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Sirena Moonstone
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Name: Sirena Moonstone
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Supernatural Creature: Mermaid
appearance
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Height/Weight: 5'2 / 120lbs [human h&w]
Body Type: Slim, athletic
Tattoos/Piercings: Ears pierced, and as a human, she has this tattoo

persona
Likes: swimming; running; laughing;
Dislikes: fish (eating); winter; people being sad
Personality:
Sirena, despite living the last three years of her life in captivity (although the government agents and scientists don't look at it that way), is a very friendly and outgoing person. Three years of being at the facility didn't take away the person she was before. She's only a mermaid when exposed to water, and her own biodome area had both land and water, though it was definitely smaller than the ocean. She yearned for freedom, but wanted to believe that day would come. She's optimistic and even tempered, commonly a peacekeeper between the other escapees. She is impulsive and impatient, though, with a control streak she inherited from her mother.

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Sirena wasn't born a mermaid. She spent the first ten years of her life as a normal girl. She and her parents, as she is an only child, lived on the coasts of
Florida. Sirena did alot of exploring, as both of her parents were very busy people. It was lonely, sometimes, not having any siblings so Sirena learned to make friends with the other kids around. None were as adventurous as her, so when she found a cave underwater or deserted part of the beach, she was usually alone. She'd become an excellent swimmer over the years, able to hold her breath for quite a while. When she found the special moon pool, she had no idea it was about to change her life. She turned into a mermaid for the first time that night, and managed to keep the secret for a few years before she made a mistake and was seen. At 15 years old, her parents found out and, naturally, flipped. Thinking something was wrong with their daughter, they made a few calls and next thing she knew, she was being carted off to a secret facility run by the government. She spent the next 3 years locked up there, until the escape.
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age: not really sure, somewhere in her early twenties
gender: cis-female
sexuality: heterosexual
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her voice can kill but sounds like an angel
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eye color: a piercing sea green/blue
hair color: soft brown
height: 5'7"
weight: 118 lbs
tattoos/piercings: earlobes, a tattoo of a wave on her right ankle, a tattoo of a tiny music note on her left wrist
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likes: sandy beaches, bad boys, riding the waves,
dislikes: litter (especially in the ocean, save the turtles), the rain, plastic straws
personality: charismatic, caring, loyal, flirtatious, manipulative, stubborn
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bio- rlly rough and its hella late and I'm rushing to get it done ahh sry i'll fix it soon: being the daughter of one of the most powerful, well known leader of the sirens, lyra was born incredibly gifted and powerful. when she was a baby, her mother vengefully sent her to live in malibu, hoping to use her daughter as a weapon to destroy humans. once high school came around, lyra discovered her gift, and there were many reports of boys in her town going missing. she didn't understand her powers, but she was loved having the control over men.

that was until she finally met her real mother who explained everything to her. she was ecstatic at first to be accepted into the community of sirens, but she soon realizes the life wasn't for her. she felt out of place around the bloodthirsty sirens and couldn't drive herself to kill more innocent men. as an ultimatum, they sent her to get intel from the mermaids and kill one of them. she ended up loving the mermaid life. she was at a crossroads. she could not betray either clan, so she turned herself into the government agency.
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uxie, back at it again with another messy cs code
(why do u only do cs codes)
i can't really say i tried something that new this time but i've been slowly figuring it out. this one only took me like, what, 5 hours? haha. ): the layout and general aesthetic (is there even one) is credited to my good friend /u/roommate. her ideas r fresh and great and good for me bc im uncreative af
ive been harassing her 2 give me layout ideas as of late bc she's p new to coding while i am (???) not. so it's fun.

she's getting p good at it actually monkaS

anyways, as always, this code is free to use as long as you keep this cool little thing here. notice i always do this 4 the ones i spend way too much time on lol. it might be a bit laggy when ur editing it bc there's so much text oops. have fun with it, try not to edit too much it might break? i hope not. i've been trying to get mine to break less • ͜ > •
for the background i lit just googled vaporwave background LOL
palette used (w/ a few edits from me ofc)
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enjoy!

disclaimer: this code isn't mobile friendly nor tablet-friendly (bIG SAD) bc the dimensions are way too big!! the stuff itself might not fuck up, but a lot of things'll be cut off, so it's recommended it only be viewed on pc. then again, you couldn't see this part if you were on mobile or tablet, i'm p sure ?

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Casper 'Nyx' Nyquist



about


Name:
Casper Nyquist

Age:
20

Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Pansexual

Creature:
Werelynx

Faceclaim:
CyKeem White

appearances


Casper is small, lean, and obviously malnourished. That doesn't stop him from being and thieving rugrat he grew up as though. His small size allows him to be very quick and agile. His darker skin and black, dreadlocked hair are complimented by equally dark eyes, giving him an air of mystery. He stands at about 5'6'' and he doesn't actually know how much he weighs. He's got many tattoos, the most noticable being the cross on his chest. He wears very old, ratty street style clothing and a dark mask that covers up over his nose. Well... at least he did he got captured. The most odd thing about Casper-- He's missing a hand. His right hand to be exact.

As a lynx, Casper seems to be on the larger side height size, but is still obviously very skinny. That doesn't mean he doesn't have muscle as a lynx. He's got beautiful gray fur and a mischievous twinkle to his eyes. His lynx form, despite missing it's front right paw, gets around fairly well. He kind of walks with a bit of a hop, but has gotten used to the new dynamic of walking and running at least. Whatever he could do while in capitivity.

persona


Likes:
freedom, strong winds, snow, climbing trees, drugs, parkour

Dislikes:
scientists, doctors, being treated as helpless, his kin, hunters

+Strong-willed
+Street Smart
+Agile
-Loner
-Druggie
-Blunt

biography


Casper Nyquist, AKA Nyx, was born a pure blooded Werelynx. He never knew his father, but was raised by his mother for the first five years of his life along with two siblings, until in true lynx fashion his mother left the trio to fend for themselves. Yeah, their mother wasn't good at 'being a human' but at least she stuck around long enoguh to make sure they could walk and talk. Casper stuck with his siblings for awhile, obviously as they had to somehow stay alive on the streets, until both his siblings managed to work their ways into the government foster care systems for humans. They were 12 at the time. He, on the other hand, didn't want to live in the human confined style of life. He wanted the freedom of roaming the mountains himself. So, after his siblings left him, he lived as a lynx for a good 18 years.

Never the greatest hunter, Casper struggled to survive at times and lived off whatever he could scrounge up. Yes, even if that meant human food from dumpsters. Gross, but it kept him alive. He got into a few territorial fights with other lynx on the mountain he called home, but was otherwise peaceful and lived a happy life. He gave no cares for the fact that he was part human. The only time he shifted was when it was absolutely necessary to go into the human civilization, or if he encountered another type of werebeast.

Whenever he did go into the human world, he made a point to make a name for himself. 'Nyx' was the persona he created to hide who he truly was. He wore masks and only ever stuck to the shadows. Most of his dealings were underground, digging up dirt on people or supernaturals in the area when he needed a bit of money to make it through a harder winter food wise or something. He also dealt in a bit of drug trafficking, because it was a way to kill the pain and numb out his feelings for a while. He did not live a good life, but he made it work until he screwed up.

