went by, other mafias tried to come up into their turf as an intimidation strategy. Dream was having none of it. At this point he had been at the club for a long time and no one was going to mess with his place. He dealt with the situation using his tactic of glares, body language and mind games. They didn't come by again and word spread fast. How on earth could a tiny fae manage to talk another mafia off of Wiljay territory.

The Boss liked his style and Dream became a full fledged member of the Mafia. After a few years he rose up to being a Capo. He was intimidating and no one wanted to mess with him. The Club was still like his residence. He visited it frequently, helped out newbies, poured drinks and arranged for business meetings to happen inside. He had all he could want yet all he really wanted was for his parents to be proud of him and for him to find happiness.

Writing sample:

As the bus pulled it's way up to the front of the campus, Kyle felt a rush of emotions. This would be his home until he graduates and becomes a lawyer. Law. Not the most interesting of subjects to some but to Kyle, he knew he could make some proper change with a law degree. Omegas were looked down upon in society. The simple idea that they were dainty, baby producing machines meant that most Omegas remained confined to basic jobs, working from home or not working at all. Any omega in a high up position got there through their education, fighting spirit and lots of money. Two out of three wasn't so bad, he thought. However, Kyle had a harsh road ahead of him and he knew it therefore he had a long list of rules to follow. He couldn't let anything interfere with his course.

He got off of the bus with other first years and made his way to the lecture building where he'd pick up a first year bag including his schedule, dorm number and other belongings like leaflets on what to do in emergencies as if he hadn't been aware of things like that before he came here.

As Kyle arrived at the lecture hall, he felt stumped. Now what? The email said to go straight to the lecture hall upon arrival but right now there wasn't a clear indication as to what happened next. He just stood there, his backpack feeling heavier and heavier. This would be a problem...

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ForgottenBlood · May 12, 2019

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❝'Hair like fire, burning in her soul. Pain carried in her eyes, but she was fierce, she was strong.' ❞

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Brown paper packages tied up with strings. These are a few of my favorite things. Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels. Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles. Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings. These are a few of my favorite things. Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes. Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes. Silver white winters that melt into springs. These are a few of my favorite things
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about her:
FULL NAME | Na'Mara Kira Helias
AGE | 35
GENDER | Female
SEXUALITY | Heterosexual
ROLE | Helias Alpha Mate
HAIR | Fiery orange; long and wavy
EYES | Green
HEIGHT | 5'8
WEIGHT | 135
MODIFICATIONS | Tattoos: 1 2 3 - Piercing(s): 1 2
MARKINGS | A few faded scars here and there, but nothing significant
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BRIEF BIO | TBA

| PERSONALITY |

Being the Alpha’s mate has its ups and downs, and with this position comes challenging consequences that not everyone is suited for. Na’Mara knows this and as known this for quite a while, events happen sometimes without anyone expected it. Because of this, Mara is the type of person that is kept up on her feet. She is the type that prepares for the worse doing any situation and is always ready for a fight if the need for it ever arises. When there is something to be done, she is determined to get it done along with her pack. Just because she is a woman does not mean she won’t wrestle with the bigger wolves, it has been proven several times that she can be stronger than most of them anyway. Na’mara goes for more creative approaches towards others rather than the standard

Unlike her other half, Mara comes off as more of a chilled back person and will let a few things slip pass her intentionally. She is an understanding type of person and will more than likely sit with you if you are going through an emotional time of if you have something on your mind. Her trust in people is strong unless you give her a reason to think or act otherwise. She is more than capable of keeping a secret unless it puts her family or her pack in danger. Do not take her for granted though, she does not easily fall for foolish games. She has a short temper, which puts her in bad positions when her anger drives her actions rather than her mind. You can often tell when she is close to being set off because she has a habit of arching her eyebrow or shifting her jaw (sometimes you might hear her teeth clamping together a few times).

Na’Mara is also a curious person, she often finds herself wondering about most things and cannot help but find out more of what she is wondering about. She finds that her curiosity is like an itch that must be scratched for her or she will go insane trying to figure it out. This goes for finding out what a person might be hiding too or just something as simple as needing to go to a certain place to find out if something is indeed true. Since she is naturally a talkative and outgoing and lively person, people tend to feel more comfortable around her. She has no problem creating relationships with others that are compatible with her especially if they love how goofy she can be in her downtimes.
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miscenllaneous:

|RELATIONSHIPS|

CRUSH | N/A
PARTNER | Akeno Helias
CHILDREN | Xian Lee (24)

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| PERSONALITY |

Being the Alpha’s mate has its ups and downs, and with this position comes challenging consequences that not everyone is suited for. Na’Mara knows this and as known this for quite a while, events happen sometimes without anyone expected it. Because of this, Mara is the type of person that is kept up on her feet. She is the type that prepares for the worse doing any situation and is always ready for a fight if the need for it ever arises. When there is something to be done, she is determined to get it done along with her pack. Just because she is a woman does not mean she won’t wrestle with the bigger wolves, it has been proven several times that she can be stronger than most of them anyway. Na’mara goes for more creative approaches towards others rather than the standard

Unlike her other half, Mara comes off as more of a chilled back person and will let a few things slip pass her intentionally. She is an understanding type of person and will more than likely sit with you if you are going through an emotional time of if you have something on your mind. Her trust in people is strong unless you give her a reason to think or act otherwise. She is more than capable of keeping a secret unless it puts her family or her pack in danger. Do not take her for granted though, she does not easily fall for foolish games. She has a short temper, which puts her in bad positions when her anger drives her actions rather than her mind. You can often tell when she is close to being set off because she has a habit of arching her eyebrow or shifting her jaw (sometimes you might hear her teeth clamping together a few times).

Na’Mara is also a curious person, she often finds herself wondering about most things and cannot help but find out more of what she is wondering about. She finds that her curiosity is like an itch that must be scratched for her or she will go insane trying to figure it out. This goes for finding out what a person might be hiding too or just something as simple as needing to go to a certain place to find out if something is indeed true. Since she is naturally a talkative and outgoing and lively person, people tend to feel more comfortable around her. She has no problem creating relationships with others that are compatible with her especially if they love how goofy she can be in her downtimes.
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CRUSH | N/A
PARTNER | Akeno Helias
CHILDREN | Xian Lee (24)

RoninN7 · May 12, 2019

Name: Emma Bradshaw
Gender: Female
Age: 194
Sexuality: Bisexual
Role: Farlan Capo
Born or Bitten?: Born

Crush:
Spouse:
Children:

Hair color: Dirty Blonde
Eye color: Green
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 141 lbs

(Right side of her body)

(Left ear)

Personality: Emma is a practical and cunning woman who's willing to do anything to achieve her goals. She will not tolerate the unnecessary waste of resources and soldiers, and she will "have words" with anyone who can't operate efficiently until they can, or she will replace them. Her loyalty is fierce and unrelenting, even in the face of unconquerable odds. Despite her attitude, she greatly respects her superiors and those who work for her with loyalty and efficiency. To the surprise of many, when off the job, Emma is quite a bubbly and easygoing person who enjoys spending time with others and conversing with them.

Backstory: To be discovered in the RP.

Reggie was looking around, always keeping track of everything that was going on as he never wanted to lose control of the situation. This meant avoiding drinks, conversation, and even eye contact with people (not that they'd notice since he was wearing his goggles). After some time, maybe two, three hours (Reggie lost count), a droid had called for everyone's attention, announcing Earl Lightfeather, the host of this event. Reggie looked upon where the man was standing; Arrogance in the flesh is what Reggie had once heard one of his co-workers call this man. The thought of this nickname was rather amusing to the boy, as he chuckled quietly, as to avoid any unnecessary attention being drawn to him.

Earl Lightfeather stood proudly in front of all of his guests and began giving his little speech. He was saying something about how his new mining project had had a couple of setbacks or something like that, and then his wife proceeded to joke about how interchangeable and expendable the proles were. This comment angered Reggie somewhat, and what was worse was how much the other Technocrats were laughing with it; even some Meritocrats like Reggie's boss were laughing along. At this point, Reggie had lost all interest in this man and simply looked back to his boss, who was leaning against the left wall of the place holding an expensive drink in his hand.

