Realistic or Modern 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 (CS)

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NOTNATURAL
a supernatural inspired, but not exactly supernatural, roleplay

• CHARACTER SHEET INSTRUCTIONS
• CHARACTER SHEET
• IMPORTANT INFORMATION

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  Hey, thanks for making it this far! It's gonna be relatively simply for the sheets-- I'm really up for any character idea, but there are a few things I want to clear up.
  
  1. No supernatural creatures as characters. If you want to try an idea, DM me and maybe we can work it out. But I'm not going to be accepting a ton of them for... obvious reasons.
  
  2. Make sure that your character has had some tragedy/experience with Supernatural. Not everyone is going to be a trained hunter already, just waiting to get the phone call for this adventure-- and that's exactly what I want. If you're afraid your character it's going to be adept enough to fight any creatures, don't worry-- that's what the RP is for!
  
  3. Realistic FCs only, thank you! I mentioned before, but you CAN use Supernatural FCs (Misha, Jensen, etc) but they are not going to be the characters. I understand they got good faces, and good pictures, and I'm all about the aesthetic. Just know that you won't go into this with any canon character whatsoever.
  
  4. If you have any concerns/want to work out an idea-- join the discord (unless you are already in) and there's a whole group of willing faces to help you work something out. Collaborative experiences are always best.
  
  5. If anything comes up, any discrepencies, I'll add them here.
  
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  Feel free to use the following code in the following post. it's mobile friendly and relatively simply. However, if you have a code you'd like, by all means, use it! Just be sure to include the basics that are in the code.
  
  
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  These will be due in ONE WEEK (December 7th, 11:59pm PST)
  
  If you need an extension, please ask.
  
  If you can't join now, or if you don't think you are able to-- we will be more than welcome to accept people at later date. Unless there is something fundamentally wrong with your character, I'm probably not going to reject people. That being said, it's still not going to be first come first serve. As long as you finish by the deadline, we are good to go .
  

 

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[b]REASON FOR JOINING[/b]: you can go into more detail in biography, but specifically what encouraged your character to join? who did they lose? how was their life upset by supernatural forces/intervention?

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VALERIE WALKER

• Basic Info
• Personality
• Biography
• Special

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  FULL NAME: Valerie Rose Walker
  
  AGE: 28
  
  NICKNAME: Val, Vee, Vala
  
  BIRTHDATE: 10/29/1992
  
  GENDER: Cis Female
  
  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Valerie stands rather tall, at about five nine in her typical boots with an inch or so of heel. Her figure is relatively lean, more so on the muscular side (definitely able to pull her weight, and kick someone in the gut while she's at it). Her hair is almost a honeycomb blonde colour, brushing just at her mid back, though she usually keeps it up in an extremely misfitted pony tail or bun. Though relatively casual in most of her appearances, she does tend to wear a tad bit of makeup, more so dark eye colours that make her icy-blue irises pop. Her expression is almost always fixated or focused on something, though she's not completely unable to smile. Her clothes are anything but representative of her natural beauty, preferring to wear whatever the hell she can find. Her father's old biker jacket is usually on her shoulders, but sometimes she'll mix it up with a jean or military coat (also property of her father). Valerie walks with the confidence and swagger of someone who knows exactly what the situation is in the room, although more often than not she's just coming up with shit on the spot.
  
  SEXUALITY: Pansexual, with emphasis on the sexual
  
  HOMETOWN: Bethany, Connecticut
  
  FACECLAIM: Katheryn Winnick
  
  
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  POSITIVE: Val is a persuasive, charming, and intriguing individual. She carries a weight on her shoulders, like someone that's personally been through several rings of hell and just barely managed to come out alive. It's interesting to watch her move and command a room. Val likes to be positive when the moment calls for it. Looking on the bright side is her specialty, provided that the bright side is her side, and that you're complying with whatever bullshit she's putting up. She carries a deeply emotional side to her, moved by images of family and good will. This is what drives her, ninety percent of the time, and it's her typical argument. She likes to flirt, make the occasional innuendo, and although she's prone to taking things too seriously will suddenly break her guise to reveal the fun-loving woman underneath.
  
  NEGATIVE: However, Val is very much a forceful woman. She sees her opinion as right, and although she'll recognize if she doesn't know something, shooting first and asking questions later is the method she'll adopt in most situations. Though she entirely believes her moral system is correct, in that going hunting as a form of coping and revenge is healthy, she experiences regular dissonance. To these nagging feelings, she will drown them in liquor. To call her an alcoholic would be an understatement; and while she doesn't binge drink every night, you're probably more likely to catch her with a fresh beer in her hand whenever you turn around. Val is probably too sacrificial for things she loves, and will throw her life on the line at the very mention of making a greater impact. She views herself negatively, jealous of the person she was once upon a time when she was oblivious and happy. She views her life as forfeit, and should she die saving someone's life, she'd rather no other way. Even through this, she enjoys the darker delights of sin, and will regularly delve into them to distract herself (or in the very fleeting hope that she'd feel normal again).
  
  ABILITIES/TALENTS: Valerie is an extremely talented hunter, though most of her skills are self-taught (and the ones that aren't are rusty, and from when she was a child). She can shoot just about any gun that she can carry, is an expert knife thrower, and carries quite the brute force in her body. By no means is she a body builder or supernaturally inclined, so all her abilities are only humanly augmented (drugs, adrenaline, etc).
  
  Valerie has an anti-possession tattoo on her left shoulder, rendering her unable to be possessed by any demons.
  
  WORST FEARS: Losing loved ones, feeling a failure to the people she's vowed to protect, being killed by something terribly mundane and having no impact on the world/people around her. Generally, being insignificant as well.
  
  WEAKNESSES: Valerie relies on the information of others, not so much the one for immediate memory recall. Some basic hunter-related thing she has ingrained, but the more detailed and nuanced things she definitely relies on notes or others around her to know more about. She can be quite forgetful, but mostly to things she isn't focusing directly on.
  
  Valerie is asthmatic, made worse after the events that claimed her wife and child. She carries inhalers with her, and the prescription is the only thing she has that's actually got her name on it.
  
  She's great at drinking most people under the table, though much more of a light weight than she'd like to think. Her liver is probably made of iron at this point, but her disposition is on the weaker side.
  
  THEME SONG: Death by Rock and Roll - The Pretty Reckless
  
  
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  REASON FOR JOINING: A demon killed her wife, caused the death of her unborn child. The Hunter life drove her father to death, and by proxy caused her mother's death at a young age. Waking up from spending over three years buried at the bottom of a bottle, she opted to take advantage of her hunter-given privileges and gather a group that can join her in protecting people.
  