The day he was captured he was having a bit of a task trying to hunt, and stumbled into an are he knew was populated by hunters. His starved brain at the time didn't stop to think as he tracked his prey into the area.

One step. Two steps. Three Steps. SNAP!

One of the hunters had set out traps to capture game. Casper walked right onto one and it snapped shut around his front right paw, immediately snapping through his bone with the impact and tearing through the muscle around his paw. The bleeding was immense and it was absolutely horrid. The werelynx did not contain his yowls of pain. It was only lucky the hunter had actually been checking his traps not too far down the line, and came back to check the trap. As the hunter was arriving, he was met with the sight of a lynx morphing into a shivering, bleeding, malnourished human. Immediately the hunter called the authorities, and Casper was taken into government custody.

The governemnt facility he was sent to immediately went to work to rescue their specimen from almost certain death from blood loss. They discorvered that there was no way to save Casper's hand, at least not in tact. So they made the decision to amputate his right hand. Ever since he's been in the facility, he's been on close medical watch and a topic of very close documentation on how supernaturals handle injury like that, until recently.

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Darya Lachlan



about


Name:
Darya Lachlan

Age:
Looks 22-25ish

Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Creature:
Selkie

Faceclaim:
Amelia Zadro

appearances


In her human form, Darya is quite the adorable little gal. She's got a petite build, small but fast at 5'4'' and 110 lbs. Her long, auburnish brown hair can usually be seen tied up in a loose ponytail and her sea blue eyes stand vibrantly against her complexion. Though she grew up in the water, protected by her big brother and other kin, she seems to be more accustomed to using her bipedal legs then most Selkie would be. She's always loved the feeling of running and jumping, free to do whatever. Though it's not like she can't do that as a seal, theres a fondness she has for humans ways. She loves to wear light and airy clothing, nothing restrictive or too tight.

Within her seal skin, Darya is quite small, and looks almost like a baby seal at times. She's not, obviously, a baby seal but she is still is very little for an adult seal. Especially compared to her large brother. She's quick, very quick, but more than a little clumsy with her swimming. It's not surprising to see her swim straight into something because she doesn't watch where she's going. Her seal skin is smooth and shiny, with no scars or blemishes to note. She's slightly speckled in coloring, setting her apart from some of the others in her herd.

persona


Likes:
dancing, swimming, summertime breeze, her kin, dresses, sparkles

Dislikes:
small spaces, being indoors, needles, dark humour, thunder

Darya is like an innocent child in an adults body. She's very much an adventurer, which has gotten her into trouble before for wandering off without her herd. Her fascination with humans is what lead to disaster, in a simplified sense. She loves making friends and discorving new things in every way. She's definitely loyal to her herd, especially her big brother. She's not strong, but she will always fight to protect her brother over everything. Being on land has always been something she's loved, though the sea will always be her home. She loves the feeling of running and jumping, the way it feels to fly through the air and spin in the breeze.

Darya is quite gullible and easy to trick into believing something is okay when it's not. She's very innocent, or she was, so the darker parts of the world scare her. She's easily terrified and hates being locked way without freedom to move. A bit of a klutz, she's not really the best choice for any sort of sneaking around or undercover work. Its a miracle she can do anything without accidentally messing it up twice first.

biography


Darya was born in the seas of Shetland and is the younger of two children in her family. Her older brother, Ronan, grew up to be the herd's main protector while Darya stuck to being her very aloof self. As a pup, they enjoyed playing together with their kin and challenging each other to races to see who could get closest to the shores where the humans were playing. The yound selkie had a fascination with humans from the first time she saw them. Though she had all the freedom in the world in the water, she wanted to be up there. On the land. It got her in trouble more than a few times with her brother, but never dampened her adventurous spirit. This fascination lead to Darya eventually keeping secrets from her very protective big brother. Secrets that she had no idea would come to bite her in the back one day.

Her ability to be both a seal and a human brought much joy to her the first time she discovered it under the watchful eye of her kin. This brought her closer to the humans than ever before and she began sneaking off to play with the human children when they were on land. She never ventured far from the herd and Ronan's house, but she loved playing with the humans. They taught her all sorts of fun little games, like 'ring around the rosie' or 'marco polo', but the most fun she had with them was when she snuck into one of their beach dance parties when she looked to be about 18 in human form.

It was at that dance party when everything to come later was set in motion. She met a young lad there who absolutely fascinated her. His name was Bruce. Yes, Bruce. That name should have been clue enough, but of course it wasn't for Darya. She kept going back to see her 'human friend' as she termed it for the next year or so. It didn't even occur to her to be cautious, despite her brothers contant warnings. There was a day when Bruce invited her to go bowling with him an a few friends. Darya had never heard of this 'Bowling' before, and so she accepted.

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ronan lachlan



about


Name:
Ronan Lachlan

Age:
Appears in his late twenties

Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Romantic

Creature:
Selkie

Faceclaim:
Ben Dahlhaus

appearances


In human form, with light brown-blonde, wavy hair and blue-green eyes, Ronan is incredibly handsome to those who look upon him. Alluring and attractive, his beauty captivates both male and females. He is considered a gentle giant, standing at six foot and two inches. Although at times he may walk with a limp since he isn't used to being bipedal, Ronan tends to have good posture nonetheless. Muscular with an athletic build, Ronan takes his time in his strides, getting to one place to another. He never rushes, taking in the scenery and cool breeze. As someone who loves feeling the air brush through his hair, Ronan loves running and could be seen on the beach often, getting a good work out in his legs and arms. He tends to stay close to the sea, hiding his skin whenever he comes on land.

As a seal, Ronan is considered massive, bigger than the rest of his kin weighing over a few pounds more than an average male seal. Regardless, the sea is home and where he's at his best. A quick swimmer and fast reflexes, Ronan can go to and fro one area of the ocean to the next as quick as possible, especially when it comes to leading his herd or escaping from predators. His seal skin is lustrous and shines often underneath the moonlight, reflecting in the waters. Although unnoticeable to the human eye from afar, Ronan has a few scars under his belly from fighting off predators and other creatures who try to attack his kin, herding them to safety.

persona


Likes:
swimming, the sea, water, night skies, moon and stars, nature, his kin, running, reading

Dislikes:
sirens, attackers | predators against his kin, scientist, experiments, ill-manners, laziness


First and foremost, Ronan is an advocate at heart, always putting others first before himself. Rarely is Ronan seen not wanting to help others, especially those closest to him. Hard-working and rarely slacking, Ronan will make sure his herd is well-fed and safe from any danger. At the same time, he is cautious and alert since he isn't one to take action without a strategic plan, thinking three steps ahead. Although, at times, it is hard to understand what he is thinking, Ronan will make hard decisions even if it causes others to think less of him - going against their wishes. In the end, his first priority is his herd rather than strangers. For the sake of his herd and the future of those he cares about, Ronan isn't beneath doing what he must to get there: the end justifies the means. However, he won't stoop low to manipulate someone or do something dishonest such as "beating a horse while it's down". Ronan isn't sneaky nor is he sly, he is too honest for his own good.