This was when it happened; just as Reggie opened his overcoat to cool down a little there was a bang. The explosion threw shrapnel around the room and nearly blinded Reggie, who was looking directly at the area of the explosion. Instinctively, Reggie poked his mechanical arms through the holes in his overcoat and got in a defensive position. It must be said, however, that this "defensive position" was more like Reggie clumsily going low and covering his head with his human arms while his mechanical arms pointed forward; not only that but he almost tripped while doing it. After a couple of seconds of holding this position and no damage being done to him, Reggie recovered and straightened himself out, looking around the room.

He looked back towards where his now-former boss was lying, almost torn apart by the explosion, That did not last long thought Reggie, referring to the amount of time he'd worked for this man. As the boy scanned the room, the noticed a dark figure standing where the Lightfeather couple stood moments earlier. This figure looked very dark, with a plague doctor mask and red goggles paired with black robes, bronze and steel armor, and two curious-looking gauntlets on its hands. Instantly, Reggie smiled; he was sure that this was the vigilante that people were talking about, the one who would murder these oppressive Technocrats, the one who would open a window for Reggie to get what he wants.

Quickly, the droid behind the figure attempted to attack it from behind, to which the figure quickly responded by going dodging and then scrapping the poor thing with claws that came from his gauntlets. The speed at which this shadow reacted was incredible to Reggie, who was never really an athletic person, hence the mechanical arms. The figure then picked up Earl Lightfether with little to no effort and looked at him. The figure then spoke: "Earl Arthur Lightfeather, I find you guilty of oppression, decadence, persecution, and gluttony. Your sentence, execution!". Almost immediately after saying this, the figure plunged its claws into the chest of the poor man, killing him instantly. This simply captivated Reggie, who now saw this vigilante as more of a justice-seeking executioner.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you who would oppress your fellow man" proclaimed the figure, before leaving through the use of a grappler. Reggie simply looked at the place where this figure had stood in complete and utter amazement; amazement at how someone could be so brave and capable as to oppose these wealthy men and women. The boy walked forward, towards his former boss' dead body, poking it with one of his mechanical arms to inspect it. Once Reggie confirmed that this man was indeed dead, he turned back to where Earl's body lay and approached silently amongst all of the chaos and confusion. He quickly stood around, pretending to care about the Technocrat's death, all the while his mechanical arms collected pieces from the ruined droid that lay on the ground.

Once Reggie collected enough pieces, he retracted his mechanical arms back into his overcoat and closed it on the front. Reggie carefully walked around the dead and injured people towards the exit; he was in no hurry, considering that most people would be too worried about their own safety or wouldn't care enough to stop him. Once Reggie made it to the exit, he walked out and turned, looking into this colossal chaos that had erupted. The boy silently chuckled and turned back, with the intention of returning to his rather modest home, knowing that, should this shadowy figure come again, it would most likely not hit Reggie since he was one of the "oppressed".

thirdworlder · May 13, 2019

Cassandra Macias

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Gender: Female
Age: 24 (240)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Role: Right-hand man (Farlan)
Born or Bitten?: Bitten

Crush:
Spouse:
Children:

Hair color: Black
Eye color: Light blue
Height: 5'7
Weight: 56 kg.
Mods/Tattoos: A sun tattoo on her shoulder

Personality: Cassandra was never really the person that you could go to for emotional comfort, but you can certainly go to her if you want her to kick someone's ass. Being the Farlan's right-hand, she's very loyal and trustworthy. Whatever it is that her master ask her to do, she will do it with no questions asked. This stems from the fact that she owes her life to the Farlan family. She's very serious and doesn't like it when others questions her abilities. Being bitten and not a born vampire, this has had disadvantages to her and made it hard to earn other people's respect which is why she never shows any sign of weakness.

Backstory: TBD

If it wasn’t for her idiot co-worker, Phyllis wouldn’t be dealing with this drunken bastard. But wasn’t it her decision to cover her shift anyways?

“Look sir.” She sighed, feeling her body starting to slump. “You have to pay for your order or I’m calling the authorities.”

The man, the size of a boulder (a sad and lumpy boulder) tried to stagger past her.

“Get out of the way missy, I’m not fucking paying,” he grunted.

Phyllis pinched the bridge of her nose. Really? This was what she get for working five hours non-stop?

“Well then you shouldn’t have come here,” she snapped.

He ignored her and continued to rush past, almost knocking her over. But before he got away, she pushed him with as much force she could muster. He fell to the ground in a thud, a heap of pathetic mess. It was easy for her to do it because one, the man was under the influence of alcohol and two, she had done this eleven times already. Without those two things her thin body wouldn’t even stand a chance. Good lord she loved late night shifts.

“Everything alright here?” A bouncer emerged from the tiny onlookers that had gathered around them.

No one even tried to tell the man off or maybe even notice that Phyllis needed a little bit of help. Of course they wouldn’t. It’s her job.

“He wouldn’t pay his orders,” Phyllis explained.

The bouncer looked down. “This is the second time this week.” He sighed, as if it was hard to throw a man out of the backdoor when you’re three times larger. “I’ll take care of it.”

Phyllis said her thanks and picked up the notepad she dropped. The pages of it were a little bit crumpled, mostly from clenching it whenever she encountered situations that needs initiative. Situations like this. The waitress navigated through the thick crowd in the bar, a maze she was very familiar of. Smoke and the stench of sweat hung in the air. When you first walk in the place, you wouldn’t be greeted by pretty girls with tight-up corsets nor gentlemen with glinting eyes. Phyllis definitely fell for that. This place was nothing compared to the advertisement posters she saw.

The music from the band performing on stage brought life to the place, except to her. The upbeat song got the customers packed in the dance floor. Ladies were swaying their hips, not too much to be considered a low-life sex worker but just enough to get the men around them to drool and buy them drinks.

Ah, femininity. A power she didn’t possess.

“Sleepy?” Jesco asked as soon as she collapsed onto the counter.

“Unfortunately.” She yawned. “Two bottles of narlacs and a glass of lilac gin.”

Phyllis was never a night person and she could tell it from the bitter aftertaste of coffee on her tongue. This was why she got in a fight with her roommate two years ago. The bitch got the audacity to bring her friends into the room they share and talk about adam’s apples, jawlines and suggestive smiles. So Phyllis did what any sane sleep-deprived person would do, she cussed them out.

She badly missed her bed. Her hard, squeaky bed. She missed the soft covers that she thrifted. Even though some of the threads were already ripped off, it was the best purchase she ever had right next to her vintage tea set. Fifteen vas, well-spent.

“Why did you even cover for the goblin’s shift?”Jesco asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“It would be a waste of money,” she said.

The bartender stopped pouring two coloured bottles into a tiny cocktail glass. Even after a year and a half of working in the bar, she still didn’t know how he makes them. Sometimes she would ask him after her shift ends but he would grin and say the same fucking thing. Bartending is a talent Liz. Then he would try to juggle bottles that usually ends up shattered on the floor and I would clean it for him.

“She paid you?”

Phyllis stared at him in disbelief. “You think I’m going to do it for free?”

RoninN7 · May 13, 2019

Name: Carver Lee
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Sexuality: Bisexual
Role: Helias Capo

Crush:
Mate:
Children:

Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Wolf eye color: One eye is bright blue and the other is bright orange.
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 206 lbs.
Mods/Tattoos: Three long gashes across his lower back from a previous "encounter."

Personality: Carver loves violence and he relishes at the opportunity to handle business roughly. He prefers to get his own hands dirty when it comes to fighting, and he has no qualms with "disciplining" his own underlings if deemed necessary. Carver does understand the code and the way the Helias group works, and he controls his violence to make sure to keep everything under control or redirect attention to other groups. Respect is something very few people get out of Carver, but his respect comes with loyalty and protection. He doesn't care much for social interactions but he can get by if necessary, and he keeps a lot of his true self hidden behind strong and cold walls.

Backstory: To be discovered in the RP.

Writing sample: Included in my other character's post.

narwhal. · May 15, 2019

Helias Capo

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name — seonhee im
gender — female
age — 24
sexuality — pansexual
role — helias's capo
crush —
spouse —
children —

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eye color — black
wolf eye color — amber
mods/tattoos — a scar over the left ear and flank

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[div class=num]1.[/div] Had this young woman chosen the path of a detective, she would have been a remarkable helper on the other side with her remarkable composure, stoicism, and efficiency. Alas, Seonhee remains here as a tenacious mafioso who gets the job done. It's difficult to tell exactly when this capo is weary or exhausted, as the imperturbable air around her never fades even after a long day. She is an idiosyncratic worker with an acute sense of practicality. At work, this mafioso is soft-spoken but sharp-tongued and excels at deciding who lives and who dies. Tenacious and calculating, she even remains detached from personal matters and is a relentless pursuer when given a task to fulfill.

