Realistic or Modern Possessed

[Yunn]

the past

「Name」


「Age & Year of Death」


「Gender」


「Physical Description」


「Personality」


「History」


「Other」

the present

「Name」


「Age 」


「Gender」


「Physical Description」


「Personality」


「History」


「Other」

Possessors must fill in both the past & present, while humans only need to fill in the present,


1 exorcist can be made for every 3 possessors there are.

 

[Aelin Ashryver]

the present

?Korin Matthews?


?21?


?Female?


?With red hair and eyes like ocean waves, she is, no doubt, a 'beautiful' woman. Her skin is as smooth as silk. Her lips are sensual no matter what she is saying. Everything about her is inviting to the ones who reach out to touch her. There is only a minor problem. While her looks may be enticing, her eyes roar Get the hell away from me! To those who do not heed their warning, death is a mercy.?


?Korin is a lithe young woman. She stands 5'8" and doesn't like to humor those she is not familiar with. Her loyalty is rare. Her trust is an impossibility save for those rare, singular souls who manage to align with her. She holds her friends close and has as few as she can count on one hand. If she is corned, she will not hesitate to draw blood.?


?Born. Abandoned. Saved. Trained. Betrayed.


These are the five stages of Korin Matthews' life. She was born in the slums. Her mother had her in the dead of night in an abandoned warehouse. She'd been able to hide the pregnancy from her mother. Her father had noticed though. He was the one who'd had her every night since she turned fourteen. Of course he would notice her belly swollen with their child. At first, he'd been dead set on beating it out of her, but she begged him not to. It wasn't for the child though, not in the slightest. It was for herself. She might not be able to survive her father's fists. Her mother had long since stopped feeling the hits, but she was still young, still fresh. It would hurt and the thought of such pain was worse than what she already endured.


He let her keep it. No hospitals. No prenatal care. No knowing if it was healthy or not. In all that happened to the girl, however, she swore one thing. No matter what sex the baby was, boy or girl, it didn't matter. She would spare them the life she had. She would give them to an orphanage far away from that man. She kept her promise.


Five months later, Korin was born. Crying and screaming, she wailed in her mother's arms. It took her until dawn to find an orphanage far enough away that she thought her baby would be safe. It had taken great strength, but she held no ill will toward her daughter. She'd wanted to hate it, hate her. She'd wanted it gone when she first realized she was pregnant. She'd wanted it gone and dead. She'd prayed for a miscarriage, but not at the hands of her father. She left her with a letter. It had no address and no name other than the baby's. 'Korin,' she'd read it in a book once. The young woman had been a fierce warrior who led her friends through trials and hardships. Her baby would need that sort of strength if she were going to survive such a cruel world.


When Korin was five, she was adopted by a woman. She never learned her name and was only instructed to call her, RJ. Her training began at the crack of dawn every day and ended at eight o'clock every evening. Weapons, anatomy, weaknesses, leverage, combat. These are all vital things to know when you are training to be an assassin. Though she was not a whore, she was trained how to seduce, how to manipulate those around her based on her looks. It was hard to do any seducing at her young age, but she would know for the future and tucked the information away for when she would need it. A woman isn't a threat. Isn't that what we're all taught? Even less so if she is a young girl, who isn't a day over seven. Her first kill was at ten years old. RJ was a professional contractor and needed a young, small partner. Korin could get in places she couldn't or places that she could, but would be noticed too easily. The child was a nice addition to her tool belt.


They were based in Portland, Oregon. Who expected two assassins to live there anyway? No one really, which was what made it so great. Sure, it was a quite place, but they had plenty of road trips as they had to travel to their targets. Korin had learned how to drive on those streets. Even a money can do it if given the correct training. RJ was a good teacher.


RJ didn't care for the child, but she saw to it that her asset was well taken care of. She was fed, bathed, treated when sick. She was a weapon for her to use, but even the best weapons need maintenance. Sometimes, that maintenance can be too much. It can grow too much on a person. Living with the child, eating, sleeping in the same room as her, it affected her more than she liked, far more than she liked in fact. After nine years with Korin, RJ disappeared. Not a trace was left. She left her 100,000 grand and some of her finest weapons. Korin was grateful for her training. She had taught her not just how to survive, but how to flourish. She took up her old clients and made a killing, literally.


Seven years went by, each with left their own, special mark on Korin. One of the largest scar she had came from the biggest mistake of her life. Him. He had changed her. He'd made her soft and that had cost her more than just money. It had cast her a most vital organ, her heart. She'd given it to him, hell she'd carved it out of her chest and practically served it to him on a platter. Looking back on it, Korin can't help but feel sick. Her disgust for him grows daily. Korin has tried again and again to get past the betrayal he carved in her, but the wound stayed gaping open as if inviting the infection to spread until it consumed her completely. She had never understood those passionate clients of hers. They wanted so and so dead because they were emotionally hurt. What did emotions matter? They hadn't to her, not until he came into her life and everything went up in flames.