  BIOGRAPHY: Valerie Rose Walker was actually born on the Walker family ranch, upstairs in her parent's bedroom. The first thing that her little eyes saw was the bright sunlight of an autumn morning after a rain. Her mother, Olivia, was a gentle and neurotic individual. She was aware of the lifestyle that her husband had, forcefully keeping herself and their child out of it, but all of this would come to a head at death when Valerie was three. Although Randal Walker wouldn't say how her mother died until she was much older, it was a demon with a grudge against Randal that laid waste to one of the things that he loved most. The demon possessed a neighborhood friend that had come to keep Olivia and Valerie company while Randal was out on a hunting trip. Olivia was slaughtered by this possessed friend, and by some miracle, had managed to stow young Valerie away in her husband's shed (coincidentally where he had protection symbols etched into the wood).
  
  Randal wouldn't come back home for another two days, wherein he found his only daughter nearly dead in his tool shed, and his wife slaughtered in their family home. Randy mourned his wife deeply, and once he rushed his daughter to the hospital and she was there for almost a week, he'd already decided on how he would avenge her death. It would start a long, winding road of vengeance and trauma for both Valerie and her father. The next two years of her life were relatively normal at home, with Randy beginning his researching and studying. He'd invite his sister-in-law to stay for weeks at a time, mostly to be a mother to young Valerie. Randal was furthest from a father, although he did love his daughter with his entire being.
  
  When she was six, he taught her how to shoot. She was a skinny, mousey little thing that could barely hold the pistol up without her hands shaking. Randal started soft in his training, reinforcing that it was for her protection above all. Valerie was mostly confused, upset at the circumstances, but faced with no other alternatives. She tried to weasel out of training with her dad as much as possible, spending weekend at her aunt's cabin in woodsy New Hampshire. Compared to the relatively flat land of her home, she enjoyed getting lost in the forests behind her aunt's place. Despite the fear that her father put in her about supernatural creatures, telling her about how terrible and scary they were, she found none of these at her aunt's. It was then that Val started to believe that her father was legitimately mentally ill (or, to her young self, that something was wrong with him). Her Aunt was no better for this position, unaware of the life that Randal had, and completely convinced that the man was deluded.
  
  Reality became a harsh landscape for ten year old Val once her dad started taking her along on hunting trips. He never said explicitly what he was doing, but he always made her stay in the motels until she was old enough. He seemed to have learned his lesson from the first time something bad went happen when he left her alone, and Val could remember that he would always call her every hour, on the hour. It didn't matter where he was, or what he was doing, he would always find a payphone or some form of way to call her.
  
  He encouraged her to drop out of school and become a hunter full time with him. She felt embarrassed to admit to friends that she didn't travel so often because her family was wealthy. She never invited friends or dates over to her own place, preferring to go to theirs or dumping them on the spot. She tried her best to keep her grades up in school, encouraged by her aunt, but Val would always find herself slipping whenever her Dad called. By the time she was fourteen, they moved for the first time. He never explained why, leaving her consciously in the dark, but they headed westward. She spent high school in the Midwest, very purposefully trying to do her very best in school so that she could escape the man.
  
  At fourteen years old she went on her first, official, hunt. It was a case down in New Orleans, following the trail of a Djinn that had taken over a small community-- and growing. Perhaps one of the most dangerous things that she could have been taken on for the first time, Val very nearly got herself poisoned and captured by the Djinn. Her father reprimanded her for inaction, and on that day, Val vowed to get the hell out of the life her father had created. But with these new realities, that he wasn't crazy and that strange creatures existed, she found herself getting wound deeper and deeper into his obsessive lifestyle. They went on countless other trips over the next two years, Val learning the tricks of the trade: deception, forgery, hotwiring cars, lock-picking, and even shot-gunning beers in a club with a group of burly bikers.
  
  Her aunt had tried to intervene when Val was sixteen, trying her best to convince her father to let her come back to the coast. She knew about Val's dreams to go to Yale, and to be successful in life, and she knew that being dragged along with her dad she'd get nowhere in life. The two got into an emotional fight, and Val packed up her bags and headed back East. She tried to move on, as much as she loved her dad, due to her aunt's insistence. Her aunt came from good money, and with enough tutoring and extra-curricular help, was able to propel Valerie to the top of her classes. Getting into Yale was a challenge, and Val will always count it as her greatest achievement (often in arguments if people try to disregard her intelligence and determination. It's more out of spite than actual pride, these days).
  
  Her time at Yale was perhaps the least chaotic, and most normal slice of heaven that Valerie would ever have. She met a host of characters at university, but the most important to her, was the woman who would end up becoming her wife. Willa Waybrooke, was a west-coast girl with a deep taste in music and love. Val fell deeply for Willa, the two spending countless nights studying and laying on her bed, smoking weed as discretely as possible and then giggling about it later. Val learned humanity through Willa, and got as close as possible to divulging the true secrets of her traumatic childhood with her. Willa accepted Val, and after they both graduated with their Bachelor degree's, moved in together. As soon as possible, Val found herself on one knee and proposing to Willa. It was the more official way of confirming the love they already had.
  
  Very quickly they were willing to move ahead with things, finding the deepest facest of happiness in their new life together. They'd talked about having kids together, or some kind of child, for the longest time. First it was jokes, then it was more serious, then it was simply waiting to see if the egg would implant. With help from her supportive aunt, Val was going to surprise Willa with the test results that, yes-- they were expecting. Two months in, with the ultrasound photos in hand, Val came home to a terrible sight.
  
  Just like the nightmares that her father had warned and told countless stories of to Val, there was the possessed form of Willa. With eyes glazed over red, Willa set herself-- and their little apartment, up in flames. Val, barely able to escape, managed to flee by tossing herself from the second floor. Though she was sure she'd land, she crumpled to the ground broken on the inside and out. Once she was wheeled away, the police ruled it a suicide, and Val lapsed into a small coma from the smoke inhalation and trauma. Waking up only a week after the induced coma, her worst fears were confirmed. Their unborn child was lost. Val felt herself at the real bottom, there. Shell of a woman that she once was.
  
  Dark tactics inhibited again, Val moved back in with her aunt. She fell into a deep depression, nearly inconsolable for months. She drank dauntlessly, swiping on hook up and dating apps for late night flings to try and be something again. It was only a year or so ago that she received the call: her father had died. The lawyers wanted her to meet and discuss the will, since she was the only person named in it. He had left her everything: the house, his estate, his cars, and most importantly: his entire self-made library based on supernatural creatures. Though Randal Walker had never managed to find the black eyed demon that killed his wife, and nearly his child, Valerie was determined to finish what he'd started; for her own wife and child.
  
  Sobering up, she returned to the ranch. Launching herself deep into the practice again. But this time, she wouldn't be alone. She made sure of it.
  
