Multiple Settings OOC Murder in the City of Devils: CS applications

[strawberryspiral]

Open and accepting applications!


The following is a rubric for Murder in the City of Devils character sheets.


Picture(s) of Character HERE-

Name:
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Age:
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Abilities:
Weaknesses:
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-Picture of Character HERE-
can be realistic for human form or use art if you prefer not picky about that. If your character has multiple forms you can also use art for the species' second beast form. (Some species may have three forms if it makes sense for their character).

Name:

Face Claim:

Pronouns:

Age: Eighteen or older preferred.

Profession:
Celebrities- Actors/actresses, musical artists, internet personalities, models, artists of any kind, comedians, performers of any kind, philanthropists, and star athletes.
AIU Detectives
Talent Managers
(Be creative as you like with these, if you have a different professional role you’d like to go with let me know and we can work it out.)
Hunters- villains can eventually change loyalties over time. Hunters are secretive factions and don’t readily share their identities. Perfect role for someone wanting to play both sides of the conflict.

Species: Choose one, all hybrids must be half human.
Vampires
Werewolves
Witches/Warlocks
Fae- Dryads, Sylphs, Nymphs.
Elves
Dwarves
Goblins
Merfolk/Sirens
Shapeshifters-
Banshees- Able to predict death, gets premonitions of future tragedies.
Ghouls- Raised from the dead by magic users, must feed off the dead to live.
Wizards: Mortals that learn arcane knowledge through their studies.
Hybrids/Sorcerers- Part human, born with magical abilities that awaken at some point in life because of arcane heritage.
Humans(?)- Looking for one to two mortals willing to realize their true arcane heritage through the workings of plot.
(Willing to discuss other species.)

Abilities: Choose one to two- or more if discussed first.

Weaknesses:

• Will allow siring other weres and vamps. But beware this creates a profound connection with the sire and can also backfire. Sometimes the siring doesn’t take and it causes nasty mutations.
• TBD. Further weaknesses to be added. Can be of own creation as well.

Skills: pretty straightforward if a character is a singer have their skills be geared to that. If a detective do the same- you get the gist.

Biography: Traditional states and country names apply, cities however do not. If you have any questions regarding this let me know. For instance NYC is known as New Veil City and LA is Los Noctis in this universe.

Personality: a couple or a ton of character traits, be as detailed or vague as you wish.

Moral Alignment: Can be exceptions to the rule as long as it makes sense to backstory- like someone who disregards being lawful when children are involved because of childhood trauma of their own.

Motivations/Aspirations: what does your character want out of life? What gets them out of bed in the morning?

Relationships: Family, friends, romantic interests, work colleagues. (Discuss in thread with others totally willing for two to play a set of twins or a married couple.)

Format your CS however you like if you are a code user, but keep in mind I have terrible eyesight lol. I will be posting first character sheet in a couple of days. If you have any questions or concerns don't hesitate to PM me or post in this thread

 

[Garbage.]

Dr. Voltaire Chariot


Face Claim:

Gender:
Male
Age:
24
Profession:
Hunter
Species:
Human
Abilities:
Technopathy:
Voltaire has the ability to physically interact, communicate, and manipulate technology with his mind
Weaknesses:
Migraines from prolonged technopathy use
Skills:
Engineering Major
Krav Maga Specialist
Supernatural Biologist
Bio:
Voltaire was the seventh son of a seventh son. The Chariots were an old family of dedicated hunters who used their influence in business and education to prepare their sons the endless struggle against evil they faced. Voltaire was subjected to the misfortune of his birth, cursed due to the superstition that dictated his birth. A seventh son was the antithesis to everything they strived for; it was only by the grace of his grandmother, that he continued to breathe. A black sheep of his family; He didn't hold the same religious fanaticism his family did, but held an even greater hunger for knowledge.

His tutors unable to keep up with scores and before too long, he had become bored with them. It was on the night of his seventh birthday, a migraine so severe struck him that he recoiled out of bed as though he had been physically struck. The tech throughout the estate suddenly came alive of it's own volition. Every TV, Phone, Computer, and light rupturing or otherwise frying themselves. It was when he learned, he was cursed. A human with supernatural abilities belonged in neither world. It was the last known he ever felt the warmth of his family estate.

Personality:
Voltaire is a complicated man who hunts down supernatural entities without mercy, though he only hunts their criminal ilk. The blurred line of humanity he existed between allowed him to act as he pleased. He'd save the innocents regardless of their origins, making enemies of humans and supernaturals alike. Where society saw brutality, he saw efficiency.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Motivations/Aspirations: Start his own Hunting Agency
Relationships: Assistant Minister Horvath

Spoiler: Voltaire's Assistant

Ingvar Tolls

 

[BuggaBoo]

Push Up...

"DJ" - Desiree-Jeanetta Chea-Soeur - 'The Celebrity Aerial'

'Ms. Chaser', Facer, 'Ditsy'​

She/Her ○ 21yo ○ 5'7" ○ 130lbs ○ Black Hair ○ Green Eyes ○ Brown Skin ○ Athletic build
Tofino, Canada ○ Witch/Sorceress ○ Model/Dancer/Acrobat ○ Chaotic Good ○ #TheOnlyChaser ​

This is Ms. Chaser...

~Looks ​

DJ is an athletic girl that loves to show off her tight bod. She is toned, strong and regards peak physical fitness and fine musculature high on her priorities. She is slinky and posey with her movements showing off her best feminine features. Big green eyes always accented by dark makeup and falsies when out on a premiere. There always seems to be a glint or shine in her eye whenever she enjoys herself or is being playful. She has that award winning smile and expensive shiny, white teeth so she constantly flashes her signature grin, followed by a wink and nod. Black ears and tail are expressive as can be too!

She is quite flashy with her fit; super showy and definitely a style all her own. It ranges from bright colours with wild flashing accessories or leathery, sexy with much skin revealed. She does love her black and green colours scheme fo'sho! The flashier and glowier the better! Ears, tongue, navel and hood pierced. Ink done on back, arms, legs, ankles and feet. Scars all across her body, but massive one on right forearm she covers with tattoos.

Possessions:
○ | E-Motorcycle - Ths is her prized possession. She call him 'Purrge'
○ | Giant Phone - Cuz yeah, how else you keep up with your socials?
○ | XL deck e-skateboard and Glowing Accessories - The girl is up to the latest trends and right now its the 'Femme Skater' look.

~Acts:​

+ | Chatty, Playful and Witty
+ | Considerate, Team-Player, Family-Oriented
+ | Driven, Quick Learner, and Hard-working
+ | Daring, Acrobatic, Playful

- | Soft hearted, easily taken in by fans and charity cases
- | No concept of monetary value, Vain,Over-protective
- | Perfectionist, Impulsive, Can't slow down
- | Daring, Daydreamy, In the Closet

Motivations:
○ | DJ is used to the life of luxury, glitz and glamour. She spends her money just like drinking water which is concerning. Oh but she remember when she was poor and her family shared a room with another family when she was still a kid so she gunna live it up. She spends it all on anything she wants, esp. for her family cuz she know it won't last forever.
○ | DJ and her brother are cursed. He is trapped in a spirit form and they both been looking for way to get him a proper body again. At the same time she is trying to get rid of her feline curse actually kinda enjoys the cat ears and tail.

Relations:
○ | Mother - Stephania, 48. - Great relationship with mother and brother. Mother broke her back as a single mother and only source of income and so she bought her mom a reeeeeallly nice house and makes sure she never has to work again. DJ is sooooo thankful and appreciative for her mom cuz despite all the hardships still she managed to always be there as a key player to help DJ with her ascension to stardom.
○ | Bodyguard - CC, 28. - Bff and has been even before CC was hired on as her bodyguard. By contract CC has to wear a mask when on duty and so DJs fans ship her and her bff as 'Sailor Chaser and Sexydo Mask.'
○ | Lover - Corinna Kiana, 22 - Pro skater/surfer and P/T lover. Over 2 yrs now, she and Corki are a thing but desperately keep it in the closet due to DJs mgmt team not wanting to out her and turn away 1/2 her fanbase of horny, thirsty hetero males.
○ | Employer/Mentor - Armada Inc./Umbra Clan - the entertainment mega-corp has been watching her for a while thru Umbra and have her entrenched in their tight grasp. Despite overbearing rules on her, DJ has never been mistreated by the corporate entity. Yet.

Skills and Abilities:​

Familiar:
○ | Aura! - This is DJ's Technomance'd lil' Robo Kitty Assistant - if she need a reminder, take pics/vid, an alarm, a portable light show, a speaker, or just someone to talk to? Well, despite the bad ideas and suggestions it gives she is still thankful for and loves the robo kitty. But Aura is actually the spirit/soul of her brother Malachite. Yes, she has bonded to him as a familiar so she may see through his eyes and telepathically speak with him but it was the only way to keep his soul tethered to this reality without crossing over. So far, this is the only way they found to keep him in a body. Far from ideal but he is still there with her.

He may escape the robo kitty body and take form of a translucent, shadowy black cat and float around but it is dangerous since another witch could use him and claim him as a resident spirit to do their bidding and steal him away from DJ.

Skills:
○ | Performer - dancer, actor, acrobatics/gymnast, climber, aerial, skateboarding, model. Knows the jargon, business and experienced in the sleaziness of the entertainment industry.
○ | Influencer- celebrity and an online presence. Knows how to use her socials to get full exposure and platform herself and her brands. Rn its e-motorcycles and e-skateboards.
○ | Elementalist - rituals, spells, wards, books, scripture, potions. Not as strong in these as she is in actually manipulating her element but still is competentj enough.

Abilities: Elemental Witch (Wind Sorceress):
+ | Spiritualist - she may not commune directly with the dead without spells but she is sensitive to spirits and has a bond with her cursed bro. But she uses the spirits to speak with animals.
- | Bargains - the way it works is that for every secret/favour she gains from the spirits she must make a bargain or sacrifice something to the spirits. Its just usually some silly quest since she never asks for too much tbh.

+ | Aerokinesis - yes, she is a trained Witch of the elements but first and foremost she is a born Wind Sorceress. She doesn't like to use her wind powers a lot since she feels she gets a reeeeealllly swelled sense of self-importance and arrogance whenever she uses it but when she does use Wind, she really does show she has full command of her Element.
- | Feline Curse - DJ bit off more than she could chew when she tried to help the technomancer to build her bro a body and ended up cursed. If she uses her Wind powers prolonged she turns into a cat and has to cool off for an equal amount of time. So short bursts are best. She has permanent cat ears and tail when she used her powers to defeat another witch trying to steal her brother's soul.

