Realistic or Modern Goodnight Moon - A Werewolf/Vampire RP ~Characters~

[MadiRaiCat]

Character Sheet​

Here are the things to include on your character sheet. Feel free to use coding if you would like!

Name:
Age (20-29 or at least appear that way):
Gender:
Sexuality:
Species (Werewolf, Vampire, or Human):
Role (Within the pack for WW, within the clan for vamps, or hunter vs. innocent for humans):
Appearance (can be art, a portrait, or realistic face claim):
Personality (likes, dislikes, interests, quirks, etc.; either a list or in paragraphs):
Background/History (Feel free to flesh this out as much as you want. Some of the supernatural characters can get pretty old xD):
Anything extra:

Twin Fantasy xserendipitously Cosmo deer Abendrot Ms. Sparrow Azure-Smiley calypso JayeTheKat

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Cast of Characters​

Selene Pack:
Alpha: Nyaja Cooper ( JayeTheKat )
Beta: Eric "Abel" Black ( Azure-Smiley )
Delta: Katarina Volkov ( MadiRaiCat )
Epsilons: Elijah Hayes ( Cosmo ), Juliette Gallagher ( Stardust Galaxy )
Omega: Valentine Wallace ( Twin Fantasy )
Lone Wolves: Celestine Auger ( calypso )

Sanguis Clan:
Doyen: Vahid Kasra ( Cosmo )
Regent: Io Polaris ( deer )
Prelate: Edwin Abington ( Abendrot )
Sentries: Leonardo Beaumont ( MadiRaiCat ), Thalia Schwartz ( deer ), Asher Wild ( Scarecrovv )
Fledglings: Romeo Ciar ( Athens ), Roselyn Walsh ( Twin Fantasy ), Soo Min Kim ( Stardust Galaxy )

Hunters:
-Dominique Fletcher ( xserendipitously )
-Callie Caton ( apolla )
-Morgan Ciar ( Athens )
-Norta "The Raven" Arbrook ( SirDerpingtonIV )
-Gregory Talbot ( D. Rex )

Humans:
-Jude Duncan ( The Black Knight )
-Sienna Grey ( Azerothii )
-Matthew Davenport ( Nightblade )
-Minnie Celene ( Ungifted ;-; )
-Korrigan Rossi ( lost city )

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[Twin Fantasy]

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valentine wallace
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valentine considers himself "soft-hearted", which wouldn't be entirely inaccurate. known as 'val' to his friends, he's a gentle soul with a love of animals. which isn't to say he's weak, though he does have a hard time saying 'no' to or arguing with people. he's capable of taking a fair beating and tolerates insults like a champ. he's not easily emotionally wounded, to get to him you'd have to dig deep. he doesn't understand the territory feud, but would rather not get in the way of his werewolf brothers and sisters. he doesn't enjoy his life as a werewolf and generally avoids the public during full moons when he can.

he tends to act tough around his crew, not wanting to fall behind the others for being too much of a gummy bear. it's pretty obvious that he's faking it, though. val practically melts into a puddle of goo whenever he sees a puppy and gets nervous around blood. he's definitely not stupid, though. he knows a fair amount and, in particular, can repair a motorcycle on the fly, a skill he takes pride in. he also enjoys reading, and is relatively athletic. he's very easy to get along with, so long as you're nice and decent. he can be a real sweetheart, but don't mistake that kindness for a lack of assertiveness -- he's willing to defend his friends to the death, and hardly cares about his own safety in comparison.

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val was adopted by a mother and father. christened esther wallace, val was raised by two "kind" christian parents who figured raising a werewolf child would be simple enough. he was kept inside for the bulk of his life, homeschooled and kept to himself. during his transformations he'd be locked in his room until it passed, usually causing massive amounts of destruction in his wake. during his childhood he had a lot of time for self-reflection, as he was almost constantly alone.

as val got older, he became more threatening and dangerous. his mother and father hung a silver rosary around his neck, which left a cross-shaped burn scar in his chest, to keep him at bay. he was ashamed of himself, and didn't feel comfortable in his own skin. he shed his christian throat shackle and barreled through his window on a full moon at age 16, running away from his home. he traveled the country for a long time. discovered he identified as male, bought a chest binder, ate mcdonald's for the first time, met people and did things he'd never imagined, saw a dog for the first time, and finally appeared at north moonlight -- an area populated by people just like him. not trans men, but werewolves. with a bit of chin scruff developing, he managed to pass as a cisgender man in this very gender-oriented hierarchy. despite being a big softie, he managed to prove his nerves and become a part of the selene werewolf gang. nobody knows he's trans.

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(this is re-used from the other RP with a few edits. PM me if i need to change anything significant)

 

[xserendipitously]

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Name
Dominique Renee Fletcher

Age
21

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Species
Human

Role
Hunter

Personality
Dominique is an interesting individual. Even though she's a hunter, and a damn good one too, she doesn't like killing without means. She's actually a rather soft-hearted individual and would much rather try to live in harmony with the werewolves and vampires. However, she is also aware that sometimes the difficult thing is the right thing to do.

Dominique is characterized most by her wisdom. She is incredibly smart and careful of her thoughts and words. She's not like most hunters who are often abrasive, extroverted, and act without thought. She spends a good amount of time studying the very creatures she hunts, looking for any possible way to not have to turn to the worst. She's fluent in multiple languages, including Italian, Greek, and Latin, and graduated high school at sixteen. She attended university and got about halfway through a psychology degree with a minor in mythology when her father was killed on a hunt and she was forced to return to figure out how he died.

Despite her intelligence, Dominique is pretty naive when it comes down to emotions. She often lets her emotions control her, even though she is wise and logical. She is very emotionally vulnerable and her emotions can become blinding for her. She knows that her emotions are wrong sometimes or keeping her from her goals, but most of the time she simply cannot help the fact that her emotions and morals are some of the strongest guidelines for her actions.


Background/History
Dominique was born on July 6th. Her father was a hunter and her mother worked as a nurse, two rather contrasting professions. Her father took life while her mother saved it. Dominique grew up knowing that the tales of the supernatural children whispered in the hallways at school were totally real. From a young age, she was purely fascinated with them. Mostly, she wondered why they had to be killed, or "exterminated" like her father said.

When she was nine, she began hounding her father for lessons on hunting. Dominique wanted to know what he did and how. At first, her father was reluctant. He didn't want his little girl to get involved in the horrifying world of monsters. However, her persistence paid off and she eventually began learning the tricks of the trade from her father shortly after her tenth birthday. She showed proficiency but still was never allowed on hunts with her father.

Her mother ended up leaving when Dominique was fifteen. She was tired of the life her husband was leading and pleaded with Dominique to come with her to Florida, where she had purchased a small condo on the beach. Dominique refused and remained with her father. It was also at this time that she began sneaking out and participating on simple hunts on her own, much to her father's dismay. She graduated high school early due to her pure intelligence and got accepted to university on a full ride. It was hard for Dominique to leave home and spent the summer before doing so working closely with her father.

A few years later, Dominique received a phone call in the middle of her third year Greek mythology class that she had never wanted to get. Her father had been killed.

Dominique returned home to deal with the funeral, finances, and legal stuff that came with her father's passing. That is when she decided that she needed to stay and continue his work. She turned her old family home into a hunters-only bar and directory and moved into an apartment.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Katarina Volkov

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Nickname: Kat or Katy
Age: 101, turned at 26
Gender Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Werewolf
Role: Delta, Bartender at Lupa's
Face Claim: Sydney Sierota
Personality:
Katarina Volkov tends to have a kind, yet sarcastically cynical personality. She loves to help others, and has a kind soul. But that doesn't stop her from fighting back or stubbornly standing up for what she believes in. She isn't the type of wolf to blindly follow orders and submit to every will and need of authority figures. So it's a wonder how she became a Delta. She is a bit cold and icy at times, especially when it comes to memories of her past before she joined the pack. Kat tends to bottle vulnerable feelings away, refusing to let anyone else see her weak.

She isn't quick to let down her emotional walls, especially with those she and her pack consider enemies. But, once she care's about someone or something, she would put her life on the line to protect it. Katarina is often found behind the bar, happily lending an attentive ear to anyone who wishes to vent over a drink or two. Most people feel comfortable talking to Kat, and appreciate her unbiased rationale on whatever they have to say. Having a last name that stems from the Russian word for "wolf," Kat embodies both an Australian sweetheart and a Russian mobster through her alcohol tolerance, sharp tongue, and fighting instincts.

Likes: Nature, exploration, tattoos, whiskey, singing, playing guitar, drawing, riding her motorcycle, horror movies, shifting into her wolf form, running, MMA fighting
Dislikes: Coffee, small/tight places, airplanes, boats, and all other vehicles aside from her motorcycle, romantic comedies, thunderstorms

Spoiler: Tattoos

Relationships: Open
Biography:
Katarina was born in the beautiful city of Melbourne, Australia at the end of the first world war. Her father, Igor, had left for war before her mother, Evie, even knew she was pregnant. Unfortunately, the strong and intimidating Russian man had died on the battlefield, and never got the chance to meet his daughter. As the war ended, a new epidemic swept the nation, taking many lives with it. Though the country was in a time of revival, prosperity, and peace, Katarina continued to be unlucky. The Spanish Flu came and took her mother, leaving Katarina to grow up in an orphanage for most of her childhood. By the time Kat was ten years old, she was determined to leave the orphanage behind her. The children there were starved, overworked in daily chores to help fund the orphanage, and regular beaten if they did something wrong. More children died at the orphanage than were adopted, and Kat was not about to be another sacrifice. On her eleventh birthday, Katarina escaped the prison disguised as a charity and took to the streets of Melbourne. At first, Katarina had no idea how to survive. She ate out of trash cans and slept under bridges to survive. Eventually, however, Kat learned that she the only way she could survive was to steal. And so, the teenage girl became a thief.

For over a decade, Katarina practiced and mastered the art of thievery, honing her stealth, agility, and fighting skills. She became one of the most coveted thieves in the city, finding herself lost in the chaos of it all. Patrons would pay her to steal artifacts, incriminating evidence, money, and more all for a high reward. Katarina gained a luxury lifestyle she never expected to have, given the childhood she had survived. But, she let wealth and greed get to her head. When she was 26 years old, Katarina was approached in a bar by a mysterious stranger who seemed to know all about her. He suggested to her the largest reward she had ever been offered, simply for going to a hole-in-the-wall pub and stealing a deed from the safe in the manager's office. Something about the man put her off, but Kat couldn't turn down such a large sum of money for such a seemingly easy job. And so, Katarina agreed. Little did she know that the pub was simply a front for a dangerous wolf pack.

Katarina was successful in her endeavors of stealing the deed for the mysterious man, and he paid her handsomely before disappearing. At the time, Kat didn't realize that she had been tricked, painted as the scapegoat for the crime. The wolf pack was quick to find her and took pleasure in torturing her for information on the mysterious man, whom turned out to be an infamous hunter wanting to take down the pack. But Katarina couldn't answer any of their questions. With one last wolfish bite to the side of her throat, the pack threw her into an alley and left her to die. She had always been a fighter and, somehow lying in a pool of her own blood, fought through the injury and pain to be turned. At first, Katarina had no idea what she was. She spent years as a wolf, running alone and killing, losing pieces of her humanity bit by bit. Kat attracted the attention of the mysterious man once again, who was surprised she had survived. Because of her murderous crimes, he wanted her just as dead as the rest of the wolf pack that turned her. Somehow, she was able to keep herself together, and escaped to Moonlight, Oregon so that the hunter couldn't find her. Stumbling upon the Selene Pack of the North, Kat took the offer to join to protect herself from the man who was hunting her. She doesn't necessarily agree with the wolves, but would rather be protected than dead.

"Mountains hide the wolf as night hides the thief."​

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[MadiRaiCat]

Leonardo Beaumont

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Nickname: Leo
Age: 253, turned at 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Vampire
Role: Sentry, Apathetic Smoker
Face Claim: Matthew Daddario
Personality:
When it comes to this ridiculous feud between vampires and werewolves, Leonardo Beaumont really just doesn't care. He doesn't completely understand the whole territory feud to begin with, and would rather everyone just live together in peace. Sure, the werewolves tend to smell bad and have tempers, but vampires drink blood. Everyone has flaws. Leo is quite laid-back and enjoys being around other people regardless of what species they are. He likes to introduce himself to new people and make friends, generally living his life as though it was one big vacation.

Leo is the type of person who is pragmatic, realistic, and loves to live in the moment. He can live forever, so why waste time worrying about the past or the future? Gaining a bunch of charisma and charm from his time as a noble, one would never describe him as mean or malicious. Leonardo is an open book who wears his heart on his sleeve and really has no filter of any sort. He speaks his mind without care for the consequences. What's the worst that could happen?