[div class=num]2.[/div] She's been taught that once someone catches wind of her vulnerability, they will never stop looking for that one chance to pull her down to the ground. As a result, Seonhee set many high standards for herself from a young age, tirelessly working to excel. Though she grew up with a loving family, their strict service to the Helias family shaped her a steeled heart from a young age. The moment she was old enough to understand what failure truly meant, she learned very quickly that the disgrace that came with it in any shape or form was unacceptable. Technical perfection was to be achieved through unceasing repetition, sensitive business was to be dealt with winning smiles, and her talent was to be irreproachable for the prying eyes. For the Im tradition, Seonhee increased the hours of physical training she endured to be made into the best capo the family could produce until the next generation, striving to overcome superstitions and expectations. Now, with years of failure and success under her belt, she's learned how to look as if she feels little to nothing when she falls. She may seem reticent and dandy outwardly, but the determined werewolf often works herself to the bone until she collapses, specifically because of her fears: exposure of weakness and failure.

[div class=num]3.[/div] While she may appear unnervingly collected in the face of violence and corruption, Seonhee is redeemed by her unparalleled sense of loyalty to those she cares for. Additionally, she is not apathetic as proven by her genuine attempts at comforting others, albeit a little clumsy. She smiles fairly easily as well. Behind her harsh act, she's much more softhearted and awkward than what the people who look at her from a distance come to believe. If they approach her, if they truly stick by her side without flinching, she does not take their gesture for granted and will do the same, even if it takes some time. Separate from her work, Seonhee is not above feeling streaks of panic, stress, or shock. She's surprisingly empathetic underneath all the calm that tails her, crying easily for someone's loss and helping those around herself to the best of her capabilities without breaking the rules. The identity Seonhee carefully built throughout her entire life comes from her deathly fear of losing her loved ones and creating more close bonds with others. If she turns a blind eye, if she keeps pretending that she doesn't care, it won't matter when they succumb to death, right?

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The Helias Family — Seonhee is fiercely loyal to the Helias family and that is evident through every aspect of her character. It is near impossible for any individual to skew her view of them, and she is more than prepared to risk her life for them should there be any threat. She takes her job as a capo seriously, especially due to how she was raised along with the influence of her late father. wip

Associates — Seonhee frequently trains those who work for her directly. Like her late father, Seonhee is rumored to be a terrifying yet oddly encouraging capo, making her someone who can either be intimidating or easily approachable. She holds her men to high standards but knows when enough is enough. Additionally, she is never one to put them at risk when she can avoid it. Once, Seonhee was left bleeding out on the streets in place of someone others perceived as a lower-ranking mafioso after shielding them from a rivaling organization's ambush. The incident became widespread, and it took Seonhee months to recover both her health and her reputation as a capo who was strong enough for others to follow. Since then, she's kept a distance with her men. Still, she acquaints herself with them and cares for their wellbeing in her own, subtle ways. Though she will never say it, she's still very protective of them and unwilling to watch them be mistreated by anyone. She hides this fact behind a stoic face and a curt demeanor, but it's still very much apparent through her actions.

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Angel Evans · May 15, 2019

Name: Magus Wiljay
Gender:Male
Age: 266

Role:Underboss

Crush: (He's Open to relationships)
Spouse:
Children:

Hair color: Violet
Eye color: Cyan
Height:6'0
Weight:165Ibs
Mods/Tattoos:

Personality:Magus is a free spirit. He goes with the flow for the most part but is quick to switch to serious mode when it's time to get busy. Flirtatious and cunning, as the underboss Magus has a firm grip on the ins and outs of the Wiljay kingdom. Second, only to the boss himself, he exudes an air of confidence and regality. Magus is loyal to his boss and kind to those under him, though he has the Wiljay's best interest at heart he tends to do what's best for him rather than the collective. However,Magus is not one to be trifled his bite is just as bad as his bark. Those bright cyan eyes rip your soul bare and leave you stupified. Weak he is not and you'd do well to never underestimate him
Backstory:Magus was born with an extraordinary amount and aptitude for magic. His childhood is a mystery thanks to a spell that was placed on him to keep his powers in check. He caught the eye of the fae boss and has been with him ever since

Writing sample: (See previous character)

Esmeray · May 15, 2019

F.H.

Felix Harrison | 26 yrs | Fae | Pansexual | 5'11 | 168 | White | Violet | Left Hand |

Two Hidden Scrolls

General

Alias: Felix Wiljay-Harrison

Name: Fafnir Wiljay-Hreidmarson

Nickname: Fafy, Faf, Felix

Gender: Male

Age: 26 (266)

Role: Wiljay Left Hand Man

Apperance

Hair color: Pure White

Eye color: Violet

Height: 5'11

Weight: 168

Mods/Tattoos: Felix doesn't have any tattoos. He doesn't like being stuck with the same design, so would rather will draw on tattoos or use fake ones. What he can't have with tattoos he tries to emulate in his outlandish make-up. He has several piercings though. He has a septum, a gauged ear, a tragus, and two helix.

Personality

Five Positive: Adventurous, Generous, Maternal, Cheerful, Courageous

Five Neutral: Sassy, Flirty, Familial, Effeminate, Outspoken, Confident

Five Negative: Demanding, Possessive, Noncommittal, Blunt, Indulgent

Quirks: He taps his foot when getting impatient. When he is feeling anxious or restless he will fiddle with any jewlery he has on, namely his necklace or an earring. When he is really frustrated he will go running or on night walks to clear his head. Other times he will practice archery in his backyard. Can never tell a full lie. Will sometimes annoingly break out into song, or hum songs. Felix is ambidexterous.

Likes: Make Up, fashion, shopping, nature, walks, archery, shinies, soft textures, jewlery, meditation, herbal remedies, tea, smoothies, lounging, parties, fruity drinks, cream, charity, gossip

Dislikes: Cooking, cleaning, black coffee, bitter foods, not being included, sharing, wasting food, winter, hypocrisy, people who take everything too seriously, people who can't take important situations seriously, child killers, cancel culture, teenagers

Abilities

Fae: A faerie can shrink down and adopt wings which allow them to fly. Additionally, their blood is toxic to ingest.

Dragon Magic: When he was just a boy Felix became very sick. His father, a powerful fae at the time, managed to slay a dragon and feed Felix the meat and blood of his kill. As his body broke down the dragons flesh and blood, it changed Felix's genetics and gifted him the abilities of a dragon. He can do several things with his dragon magic, such as imbue any weapon with his magical energy and make it so that no one is capable of using the weapons except for those who are worthy of its power. He can also perform more powerful spells due to this kind of magic, or give others a magical or physical boost. Felix can also physically turn into a dragon at will. His form is most like a western dragon, typically depicted as a huge fire-breathing, scaly and horned lizard-like creature, with leathery, bat-like wings, with four legs and a long muscular tail. It is sometimes shown with feathered wings, crests, fiery manes, ivory spikes running down its spine and various exotic colorations. Since he can turn into a dragon, his physiology earns him some great perks such as atmospheric adaption, dermal armor, fire breath, enhanced physical condition, enhanced roar, flight, fear masking, some magical and elemental resistance, and multilingualism. Felix can also summon these traits while still in his humanoid form, but he cannot use more than two at a time. One he explicitly cannot use in his human form is atmospheric adaption.