~Bio:​

○ | DJ and her brother Malachite are adopted children of a Witch bloodline of mixed SE Asian, Caucasian and Latina. Only family she has her hard working single mom and younger bro. Mom worked all the time and still managed to raise two amazing kids. Mom only calls her by full name when she in trouble. Lil' bro calls her 'Ditzy' and she calls him 'Malware'
○ | Groomed and trained to be a gymnast at a young age with hopes of making the active roster competining in the Olympic Games one day. But that changed as soon as she received starring a part in a FlixNets streaming series. Not great acting but acrobatics and dancing turned heads.
○ | Rise to stardom came in the form of being touted as a child action star and signed on to several productions. The action blockbuster Devil Ride, was her breakout hit. By now the Chea-Soeurs had a new house and at age 11, DJ had bought her mom a new car too.
○ | Then DJ's sorceress powers kicked in. And despite not being a witch herself, Stephania knew of the 'touch'. And she knew the bloodline of her adopted children and that they needed to be protected. So their mom got in touch with a member from the Umbra Clan.
○ | They taught and trained she and her brother the Ways of the elements and the witches. But her brother was too impatient and tried to double his power via shortcut. Instead he separated his body from his spirit and soul.
○ | Greatly affected by the loss of her brother, DJs star fell off and so too did her endorsements, commercials and promos.
○ | Still her mother encouraged her to continue to join dance troupes and maintain her presence on all socials as 'Ms. Chaser' (#theOnlyChaser). And so to try to reinvigorate herself, she returned to gymnastics and climbing as a passion.
○ | ToBeYou vids and shorts showing her progress and training went viral. DJ performed elabourate climbs, skateboard tricks/vert, lit dances and aerial stunts recorded from first person POV. Those viral vids exploded and she got noticed again (helped that she was charismatic too.)
○ | But what truly invigorated her was a member of Umbra had finally merged her brother's soul into a golem; a robo kitty. It cost her a pretty penny but was worth every single last one.
○ | Talent scouts noticed and her agent got her signed on by the entertainment giant Armada Inc. (A silent backer of Umbra). And she made it into the popular North American, Circle of the Sun aerial performing troupe, The Angellics. Inspired by DJs vlogs and vids, their multiple POV live performances cams became the next big thing.
○ | DJ's popularity skyrocketed and her star rose once more as she became the 'Face' of the Angellics so friends in the troupe nick'd her 'Facer' when she started modeling too. She glow up'd her cosmetic looks and fit thus starting a trend with youngsters copying her style; the Femme'Boarder.
○ | Sponsorships soared again and she had her own line of signature e-motorbikes and e-skateboards too. So she continues to thrive in popularity with her robo kitty, 'Aura' by her side and continues to practice her witch craft in the glamorous city of Los Noctis.
○ | But behind the scenes her mom has just received a distressing message from the Umbra Clan. Something about a murder.

 

[Pumpum]

Edward and Gérard Lawrence​

Gérard Lawrence

Vampire, Daywalker
He/Him I True Neutral
Hair: Brown, greying I Eyes: Amber I Skin: Pale I Body type: Tall, well-defined

Age
Lost track a long time ago. Appears to be in his late 40’s early 50’s.

Profession
Talent Manager to Saint Laurence​

"Must we? You aren't here to interview me."​

Biography
Moved to the US with Edward in the late 1800’s. Didn’t make many friends over the decades but avoided making enemies. Worked odds and ends until Edward found his passion for music. To protect themselves from negative attention, he stepped in as the face of his projects; sold Edward’s work to the industry at large, eventually appeared on album covers. People assumed he was human, which he never felt the need to correct. Never performed in public for obvious reasons.

Stepped back once the media got wind of Saint Laurence’s true identity. Currently working as his manager, works closely with Lakeland Records.

Motivations/Aspirations
Only here to make sure that Edward’s career doesn’t spiral out of control. Looking to live long and comfortably at his partner’s side. Planning a proposal once things cool down.

Relationships

Edward Lawrence – partner
Talia Amadi – associate, fashion designer
Thomas Reed – associate, publicist at Lakeland Records
Lost Echo's character – associate, photographer
"Bugman" - associate, small-time NVC music producer
NVC clan mostly made up of mutated vampires.

Abilities
Heals quickly, even from severe injuries. Resistant to mind control. Has a steady heartbeat and can walk in the sun. As such, passes as human.

Weaknesses
As susceptible to pain as mortals are.

Skills
Highly knowledgeable about the ins and outs of the music industry. Very familiar with vampire bloodlines. Excellent cook. Capable of defending himself if needed, a passable hand-to-hand combatant.

Personality
No-nonsense and to the point; can come across as curt in some situations. Lives selfishly and follows the beat of his own drum. Old-fashioned in style and manners; a bit stuck in the past. Has a sophisticated air about him. Reliable and steady, deeply loyal to those he cares for. Polite but distant with all others. Enjoys his privacy.

Edward Lawrence

Stage name
Saint Laurence

Spoiler: Under the Mask TW: Mild Body Horror

Vampire, Mutated
He/Him I Neutral Good
Hair: Blond I Eyes: Warm yellow I Skin: Pale, unhealthy pallor I Body type: Tall and thin, approaching on emaciated

Age
214 years – his birthday is September 22nd.

Profession
Singer-songwriter​

"Don't mind Gérard, he likes to keep things private. Loose lips sink ships and all!"​

Personality
Edward wasn't always a considerate person. Decades of being practically invisible to most and a fleeting horror to others have humbled him. It's given him time to reflect on himself and the world around him. Being an outsider kept him creative and gave him experiences few others had. Sometimes he stands apart from the crowds and thinks he's better than them. Then someone catches a glimpse of his face and gets spooked and oh, back on solid ground again! How'd he manage to float off in the first place?

Ed's a romantic at heart, a poet, a daydreamer. A bit pretentious, maybe, he hears complaints about his lyrics often enough. He's got hundreds of years of material to publish. He'll just keep putting his story out there, flaws and all; nobody's perfect. He's just glad people are listening, actually listening. People are seeking him out to hear what his songs are really about! He's still a little nervous about the sudden fame, but he missed being the center of attention. It's been years since anyone but Gérard listened to him so closely.

"Ah, and forget that thing I said about ships, would you? Can you scrub that off the record, it feels a little – a-anyway, what did you want to talk about?"​

Behind the Mask: The Hidden Names of Saint Laurence​

Your eyes drew me in too deep
Making promises you never meant to keep –
But still, I hold you close
Giving into your needs
As I unravel at the seams

Saint. “Unravel.” The Running Man, 1974​

Edward Lawrence's career in music started the way most songwriters started back in the day; trying to shovel crooners to other musicians. For the beginning of his career remained a small-time player in the busy NVC music scene. As with many arcane voices in the early 1900s music industry, his career is marked by a series of pseudonyms, a necessity to an industry that wasn’t always welcoming to supernatural talents.

“Things have changed a lot in the last decades," Edward remarks when questioned about it. "Back in the day, you could get yourself blacklisted for having an arcane musician performing on your album. Any connections to the community had to remain secret.”

It wasn’t until the 1970s that Edward found the courage to use his voice in the studio. His first two albums – the new wave-inspired The Running Man (1974) and Blind Side (1982) – were released under the pseudonym of Saint and were sold in limited runs in local NVC music shops that catered to niche audiences. Their reach remained small. Another Taste (1986) was the first time the artist’s life partner Gérard appeared on the cover of an album. He’d been the primary contact between him and the local music scene long before that.

“My music needed a face, and the industry already assumed we were the same person. It was easier to keep up the facade. “

The 1990s brought forth Sharp (1993), released under the moniker E. Lawrence. Its stripped-down lyrics and piano-forward sound would become the most recognizable hallmarks of his music going forth for the next twenty years.

The change of the millennia brought along more changes; the internet made self-promotion more accessible. As a result, the 2002 album Slow Down, Darling achieved mild success with indie pop audiences. With its success, he finally managed to get signed onto a label.

“Record labels tend to want to meet their artists,” the singer-songwriter speaks on the matter. “Lakeland Records was willing to do almost everything over the phone and respected my privacy. It allowed me to continue working as I always had. Moving to Los Noctis was mostly Gérard’s decision.”

With the next two albums, Wanting Nothing (2003) and Four Hours (2009) Lawrence grew more introspective in his lyricism and more orchestral with his instrumentation. By the 2010s, the stage name Saint Laurence was known for his poetic, narrative-driven concept albums.

“I returned to my roots,” Edward reflects on 2013’s 1835. It tells the story of a Regency romance that spirals into obsession. Now he admits that the album is based on his own experiences. “I always wanted to tell my story, I just had to do it carefully.”

After all, Saint Laurence had always presented himself as a human performer. The truth likely would have never come out were it not for a few unfortunate coincidences. In late January of 2023, The Lakeland Records forum’s passionate user base discovered something completely unexpected.

“Someone found an old poetry collection with some of my lyrics in it. I didn't think any copies of it existed, besides my own!”

The poems were explicitly about the experiences of a vampire immigrant. Accusations of plagiarism and appropriation followed. Lawrence was quick to prove himself as the original author – but now the whole world knew what he was. To stay ahead of the media storm and to save his partner from the worst of the backlash, he agreed to perform in front of a live audience. With his partner’s silent presence beside him, the masked Saint Laurence took the stage and transformed initial scrutiny into enthusiastic applause.

This sudden surge in fame might have taken Saint Laurence by surprise, but he welcomes it with open arms. With the release of his latest album, Red String, Saint Laurence is finally able to share his most authentic self with his fans! Stay tuned for the exclusive behind-the-scenes footage of the music video for the hit single “Wait Here,” exclusively on the Lakeland Records’ website and YouTube channel!

Abilities​

"Honestly, I was made to be a radio star – it’s a shame people are so bent on making video the king of content."​

Out of sight, out of mind – People know Saint Laurence. The tragedy mask is iconic already, a crucial part of his brand. Edward Lawrence, though? Attention glides off him like water off a duck’s back. You could look straight at him, even speak to him, only to forget who you spoke to the moment you avert your gaze. You don’t remember why you looked away. You only know not to look in that direction again. Some part of you fears what was there.

People don’t have trouble remembering his voice, though. Strange, isn’t it? If there’s something people remember about him it’s what he said, what he wore. Cameras and photos seem to weaken the effect; the mask seems to get rid of it altogether.

Weaknesses​

Vampiric heritage – will burn in the sun, so afraid of fire he’ll shut down instead of running away, can’t touch silver. The basics, you know, stuff most vampires have to deal with.

Skills​

Well-practiced multi-instrumentalist and songwriter. Has a unique voice that stands out from others: deep, warm, and timeless.

Motivations/Aspirations​

Just excited to be here, really! While the sudden fame has taken him by surprise, Edward's managed to handle it well. Part of that might be because he hasn't fully internalized it yet. He never thought he’d be famous. Maybe he always longed for it – he missed being recognized, didn’t he? He thrives under all this attention. He hopes people never look past him again.

Relationships
Gérard Lawrence – his partner, lover, the light of his life, the rhythm of his heart.
Talia Amadi – fashion designer, in charge of Ed's visual style. A friend, though only to Saint Laurence.
Lost Echo's character – primary photographer.
Bugman – NVC music producer, owns a studio. Family friend, fellow mutated vampire.