  KNOWN FAMILY: BRENDA LANCASTER - aunt, living
  
  OLIVIA WALKER nee LANCASTER - mother, deceased
  
  RANDAL WALKER - father, deceased
  
  WILLA WALKER-WAYBROOKE - wife, deceased
  
  UNNAMED BABY WALKER-WAYBROOKE - child, deceased
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  OTHER INFO: Valerie has roped her old occult studies professor, Abraham Lazenby, into helping her.
  
  Valerie has made the unusual acquaintance of a demon, one of which she had made a mutual deal with. A peculiar demon, she's unnerved by him but mostly just annoyed by his presence (in a platonic, friendly way).
  
  Valerie is very specific about the music she plays, listens to. Old classics are more superior to modern songs, to her, though she'll sometimes lend an ear to a tune.
  
  (TBD)

 

[Togy]

A.J. Marlowe

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  Full Name: Anthony James Marlowe Junior
  
  AGE: 27
  
  NICKNAME: A.J., Junior, Marlowe, Marley if you feel especially cruel
  
  BIRTHDATE: 11/30/1993
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Average height, average build. Some people have called him handsome, but it's mostly been old southern black woman who did so. AJ has one of those kind of expressive faces, one where you can read his every emotion and thought if you closely enough. With pale skin, a height of 5'10, and relatively no muscles, it's clear that AJ never got out much, for obvious reasons. Not to say he's out of shape, he's perfectly healthy and could even be considered a little athletic because of his daily morning exercises. He mostly greets everyone he meets with a smile if he can, purely to seem friendly and get off to a good start. It mostly always comes off as awkward and uncomfortable because of his inexperience actually talking to sane human beings, due in large part because of his...former place of residence. His main wardrobe consists of jeans, boots, hoodies, jackets, and primarily flannel shirts over tagless T-shirts. He usually just tries to cover himself up, not wanting to expose much of his skin at any given opportunity. It's mainly because Wisconsin is the embodiement of hell frozen over in Winter. On occasion, mostly when he's alone, AJ pulls out his wardrobe of more flamboyant shirts and jackets. Tie-dyed, paisley, Hawaiian, he loves those kinds of styles, but there's not a chance in hell of him wearing them in public. He keeps his chocolate brown hair especially short as well, keeping it well taken care of and healthy.
  
  SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
  
  HOMETOWN: Milwaukee, Wisconsin
  
  FACECLAIM: Tom Holland
  
  
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  POSITIVE: Fear is not in the vocabulary of a child raised in a psych ward, just so you know. At some point you stop just being desensitized to fear inducing events, but rather you just start becoming disconnected from the emotion as a whole. His main reaction to the, ahem, not natural, is a startled "That's new" before his fight or flight kicks into overdrive. He panics, sure, but it's well contained.
  
  AJ's also a pretty sweet guy. Polite, hard to rile up, witty, and considerate. Sure, his entire social persona is awkward as all hell and he rarely knows how to talk to people, but his personality has made some considerable progress since he was let loose into society. With a "No man left behind" attitude and an instant loyalty to people he likes, AJ proves to be an okay guy at every turn.
  
  NEGATIVE: Very, very conflicted about going on hunts. He just got off of Parole for the last "Incident". If the system thinks he screwed up or acted as a danger to himself and others one more time, they're locking him up for keeps. Also, he's just weird. In general.
  
  AJ also has an inherent disbelief of the supernatural. After 20 odd years of being told his encounter(s, plural since a few months ago) were only delusions brought on by undiagnosed Schizophrenia, AJ started believing that he was mentally ill himself. There might be some instances of him believing this whole shindig is nothing but an exceptionally vivid and horrible delusion, so keep that in mind.
  
  ABILITIES/TALENTS: A decent mechanic, a nice cook, and a pretty solid impromptu medic. He learned mechanics and cooking from his two part time jobs, and he learned first aid from his time back in the Psychiatric hospital. Given, most of the wounds were self inflicted, but that's probably not going to count against him if he has to fix someone up.
  
  WORST FEARS: Death doesn't scare him and Eldritch monstrosities would only startle him. When you grow up in a mental hospital, you start getting used to the dark and the things in it pretty quickly. Sure, he might be scared of losing the little life he'd built for himself, but he wouldn't break down over it. He'd say he has no worst fear, but there's the one memory of him as a kid that just instills pure horror into his very being, and he doesn't even remember what it was. Years of therapy, medication, and the memory itself being called nothing but a Schizophrenic delusion made his mind rinse his hands of the memory. But if he could still feel fear towards a memory he'd long since erased from his mind before forgetting he'd ever had, thought of, and erased the memory in the first place, than there was something gravely wrong.
  
  WEAKNESSES: Disregarding the fact that he could be hauled off to prison should he fail to meet the rules of his parole, AJ's not really built for the hunter life. With no firearm experience (Or combat training in general for that matter), little strength, and poor stamina, AJ won't last long if left alone.
  
  THEME SONG: I'd say "we didn't start the fire" but that's a bad joke and the similarity with AJ stops after the title.
  
  
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  REASON FOR JOINING: While AJ believes he's simply Schizophrenic, part of him wonders if the things he experienced were real. If, by some chance, he isn't just an insane child arsonist who killed his family and instead something else ruined his life, than he'd be a tad bit pissed.
  
  BIOGRAPHY: Aj couldn't remember much of his early childhood. He could only recal scattered, fragmented memories. He remembered kindly Officer Howley when they were still young and and thin, helping him walk home when he bruised his knee at the end of the culdesac. He could remember the quiet, snowy suburbs of outer Milwaukee. He could remember the freezing winters, the frozen rivers, the nice neighbors, the cozy buildings, and the quaint little restauraunt down the road. What he can't remember, though, was his family. There were a few memories, sure, but they were miniscule. He could remember his 7th birthday, but every time he thought about his family's faces they always turned up blurry. What he has no memory of is how he lost them.
  
  There's a single image in his mind of the night. Him curled up outside in the snow in his pyjamas, his body freezing as he watched his house become an inferno, ashes drifting through the wind across the neighborhood. He think he could hear sirens, but he wasn't sure. All he know for sure was that his family was in the house when it was set ablaze, and he was the one to do it. The court was going to let him go into foster care with no punishment because they thought he was just some dumb kid that didn't know he was starting a fire, but then he started ranting about demons, posessed toys, and something shadows. Eventually, he was taken to a hospital and diagnosed with Schizophrenia.
  
  The less said about the early days of his stay in the hospital, the better. There was a whole section reserved for kids his age with issues that made them a danger to themselves and others. It didn't make anything any better though. There was crying, screaming, and inane mumbling constantly. It made it impossible to talk with anyone other than the nurses and it terrified 8 year old AJ to no end. He'd never liked the routine therapy and medication. When he was young, it had always frustrated him that no one believed him.
  