?Her favorite food is a chocolate chip cookie. It's a leftover from her childhood with RJ. She would always reward her with one of them. Though a cookie can't win her over, it's a start for anyone wanting to not get killed on sight.?

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[VioletFires]

HUMANS





「Names」Aron and Evan Threshold [ Twins ]





「Age 」19


「Gender」Male


「Physical Descriptions」Evan has black slightly curly hair. Both of the twins have black colorless eyes. Evan has three piercings in the right ear and five in the left ear. He´s quite short for a guy (168cm). He´s quite slender weighing only 53kg (most of that is muscle). Aron on the other hand is very tall (198cm), but also very slender. Aron has slightly longer hair than people do normally. His nails are painted black and he always has a gas mask on. Aron´s physical strenght is immense. Evan is extremely fast.


「Personalities」Aron is very quiet and rational. He´s very good at analysing problems. Every second sentence he says is very philosophical and often educative. The steps he takes are all far-sighted. He doesn´t like to talk much, because he finds it unneccesary. Evan is quite the opposite of Aron. He likes to talk about unlogical things. He acts before he thinks and he´s very fast to facechek the enemy´s base. He gives off a "crazy" person vibe because he laughs at a lot of serious things.


「History」A woman named Teresha Threshold and a man named Kobre Thershold were a pair of exorcists. They were more than just "co-workers" though. They were a married couple. 2 years after having their wedding, they decided to have a child. They soon found out they were having twins. When the two were born, the doctor noticed an abnormality. Both of their eyes were colorless. The children born with colorless eyes were thought to be the children of the devil and had to be eliminated instantly. Kobre and Teresha didn´t want to kill the children as they already like most parents loved the two newborns a lot. They escaped and went to live in an old rundown city, where lived a lot of prison escapees and other wanted people.They lived there for about 6 years, until rest of the exorcists found them. They gassed their home with poisonous gas. The childrens´ mother was able to snatch two gas masks from the weaponry station and gave them to her children Aron and Evan. She told them to escape and keep living. The children did what Teresha told them to. They ran out of the building and escaped to an old building that had been abandoned. They found guns and other weaponry in the basement of the building. It probably used to be a base of some gang. From 6 years old they became handymen. They would kill, murder, steal. They would do anything to get money and keep living. To this day they are still handymen. They have had a hatred for exorcists their whole life. They are still being hunted by them, thought as devil´s children.


「Other」Evan and Aron can not be seperated. They are always together. Evan smokes, even though Aron dislikes that habbit of his. Aron often tells Evan "You´re holding the same death between your lips our parents died to." Aron still wears the gas mask his mother gave him.





Aron

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Evan

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[Yunn]

the past

「Victoria Alessandra」


「Died at the age of 36 in 1901」


「Female」


「Physical Description 」

She was quite the lady. Her wavy brown hair was always tied up in a bun, and wearing plain, but also elegant dresses. According to her memory she thinks she was around 162 cm, and keeps her weight as a secret. She was also pretty fond with her brown eyes.

「Personality」

As a lady she was prim and proper. She was taught to have nice manners, and to be reserved. (wip)

「History」


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「Other」

the present

「Ryan King」


「20 」


「Male」


「Physical Description」


Just as it was in the past, it was the same shade of chocolate brown for her eyes, and for her hair, though this time it was short, way shorter than she's ever had it. In this life time, the longest it has been was down to maybe the chin? There are many things that are different. Height 180 cm. Weight 68 kg. Clothes were difference as well obviously, at the moment she can't go wearing a dress. But as time passed her tastes have changed, no longer was it dresses, as a matter of fact, there is no desire to wear dresses anymore. Now it was the time for more comfortable clothing ranging from hoodies to baggy t-shirts.


「Personality」


「History」


「Other」

Eh...wip, gonna finish sometime during the week end.

 

[GinjaGen]

the past

「Name」Salvatore "Sal" Russo


「Died at age 34 in 1954」


「Male」


「Physical Description」


Sal was tall, dark and incredibly handsome. Anyone who knew him or knew his family knew it was definitely in his Italian genes, the dark, thick hair and piercing eyes. Still, maybe it was so blatantly obvious because he kept himself in such good shape, or because he looked so damn good in a uniform. In any case, He was a looker.


「Personality」


Sal is quiet, almost stoic, though there are gentle signs of kindess in his quiet eyes, and smile lines are clearly littered around his face. His passion has always been to help and protect those around him, though part of him wishes he could have been born under different circumstances. Maybe he could have made an even bigger difference.