Discography​

The Running Man, 1974 – key tracks: “The Running Man,” "Unravel"

Blind Side, 1982 – key track: “Nip It”

Another Taste, 1986 – key tracks: “Another Taste,” “Warm December”

Sharp, 1993 – key tracks: “Burn,” “I Want You To Love Me”

Slow Down, Darling, 2002 – key track: “You’ve Got Them All Convinced”

Wanting Nothing, 2004 – key tracks: “I’ve Been Here Too Long,” “Hit The Ground”

Four Hours, 2009 – key tracks: “Poppy Fields,” “At The Wrong Time”

1835, 2013 – key tracks: “Morning Dew,” “Forgive My Pride,” “I Know Happiness”

Prosopagnosia, 2015 – “I Wish I Loved You Less,” “Screaming At A Wall”

Unforgettable, 2018 – “The Brooklyn Bridge, 12 AM,” “Livingroom Essentials”

Red String, 2024 – “Wait Here,” “Loathsome Fool,” “Listless Days Ahead”

 

[Ayama]

• Julian
• Lillian
• Akari

• Full Name

  Julian Adrian Blackthorne

  Title(s)/Alias(es)

  The Bloodhound

  Nickname(s)

  'Jules' (sister), 'Thorn' (colleagues)

  Species

  Half-banshee

  Age

  Thirty-Eight

  Pronouns

  He/him

  Birthplace

  New Veil City

  Profession

  Detective

  Alignment

  Lawful Good

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  • Appearance

    Hair: Silky, dark brown, a little overlong
    Eyes: Slightly narrow & deep, chocolate brown
    Skin: Nicely textured but a little rough
    Tattoos/Piercings: Closed up left helix piercing
    Spiky, black thorns tattoo on back of neck
    Marks/Scars: Long scar on left forearm
    Distinguishing Feature(s): The unkempt beard
    
    Height: 5'8
    Weight: 170lbs
    Build: Compact
    Attire: Classical
    
    With his overlong hair, eternal beard, and seemingly unchanging attire of loose dress shirts, ties, and long coats, Julian is essentially the consummate detective. His eyes are kinder than most, inviting confidence and trust the way officers of the law seldom do- especially in Los Noctis which, despite its current status as an oasis of tolerance, has a long history of oppression and violence towards many of its communities; including the various arcane ones.
    
    He has a wry smile that is often present but, sometimes (usually when he thinks no one is looking), his features will relax into a far-off, melancholy expression. He is slow and difficult to anger, but terrible to behold when he is- eyes darkening, every muscle in his body tensing, seemingly ready to tear someone limb-from-limb, his physique making it quite obvious that he would be fully capable of doing so.

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  • Personality

    Due both to his history and his fundamental nature, Julian is a kind, accepting sort of person. He never judges someone based on things like their race or their circumstances- only on their choices, their actions, and how they treat other people, giving everyone the same benefit of the doubt. That being said, if someone has proven to him that they are a terrible person, he will treat them with absolutely no mercy. He has a light, wry sense of humor and a quiet laugh, appreciating anyone who can draw it out as, underneath, his natural state is quite melancholy and sad.
    
    Virtues: Kind, generous, non-judgmental
    Vices: Overly trusting, melancholic, boring
    
    Likes: Most animals, and any and all spicy foods
    Dislikes: Most alcohol, allergic to strawberries
    
    Habit(s): Scratching his beard when deep in thought
    Quirk(s): Pulling down his sleeves when uncomfortable
    
    Hope(s)/Dream(s): For the world to become a kinder, more accepting place for all peoples, regardless of differences
    Doubt(s)/Fear(s): That ignorance and unease will push things in the opposite direction, driving the world backwards

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  • Abilities

    Pre-cognition: Like most banshees, Julian can receive visions of the future through dreams, touching objects and people, or simply entering a space with a strong active or residual aura. The more negativity and violence surrounds an intent or future event, the more likely he is to see it clearly.
    
    Mediumship: Julian can see and, to a certain extent, communicate with the dead. This includes temporary imprints of the recently-deceased, as well as more fully-formed ghosts who have decided to stick around for an extended period of time, which can come in very useful in his line of work.

    Drawbacks

    Dilution: Being only half-banshee, the detective's abilities are not as developed as those of a full banshee, meaning that his visions are not as sharp or as clear, and he won't always be able to interpret them accurately until it's too late.
    
    Headaches: The use of his abilities give the detective frequent headaches- from the dull pounding ones to the sharp piercing ones to extended migraines with confusing auras, sometimes accompanied by visual or auditory hallucinations.

    Strengths

    Physical Strength: Julian is a strong individual, for a human. Most of his body's mass is due to muscle, and he takes excellent care of his health- especially for a man his age.
    
    Training: The detective has extensive training in many forms of hand-to-hand combat, making him a formidable opponent against regular humans, small groups, or the untrained.
    
    Marksmanship: He also has extensive training using firearms, and is a solid shot at close-to-medium range, though not nearly as accurate at larger distances.

    Weaknesses

    Humanity: Despite his half-banshee heritage Julian is, physically, just a human being, so he is unable to match the preternatural strength or speed of creatures such as vampires and werewolves.
    
    Fragility: Between his visions, his headaches, and his emotionally troubled past, the detective can be triggered and incapacitated by certain things. He also has a tendency to be far too trusting.
    
    Injury: He tore his right achilles tendon back in his twenties- it never healed properly. He also has intermittent nerve damage in his left wrist, affecting his grip, and his left eye has vision issues.

    Talents/Skills

    Knowledge: Being a Blackthorne, Julian's formal education was extensive, and his usual gruff manner belies the range and depth of both his classical and arcane knowledge. He is a rabid reader and veritable sponge for information, always seeking to learn something new.
    
    Street-smarts: Again despite his upbringing and family background, Julian has spent enough time in the real world to know and understand how it works, which is quite helpful in his chosen profession.
    
    Piano: He learned as a child, and has kept up the practice, though this is something very few people outside of his family know, as he'll only play for those special to him. His repertoire includes classical and jazz.

    Gallerry
  • Background

    The Blackthornes are a very old, very rich, and very powerful family of wizards who have passed down their arcane knowledge from father to son for generations.
    
    They were originally based in Britain but, following the Burning of London and the start of the Gallant Hunt, they fled to the East Coast of the US for safety, where they kept their powers secret from most of the general population and prospered- growing in wealth and influence with each new generation.
    
    For this reason, there has been a Blackthorne on the Council of Divine Judges since its inception.
    
    Julian's father, Alistair Blackthorne, is a Divine Judge and current head of the family and, like all Blackthorne men, all he ever wanted was a son (women were usually married off or otherwise positioned to make useful or strategic alliances). Unfortunately, his wife Ariana was unable to give him one, and she died in childbirth after three other failed attempts. Following this, Alistair had a secret dalliance with a woman of lower social status which finally gave him the child he'd always wanted.
    
    Alistair doted on his beautiful, brown-eyed baby boy from the moment he first held him, and Julian grew up in the lap of luxury. His father taught him all he could about the family, their place in society and the great responsability they bore in regards to that society due to their powers and due to their influence. Julian took all of this very seriously, growing up only wanting to make his father and family proud.
    
    When he was seven years old, he was sent to the Divine Order for his education. Only within less than a year he'd experienced his first vision and the Order had tested him, revealing the banshee heritage that his mother had hidden from Alistair during their tryst. He was, of course, sent home at once.
    
    Julian was filled with shame at having so dishonored his family and disappointed his father- even though it was because of something over which he had no control. From then on, his father's attitude towards him changed completely- became cold and distant, as if his precious son had become invisible and inconsequential to him now.
    
    Under such severe emotional neglect, and with no one to teach him how to control his budding banshee powers, Julian's remaining childhood and teenage years were filled with intense emotional turmoil. He acted out and sought attention, did drugs, committed petty crimes, got into fights... His father didn't seem to care, only stepping in when he needed to provide money to smooth over his son's latest incident.
    
    At age nineteen, unable to take it anymore, Julian dropped out of university and ran away from home. He traveled the world, working odd jobs and learning to fend for himself, though inevitably whenever he got into too much trouble his father (or, more likely, his father's manservant) showed up with a check to get him out of trouble. Julian wished that Alistair would get angry, or even show disappointment- anything would've been better than this cold indifference.
    
    Through his travels, he eventually found banshees who could help him understand and control his gifts, witches who taught him how to make simple headache remedies when the visions and nightmares overwhelmed him, a sect of werewolf monks on a mountain in China who taught him self-defense and martial arts...
    
    Finally, away from his father and the Blackthorne name, he learned who he was, as a person.
    
    Julian was thirty-two years old when he finally returned to NVC. When he arrived back home, he was surprised to learn that not only had his father remarried to a cold and disdainful socialite, but he now had a ten-year-old little sister.
    
    He was instantly enamored with little Amara (Mara, as he called her), and she with him. His father, having resigned himself to the fact that he would never have a male heir, had begun instead grooming Amara for the position, and he was wary of the closeness that was developing between the two siblings, worried that Julian would have a bad influence on her.
    
    Eventually, he told Julian that he would continue to support him, but that he expected him to leave. Julian cared nothing for the Blackthorne money or name, and had no desire to remain with his cold father and stepmother, but leaving his newly-discovered little sister behind broke both their hearts.
    
    Even after he moved out west, where the Blackthorne name was not nearly as known or recognized, they continued to stay in touch as she became a powerful practitioner in her own right.
    
    The choice for Julian to join the police force, meanwhile, had felt so obvious it was as if he'd been meant to do it all along. He was a smart, compassionate cop, using his badge in defense of the defenseless and oppressed. His visions and his natural skills led to a swift climb up the ranks, and he's been a full detective for a couple of years now. His job makes him happy because he feels like he gets to make a difference in the world and in people's lives, though occasionally he will think about his family and his past, wistful for the familial closeness of his childhood, and wishing things could've turned out differently.
    
    Motivation(s)/Aspiration(s): He wants to be a contributor to positive change- to a movement towards a world with greater compassion, acceptance, and understanding in it.
    
    Other: When he first learned that his son wasn't entirely human and would not be able to become a trained wizard and his heir, Alistair got blackout drunk. When a worried, eight-year-old Julian came up to see if his father was all right, Alistair, in a fit of drunken rage, threw the bottle at him.
    
    The resulting broken glass as Julian tried to shield himself are the cause of the scar and nerve issues in his left forearm, as well as the impaired vision in his left eye. That was the only time that Alistair was ever openly violent with his son, responding only with cold indifference thereafter.

    Gallerry
  • Relationship (1)

    The Blackthorne Family: Julian has never known his mother. He tried looking for her once, but wasn't hardly able to find out anything (and by now she's passed on anyway). This is the reason he was so attached to his father as a child, and the loss of that bond has shaped and molded the core of his personality over a lifetime. He has no real relationship with his stepmother, who clearly prefers to ignore his existence much like his father now does, but he and his little sister Amara (now 17 and about to graduate) have a natural closeness and a deep bond, despite only getting to live together for a few months six years ago.