Backstory

Fafnir and his twin brother Magus were born out of a affair between Hreidmarr and Wiljay's wife. In typical fae logic she decided to rectify this situation by splitting the brother apart at birth. One returned home with her and her husband, while the other bastard child stayed with their birth father. Fafnir being the later of the two. Fafnir was not Hreidmarr's only child, in fact he grew up with four other brothers. Despite this they did not live in an impoverished home. Hreidmarr was a very wealthy and powerful fae in his time. The lived in a home of glittering gold and priceless gems that was built by his brother Reign. Whenever they were away on hunts, Fafnir was left guarding their home. One day Fafnir intercepted an intruder, and while Fafnir succeeded in killing him he was inflicted with a terrible affliction. When his family returned home they found him collapsed on their door step. His brothers carried him to bed where he remained for several months while his conditioned worsened. Feeling pity for the boy, Hreidmarr tracked down a dragon, killed it, and brought back it's meats, bones, and blood to give to his child. As you already know this not only cured Fafnir of his illness but altered his entire genetic make up. His new found abilities made Fafnir an even greater warrior than before, and as such was able to guard their home from the skies above as a dragon.

Later in life their older brother Otr was killed by a trickster fae and as repayment for their loss their father was gifted with gold and the ring Andvaranaut, which supposedly can turn anything into gold. Unfortunately they were warned by the same trickster that the ring had been cursed by it's previous owner. Anyone other than it's owner could not possess it or misfortune and destruction would be brought down on them. Hreidmarr ignored these warnings about the curse and kept the ring, only to have Fafnir and Regin later kill him for it. Fafnir decided he wanted Andvaranaut for himself, so he turned into a dragon and drove his brother Regin away. Years later Regin's son Sigurd comes for the ring on his father's instigation. As a result Fafnir becomes fatally wounded, and passed out from blood loss. Sigurd being as young as he was assumed that Fafnir had died. When he woke up Fafnir was not familiar with the room he was in. He had been rescued by a medicine woman who found him while she was foraging for herbs. Despite having been saved by this woman, Fafnir killed her and pillaged her home. Burning it to the ground he decided to rebuild what he lost, to some degree, and began to burn down towns and pillage their valuables. Over time he eventually restored the wealth he once had, but had nobody to share it with, not that he minded. One day while he was terrorizing a town Fafnir was approached by another fae who did not recognize him. Fafnir found this offensive and chose to eat the man who dared challenge him. This action enacted a curse onto Fafnir that he did not realize until after decimating the town and collecting it's remaining riches. After piling everything onto a wagon the gold, gems, and coin began to disintegrate into ash. Mortified by this he returned to find that his touch actively destroyed all of his wealth. His greed and avarice had gotten the best of him, and to punish Fafnir for his wicked ways the curse took that which he loved most. Unable to accumulate any wealth Fafnir fell into poverty. For the next hundred years he wandered the earth a broken man, homeless and unloved, resorting to scraps just to get by.

As these years go by Fafnir watched as his people took over the earth, and the human race became a minority faced with adversary. By this point in his life Fafnir had become a changed man. The curse he suffered from humbled him greatly and he did not discriminate like his fellow faeries. Had he no powers himself he would have been no different than these human folk, poor and at the bottom of the barrel. He did lots of selfless deeds during this time, but nothing broke his curse. Eventually the Wiljay's caught wind of a faerie who was making it difficult to collect their debts from small family businesses. A fae who went by the name of Felix. Sending their best they managed to capture this rouge fae, but upon seeing his face were hesitant to do anything with him, because the man looked just like their underboss Magus. This news shook the Wiljay family to it's core, and a DNA test was immediately conducted to determine whether or not this was some trick of magic or simply the truth. When the results came back they were argued over what to do with him. Fafnir, who was now going by the name of Felix, was a troublesome man as his ideals did not align with the rest of the group, but he was still part of their family and a fae. On top of that his abilities were ferocious and that kind of power would favor them greatly. Deciding it was too much of a risk to leave Felix to his own devices Felix was forced to join the Wiljays. He was incredibly problematic at first, going out of his way to sabotage missions and cause trouble. He was not quick to throw away his new found ideals and commit to people he barely knew. When he became too problematic he and The Boss held a special meeting between the two of them. Nobody knows what was discussed behind those closed doors, but a deal was made. While Felix had grown attached to those of the less fortunate, he had no qualms taking from the rich. Realizing that he had been using Felix's talents the wrong way The Boss started using Felix to take out their competitors Faralans and Helias. Felix's methods were ruthless, and after much success Felix was anointed The Boss's left-hand. While he established his role in Wiljay's group, Felix started to grow familial with his long lost twin, and discovered that he had become incredibly happy for reasons previously unknown to him. He isn't really sure how it happened but somewhere along the way his curse had been broken, and he wonders if becoming a full fledged Wiljay had something to do with it. With a new family and place to call home, Felix had truly started to live his best life.

Relationships

Hreidmarr - Birth father. deceased.
Blank - Birth mother. reunited.
Magus - Twin. reunited.
Otr - Half brother. deceased.
Reign - Half brother. ????
Sigurd - Nephew. ????

Alfie - Lover.

Writing Sample

The night winds howl in the dark. The leaves of the surrounding forest rustle as the trees themselves gently sway in the wind. The sky’s above mimic an empty nothing, as clouds shroud the moon and stars. Heavy panting and snorting breaks in the wind, disturbing the usual quiet of the night. Steady hooved gallops beat against the soil, as a lone horse and it’s rider flee into the darkness. As the cloaked woman nears a fork ahead a red glow lightly illuminates her visage, and she curses under her breath. Immediately shifting her cloak to hide the glistening ruby as aggressive voices call out to her from a distance. Turning for a moment, the woman’s brown hues sees the orange flame of torches and lanterns. Other riders in pursuit of her. Whipping back around she urges her steed to go faster by beating the reigns of her horse and digging her heel into its hide. “Come on girl, move!” She whispers to herself as her horse picks up some more speed. As she is approaching the fork in the beaten path a fog begins to accumulate in the air from the right. Deciding to use it to her advantage she steers her steed to the right. Twisting back she extends her arm out with her palm facing her attackers. Flattening it to the best of her ability she mutters a quiet incantation under her breath, and a spark flickers from her palm. Then a flame ignites and she thrusts her hand forward hoping to at least injure one of the hunters. The fireball is quickly deflected by their own magics and the woman swears under her breath. Facing forward she lets the fog completely envelope her visage.

Despite the fog hiding her presence, she can still hear them riding in after her. Their calls echoing in the foggy distance. Gripping the reigns tighter she notices that the trees were starting to shift around her then gasps as a gnarled and knotted tree suddenly appears in front of her. Jerking the reigns she manages to steer the horse away last minute, but the motion causes her horse to come to a stop. Otherwise she’d lose control. “What on Earth?” She whispers tugging the horse’s reins to get it to trot over to the tree. Beside it she lifts a gloved hand to touch the bark. It seems to pulse at her touch, as if it was alive. Then a bolt lodges itself in the tree, startling her. Not waiting to see who the assailant is, the woman gets her horse moving again. To her disappointment the fog begins to dissipate, and the cloaked woman finds herself lost in a forest. That’s when her horse is suddenly startled. Rearing up its front legs the girl comes to an abrupt halt, forcing the rider off its back. Her brown eyes watch her horse leave her side, and gallop back from whence they came. Disappearing into the fog they had just came out from.The light from her ruby shines brighter now, and she can feel it tugging away from her neck. Almost as if it was trying to force her forward by the throat. Looking back at the riders growing nearer the woman scrambles to her feet and runs into the Nightmare Forest. Only hearing the screams of her name from a distance.

“Serena!!! Shit where did the bitch go!? Find her! Break apart for more ground cover!”

Serena’s cloak just barely touches the forest floor. It flutters behind her as her feet continue to carry her forward. The ruby in her ruffled choker jerking her whenever she starts to wander in a different direction. She doesn’t recognize this forest, and yet it felt eerily familiar to her. In fact it was almost comforting, and she could no longer hear the hunters who had been chasing her. Coming to a stop she looks behind her and sees no one. Not even a single light in the distance. Glancing around she inspects the forest, there’s a rustling as the wind picks up, most likely the trees in the wind. It sparks a memory though, from her childhood. The vision of her younger self getting frightened and running into a tree. She blinks at the thought then her eyes widen in realization. “Nooo..., really? It can’t be....” she whispers in disbelief. Then she hears a garbled scream in the distance, that of a mans. Momentarily frightened she lurches forward, smacking into a tree in the process. Wincing she steps backward and rubs her sore nose. I guess some things never change she can’t help but think to herself with a small chuckle. The ruby pulls again, and Serena looks in the direction the gem is drawn to.