Likes: Smoking, drinking, adventure, any activity considered extreme or dangerous, photography, reading, blood cocktails, learning new languages
Dislikes: Pessimism, worrying, stress, arguing, planning, watching TV or movies, alcohol that is too sweet, dancing, being alone
Relationships: Open
Biography:
Leonardo was born a few decades before the fall of feudalism in Champagne, France to Lord Jacques and Lady Cateline Beaumont. As a child of nobility, Leo did not have to perform manual labor and instead was promised the inheritance of his father's tariff. While Leonardo was raised wealthy with servants to wait on him hand and foot, he never became accustomed to that lifestyle. Leo would rather be out running around, helping others, and learning than staying inside listening to his father drone about business and lordship.

As he grew older, Leonardo became very well educated, particularly excelling in learning new languages. By the time he was sixteen years of age, Leo had already mastered French, English, German, Dutch, Greek, and Italian. His desire to know and befriend people from all walks of life fueled this passion. Everyone under his father's rule generally liked Leo, his care-free spirit adding to his charm.

Unfortunately, Leonardo was the exact opposite of his father in terms of personality. Lord Beaumont was an incredibly cruel man. He refused to let his people leave the land, even in the case of an emergency. Jacques worked his people to the pinnacle of exhaustion, and required an enormous amount of goods from them as a tax for farming his land. For these reasons, the people of Beaumont's parcel absolutely despised the man and wished for his death.

By the time Leo had turned eighteen, he had met a lovely woman from a different county in France. His favorite feature of her's was her eyes, so strikingly blue that Leo felt lost at sea every time he looked into them. They became lovers, and Leo was intent on marrying her and making her the lady of the Beaumont's land one day. She, however, refused to marry him, telling Leo that she was no good as a lady because she could not bear him any heirs. Leo did not care about any of that, but he couldn't change her mind.

Soon thereafter, the French Revolution broke out in full force. During the Reign of Terror, the Beaumonts were far from safe. Though Leo was generally liked by the people of his father's lordship, he was still the heir to a cruel lord. This made Leo as well as his parents enemies of the revolution. It didn't take long for the rebels to capture the Beaumonts and order them to be killed at the guillotine. Leo's lover was distraught by the thought of his death, and thus decided to reveal to him her biggest secret. Sneaking into the holding quarters one dark night, she slipped into Leo's cell and sunk her fangs into his neck.

The following morning when Leo had realized what she had done, he was absolutely terrified and thus tried his best to escape. With heightened speed and strength, Leonardo broke from his confinement just in time to watch his parents be murdered at the guillotine. Anymore time wasted, and he would have been next. Still terrified of the woman and his newfound abilities, Leo escaped France for America and spent many years learning to control his abilities and build a new life for himself. Once Leo found the brotherhood of the Sanguis Clan in Moonlight, he felt a sense of belonging. Though he disagrees with the feud between vampires and werewolves, Leo's personality does not allow him to be alone, and so he stuck around.

"Life is one big, proverbial coin toss."​

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[div class=p]personality. Callie is a no holds barred, take no shit kind of girl. Though she is still in the dark about her true past and nature, she senses something has been missing her whole life, and she's determined to find out what it is. When she wants to know or do something or she's got her heart set on something, nothing can stop her.

She's multi-talented, and passionate about alot of things. She'll talk your ear off if you get her excited, though mostly she prefers to let others talk. She's not afraid to jump into things head first, and rarely thinks before she acts. When it comes to others feelings, she will always be honest rather than lie to protect how someone feels.

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[div class=p]brief bio. Callie was actually born in Moonlight. She doesn't remember this because her mother skipped town with her when she was just a baby. Callie's father was a hunter, bred one one of the more well-known hunter families in Moonlight. Her mother didn't want that life for Callie-- she claimed that her daughter deserved a chance at a normal life.

To distract her daughter, and quite possibly herself, Callie's mother threw her into all sorts of extracurricular activities. Sports, dancing, gymnastics, vocal lessons. Callie is quite the jack of all trades, though she never quite found that thing that she was most passionate about. She had friends and her mother, and wasn't that all she needed? But the older she got, the more she felt as though something were missing.

When Callie would inquire about her father, the conversation would reach a dead end. For years, Callie hit a brick wall whenever she asked about him. Callie's mother hoped that she would give up on asking about the man, and for a while, she did. Until he found them. Just showed up at their door one day. Callie had never seen her mother pale so quickly.

He was angry, of course, that it had taken him so long to find them. Angry that she'd hidden the truth from their daughter. Although Callie tried to listen, she couldn't make out much of what her father was saying through the closed door of her mother's bedroom. The next morning, he was gone, but she found a letter under her pillow with an address. She held onto that letter for a long time, never quite able to muster up the nerve to go.

When her mom got sick, she didn't see it coming. Neither of them did. The woman deteriorated quickly, yet still clung to life for a while before finally passing. Callie was an adult, and all alone. So she packed up and headed for the address on the letter, hoping the invitation was still open.

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[Cosmo]

Name
Elijah 'Eli' Hayes

Age
29
"Twenty-Nine and still in a Boy's Only Clubhouse. What have I done with my life?"

Gender
Male
"Now that's just mean. Is it because I shave? Well, I am sorry I don't go all feral with the long hair, beard and lack of personal hygiene."

Sexuality
Heterosexual
"Its a one-sided love."

Species
Werewolf
"The personification of puppy power... No? Okay, so I need to come up with something new for my dating profile then."

Role
Treasurer
"It helps when you're the only one that can count past five."

Personality
"I'm not saying I am amazing... because everyone keeps telling me I'm not."

Sarcastic || Dutiful || Bitter || Simple || Genuine || Stubborn

Eli is one sarcastic guy. He loves to poke fun at people, situations, preconceptions.. whatever he can that will rile people up. Finding and poking buttons is his favorite past time, he loves nothing more then to throw out a witty one-liner or zinger that leaves them red in the face and resorting to childish insults... partly because everything has become a joke to Eli. His childhood, his family, what he is, what they are, this 'gang', the motorcycles they ride on to get attention like sixteen year old girls... All of it is wonderfully hilarious if one squints their eyes hard enough. He isn't much of a fighter, however, so it isn't uncommon for the night to end with his ass getting kicked, but he doesn't let them have the sanctification of shutting him up and will joke even as he is choking on his blood because if he can't hurt them physically, he will attack them mentally. This is probably why he isn't the most popular guy in the pack, no one ever invites him over for a beer for a reason. He is just the treasurer, the glorified accountant, he keeps the investments managed, ensures there is money for liquor and keeps the taxman away... But he does a damn good job at it. Despite how much he mocks and teases, Eli is a devoted man. He throws himself in to whatever he does even if he complains about it to anyone who will listen, and even those who won't. It is the same thing that kept him in town and unable to abandon his mother, or at least, call their bluff in doing so. It is why he came back to a funeral of a man he hated, because he was still his brother and he should be there.. so he was. Eli may insult someone, mock them and everything they care for, but he keeps his word.

His last girlfriend left him after calling him a sad, bitter little man, and she was right. The is a lot of rage and anger inside Eli, chained and locked away, but it still leaks out. It is the source of his sarcasm, that desire to hurt other people in small little ways, by poking their buttons and laughing at them. The irony of how that makes him like his brother and father is not lost upon him and, if anything, only fuels it more. When something good happens, he is suspicious and doesn't trust it, when something bad happens, it merely meets his expectations. Eli is always quick to point and laugh at his own nature because if someone can't laugh at themselves then they are truly lost... although he is sure many other people would prefer it if he just kept his mouth shut all the time. While the other members of the pack may consider him 'fancy' for going to college and thinking he is too good for them, at heart, Eli is a simple guy. He likes simple things likes watching cartoons, sleeping in late and eating way too much greasy food. He never wanted to be rich, as a kid, he dreamed of a small house in the middle of nowhere, just him and a family of his own with no care in the world.. a dream he hasn't had in a long time but still lurks in furthest corners of his heart. The nicest thing anyone can really say about Eli is he is genuine. He is what he is. There is no guile or trickery in him, what they see is what they get. Eli will never pretend to be anything but what he is, in fact, that is a source of a lot of jokes. In a gang full of alpha bravado, he is 'real'. Even if he is a stubborn ass who will not change his mind on anything and will happily get his ass kicked before backing down or admitting he was wrong. For too long did he cower in the shadows of his dad, he won't, ever, do it again.

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"My brother was an asshole. He always was. I see people here crying and thinking back on all the 'good times'. What good times? The time he knocked up Claire in high school then pressured her to get rid of 'the problem'? I remember him laughing on the phone to his friends the next day, all one great joke to Ken. The time he put a guy in the hospital for 'bumping into his bike'? He was an asshole. Just like our fucking dad when he'd come home from his little band of fucking noise making attention whores called bikers for a good ol' round of smacking mom around. Just like dad, he loved being in the pack, he loved being what he was because it gave him power and he loved power. It was probably the only thing he ever did love. The idea of being an 'alpha', out of everything that went through my brother's empty head, why that stuck, I'll never fucking know. What was alpha about our drunkard of a dad? His ability to mount bitches and blow away our rent while rubbing it in our mom's face? Blame the fang that killed him all you want, say he was a good man who only shit gold and pissed craft beer, he was a piece of shit who probably started the fight. He isn't in a better place, if there is a hell, he is in it with dear ol' pops.... Enjoy the food."

Eli comes from a long line of wolves. His father was a wolf, his grandfather, his great grandfather and so on. His bloodline was a part of the gang when it first founded when they left another pack for them for a 'better future'. Things did not quite work out as his ancestors had envisioned. Any prestige to their name was something Eli never saw. His father was a drunkard. More then happy to sit on his laurels and drink himself into a coma at the bar. His mother was a small woman who had long been brow-beaten into submission by his father 'put into her place by a proper alpha'. Eli's younger brother, Ken, had a mean streak a mile long. Despite being a year younger then Eli, he was bigger and loved nothing more then showing it in displays of dominance. Ken was the pride of their father and, in turn, Ken basked in being the favored son. Of having his transgressions looked over, and even, praised. Perhaps his brother would have turned out different if they had better parents, but a moot point. As he was often made the outcast of the family, he started to fully commit to his 'role'. He pointed out the flaws in their lives, how silly the gang on their motorcycles really were... and he pushed his family away as hard as they pushed him. When he was seventeen his father died, there wasn't much even being a werewolf could do when there is a head on collision between a harley and a semi-truck. At his funeral, a closed casket, Eli could barely stand to hear it as everyone talked about how great a man he was. How the world was a lesser place without him. As if he was some great, kind, generous man which was the furthest from the truth as it could possible be. Whenever he tried to say anything, his mother would always place a soft hand on his shoulder and tell him it wasn't right to speak ill of the dead, as if it mattered anymore.

When Eli graduated high school, he defied expectations and went straight to uni accumulating a fair share of student debt to do so. He wanted to be far away from his 'home'. From his brother and the gang of mutts that also called it home. He called his mother once every couple of months, graduated with a degree in business, which he never ended up using, instead choosing to take odd jobs as he moved from state to state, wandering and exploring the nation trying to outrun the memories of his home and of what he was, at least, he tried until his past caught up to him three years ago. He got a call from his mother, which surprised him as he had never given her his new number, and told his brother was dead. Killed by a vampire. He hadn't wanted to go back, had told his mother he wasn't going to the funeral, but a few weeks later, he was back home wearing a rented suit and asked to give a speech about how great his brother was and how much he'd miss him. He gave a speech alright, just not the one he was supposed to give. Eli had planned on ducking out the second the funeral ended but was caught and approached by the 'Big Wolf'. Offered a job as the treasurer, it seemed the gang's finances weren't exactly in the best place and Eli was the closest thing they had that was a member of the 'pack'. He told them to go shove it. But Eli was put in his place quickly when he was told his mother wasn't a part of the gang and never would be. With his brother and father gone, they no longer had any reason to take care of her, to help her with her bills, to watch over her. They could have been bluffing. 'Pack loyalty' ran deep, or at least, it was supposed to, but he wasn't prepared to call that bluff. What other options did he have? He didn't have much money, what he had saved had gone to his brother's funeral, he had no career or career prospective as he had instead drifted from town to town... He couldn't leave his mom alone, not again. His mom... he had hated her at times, how weak she was, how she just rolled over and took the abuse, but she was his mom and she was the source of the few good memories he had of his childhood and at the end of the day, Eli liked to think he was a halfway decent wolf monster... so he agreed to join.​

 

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“sometimes we wear masks so long to hide what we truly feel that those layers become an extra skin, a part of our identity - r.H. sin"

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» BASIC INFORMATION
name: io polaris. meaning moon and north star.
age: looks to be twenty-eight
position: second-in-line. protector
species: vampire. as old as the stars
sexuality: romantic. doesn't have a preference

appearance: she appears young though the woman is much wiser than her appearance reflects as her eyes holds more than that of what one expects. embracing and a shadow that will shroud you in darkness for comfort than fear, her light will help guide you on the right path, maybe even home. though athletic and fit in build with long, slender legs, there seems to be a hint of fragility in the young woman's stature if one were to observe her long enough. she strides in the moment, one to take advantage of everything around her. her ocean blue eyes were once filled with aspirations, dreams, and hope and at certain times, still are. though tiredness seeps through those irises and it's unavoidable, even unattainable to catch her attention if and when she stares into space. when she smiles, an indention of her cheeks or even her chin can be shown and small little wrinkles underneath her eyes can be seen that showcases eternal joy and happiness. echoes of laughter as she leans her head back like a child can still be heard once in a blue moon. articulate and not one to mumble, her voice carries through any room she’s in, with a hint of raspiness and firmness whenever she has to lead others, but, there are many times her accent slips through