    Relationship (2)

    The Divine Order of Wizardry: He doesn't necessarily begrudge them their 'humans only' policy but, given his negative personal experience with them, there's no love lost there either. Despite personal misgivings, he appreciates that they've given his sister a good education, helping her to develop into the powerful and confident young woman that she is today.

    Relationship (3)

    LNCPD - AIU: As a detective in the Arcane Investigations Unit, he gets along well with a lot of his colleagues- fellow detectives and regular officers alike-, but the LNCPD also has a long history of extremely bad behavior (both towards arcanes and marginalized communities of all kinds), and there are still quite a lot of prejudiced and problematic cops in the department whom he's crossed metaphorical blades and literal fists with on more than one occasion, having zero tolerance for that sort of bullshit.

    Gallerry

  Code by Nano

• Full Name

  Lillian Thomas

  Title(s)/Alias(es)

  The White Wolf

  Nickname(s)

  'Lilli' (friends), 'Reli' (Vlad)

  Species

  Shapeshifter

  Age

  Twenty-Four

  Pronouns

  She/her

  Birthplace

  Unknown

  Profession

  Makeup artist

  Alignment

  Lawful Good

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  • Appearance

    Hair: Long, messy, and platinum blond
    Eyes: Rather wide, and a deep, forest green
    Skin: Creamy and without blemishes
    Tattoos/Piercings: Double right brow
    Hidden Thrall mark tattoo under tongue
    Marks/Scars: Long scar along/around right hip
    Distinguishing Feature(s): Expresionlessness
    
    Height: 5'4
    Weight: 125lbs
    Build: Petite
    Attire: Casual
    
    Due to her profession, Lillian spends most of her days around rich, glamorous people with impeccable makeup and designer clothes. She, in complete contrast, hardly ever wears makeup herself, and chooses to dress in a comfy, casual style that clearly shows its secondhand origins (she loves thriftshops).
    
    Her long, ash blond hair is usually tied back in a messy bun or braid, and her accessories are usually simple and few in number. Lillian's most distinguishing feature is, without a doubt, her unnerving, deep-green eyes- particularly with the habit she has of staring directly at you almost as if she's looking through you. When she's working, this isn't much of an issue, but outside a professional setting it tends to make people uncomfortable.
  • Personality

    Quiet, reserved and, despite her habit of staring at people, mostly shy, it's hard to ever tell what Lillian is thinking or feeling. She's led the sort of life that has taught her to keep things close to the vest in order to protect herself, so she will be friendly enough towards co-workers and acquaintances, but she clearly has a wall up that doesn't let anyone get too far in.
    
    She tends to be kind to strangers when she can, but she also has a fear of them, and will run and hide from any perceived threat, as her history has also taught her the fine art of self-preservation. Her laughter is soft and surprising since she doesn't laugh often- lighting up her entire being.
    
    Virtues: Giving, altruistic, gentle
    Vices: Fearful, untrusting, eerie
    
    Likes: Children, animals, and old people, tea
    Dislikes: Loud/rude people, most red meat
    
    Habit(s): Will play with her clothes when uncomfortable
    Quirk(s): Will mess with her hair repeatedly when afraid
    
    Hope(s)/Dream(s): To live her life safely and be left alone
    Doubt(s)/Fear(s): Being found, attacked, or murdered
  • Abilities

    Shapeshifting: Lillian has the ability to turn herself into a pure-white Yakutian Laika- a large, wolf-like Siberian dog that was used to herd, hunt, and pull sleds. As the dog, her strength, speed, and natural savagery are multiplied many times.
    
    Enhanced Senses: Even when in her human form, Lillian's senses are far superior to those of the average human. Her vision and hearing are sharper, her taste and touch far more developed, and her sense of smell is off the charts.

    Drawbacks

    Drain: Shapeshifting is incredibly draining for Lillian, and can leave her feeling sickly and weak for days afterwards. In addition, since the transformations are brought on by intense feelings, they are emotionally draining as well, and mean that she must keep herself under strict control at all times.
    
    High Sensitivity: Due to her highly-developed senses, it can be easy for Lillian to become overwhelmed by many things such as strong scents or tastes, bright, flashing lights, and anything overly loud, like sirens or music.

    Strengths

    Speed: Lillian is fast. If she feels she is in danger, she will run like the devil and not turn back until she's put at least a mile between herself and whatever is after her.
    
    Agility and Fast Reflexes: Again useful in running away or avoiding a punch, she can crawl, climb, vault, and essentially do whatever is needed to avoid obstacles or harm.
    
    Survival Instincts: A lifetime of finding herself almost constantly in danger has taught her when something just isn't right. Her instincts are good, and she knows when to listen.

    Weaknesses

    Physical Strength: Due to her petite stature and lack of muscles or decent training, she's no match for most opponents in a fight.
    
    Firearms: She's terrified of guns of any kind and refuses to own one- even for self-defense. Not that it would matter if she did- the few times she's had to handle a firearm have shown that she is a shaky, terrible shot.
    
    Thrall Rune: As she still has the tattoo under her tongue, any evil vampire or dark practitioner with knowledge of this could easily take advantage and control her.

    Talents/Skills

    Drawing: Something she's been doing her whole life, and is decidedly gifted with. She makes portraits so realistic they look like she's captured the subject's soul.
    
    Dancing: One of her natural talents, she will almost always start moving if she hears any kind of music; sometimes not even aware that she's doing it.
    
    Guitar: She picked one up when she was living on the streets, and can play a few, basic tunes. Not remotely a virtuoso, but she enjoys it nonetheless.
  • Background

    Aurelia Aguilar never knew her parents, or where she was from. Based on her coloring and the fact that her shapeshifted form is that of a Siberian hunting dog, she imagines it must be somewhere in the far north but, other than wanting to visit there some day, she's never had much curiosity about the matter.
    
    She was raised an orphan by the nuns of the Order of Saintly Devotion, in Mexico City. The orphanage/convent was sparse and strict, with rules that always had to be followed and harsh punishments for disobeying them. Aurelia tried her best to be a good child and follow the rules, but sometimes she was unable to contain her wild heart, and she got into trouble quite often.
    
    One day, when she was eight years old, one of the oldest, most unpleasant nuns was giving her an endless lecture about virtue and self-discipline, and then began to say bad things about Aurelia's best friend, Carla- things like if she kept on the path she was on, she would wind up a streetwalker. Aurelia was so furious she bit the nun hard enough to draw blood, and for her outburst was confined to a small, isolated cell for weeks thereafter.
    
    When she was finally released, she decided she'd had enough, and she made plans to escape. After running away from the convent (with Carla, of course), the two fell in with one of the many street gangs that ran the slums and back-alleys of the city. They were fast, and smart, and able to look innocent enough to draw donations from the rich and kind, so their usefulness to the gang was appreciated and recognized.
    
    Things continued this way until the girls reached sixteen. Aurelia had always looked like an underfed beanpole, but Carla, always a pretty child, had grown into a stunningly gorgeous young woman, with deep brown eyes, luxuriant brown curls and perfect, caramel skin. She was courted by about half the boys in the gang but their leader- a vicious, violent boy named Santiago- viewed her as his property due to his position, and was growing increasingly tired of her increasingly firm rejections.
    
    One night when the gang was at one of their usual hangouts, a drunken Santiago got Carla alone in a darkened corner. The next morning, Aurelia, who'd been been out exploring the Old City with some of the others, returned to find Carla curled up in a ball, bruised, her clothes from the night before torn and messed up.
    
    Though she hadn't had an incident in years, when she learned what had happened to her friend, Aurelia flew into a blind rage. Later that day, the White Wolf cornered Santiago in a darkened alleyway, pounced, and ripped out his throat.
    
    Snow-white coat covered in vermillion blood, Aurelia ran, knowing it was only a matter of time before the PFM caught up with her.
    
    When they did, the resources of the country at the time stretched thin by a small-scale civil war, she was slapped into Nullium cuffs and thrown into a co-ed, mundane prison, despite the danger it put her in. It was hell, and the gods only knew what would have happened to her if it weren't for Vlad.
    
    Vlad was an old vampire from Eastern Europe. No one knew his real name, so everyone just called him that because of the thick accent and fangs. He took pity on the young shapeshifter girl when she arrived, and made her his Thrall. In terms of influence or control, with a Nullium cuff of his own, this didn't mean much, but in practice, it marked her as his 'property' and, out of deference or fear, meant the other inmates left her alone.
    
    The two of them became close, sharing stories of their lives and keeping each other safe. She never knew whether or not he was telling the truth about his life, because Vlad liked a good story and some of it seemed too fantastical to be true, but still she enjoyed the tales of intrigue in the Habsburg Court.
    
    Around the end of her fourth year behind bars, the civil conflict took a turn and, for a brief time, Mexico City came under the control of the rebels, who made the snap decision to release everyone who had been jailed under the previous administration, hoping to garner support. There was a bloody riot, and many were killed that day and in the weeks that followed. Vlad was mortally wounded during the riot and, eyes blind with tears, Aurelia had to leave him behind- her first real friend since Carla.
    
    After that, she made her way north, to a family he had told her could help her get across the border. The coyotes were rough, exploitative people, who only left her alone when she showed them her Thrall mark, afraid of the big scary vampire who 'owned' her. Those weeks it took to get into the US were some of the most terrifying, harrowing of her life, but eventually she made it: the land of opportunity. Freedom.
    
    She kept moving north until eventually reaching Los Noctis. Though she was an illegal immigrant, she had a set of forged papers and a new identity. Now Lillian Thomas, she worked hard to learn the language and make sure any trace of an accent disappeared, and she was able to apprentice with a kind beautician in East LN. Her talent with drawing leant itself well to makeup work and she learned quickly, her abilities and skill getting her to where she is today.
    
    These days, she makes a decent living painting the faces of actors and models- mundane and arcane alike- and her skills are sought-after enough for her to be requested by some big names on a regular basis. Lillian likes her new life but, at the back of her mind, she is constantly afraid that someone from back home will track her down and find her- someone who wants revenge.
    
    Motivation(s)/Aspiration(s): To live a decent life, free from constant fear, and be left in peace.
    
    Other: The large, unsightly scar on her right hip is the result of an ugly fight when she was still living on the steets. Though she wears a Nullium bracelet (designed to look like etched silver) at all times to keep from 'wolfing out' she is, in fact, still a full (and un-registered and illegal, at that) shapeshifter. Again because she entered the country illegally, she never went through the process to remove her Thrall mark, which she keeps to remember Vlad by, despite the danger it poses to her.
  • Relationship (1)

    The Order of Saintly Devotion: Lillian is grateful to the nuns for housing, clothing, feeding, and teaching her when she was young and had no one else to rely on, though their harsh rules, treatment of her and, especially, their attitude towards Carla make her very glad to be well-shot of them.