Following it, it doesn’t take her long to come across a small break in the forest. Just enough space for the tiny cottage nestled there. Serena is nothing but giddy at the sight of it. It confirmed her suspicions as true. “I’m....in the Nightmare Forest.” She breathes out, almost breathless. The excitement starts to well up inside her, and then she cheers thrusting her hands above her head. “I’m in the Nightmare Forest!” Then she gets quiet noticing the light filtering out from the cottage window, and the plume of smoke from the chimney. Her thoughts raced at the idea of her childhood friend actually being home. Like a moth to a flame she steps forward. At the door she raps upon it. There is no answer though. “Jack?” She calls out curiously and with an eagerness. When nobody answers again she opens the door to find the home alive with a roaring flame, but empty. The man wasn’t home. This discovery caused Serena’s smile to falter just a little, but she steps inside anyways. She had waited this long, she could wait just a bit longer. Shutting the door behind her Serena inhaled deeply, the house smelled lovely. Just like she remembered. Her attention flutters to the large collection of books lining his shelves, the fire, and then the small kitchen. Pulling a book from the shelf, she drops it off on the lounge chair before stoking the fire. Putting another log on she shuffles over to where Jack most likely keeps his dried meats and pulls out the carvings of a chicken. Taking a breast she hoists it onto the rack above the fire and lets it cook. She might as well enjoyed a meal while she waited....

code by @pasta

General

Alias: Felix Wiljay-Harrison

Name: Fafnir Wiljay-Hreidmarson

Nickname: Fafy, Faf, Felix

Gender: Male

Age: 26 (266)

Role: Wiljay Left Hand Man

Apperance

Hair color: Pure White

Eye color: Violet

Height: 5'11

Weight: 168

Mods/Tattoos: Felix doesn't have any tattoos. He doesn't like being stuck with the same design, so would rather will draw on tattoos or use fake ones. What he can't have with tattoos he tries to emulate in his outlandish make-up. He has several piercings though. He has a septum, a gauged ear, a tragus, and two helix.

Personality

Five Positive: Adventurous, Generous, Maternal, Cheerful, Courageous

Five Neutral: Sassy, Flirty, Familial, Effeminate, Outspoken, Confident

Five Negative: Demanding, Possessive, Noncommittal, Blunt, Indulgent

Quirks: He taps his foot when getting impatient. When he is feeling anxious or restless he will fiddle with any jewlery he has on, namely his necklace or an earring. When he is really frustrated he will go running or on night walks to clear his head. Other times he will practice archery in his backyard. Can never tell a full lie. Will sometimes annoingly break out into song, or hum songs. Felix is ambidexterous.

Likes: Make Up, fashion, shopping, nature, walks, archery, shinies, soft textures, jewlery, meditation, herbal remedies, tea, smoothies, lounging, parties, fruity drinks, cream, charity, gossip

Dislikes: Cooking, cleaning, black coffee, bitter foods, not being included, sharing, wasting food, winter, hypocrisy, people who take everything too seriously, people who can't take important situations seriously, child killers, cancel culture, teenagers

Abilities

Fae: A faerie can shrink down and adopt wings which allow them to fly. Additionally, their blood is toxic to ingest.

Dragon Magic: When he was just a boy Felix became very sick. His father, a powerful fae at the time, managed to slay a dragon and feed Felix the meat and blood of his kill. As his body broke down the dragons flesh and blood, it changed Felix's genetics and gifted him the abilities of a dragon. He can do several things with his dragon magic, such as imbue any weapon with his magical energy and make it so that no one is capable of using the weapons except for those who are worthy of its power. He can also perform more powerful spells due to this kind of magic, or give others a magical or physical boost. Felix can also physically turn into a dragon at will. His form is most like a western dragon, typically depicted as a huge fire-breathing, scaly and horned lizard-like creature, with leathery, bat-like wings, with four legs and a long muscular tail. It is sometimes shown with feathered wings, crests, fiery manes, ivory spikes running down its spine and various exotic colorations. Since he can turn into a dragon, his physiology earns him some great perks such as atmospheric adaption, dermal armor, fire breath, enhanced physical condition, enhanced roar, flight, fear masking, some magical and elemental resistance, and multilingualism. Felix can also summon these traits while still in his humanoid form, but he cannot use more than two at a time. One he explicitly cannot use in his human form is atmospheric adaption.

Backstory

Fafnir and his twin brother Magus were born out of a affair between Hreidmarr and Wiljay's wife. In typical fae logic she decided to rectify this situation by splitting the brother apart at birth. One returned home with her and her husband, while the other bastard child stayed with their birth father. Fafnir being the later of the two. Fafnir was not Hreidmarr's only child, in fact he grew up with four other brothers. Despite this they did not live in an impoverished home. Hreidmarr was a very wealthy and powerful fae in his time. The lived in a home of glittering gold and priceless gems that was built by his brother Reign. Whenever they were away on hunts, Fafnir was left guarding their home. One day Fafnir intercepted an intruder, and while Fafnir succeeded in killing him he was inflicted with a terrible affliction. When his family returned home they found him collapsed on their door step. His brothers carried him to bed where he remained for several months while his conditioned worsened. Feeling pity for the boy, Hreidmarr tracked down a dragon, killed it, and brought back it's meats, bones, and blood to give to his child. As you already know this not only cured Fafnir of his illness but altered his entire genetic make up. His new found abilities made Fafnir an even greater warrior than before, and as such was able to guard their home from the skies above as a dragon.

Later in life their older brother Otr was killed by a trickster fae and as repayment for their loss their father was gifted with gold and the ring Andvaranaut, which supposedly can turn anything into gold. Unfortunately they were warned by the same trickster that the ring had been cursed by it's previous owner. Anyone other than it's owner could not possess it or misfortune and destruction would be brought down on them. Hreidmarr ignored these warnings about the curse and kept the ring, only to have Fafnir and Regin later kill him for it. Fafnir decided he wanted Andvaranaut for himself, so he turned into a dragon and drove his brother Regin away. Years later Regin's son Sigurd comes for the ring on his father's instigation. As a result Fafnir becomes fatally wounded, and passed out from blood loss. Sigurd being as young as he was assumed that Fafnir had died. When he woke up Fafnir was not familiar with the room he was in. He had been rescued by a medicine woman who found him while she was foraging for herbs. Despite having been saved by this woman, Fafnir killed her and pillaged her home. Burning it to the ground he decided to rebuild what he lost, to some degree, and began to burn down towns and pillage their valuables. Over time he eventually restored the wealth he once had, but had nobody to share it with, not that he minded. One day while he was terrorizing a town Fafnir was approached by another fae who did not recognize him. Fafnir found this offensive and chose to eat the man who dared challenge him. This action enacted a curse onto Fafnir that he did not realize until after decimating the town and collecting it's remaining riches. After piling everything onto a wagon the gold, gems, and coin began to disintegrate into ash. Mortified by this he returned to find that his touch actively destroyed all of his wealth. His greed and avarice had gotten the best of him, and to punish Fafnir for his wicked ways the curse took that which he loved most. Unable to accumulate any wealth Fafnir fell into poverty. For the next hundred years he wandered the earth a broken man, homeless and unloved, resorting to scraps just to get by.

As these years go by Fafnir watched as his people took over the earth, and the human race became a minority faced with adversary. By this point in his life Fafnir had become a changed man. The curse he suffered from humbled him greatly and he did not discriminate like his fellow faeries. Had he no powers himself he would have been no different than these human folk, poor and at the bottom of the barrel. He did lots of selfless deeds during this time, but nothing broke his curse. Eventually the Wiljay's caught wind of a faerie who was making it difficult to collect their debts from small family businesses. A fae who went by the name of Felix. Sending their best they managed to capture this rouge fae, but upon seeing his face were hesitant to do anything with him, because the man looked just like their underboss Magus. This news shook the Wiljay family to it's core, and a DNA test was immediately conducted to determine whether or not this was some trick of magic or simply the truth. When the results came back they were argued over what to do with him. Fafnir, who was now going by the name of Felix, was a troublesome man as his ideals did not align with the rest of the group, but he was still part of their family and a fae. On top of that his abilities were ferocious and that kind of power would favor them greatly. Deciding it was too much of a risk to leave Felix to his own devices Felix was forced to join the Wiljays. He was incredibly problematic at first, going out of his way to sabotage missions and cause trouble. He was not quick to throw away his new found ideals and commit to people he barely knew. When he became too problematic he and The Boss held a special meeting between the two of them. Nobody knows what was discussed behind those closed doors, but a deal was made. While Felix had grown attached to those of the less fortunate, he had no qualms taking from the rich. Realizing that he had been using Felix's talents the wrong way The Boss started using Felix to take out their competitors Faralans and Helias. Felix's methods were ruthless, and after much success Felix was anointed The Boss's left-hand. While he established his role in Wiljay's group, Felix started to grow familial with his long lost twin, and discovered that he had become incredibly happy for reasons previously unknown to him. He isn't really sure how it happened but somewhere along the way his curse had been broken, and he wonders if becoming a full fledged Wiljay had something to do with it. With a new family and place to call home, Felix had truly started to live his best life.