» PERSONALITY;
personality: with two names that revolves around the constellations and night sky. she embodies an aura of serenity and tranquility, always wanting nothing more than to feel a sense of belonging. sensitive and emotional, io has maternal instincts, never one to back down from protecting those she loves - caring with all of her heart and being someone's saving grace for support and comfort. stubborn and resilient, io will never back down from what she believes in and will stand up against others, even if it means disagreeing with her own. she will never allow anyone to take responsibilities for her own mistakes and will own up to her own when she is wrong. io, despite being protective of others to the point of putting herself in danger for them, is not as impulsive as one many think. the vampiress thinks before she acts yet can be an unpredictable force. getting her angry and making an enemy out of io is definitely something one shouldn't underestimate from her.

generous and genuine, io has an open-mind and tends to be welcoming to others. she enjoys learning new things and isn't afraid to transfer from a "teacher" to a "student", always ready to tackle new challenges. although she is quite wise and courageous, she worries easily to the point that she may hide her feelings behind a mask, not wanting others to worry about her. io will work to the bone and can be quite a perfectionist when it comes to her duties. she hates bringing others down and being useless, not one to sit and wait - always thinking one step ahead. at the same time, the vampiress may be forgetful without noticing or intending to - her memories are severely reclining and so there may be a lot of sticky notes and/or reminders she keeps on deck.

likes: serenity, being with others and having company, playing piano and singing, learning languages and cultures
dislikes: unnecessary violence, remembering her past, people who hurt her loved ones, loneliness, cycles, technology
strengths: agile, adaptable, open-minded, maternal, martial arts, heightened senses, certified nurse, weapons specialist, tracking and hunting, herbalist
weaknesses: her memories, essential nutrients [ her blood intake may be different than others , less powerful than her siblings ], nightshade, her family and clan, strengths in lifting / carrying

» BIOGRAPHY;
herstory: to uncover io's past, starting from the very beginning would be quite a lengthy story that could take millenias to finish. born between the ice age and the middle ages, io has many past histories with others that would potentially be revealed if she can get her facts straight. despite io's constant need to journal in her life day-to-day, it wouldn't change the fact that her memories are slowly fading in and out. nevertheless, from the moment the young female vampire opened up her eyes, she knew she was different than most. her thirst for blood was off while her fellow brothers and sister's thirst were unsatiated. io was different than her clan as they enjoyed sporting for fun how much kills they can all accomplish in a day [ grass plains filled with wild beast and hunts ]. the young vampiress, at the time, only drank as needed - some thought her as weak, challenging her to become more instinctive and "monstrous" while others avoided her. io enjoyed her life, it was quaint living in the village with the rest of her fellow people and perhaps her love for them kept her humane.

regardless, io doesn't remember much of her past but her unwilling kill will always be etched in her mind: a kill she was not ready for, but wouldn't happen until the thirteenth century. but, despite io's averseness to wanting to use humans for her own "toys" as her siblings would call it, she had an advantage from them: io aged quicker and excelled in what she loved quicker then her siblings, especially when she put her mind to it. io was considered a brilliant and clever vampiress, always learning and experiencing. when push came to shove, she would fall down but got up twice as strong. her loses took a huge toll on her, but when she rose above, io reveled in her achievements.

she was once everything one could possibly imagine from a nomad to handmaiden and from a nurse with a turn-around as a ballerina to singer. her siblings, especially older sister couldn't understand her fascination with humans and remained away from them unless to cause havoc, especially wars. although io could have kept up with her many different talents she was involved in, io would disappear before her popularity got too close, or rather, before anyone got too close to her. nevertheless, her siblings would give her a signal to her to "flee" before they jumped into a situation and decided to take matters into their own hands if situations got sticky or they wanted to "change" the world somehow. know of any tragic wars that were sprung out of nowhere? don't be surprised if it wasn't the kohary clan - dating back to ancient civilization not recorded in history.

although io and her siblings were quite polar opposites, they all cared for each other tremendously. like many siblings, they argued and picked fights, but in the end relied on each other. however, it wasn't until io met him did things take a turn for the worse. her first kill in which a life should have been spared, but alas it wasn't. a memory that will never fade away no matter how much she wanted to rip her heart out and find Nightshade to end her misery. her siblings wouldn't allow it despite the pain of betrayal from him. it took two centuries for io to become stable under the watchful gaze of her siblings.

in the end, time continued forward. io changed her name completely, disregarding her birthname, wanting no connection with it as it only brought painful memories. she and her siblings were closer than ever, a unity, and strong connection was a positive result from what happened many centuries prior with him. to save one life, or to save more than one life was a hard decision, but ultimately, family first, always.

although io and her siblings walked Earth for many centuries, encountered many others like them, the clan found themselves aligning and joining with another. it has been at least five years since io had been in Moonlight while her brothers and sister came and went as they pleased. however, they kept in touch via signals and letters

» MISCELLANEOUS;
important information: io goes by many names, taking on different names depending on the era she was in. however, the one name she keeps close to her heart is her real name: 'chaya koháry' meaning life. not many know of her true name and she prefers to keep it as such. it has only been at least a few generations now in which she's been going by io. the female vampire prefers to be known as "io polaris" - a moniker given to her by someone she cared for very much.

she has two brothers zohar and tohar and one sister noya, all older than her. being the baby of the clan, she is well-protected and watched over. despite many arguments and disagreements on stances of how they see humans and how they want to interact with the humans, io's siblings would take turn to watch over her as she was one of the purebloods who found fascination with mortals yet in the end, it was her downfall. zohar and tohar found themselves intrigued in the other aspects of the world: the supernatural side while Noya went about and did her own thing, finding entertainment wherever she could and leaving destruction and chaos as she left.

being immortal has taken a toll on io’s mentality and sanity — there’s a time and place for everything and there’s one month out of the year ( she would take two months but doesn’t trust her clan enough to take care of themselves without her worrying about them all the time ) in which she disappears to mourn and rid herself of her negative instability and it’s the one month out of the year she allows herself to face her past with her siblings.

note: don’t be surprised if she accidentally calls you by another name or she is reminded of a past acquaintance she’s met. at the same time, she may use phrases such as “in my day” , “back in the day”, “young grasshopper”, and other slang and words used throughout history

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[Stardust Galaxy]

BASICS

Name: Juliette Gallagher
Nicknames: Jules
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species Werewolf
Role Innocent

APPEARANCE

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 121 lbs
Eye Color:Blue
Hair Color:Brunette

PERSONA

Likes: Watching the stars, books, the rain
Dislikes: Cold weather, being alone, the rivalry between vampires and werewolves
Strengths: Romantic, Loyal, Charming
Weaknesses: Naive, Clumsy, Emotional

Juliette is a calm and charming girl, she likes to get along with everyone and make everyone being happy, she thinks that everyone is good not caring where they came from or who they are. She would prefer the werewolves to get along with the vampires rather than having them fight with each other so often.
She thinks there's a way for the rivalry to come to an end even if everyone thinks that's just a dumb idea.
Julietter is not really interest in the gang, but she is there because is the closest she has to have a family she would rather prefer just living a peaceful life and find love rather than hurting someone without a reason.

BIOGRAPHY

All the memories that Juliette have always had involved the gang somehow, she can't remember a time where they weren't part of her life and they became the family that she never had, besides of her older brother, who was the one that took care of her since she didn't have record of who her parents were or if she even have got the chance to meet them at some point.
While her brother was involved with the gang Juliette just wanted to have a normal life, make friends, have fun, find love instead of risking her life riding a motorcycle. So sometimes she felt like an outcast for being the way she was and thought that no one really liked her except for her brother.
But it wasn't until she was 15 that she knew what really meant to be alone when she found out that her brother was murdered, she couldn't believe that the person that was supposed to protect her was gone, she felt insecure and lost not knowing what to do, she wanted to leave and forget the place that brought so many memories to her, but at the same time she was scared of being on her own.
So she decided to stay with the gang and somehow found the way to toughen up so she could survive with them, but still she was against the idea of violence and see people get hurt, so she kept those thougths to herself. Even if she wanted to seem like a strong girl she was still the same girl that just wanted everyone to be happy and for her to have a nice and simple life.

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[JayeTheKat]

Nyaja Lu'ai Cooper​

“regardless of the situation, no matter how hopeless the outcome may be. i will never quit, and i will never back down. do not trifle with me."

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"everyone has an inner wolf. some ignore it, and some embrace it."

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name: nyaja lu'ai cooper
age: 210 :|: looks 24
position: alpha
species: werewolf
sexuality: bisexual
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personality: Nyaja is still relatively young for a werewolf, but that doesn't stop her from giving off a powerful vibe. Her courage and determination is immense, and she's not easily scared away. She's stubborn and hardly gives up until she either gets her way, or a solution is found. This doesn't mean she's absolutely reckless, though. The pack is the most important thing to her so she's always got their best interests in mind. She consults her closest members for every move, and even the entire pack at times.

While one wouldn't be able to tell from her outward attitude when outside of the pack, Nyaja is actually quite fun to be around when she's not busy. Though it's rare, she takes every chance she gets to spend time with all of her pack members, to build that sense of family. That's what they are to her anyway. She's been known to flirt here and there with literally everyone, and loves to bake. There's usually some kind of baked treat around for the werewolves to enjoy. It's one of her ways to relax.

To say that Nyaja isn't a fan of humans would be an understatement. She knows to tolerate them, as the very least, but she can't trust any human. The vampire portion of Moonlight's growing population is a little easier for the young alpha to handle, being as she grew up learning the inner workings of the relationship between the pack and the clan from her 'parents'.

likes: the pack, baking, the moon, flirting
dislikes: humans, summertime heat, spicy foods, coffee

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biography:
herstory: Nyaja has always been pure wolf, even starting as a small child. She was not born to the people she calls her 'parents', the original alpha of the Selene Pack and his partner, but is their adopted daughter. Biologically she is descended from the alpha line of the pack her 'parents' belonged to, as Betas no less, before coming to Moonlight. The pair's only child at the time was their son, who was killed by a hunter. After a long while of talking and decisions, her biological parents gave their youngest daughter Nyaja, age 5 at the time, to the pair to care for as their own child. Why they decided to do this is still unknown, and it doesn't really matter. What does matter is that the pair loved Nyaja and she loved them, once she got over it.

When the pair and their adopted daughter moved to Moonlight shortly after the towns founding, the young wolf was about 10. The next many years after that were spent learning how to control her wolf and how to lead. She quite literally grew up with the Selene pack and was raised to become the next alpha. She saw the coming and going of many wolves, and is no stranger, obviously, to the more covert activities of the pack. Her father, the original alpha, was a strict man who held a lot of power. He got things done and was not afraid of a challenge. Her mother, the 'luna' or mate of the alpha, held just as much power as her fahter, but knew how to be more gentle. Together, they lead Selene to what it is today, and raised Nyaja to fit what they felt would be the best future for her.

When the time came, her parents decided to pass on the ropes to Nyaja and retired. They actually moved away from Moonlight to some werewolf friendly place in a warm, sunny state. Can't say she blames them. That was about 5 years ago, and ever since Nyaja's been settling into her role of alpha. Her close relationship with the beta her parents promoted has definitely helped her out, as she relies on him when she's having trouble. Still inexperienced, she not as confident inwardly as she lets on, but she doesn't let it show to many other than the beta. Overall, she doesn't have the worst history ever.

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[Azure-Smiley]

Eric 'Abel' Black

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Name: Eric 'Abel' Black
Nickname: Eric or Abel
Age Appearance: 29
Role: Beta | Security at the Casino | Self-Appointed Neighborhood Watch? |
Face Claim: Tyler Durden
Personality:
A man known for his harsh personality and open participation in the more questionable Northside activities, those outside the family may have found Eric's die-hard loyalty to the pack paradoxical. The way he treats those in his 'Family' is a polar opposite in regards to how that outside of it are treated. While his behavior is more akin to a militaristic duty than an outspoken declaration of compassion to his family, his often crass social interactions with those outside of it lend creed to his aloof if not plain aggressive nature. Otherwise, he does his best to remain a reliable member of the family to those in the ranks below him and while he may claim to be socially educated his 'book smarts' are less than worthwhile.

Opinionated, critical, with a weak spot for the underdog, stranger, and friend alike. He holds a general disregard for what is considered acceptable in his own moral code, whether it was hard work or crime if it was beneficial for the pack it was good to go. The only actions that are unquestionable to him, regardless of opinion, is that which comes from the Alpha. He isn't the type of man to apologize but instead, he may go out of his way to make up for transgressions against those close to him. He'll recognize his mistakes but the words ' I'm Sorry ' are often more of an effort to coax out than they are worth. Minor spats with Eric may be more common than even he would like, but he is quick to forgive and faster to forget.