  The medication never worked, but the therapy helped him forget. It was ineffective at first, but then the hospital brought in a new doctor to help him. They were the one to convince him that he was interpreting reality differently, that what he thought was fact were delusions his mind thought were fact. Steadily, his condition became better and better. He talked about what happened less and admitted at one occasion that he couldn't be sure if the experience was even real. Just months before his release, the staff at the hospital picked him as their favorite and let him help with the worse off patients and even taught him basic and advanced first aid.
  
  At the age of 19, AJ was finally deemed fit to reenter society. Moving into a low income house in Milwaukee, AJ got two part time jobs to sustain himself as he saved up for a computer and started taking online College courses. Without a proper degree or education, AJ couldn't get most jobs. Even if he had a medical degree, he couldn't become a doctor like he'd hoped because he was considered to be too much of a risk to patients because of his background.
  
  Proving to be ridiculously smart in his online classes, AJ excelled at school and got a degree, albeit online, in medicine. Continuing to take courses for other subjects, AJ began to leave the incident when he was 7 behind him. That was, until he burned down his house because something went bump in the night.
  
  He wasn't sure what he saw, but it wasn't godly, that was for sure. The fire had been a spur of the moment thing. He'd still been allowed to carry a light back then, so he'd grabbed a bottle of hairspray and fashioned a homemade flamethrower to ward the thing off. Only, he did a lot more than just ward it off. He got out before the flames got too bad, luckily enough. Whatever was in his house must have died in the fire as well, because Jesus, did it scream. It was a howling, wailing, cry of death. If the fire didn't wake the neighborhood, the screaming would have.
  
  Once the cops came, AJ admitted his guilt and asked to be put back on medication. He didn't want something happening like this again. Neith did the legal system, which is why he nearly got locked up. Officer Howley though, a fat balding man, managed to convince the jury to give him just one last chance. So, he got put on parole. 4 months later, he's bought another low income house and is just trying to put the incident behind him. He'd write the whole uincident off as adelusion, but one thing stopped him from doing so.
  
  He'd asked his neighbors, and they'd heard the screaming too.
  
  KNOWN FAMILY:
  Catherine Marlowe, 36, mother: DECEASED
  Anthony Marlowe (Senior), 35, father: DECEASED
  Alice Marlowe, 4, sister: DECEASED
  Connor Marlowe, 12, brother: DECEASED
  Other assorted extended family: DECEASED
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  OTHER INFO:
  A list of things AJ isn't allowed, legally, to do:
  Drive
  Hold a firearm
  Hold a blade longer than 4 inches
  Be within 20 feet of pyrotechnics
  Become a doctor
  Have household chemicals
  Live in a house or building with other people
  Drink alcohol
  Have medication other than the ones prescribed to him
  Live within a school zone
  Etc.
  

 

[BasiliskVeranda]

ADRA

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• Biography
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  FULL NAME: Mikael Vilks Adramelech
  
  AGE: 30/??? Ancient
  
  NICKNAME: "Adra"
  
  BIRTHDATE: how does time work what are numbers even
  
  GENDER: M/Void
  
  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Adramalech, within Vilks' skinsuit, sits at just shy of six feet tall. He has a somewhat lackadaisical gait, titrating between either voraciously uninterested or flirtatiously invested. In any case, he wields his meatsuit like one would a high-stakes endgame of cards. He's either all in, or all out, and never the two shall meet. He's of usual build, with a pair of stolen, charming deep-blue eyes, and a shock of pillaged hay-colored blond hair.
  
  The most curious thing about him isn't what skin he wears, however, it's how he dresses. As the outfitter of Hell itself, he's fond of any number of anachronistic styles, and will change them up, at whim, for any reason. Do not be surprised if he arrives in a stunning damask-print business suit and aggressive silver stilettos one moment, and then changes the genre up with good old Americana; equipped with denim and American flag patches, because reasons.
  
  He is always either the best or most cleverly dressed (or he tries to be) and as he is a vain little shit, is protective of his garments (including his meatsuit).
  
  SEXUALITY: All
  
  HOMETOWN: Heaven; relocated to Hell.
  
  FACECLAIM: Boyd motherfucking Holbrook i'm TIRED
  
  
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  POSITIVE: Adra is a curiously excellent listener, as empathetic as someone with a bastardized soul can be (flighty, unfixed), and has a fondness bordering on parentage for all manners of household pets. He's the type one runs to when they need to rail on about their perilous day, or some minor and major annoyances. He's the type to take care of your animals while you're gone fighting Heaven and Hell, and anything else.
  
  He's also the type to genuinely seem like he cares (if you interest him, of course, otherwise you're nothing), which is a curious thing in and of itself. As a demon of some oft unexplained pedigree (why, Christian texts only mention him all of two times), one would think he wouldn't be the type to get wine-drunk with and bitch about things, but he is.
  
  For how much Mikael's influence came into play in this, none can say.
  
  NEGATIVE: Though it may need to go into the positive category, Adra is driven in an insidious fashion. Whatever means allowed Val to conscript him to her little operation are unknown, but the one known that exists is that he has a mission, and even all the lazy-helping, actually-listening, vanishing acts, knick-of-time-escapades, or wine-drunk-shenanigans-while-being-assailed-via-hell-hounds are concerned, he will drop all of that. In an instant. In a pre-instant. In order to accomplish some specific goal, which may in fact be far more tender-hearted and ludicrous than he'd ever explain.
  
  What needs to be hit home is that he's mercurial. Driven, but not by them, or her, or him, or that, or this. He is elusive. He will lie. He is unreliable. He will help to hurt to reach a goal that only he holds close. He can be trusted to only act in your favor when it suits him.
  
  When he's not in front of you, listening to you gossip, assume he's not your friend—connections are fleeting.
  
  ABILITIES/TALENTS: Pet-sitting. Fashion. Art. Talking about himself. Listening. Decorating. Sewing. Aesthetics. Low-level demon nonsense when it suits him. Puncturing mortal insides with a leather augur to get enough red for a particular dye for the "torture promenade". Being gorgeous.
  
  WORST FEARS: Adra has no actual fear, as having actual fear requires one to have an actually functioning human empathy center of some manner, or at least be learned in some way. What he does have, however, is the curious distaste for losing his meatsuit. He will not hop willingly. He does not wish to abandon the Vilks-mobile. He's even disgustingly precious about injuries, despite most being unable to fell him.
  
  WEAKNESSES: Because Adra does not, for some completely dick-cheesed reason, want to abandon his vessel, this makes him uniquely vulnerable. If one wants to get him to do something, one has but to extort his weakness for wearing fine things, and the finest thing he owns is the flesh he was invited into.
  
  THEME SONG: https://open.spotify.com/track/2Eg8N0qgB1wQ64TexXSOCu?si=9kf2OZqtTSmpJs9gKUIKEg
  
  
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  REASON FOR JOINING: Valerie Walker and her entire operation is the only way, Adra believes, to get what he wants. And so he will be very useful, so that he may make use of them, to reach his aims.
  