Diplomatic and a gentlemen, Ronan is willing to compromise with others as long as they honor their side of the bargain. He believes respect is earned rather than freely given. Composed and independent, Ronan doesn't like relying on others nor showing weakness. He believes he has a duty and an image to maintain. If a leader is weak then what will happen to the people? Although Ronan may seem goal-oriented, ambitious even, Ronan first and foremost is loyal, protective, and is family-oriented. He treasures every single moment at sea and on land. Ronan never misses the opportunity to take in a new experience and never rushes. His time is always well-plotted and he does his best to keep busy, always doing something. He is responsible as he is charming. Polite with his words and always showing a good demeanor, Ronan rarely expresses his anger unless well-provoked and that would be the moment when the tides will reverse and a tsunami occurs.

Nevertheless, when he doesn't seem like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders and he's able to breathe, Ronan tends to laugh loudly and smile brightly, playing in the water and the sand with those he cares about. He enjoys being in the company of others and rarely does he hate being alone or sitting in silence. Ronan is affectionate and affable towards those he cares about, preferring to live in solidarity with others than have any aggression or hatred to another species. Ronan wants to avoid any chaos or war as much as possible, hating to kill and dislike losing lives. Rather than thinking negatively and the injustice in the world, Ronan would rather forgive although he would never forget. Although he may be guarded, cautious at times to those who have lost and betrayed his trust, Ronan will give second chances as long as he sees results and improvement of the other person's character and sees genuine sincerity.

biography


Born in the seas of Shetland, Ronan and his kin have lived there for generations prior and continued to stay until a human's betrayal.

As the eldest child of the oldest family of selkies, Ronan was born a natural leader, living amongst his kin as a protector and provider. Although royal families and such titles don't exist in a selkie herd, if there was one, Ronan and his family would have been considered as such formalities. He hunted, travelled, and continuously strived for his herd, becoming someone responsible and someone to look up to. The female selkies of his herd relied on him to provide safe passage from one sea to the next, especially when it came to their young pups. Although some would stumble upon land, wanting to find love with humans, Ronan couldn't stop them - knowing the yearning himself: love. The heart was an emotional baggage.

Regardless, Ronan would only come upon land when it was necessary, being careful to hide his selkie skin. He has a small stable home near the waters away from civilization and prying eyes. It was a safe-haven if any of his kin ever needed a place to stay in the human world if they choose to leave the waters. On land, Ronan and his kin would use the faux surname: "Lachlan" which translates to "of the sea". Although Ronan made sure to understand the human world, he never got close enough to a specific human to stay in contact with them, but he was polite and amicable enough in the small town.

As a sea pup, Ronan loved playing with his little sister and many of their kins, challenging each other to races, and seeing who could get closest to the shores where the humans were playing. Humans were always something of a peculiar race to Ronan - odd and weird looking with their legs and flimsy arms. They looked vulnerable, to say the least, so he vowed to stay "in shape" as they called it. Nevertheless, Ronan's parents and grandparents told tales and sang songs of sailors and humans who wanted to capture creatures such as themselves, locking them away in captivity to research upon. It was told to perhaps scare the young pups to never go ashore, despite the calling of the land. The yearning never faded: both the call of the sea and of the land. Although Ronan could feel the tears of women wanting to call upon selkies through their cries, Ronan resisted the call, sometimes even blocking his own kin from answering them. It was controlling, but Ronan never trusted humans enough to allow his own kins to get close to him, at least, if he could help it.

Regardless if his kin became angry with him or not, Ronan hated the thought of any of his kins being subjugated to such monstrosity. So, he never veered too close to where humans could see him and cautioned his kin to never go farther away from home than necessary. His safe-haven on land was part of his protection to his kin, in hopes that they come back home, where they belong.

He lost his own grandparents, parents, friends, and other kin to natural causes such as old age, "accidental" slaying of his kin by humans, but most of all, even in the waters there were enemies. The sirens were not creatures to mess with and Ronan have heard of their own manipulative and horror-filled ways. Ronan was always alert, guarded against other predators, making sure no would would fall to their demise under his watchful gaze. But, no matter how careful he was in making sure he knew where his herd is, keeping careful tracking and location, what he didn't expect was that his own blood, his little, baby sister would fall into a human's trap.

His baby sister Darya was always filled with wonder and had such an adventurous spirit. He could feel how amicable and trusting the young selkie was. Ronan was more protective of her and watchful of her the most, making sure she never came in harm's way. He knew she kept secrets from him, especially about this human "friend" she came in contact with. He never trusted that human and he was right to have been. One day, on an outing, a trap was in motion and before Ronan could grab his sister and make a run back to sea. It was too late. Their seal skin were stolen from them and soon they were shipped off to a government facility, trapped. But, before they could be muffled and silenced, Ronan let out one, loud wail, warning his kin to never come to shore, not until he and Darya returned.

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A gentle shape-shifter, selkies shed their skin when they come upon land. However, if a selkie's skin is stolen from them without permission, the person who has their skin "owns" them. Sometimes, selkie woman are trapped into marriage due to having their skin taken from them. Although, at times, some may find live, some children may find their mother or father's seal skin without knowing and in turn, the selkie will not be able to resist the calling of the sea. The children will lose their parents not knowing the consequence. When the selkie returns to sea, at times, the selkie can not return back to his former human life on land. Once a Selkie finds its skin again, neither chains of steel nor chains of love can keep them from the sea.

When angered, Ronan can make ripples and harsh waves in the water, almost causing a tsunami [ it hasn't happened yet]. At the same time, Ronan is capable of sending warning calls to his kin through a loud, echoed "wail" similar to when a dog "barks" or "howls" to their pack.

Ronan is a scholarly fellow, one to read books and read histories about the human world - being quite knowledgeable of the changing time periods and culture.
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about


Name:
Kane

Age:
Appears in his mid-twenties

Gender:
Males
Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Species:
Dragon

Faceclaim:
Sen Mitsuji

appearances


As a hafu [ half-Japanese and half-foreign descent ], Kane's features are noticeably different compared to those of his clan, especially, in dragon form.

As a human, Kane strikingly resembles his mother with warm, dark brown eyes and black hair. Kane stands at five feet and ten inches with long legs and an athletic build. He has great upper body strength and is capable of carrying items up and down the mountain-side due to his childhood training at Buddhist temples. Although lazier now, Kane still takes time to keep his fitness and training whenever he feels his energy lacking in strength. Nevertheless, although his pale skin may seem smooth and cool to touch, Kane rarely lets anyone touch him, preferring his space - or perhaps from the lack of affections he had as a child. His back is filled with scars and it isn't uncommon if Kane is seen with a bruise on his cheeks - whether its from defending himself or picking a fight. He has a cheeky smile or cocky smirk and tends to have an air of superiority that surrounds him, his gaze never lowering.

However, as a dragon, Kane is. . . unique, different than those of his clan. He doesn't consider himself "majestic", "benevolent", or even "just", just "ugly" and "odd" - never belonging anywhere. Eastern dragons, especially "Ryus": Japanese Dragons are usually seen with serpent bodies with legs that have claws and three toes. They do not have wings. But, in Kane's case, despite having the genes of an Eastern Dragon from his mother, his father's genes outweighed more as he took the mirror image of his father's form: a Western Dragon appearance with red scales and a golden underbelly. As the only dragon with wings and a full-body in Japan, Kane is considered a "freak" despite his heritage.