「History」


Sal Russo had grown up on the wrong side of the greater New York area, where many of his friends and family ended up on the wrong side of the law. Determined to not follow in their footsteps, Sal signed up for the police force instead of the mob. From the very get go he was amazing at it, due to his kind but tough nature, and the fact that he knew a number of the people he would eventually take in.


His life was going well, a new wife and a second baby on the way. However, it was brought to an abrupt end on November 3rd, 1954 when he was shot and killed in the line of duty.


「Other」Sal always secretly wished he could have been a doctor. His family just didn't have the money, however, and to be honest Sal, as he was, was not smart enough.

the present

「Name」Dylan Alvarez


「Age 」19


「Gender」Male


「Physical Description」Dylan was not the tallest, but was very fit and strong from all of the sports he played - something Sal was infinitely thankful for. He has deep brown eyes and caramel skin framed by curly but short jet black hair. He also now possesses a nice set of scars thanks to the accident.


「Personality」Dylan was a typical "bro." He was shallow, reasonably self-centered, and not particularly sympathetic to anyone but his friends. Behind his superficial demeanor sat a highly intelligent mind. But instead of applying himself in school, he decided to apply himself in sports and in social situations - though he rarely drank because he wanted to keep in shape and because, as he said, 'my body is my temple' to the irritation of pretty much anyone who met him.


Recently, however, he's like a completely different person...


「History」Dylan came from a wealthy southern California family, who doted upon him from his first day in the world. It was no wonder that he grew up selfish and shallow, and also no wonder that the combination of his showboating about money and initial good grades, coupled with his uncaring demeanor, resulted in him being bullied through the lower grades.


After transferring schools, he stopped trying to do well, and instead focused on fitting in and being popular ... and discovered his love of sports.


It was due to this love - not his now failing grades - that Dylan made it to college. And college was like a dream come true, where he could put minimal effort into schoolwork, work incredibly hard at sports, and be super popular.


He was living the dream - destined to be captain the following year, his sophomore year! Maybe even prom king. At least until his buddies got drunk and smashed their car into a tree.


Dylan should have died, and in a way, Dylan as he was did die, having been satisfied with how his life was turning out. However, his body remained alive but in a coma.


'Dylan' woke three months after the crash and found he was not who he used to be.


「Other」Dylan maintained the required 2.5 GPA average with ease during his freshman year. If he had applied himself like he had when he was younger, he might have gotten a 4.0

 

[Psychedelia]

the past

?Name?Margaret "Maggie" Kinsey


?Age & Year of Death?Died at 17 in 1994.


?Gender?Female


?Physical Description?Maggie was a petite girl, standing at 5' 8" and weighing a little under 120 lbs. Her hair was deep brown in color and fell a few inches past her shoulders. On any given day, her hair was curled and her entire ensemble was put together with the utmost precision; she always tried to look her best yet never felt pretty enough. Her skin was typically tan but falsely so -- she liked the way being tan made her blue eyes really pop.


?Personality?She was a fragile soul, that Maggie. Gentle and kindhearted, she was incredibly fragile; broken at a young age and facing severe depression thereafter. She cared deeply for others and constantly put her own needs on the back burner to help others. Aiden, the love of her life, brought out the best in her. With him, her smile was bright, and she was bubbly, excitable, and incredibly passionate about everything. Once he was gone, it was as if that side of her completely dissipated, leaving behind a girl so lost and hopeless she couldn't manage to find herself in all the darkness.


?History?Maggie was raised more so by her grandparents than her own. As a young girl, she was molested by her father for years without her mother ever reporting him. It wasn't until he was discovered to have raped another girl that he was sent to prison and she was freed from that home. Her grandparents were her best friends from birth until death; the only other person she felt close enough to was her boyfriend, Aiden. Aiden helped her through a lot and, after three long, loving years, things ended very badly. Not because they fought or grew apart but because he committed suicide out of nowhere. She missed all the signs, including all the ones she used to show herself... And for that, she could never forgive herself. Just days after his passing, when she knew her grandparents would be gone for the day, Maggie stole her grandma's pills and slowly, one by one, downed nearly the entire bottle before she died, as well. Her death took hours and the pain was excruciating... But at least it stopped the pain.