Relationships

Hreidmarr - Birth father. deceased.
Blank - Birth mother. reunited.
Magus - Twin. reunited.
Otr - Half brother. deceased.
Reign - Half brother. ????
Sigurd - Nephew. ????

Alfie - Lover.

Writing Sample

The night winds howl in the dark. The leaves of the surrounding forest rustle as the trees themselves gently sway in the wind. The sky’s above mimic an empty nothing, as clouds shroud the moon and stars. Heavy panting and snorting breaks in the wind, disturbing the usual quiet of the night. Steady hooved gallops beat against the soil, as a lone horse and it’s rider flee into the darkness. As the cloaked woman nears a fork ahead a red glow lightly illuminates her visage, and she curses under her breath. Immediately shifting her cloak to hide the glistening ruby as aggressive voices call out to her from a distance. Turning for a moment, the woman’s brown hues sees the orange flame of torches and lanterns. Other riders in pursuit of her. Whipping back around she urges her steed to go faster by beating the reigns of her horse and digging her heel into its hide. “Come on girl, move!” She whispers to herself as her horse picks up some more speed. As she is approaching the fork in the beaten path a fog begins to accumulate in the air from the right. Deciding to use it to her advantage she steers her steed to the right. Twisting back she extends her arm out with her palm facing her attackers. Flattening it to the best of her ability she mutters a quiet incantation under her breath, and a spark flickers from her palm. Then a flame ignites and she thrusts her hand forward hoping to at least injure one of the hunters. The fireball is quickly deflected by their own magics and the woman swears under her breath. Facing forward she lets the fog completely envelope her visage.

Despite the fog hiding her presence, she can still hear them riding in after her. Their calls echoing in the foggy distance. Gripping the reigns tighter she notices that the trees were starting to shift around her then gasps as a gnarled and knotted tree suddenly appears in front of her. Jerking the reigns she manages to steer the horse away last minute, but the motion causes her horse to come to a stop. Otherwise she’d lose control. “What on Earth?” She whispers tugging the horse’s reins to get it to trot over to the tree. Beside it she lifts a gloved hand to touch the bark. It seems to pulse at her touch, as if it was alive. Then a bolt lodges itself in the tree, startling her. Not waiting to see who the assailant is, the woman gets her horse moving again. To her disappointment the fog begins to dissipate, and the cloaked woman finds herself lost in a forest. That’s when her horse is suddenly startled. Rearing up its front legs the girl comes to an abrupt halt, forcing the rider off its back. Her brown eyes watch her horse leave her side, and gallop back from whence they came. Disappearing into the fog they had just came out from.The light from her ruby shines brighter now, and she can feel it tugging away from her neck. Almost as if it was trying to force her forward by the throat. Looking back at the riders growing nearer the woman scrambles to her feet and runs into the Nightmare Forest. Only hearing the screams of her name from a distance.

“Serena!!! Shit where did the bitch go!? Find her! Break apart for more ground cover!”

Serena’s cloak just barely touches the forest floor. It flutters behind her as her feet continue to carry her forward. The ruby in her ruffled choker jerking her whenever she starts to wander in a different direction. She doesn’t recognize this forest, and yet it felt eerily familiar to her. In fact it was almost comforting, and she could no longer hear the hunters who had been chasing her. Coming to a stop she looks behind her and sees no one. Not even a single light in the distance. Glancing around she inspects the forest, there’s a rustling as the wind picks up, most likely the trees in the wind. It sparks a memory though, from her childhood. The vision of her younger self getting frightened and running into a tree. She blinks at the thought then her eyes widen in realization. “Nooo..., really? It can’t be....” she whispers in disbelief. Then she hears a garbled scream in the distance, that of a mans. Momentarily frightened she lurches forward, smacking into a tree in the process. Wincing she steps backward and rubs her sore nose. I guess some things never change she can’t help but think to herself with a small chuckle. The ruby pulls again, and Serena looks in the direction the gem is drawn to.

Following it, it doesn’t take her long to come across a small break in the forest. Just enough space for the tiny cottage nestled there. Serena is nothing but giddy at the sight of it. It confirmed her suspicions as true. “I’m....in the Nightmare Forest.” She breathes out, almost breathless. The excitement starts to well up inside her, and then she cheers thrusting her hands above her head. “I’m in the Nightmare Forest!” Then she gets quiet noticing the light filtering out from the cottage window, and the plume of smoke from the chimney. Her thoughts raced at the idea of her childhood friend actually being home. Like a moth to a flame she steps forward. At the door she raps upon it. There is no answer though. “Jack?” She calls out curiously and with an eagerness. When nobody answers again she opens the door to find the home alive with a roaring flame, but empty. The man wasn’t home. This discovery caused Serena’s smile to falter just a little, but she steps inside anyways. She had waited this long, she could wait just a bit longer. Shutting the door behind her Serena inhaled deeply, the house smelled lovely. Just like she remembered. Her attention flutters to the large collection of books lining his shelves, the fire, and then the small kitchen. Pulling a book from the shelf, she drops it off on the lounge chair before stoking the fire. Putting another log on she shuffles over to where Jack most likely keeps his dried meats and pulls out the carvings of a chicken. Taking a breast she hoists it onto the rack above the fire and lets it cook. She might as well enjoyed a meal while she waited....

erised · May 16, 2019

Kirin Rai Helias
[ fifteen ] [alpha's third pup ] [ male ] [ 5'8 ] [ 135lbs ]

personality
[ loyal ] [ sarcastic ] [ fierce and fiery ] [ stubborn ] [ witty ] [ impatient ] [ has no filter ] [ empathetic ] [ not afraid to stick up for himself ] [ likes a challenge ] [ complete disregard for rules ]

Kirin is known for having a great sense of humor, one filled with sarcasm and wit, but sometimes doesn’t know when to stop. Actually, it’s most of the time that he doesn’t know when to stop. Nearly everything he says is sarcastic in some form or has a witty line or two. Kirin tends to lack a filter, resulting in people often having to yell at him to get him to be quiet.

On a bad day (and let’s be real, they happen more often than not), he is snappy and short-tempered, lashing out at the first person that dares to cross him. His sarcasm can turn cruel and cutting with the intention to hurt others rather than make them laugh. Kirin absolutely hates being told what to do and has a complete disregard for rules, often choosing to do the opposite of what was asked of him. He enjoys testing and challenging others, whether it be verbal or physical and never backs down from a chance to spar.

backstory

To be revealed later.

ItsYaBoyUhhhh · May 17, 2019

Alibaster "The Bastard" Grimm

Gender: Male
Age: 24 (119)

Role: Farlan Soldier
Born or Bitten?: Bitten

Hair color: Light-brown
Eye color: Light-blue
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 165 lbs
Mods/Tattoos:

Personality: Alibaster demonstrates extreme loyalty to his superiors, actively putting the Farlan family's lives above his own without second thought. He has never shown particular interest in rising through the ranks, and some may mistake him for unambitious because of this. However, rather than giving orders and dealing with bullshit politics, his focus is aimed toward complete domination of Euclid by the Farlan family. Although he carries the reputation of a ruthless and calculated soldier in battle, he is known to party nealy as hard as he fights and is quite laid-back in conversation.