Kane is still perceived as a "young" dragon despite being alive for many, long years. He is massive in comparison to his Eastern kins, but is small compared to is Western kins with still room to grow.

persona


Likes:
shiny objects especially gold and jewelry, napping, being right, flying, freedom, games, debates, food, the sky and clouds, birds and trees, sparring, adventures, the outdoor, smoking

Dislikes:
little know-it-alls, boredom, loud noises especially when he's napping, being disturbed, people touching his things, thieves [ although he is one himself ], enclosed spaces, needles, authorities


Sharing is not caring. What's his is his and anyone who takes his objects will, in turn, suffer from his wrath. Materialistic, Kane doesn't know the first meaning of sharing, not allowing anyone to touch what belongs to him and him alone. He can not emphasize that enough. Kane doesn't believe in second chances, there's only a first and last time before he regards you as friend or foe. It's not easy changing a stubborn mind, much less someone who is selfish and would only participate in something for his own gain. From the end of time, Kane has learned to rely on himself and no one else. He isn't a loner, but rather prefers to do what he wants no matter the consequences. Kane believes people come and go like the wind, but objects are forever. He may seem lonely and someone filled with greed, but that's all he's ever known. No matter how much "good" he has done in the past, the outcome of negativity always outweighs it. The glass is half empty.

Nevertheless, Kane prefers sleeping, rarely does he not take a nap - he especially likes laying on a pile of gold [ being a hoarder ]. Lazy and irresponsible, Kane does things half-heartedly, especially when things don't work for him in the long run. He isn't beneath escaping for the sake of himself and leaving others behind: a foolish dragon, but a truthful one. Kane may come off as, for the lack of better words, a dick for his bluntness, but Kane was never known to sugarcoat things. Half-truths and half-lies are games he hates playing, preferring straightforwardness. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't like playing games and challenging others - picking fights left and right with his words.

Aggression and possessiveness is second nature to him. His words may contain sarcasm and reckless behavior, but, he never speaks unless there is some wisdom laced in his breath. Although his devil may care attitude may turn most folks off from him, reeling in his anger and holding back his tongue was something he always had trouble with, but nonetheless, helps protect him in the long run. Kane is neither cruel nor is he kind, but is rather indifferent, aloof to the needs of others. He never wears his heart on his sleeves and rarely does he ever show his real emotions, guarding himself from those who wish to come close to him. Irritable when cornered and uncomfortable when touched, Kane looks upon human from afar, sometime with envy, sometimes with hatred.

Regardless, Kane can be protective of what is his - no matter how little or small. If one has gained a dragon's help be it through a deal, loyalty, or even . . . trust, one has gained an ally or friend for life that will go through the pits of hell and fire for you. Selective with where he puts his faith and energy, Kane is clever as he is sneaky, having a bit of cunningness to him. He likes to tease, riling and ruffling up feathers of other supernatural creatures, enjoying the adrenaline rush it gives him. Although a bit of a flirt, his words rarely hold any genuine feelings unless stated.

Although he isn't scholarly, one to use his brawns than brain, Kane picks up things easily, especially when he observes someone long enough that it'll catch his attention. He is quick-witted but jealousy does course through this dragon's vein as a tantrum can be displayed and sometimes even showing outward dislike and contempt will be shown - a childish behavior.

biography


Fire and water, two elements that balance one another yet in the wrong hands, can never mix well together. Regardless, two worlds collided and in return, a staple or rather supposed balance was resulted. A Western Dragon forcibly mating an Eastern Dragon: aggression and gentleness fated to intertwine together. A child was conceived.

Born between two differing dragons, to protect her son, Umiko narrowly escaped Ignatius from taking Kane [ Umiko named him Kaito at the time ] away from her. Ignatius wanted nothing more than to bring destruction upon humanity and with his son and his mated wife: a water dragon, they could have ruled the "world" - taking apart the different cultures. But, Umiko denied such wants and ideals.

Rushing back towards her clan, Umiko made sure to cover her tracks in the clouds, refusing to give up her son. In the end, Umiko found her way back to her people, finding solace and a safe-heaven in a temple among her kin. From a young age, Kane was taught to always obey his elders, study, listen to the monks, do his chores, and try to get along with the other dragon-kins. At first, he was treated kindly and like a brethren among the clan. He was like just any other dragonkin, that is, until the day he turned.

Monstrous was his form and un-benevelont he looked, horror-strick and shock filled the hallways of the temple. Kane looked nothing like an Eastern dragon. Instead, an aura filled with strength and malice could be felt when Kane appeared nothing like them. His brethren found a sense of belonging with each other, but to him, he was nothing more than an outsider. Kane was confused and alone knowing that many feared him and did not want to anger him - hearing rumors about the Western dragons. Many, especially the elders, tried to reason with the others that it must have been a sign that change is going to happen. A treaty and peace among the different dragons. However, the more hushed whispers continued surrounding Kane, the more cautious and irritable he grew.

Despite being the offspring of differing dragons, his father's gene took precedence and overrided his mother's DNA: not mixing the two together. Nevertheless, the years, he tried his best to accomplish what he must, but as time passed and the older he got, the more the judgmental stares and ignorance of his clan started to cause him to become bitter. The bullying, the pointed-figures, the fake-ness in front of the teachers than behind-the-scene, and the closed-offness of his clan only made Kane grow hatred for the eastern dragons, hating his "half". Instead of worrying about others, Kane went ahead and did his own thing - disregarding others even if others attempted to talk to him, he ignored them. It was their lost and their fault. Forgiveness wasn't in his making.

Once he was ready, Kane packed up his belongings and left the temple, wanting to find a place for himself. Although his mother refused to let him go, wanting him to take her place when the time comes, Kane rejected the proposition - even when it caused him to be locked in a room or confined to one place. Regardless, Kane broke out and escaped, vowing to look for others like him and headed out of the country. Although he's heard tales of his father and many other Western dragons, he didn't know where to begin searching for answers. It was only by fate - be it wrong place and wrong time or right place right time, Kane encountered another supernatural creature: a Lamia.

At the time, Kane couldn't fight off the other creature on his own, nearly losing his life against them, but he was saved by none other than a group of dragons who hunted Lamias. The first one Kane faced was defected, harmful - a fallen one that was most dangerous of all. Nevertheless, he was taken in by the dragons, teaching him of the history of the feud between the Western Dragons and Lamias. It came as a surprise to him to hear about other creatures. He hunted, sparred, and learned their ways for a time being, growing stronger and more powerful by the day.

He finally felt free to be himself, believing he found himself. However, with one foolish mistake and accident later caused by not him but another dragonkin, a village was burned to the ground, lives were lost, and the dragons were nearly exposed to the human world. Poachers, believers, and hunters were on the horizon, ready to kill or even capture him and the rest of his dragonkin. It was in those moments Kane felt true horror and pain of losing as he fled for his own life while not knowing if the others had a chance to escape. There were many close calls with arrows being shot at him, nets being thrown, and most of all traps but he escaped. To lessen the pain, Kane turned to disregarding his emotions and doing things for himself. He took what he wanted and did what he wanted.