    Relationship (2)

    Los Linces: She and Carla made some good friends when they joined the gang- kind, fun people who looked out for them and protected them amidst a harsh life on the streets, and she will always remember them with fondness. However she will always hate (and fear) Santiago and his thugs, who are no doubt out for revenge after what she did to him.

    Relationship (3)

    La Prisión Municipal de Lagunilla: With terrible living conditions, constant fear, and constant abuse, life in that place was made bearable only thanks to the presence of Vlad- her only friend and protector; the only other person in the world apart from Carla who ever called her 'Reli'. His loss grieves her deeply, but as for the other inmates, she lives in fear of meeting one of them in a dark alley someday.

    Relationship (4)

    La Policía Federal: Despite the brief change in leadership that resulted in her escape from prison four years ago, Lillian remains, in the eyes of the Mexican Government, a wanted murderer and convicted felon, and her various encounters with and treatment at the hands of both the PFM and Federales over the years have not endeared most of them (or police in general) to her. Yet another group she lives in fear of having find her.

    Relationship (5)

    Carla Rogriguez: Lillian's first and now only friend- the one greatest regret of her life is that they were separated as they were. She prays with all her heart that Carla is safe and sound and living a good life somewhere, and hopes that she will get to see her again someday.

  Code by Nano

• Full Name

  Akari Aine Havros

  Title(s)/Alias(es)

  The Voltaic Viper

  Nickname(s)

  'Kari', 'Volts'

  Species

  Demi-fae

  Age

  Nineteen

  Pronouns

  She/her

  Birthplace

  The Unseelie Court

  Profession

  Assassin

  Alignment

  Chaotic Evil

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  • Appearance

    Hair: Sleek and dark and shoulder-length
    Eyes: A piercing, unnerving, and electric blue
    Skin: Milky and soft and flawless
    Tattoos/Piercings: Double left helix piercing
    Coiling viper and nightshade tatoo on right ankle
    Marks/Scars: Burns marks along left arm
    Distinguishing Feature(s): Her crazed stare
    
    Height: 5'6
    Weight: 125lbs
    Build: Svelte
    Attire: Uniform
    
    With her silky black hair, ivory skin, and tailored uniform, Akari looks like the quintessential Japanese schoolgirl- one whose family, from the looks of her quality-made clothes and expensive accessories, is definitely well-off.
    
    The image will be shattered, however, the second one looks into her electric-blue eyes. Akari's stare is unnerving- not just because of the unusual color, but because she looks at people like she's X-raying them and trying to see their insides. A manic, predatory grin completes the unsettling picture.
    
    
    
  • Personality

    Akari has not just one or two, but essentially every metaphorical screw loose. A clinically disturbed individual, she would literally kill you soon as look at you and, in fact, has been known to do just that on many occasions. She has a frightening, unhinged laugh that is far too high-pitched and goes on for far too long, usually finding the most deranged, horrifying things to be absolutely hilarious.
    
    Her twisted curiosity and sense of humor aside, however, she is actually quite smart and very well-educated, which surprises many people given her obvious savagery. Though she needs to be kept on a tight leash, she's good at following orders, and can be quite a useful asset to anyone who's skilled enough to keep her under control.
    
    Virtues: Observant, intelligent, curious
    Vices: Animalistic, sadistic, deranged
    
    Likes: Arthropods, reptiles, red meat
    Dislikes: Cute and fluffy, anything bitter
    
    Habit(s): Messing with her chain when annoyed
    Quirk(s): Playing with electricity when bored
    
    Hope(s)/Dream(s): To discover new heights of pain
    Doubt(s)/Fear(s): A boring existence with nothing new
  • Abilities

    Electrokinesis: Akari has the ability to manipulate electricity. This means that she can be a conduit for it, and she can release an electric charge from her body. This can be used for medical purposes, such as resuscitation or reanimation, but she most often uses it in an offensive manner, electrocuting her victims for the pleasure of watching their pain.
    
    Electicity Absorption: A side-effect of her electrokinesis, she can absorb electricity from nearby sources through direct contact. If she tries to absorb too much, such as from a power station or lightning storm, it can short out her system temporarily or stop her heart entirely.

    Drawbacks

    Tremors: Due to her system being overloaded with electricity (because of her experiment with lightning when she was sixteen, and subsequent use of it), Akari has developed an essential tremor that racks through her body constantly- particularly in her hands. Ironically these symptoms, which mirror those of an addict going through withdrawal, can be muted with small doses of high-grade painkillers, which she now takes at regular intervals in order to keep the tremors under control.

    Strengths

    Training: Akari has extensive training in various martial arts and combat techniques, making her, despite her size, an opponent to be reckoned with in any fight.
    
    Ruthlessness: When in a fight, most people are looking to either hurt or knock out their opponent, or else simply to survive. Akari, on the other hand, nine times out of ten is in it to get a kill, and this brutality often gives her the advantage.
    
    Knowledge: Her extensive knowledge of anatomy and physiology give her a decided edge in any fight, as she knows exactly where to strike to kill or incapacitate nearly any opponent.
    
    Heritage: The Fae (and, in particular, the Fae of the Unseelie Court) are a strong, ruthless people, difficult to injure or kill. Even though she is only half-Fae, Akari has inherited this natural resilience, which makes her naturally tougher (and faster and more agile) than the average human.

    Weaknesses

    Size: Despite her knowledge and her training and her gifts, Akari remains on the slighter side of things and, if it comes down to a contest of bare strength, she would lose against stronger opponents- mundane and arcane alike.
    
    Distractibility: As previously mentioned, she's not exactly 'all there', so if her attention is diverted by her equivalent of something shiny (in her case, probably something bloody), she will lose all focus on the fight.
    
    That Damn Tremor: Either she's trembling, making her aim and accuracy severely diminished, or she's on drugs, meaning her reaction times will be incredibly slowed. Either way, she's not fighting at full capacity.

    Talents/Skills

    Violin: She started playing when she was five and, even then, she was gifted. Now nineteen, she could be Lead Violin in any orchestra in the world, if it weren't for her unfortunate tendency to hyperfixate on killing and dissecting living beings. Still, she occasionally plays for fun when the mood strikes.
    
    Cooking: She learned from her mother and grandmother when she was young, and can cook a delicious, five-course meal with her eyes closed, her specialty being Japanese cuisine.
  • Background

    It has long been common knowledge that King Havros of the Unseelie Court has a habit of indulging in dalliances with various arcane and mundane beings, despite his marriage to queen Ayanna. As a result, he has many illegitimate children, some of whom make their home in the Court, and some not.
    
    Akari was one such child he had with a famous mundane Japanese actress, a couple decades back. Kiyoko Akamine came from a wealthy, powerful Japanese family, and had been the darling of the eastern silver screen for an entire generation. Her family's influence was such that having a child out of wedlock, instead of ruining her career, only added to her general mystique, and she and her parents raised the child with strict expectations and abundant resources.
    
    Akari wanted for nothing as a child, having, on top of access to the best schools, private tutors who would come to educate her about subjects as diverse as government and economy alongside flower arranging, calligraphy, and the art of the tea ceremony. Her extracurriculars included piano (which she was terrible at), violin (which she was excellent at), art (again terrible), and martial arts- including ancient techniques of the sword.
    
    Given her more than illustrious background, the Akamines were expecting Akari to conquer the world when she grew up, and were preparing her to do just that.
    
    A girl with a keen and intelligent mind, she took to learning with enthusiasm- particularly science and, notably, biology. The physionomy of living things absolutely fascinated her and, combined with her natural abilities and the extra education she was receiving at home, she skipped directly from 4th grade into her second year of middle school.
    
    Amidst all of this, she also paid her father regular visits in the Unseelie Court, learning about Fae history and values. She learned that King Havros' respect of cunning and ruthlessness was something he and the Akamines had in common- no doubt the reason for their relationship, which had not lasted past Kiyoko's pregnancy.
    
    She learned to develop her Fae gifts slowly, given her half-blood status, but it soon turned out that, even amidst the more chaotic and dangerous Unseelie Court, she was an outlier. Of all the forces of nature the Fae had access to, Akari's main interest and affinity lay with electricity- a rare, unpredictable gift. Accompanying this was a certain disturbing callousness in her curiosity that didn't fail to get rumors started, as she was electrocuting animals and dissecting corpses for fun before she'd even turned ten.
    
    Her experiments became progressively more disturbing throughout her teenage years until, when she was thirteen, she actually killed someone. Now mundane laws, and those of the Court which, in appearance at least, had to align with them, had harsh punishments for murder. The only thing that kept Akari from incarceration was her relationship to the king, though she was still severely punished.
    
    Far from deterring her, however, her experiments only became more extreme, and when she was sixteen she purposefully stood near a great tree during a lightning storm, hoping to increase her powers. The lightning strike nearly killed her, and left her with a long, characteristic scar the length of her left arm, but it did indeed increase her powers, though whatever manner of functional thinking or self-restraint she'd theretofore possessed was absolutely gone.
    
    When she turned 18, Akari moved from Tokyo to Los Noctis, paying for a lavish apartment with her trust fund and basically doing whatever she pleased. She indulged greatly in the nightlife and its pleasures- sex, drugs, alcohol; nothing was off-limits, but what she enjoyed most of all was a murder in a dark alley at the end of the night.
    
    Due to her tendency to electrocute her victims first by direct contact with their skin, leaving a small, characteristic mark akin to a bite, the LN papers started referring to her as the serial killer The Voltaic Viper, and she quickly climbed to the top of Homicide's most-wanted list.
    
    She probably would've been found and arrested by now, if not for a most fortuitous circumstance.
    
    One night, she tracked and killed a werewolf in an alley outside a club in East LN. She was kneeling over the freshly-dissected corpse, muttering to herself about the specifics of werewolf vs. mundane anatomy when Voltaire who, as it turns out, had been after the same prey, happened upon her.
    
    Impressed with her ability to take down such a dangerous creature by herself, and with the wealth of detailed and accurate knowledge she seemed to possess of both mundane and arcane phyisonomy, he offered her a job working for him on the spot, recruiting her as his assistant.
    
    She accepted, and they've been working together ever since, her knowledge and abilities lending themselves well to his research and experiments, some of which, at her request, he has been performing on her, trying to help her gain greater power and control. It's also helped him get a certain amount of control over her, as the Viper's natural recklessness doesn't always mesh so well with staying under the radar.
    
    She doesn't much keep in touch with her Japanese family, even though their money is now being used in obscure scientific endeavors. She does still meet with her father semi-regularly, updating him on her life. Havros is equal parts concerned and impressed by his daughter's exploits, which he has forbidden her from sharing with the rest of the Court lest there be unfortunate but obligatory repercussions.
    
    Akari, meanwhile, is enjoying her life working with Voltaire and, it must be said, the notoriety of seeing her name in the papers.
    