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Likes: Shenanigans. Gambling. Brawling. Sports. Drinking. Smoking. ^{*Loses his mind for the holidays?*}. Instigating. Smart Assery. The Underdogs. Rough Housing. The Rain. Family Growth. Pigging out. Loyalty. Cooking.
Dislikes: Behaving. Strangers. Mornings. The South.. just in general. Bullies without reason. Grudges. Apologies. Personal Commitment. Sugarcoating. Any and all Vegetables.
Relationships: Open
Biography:
Life before the pack is little more than a simple memory forged long in the past and his place in the world was even more questionable than now. Poverty played a vital role in his self maintained upbringing and this pushed him to adapt to a time where his existence had little impact on the ongoings of history. The family he remembers from that time thought it best to cut their losses and that statistic included him, regardless of blood. Clueless on how to thrive it was either sheer luck or pure ignorance that he began the practice of becoming a convincing charlatan. The metaphorical hat he wore was easily changed and with a few convincing stories made up on the spot and a practiced talent of lying he built up a sturdy foundation to survive. Medicine man, informant, soldier, gambler or religious voice he did his best to use those around him and kept a nomadic pattern across his homeland that changed his name as often as his profession.

The details leading up to the attack on him are vague, perhaps he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He remembers the searing on his flesh and the blood drying against his skin, the flash of teeth and sickening noises of death looming over him. Freedom. Uncomprehensible were the changes that followed his near-death experience yet he found comfort in the furred and clawed form he grew into and it wasn't long later in his life he learned the value of a pack. They provided guidance, knowledge, and order to his otherwise aimless life. He was fated to arrive in Moonlight whether he knew it or not, connections between packs and his loyalty to the leaders unwavering. He witnessed the settling of their haven, Moonlight and adapted into the northern culture as a devoted member. With time he has watched the growth of their pack and was elevated to the position of Beta. Currently working as security within the Casino Eric take pride in his overall vigilanty-esque guard over their territory.

"I'll be a bad guy for a good reason."

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[calypso]

Celestine Auger​

Name: Celestine Auger

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual [She recently just broke up her long-time girlfriend, and is now romantically distant. Perhaps a warm body with no stings attached will do her good.]

Species: Werewolf

Role: Lone Wolf [Refused to join the pack.]

Appearance: Standing at a slim 5'7 and 126 lbs, Celestine is the definition of 'class.' Despite being only twenty four, her hair is a snow white shade. It still appears healthy however, and her dark brown eyebrows indicate that she dyes her hair this color. With fair skin and golden eyes, she's surely a looker for most men and women alike. Plump lips beckon her patients forward with coy smiles, while her perfectly trimmed nails tap lightly on the table. Even her eyelashes are the perfect length, brushing against her cheeks whenever she shyly looks down. Still, there's something off about the way she looks. Her make-up is flawless, but maybe the woman just enjoys looking nice. It isn't a crime to want to be pretty!

But the foundation can only hide the clear lines on her cheeks so well. Whatever's under the make-up must not be that pretty.

Personality:
Celestine is an enigma to most, but for all the wrong reasons. Kind and intelligent on the outside, many wonder if there's more underneath the surface. Psychologists often get a bad rep for being creepy, and though Celestine isn't outwardly 'odd' to most, her mannerisms can turn people away. In hopes to help others deal with mental illnesses and trauma, she's pushed away her own emotions into a sealed vault. Of course, that can't end well for anyone. Baggage doesn't tend to stay hidden, and she knows that better than anyone else. But what kind of psychologist would she be if she was blubbering and crying to her patients? A terrible one, that's what.

Background/History: Learning about Celestine is a challenge that not many wish to take up. Her polite demeanor suggests that if one wishes to dig, it'd end up being their own grave. There are too many questions and hardly enough answers.

Where are you from, Celestine?
Oh, somewhere in America. I just loved the weather here more.

How did you end up at your job?
It doesn't matter too much if I'm good at it, right?

How did you get turned, Celestine?
I think it's time that you got going.

But shouldn't you be in the pack?

"You really should be heading home now."

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[Athens]

• Romeo Ciar
• Morgan Ciar

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  Romeo Ciar
  “If, and when, I choose to... I'll bite hard just for you."​

  
  

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  basic information:
  name: romeo joel ciar
  nickname: stake
  age: 27 (turned at 21)
  gender: cis-gender male
  sexuality: bisexual
  species: vampire
  role: fledgling
  
  appearance:
  fc: benjamin wadsworth
  hair: wavy, dark brown
  eyes: dark brown
  weight: 145 lbs
  height: 5'9"
  body type: lean, toned
  piercings/tattoos/scars: pale, faded scar across the bridge of his nose from childhood that he got from his sister
  distinguishing features: his smug smile & the birthmark on his left sternum that matches his sister's
  

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  persona:
  Romeo typically craves human interaction but can also be rather fickle; he's never been a particularly considerate person. His stance towards most things is neutral if he's never directly involved. This is his means of keeping himself out of the cross fires if he can help it. Growing up in a family trained to be hunters has left Romeo with not only a rather morbid outlook on life but an occasional disconnect with those around him empathy wise. He's a spoiled rich boy with a great love for material things and a need to flaunt it. Not to mention, that his status has left him with a thrill for doing whatever he can get away with before getting caught. Unlike his family, Romeo has never been strong in the belief that the supernatural is a threat to be eradicated. If they're not murdering civilians, what should it matter to him? Romeo's relationships with others are complicated... He has a habit of unintentional saying something rude or insensitive due to the broken filter between his mouth and brain, but he truly cares for those he devotes his time; he'll look out for them even when things get patchy.
  vices: -uninhibited, -vain, -promiscuous, -volatile, -resentful, -morbid virtues: -playful, -independent, -efficient, -affectionate, -crafty, -quick-witted
  likes: mischief, fleeting romances, expensive items, small talk, dogs, pretty eyes
  dislikes: being made lesser, accusations, begging, bars, early mornings, empty words
  hobbies: learning, socializing, toying with people, playing darts, "drinking", hiking
  quirks: he's stuck himself on more than one occasion with his impulsive lip biting

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  biography:
  history: As is the typical equation when you add siblings + family business, Romeo and his twin sister never saw eye-to-eye on the family hunting business. Romeo didn't want to spend his entire life chasing after the supernatural and keeping them in line and he knew his sister felt the same. The only difference in the two was that Morgan felt some twisted obligation to continue the family business thanks to the manipulations of his father and grandparents since childhood. It began with fear-mongering in the form of cautionary fairy tales about the supernatural, then it was lecturing during their training about how humans couldn't protect themselves; they don't the training you do. Finally, it turned to outright guilt-tripping whenever Morgan or Romeo showed interest in any life path that wasn't being a hunter and how this was their family legacy; for as long as the supernaturals had threatened the livelihood of humans the Ciar bloodline had been right there keeping the murderous creatures at bay. How could they sit back and watch it die?
  
  Romeo grew sick of it and went off to the local college once he graduated high school to get away for a bit. Maybe it was karma that after he rejected the family business, he got bit by a vampire in a shady bar while celebrating a friend's birthday. It was clear that the vampire didn't known he was a child of hunter family. What vampire with any common sense would bite a trained hunter? After the initial shock wore off a couple days later, Romeo began to panic as the changes began to occur. Going to his family wasn't an option. What if his grandparents were still in town? They'd shoot him on sight. He couldn't be sure his parents wouldn't do the same... He didn't want to die; Especially not facing down the barrel of his own blood. But Romeo wasn't equipped to handle transform into a fledgling vampire by himself so he did the only thing he could thing of... He went to the Sanguis vampire clan to help him with his transition and be his protection. It's been 6 years since Romeo was turned and although he is apart of the clan now, he is still only a fledgling that needs to be watched and his ties to one of the oldest hunter clans in Moonlight makes the scrutiny on him even heavier.

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  Morgan Ciar
  “You can't imagine what it's like to be a twin and know that one of you will never look a day over 21..."​

  
  

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  basic information:
  name: morgan blair ciar
  nickname: silver
  age: 27
  gender: cis-gender female
  sexuality: fluid species: human
  role: hunter
  
  appearance:
  fc: jade tailor
  hair: curly, dark brown eyes: light green weight: 120lbs
  height: 5'7"
  body type: slim, lengthy
  piercings/tattoos/scars: raised gash along the length of her bicep and a hoop nose piercing
  distinguishing features: her eyes, the birthmark on her left sternum that matches her brother's
  

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  persona:
  Morgan has spent the 21 years of her life being a twin, and as such, she's used to doing for someone else before herself as the older twin. She doesn't really know how to do for herself and gets defensive whenever someone points it out. She can get a get caustic or severe when it comes to her profession as a hunter and someone getting in her way, but on the flip side she tends to make (horrible) offhand jokes about her profession on a regular basis that others sometimes do or don't pick up on.. Outside of family, Morgan doesn't really go out of her way to connect with people unless they provide something for her that she believes she can't obtain by her lonesome -like social skills. Questions about the hunter side of her life tend to drive her the wrong way along with her authority/judgement being challenged. Tempers have always run in the Ciar family, and although Morgan has hers more under control than say, her father or her brother. On the bad days, the simplest things can make her irrationally angry.
  likes: horror films, bars, exercising, venting, late nights, coffee
  dislikes: cockiness, fighting, killing, supernaturals (it's complicated), mornings, birds
  vices: snippy/closed off, drinker, defensive, argumentative, suspicious, sarcastic, sensitive
  virtues: -merciful, meticulous, patient, humorous, -explorer, conscientious
  hobbies: investigating, marksmanship practice, sketching, crafting weapons, playing soccer, swimming
  quirks: she immediately goes into fighting stance when hearing approaching footsteps or voices, she's a nail-biter, when angry everyone becomes "pal" or "buddy"

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  biography:
  history: Morgan has been an over-achiever since childhood. In training with her brother, she was the twin who studied longer, fought harder, and won all the fights, but instead of getting praise she was frequently lectured by her parents on her sensitivity. She was too emotional, too angry. She needed to control herself and lead with her head not her feelings if she were to be a leader in the family business. It was ironic, really... It was ironic that she worked so hard to be exceptional in a business she never wanted to be apart of her life because she wanted to please her family. Her parents always put so much emphasis on how this was a legacy going back centuries and that it was her and her brother's duty to keep it alive -even if their uncle was already successfully doing the same with his kids outside of Moonlight. And so Morgan continued to train and learn the ways of being a hunter, accepting that this was to be her fate; her brother running off to college just helped to seal the deal.
  
  After graduating early from high school (she was an overachiever in all aspects) and forgoing applying to college, Morgan became a hunter full time, and a damn good one... But with the more exceptional Morgan became as a hunter, the more it began to mess with her head... She found no pride in being a good killer. Her parents preached all these meaningless words about how being a hunter was for the good of humanity, and how they were protecting the innocent and defenseless, but Morgan's teen moral compass protested that killing in itself was wrong no matter what it was done for. Sure, she'd killed supernaturals who had murdered -part of her agreed that it was the right thing to do, but on the other hand, what about those her father had her kill who had done nothing but "appear" a threat. How could she, in any good sense, find comfort in being a killer when she felt that not all of the creatures... people she killed deserved it? Because of her conflicted feelings, Morgan put a pause on her frequent hunting and took to drowning her feelings however she could until she was successfully numb enough to head back to the daily grind. The only thing that stopped her more destructive behaviors from becoming a habit was when her brother returned to town and she found out about what happened to him. Following Romeo's new lifestyle, Morgan stopped being a hunter altogether for the first 3 years and became a drinker instead as she suffered through nonstop arguments between her parents and all the other sides of her family when they found out too. Never in the history of the Ciar family had one of their own been turned -or at least lived to tell the tale.
  
  After the third year, Morgan's father forced her back to work (with strict directions to not speak or associate with her brother -if they didn't interact with him, then they wouldn't have to address what to do with him-) and it was like she'd never left. Morgan was still as exceptional as ever, but with a new taste for a stiff drink and more morally conflicted with how she went about things. Against her father's wishes, she became more merciful with how she dealt with the supernatural rather than kill then and ask questions later; if her judgement proved to be wrong then the consequences were on her hands and she'd handle it immediately.