Many blamed Kane for the lost of lives, rumors spreading through the skies. He took the blame for another who was too cowardly to step up to make things right. He recoiled and turned to himself once more. Kane found an abandoned castle and found himself staying there for a long while, stealing jewelry, gold, other treasures as he can find during his outings and hoarded everything into his collection. The objects provided a better company than others knowing they'd never judge, betray, or harm him.

It wasn't until an all-too familiar silhouette appeared below his throne of gold. An eastern dragon from his temple. He had longed forgotten about them until one decided to show his face to him. It had been many, arduous long years. Kane was surprised to see them but rarely showed it. Regardless, he was given a letter from his dying mother to return home. Her last wish was to see him before she passed in hopes that he could take over her place. For a few days, Kane brewed inside his castle, not sure what to do. He didn't know whether it was a trick or real, but he had to see it for himself. It was, after all, about his mother.

When Kane finally arrived at the temple, things were not as it seemed. The buildings were destroyed, fire ravishing the lands in the mountains, and worst of all, he could smell ashes and blood on the ground of his childhood home. Angered, confused, and distraught, Kane searched for answers only to be lured by the sound of music, finding himself trapped and caught in a cage pulled by none other than hunters. The black market wanted dragon's blood and Kane could only assume a deal was spun.

miscellaneous


A dragon's blood is thought to have special properties, especially when it came to granting "power" of prophecy. Nevertheless, if a knife were to be drenched with a dragon's blood and one were to accidentally cut someone with the knife - no matter how big or small, it was said that the wound could never heal.

Although in most folklore, Eastern dragons are seen as dragons who could change in shape and sizes, sometimes turning into humans, in Kane's case, despite having features and genes of a Western dragon, he has the ability to become human and change his dragon size from big to small depending on his physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional energy and strength. Nevertheless, Kane is a fire-breathing dragon, born from both fire dragons.

Kane is versed in hand-to-hand combat also taking upon martial arts. He hates guns and other modern weapons.
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Name
Mahin Roshni

Age
24

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Pansexual

Type of Creature
Lamia

Face Claim
Rania Benchegra

Eye Color
Brown

Hair Color
Dark Brown

Height
5'2

Weight
107 lbs

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
N/A

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Likes
Warm Beaches, Heat, Sunshine, Animals, especially Reptiles, Children,
Sleeping, Feeding, Lazy Days, Reading, Movies, Dancing, Spectacles

Dislikes
Fall, Feeding, The Serpent, Other Monsters, Physical Exertion,
'Nice' People, Birds, Cold, Rain, Being Tricked/Decieved

Theme Song
X X X X

Extra
The Hunger
Lamia feed on the life force of sapient creatures and so they can feed on monsters but they prefer to feed on humans, it tends to be more nourishing. The younger the prey, the more energy they gain from it which is where the legends of Lamia feasting upon children were spawned from but it is a rare, or desperate, lamia that feast on children. Instead, they tend to target humans in the prime of their lives using sex or fear to heighten their emotions and make them more 'alive' while they feed. Because of this, Lamia are often confused with Succubus or Vampires... however a Lamia is different. A Lamia will not perish if they do not feed, but nor can they ever be satisfied. Regardless of how much life force a Lamia takes in, they will never be full. They could drain the world of life and still they hunger would gnaw away at their minds, all they can do is feed it bits and pieces and cling onto their sanity and hang on because in every Lamia lies a beast, the Serpent. It is from this Serpent that tales such as Jormungandr appeared in mythology, a serpent so large and ferocious that it has its own tail in its mouth, an eternal beast that only feeds. If a Lamia does not feed regularly, they will start to turn into the serpent, a transformation that cannot be reversed. Their features will become more and more snake like, eventually their legs will be replaced with that of a snake, when this transition starts, they will go into a feeding frenzy using their near fangs to rip and tear into the flesh of prey rather then absorb their life force as the power of blood is so much stronger and much sweeter. Sooner, or later, they will become a great serpent that seeks only to devour everything it finds. When this happens, all the Lamia was is gone, they are no more, the only thing within the mind of the beast is a primal hunger, it cannot be reasoned with, it cannot be intimidated...In ages past, when one such beast arose, heroes, or more often parties of monsters, would gather to slay it.. This has caused Lamia to have a certain reputation among monster kind, outcast to even them, for every Lamia is a ticking time bomb waiting to go off and the fact they can, and do, feed off other monsters does not endear them but, perhaps thankfully, the Lamia are a near extinct species.

Personality
Eloquent || Attractive || Manipulative || Distant || Proud || Compassionate

Mahin has a natural air sophistication and refinement as if she is some ancient noble from a dynasty long forgotten. She walks with her back straight with poise and moves with fluid grace, a dancer's grace. She keeps a calm, almost taunting, demeanor and rarely, if ever, loses her temper, at least, loses it in a way anyone would be able to notice. Calm and sophisticated, show them what they want to see but can never own, as her mother used to tell her as a child. It is part of being a hunter, to be attractive to lure in the prey willingly. That eloquent nature feeds right into her natural attractive personality. Mahin knows how to attract someone, be it man or woman, to be exotic and alluring, cold and distant but with just enough warmth to prompt them to want more, to see what lies beneath the exterior. At this point in her life, it is not something she has to do intentionally, or is even aware she does sometimes, it is just how she is now. It is as natural as breathing and has gotten her into distasteful situations in the past, but it is who she is. Manipulative is a very apt word for Mahin. Her entire life has been lies and deception, to hide who, and what, she is. To hide what she needs to survive. To use people and then remove them when she no longer needs them. Its survival, there is nothing personal to it... usually. As a Lamia, it is often hard to see people as people and not just food. As not just a means of survival. She will often try and manipulate people, play with their emotions and values for no other reason then she can. If its there, she does it. A reflex and habit forged from a lifetime of use. Often, she doesn't even realize she is doing it until she has done it. But she'd never apologize because Mahin is distant. She may seem close, even friendly, at times. Warm and inviting with a gentle smile and some eloquent phrase, but that is always far from the truth. There is layers of walls between herself and everyone her... there has to be. People are food, she cannot afford to get close to them, to let that bleed over. For survivals sake, if nothing else, but also for their survival. The closer she gets, the stronger the urge to feed from them will grow as she becomes attached and it can be maddening. Eventually, something has to give, either her willpower falters and she feeds and doesn't stop, or she pushes them away, after all, alive and far away is always preferable to dead and close.

Even if she wanted someone close, Mahin would never allow it. She is too proud. She doesn't show weakness or vulnerability if she can help it and, truly, suffering alone is preferable to the shame of letting people see how weak she can be. She is proud of what she can do and how independent she is, Mahin doesn't need anyone because the life of a Lamia is an almost entirely solitary one. This pride is not all bad, it gives her the inner strength to resist the Serpent, to hold onto her mind through sheer willpower and endure where other Lamia would succumb. She will die before she allows the serpent, or anyone, to fully control her outside of what little 'amounts' she allows people to believe they have. Yet, despite this pride and never showing it, Mahin has a compassionate heart. She adores animals and children and, if no one is watching, she will allow some of her walls to drop so she can enjoy the moment with creatures that won't try to manipulate her and she won't have to manipulate, that won't hurt her or run from her, that she can just be.. her with. This compassion is why Mahin struggles so badly with seeing people as food. It is an instinctual thing, to see them as food, yet a part of her, that humanity that clings to her heart, always whispers the truth.. How they are people. People with hopes, dreams, family, love and fears.. Just like her and what she is doing is wrong even as she has no choice in the matter. A maddening paradox.