Backstory: TBD
Writing sample:

The sound of metal piercing wood jolted Ronin out of his deep sleep. The first thing he saw was a reflection of his face in a blade that was several inches away from his face. He stared deeply at himself in the blade with a blank expression, still slightly drunk and too disoriented to formulate a coherent thought. Per usual, Ronin had fallen asleep at his regular table in the tavern after drinking until he was unable to walk. He groaned loudly as the blade was lifted from the table and began rubbing his temples with his thumb and index finger. "Listen, give me five more minutes and I promise I'll be right with you." he mumbled in annoyance. Lifting his hand away from his head he glanced upward, and a sly smirk came across his face. He slowly raised his head from the table, now leaned back in his chair with a foot on the table. "You're a sight for sore eyes, eh?"

"I want my cut yeh bastard!" said the large figure standing in front of him. A roughly six-foot-two inch man dressed in your standard pirate outfit, except covered in mud, was hunched over the table looking at Ronin with anger and disgust. "We had a deal and yeh done ran off 'fore I got what is mine! Now give it to meh!" he commanded, slamming a fist on the table to emphasize his anger.

"Riiiight… Because you did so much work." Ronin rolled his eyes, recounting how he had ambushed the convoy, subdued easily ten or more guards, and also successfully evaded the reinforcements that chased him for miles. He lowers his foot off the table and straightens his posture. "If it was up to me, I would have left you behind in that ditch you tripped in. Oh no wait, I did!" He burst out laughing, smacking the table with an open palm a few times before regaining his composure. This obviously did not please the infuriated pirate, who cocked his arm back and started to swing at Ronin's face. Before he could complete the swing, Ronin extended one of his legs out and upward, striking the underside of the table. As his foot connects with the wood, a flash of faint blue energy is released so quickly if you blinked you missed it. The concussive forced coming from his foot generated enough power to cause the table to flip and fly forward, striking the pirate and sending him along with the table several feet away.

Ronin takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, rolling his shoulders as he stands from his seat. He sauntered over to the bar as the pirate pushed the table off himself and attempted to stand. Ronin reaches across the bar and grasps an empty ale mug from the hands of the bartender who had been wiping it down before the altercation started. The pirate lets out a rage filled yell and started to charge towards Ronin, but only made it a step before being struck square in the face with the mug Ronin took from the bar. The mug shattered as it connected, sending shards of glass into the pirates face. He collapsed to the ground in agony while reciting about every curse word in the known world and covering his face. "Heh, there's your cut." Ronin chuckled beneath his breath before turning and walking to the door, grabbing a mug full of ale off the bar top on his way.

iShyShy · May 18, 2019

Name: Amber Nox
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Role: Capo 1

Crush:
Mate:
Children:

Hair color: Naturally brunette, dyed dirty blonde
Eye color: Hazel
Wolf eye color: Grey
Height: 5'4
Weight: 138lbs
Mods/Tattoos: Black and white double loop helix piercing on her right ear.

Personality: Amber is loyal and respectful to her pack but not to outsiders. Through daily training to earn her position she has become very confident and proud. Her pack is the best, after all, and she needs to help maintain that image. Amber has been known to have a short temper that she struggles to hold back given her competitive nature. As a result, she cannot turn down a challenge in almost any circumstance. Not only is it fun but it helps her grow and become better. One thing she values most is her relationship with her pack. She would do anything within her power for them.

Backstory: Can be be fleshed out in the RP or provided prior if necessary.

Amber Nox

It was earlier in the day and finally time for Amber to make her appearance, as her alpha had previously commanded her, at this so called 'house of the new world' that the Elders had decided to send the packs to. All to share living space with the uptight life source addicts. The alpha was kind enough to let the hunter spend a few days taking out some steam with some hunting practice before having to come to the mansion. Needless to say, it was flawless and trivial practice but it kept her mind clear since Amber knew better, no one would want to play nice in these new arrangements but it was in their best interest to do so. The other pack was meant to be here and there was no way that she would allow them to think anything less than the Selvaggio being superior. Those Tillit are known for being rambunctious rebels and they need to know that their strength pales in comparison to the Selvaggio, even if their pack is male dominated. That better not be the reason for this forced sharing of space...the fact that the ratio balances out... That was definitely not what she wanted among all of this, to be forced into something she really didn't want. She could handle herself but if the Elders willed it, she really didn't have too much of a choice. Her mind was going everywhere on way to the back of the mansion where she believed she would not have to encounter anyone if she entered this way but it was part of her upbringing. To her understanding, the truth, the Selvaggio (mainly herself) were the elite members of the lycan species, being the smartest, strongest, and most successful, and she intended to keep that information true. There is nothing wrong with having fun but in her mind, you shouldn't be partying if you haven't earned it. Thankfully, she was an intelligent girl who is open to being proven wrong, though she wouldn't openly admit it, and she will most likely come around to the members of the Tillit faster than she would like to admit. She is prideful of herself and her pack but she doesn't let it cloud her judgement.

After a long boring walk in human form, the mansion finally came into view. First things first, find Iva. She's probably in dire need of being reunited with someone with a brain. She thought to herself as the scent of male lycan filled her nose. Letting out a sigh, she made her way past the empty pool into the mansion, only to be greeted by a completely contrasting club scene that she couldn't help but crack a smile at. "Not bad. At least they're trying to make us comfortable. This might actually work." She mumbled to herself as she walked through the room. The dance floor was empty as well as everything else but that was to be expected because of the time and since no one else was to be at the mansion besides the heads of each pack and a few vampires she couldn't care less about. As she exited the room she could hear a scream followed by a large splash from behind her, having to come from outside. She couldn't help but shake her head as she didn't even want to know what had happened and continued to follow the scent to find her alpha. It led her to a staircase that lead up to where Iva stood, speaking to two other lycan that she was unfamiliar with. Amber quickly made her way up the stairs and pulled Iva to look toward her, hugging and kissing her on each cheek as they were accustomed to, before turning to the other two. She had barely made it in time to hear the end comments of her alpha toward the two strangers, so she decided to jump in with a polite smile. "Sorry to interrupt so suddenly, I just arrived. I'm Amber, Delta of the Selvaggio pack. It's a pleasure." In addition to wanting to say hello to her alpha and being more comfortable around someone she knew, it was a good excuse to place herself at the alpha's side in case something unfavorable were to occur. The two strangers didn't seem hostile, they actually seemed very...relaxed and slightly unkempt but Amber assumed it was due to them just having changed. Even so, she tried not to judge them without hearing them speak first, since she already knew she was most likely stronger than them anyway and had nothing to worry about.

I apologize that it is not three paragraphs so if you would like something else as a writing sample please let me know! I can provide something in addition to this old post.

deianeira · May 8, 2019

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"she wears strength and darkness equally well; the girl has always been half goddess, half hell"

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» BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Drusilla Farlan
Nickname: Dru, Sil
Age: biologically 30, canonically ~200
Gender: female
Sexuality: bisexual
Role: Farlan boss' spouse
Born or Bitten: born

Crush: n/a
Spouse: Niklaus Farlan
Children: Lilith Farlan, eldest daughter

Eye Color: dark brown
Hair Color: caramel brown
Height 5'9
Weight 142 lbs
Body Type: hourglass
Skin Tone tan
Scars: n/a

» PERSONALITY;
Personality: On the outside, Drusilla Farlan is a cold, calculating, logical woman with eyes only for expanding Farlan's empire and, for the most part, that assumption is correct. She is just as ruthless as the rest of her coven when it comes to getting business done on time and she's unafraid to hurt others to protect her family. However, her personality is more complicated than that. Drusilla is also a loving wife and a caring mother. She loves both her family and the coven deeply, and she can often be found socializing with other Farlan members once she has completed her duties for the day.

» BIOGRAPHY;
Drusilla was born almost 200 years ago into a wealthy vampire family in Italy. Throughout her childhood, she was kept mostly indoors, and her every movement was watched and criticized by her governesses. She had no other siblings nor friends in her small town, and, with nothing holding her back, she was eager to escape from her confined home life, which often felt more like a cage. Drusilla moved to the city of Euclid in her early 50s, where she quickly became involved with the local vampire coven in the city.

» WRITING SAMPLE;
Standing next to her siblings, Camille couldn't help but wish for this to be over already. It wasn't that she minded the big, poofy dress - she actually enjoyed dressing up - nor was it the long trek to the Freland territory - it gave her some much-needed time to think. Camille's issue with Court was the stuffy royals that currently occupied the grand dining hall. They were all the same... always too prim and proper to do much else than scoff and look down their noses, unaware to the issues that went down in the lower ranks of a country. They were just boring to talk with; Camille had no interest in politics, after all.