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[Twin Fantasy]

[div class=cont] [div class=hold] [div class=image][div class=page][div class=top][div class=thing][/div] [div class=pos][div class=d1]verizon [/div].............................................[div class=d2]78% [/div][/div][/div] [div class=bottom][div class=num]7:49[/div]
saturday, january 26, 2019[/div] [div class=rhold][div class=fakr][/div] [div class=sop] [div class=back][div class=img][/div][/div][div class=arrow]rosalyn[/div][div class=rel][/div] [div class=stats][div class=overflow][div class=o][div class=scroll] [div class=firstword]full name[/div] rosalyn walsh
[div class=firstword]alias[/div] ros
[div class=firstword]age[/div] 25
[div class=firstword]birthday[/div] june 14th
[div class=firstword]gender[/div] female
[div class=firstword]species[/div] halfling vampire
[div class=firstword]role[/div] fledgling

[div class=firstword]sexuality[/div] bisexual[/div][/div][div class=o][div class=scroll] [/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div] [div class=film][/div] [div class=2hold] [div class=cont2][div class=bg][div class=border][div class=pic][/div][/div] [div class=user]@1000roses[/div][/div] [div class=pers][div class=overflow style="width: 105%"] [div class=photo][/div]__.___[div class=photo style="background-image: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/26/86/b5/2686b53f79adc176a15320dbc57c58a3.jpg); background-size: 110%"][/div]

[div class=box] [div class=v]personality[/div] Being half-human and half-vampire isn't easy. Not scorched by the sun, but rather, mildly irritated by it. Garlic bread causes headaches, and your sleep schedule gets out of whack. Just ask Ros. Her two default states are "sleepy" and "horny". Maybe if you catch her on a good day she'll be enthusing about birds, which she drinks from, stuffs and collects. She's considered an outlier from the community of vampires in Moonlight for a whole laundry list of reasons, namely her human genes and a complete lack of grace or subtlety. Rather than being a sensual, dark, or imposing person, she's more of a staggering mess with an alcohol problem and an inability to sleep properly.

Though she lacks energy most of the time, she makes up for it with immense personality. Sarcastic, surreal and strange, Ros proudly marches to the beat of her own drum without any interest in the opinions of others. This is as much a pro as it is a con. Oftentimes she can be blunt, harsh, and hard to make sense of. Her unpredictability makes her an asset and a detriment. Generally speaking she prefers to function as a lone unit, as it means she can do what she wants without having to explain herself to others, not to mention she's not entirely comfortable with being social. She's a bit of a hermit, rarely coming out of her small home unless summoned, where she shoots birds of all sorts with a hunting rifle, sucks out the blood, and then converts their bodies into taxidermy pieces.

While she's not particularly book-smart, or socially intelligent, she does have an interesting and often brand-new way of viewing the world. Her ingenuity is sought after at times, and she's often seen as a good second opinion. She's not particularly soft or friendly, but gets on decently enough with others who don't completely treat her like garbage. She only really befriends people who share interests with her, and frequents an online bird forum despite not owning a bird. (Not that she hasn't considered it.)

LIKES
+ Flowers
+ Rain
+ Naps
+ Birds
+ Screwing

DISLIKES
- Politics
- Sports
- Root beer
- Scented candles and other weird-smelling bullshit
- Summer [/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=cont3][div class=title]biography ![/div] [div class=rop][div class=line][/div]...[div class=line][/div]............................[div class=line][/div]...[div class=line][/div][/div] [div class=box2][div class=overflow]Rosalyn was born to a single father, Terrell Walsh, several hundred miles outside of Moonlight. Her father was a good man, though not a wealthy one. He loved his daughter as well as he could, sent her to school, fed her, did as best he could to make Ros' life comfortable. In spite of this, there was something neither of them really knew. Her mother, whose name Terrell had long since forgotten, was actually a vampire.

Terrell noticed strange things about his daughter quite soon. She had poor eyesight, (a genetic foible related to vampiric sight in light) she was constantly sleepy, and her teeth looked like little fangs. Taking her to a doctor, there seemed to be nothing wrong with her. Then she bit the doctor, and they got kicked out.

Rosalyn's "condition" only became worse. On a nice rainy day walk, a local Christian mother screamed at the two, claiming Ros was a demon who drank her son's blood. Though there was no way of proving Ros had done it, there was no denying that the kid had in fact lost a lot of blood through the neck. Uncertain what to do, Terrell hit the web and came up with one answer: Vampirism. It seemed improbable, but then again, her mother was pretty bitey... Regardless, they could no longer stay in their little hometown. Not when Ros attended school with that kid.

They moved once when she was 13. In her first year of high school, Ros made out with a girl who had a silver tongue piercing and ended up torching the inside of her mouth. They moved again when she was 15. Terrell finally confessed it -- he suspected his daughter was half-vampire. Ros thought he was insane, so they attempted to get in contact with her birth mother. A "lady of the night" in more ways than one. Her name was Viola Crinamorte, and she would often seduce men to feed off of them. However, she took at least temporary pity on Terrell, and paid the price by bearing his child. She'd disappeared as soon as Ros was born, with no interest in caring for a child of any sort.

Now knowing her heritage, Ros wasn't entirely sure what to do. She moved out of her father's house and didn't attend college, before finding the small town of Moonlight, apparently a hotbed of supernatural activity. In a state of intrigue, she decided she'd work this vampire thing for all it was worth -- she'd join their ranks and give her father the life he never had. Of course, it took years before they even considered accepting her. 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[Abendrot]

Edwin Abington

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“Hwa eart þu?
Hwa eart þu, cunn ic ne witan.
Hwæt is þie weræld for þū?
Hu fela drēogaþ þer werældes?
Ic sprece, ic sprece,
Ac nemann sceall hlysnan"

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» BASIC INFORMATION
Birth name:"Eadwine"
Mortal Alias: "Edwin Abington"
Age: 1179 (Embraced at 32)
Birthday: 839-09-15
Birthplace: Middeslburh (Middlesbrough), Kingdom of Northumbria
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Position: Prelate

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height | Weight: 5′ 7″ | 121 lbs
Skin: Pale
Face Claim Jamie Bell

» PERSONALITY;
Note: A lackadaisical fop would best categorize Edwin at face value. But over the course of years, he's become a man of pretense, having learned to wear masks and to portray whatever personality was required of him. He treats each part as though it were written especially for him, be it a ruthless hunter or a carefree socialite. Outwardly, nothing ever seems to phase the man. Inwardly, all is compartmentalized to be dealt with later if at all. A smile upon his lips, a bit of wit spoken for all to hear; this is the Edwin that most see and will ever know.

Yet beneath the outer layers, dwelling deep within the mantle, is a man with an impressive acumen, one who rarely acts without weighing the potential benefits and drawbacks. Therein lies a sense of overthinking when it comes to interacting with others. He tries to anticipate their motives and the moves they may make, which makes him slow to hand out trust.

If one were to pick further at his finer traits, they would see a man left cynical by centuries of unlife. He is arbitrary, finding no value in justice itself if it holds no benefit to him or the coven. He is driven, thorough, and relentless in his work, which leaves him deprived of the more compassionate side of life more often than not. And, when put into a corner that he cannot escape, Edwin's true colors tell of greed, thirst, and selfishness, but of course, reaching that point is rare for him.

But even though Edwin has his fair share of flaws, it does not make him incapable of being truly friendly. In company of those that are like-minded, or those that share in his ambitious nature, he finds himself drawn to a more likable state. If one can engage him with intellectual, artistic dialogue, one might find that he is not nearly as vain and dandified as he portrays himself to be.


» BIOGRAPHY;
Eadwine, first son of Leofric Ealdorman of Middelsburh, was born after three long years of struggle and prayer in the middle days of September 839. A strong, healthy boy, Eadwine had his father's wavy brown hair and his mother's blue eyes. Growing up the son of a rich landowner, Eadwine wanted for little. He was taught to read, write, and speak properly; he also learned practical arithmetic, geography, local and world history, basic close-combat skills, and -- at his tutor's insistence -- music.

When Eadwine was nineteen, his father allowed him to travel and gain an understanding of the world at large. Almost two years later he returned home, having married the daughter of a wealthy Thane from Wessex. Ceolwynn had swept him off his feet, and his parents were pleased that he had married for love. Not a year of marriage had passed before their first son, Godric, was born. Eadwine doted on his wife and son, and Leofric was ecstatic to have a grandchild. Those years were the happiest he had known.

Then the Danes began raging in the east, and the King called on the forces Middelsburh. Leofric would lead Middelsburh's soldiers to war, and Eadwine marched with them, unaware that he'd never see his wife or his son alive again. The heathens decimated the Saxon army at Eoferwic; Eadwine was wounded, his father killed. He was captured, imprisoned, and sailed back to Denmark to be enthralled.

When they made land, he was sold off to a man in his middle years who Eadwine supposed was kind, compared to his other countrymen. Yet he found those first few years to be hell. He was initially put through a rigourous test of his strengths and weaknesses so that his new 'Master' could decide where best to place Eadwine among his staff. His rebellious spirit reared it's head during those weeks and caused no end of trouble, getting him shackled and punished more often than not. But Eadwine's master had no intention of breaking his newest thrall's spirit, at least not ideally. After three long years, the man professed his fascination with Eadwine's resilience despite everything that's been inflicted unto him.

And for that, he was given immortality through life as a vampire.

» MISCELLANEOUS;
Likes:
. Blood
. Classical Music
. Night time
. Photography
. Hunting
. Rain
. Chess

Dislikes:
. The Sun
. Cigarette smoke
. Loud noises
. Strong smells
. Untidiness
. Overreactions
. Boring people

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[Cosmo]

Name
Vahid Kasra

Age
29

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Species
Vampire

Role
Doyen

Appearance

Personality
Eloquent || Reserved || Melancholic || Proud || Tired

As befitting a vampire of his age and standing, Vahid is a very eloquent man. He is always polite, dresses to impress and moves with purpose. He is a very well spoken vampire although, at times, his verbiage can be extremely dated and he has little patience for the hustle and bustle of the modern era. Vahid has never had trouble convincing others to see his side of things or to follow along in his footsteps with but a word and a gentle push. An intelligent man, Vahid has walked through the eras of mankind with a light touch and soft footsteps and isn't one to draw attention to himself. He is more then happy to sit in the shadows and let others lead with, of course, helpful guidance from himself. But, despite his charm, Vahid is a reserved man. He is not as open or flamboyant as the other vampires, he does not indulge in orgies of bloody violence, flaunt his immortality as he lives to the fullest and other such pedantic flights of fancy that his vampiric brethren are known to have. He likes his privacy, enjoys the solitude even if, at times, it feels like it is suffocating him. He keeps the family at an arms length, allowing them no closer then he must because he has done this song and dance throughout the ages. People die, people change, people leave, there is no reason to invite more pain into one's life then is necessary as, sooner or later, the mind breaks regardless of if that mind belongs to a mortal or immortal.

It is a sad truth, but a truth nonetheless, and Vahid's mind is no different. He has started to become more and more infected with bouts of melancholy. At times, he will forget where he is and, instead, be somewhere else. Somewhere long ago when things were simpler and he happier. He will remember the faces of people he hasn't seen in ages, the smells of a lost love's hair that leaves him holding nothing but air... and it is not uncommon for him to call someone by another name especially if they remind him of someone from long ago. It seems like it is only getting worse as if his mind is just as tired as his body and wants to call it quits, a rope that has long been stretched to its limit and is waiting to snap. Vahid isn't a fool, he knows he should get out more, try to create new memories to ease the old ones, perhaps, even get help but that will never happen because he is a proud old goat. He'd rather sit in the darkness alone, haunted by memories of the past then every admit he needs help. It just wasn't the way things were done and it doesn't matter what changes in the world, somethings inside will always remain inside. Above all else, Vahid is tired. He often wonders what the point of it all is and has trouble getting himself out of bed or off a chair because he just can't muster the will to do so anymore. He is going through the motions of life, drinking when he is hungry, sleeping when he is tired, but there isn't more to him then that anymore. No love, no ambition, no happiness, just.. a man doing what is expected until the day he can stop moving. It will be a relief when the hunters finally come for him.

Background/History
Vahid is old. Old enough to have seen the fall of the Persian Empire and the short lasted reign of the young conqueror that defeated the decaying husk it used to be. To see the rise of the Roman Republic, and later Empire, that would stretch across the known world. Old enough to have visited the far east and all its splendor only to return to see the same decay that felled the Persians befall the Romans. The rise of the Christians and the advancement of the Caliphates. The Crusades and Jihads. The rise of the British Empire and the empire that sun never set upon. The World Wars and the weaponry humanity could create, weaponry that put to shame the powers of vampires and werewolves alike... Vahid is very old.

It was in the Americas that he found his home. A place to settle down, a New World. A place for new beginnings and to escape the mistakes of the past, mistakes that lurk just beyond the dark borders of his mind and haunts the ocean of memory. One memory in particular, Violet. The French baker he had fallen in love with. He had been a fool for only a fool falls in love, but she had been sweet, ready and willing to help anyone who came by her because it was the right thing to do. 'Because it was the right thing to do', a concept so often thrown out but never followed. Yet, she did it. She was no great beauty, she was a woman someone could pass by on the street and never look twice at, but something about her green eyes and freckle kissed face framed by wheat colored hair lured him in and never let go. Vahid, better then anyone else, knew what he was. They make look human, may feel human, but vampires were monsters. There was a beast that lurked just beneath the skin and it was hungry, always hungry, but despite that, despite all the warnings that experience and logic blared into his mind, he allowed himself this one moment of weakness. It made him happy, happier then he had any right to be, but it was never to last.