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Bio
"What is it like, Doctor? Have you ever been thirsty? Really, really thirsty? Outside all day, your lips are chaffed, your throat parched and all you can think of is how wonderful it would be to take a long, cool drink. To throw yourself into a pool and just drown yourself in it all. Its like that every moment of every day. Oh, sure, you could take a drink, a sip here and there from willing, and unwilling, prey, but it changes nothing, you are always just as thirsty as before and its so maddening. Perhaps if you indulge, throw yourself into the pool and just drown yourself in it, maybe it'll stop... but it won't. You'll wake up covered in the blood of people you don't know as you hear the faint sound of a child crying in the nearby room. You'll go to check on them, and you'll taste it in the air. A taste so sweet it calls to your very soul. They're so brimming with life and energy, just a little sip, where before you had water now there is a glass of sweet tea just begging for a sip, you'll reach out to the glass of sweet tea but right before you touch it, you'll realize that the sweet tea is an eight year old girl clutching onto her doll that you almost grabbed with your hand covered in the blood of her parents, but even then, even as you look in her eyes, know what she is and what you were about to do, a part of you, that tiny little part of you that hisses in your ear will urge you to do it as, after all, you are the predator and they merely the prey... But you won't. Because deep down, you know it'll change nothing... But enough of that, tell me, Doctor, how are the kids?"

 
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Serge




about


Name:
Serge (Rhyner Wong)

Age:
Appears to be in late 20s, early 30s

Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Hetero

Creature:
Kitsune

Faceclaim:
Godfrey Gao

appearances


In human form, Serge is 6'0 and considered to be handsome and charming, having inherited his mother's beauty and sharp features. He has a rugged look enhanced by his slight stubble, strong jawline, deep hazel eyes and usually messy black hair. Serge has long limbs and a toned body, the result of training since young and the running, climbing and fights he often engages in. He has numerous scars across his body from experimentation and torture including a mark burned into his skin that he has since covered up with a tattoo and a scar across his right side from when he was gashed by a bayonet the first time he was captured. Serge can be found

In fox form, Serge looks like a regular fox and fairly adorable and harmless with his thick coat of fine orange fur and lovely face, the only give away to his true nature being the presence of his multiple tails. Though by no means a large fox, Serge has a fairly long body and long limbs that help him to move nimbly and quickly. He also possesses sharp claws that assist him in climbing trees and fighting off any attackers. His left ear was nicked from when he was attacked by a dog. Serge is capable of disguising the fact that he has multiple tails with an illusion though this takes energy and concentration that he may not have when weakened.

persona


Likes:
being alone, trees, freedom, open spaces, forests, music, holidays, winter, snow, tall buildings, fruits, sake, fights

Dislikes:
fairytales, naïve people, humans, idiots, dogs, hospitals, busy bodies, people messing with his stuff, being dragged into other people's troubles, cages, bugs, his tail being touched,


On first appearance, Serge is snarky, rude and always seems to be taking it easy. He mocks anyone he sees as naive, foolish or downright stupid, often laughing at their beliefs and voicing his opinion of what they said, even if he doesn't know them or wasn't part of the conversation. His manner of speech has gotten him into trouble many times before, riling people up and getting them heated while he always appears to be calm. Underneath that seemingly laid back, snarky personality with a slightly dark edge, Serge is a brooder with a truly bleak outlook of the world, seeing the worst in everything and seeming to care for nothing. Because of his past, he is extremely distrustful and coldhearted but there are moments when he softens and loses that edge. When people get into trouble, don't count on him to be willing to help out as he will often say they brought it upon themselves and that it is not his problem. Though he may seem like he has no redeeming qualities, Serge is not all bad. When push comes to shove, he has come to the aid of his fellow supernaturals though often late and after refusing to. He is well meaning in the way he behaves, wanting to warn others to be careful or at least, not so naïve. Unfortunately, his habit of chewing people out and making them feel like morons along with his choice of cruel words to impress upon them the importance of being wary make him come off as a callous and cold hearted jerk. Underneath the hardened shell and scars, Serge loves and cares a lot more than he shows. Years of captivity and being exposed to nothing but hatred have numbed some of his social skills and made him awkward in showing his concern for others and behaving like it. These rare moments of uncharacteristic kindness and warmth are often the only window into his past that he never talks about and the person he used to be as Serge is very secretive and private. Serge is very much consumed by revenge and though his usual snarky, laid back and sarcastic manner may make you think otherwise, do not let this deceive you about the underlying darkness deep within his heart. His inability to trust others contributes to his behaviour, serving as a defense mechanism and public declaration that sweet talk and nice words, behaviours that he sees as means of deceit, will not get you anywhere with him.

biography


Serge was born Rhyner Wong to Calvin Wong and Serena Song, two seemingly ordinary humans, madly in love and living in Britain. As a family of Asians living in Britain way back in the early 20th century they stood out and the attention they drew was enhanced by the fact that Calvin was a high ranking commanding officer in the army and Serena was a stunning beauty who drew the eyes of people wherever she went. Kept within the family, was a closely guarded secret that Serena was a kitsune and their son Rhyner, by extension, was also one.

Born after WW1, Rhyner grew up emulating his father whose footsteps he hoped to follow one day. The bright young boy's adorable and clumsy attempts to mimic his father and habit of wearing his military cap earned him the nickname 'Serge' (as young Rhyner would write it) from his parents. He had an idyllic and peaceful life despite being a minority owing to the status of and respect his parents had earned from their community. WW2 began when Rhyner was only 11 years old and sent his father out onto the frontlines of the war as a member of the army. For the first three years, Rhyner saw little of his father who always appeared tired and beaten on those few occasions and later nothing of him at all in the final three years of the war. He was 17 when they received word of his father's passing, shortly before the war ended, greeted by his father's malnourished and badly wounded body on the white hospital sheets. The young, idealistic teen's world crumbled even further when the secret of his nature and his mother's was uncovered by a dear comrade and friend of his father's. They were sold out by him to a secret government organisation and seeing the man who once treated him as a son look at like him like he was a monster and an abomination broke young Rhyner's heart even further. He managed to escape but his mother was killed in the ensuing struggle to flee. Alone, betrayed and wounded, Rhyner sought out the home of his girlfriend who tended to his wounds and comforted him as he cried himself to sleep. The respite he found with her was temporary and before he had time to recover from the blows he had been dealt, those seeking to capture him showed up at the house. Still sleeping and wounded, his girlfriend had been the one to open the door, greeted with guns and men decked in heavy duty gear demanding to know where Rhyner was. Rhyner awoke to the screams of his girlfriend who had lied to try and protect him, urging him to rush down despite his injuries to try and save her. Young, wounded and weak, he did not have the power to overwhelm them and was eventually captured, witnessing the soldiers shoot his girlfriend and her family to death before he lost consciousness.