    Motivation(s)/Aspiration(s): To discover the anatomical truths and limits of pain for all living beings, both arcane and mundane.
    
    Other: She routinely wants to make mundanes, arcanes, or regular animals her pets, but has the unfortunate tendency to torture and kill them once she gets bored.
  • Relationship (1)

    The Akamine Family: Having had great power for a great number of generations, the Akamines are no strangers to the ruthless things one must often do to advance or survive, and their lineage has produced more than one soldier or politician with blood-soaked hands. For this reason Akari's obsession with biology, pain, and death were not as unsettling as they might have been to other families, and they were reasonably supportive of her endeavors- unorthodox and worrisome as they might be.
    
    Though she is now living in the US and they do not regularly stay in touch, they are confident that she will accomplish great deeds they will one day hear of, which will further the power and influence of the Akamines for generations to come.

    Relationship (2)

    The Unseelie Court: Her fellow Fae Folk in general do not have much regard for her. Despite being the daughter of the king, she is still only half-Fae, and her reckless actions are likely to bring them unwanted attention from and even trouble with the Divine Council. Her father, however, takes a similar view to the Akamines, continuing to meet with her in private and maintaing a good relationship with her- even quite impressed with her level of cruelty and cold-heartedness.

    Relationship (3)

    Voltaire Chariot: One of the only people she's ever met with whom she feels a definite affinity and sense of kinship. They share a passionate, callous curiosity, a fierce intelligence, and a rabid desire to know things. Her tendencies to act on impulse and do as she pleases frustrate him at times, as they can endanger his operation, but overall their relationship is one of good-natured camaraderie and kindred spirits.

  Code by Nano

 

[strawberryspiral]

Andrei Silverspun
​

• Basics
• Personality
• Biography
• Relationships

• 
  Name:
  Andrei Silverspun
  
  Age:
  31 years old
  
  Profession:
  Sergeant Detective in the Arcane Investigations Unit of the Los Noctis City Police Department.
  
  Appearance:
  Short, black curly hair that he keeps buzzed on the sides. Deep, bronzed skin with dark freckles, and bright red eyes symbolizing his arcane heritage.
  
  Height/Weight:
  6'4; 225lbs
  
  Species:
  Hybrid Werewolf/Sorcerer
  
  Abilities:
  Three forms; human, lycan/werewolf, and full wolf shift.
  Can smell magic and follow its scent detect the origin.
  Enhanced strength and speed
  Enhanced senses- sight, smell, taste, hearing, touch.
  Natural Instincts
  Bark skin- Can calcify his skin to the texture and strength of tree bark, providing him with enhanced protection against physical and magical attacks. This bark-like armor can also sprout thorns to injure anyone who strikes them.
  Sylvan Roar- The werewolf’s howl can awaken the spirits of the forest, causing trees to bend, the wind to howl, and the earth to quake. This roar can inspire fear in enemies or summon the forest’s spirits to fight alongside them.
  
  Skills:
  Street smarts, deductive reasoning, and interrogation (Detective stuff)
  Defensive and offensive driving
  Weapons Mastery
  Hand to hand combat
  Good judge of character
  Logic
  Sharp memory
  Eye for detail
  
  
• 
  Moral Alignment:
  Lawful Neutral
  
  Weaknesses:
  Silver, wolfsbane, and fire like most werewolves though he can slowly regenerate whilst being burnt to a crisp, it is still incredibly painful. Certain harsh smells can leave him nose blind, clouding his senses.
  
  Personality:
  Positive
  Courageous
  Dedicated
  Passionate
  Agreeable
  Patient
  
  
• 
  Biography:
  Born to a young mortal mother he grew up in a commune for troubled women and children ran by Witches who practiced Earth based rituals. His mother eventually fell out with the coven and turned away from their spiritualism. They lived in motel rooms while she worked as a waitress and met a cop whom she fell head over heels with. Andrei eventually gained a stepfather- Jake Falls, and with him a little brother- Freddy. They moved in with the father and son duo, making the Falls home bustle with new life. Though he liked his new family he always felt like the odd one out. Jake Falls, his stepfather, worked to bridge the gap between them both throughout Andrei’s adolescence.
  
  Not having ever met his werewolf father Andrei clung onto his step father’s influence. Considering the man his mentor and only true father because of his bio dad’s absence in his life. Andrei carries some resentment towards his werewolf father, who Tiffany Falls recalls fondly despite him abandoning his pregnant wife. Throughout his teen years he struggled with his identity as half werewolf, having no other arcane in his family to guide him in the ways of a werewolf. Luckily for him, Jake, his father, was a cop with plenty of connections. He found resources to help ease his stepson through the process of full shifting every full moon and understand how to control his more feral wolf side.
  
  After high school Andrei would go to college and get his masters in Criminology. Following in his stepfather’s footsteps who was also a cop. Recently, he has been assigned to the Arcane Investigations Unit. This was due to his success in solving many magic based cases with the knowledge he gained while living in the witches commune. Andrei was given a promotion from Sergeant to Lieutenant and assigned the duty of lining up the first ever Arcane Violent Crimes team within the AIU. He takes pride in his work and hates to see a case left unfinished.
  
  Aspirations/Motivations:
  To make the AIU a respected department of the LNCPD.
  
• 
  Relationships:
  Mother- Tiffany Falls
  Stepdad- Jake Falls
  Brother- Freddy Falls
  Bio Dad- Unknown
  TBC
  

 

[strawberryspiral]

Jessica Tidal
​

• Basics
• Personality
• Biography
• Relationships

• 
  
  Name:
  Jessica "Jessie" Tidal
  
  Age:
  23
  
  Profession:
  Rising popstar, actress, and model.
  
  Appearance:
  Long turquoise hair and sea green skin, with eyes a similar shade. She has long finned ears like most Merfolk with striking, shining scales on the tops of her shoulders, and the high points of her face that glimmer several shades of blue and green.
  
  Height/Weight:
  5'9, 125lbs
  
  Species:
  Merfolk- Siren
  
  Abilities:
  Can breathe salt water, hydrokinesis of water, and persuasion through singing voice.
  
  Skills:
  Swimming, singing, contemporary dance, ballet, thrives under pressure.
  
  
• 
  
  Moral Alignment:
  Chaotic Neutral
  
  Weaknesses:
  Addictive substances, freshwater, sensitive skin, drying out- water is a necessity to stay living as merfolk.
  
  Personality:
  Life of the Party
  Moody
  Addictive Personality
  Outgoing
  Bubbly
  Outspoken
  Spoiled
  Entitled
  Argumentative
  
  
• 
  
  Biography:
  Born as the eldest into a family of six other siblings Jessica had been born to be bossy. Though she loved her siblings she did find the position as elder sister to be wearing. One way she tried to catch the attention of her busy mothers was by following in her Siren mother’s footsteps and honing her singing craft, she also joined a dance studio where she learned contemporary dance and ballet. She felt like she had to find something to make herself stand out, that thing turned out to be music.
  
  Throughout her childhood she found herself drawn to singing. And was rather talented, being a siren. She often would swim to the surface to sing to the mortals and land dwelling communities of merfolk in Opal Bay. While she did this her sister Jazmine learned to write music and occasionally joined her sister for her busking sessions on the bayside shores.
  
  Eventually, she and her sister spotted a poster advertising a competitive singing reality show called “Sing or Swim”. Jessica took this poster as a sign from the Celestials and was more determined than ever to become a famous singer. Forcing her sister to join her and the two participated in the reality show until their eventual first place win. Jessi found a sense of purpose in performing, her obsession with fame only growing with the more praise she received.
  
  So, when approached by Lucky Sun Entertainment- one of the largest entertainment and record companies in Bloodywood. Jessica immediately agreed to join, not even considering her sister’s opinion. This would later cause a rift to begin to form between the twins who both felt the other was trying to control the direction of their personal music careers. A complication that came with being a duo instead of solo actress, and Jessica being the more outgoing and eldest of the two. She would often agree to gigs for the Tidal Twins without first considering her sister’s opinion.
  
  This has led Jessica to pursue other avenues of fame not connected to her sister who is obsessed with writing their next album perfectly. She has found some stardom and gained a new audience of fans through the short dark comedy series known as "All Out of Luck". Her acting debut alongside renowned A-List actor and director Xander Lexington who also plays her onscreen father, has managed to bring her several positive reviews among critics.
  
  Aspirations/Mostivations:
  To become a superstar sensation and receive world renowned recognition for her talents.
  Become the first Merfolk to receive an award from the International Hall of Culture and Arts.
  
• 
  Relationships:
  Sister- Jazmine Tidal
  Mothers- Airelee and Echo Tidal
  Two younger sisters and three younger brothers- Mereia, Kallipea, Aerelle, Dyosis, and Tallois.
  Friend, Coworker, Mentor- Xander Lexington
  Makeup Artist- Lillian
  Talent manager- Willow Turner
  Boss, Lucky Ent. CEO- Rashani Sharpe
  TBC
  

 

[strawberryspiral]

Jazmine Tidal
​

• Basics
• Personality
• Biography
• Relationships

• 
  Name:
  Jazmine "Jaz" Tidal
  
  Age:
  23
  
  Profession:
  Rising popstar, singer/song writer, music producer, and model.
  
  Appearance:
  Short blue hair cropped short on the sides and longer up top, falling into her eyes. She has several piercings up and down both ears with turquoise skin leaning more towards blue than her twin sister's.
  
  Height/Weight:
  5'9, 120lbs
  
  Species:
  Merfolk- Siren
  
  Abilities:
  Can breathe salt water, hydrokinesis of water, and persuasion through singing voice.
  
  Skills:
  Singing, song writing/composing, dance, and art. Great listener and highly passionate when it comes to any of her artistic works.
  
  
• 
  
  Moral Alignment:
  Chaotic Good
  
  Weaknesses:
  Crowds, freshwater, sensitive skin, drying out- water is a necessity to stay living as merfolk.
  
  Personality:
  Shy
  Avoidant
  Introspective
  Compassionate
  Creative
  Obsessive
  
  
• 
  Biography:
  Growing up on the shores of the Asteria Islands in the bustling underwater/surface dwelling city of Opal Bay- (merfolk Territory) Jaz lived with her two mothers and seven siblings. Jazmine found a love for music through one of her mothers who happened to be a Siren. First drawn to the arts through ancient murals located deep within the flooded caverns underneath Opal Bay islands. Her favorite mural was that of a siren playing a loot while sailors jumped into turbulent waves below, bewitched by the beings sultry voice. Jaz collected pearls from mussels then traded them for her very first guitar. Unlike her sister who enjoyed the live performing aspect of music Jazmine found pleasure in studying the craft in seclusion. Occasionally accompanying her sister to the surface communities of Opal Bay where they would participate in busking, performing for tourists and merfolk who lived in the communities located on the sandy shores of Opal Bay.
  