Glancing over to the side, Camille could see her older brother fidgeting in place. Matthias Giroux was messing with the pendant on his chest, surely for the millionth time. He always was nervous around events such as this, even with his birthright as the crown prince; he'd have to fix that before being crowned king. To her left, her younger brother seemed perfectly normal. Turning back to Matthias, she quickly reached out and grabbed his hand, dragging it down from where it was surely wearing away at the shiny metal.

"Would you calm down? This isn't a big deal - It's not liked you're being crowned right now, you know!" Camille laughed slightly. He would be ten times worse if that were the case.

Grabbing a flute of champagne from behind her, Camille sipped at it slightly while taking in the feeling of the room. Everything was elaborately dressed, surely to 'impress' the fellow countries attending. 'They've certainly splurged for this...' Camille though to herself, eyeing the gold-draped banisters and purple-dyed decorations. 'These materials aren't cheap.'

Other than she and her brothers, a few more royals were present in the room. A steel-faced lady was standing across the room from her. Regardless of her matter of dress, she still had an elegant air about her, and Camille could fancy a guess that this woman was the Queen of Freland. 'Hmm....best introduce myself at some point.' Standing near her were two teenagers, although the girl was more of a child. The sickly-looking girl was Princess Guinevere, someone Camille had heard of. It was always nice to know of the 'competition,' at least in the eyes of her governesses (regardless of the fact that the competition was years younger than she).

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arabella. · May 8, 2019

[div class=container][div class=image][div class=outs][div class="tabs first" style="top: 120px; left: -10px;"]a.[/div] [div class="tabs second" style="top: 80px; left: 5px"]b.[/div] [div class="tabs third" style="top: 120px; left: 20px"]c.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=hold][div class=post] [div class="tabsContent tabsContent1"] [div class=pos][div class=title]001[/div] [div class=lilwords]appearance & personality[/div][/div] [div class=text][div class=scroll] appearance: Aquaria is quite a beauty to behold, delicate and graceful appearing to those who haven't met her before. The fae stands at a short five foot, four inches and weighs a mere one hundred and twenty pounds. Her height is never questioned since it's rare to see the woman without some pair of knife-like heels on her dainty feet. Aquaria's hair is a striking shade of platinum blonde, almost the shade of pure snow, and cascades down in luscious waves, reaching just below her hips. Her eyes are a beautiful shade of hazel, uncommon for a fae, but with the sunlight hitting in the right angle, Aquaria's eyes become a pool of honey-like gold that's memorable to anyone. Etched into her honey skin, there's a distinct marking on Aquaria's neck which is unexplained. It's best to not question her about it, otherwise you might lose an eye.

Even in fae form, there's still a deadliness that's hidden by an innocent facade. Aquaria's wings are glamorous as they are sharp. The edges of her wings are as acute as a deadly knife and have a silver shine to them, alluring those who aren't familiar with Aquaria's lethal ways. Her luscious hair turns to a shimmer silver, with hints of her roots completely decaying into a raven black colour. The most noticeable change is her doe-like eyes, shifting from a honey brown to a piercing blue in a blink, similar to the colour of broken glass shards.

personality: Aquaria is all class until her temper can get the best of her. Cunning and intelligent, the fae isn't a ditzy blonde, rather she's a strategic player. Aquaria's very much aware how others view her, only seeing the careful make up and glamour, rather than take a few minutes more to realise how important she could be. She's also quite the romantic and affectionate type, Aquaria adores physical touch -- holding hands, sitting on laps, lounging her legs on others -- and she'll find an excuse to be near someone. As for the darker, more stubborn, side of her. It's best to not get on her bad side, to say the least. Aquaria has a very chilling temper on her and once she's upset, there's very little can calm her down. However, Aquaria keeps a soft spot for children and tends to spoil them when her partner isn't looking.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContent2" style="display: none"] [div class=pos][div class=title]002[/div] [div class=lilwords]biography[/div][/div] [div class=text][div class=scroll]theme song: modern day cain.

biography: Aquaria's family has always been known as the old-money type. Hidden behind the flowery smells of her mother's candles, cigars were puffed and long sips of expensive whiskey behind closed doors. Born as the second child of the family, with an older brother ahead of her, Aquaria was always expected to obey and behave in front of her family's guests. The young fae was raised to be robotic like, submissive to orders, while still being deadly as a viper. Aquaria was taught different skills growing up and while she was raised to be emotionless and sharp, she still managed to keep a close relationship with her older brother.

After living with her family, Aquaria left her old fashioned home and moved to the lively city. It was like a whole other world and she was struck with awe. Aquaria spent her late nights working odd jobs, standing behind bars, wearing fake pearls and singing on stage, even working as an underground hit-woman once she grew older. As much as she wanted to dismiss the more savage side of her, Aquaria enjoyed the thrill of chaos and the graceful dance of using her slick knives.

The day she met her partner was a blessing of a day. Red stained Aquaria's hands and her plush lips, but that never bothered the couple. With a whirlwind of a romance, Aquaria found herself adorning a gorgeous golden band and a family she's willing to kill for.

(More will be added !)

writing sample: Sabine swore the floor was trembling underneath her. The crashing waves of the boosted bass caused her to feel disorientated in her strange environment. Her dark eyebrows furrowed together as she felt hopelessly lost, using her hands to defend herself from the sweaty bodies that crashed into her, preventing herself from being crushed by the tall jock players and the sharp heels of the trust fund kids. Alex would've loved this. The thought couldn't help but echo in the teen's mind like a lonely voice in an empty room as the guitar riff rang over the rhythmic bass.

"Alex, C'mon, why can't we just stay in and watch movies?"
"Because, you promised me a party, and I'm going to cash in on that promise."

Sabine playfully pouted as she fiddled with the colourful scrunchie that kept her dark hair up in a neat ponytail. The thumping sound of the bass was evidence that there was life inside, and that they were having a fun time. Alex pulled his phone out of his pocket, aiming his camera at his tiny girlfriend and captured the pouty face she was pulling.

"You need to let your hair down more often," He smiled at her with his fairytale white teeth, a hearty chuckle escaping from his lips as Sabine tried to fight him off, failing miserably in the process as Alex easily towered over her and pulled the colourful scrunchie out of her hair. Sabine's dark hair fell without effort, sweeping past her elbows lifelessly and framing her babyface with ease.

"You're so demanding, Alex." She huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"You're cute when you're angry," He smiled, "Look, I won't lose it, I swear." He raised his arm in front of his face and rolled the scrunchie onto his wrist, plucking the side of it and allowing it to gently snap against his skin.

The thought of Alex being protective over a mere scrunchie made her heart flutter, it was sweet of him. They were both extremely opposites of each other, he was an all-star jock and Sabine was nothing more than an art student with a love for old movies, but there was a zoo full of animals every time Alex smiled at her.

Sabine kicked the pavement with the tip of her shoe as Alex slithered his arm around her waist and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, beanie."
"I love you, too."

Sabine snapped back into reality as she felt a body push her in a different direction, a gasp escaping from her throat as she felt a pair of hands grab her sides. Her long eyelashes fluttered out of shock as they found themselves locked with a pair of dark green eyes, the colour reminding her of moss. Once she had found her balance, Sabine anxiously glanced up and down at her saviour who easily towered over her. The constant bumping into people was less irritating as she realised he was shielding her away from others.

"You okay? Sorry, I jostled you, some drunkard shoved me."

His yelling voice sounded like a whisper, Sabine could hardly make out the words but she nodded anyway.

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[div class=firstword]name goes here:[/div] Casamentiss faiz malandris se pirulitá. Tá deprimidis, eu conheço uma cachacis que pode alegrar sua vidis. . . [/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=lilhold][div class=lilimage][/div] [div class=name]AQUARIA WILJAY. [div class=stats][div class=scroll][div class=firstword]full name:[/div] aquaria wiljay.
[div class=firstword]nicknames:[/div] blondie, ria.
[div class=firstword]age:[/div] two hundred + twenty four.
[div class=firstword]birthday:[/div] june sixteenth.
[div class=firstword]gender:[/div] cisgender female.
[div class=firstword]sexuality:[/div] pansexual, neither leaning.
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