Over the course of the next few decades, Rhyner was kept captive in a government facility where they transferred him to more secure areas and increased the security measures as he grew older and more powerful. Hardened and jaded by the cruelty he experienced and the experiments they subjected him to during their study of his abilities as a kitsune, Rhyner transformed into a different person, distrustful and cold. The emotional pain and agony that used to consume him early on in his captivity disappeared in the latter half, his once pleading eyes replaced by a cold, unnerving stare that unsettled the scientists.

Rhyner escaped the facility twice. The first time, it had been with the help of another older and stronger supernatural who broke him out of his holding cell. At the time still young, idealistic and hopeful, his heart went out to those who were still locked away that he had come to know briefly during his short stay of captivity and he resolved to try and save them as well despite the danger and the warnings of the other supernaturals he had escaped with. Rhyner snuck back into the facility with the help of a young scientist working there whom he trusted and had been recognised by on the streets. He managed to get some of them out of their holding cells but his attempt at playing hero went horribly wrong when the scientist turned on him they were ambushed by a group of soldiers that had been lying in wait. Rhyner's escape had been recent and as a young kitsune, his powers were still weak in addition to a body weak from experimentation. Many of the supernaturals he had broken out were similarly weakened from experimentation and struggled to fight back against their human opponents. The tide seemed to turn when the vampire who had first broken him out appeared with the others to rescue them but in the end nobody left the facility as they tested a new weapon that proved momentarily effective enough for the scientists and soldiers to deal a blow to the group and subdue them. The betrayal, guilt and responsibility he felt for his attempt going disastrously wrong and resulting in the deaths of some of the supernaturals destroyed Rhyner completely and a was a major factor that contributed to his transformation, extreme distrust and his desire not to get involved in other people's problems and for others not to get into his. Following the incident, Rhyner was detained in an isolated holding cell, being named as the ringleader and he was subjected to more intense experimentation and torture.

When Rhyner finally managed to escape decades after his second capture, he was far older and strong, destroying parts of the facility on his way out and taking revenge on those who had done him wrong, including the scientist who betrayed him and the man who had once been his godfather before selling him out. In need of a new identity to remain undercover and avoid being found, Rhyner renamed himself after the childhood nickname his parents had given him, Serge, one of the few connections he has left to the life he long lost.

miscellaneous


Serge hates hospitals with a passion because they remind him of the facility and doctors' failure to save his father's life.
Though often the agitator, he gets easily irked.
Serge is skilled at blending into the background and disappearing, skills he gained while hunting down those who made him suffer.
Serge doesn't know how to deal with kids, often avoiding them or becoming suspiciously quiet.
He hasn't laughed genuinely in a long time.
Serge likes to keep the type of supernatural he is a secret, even from other supernaturals.
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Arlo Madoc
"Mads"
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Age:
100 years old
Gender:
male
Sexuality:
heterosexual
Type of Creature:
Leprechaun
Face Claim:
unknown
Eye Color:
blue
Hair Color:
ginger
Height:
6 foot 2 (what? you think leprechauns are short?)
Weight:
170 lbs
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
A tattoo of a clover on his neck and pierced ears.
Personality:
Brash, deceitful, pick pocket-er (how else do you think he got all that gold?), insane, trickster, persuasive.
+ When he's around emotionally excessive (lust/greed/gluttony) people he tends to go mad. Often times in casinos it gives him a power rush and his powers are amplified due to all the fortunes being lost and won there.
+ Deals are like drugs for him along with betting and gambling.
+ He tends to drink to a little too heavily and it actually increases all the noise in his head.
+ He takes medication that the facility prescribed him which dulls his emotions
+ He's a reformed leprechaun. He went to Gamblers anonymous and is 10 years sober.
+ He tends to be very spiritual and talks about his thirst for knowledge (instead of his vice of gambling) and how he wants hugnin and mugnin (ravens of odin)
+ He adores odin (he believes in norse mythology) due to odin being the ultimate trickster.

Background:
Arlo Madoc (He goes by Madoc though) was born about 100 years ago. He always knew he was a little different. When he was in a good mood he saw some people tended to get lucky with certain things. They might get that promotion they really wanted. $20 bills would just appear in their pockets (and would disappear from him). When he was sad, the opposite would happen. Mirrors would shatter, there'd be an increased sighting of black cats (who would follow him) and often times people were extra clumsy and knocked salt shakers over.
It's weird how you can be a mythical creature and not realize it at first. He didn't really know how he came to be, he just wasn't there one minute and was there the next. Not only that those fairy tales of leprechauns did NOT say leprechauns could grow so tall.

He had began accepting who he was when he was 20. He was a pool shark, a gambler, and he could fashion weapons well. During that time in his life he got involved in lust and gluttony, and greed, but all the while the voices in his head got louder. Casinoes feared him, or they loved him - he was their god and he decided their fortune. One night though there was gambling, there were drugs and there was... well you know. And suddenly the voices started to scream. Blood curling screams. His head felt like it was splitting and Mads had no idea whether the noise was in his head or if he was the one screaming. And suddenly like that people in the casino started going mad. Some went instantly insane and shot themselves, others ran from their hallucinations and ate the carpets and floors. Still others carved up the victims and began to consume them. Madoc awoke 3 days later, with no recollection of what exactly had occurred, only chaos. He figured it was a one time thing. Trouble is, it kept happening and more often too. They don't speak of the madness that Leprechauns acquire. They speak of luck, trickery, and shoes. But never the madness.

He was offered a deal by an anonymous scientific agency. He could collect all their existing information on Leprechauns and get treatment for his madness but he had to help them with experiments. Thinking he would be a supervisor and eager to rid himself of the voices he agreed.
He didn't realize HE was the test subject and the product.
The knowledge the company had was very sparse and they subjected him to daily torture to get his skin to drop beads of platinum and to overwhelm him with stimulation since that was when his powers were the strongest. All the gold coins in the world couldn't take him away from the hell he had agreed to. Unlike gold platinum had a great variety of uses industrially, and the scientists questioned whether leprechauns could be a mine of sorts. (In real life all the platinum in the world could fit in one person's living room)

Powers/Effects
+ When under heavy physical, emotional or psychological pain his sweat turns in to small drops of platinum
+ He use illusions at will and manipulate what people perceive
+ He can cause intense madness in others when he's in charged emotionally (more like an emotional explosion)
+ He can disperse small pure gold coins

Likes:
+ Drinking heavily
+ Odin and the norse myths (makes him feel less alone being a creature of myth himself)
+ knowledge and books
+ Therapy

(secretly/vices)
+ thieves/deceit/trickery
+ Excessive emotions (be it himself (pleasure), or others (any) )
+ Food (He loves a good roast beef)
+ Deals, gambling, casinos, addicts, power

Dislikes:
+ pain
+ Myths that leprechauns are short
+ Outlander (the tv series)
+ people who are uptight
+ strict rules
+ People who kill for sport (or so he says)
+ rainbows. The colors make everything louder and not only that his resistance physically emotionally and mentally is far weaker. Also he can be coerced into making weapons at this time if someone finds his gold (which would be near him during that time) and hides it.





Extra:
+ As stated before although going to casinos, brothels etc feel good, it eventually leads him closer to going in blackouts.