In the old days, wars between Vampires wasn't uncommon. Egos had a way of building as did power, place two such beings with two much of both close enough and violence is inevitable. Vahid was involved in one such war, a war that, in his arrogance, he thought would be over quickly, after all, his opponent was nothing more then some upstart from Lombardy. He was ambushed by a group of vampires, individually, they were little match to the older vampire, but together? Well, numbers had a quality of their own. They didn't kill him, no, that would be too easy. Why kill an opponent when they can be broken? Paraded around as a message to all others. So, he was imprisoned. Days turned to weeks and weeks to months. The beast underneath the flesh clawed and howled for blood. He was more beast then man, but perhaps that is the reality of the Vampire, the mask that covers the beast so fragile and weak, ready to be shed off when dire times arrive. Time lost all meaning, but finally, something happened. It was hard to say what, the world was seen through a red haze, sounds echoing, distorted as if traveling through a tunnel, but he smelt it. The blood that was so close, the frightened beating of a heart that sent blood pulsing through the body. When the door opened, Vahid pounced and fed. It was a wondrous feeling, the beast satiated at last, sanity and control returning, but as the haze lifted, what he saw was so much worse. His little baker, her eyes glazed over, so small and pale in his arms, the lips he had dreamed about half open in a scream that never made it out. For the first time since being locked up, from being treated and becoming an animal, Vahid screamed.

His life became hate. He lived for nothing but vengeance, Vahid claimed it was for her, but it wasn't. He had killed her, he just couldn't face that fact. So, he channeled the pain and sadness into anger, sharpening it into a blade he dared not turn against himself and began to hunt. He hunted the vampires that did this, it didn't matter to him if they were unaware of what happened or had little, to no, connection to what happened. They had to die if only in an attempt to bury the hole in his soul with their bodies. A decade of blood followed as he stalked the night, but one day, as he lay wounded in the street, looking up at the moon ahead, he weeped. For he had finished his hunt and there hadn't been enough bodies to fill the hole and there never would be. He had nothing and was nothing... As if a sign from the heavens, or more likely somewhere fall beneath, he found a letter, a letter offering a position at a colony in the New World. A new life, it said, a new world. Grabbing at the last chance for... anything, Vahid took it and traveled west.

For a long time, longer then he'd care to admit or remember, Vahid lost himself in the Canadian wilderness. Isolation does funny things to a mind as old as his... but it felt right. A righteous imprisonment in the wilds for the beast. For over a century, he enjoyed this solitude... Until he could enjoy it no longer. Vampires had also come to the New World and, just like in the Old, they were making a mess of things. Being one of the elders of his kind, it was his... job to reign in the young bloods. At least, that is what he told himself. In truth, he just wanted something. Something he would never allow himself to have, but, for some reason, bringing it within grasp seemed so much more inviting. He planted his roots in a small town in Oregon, gathered the vampires around through force or persuasion and created order. Not mindless feedings or violence, but order. When to feed, how to feed, how much to feed. These things were essential, not only to secrecy but to the balance of nature. They were predators, beast, and so they must keep it under control least the beast overwhelm them. For awhile, Vahid enforced these rules with an ironfist. Fledglings learned quickly or they didn't learn at all... but after awhile, it all started to feel... old. He started to lose his point and purpose, it was just.. another day. It didn't matter, not truly, and as he felt his mind slipping it all mattered less and less. He started to care less and less, thus, the position of the Regency. Someone who would do his job for him... As awful as that sounded.

A few people claimed the title, but most didn't meet the muster, that was, until one day. It was a simple night stroll, to breath and try to gather what will he had left when it happened. He was attacked by three hunters. It was not fear or excitement that passed through his body but acceptance. Finally... Finally it would be over. He put up a token resistance, just enough to sell it to the hunters, but when the silver was driven into his shoulder, it felt right. This was the natural state of the world, the predator hunts the prey until the hunter finds them... and more importantly, he was so very tired. The hunters offered a peace they did not understand, a mercy they would never understand... and he embraced it. Or, at least, he tried to. Until a vampire saved him. Io Polaris. She was new to town and he hadn't noticed much of her, but he did then. She saved him, and he hated her for it. He knew why she had done it, knew it was the right thing to do, from her perspective, but he resented it. He had a chance at peace, at eternity, of dying as something resembling a man, but she had stolen it.. So, he did the only thing he could. He made her Regent. She had saved his life, so she would manage his life. The beautiful vampiress who couldn't keep her fangs to herself... She would do what he no longer could.

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[deer]

Name:
Thalia Schwartz

Nickname:
Firecracker and Firefly [ only Grandfather ]

Age:
27
“I’ve been told I don’t look my age.”

Sexuality:
“Don't put me in a box. I don’t like a narrow playing field.”

Gender:
“Feel free to check me out with your eyes, you have them for a reason.”

Species:
“Blood is fascinating and a delicacy, don’t you know that? No? That’s sad.”

Position:
Sentry

Appearances:

Personality:
Chaotic || Stubborn || Tempermental || Straight-forward || Sassy || Adventurous

Thalia is wild at heart and makes decisions that are for the benefit of herself. She doesn't easily trust others, but she doesn't allow herself to spiral down the trope of never letting anyone close to her. Instead, she revels in having a good time and letting strangers be strangers rather than putting effort in building a relationship with someone unless there's benefits for her. Regardless, Thalia has more or less a sense of morals in that she is loyal to whom she believes is a worthwhile person to follow and be around. She would never allow herself to succumb to naivety or cause herself to be taunted or manipulated. She absolutely hates tricks despite her care-free attitude, and even more so being looked like a fool. She's strong-willed and full of pride but also never one to take shit from others. If she doesn't like something, Thalia will be upfront about it and wouldn't think for a second to put someone in their place if they cross her. Thalia absolutely hates being controlled and tied down and would rather allow herself free reigns to do whatever she wants and in return, she will make sure her deals and her end of the bargains are accomplished. Despite being in the Sanguis coven, Thalia still, at times, can be hard to understand as she comes and goes as she pleases as the idea of sitting in one place bores her. She likes "fraternizing" with the enemies and riling up those who seems to have a hatred for vampires and anyone else she can get a reaction out of. Nevertheless, she knows when to get serious and when to play someone like a puppet.

Likes: playing with humans for fun, partying, alcohol, flirting, riling up someone's feathers, clocks
Dislikes: oppressive rules and order, Alfred, boredom, time, the sun and burning

Backstory:

Human Life:
Loud, echoed cries filled the night air when two beautiful baby girls were born. Their mother and father were filled with joy, absolutely ecstatic and the girls were named Natalia and Thalia respectively. But, hardships came and out of the two girls, Thalia had been harder to take care of with the constant cryings and sickly visits. The family tried to make ends meet living on rations and portions as they tried to keep their house and their daughters healthy. They weren’t well-off but made an honest living. Father did woodwork while Mother stayed at home and took care of her two baby girls. But, with the family’s tight expenses and lack of ability to find more work to keep themselves from losing their own home, the only option left was to give one of their baby girls away. With the piling expenses of medicine and visits to the doctor, the family couldn’t afford the check ups. In the end, with a heavy heart and long nights of crying, Thalia’s mother chose Thalia to take away. But, not able to handle the pain of having her daughter taken away, Thalia’s father ended up sending her away himself with only her knitted baby blanket to remind her where she came from.

Orphaned at a young age, Thalia was taken in by her widowed grandfather. Her grandfather worked as a clocksmith in the early eighteenth century. Thalia grew up inquisitive and resentful. She had a family she knew next to nothing about and because she was the youngest and troublesome between her twin sister and her, she was chosen to be evicted. Thalia went through her own hardships, never feeling like she belonged where she lived and grew envious of those who had both a mother and father as she came from a broken home. Nevertheless, Thalia doted on her grandfather despite her innate desire to act out and cause trouble for him to fill the emptiness in her heart. She loved her grandfather, learning to trust and rely on him than anyone else.

However, Thalia was stubborn, wild, and loved marching to the beat of her own drums without consequences. Thalia always left the house and came back whenever she wanted. Although she was always scolded for her behavior and recklessness, Thalia continued sneaking out, disregarding the consquences. She always felt an empty as if a part of her was missing. So, she filled it with other people’s company and never cared for her reputation. It surely broke her grandfather’s heart whenever he heard stories about Thalia’s behavior. The two argued often but always made up. Thalia always came home no matter what.

However, one stormy night, Thalia never came home. Hours passed and her grandfather worried tremendously for his granddaughter. He went to the police, reporting her missing but, due to Thalia’s reputation of leaving the house so often and never coming home until late, the police never went on a search party for her. In the end, a day turned into a week before months passed. Many of her grandfather’s friends and even his daughter begged him to stop waiting for Thalia. But, the old man never gave up hope, waiting for Thalia to come home believing she would't just disappear without telling him no matter how much they argued. For years, he left the lamplight on for Thalia in case she needed help finding her way back home. In the end, he died a few years later and left in the will the clock shop in Thalia’s name.

Vampire Life:
She couldn't remember what happened. One moment she was following the pathway home the next moment she was up against the wall, whisked away as her heart raced. It was quick as it was slow when she felt fangs and blood drip down her neck. She should have died that night, perhaps she did, but she woke up in a daze, and filled with thirst. Afraid and quite frankly out of her mind, Thalia didn't know what to do. Darkness was her friend and all she could see was herself being trapped underground behind bars, chained up inside a cage. It was cold and she needed food, quickly. It wasn't until he sound of footsteps near the doorway caught her attention as one bumbling idiot came in drunk as can be and another who seemed to be bemused by the situation stared down at her. Quickly, she knew exactly what happened and the more she fought with herself the weaker and tired she got. Damn Pirates.

It was one thing being turned, but another being captured and forced out of her will to submit to the same pest that killed her. Was her grandfather worried? In danger? Yeah, in danger by being around her. Nevertheless, the man was a lunatic. But, she played her part when her insatiable hunger for blood turned her to kill innocent humans aboard the ship. One by one, bodies fell when they came to give her food or open the bars she was in. It continued for a week and whether the man was stupid or testing her will to continue letting them inside knowing they'd die, Thalia didn't care. She needed to gain her strengths. At first, the transition between human and. . . . pest was painful, she couldn't stand the mere thought of killing others just for her survival. But, it happened. Who knew it would get to this point? She was wild but never had she thought she would turn into such a. . . . monster.

In the end, Alfred - or what he chose to call himself, Thalia could honestly care less of his real name or moniker, allowed her out, to breathe in the fresh air. He trained her under his watchful eyes and ultimately became fond of her out of the others. Perhaps it was her fighting spirit or it was her "hell hath no fury" attitude, Alfred told her stories of his past and other encounters he had with vampires. He revealed his secret into forming his clan: to get revenge on the human world - to turn over a new leaf. Alfred was playing with the humans - pretending to be their aid during the Golden Age of piracy but in fact, he reveled in their turmoil and lived to see the world burn. Alfred believed on the strong should live and the weak should plunder, but, Thalia could never understand why he chose her.

Regardless, for two centuries, she stayed by his side, gaining status and recognition onboard the ship. No matter how much she wanted to flee and make haste whenever they plundered a new land, Thalia could only imagine she would bring more chaos than acceptance. However, whether Alfred allowed her to do what she wishes as long as she proved results and usefulness, Thalia finally was given a lead on where her family may be, especially her grandfather. Perhaps she was a fool to believe her grandfather was immortal, but when it was revealed to Thalia that her grandfather passed away and left the shop in her name, she cried - screamed even. It cause her such misery, she wanted to kill Alfred, but knew she was no match for the older vampire. So, she did what she knew best - she ran.

It was a mystery as well to why Alfred and his men never came for her. Maybe she was proven useless or maybe he knew he could always capture her again. Regardless, Thalia didn't care. The world changed and her heart plummeted. The memories of her former life came crashing through and regret seeped in. She should have spent more time with her grandfather , the one man, the one person she truly loved. In the end, Thalia appeared on the doorsteps of her home and to her surprise, it all remained intact and without dust. As she looked at the burning lamplight outside the front door, her eyes teared up once more as she stared through the window glass at her reflection - an image she never seen in so very long. Nevertheless, a passerby came and asked who she was. Thalia couldn't answer and only muttered the question as to who owned the shop and where were they. The passerby seemed to laugh fondly at the store and began to tell the story of his ancestors that tied in with Thalia's grandfather. Much to her surprise, her grandfather, Gepatto ended up willing the shop in her name but the shop continued to get passed down his line as his children and their children continued to keep the shop open, waiting for her return. The passerby told her story, the story of a grandfather who waited until his death for the return of his granddaughter.

Her heart, if it could beat, reveled in the news she never felt such warm love even to strangers who were her family. She had them. In the end, after that night, she tried to track down her relatives and she found them. But, much to her distaste, she could never reveal herself to them in fear of Alfred's plundering. So, from afar, she watched them as years passed and once in a blue moon, would send money if she ever believed they were having trouble. On the other hand, Thalia, out of curiosity, tracked down her direct family, her own descendants. Was she an aunt? great-aunt? Alas, she couldn't find any records of them and perhaps it was for the best. Would there be a human out in the world who has the same features as her? Would she be mistaken? The trouble would be endless and that wasn't something she looked forward to. Nevertheless, time continued forward as she remained under the radar despite hearing about the decline in piracy as countries rapidly changed and continued to grow. It wasn't until Thalia found Moonlight where she decided to stay long and join the Sanguis Clan.