  One day while busking on land, she and her twin saw a poster for a singing competition reality show called “Sing or Swim”. Their mothers’ were a bit unsure about the whole ordeal but Jessi, Jaz’s twin, had always dreamed of being a singer. If they didn’t let her atleast try out, she was determined to run away. Jaz was less thrilled given her introverted nature, and only agreed to attend with her sister because she begged. Besides, she was used to tagging alongside with her anyways.
  
  Though her sister flourished during the competition Jaz found herself resenting the vain music industry the closer and more embroiled in it she became. By some miracle the Tidal Twins made it to the final round, winning the competition, and becoming viral sensations. The audience was charmed by their performances in which they would perform in shallow floors of water, or tanks, dancing and manipulating water along with their intricate performances. At the time they were the first merfolk singers to achieve that level of popularity and were signed with Lucky Sun Records because of that.
  
  After winning “Sing or Swim” and signing to Lucky Sun the two would find themselves in a sort of limbo as Jazmine began working on their debut album and her sister sought to gain more fandom for the “Tidal Twins” through her acting career. As always, Jaz would take breaks in between her demanding music producing schedule with painting. Eventually some of her pieces were picked up by a couple of art critics and with the help of Lucky Sun Ent. she would get them displayed in several venues including the International Hall of Culture and Arts. This sewed some jealousy between the twins, Jessica who always dreamed of receiving acknowledgement from the Hall of Culture and Arts saw her sister's achievements as a sort of stab in the back. Tensions run high between the two sisters, but Jazmine is indifferent to her sister's obvious envy.
  
  Aspirations/Motivations:
  To have their first album go platinum.
  Be recognized for her talent in songwriting and composing.
  
  
• 
  Relationships:
  Sister- Jazmine Tidal
  Mothers- Airelee and Echo Tidal
  Two younger sisters and three younger brothers- Mereia, Kallipea, Aerelle, Dyosis, and Tallois Tidal.
  Makeup Artist- Lillian
  Talent manager- Willow Turner
  Boss, Lucky Ent. CEO- Rashani Sharpe
  TBC
  
  

 

[Coryen2]

• Cadmus Blanch
• Lucida Cross Chapel

• • general
  • abilities and skills
  • Bio

  • 
    Full Name: Cadmus Blanch of the Isle
    "You may call me Cadmus. Might I have your name?"
    
    Face Claim: Voiced by Neil Newbon
    "I don't know who that is, but he sounds absolutely darling!"
    
    Pronouns: He/Fae
    "Honestly, I just don't understand what all the fuss is. Mortals would sleep with a roaring fire if they could."
    
    Age: 207
    "Old enough to be called old. Young enough to still be offended by it."
    
    Profession: Proprietor and pastor of the Lucida Cross Chapel
    "One might call me a man of the cloth. One who binds those for life in sacred matrimony or prepares them for their final rites. I, on the other hand, see myself as more of a collector and philanthropist. I collect wayward souls and give them safety and ease of mind. Make of that what you will"
    
    Species: Pixie
    "Call me a fairy one more time, Sharpjaws, and I will introduce you to one; the Tooth Fairy!"
    
    Personality: Possessive and jealous, Cadmus holds on to anything he claims as his own dearly. Harm what is his, and he will capriciously do anything in his power to make that person suffer. On the flip side, he will move mountains for those he has claimed as his own. Despite this clingy nature, there is a decided distance between himself and those around him. A level of understanding that cannot seem to be breached. His thoughts are often alien and difficult to decipher for those around him. Often, he will fixate on something incredibly mundane, only to move on, leaving months of research moments before he truly finds the answer to his queries. He does not have the capacity for guilt, but he does understand displeasure with the consequences of his own actions.
    "Who, me? Oh, I don't like applying labels to myself. I would rather break the labels others place upon me."
    
    Moral Alignment: Chaotic Lawful
    "Rules and Laws are meant to be broken. Contracts, however....Those, you keep or pay the price."
    
    Motivations/Aspirations: Entertainment. Cadmus abhors being bored. He isn't really one to think ahead unless a particular deal or fleeting whim demands that he plan things out. True to the nature of the Fae, he is whimsical and fickle.
    "Given the choice between sitting patiently in a waiting room or burning my own clothes, I would gladly choose the later....unless my outfit were particularly cute that day...Then it is a toss-up."
    
  • 
    Abilities:
    The Contract is All (Deal With a Devil)
    When making a deal, either directly or as an intermediary, Cadmus is able to mystically bind the participants to their word. Should any member of a deal fail to keep their end of the bargain, a fitting punishment shall fall upon the perpetrator.
    "Are we of an accord?"
    
    Weal and Woe (A Twist of Fate)
    Luck is a funny thing. If you look at the world on a grander scale, probability is a fixed value, but look at an individual and you may begin to see a trend. Cadmus is surprisingly adept at swinging luck in his direction. But like a Fae, Luck is Fickle. Abuse your luck too much and your house of cards will soon fall down upon you. Give too much luck away, though, and you may just be in line for a windfall.
    "Take a chance. Spin the wheel. Surely the outcome can't be fixed...again."
    
    Not Who You Think (Objects in the Mirror Are Smaller Than They Appear)
    Pixies are not exactly large beings. Standing roughly one foot tall with long dragonfly-like wings, some family lines sacrificed their innate abilities with glamour in order to more easily infiltrate the mortal society. Now, rather than creating illusions of reality, such family lines can physically transform from pixie to human and back.
    Humans can't fly unaided, but Pixies can't pick up heavy objects unaided.
    "Oh, right. You can't fly. Well...Good bye."
    
    Skills:
    Arcane Form
    Loopholes
    "How do I know there's a loophole? It's a contract, isn't it?"
    
    Flight
    "These wings are not just for show, my dear."
    
    Stealth
    "It isn't my fault you didn't see me. Next time, look up."
    
    Mundane Form
    Laws
    "I pass the Bar Test once a decade just for fun."
    Insight
    "You mortals always want something. Safety. Companionship. Power. Entertainment. Forgiveness. Not always in that specific order, but..."
    Medicine
    "I really wish you would stop bleeding on the nice carpet. The ugly one is just one step to your left!"
    Cooking
    "Did you know that humans have up to ten thousand taste buds? Exquisite!"
    Wealth
    "Hmm? A Trust fund baby? No. I made my money legitimately. Yes. That's right. Exploitation.
    
    Weaknesses:
    Arcane Form
    Heavy objects
    "Well, don't look at me. It weighs more than I do."
    Curiosity
    "People keep saying that 'satisfaction brought it back' like that was part of the original saying. I can assure you, IT. WAS. NOT."
    Fae Standing
    "Even I have people I must answer to."
    Combat
    "Let me go! I am not a maraca!"
    
    Mundane Form
    Combat
    "Well, I thought being bigger would help, but now your just hitting part of me instead of all of me."
    Gluttony
    "Mmm, this truffle is nothing to trifle with....Ooh, is that wine?"
    Claustrophobia
    "You know, I never noticed just how low the ceiling is....Kathryn? Call the construction crew. We're putting in a skylight.
    
  • 
    
    Wrought from promise. Bound in pain.
    Two hundred seven years is a long time to most, but to the Fae it is but a fleeting moment. There are many beliefs as to where pixies come from. Some believe they appear the first time a baby laughs. Others think they come about when love is made in a field of flowers. Yet another might say that pixies are never born and simply pop into existence when the world is in need of a bit of mischief. Regardless of the truth, the day that Cadmus came to exist, a feast was held in his honor. Now, that isn't to say that his birth was a long awaited occurrence or that he was of particular note. Ultimately, it comes down to the fact that the Seelie court is quite fond of feasts and joyous occasions. That he was born the day of this feast is not particularly striking either as feasts are a daily event in the fae wilds. No. What makes this particular feast special was the fact that the King of the Seelie court was present.
    
    By tradition, when a new Fae is born, the locals will gather together and the most notable among them is given the honor and responsibility of bestowing a gift upon the newborn. This gift comes in many shapes and forms, but always the gift forever changes the nature of the child. On this auspicious day, that task was left to the most powerful of the Seelie. Living up to power and position, the king gave not one, but two gifts.
    
    Standing before the court, the king looked down at the infant pixie and declared, "As your king, it is my honor to bestow upon this child that which makes us Seelie." The crowd gasped and awed with practiced anticipation. "First!" said the king, pausing for dramatic necessity, "I give the child a silver coin. May luck be his ever present companion and wealth and prosperity follow in his wake." With a flick of his wrist, the king summoned a simple coin. On one side was etched the sun, representing summer, health, and the Seelie court. On the other, a snowflake, representing winter, despondence, and the Unseelie court. Around the edge of the coin were words written in an ancient tongue. Min Telpilin, Atta A. Forvo adh Harvo. Atta Olmin. 'One silver coin, two sides. Right and left. Two become one.'
    
    
    
    "Second!" and here the crowd began to murmur in glorious surprise. While all understood by the declaration of 'first' that a second would follow, to see the implied transaction take place in person was truly a wonderous event. Stretching the dramatic pause even longer this time, the king let his actions hold the audience's attention. Reaching toward the child he gently plucked a single gold feather. Raising it aloft, he summoned the summer breeze. Delicately and wonderfully, the feather began to dance freely in the air. Spectators watched with calls of delight as the small feather began to stretch and grow. With each moment, it became more refined and beautiful to behold, until at last a golden quill descended into the king's hand. "I gift this child a tool of his own nature."
    
    
    
    A hundred years and thousands of feasts later, Cadmus stepped into the wilds of the Fae realm. Head held high, gold plumage scintillating in the ever glowing summer sun, he flapped his dragonfly wings experimentally. This was to be his first foray into the mortal world. Tucking his quill into an inside pocket of what he had been told was called a suit jacket, he took the the sky and passed through the mist and out of the Fae lands. The first thing he noticed was the cold. The chill of the mist was a wonderous new experience all its own. Nothing in the endless summer could compare to the way the condensed air pressed into his skin and mad his body shake. The second thing he noticed was a net falling over his head and tangling his wings. The third thing he noticed was that the ground was significantly farther away than he anticipated.
    
    When he awoke, he was surprised to find himself in a cramped house. It was bright pink and lavishly decorated, but the proportions were rather peculiar. While he fit inside the rather uncomfortable cot he was lying on, the ceiling was much to low for him to do much more than sit or crawl about. Stranger still, the door seemed to be painted onto the wall and a large seem swept its way across the floor. Crawling to a window to look out, he was once more surprised to find that there was no glass separating himself from the outside. Even so, the window refused to budge and on further examining appeared to be just as fake as the door.
    
    Suddenly, and without warning, an eye the size of his head appeared on the other side of the window, followed by the most unholy squeal of excitement he had ever heard. It shook the walls of his prison as he was forced to reconcile his observations with reality. He was held captive in the toy house of a little girl.
    