  BIOGRAPHY:
  Mikael:
  The meat-suit known as Mikael Vilks was a an insufferable dick-cheese who could find even death amusing. He was raised on raising hell, but only aesthetic-hell, and only if it came with a dose of something chemical. That insufferable dick-cheese, upon finding love in his life, settled down to a level of normalcy. The needle and the damage done did not linger, for he had his Naomi, and he wanted for nothing.
  
  He settled down to live a life of fishing, being a dog-dad, and listening to his lover talk about her adventures at work; editorials, editorials, and not a drop of ink to drink. Yet with stability also comes the invitation for a potent brew called loss. Mikael's brush with the supernatural rendered Naomi Vilks in shreds; the women in refrigerators trope a sad fact of life for a man who took all-day fishing trips. Naomi-less, the dick-cheese did what he does best, and self-destructed.
  
  Perhaps it took weeks. Maybe it only took a few hours. One thing is certain, however. What came knocking shortly after was not kicked right out the door. Instead, it was invited in, and removed the syringe from his forearm. It fed his body, played with his dog, and kept him company.
  
  Mikael did not question It, not even when he started to lose his grip on his own bones. What lives there now is called Adramelech. The Devil's tailor, the outfitter of evil, the one who changes the drapes and fashions himself a peacock in a million-eyed blood. And what Adra wants?
  
  Well, none can quite say save for Val Walker, who lets him flit in and out of her operation, helping or perhaps leading astray. He's mostly useless, until something sparks his interest, and not even Val can say what glimmers darkly.
  
  Adramelech:
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  KNOWN FAMILY: Oh, isn't hell just one big, happy family?
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  It's a curious thing to be so potent a demon and yet so feeble in its devices. In the old retellings of even older retellings, the twice-referenced creature is known as the Devil's tailor, the outfitter of hell, and in some circles, a God-King revered enough to sacrifice actual children to. He's made of the stuff of peacocks and what-have-you, and death, and death, and lovely garments that shine like dead-eyed jewels.
  
  The truth is actually far more boring, and perhaps stranger, than any fictitious explanation.
  
  Adra was a young prince far too long in the past to be remembered. Of no major acclaim or import (no mark left on history, truly), aside from his lineage, which was obviously royal and important; Samaria, Samaria, well...it was hardly Paris. Adra dripping in jewels. Adra, beloved by the sun. Adra would-be ruler of...something.
  
  Therein, an untimely death was met.
  
  His memories of this time period are relatively hazy. What he does very much remember is dying. What he also remembers is living a prisoned life, only to be poured into some mold, forced into land-marriages, and paraded around like heir-chattel. He remembers keenly disliking this, for he was the type to love poetry, art, philosophy, and freedom. He was not the type to care for politics and being under anyone's thumb. He was not a ruler.
  
  He despised this. Enough so, perhaps, to take his own life. To take his own life and end up in Hell. To end up in Hell, and upon having his mortal soul twisted around in rivets, he seemed more concerned about how obscenely ugly everything was than being tortured. This might just have been amusing for his overseers. It may have even amused Lucifer himself.
  
  Therein comes the lowly black-eyed thing into being, and therein comes the outfitter. The tailor. The suit-maker. The decorator. The devil in a black dress, when it suits him.
  
  He amuses, and so he stays in good un-graces, but as time has passed...and as he has just so happened to have fallen into a mortal coil so devoid of self-worth, self-love, and filled with longing...perhaps the greater goal he's driven to is beyond his station. Perhaps the mistake was finding a likesome, desperate, pathetic, lonely, trapped feeling within Vilks' mind—one he could very much relate to.
  
  Perhaps Vilks' dissolution—as Adra grows strong Vilks fades keenly—was more than just the usual consequence of stealing a necessary fresh body to puppet.
  
  Perhaps it was a barb, implanted deep, as a seed of doubt.
  
  That maybe, just maybe, Adra could be something more than a purveyor of fine silks. Maybe he could be something good and right, if only for one soul. One that is so dim, distant, foggy, and lonely. Perhaps it was a seed of rebellion, even.
  
  Perhaps, perhaps, and now we are out of time, Adra is bored, and will wander desperately to a goal only he can see with deep black eyes and muse over with a borrowed half-turned smile.
  
  Perhaps.
  

 

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Archer Greywood

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  FULL NAME: Archer Greywood
  
  AGE: 35;
  
  NICKNAME: Woods, Archie;
  
  BIRTHDATE: 01/20/1985;
  
  GENDER: M;
  
  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Archer stands at around five feet and eleven inches tall, his history of hunting and MMA has given him a toned body: with a tightened torso and abdomen with biceps, triceps, back muscles, et cetera expertly trained to bow shooting. Shaved his hair since the "accident." Keeps a beard. Usually wears long-sleeved shirts, camo cargo pants with brown/tree camo boots, occasionally camo bow gloves too. Brown hair color, blue eye color. Frequently switches up his style of walking to trick up any person that's stalking him.
  
  SEXUALITY: Heterosexual;
  
  HOMETOWN: New Gehenna, Ohio (Fictional);
  
  FACECLAIM: Unknown;
  
  
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  POSITIVE: Archer is a very devoted individual to his craft, especially of the hunting variety, every day and night he spends his time tinkering, toying with ideas on how to improve the kill. The guy has always been an altruist even before the "incident," it only managed to further his altruism as he now knows that human lives rest in his hands. He's easily concerned for others but determination and duty steel his mind during "work sessions." You may find his possessions to be less than expected for a man with his career, he's detached himself from all but the necessary possessions.
  
  NEGATIVE: While the brutality of the supernatural is perhaps known to hunters everywhere but Archer ups the ante when it comes to being brutal. Before every hunt, he kneels on one knee and begins to recite a prayer, this is a constant for him, he ALWAYS always does this before hunting. Often, fellow hunters misinterpret his dutifulness as coldness, remarking that he is more akin to a steel beam than a living person. In truth, Archer is heavily repentant for his own actions during the incident and wishes to never have a repeat of that. Self-isolation is another forte of his, he can go weeks or months without human contact.
  
  ABILITIES/TALENTS: Bow huntin', "shuuusshhh, be vewy vewy quiet I'm huntin' monsters", bike & ATV ridin', skinnin', MMA, the ability to fall asleep in 10 seconds, fishing, good at darts, steady hands;
  
  WORST FEARS: Repeating the "incident", and trypanophobia;
  
  WEAKNESSES: Due to those pesky genes, Archer suffers from hyperopia, to alleviate his condition he wears contact lenses;
  Something of a pill popper, he can down amphetamines, analgesics (painkillers), anxiolytics (anti-anxiety), and others like nothing. May potentially be addicted to them;
  Very sensitive to back pain;
  
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  REASON FOR JOINING: After the incident, Archer actively hunted beasts of his own volition, it was only recently that he received the invitation from Val but he happily accepted as he saw this as a chance to further his own goal of saving his fellow man and ridding the world of the monster filth.
  