Theme Songs:
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[The Black Knight]

From left to right: Marcus (Sean Bean), Elaina (Monica Bellucci), Jude (UKN), Nicholas (Matt Bomer) Duncan​

Name: Jude Duncan
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Human
Role: Son of the Moonlight Mayor; Famed Plastic Surgeon

Appearance: Jude comes from a handsome family, and it was no surprise that the offspring would be similar. He keeps his brown hair short and bladed and his jaw is always shadowed with light stubble (it grows right on back). Compared to his brother Nicholas, Elaina would say that he was the most masculine with his strong jawline and muscular physique. His eyes are a light-blue, and a large tattoo of a crucifix is on his right deltoid, descending the length of his arm down to his bicep.

Personality: Jude is Christian Protestant like the rest of his family, and even so, he carries inside him some dark and disturbing secrets. He has a superiority complex nurtured by his mother. She loves her son, probably more than what would be considered healthy, and she has always said he was better than Nicholas and even better than his father. Marcus Duncan has always been immersed in politics, and his ambitions are to continue to have the Duncan family control Moonlight city. After he rises to governor of Oregon, he is hoping for Jude to replace him as mayor.

While Jude sees himself as being better than Nicholas, Nicholas is married and has a daughter named Gabriella. His wife, Diana, had been a woman Jude had tried to seduce, but she didn’t fall his hubris. Nicholas was everything she wanted. To this day, Jude still secretly desires Diana, and ensures that he is at least Gabriella’s favorite uncle. Sometimes, it is believed that Gabriella loves Jude more than her own father.

Believing himself to be self-entitled, despite Diana’s rejection, Jude believes that he can have any woman he wants. While his selfish and promiscuous activities make him the popular doctor among patients and celebrities, there is still a void; and he believes that it can only be filled by Diana.

When not playing doctor, Jude often fishes, hunts, works out, hikes, and will even take his niece to Disneyland because he is the better father. Nicholas is often too busy working his office job to give his daughter and wife the attention they deserve, and the lack of attention he is giving them is slowly tearing his family apart.

Background: The Duncans are of Scottish descent, and have lived in America since their ancestors migrated over to the United States in the 1800s. Unknown to the children, the Duncans were always a clan of Hunters, and Marcus Duncan is the sole hunter in the family. As the Mayor of Moonlight, he works closely with the Chief of Police to not only damper vampire and werewolf activities, but he has often manipulated sides, creating plots that framed one against the other to propagate their silent war. If the vampires and werewolves want to make his job easier and kill each other off, then why not. Marcus isn’t known as a hunter among other hunters or the supernatural due to him keeping such a low profile. But both Marcus and Elaina have been preparing their oldest son Jude to one day take his place. They have kept their non-political activities a secret from their children until the time became right.

Elaina always saw her son Jude as being the one to fit the hunter profile the best. He was strong and handsome, while Nicholas was too much of a panse. Nicholas didn’t like sports, hunting, or anything stereotyped to be what masculine boys should normally enjoy. He was a poet and artist, and while his work didn’t make him as much money, he did go on to become a freelance graphic designer. When he married Diana, his connection to his family stretched until nearly snapping. It was his good brother Jude who always visited him and helped him take care of Gabriella and keep him informed of family affairs.

Extra: There is much that can happen with this family. We have Marcus Duncan as the mayor who is aggravating a conflict between the vampires and werewolves, hoping the two will go to war. We have Jude as the potential hunter, and Nicholas being a graphic designer who could be employed to create designs for any of the other characters’ businesses. Jude is my main character, and just to comment. Just because they’re human doesn’t mean they’re innocent. Paths can always change. Jude and Nicholas don't know anything about the dark world their father dabbles in. Both could be turned if anyone desired it. However, Jude would be the most difficult to turn. They are all religious after all. But again, anything can happen with this family, but I would like for anyone interested in plotting out future ordeals to have a discussion with me about it.

 

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also choose to bloom[/div] [div class=spryt][div class=ff][div class=ffor][div class=bor][/div] [div class=outs][div class="tabs first"]1.[/div] [div class="tabs second"]2.[/div] [div class="tabs third" style="top: 5px"]3.[/div] [div class="tabs fourth" style="top: 5px"]4.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=title]moving in to a new life[/div][/div] [div class=stixt]Begin with bullet, now add fire to the proof But I'm still not sure if fear's a rival or a close relative to truth Either way it helps to hear these words bounce off of you The softest echo could be enough for me to make it through

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[div class=firstword]alias[/div] Sienna

[div class=firstword]age[/div] 27 years old

[div class=firstword]birthday[/div] March 21st

[div class=firstword]gender[/div] Female

[div class=firstword]sexuality[/div] Bi-Curious

[div class=firstword]height[/div] 5'5 ft / 167.64 cm

[div class=firstword]weight[/div] 56 kg / 123.459 lbs.

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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Name: The Raven
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Sexuality: Unknown
Species: Human
Role: Hunter
Appearance:

Although none know what lie behind the mask, the Raven stands at 5'10, with a rugged, densely muscled build.

Personality: The infamous hunter known as The Raven's personality is known only by the methods of its killings. Only ever targeting vampires and werewolves, this hunter seems to have no love for the creatures, and kills are preformed in gruesome style, often mutilating the bodies of prey. The Raven leaves behind mementos at each site, small iron ravens, about as wide as a credit card and only a centimeter thick. Perhaps this is done to take credit for kills, or simply to instill fear in the packs and clans that haunt this world. The Raven hunts relentlessly, and is known to travel far and wide to 'cleanse' towns with reported vampiric/lycanthropic presence. Despite this, the Raven seems willing to act in the interest of humans, and has been noted to save victims of the supernatural whenever possible, and will go to great lengths to do this. A new home, identity, and a few thousand dollars are given to those helped by the Raven's hand, enough to start a new life, too far away to be threatened again by the same packs and clans. These odd, almost charitable actions speak to something within the Raven's heart, perhaps a concern for the victims, or maybe even a sense of sympathy out of common suffering.

Regardless, the Raven's coming doesn't bring peace, or forgiveness. All creatures of the night are targets, whether they be 'good' or not.

Background/History: The Raven is a blood-stained figure in the history of vampires and werewolves. Appearing first in the Victorian Age, and hunting relentlessly sense, with only a decade or two of 'break' between sprees of killing, the Raven's gathered a reputation as some sort of supernatural entity itself. Many would believe it a demon who hunts the supernatural, although of course, this isn't true. The Raven is human, and the uniform has been worn by several humans, chosen as successors and apprentices by the previous Raven. Men and women have worn the cowl and mask, of different nationalities and ways of life. Due to the nature of passing on the 'identity' of the Raven, the hunter has worked mostly in Europe and the United States, although one wearer of the uniform operated in Singapore. There has been roughly nine Ravens since the beginning, and the current Raven is the second to Hunt in the United States. This is due to the lack of established Hunter organizations in the States, whereas Europe, Asia, and Africa are well-protected by centuries-old organizations built around Hunting. Packs and Clans have rooted themselves in pieces of the United States without contest, and this Raven's determined to cut them down, by any means necessary.

Having heard reports of tell-tale activity in the up and coming town of Moonlight, the Raven packed up its things and set out to travel. Although it has yet to make its first move in Moonlight, the Raven is more than prepared.
Anything extra: As a professional hunter, The Raven makes use of the following, although is incapable of carrying all at the same time for obvious reasons.

• A pair of silver-alloy curved blades.
• Silver-alloy throwing knives.
• A revolver and silver bullets. (Will modify if werewolves aren't weak to this)
• A modernized high-power crossbow, customized by the Raven to fire 'stake-bolts', which are bolts with tips of wood. (Will modify if vampires aren't weak to this)
• Vials of poisonous gas
• Smoke Grenades
• Incendiary grenades
• Custom-made silver shrapnel grenades that explode on impact and release a shower of silver shards in all directions.

The Raven's uniform, although aged in appearance, has been modernized with night vision goggles, a gas mask, and bullet-proof vest.

Additionally, Norta Arbrook is the person beneath the uniform.

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Name: Norta Arbrook
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Human
Role: Hunter
Appearance:

Norta stands at 5'10, with a rugged, densely muscled build. She has thin, often messy raven-black hair, and eyes the color of dull iron. Her skin is pale, and her hands and feet are calloused. Her hair is shorter than depicted, and her face and body are marred by scarring, including a large chunk of flesh missing to the right of her mouth, revealing a glimpse of teeth behind what remains of the flesh.

Personality: Norta is a cold woman, with seemingly little love for anything. She professes to like travelling, and despite her cold appearance, has a surprising generosity to communities she visits, preforming some community service wherever she goes. Norta has displayed a particular kindness to those who've lost jobs, and seemingly have nowhere else to turn to. It is hard to get to know her, as she keeps secrets and seems reluctant to share anything about herself, beyond that her name is Norta, she's from the east coast, and she's just here to see the sights.

She keeps quite most often, and rarely speaks, although she seems to always be observing the situation around her, mentally taking notes on the people. Despite her seeming apathy, she has a boiling hatred for vampires and werewolves, and views them all as things deserving to be slaughtered. Her will is forged in iron, and her determination is as unstoppable as the ocean's tide. She Hunts both out of hatred for creatures of the night, and for a desire to protect those people who can't protect themselves from such creatures. She is unable to quickly make friends, and her small talk is passable, although it feels almost practiced.

Background/History: Norta was born as a child of a steel worker and a stay at home mom in Gary, Indiana. Her family lived a moderate and relatively comfortable lifestyle, until the steel industry began to decline. As massive lay-offs began to take hold, Norta's father lost his job, and spiraled into alcoholism, unable to find another. The family faced hard times, losing their car, home, and even Norta's father, as piling debt drove him to suicide out behind the local supermarket, a shotgun in his mouth. Norta's life declined heavily in this time, as the knowledge of her father's death spread through the community, leading to her social isolation at school when she most desperately needed comfort.

Norta quickly grew bitter, and it wasn't helped by her mother finding another man in Eric, an astoundingly rich man from somewhere out West. Eric rose the family out of poverty, and provided for them, although Norta never truly liked him, always feeling some sort of deep, ingrained distrust. Her mother had no such indications, and was wrapped around Eric's finger, even as their relationship grew darker. She never knew why, but her mother grew paler, sicklier as the relationship went on, sleeping most of the day and ignoring her child. Norta grew detached from her mother and most other people, turning to delinquency and acting out in school to get attention she felt she needed.

Eventually, a 'family trip' gone sour proved Norta's intuition correct. Eric was a vampire, and had been feeding on Norta's mother for years, bringing on her weakness. And, not only that, he was a human trafficker, who had brought a now seventeen year old Norta to his clan of vampires to sell her. Although she fought, she was no vampire, and was easily restrained, clawing and screaming her throat raw the whole way to the clan's lair. It was only the intervention of the current Raven, Matthis, that saved her, crashing Eric's van and slitting his throat as he crawled from the driver's seat.
Matthis saw something in Norta, and brought her on as his apprentice, training her as a vampire hunter and providing for her an education in chemistry, engineering, history, and killing. She was taught how to make and maintain customized hunter weapons, the history of creatures of the night and how to kill them. She familiarized herself with major vampiric clans and werewolf packs, the organization of their hierarchies, and their weaknesses.

Matthis eventually retired, and passed on the uniform to Norta, who has worn it since, tallying up dozens of creatures to her name. She has traveled across the United States, hunting prey. From a werewolf pack in the sewers of New York, to a clan of wealthy vampires running a newly-founded tech company in California, the Raven's presence has been felt, its reputation spread.

And now, rumors of activity in the uprising town of Moonlight have drawn Norta in for a new hunt.
Anything extra: Norta is The Raven.

 

[Stardust Galaxy]

Soo Min Kim|Vampire;

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[div class=p]name. Soo Min Kim

[div class=p]age. 22

[div class=p]birthday. May 17[/div] [div class=p]gender. female[/div] [div class=p]sexuality. Heterosexual[/div] [div class=p]species Vampire[/div] [div class=p]Role Fledgling[/div][/div][/div]

appearance:​

[div class=p]hair color. black

[div class=p]eye color. brown

[div class=p]height. 5'6"[/div] [div class=p]weight. 108 lbs[/div] [div class=p]body type. slim[/div] [div class=p]distinguishing features her gaze[/div] [div class=p]piercings | tattoos. N/A[/div] [div class=p]scars | markings. bite mark[/div] [div class=p]faceclaim. JiU[/div][/div][/div]

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persona:​

[div class=p]personality. Soo Min can be described as impulsive and sarcastic she is going to say what's on her mind without passing through a filter, she is going to say it anyway and would not care if she hurts peoples feelings along the way.