    Months of agonizing torment followed. Tea parties without tea, inane conversations no sane being could possibly comprehend, and, worst of all, dress up. All the while, the house he was bound to remained closed. It did not take long for Cadmus to put together what had occurred. He had been betrayed. The date, time, and location of his entry into the mortal realm had been given to a witch, the young girl's mother. It took some careful manipulation on his part, but he learned from the girl that her mother was a witch who liked to collect live pixies for the purpose of collecting pixie dust. A process that involved ripping off the wings and grinding them with pestle and mortar into a fine powder. This she would do again and again until the wings eventually ceased growing back.
    
    In this, Cadmus's luck did not betray him. The little girl had taken a shine to him and convinced her mother to give him to her as an early birthday present. And thus the stage was set for his escape. The first obstacle would of course be the doll house he was trapped within. As it turned out, the witch had inscribed it with runes that stopped his magic from functioning. She had also placed a magical lock on the house such that the girl could not open it without the proper key. The second obstacle was the girl, herself. While he had dutifully played the part of friendly captive to get the girl to talk to him, he was still a long way away from getting her to trust him more than her own mother. Third lay the protections outside of the room he was in. While he could not see them from where he was, there was little doubt that they would be there given what was done to his prison. Finally, The witch herself. For his plan to succeed, obstacle two had to deal with obstacle one. Obstacles three and four would require a bit of improvisation.
    
    A few more tiresome months later, an opportunity finally presented itself. He had worked painstakingly to get all of his pieces in place. Turning the daughter against the mother had been his final step. He had revealed to the girl some of the spells he presumed to be in her room. That had been a week ago, and while the fight had not been brought up again, the rift had been made. Tonight, though, the two had fought again. This time about some sort of trip the mother was sending the girl on. It was time to enact his final step. Now was the time to convince the girl to run away with him. Take the key, free him, and flee into the Fae wilds revenge would be sweet.
    
    As he waited for the girl to come upstairs with her teary eyed face, he sensed that something was wrong. Focusing, he quickly realized what it was. Silence. The fight had abruptly stopped. The next thing he new, there was the sound of metal beating against wood and a scream of terror. Something was happening that he could do nothing about. The sounds of gunshots rang out. Something bounced off of a ward on the girl's window before exploding.
    
    Chanting.
    
    Angry yells.
    
    Screams.
    
    One of them, his own.
    
    Trapped and helpless, Cadmus rattled the tiny window of his cage, begging, demanding, pleading to be set free. His voice barely audible over the raging inferno that had begun on the roof in the middle of this catastrophe. Suddenly, the door burst open. And there was the girl. Tears, streaming down her face. Blood dripping from her side. A key held firmly in her grip. Before he could say a single word, she unlocked and opened the dollhouse and picked him up. The world spun around him as he was violently shaken up and down as she ran to her window. Tossing it open, she threw him out into the night sky.
    
    By the time his wings managed to right him in the air, he was well outside of the home and able to take in his surroundings. The house was doomed. Flames covered every wall, every bush, every doorway. Dozens of people with torches, guns, swords and staves raved, "Down with the witch! Down with the Cross family!"
    
    No.
    
    
    No.
    
    NO.
    
    NO!
    
    This was not how this was supposed to happen. His vengeance had been stolen. His prize was burning in the upper window. All of his planning, his months of humiliation. This was no victory. This was...This was random happenstance! A cry of anguish burst from within him releasing with it the pent up magic he had been harboring. Suddenly, part of the house collapsed inward. The falling debris scattered the flames momentarily. There, standing in the front door, was the witch. Framed in flickering light, she screamed, much as Cadmus himself had. Primal magic mixed with Fae luck.
    
    Thirteen years passed before he once again heard the name Cross. He knew that the witch had escaped. The mob bled and begged for death while the witch mourned her daughter. Powerless in that moment, Cadmus had fled. But now. Now was different. As the United States had proceeded with its war against magic, Cadmus had learned to walk amongst them as a human. He had built up his power in the mortal realm. Deals had been struck. Favors had been turned in. The one who had betrayed him had been found and exiled. As surely as he had saved the witch, he knew that he must be the one to end her. And so, he had prepared. Nullium made for expensive bullets.
    
    Sitting in his office was a middle aged man with troubled eyes, and a determined expression. "I need your help," began the man. "I am in love with my wife"
    
    "Yes, I'm told that tends to happen." Cadmus replied. Judging from the man's worn leather jacket, scarred face, and the edge of some sort of brand barely visible above the neckline, it was clear to Cadmus that this man was a hunter of some sort.
    
    "You don't understand. I have just learned that my wife is a witch. And not just any witch. She is Lucida Cross, the head of the Black Petal Coven!"
    
    And just like that, the gears began to turn once more.
    
    As Cadmus had inferred, the man was indeed a hunter. The group he affiliated with, the Isle Hunters, had learned of his spouse's double life and had charged him with ending the woman. Distraught, the man had followed some rumors he had heard and ended up on Cadmus's doorstep. So great was this man's love that he could not bring himself to kill her. Nor could he in good conscience let her live.
    
    And so a deal was offered. In exchange for the man's ability to love, Cadmus would remove the witch's ability to cast spells long enough for the man to kill her. Cadmus smiled to himself. Not only would he get to shoot the woman who had tormented him, but he would also get to watch the fear and helplessness in her eyes as one she believed loved her ended her life. That was a end that would satisfy him.
    
    
    
    That very night, they enacted their plan. While Lucida Cross was out in the town, the two men took their positions. The man, just hidden outside. Cadmus, sitting in the man's usual chair in the living room. Cadmus's heart was beating unusually fast as he waited for her to arrive. At long last, he thought, I can be done with this chapter of my life.
    
    At long last, the sound of a key scraping a lock; the turning of a handle.
    
    At long last, she stepped into the room.
    
    At long last, he aimed his gun at her.
    
    At long last, he felt as though summer itself had walked into his life.
    
    There she stood, bag a groceries in one hand, pregnant stomach in the other. Her hair fell in a disarrayed tangle past her eyes. To his eyes, she glowed with the power of two suns. She was beautiful. Irresistible. Vulnerable. He wished nothing more than to take the world by force just so he could gift it to her. His arm fell limp to his side, the gun pointing to the floor. Walking two steps into the room, her voice rang out like a fisherman's line, pulling his heart toward her, "Sorry I'm late, Dear One. I was just...." Her eyes fell upon Cadmus with surprise, "Who are you?"
    
    Just as he was about to answer, the man charged into the room with a knife, slamming the door behind him. He lunged at Lucida's unprotected throat, a look of disgust and hatred in his eyes. Instantly, the wards placed invisibly around the house flared to life and the blow merely grazed her. Pixie dust, Cadmus realized as the resonance of her stolen luck pulled at the coin in his pocket.
    
    Taking it out, he looked down at the summer sun and then back at the man, "You bitch!" the man cried, "You seduced me and made me your puppet. You and your coven shall die for what you have done! Cadmus! it is time to finish our bargain. Seal her dark sorcery!"
    
    No mere ward could stop or redirect a Nullium bullet. Lifting his arm, Cadmus took aim, and fired.
    
    He had witnessed it a hundred times. Rolled his eyes in annoyance. But never did he expect a broken contract to hurt so much. The bullet had found its mark. The man lay dead, a shattered magical shield raised before him by none other than Lucida herself. He had broken his word. And for what? Blazing heat seared through his mind like a kiln s tendrils of ice wove through his veins. HIs lungs expelled the air from his body, but no sound passed his lips as his eyes rolled back in a white hot vision of endless pain. Smoke rose from his body as his golden plumage rapidly molted and fell. The ground beneath him glazed over in a demi-frost as the tips of his fingers and toes blackened with signs of hypothermia. A cackle escaped him as the surface of his skin began to crack and shatter and a single thought lingered. It was worth it.
    
    ***
    Nearly a hundred years later, Cadmus Blanch stood in his newly constructed Chapel, his now silver eyes taking in the beauty of the exposed beams of the vestibule. Solemnly, he walked on mortal feet and placed his hand upon the entrance to the Nave. Mortal lives were such a frivolous thing, yet their emotions were timeless and untamable. Smiling sadly, he pressed the door open, "Sorry I'm late, Dear One."
• • Public face
  • The Supernatural
  • Figures of Note

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    A Safezone that particularly caters to the Wayward, the Lucida Cross Chapel does not hold to any of the major religious views. Rather, it attests to hold to the Olde Ways. Carry salt, leave gifts of food for strangers, lock your doors by sunset, speak not unkindly of others, ignore the strange embrace the being. it is seen as a bit odd by most of the local community, but few would deny the good the chapel performs. Since it was established, the number of attacks during the full moon have reduced dramatically. Property values have increased. Gang activity has decreased. No doubt there is some sort of supernatural influence, but they welcome any and everyone with food, drink, a place to stay if needed, and a kind disposition.
    
    At the front of it all is Cadmus Blanch. A man who has seen to invest his considerable wealth into establishing this location out of the goodness of his heart. Often seen advertising the church to those in need or out and about taking food to the homeless, he is known as a philanthropist. While his message of the Olde Ways is unusual, he doesn't press of convict people for going against his beliefs. He, like the church, are seen as largely harmless and nice to have around.
    
    Outside every entrance is written a message in stone: "By entering this building, you agree abide by the laws of Hospitality"
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    Beneath the public portion of the chapel lies the Priory, a place for weary travelers, convicts, wayward, and refugees. As you descend the stairs, a carved message declares its warning. "Beware to those who would break the rules of hospitality, lest ye be blanched."
    
    Food, shelter, clothing, a place to eat. All are guaranteed to those seeking asylum. However, it is known that the contract of hospitality is magically enforced. Aggressive behavior towards another. Verbal abuse. Insulting the food. Violating the rules of hospitality carries a punishment. Whether that punishment be banishment from the building, time alone in penance, or things that one only hears about in hushed whispers in the middle of the night depends on the severity and frequency of the crime.
    
    The rooms down here are often filled on the nights of the full moon as each space contains plenty of items to keep the beast distracted through the evening while the curse is active. Solid stone walls and magical binding only add to the draw for those who wish to guarantee the safety of those around them.
    
    To those in the know, Cadmus Blanch is the source of the mysterious magic that binds the building. When in dire need of help, one can strike a deal with the silver eyed Pixie and help will be provided. Rarely will it appear in the expected ways, but those who have made deals rarely have a negative word to say beyond, "Do not break your promises."​
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    Kathryn File
    A bright young woman who acts as the chapel secretary
    
    
    
    Vern:
    An old crochety werewolf who acts as an elder and settles disputes among Wayward
    
    
    
    Silent Bill:
    A man who lost his family and has taken up residence in the Chapel. Often seen taking care of the children or cleaning the building
    
    
    
    Vestica Tarmiri:
    A vampiress who lives up in the belfry. Pays rent and has a lovely sense of humor.
    
    
    Keeper:
    This masked man is seen in the Priory attending to the needs of those below. Sometimes seen conversing with Silent Bill in ASL.
    

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