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Elinore Westwood



about


Name:
Elinore Westwood

Age:
18

Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
heterosexual

Species:
Unicorn [ Shapeshifter ]

Faceclaim:
Ellie Thumann

appearances


Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Light Brown
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 119lbs
Tattoo/Piercings: N/A

persona


Likes:
photography, traveling, the rain, milkshakes, pastel colors, puppies

Dislikes:
Loud places, lies, thunderstorms, dust, clowns, scary movies

Virtues: Cheerful, protective, kind, loyal
Vices:Childish, clumsy, forgetful, naive

biography


Elinore can't quite remember her life before Danika Westwood when she took under her roof her and Lucas saving them from the dangers of the world so they could have a peaceful life and try to avoid the humans that were trying to hurt them.

Even if Lucas and Elinore weren't related by blood she saw him as her real brother even if they were completely different and even if their creatures were also completely different. She saw him and Danika as her family and one that she wanted to protect no matter what.

She thought everything was going to be flowers and everything was going to be okay but when Danika passed away, Elinore's life fell apart. Even if both stayed on the same town Lucas became more distant than he already was with Elinore and took this opportunity to leave her so they could go on their own ways.

Even with that Elinore still tries to be in touch with her brother even if he seems like he doesn't want to have a relationship with her. She always makes sure that her older brother is fine as well as her friends.

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Lucas Westwood



about


Name:
Lucas Westwood

Age:
25

Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Species:
Hellhound [Shapeshifter

Faceclaim:
Daniel Silva

appearances


Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Light Brown
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170lbs
Tattoo/Piercings: Tattoos on arms and chest

persona


Likes:
Cats | Tattoos | Playing the guitar | Running | Action movies | Traveling | Cars & Motorcycles

Dislikes:
Smoking | Indecisive people | Women crying | Romantic movies | Warm weather | Sweet food | Repeating himself


Virtues: Passionate | Loyal | Confident | Independent | Protective
Vices:Blunt | Impatient | Impulsive | Jealous | Domineering

biography


Lucas knew that his life before Danika Westwood was a pure hell but somehow he found a way to survive on his own, but when the old lady found him she annoy the young Lucas until her decided to live with her and another girl she adopted that eventually become his stepsister and they were complete opposites just like oil and water.
While Elinore wanted to be close to him, Lucas just wnated to be on his own but eventually grew up fond of the girl even if she annoy him most of the time but he wasn't meant to be a protector he knew he was better on his own and Elinore needed to realize that even if she thougth they were siblings for being adopted they were not family.
When Danika Westwood passes away he thought this was finally his time to be free but he wasn't expecting hima dn Elinore would be caught.

miscellaneous


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Aurora Thompson
Name: Aurora Thompson
Nickname: Rori (do not call her by her full name)
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Type of Creature: Werewolf
Face Claim: Phoebe Tonkin
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Benjamin Burke
Name: Benjamin Burke
Nickname: Ben, Benny
Age: unknown
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Type of Creature: Vampire
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"I may look innocent, but I can sure as hell turn your world upside down."


IMG_1164.JPGName: Alaya M. Sinclair
Age: looks 21 years old
Gender: Female
Sexuality: “I fall in love with the soul.”
Type of Creature: Hybrid, a crossbreed of Vampire and Lycan
Face Claim: Naressa Valdez

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5’5
Weight: 119 lb
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: The picture that is in the middle is her back tattoo

Likes:
"Let me see here, I love the outdoors, I tend to feel as though that is part of my lycan side that enjoys it more. Since the beast inside me loves to run wild, and also I feel at peace when I am surrounded by nature. I love to assemble and disassemble weapons, call me crazy but it is a skill I have picked up over the years. My father was a big warhead, and even though he didn't like me taking a liking in weapons, I just couldn't help it. Lastly, cooking and reading is something I enjoy, not together though."

Dislikes: "I hate being probed, handled wrongly, dishonest people and anything cold."

Theme Song:
Extra: N/A

Personality:
Alaya is what you call the iron women, after years of training herself to not give in to the torment of the facility. She has created a barrier for herself, keeping people out and her personal thoughts in. She is strong, confident in the way she thinks and looks, dauntless, and can be a little stubborn at times. Her demonic personality makes her a cold, tough, and merciful person who usually dwells on the lives of others but she changed her way and doesn't do the dwelling part at least. She is the bluntest person you'll meet that will say whatever comes to her mind if she needs to prove her point and thinks that she should put someone in their place. She doesn't tolerate rudeness and wouldn't do it to another person. Alaya has also built up a tolerance again people, so she has a calm and patient side to her. When she is in combat she turns into a killing machine and will not stop until she gets what she wants.

Bio:
Alaya was only six years old when she found out that her parents were not coming back for her. You see, her mother and father had left her with her grandmother, promising that they had some business to handle and that she would be safe with her grandmother. Alaya could tell they were lying to her, but she had hoped that they would come for her. Well, that didn't end up happening, she grew up with the pain of knowing that her parents did not care for her which makes her believe that they never came back for her. Nor did her grandmother ever wonder where they went, but Alaya could feel as though there was something that her grandmother was not telling her. Alaya at the age of eight years old began to fully develop into her true being, a hybrid. What she did not know is that her grandmother was also a werewolf, but what her grandmother could do a long time ago she could not at the age that she was at now. Alaya went through her first transformation at ten years old and it was the most painful experience that she had ever felt, all her senses were heightened and emotions had swarmed and clouded her better judgment. Alaya didn't listen to a single thing her grandmother was telling her about what to do during her first transformation, she went on a rampage and fed the monster inside her. That night she killed two hikers that were wandering through the woods, she still has the picture painted in her mind of that night. Alaya just stared at the pile of bones in front of her when she woke up naked in the woods.

Later that year Alaya still felt terrible about what she had done, she had never killed anyone before. Her grandmother said that it happens a lot with new people who transform, but Alaya knew that her grandmother was only trying to help calm her down because she knew what she was. A hybrid, a crossbreed between a vampire and a lycan. Alaya tried to not feed the monster inside of her, but later on, she grew up to learn how to control it and not let the emotions get to her. At the age of 16 years old, her life was about to change completely. Alaya was out hunting because that was something she allowed herself to do, but she didn't hunt humans, she considered herself on a human-free diet. Only hunting deers and other animals. But she was the most notorious hunter there was, being able to track anything that left a scent. She had been taken by surprise after she had finished her meal, by four men that were heavily suited and carried weapons, while a fifth man appeared and told her that she was to come with them, that they knew her parents, but Alaya didn't trust them and when she turned down their offer or more like command, they began to charge at her with their weapons.

In about a few seconds, Alaya had managed to kill off three of the men, leaving only one to wither in pain on the floor when she clawed him in the face. Alaya ran back to the house and the front door was already open, but when she got inside, she found her grandmother in a pool of her own blood. And before Alaya could even give out a cry, she was heavily sedated and taken away. Alaya was kept in a government facility for years, being a toy for the humans to poke and test and see whether she bled like them or what made her so different from them. Alaya had attempted to escaped millions of times, and every time she did she became closer and closer to freeing herself from the hell-hole. But this time it would be different, she was going to finally taste freedom.

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