?Other?While in purgatory, Maggie had plenty of time to reflect on her life and immediately decided she regretted her decision. She was young, dumb, and so madly in love she actually took her own life... It made her feel stupid, to put it simply. So she tried and tried to find someone who would help her either get back or cross over or something, anything, really, to get her out of that place. Once she did find that person, he explained to her how things worked, and she chose to wait things out until she found the strength to carry out the process and, more importantly, the right specimen... And that just so happened to be Anya.

the present

?Name?Anya Sterling


?Age ?19


?Gender?Female


?Physical Description?Much like in the past, she is petite, with dark brown hair and a tanned complexion. However, this tan is closer to an olive shade and happens to be completely natural. Height wise, Maggie lost about an inch, and currently stands at 5' 6" in this body. Her weight constantly fluctuates up and down several pounds but primarily hovers at 120 lbs; again, much like Maggie. Her eyes are a shade of dark brown and have a doe-y look to them... This is Maggie's favorite feature of her new self.


?Personality?Anya is a strong-willed, brave-hearted soul. She has walls of all kinds built up around her in attempt to protect herself from ever feeling weak. She hates breaking down and often acts rather bitchy in order to mask her true feelings. Her personality overall is incredibly strong and that would be where the problem arises.


Now, combined with Maggie's personality, she's quite the mess. Maggie makes her weak and, recently, has made her cry on several occasions. Anya, being the hard-ass she is, is struggling to overcome the weepy girl that has been prying her way out... But she is trying to overcome it, nonetheless. Her moods now pick up and fall at the drop of a hat, simply leaving her more confused than anything, really.


?History?Anya was born and raised in Montana. She was close to her mother and father both, and even her younger siblings, Kira and Kyle. When she was eight, she spent the night at a friends over the weekend and came home to find out her entire family had been slaughtered over night. Luckily for her, she hadn't been home at the time or she, too, would have been killed. Unfortunately, however, what started out as a simple robbery turned into a massacre that took away her entire family. With no one to turn to and nowhere to go, she was sent into the foster care system and traveled from home to home for the rest of her youth. In her adolescence, she chose to get involved with the wrong crowd and acted up on a daily basis. Whether it be in school, at a home, or even in public, she seemed to enjoy reeking havoc whenever possible.


Just a few months ago, on her nineteenth birthday, she was partying with her friends at a local hangout they called 'the ledges'. Being the girl she was, Anya was dared to jump from the ledges and into the water below and so she accepted. With as much alcohol in her system as she had then, nobody should have let her do it... But they did. In her altered state, she climbed to the the top of one large rock, shouted something about only living once, then slipped and fell. She tumbled for awhile down the slope of the ledge, crashing into stray branches and sharp edges along the way.


Waking up in the hospital, she felt... Different. And, according to the doctors, she had been acting different, too. The things they told her she mumbled over the course of her stay didn't make any sense whatsoever... To Anya. To Maggie, however, everything made perfect sense. This was her second chance at life, at happiness... And she doesn't intend to give that up without her own fight. Not this time.


?Other?The only jewelry Anya ever wears is her mother's locket and she wears it every single day.

 

[likeliteraltrash]

the past


「George Stephen Barnes」


「George died serving in the Second World War in 1943, aged 19」


「Male」


「George was 5'9 and 130 Ibs, he had dark brown hair and dimples when he smiled, he was handsome and had a nice smile. He wasn't muscular but his stomach was toned due to army workouts」


「George was optimistic and loyal, to ridiculous degrees, he had a perfect life, model family, model girlfriend and he thought that his life would be just the same. He was dedicated to 'saving the world', but he was reckless, too willing to give his life for the greater good.」


「He grew up with his middle-lower-class parents and younger sister Angie, in a nice, happy home. George got good grades at home and had a girlfriend from 1938 to his death, a beautiful young woman whom he looked great with, and who said she loved him- so he said he loved her too.


When he was called on for the war, he felt honoured to fight for his country, unfortunately for him, George was shot in the head a month before he was due to go home.」


the present


「Brendan Joseph Dunn」


「24」


「Male」


「Brendan is tall at 6'1 and has messy black hair and deep blue eyes, his cheekbones are sharp and his eyebrows are defined. He is also very toned and muscular. He is good-looking and has a charming smile.」


「He is not so much of an optimist.


Brendan is a bit of an arsehole, really, he doesn't care much for other people and he treats them accordingly.


He is well aware of his good looks and often uses them too his advantage.」


「Brendan grew up overprivelaged and as an only child, he was treated like a Prince by both of his parents and is used to getting what he wants. He has treated people badly his whole life and he has never been challenged.


Or until he got into a fight with his most recent girlfriend, they had been having a shouting match by the lake near his house and she had accidentally pushed him in.


'Brandon' woke up in a hospital the next day, throat burning, but his head light and clear and new. He wasn't himself.」


[For more specific idea of appearances, for George imagine a Ryan Ross/Brendan Urie baby and for Brendan imagine Sebastian Stan if he was 24 and had the most amazing Benedict-y cheekbones, like a Seb/Alex Petyfer kind of situation])