  BIOGRAPHY: Archer grew up in New Gehenna, Ohio like any average boy did, a life filled with happiness, joy, carefree, and the occasional hunt with his dear old dad. His school life was problematic as Archer frequently refused to even spend an iota of his free time to dedicate himself to book learning, it's a miracle that he even passed high school. The kid simply enjoyed the more visceral pleasures of life, so much so that during his first two years of college he earned the nickname Slugger. Shame though since he only lasted two years of (in his words) "mind-numbing slog."
  
  Never fear for Archer's bloodlust would be sated in the form of professional MMA fights. By all manner of the word, the guy was a natural in the cage. He dodged kicks and punches then dished out punishment that his opponents sorely deserved. People often compared him to his namesake, about how a tree would bend in the wind but not break. Nine years of fighting netted Archer an impressive record of twenty-three wins to four losses, twenty-seven fights total. During his eighteenth fight, he met the love of his life in the stands, Marie O'Neil. He's had many flings before in his past but Marie was special, he could tell. After three years of dating, they married and Archer continued his MMA career for another year before retiring back to his hometown of New Gehenna.
  
  Ah, they lived a happy life. Archer opened up a pawn shop and taught as a hunting instructor during the weekends while Marie continued her job as a programmer. At thirty-two, Archer had decided to go on a nice, little camping trip in the woods, Marie agreed. The somber nature of the woods erased all worries, the whistles of the animals both frightened and awe-inspired the married couple. He even taught her how to shoot a bow for the first time. However, unbeknownst to them, they had become the prey of a sadistic vampire who grew to love the taste of misery almost as much as the taste of blood.
  
  In the dead of the night, this freakish monster began to approach the household. Already giggling and cackling to himself, drunk with the thoughts, alone, of tormenting these flesh bags. His mouth watered in anticipation then the vile abomination leaped from the ground in a stealth-like manner akin to a cunning feline. Quietly he landed on the trailer of the Greywoods and began to enact his most sinister plan. The Greywoods slept together peacefully, oh if only they knew what would befall them.
  
  A noisy creature awoke Archer from his slumber, only to find out that he was restrained! Bound by the same ropes that he used to haul the prey the day prior. He looked around, the darkness of the trailer obfuscated his vision but even blind, Archer could recognize Marie's muffled voice. Then he saw it. Or rather him. A long, lanky man with grey skin and bloodsucking FANGS! He stood near her, watching him with a twisted grin and even more demented look in his eye. Archer instinctively tried to lunge at his attacker in spite of his bondage. The only thing that moved was his right hand. When he raised it, the glint of a hunting knife shined in Archer's hyperopic eye. He tried to cut himself free but with a blink, the vampire's unnatural speed closed the distance between the two and caught Archer's arm before anything could be attempted.
  
  Vampire's free hand lifted Archer by his nape and began to move him forward towards Marie. He tried to release the knife from his hand but found that it was taped shut. Marie's eyes pleaded for mercy but the vampire was fresh out of it, the hunter-now-hunted kept screaming at the creature of the night, spouting profanities and curses alike. He lifted Archer's hand then slashed downwards across her body, missing vital arteries and surface veins. The crimson substance now began to ooze, the Vampire dropped Archer from his nape but held onto his hand. He lowered his head and began to lap up the sanguine liquid like a puppy drinks water, much to the horror of Archer and Marie. Once he had his fill, he repeated the process of lifting Archer by his nape and cutting his wife with his own hand several times.
  
  Then it was showtime. The vampire tore off the ropes from Archer and taunted him to attack. Not thinking clearly, Archer stood up and began to slash at the creature. Vain attempts all things considered, as the vampire effortlessly dodged the man's slow attacks. Then when he got bored with the charade, he waited for the opportune moment. Archer threw a thrusting attack with the knife but that was what the vampire wanted! He stepped back and ripped Marie out of her restraints then drove her into Archer's attack. It pierced her liver and the vampire manically laughed.
  
  The look of horror on both of their faces was unspeakable. Then she was whisked away by the vamp and Archer hasn't seen her since that day.
  
  After one year of mental therapy and legal battles (since it was believed that he was responsible for Marie's disappearance, thankfully, he had a good lawyer), he sold all of his possessions and began to devote every cell of his being to the destruction of the unnatural monsters that feast on humanity as if they were cattle.
  
  KNOWN FAMILY: Gerard Greywood, (Father), Status: Alive (Age 82), Retirement home, New Gehenna;
  Alice Greywood, (Mother), Status: Deceased (Age 79), New Gehenna Cemetary;
  Richard Greywood, (Brother), Status: Alive (Age 28), Somewhere in South Cal;
  Marie O'Neil/Greywood, (Wife), Status: Unknown/Presumed Deceased (Age 30), ????
  Conor O'Neil, (Father-in-Law), Status: Unknown/Presumed Alive (Age 77), ????
  Siobhan O'Neil, (Mother-in-Law), Status: Unknown/Presumed Alive (Age 72), ????
  John Deckard, (Family Friend, Assisted in Archer's court case), Status: Alive (Age 50), Somewhere in Ohio.
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  -Has a tribal wolf tattoo on his left pectoral after the incident;
  
  Spoiler: A hoonter must hoont beasts

  

  
  

  

  
  

  

 

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Atticus Gataki

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  FULL NAME: Atticus Gataki
  
  AGE: 31
  
  NICKNAME: Ikis, kitten if you want a new enemy fueled by unaddressed childhood trauma
  
  BIRTHDATE: 08/13/1989
  
  GENDER: M/nonconforming
  
  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5'8", Black, got some chub though he walks everywhere, black hair and dark eyes, well-manicured beard
  
  SEXUALITY: Gay/demi
  
  HOMETOWN: Kabul, Afghanistan, but currently floating around Virginia, USA
  
  FACECLAIM: Idris Elba
  
  
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  POSITIVE: Despite existing in the ruins of his life, Atticus is generally empathetic and sociable. It's like he's interested in having a life, he just doesn't know how to get himself one. He's inquisitive and calculating, naturally inclined to be interested in people. He can be a bit of a sleuth in that way. He's optimistic but quietly so; despite any odds, he will continue to work for what others believe in. He doesn't have much beliefs left himself, after leaving Afghanistan. He has a general sense of morality and wishes to do what's 'right', but he's not sure what right is. He has too many bad habits to unravel.
  