She doesn't trust anyone that much and if she is with someone she trusts enough she would care for that person but not a lot.

She is always surrounded by problems and mostly because of her reckless actions and mostly because she would do anything to get what she wants not caring how difficult or risky it is

[div class=p]virtues. Honest, Confident, Firm

[div class=p]vices. Sarcastic, Disrespectful, Destructive

[div class=p]likes. coffee, being alone, reading

[div class=p]dislikes. people, the vampire that turn her, emotions[/div] [div class=p]fears. getting close to someone[/div][/div][/div]

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theirstory:​

[div class=p]brief bio. Soo Min was born in Korea where she spent most of her human life, she was a happy girl that listen to others and followed the rules and was hoping to have a successful life, so she worked hard and was able to study abroad in the States but maybe that was her biggest mistake. Soo Min remembered the day she was turned into a vampire she thought she could trust anyone and she fell into the trap and when she was less expecting it she was bitten.

Knowing that she was never going to go back to her old life, she closed herself and hated everyone the nice and friendly Soo Min was dead the day she was bitten and that's when the sarcastic and reckless Soo Min was born, if she was never going to die at least she could make the life of others a living hell.

She still struggles with her thirst of blood and would do anything to get it not caring who she has to kill or who she has to hurt to get it. And even if a vampire tries to steal her blood, well that vampire needs to watch out.

[div class=p]other relationships.

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codedbycrucialstar || click the flowers and hidden scrolls​

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[D. Rex]

Name: Gregory Talbot
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Human
Role: Hunter
Appearance:

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Personality: Quiet and cautious. Pragmatic and intelligent. He is very observant of those around him, and often thinks deeply into situations and personalities. Sometimes too deeply, thinking too much can take its toll on someone. So he likes to stay busy. Has a tendency to keep people grounded and holds no reservations about playing devils advocate if it means thinking a plan through all the way.

For the most part, Gregory is a good man. Comes off as helpful and hardworking. Which he is. Though he doesn't go out of his way to go to social gatherings, he is more than happy to be friendly and make friends, and what gatherings he does go to he prefers them to be small.

Greg is not a man that appreciates being pushed around, and isn't afraid to stand up for himself. To this end, he can be afraid very independent person. As well as stubborn. This also has a tendency to show in blunt or sarcastic remarks when someone says something stupid. Thankfully, he can be easily reasoned with when he gets upset, and calms down pretty quickly.


Background/History: Due to his parents often moving around for business, Gregory spent most of his youth living with his Uncle in Alaska. His Uncle, Raymond, was a hardware shop owner in a small town in the the wilderness state, and it was he who got Greg into the hobby of hunting. As a boy, he always enjoyed these hunting trips. Where his uncle taught him how to track and trap and hunt. It wasn't until his early teens, that his Uncle began sharing a different sort of hunting stories to the boy. Ones about monsters and the undead. Vampires and werewolves. Stories of how Uncle Raymond helped protect the people here by hunting them down. Like monster slayers in books. Raymond also revealed that he wanted to show Greg how.

And it was here that Gregory went from being a hunter, to a Hunter. As the disbelief in monsters was very short lived, and the apprenticeship became official. Years went by, as Raymond began teaching the boy everything he knew. Taking him along on such hunts where he could learn first hand. Making sure the boy learned everything he wished he did when he first started hunting.

As the years passed, and Gregory grew into man, he became a capable Hunter in his own right. Moving around the country, working and listening. Hunting when prey showed it's face. Learning new skills and making contacts. He was only the second Talbot to have entered the Hunters trade. So who knew, maybe one day the Talbot Clan would be listed among the notable hunter families. But that was neither here nor there. Killing monsters came first, and he had seen the damage they do firsthand. He kept his ear to the ground, and followed the rumors where they went, or picked up the occasional contract. It was actually a rumor that brought him to Moonlight. The disappearance of known hunter. Several hunters, it seemed… not the safest place to walk into, clearly. But something needed to be done, and that is what Hunters sworn themselves to do.

He moved to a quiet little home on the outskirts of the city, and found himself a job working at a small hardware store. This would begin his first full week here. To settle in, and start learning the lay of the land.

He wasn't in any hurry yet. Any hunter worth their salt knew the value of patience.


Anything extra: Though Gregory works alome, he maintains contact with his Uncle, and they share resources and contacts.


Skills:

Hunting and trapping: Going after big game was the skill that Gregory cut his teeth on. His Uncle showed him how to hunt in the dangerous frigid north. With bow and rifle, he conquered wolves and bears and elk. He learned how to read the wilderness and track it's denizens. He learned how to hide and stalk. He learned how to trap and lure, to hunt without being present. As he grew older, his skills expanded further, as monsters became his prey. The supernaturals are not apex predators... but Gregory is. And he will hunt his prey with a frightening diligence and intelligence. It is easy to be afraid when he is stalking you... but that fear can lead you to forget an even greater danger. That Greg is also an expert trapper.

Firearms: Common tools of the trade, marksmanship is mandatory skill of any hunter. He has made himself familiar with guns long and short, and has a great amount of practice and practical experience. Moreover he has experience using bow and arrows, when a more subtle approach is needed.

CQC: A last resort. Supers are both stronger and faster than humans, So how does a human have a chance should this worst case scenario happen? If you can't be stronger, and you can't be faster... you simply have to be better than them. Greg has been made to practice a variety of martial arts. Namely karate, ninjutsu, akido, wing chun, and boxing. Greg is not afraid to fight dirty and brutally, with the understanding that he should use the opponents strength against them. He can wield knives efficiently and has limited practice in throwing axes.

Stealth: Thanks to the helpful combination of his expertise in ninjutsu and bushcraft, this hunter is quite adept in remaining undetected. From camouflage to the manipulation of the sense of his own smell. He understands the extent of the senses of his enemies, and uses that against them. He blends in well in the woods, and makes as little impact as possible until he is ready to deliver the killing blow. Gregory takes extra precautions to make sure that his scent is not known when hunting.

Crafting: For the most part, Gregory makes his own traps. Sure, he can buy them, but against the supernatural, the kind of things you use can not normally be found on the common market. Silver, too, is an expensive resource. Care and recycling is often required. He has his own foundry at home, and makes his own bullets and ammunition, one other things. While it definitly helps with the job, he also sees it as an enjoyable hobby.



Arsenal notes:

Bullets- Silver is an effective weapon against supers, however it is a harder metal than lead, and it tends to pierce it's targets very easily without deformation. It doesn't leave much silver behind, though the wound is impressive. Gregory takes things to a much more brutal level. He prefers hollow points or fragmenting, and makes his bullets with lead infused with shavings or pellets of silver. When the bullets strike, they don't penetrate. They leave a large wound, and the silver pieces remain and spread out. Leading to pain, poisoning, weakness, and potential death, and and a much greater recovery time if they do survive.

Arrows- When making these, the arrowheads are indeed silver. But that is only half the danger. The wood of the shafts is not sealed, and was left soaking for days in a tincture of nightshade and left to dry. These arrows are a deadly threat, do not take them lightly.

Plastic explosives- Not a common weapon he employs, but there are times it could prove useful.

Traps- His bread and butter. They come in many shapes and sizes, with most employing the use of silver or nightshade. He takes care to ensure they are carefully hidden, and goes the extra mile to hide their scent. Even more dangerous, some of them actually have GPS locator tags on them. This could easily lead a werewolf to unwittingly reveal the location of its pack mates to the hunter.

Knives- Gregory is a careful man, and keeps a knife hidden on his person. But not just hidden from sight, also smell. He keeps a knife in a vacuum sealed wrapping, to remove any risk of it being detected by a particularly nosy nose.

 

[Nightblade]

My Basic Info​

Name: Matthew Davenport

Nickname: Matt

Age: 21

Sexuality: Homosexual

Occupation: Musician

Gender: Male

Species: Human - Innocent

Family:

Garrett Davenport: Father
Kate Davenport: Mother
Emmett Davenport: Brother
Seth Davenport: Brother

Personality​

Matthew is a typical musician, A creative type. Despite appearing to be quiet and sometimes cold, Matt is actually a warm person. He is very family orientated with 2 younger brothers to look out for. He takes his role as the oldest brother seriously, always trying to put his best foot forward as an example to them. His talent with music paired with an ok attitude means Matt was fairly popular around school.

Despite this Matt is the type to just want to left alone and not face down giggling girls wanting to date him because of his popularity. It is because of this that Matt remains silent about a lot of his personal life in school including his sexuality.From what he learnt, Matt's silent and quiet nature only served to make him more popular. With people noting an air of mystery that Matt had no idea he even portrayed to the world.

Matt is quiet but caring with regards to his personality, this extends to anyone who becomes a close friend. To everyone else Matt appears cold, except when he is performing. Matt has a tendency to show his emotions during a performance and that is what people are drawn to.

​

My History​

Matt grew up as the oldest of 3 siblings. Right from the beginning Matt took the role of being a big brother seriously. He would be the one who played catch and football with them as they grew up. He was the one who went through their homework with them. Matt's parents were trying to hold down multiple jobs to keep the family going, which is why Matt took on the role of looking after his brothers.

As he grew up Matt took up playing the guitar and soon developed a passion for it and soon enough he was writing his own music. He took part in school talent shows and his popularity in school began to take off. With the surge in popularity Matt became uncomfortable with the popularity. Despite all of this he still found time to look after his younger brothers.

When Matt graduated school, he came to an agreement with his parents 4 years of travelling for himself to work on his music but if it did not provide a good steady income to build up from, then Matt would go to college. Agreeing to the deal, Matt began travelling, leaving the UK and going around Europe and eventually hitting the States. It was there that he found himself becoming a Youtube sensation. People began to take notice.

Matt ended up signed to some record label and they decided to do a minor tour of whichever country had the largest viewing share of any videos posted of Matt. To everyones surprise, Japan was the biggest hit. While the record label worked on a few dates and venues, Matt did give some input in wanting to do pop up sessions while travelling.

Packing his bags and leaving the States, Matt touched down in Tokyo and his travelling began. He eventually settled down after getting a girl pregnant. She died in childbirth leaving Matt with a newborn son so he decided to settle down and raise his son

Relationships
TBD​

 

[Ungifted ;-;]

Name:Minnie Celene

Name: Minnie Celene
Age/Gender:24,Female
Sexuality:"Females are beautiful,Mwah"
Species:"I'm regular, Nothing special."
Role: Photographer, Part-time Drinker
Family:
"I don't know,I never really had one."

Personality:
Just imagine being jumped around from foster home to Foster home.Its not like Minnie's personality changed just the way she kind of saw the world.Minnie was given the nickname "Mini"by one of the parents of the home because of her small build.Mini always have her head up and doesn't let anyone see her in pain.
Biography:
"I was bounced around foster homes like an fucking bouncy ball."
"I eventually found my way when I was eighteen and moved away."
"I started my career as an waitress,then I bought my first camera."
"Thats when I started taking photos and I started that as an career."
"I bought an condo and started to see a little good in life."

Extra:
I am originally from France,So I speak fluent French.With an accent.

code by apolla

 

[lost city]

It's yo girl Korrigan Rossi

→ basics ←korrigan rossi (korri)
she/her ⚬ cisbi
italian/spanish ⚬ saluzzo, italy
october 22 ⚬ scorpio
innocent human

witchery™

→ appearance ←
light skin ⚬ turquiose blue hair ⚬ dark brown eyes
5'2 ⚬ 132 lbs ⚬ curvy and petite
oval face ⚬ soft features ⚬ straight brown brows
button nose ⚬ small, full lips ⚬ almond eyes
fashion: edgy, revealing, lots of black

→ personality ←
Korrigan, Korrigan, where to do I start with Korrigan. she truly is the definition of crackhead personality. she swears a lot and doesn't have a filter. she flirts with anything that is humans and uses her mouth to get out of trouble. she's rather lazy and procrastinates a lot - she has a bad habit of staying up past two am and sleeping in past one pm. when she feels awkward, she does a random movement like whipping or fortnite dancing. currently, her favorite is orange justice. she may seem really dumb, but shockingly, korrigan is crazy smart. she gets bored a lot in classes and hates doing homework.
she dreams of making music and fears failure. due to her father leaving, korrigan has a natural distrust of men. doesn't mean she's not attracted to them, just seems that she won't tell them her deepest secrets.
→ in depth ←
she grew up in italy in her mother's baking shop. her father skipped out when her mother got pregnant at twenty four. so growing up, korrigan would get bullied for having a single parent and for being poor. korrigan didn't have the things that the other kids had. when she was eleven, her mother remarried and at the age of thirteen, korrigan's family moved out of italy. her new step father had gotten a new job and her mother could also set up a new bakery.
she turned to music and writing to cope with negative feelings. turns out, she was rather talented at it! she learned to play the piano and ukulele and is currently learning to play the guitar. she started a youtube channel and began to post covers and original music. currently, korrigan has around 750k followers on youtube and makes money on the side from music.

//god i'm so picky, i can't find the perfect fc for my fav