  NEGATIVE: Atticus can be overeager in helping others -- foolhardy's a good word for it. His workaholic condition plays a part in that as well. He's easy to tick off and one of his bad habits is threatening violence, something too common in politics. Underneath the zeal and soft optimism, though, his abysmal self-esteem is evident in self-deprecating comments. He's also very sarcastic, though that could be positive when he uses it in a tense situation instead of violence. He can also drop into an existential mood, which is usually depressing.
  
  ABILITIES/TALENTS: Sleuthing, navigating politics, lying
  
  WORST FEARS: Finding out death is a void. This guy is so extra. He's too terrified of being rejected by his family/friends that he can't face them at all. He is scared of being truly worthless, which is why it's easier to say it himself like it's a joke before anyone else has the chance to.
  
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  REASON FOR JOINING: Atticus would reluctantly submit himself, thinking he would have nothing to offer them but will try his darnedest. He feels a strong sense of purpose in it, a stronger sense than he ever had in political ambitions.
  
  BIOGRAPHY: Born with the right connections, Atticus was spoon-fed an ascension through the Afghan government. At 26, he was provincial governor of Nangarhar; it was better than being governor of the province he had grown up in, Nimroz. No one cared about Nimroz except to break in new boots, and that was something Atticus had wanted to change. At 29, he was given National Security Advisor, thanks to his friendship with the President, and leveraging his father's American citizenship as a draw on the West worshippers. In the last year of his service, however, Atticus was at odds with the President, and he wasn't the only one; the Defense Minister laid down an invitation to a brewing coup over tea. It was a difficult pill to swallow, but one that, eventually, Atticus did. Only in looking back could Atticus see how power hungry and lost he had been in endorsing the coup; he was the choice prospect to take the Presidency.
  
  But the coup never would have succeeded. The President had not been acting like herself because she had not been herself -- Atticus knew that much. To this day Atticus can't convince himself that he didn't see the President open her jaws sickeningly wide and take the head off of the Defense Minister. She had asked Atticus to join her then, and she would tell him everything. With horror swirling around in his head, Atticus still managed to have a gut impulse -- yes. Yes, he wanted to join her, to have what she had, to have that power.
  
  He was lucky he never had the chance. Some people he had never seen before broke into the Arg and fell on them in that moment. The rest, Atticus could not recall. He came out on the other side with his life, somehow, and Afghanistan a new dawn.
  
  But, now, everyone he had in his life either hated him or was dead. His time feasting on politics estranged his family and friends. He wouldn't know what to say if he returned to the Arg, blood on his hands he had no explanation for. He left Afghanistan on a sleepless night, and time tumbled him into the USA. He felt like he was toeing the doorstep of his cousin, Tor, never quite finding the courage to knock. Still, he never got within a thousand miles of her doorstep. Atticus only drifted, in a limbo between lives.
  
  KNOWN FAMILY:
  Tor Popal, cousin, former best friend -- California, USA.
  Shaheen Taraki, mother -- California, USA
  Soraya Taraki, stepmother -- California, USA
  Rada Gataki, father -- Kabul, Afghanistan
  
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[Taco]

Michael A. Gray

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  FULL NAME: Michael Alexander Gray
  
  AGE: 27
  
  NICKNAME: Mike, Mikey, etc
  
  BIRTHDATE: 05/07/1993
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Michael has a very average, if slightly more athletic build, but that mostly comes from genetics. He's a bit on the taller side at about six feet tall, which makes him seem more imposing than he really is. His brown hair is on the longer side and always loosely styled. Michael's expression is cold and scrutinizing, his amber eyes always analyzing and judging. He typically wears long-sleeved flannels and jackets with jeans; however, he only has a suitcase full of clothes, so he recycles the same shirts often. He has a stubborn feel about him and an air of silent arrogance, like he believes he knows better than anyone else but refuses to share. Despite this, Michael tries to maintain a low profile everywhere he goes. He wants to be the least noticeable person in the room.
  
  SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
  
  HOMETOWN: Huntington, West Virginia
  
  FACECLAIM: Andrew W. Walker
  
  
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  POSITIVE: Michael is an incredibly stoic person and will bear the weight of a thousand and one problems without complaint. His stoicism is complimented by his thoughtful nature, he’s constantly planning five steps ahead. Because of his upbringing, he learned to be very independent and work well under pressure. Michael likes to avoid conflict when he can, despite being perfectly capable of holding his own in a fight. He was also taught to always think about the greater good and its caused him to make some morally grey decisions, ones that he’s come to regret. While it can be difficult to earn Michael’s trust, he’s fiercely loyal and protective of those that have. Even though Michael was raised by a supposed hunter, he is still very skeptical of the mythical and supernatural.
  
  NEGATIVE: Spending his most formative years driving around the country with his uncle was detrimental to Michael’s social abilities. He’s easily flustered and sometimes takes things too literally. Because of this, he tends to keep to himself. He’s also developed the bad habit of pushing down his emotions, which can lead to outbursts of rage or sadness (or both). His pessimism and quick judgment of people leads to a lot of suspicion of others and he assumes the worst in people. As a result of being raised the way he was, Michael has no sense of self and believes he has no place in the real world. It’s caused some self-loathing. Another issue for Michael is his drinking, which he hides as much as he can. It's a problem that's come up since he left his uncle behind.
  
  ABILITIES/TALENTS: Having been trained by an old hunter, Michael knows the basics of tracking and hunting the supernatural. He also became quite good at chess and learned to predict people's movements and actions. Lockpicking is one of his more unsavory skills, but it's one that's come in handy on more than one occasion. He also plays guitar as a way to relieve stress.
  
  WORST FEARS: Michael is terrified of heights. He's scared of having no purpose in the world and ending up like his uncle, a senile old man with nothing productive to do. And he's afraid of finding out what happened to his parents and will avoid anything that has to do with them.
  
  WEAKNESSES: One of Michael's major weaknesses would be his social ineptness. It can cause trouble for him and makes it even harder to form meaningful bonds. He can be a little full of himself and assumes that he's one of, if not the most, knowledgable person despite lacking a high school diploma. He's also developed a horrible sleep schedule and gets less than six hours of sleep a day. Instead of resting, he chooses to drink.
  
  THEME SONG: Have You Ever Seen The Rain - Creedence Clearwater Revival
  
  
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  REASON FOR JOINING: When Michael received a message from Valerie Walker, he decided to tag along for two reasons above any others. At that point, he's been trained to hunt monsters and, despite still being doubtful of their existence, he wants to use that training to feel useful and he faintly recognized the name. It's not like he had anything better to do either.
  
  BIOGRAPHY: Michael Alexander Gray was born to Tyler Gray, an up-and-coming Civil Rights lawyer, and Angelina Gray, an outstanding Orthodontist, in the small town of Huntington, West Virginia. It was a town in which everyone knew everyone else. His childhood was fairly normal, although it was hectic with two brothers. It was an almost perfect life.
  
  During the summer after Michael's freshman year of high school, the entire Gray family went on a camping trip into a nearby woods for a few days. Michael wasn't ecstatic about the idea, but he didn't have much choice in the matter. On the day of a fishing trip, Micheal began to feel sick as a dog and was told to stay and watch the campsite. Fishing was never very exciting to Michael, so he didn't mind in the slightest. He also may have been exaggerating the sickness a bit. After almost the entire day passed without any sign of his parents, Michael began to panic and called the police on his father's phone. Since it had been less than twenty four hours, the police were dismissive, but Michael's begging and pleading eventually got them to send a local ranger. Before long, the entire area around their campsite was flooded with police officers and Michael was being bombarded with questions. He never saw exactly what happened to his family, but he overheard some gruesome details.
  
  Since Michael's immediate family had all been killed in some sort of "accident," Michael needed a new place to stay. He didn't know of any other family members he could live with, both sets of his grandparents having passed away. Eventually, they found he had an uncle and Michael was off to stay with him.
  
  Living with his uncle was a major adjustment for Michael. It was completely different from his previous life. Firstly, his uncle lived in the middle of the woods in Tahoe, California. He had also somehow accumulated a nice fortune, despite never working an actual job in his life, and was surprisingly old. In the beginning, the two spent a lot of time together, mostly grieving over the loss of their family. That soon evolved into playing chess and telling stories, which they did multiple times each day. Michael had never thought about chess in the rest of his life combined than in the first month of staying with his uncle. While Michael would reminisce on the happy times before his family's demise, his uncle would weave tales of hunters and huntresses that slew paranormal beasts and protected people from entities they didn't realize were a threat. At the time, Michael thought they were just fantastical stories his uncle made up.
  
  After a few weeks of getting settled in, Michael had to start school again. Sort of. His uncle began to "homeschool" Michael every day of the week. He would spend a few hours online, learning basic English and math skills and then the rest of the day was spent on training. This is where their relationship began to crumble. Training was rigorous and often dangerous. Michael's uncle was extremely hard on him and allowed no mistakes to be made without punishment of some kind. He always said it was a matter of life and death. His uncle would set up elaborate tests of mental fortitude or life-threatening surprises, like throwing a knife to test Michael's reflexes. Michael began to think his uncle was psychotic and hoped everything would go back to normal if he complied. When he turned eighteen, they left the old chalet in favor of a 1969 Mustang Mach 1.
  
  For about a decade, Michael was dragged around the country in search of supernatural beasts and whatnot. He hated every second of it and longed for a normal life with each passing minute. As one false lead eventually led to another false lead, Michael's disbelief in the supernatural was constantly reinforced. And he could tell his uncle was fed up with Michael's lack of faith. As time went on, they argued more and more often and Michael felt as though their relationship had changed from uncle and nephew to captor and captive.
  
  After years and years of searching and no occult findings to show for it, Michael decided enough was enough. A huge fight between him and his uncle ended with Michael wishing he had never met his uncle, going so far as to say he wished he was with the rest of his family, and Michael's uncle cursing and calling him a coward for not wanting to avenge his parent's deaths at the hands of the supernatural. Michael left without another word and hasn't seen his uncle since.
  
  Two years have passed since Michael left his uncle and he wants nothing more than to reintegrate into society, to get a real job, to fall in love and have a family. But fear keeps him from ever settling down in one place for long. The more time he spends doing nothing, the more he hates himself for not being able to do anything.
  
  KNOWN FAMILY:
  - Angelina Gray (Mother) -- Deceased
  - Tyler Gray (Father) -- Deceased
  - Nicholas Gray (Brother) -- Deceased
  - Devin Gray (Brother) -- Deceased
  - Uncle Kevin -- Living (as far as he's aware)
  
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Victor Green

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  FULL NAME: Victor James Green
  
  AGE: 26
  
  NICKNAME: Vic / Greeny
  
  BIRTHDATE: 08/03/1994
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Average build with about 181cm of height. He's got a blonde, longer than most boys, hair. Green eyes.
  
  SEXUALITY: Straight
  
  HOMETOWN: Homeless, streets of New York.
  
  FACECLAIM: unknown
  
  
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  POSITIVE: Victor is a sweet individual always willing to help those in need. This is a positive trait, however, a lot of times it led him towards negative experiences.
  
  - kind, honest, quite the jokester, giving
  
  
  NEGATIVE: mentally unstable, anger issues, honest
  
  ABILITIES/TALENTS: playing the guitar and a violin, was into parkour and MMA in the early ages of his life.
  
  WORST FEARS: heights, spiders, clowns
  
  WEAKNESSES: allergy to peanuts, signs of PTSD, short fuse
  
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  REASON FOR JOINING: After the death of his wife who carried his child at that time everything went downwards for him. He lost everything, even his home. Now he roams the streets of New York, living off the scraps of food that are thrown out everyday by big restaurants.
  
  BIOGRAPHY: During a cold, mysterious December Victor learned that there are things that go way over human imagination.
  
  Victor lived with his family in a small one-bedroom apartment in New York next to a pricey but delicious restaurant called "Destiny". One night they were out there having dinner. His wife Aspera ordered a mushroom risotto and he went with a simple steak. A fine night it was, for they were celebrating. Merely just a couple of hours prior to this, Aspera had told Victor that she is pregnant. A suprise to be sure, however it was considered a great news for them both.
  
  All went great in the restaurant and the manager even gave them a discount for he heard them talking about it. What a kind gentleman!
  
  All had changed after they came home. An eerie silence flooded the apartment and Victor himself felt that something was off. An hour it took for one of them to finally break the chains of this binding quietness and it was Aspera.
  
  "I need to leave." were the words for ever imprinted in Victor's mind.
  
  He started begging her to not go but it was useless. The man wondered what could have happened however his thoughts were not going anywhere. It was simple. Nothing happened.
  
  Victor stayed in the living room for a while, while Aspera was in the kitchen making coffee. Or was she?
  
  Something felt off so noticeably that shivers went down his neck and so he couldn't bear it anymore. He jumped up and rushed to the kitchen where he saw the haunting image.
  
  A knife in the belly of his loved one. The pool of blood under her injured body was growing rapidly.
  
  Although there was still time to save her, Victor couldn't move. And I don't mean this metaphorically, someone or rather, something held him in place wrapping it's arms around Victor's body.
  
  The nasty, cruel thing made him watch until the morning.
  
  A court proceeded, however Victor was cleared of all charges. It didn't matter though for after the charges were put up, he lost his job and soon after he would loose his house too.
  
  
  KNOWN FAMILY:
  Aspera Marie Green - Wife - Deceased
  James Green - Father - Deceased
  Ámelie Green - Mother - Deceased
  Jessica Ámelie Green - Sister - Unknown
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  OTHER INFO: He punched a clown in the face once... That was epic.