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This is the Character sheet for the WIP RP 'Spirits Walk Among Us'.
The basics are here, you may be as detailed as you like and make it as fancy as you like;

The Character Sheet;

Name:
Age:
Species:
Sub-Species (If desired):
Abilities and Powers*:
Personality:
Brief Background (100% Optional)**:
Formed a pact?:
Additional Info (Likes, Dislikes etc.):

*If you are a Human, skip this step.
**If you wish to coordinate and background with the over arching story, ask me in DMs please.
 
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Inari NatsukiA little Kitsune who is very shy but cares alot.
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Her allegiance is currently neutral
Her Current Lifespan is 10,000 years (She loses at least 1,000 years every time she uses Healing Kiss)


  • Inari is just shy of 600 years old, which is about 19 in human years. She is a Kitsune with a large fluffy tail and pointed ears that she takes very good care of. For the most part she lived alone, mostly avoiding Humans not by choice but because she was extremely shy and nervous around them. Despite this, she loves most humans and finds them curious and intriguing.
 
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Name: Castro Smith
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(photo credit--cinnamonstre on tumblr)
Age: 19

Species: Human

Personality: Castro is smart, level headed guy but aggressive when angry, and can be a bit clumsy at times. He cares for his allies and comrades and often has mercy for enemies most of the time.

Brief Background: Castro was born during the First Great War, not really knowing his parents because the were killed by Spirits. At first, he thought spirits were horrible creatures for killing his parents but then, he met a spirit that took him in at age 7. The spirit taught him how to protect himself and to know how to find good companions. At 18 when he left the spirit's house to experience the real world, the spirit said,

"Know who to trust, Castro. Not all of us are bad. It just depends on our intentions. Don't die for the wrong people, live for the right ones."

After that, Castro had been very careful of who he trusted.

Castro taught himself how to build and craft weapons are armor in two months. Due to this, he made his orange armor, blade, and revolver. He plans to find the people who want to start another war and eliminate them.

Formed a pact?: No.

Likes:
-Blades
-Guns
-Building
-Sweets
-Fruits

Dislikes:
-People with evil intentions
-Vegetables
-Attention seeking people

Height: 5'10

Weight: 162 lbs.
 
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(Art does not belong to me nor does the design. Purely for face claim purposes.)
Name: Rajeel Reincrat
Age: 21
Species: Demon
Abilities and Powers: Rajeel can manipulate fire and electricity. One of his abilities is known as searing touch. His hands burn bright red and grow as hot as fire. They are able to melt through steel and many other metals. His eyes glow when using this ability. He also has an extreme tolerance to high temperatures, but also can't stand the cold.
Personality: Rajeel is a standard flashy rich boy. He doesn't have much concern for others. He's mean spirited and ambitious and will hurt others to get his way.
Brief Background: Rajeel grew up getting everything he wanted from his mother and father who are rich and influential spirits. He mostly takes after them in personality. They molded him into the perfect successor to their family legacy, one of bloodshed and cruelty. His family despises humans and so does he. The Reincrats became an influential voice in the fight to end humanity and have joined up with the opposing side. They are able to fund many endeavors due to their wealth and status.

However, the Reincrat household wasn't always the best to grow up in. He was constantly surrounded by arguments and fighting from his parents. His mother angry with his father for being unfaithful. Their marriage wasn't happy, but it would tarnish the family name to get divorced, so they stuck with each other. His mother was on and off with loving and hating him. Due to all this, he turned to alcohol to escape his problems in his teen years. However, that brought on a whole new problem. He couldn't get out of his now prevailing alcohol addiction.

When he was 18 and considered an adult, his father gave him control of a family run bar to keep him busy which just made the addictions worse. He had access to alcohol whenever he wanted it. Both of his parents didn't seem to notice or care about the problem. What was possibly worse, he had to frequently babysit is half-brother Castor which is good for no one.
Formed a pact?: Strong no
Likes:
Heat
Being in charge
Alcohol
Beating up humans
Clothing

Dislikes:
Humans
Cold
His Halfbreed little brother
Being told what to do
 
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(Once again, not mine. He also has two small horns growing out of his head. Pretty much like antlers and shares a tail similar to Rajeel's. Though his is cream and white.)
Name: Castor Reincrat
Age: 12
Species: Half demon half elf
Abilities and Powers: Castor is skilled in powers revolving around plants. He can make them grow faster and can create thorned vines when he's angry or in a fight. He gets the ability to make floating balls of light from his father's side of the family and will use that to grow his plants. He can also communicate with a raven pal and can see through its eyes for as long as he can hold his breath. Sort of like demon possession on a much smaller scale. As time goes on, he might be able to learn how to control other things.
Personality: Castor is a soft boy. He likes the simpler things in life. Nature, community. Calming stuff. He can't stomach fighting. He gets nervous at the drop of a hat and can't manage to stand up to his brother or other authority figures.
Brief Background: Castor is the illegitimate child of Josiah Reincrat, possibly one of the richest and most influential demons. His mother is an elf from a small village who worked for his father. He was never even supposed to be born, but his mother took him and ran. She loved and cared for him till the day he was taken away from her. He was taken to the Reincrat mansion by his father. The reason for his doing so his unknown, but Castor doesn't really think he loves him.

He feels incredibly homesick at the Reincrat estate. His father ignores him unless he feels it convenient to speak with the boy, his stepmother sends dirty looks his way and verbally abuses him, and his older brother will sometimes physically arm him. He wishes to go back to his mother but knows that's not possible. He lives part time at the Reincrat estate and part time at Rajeel's place. He hates both areas.

Castor knows partially about the affairs of the Reincrat family. He knows they oppose humans and wants to see them destroyed. He doesn't share that line of thinking. He personally thinks not all humans are bad and doesn't want to be associate with the family business. Still, he has to endure it as well as the constant mistreatment for being a halfbreed.
Formed a pact?: No, but he wishes to maybe have one

Likes:
Plants
Animals
Nature
His raven pal
Reading
Playing guitar
His mother

Dislikes:
Mistreatment
Abuse
Alcohol
Being called a halfbreed
His current living situation
 
Kishi Dragonfist
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(Art author unknown at this time)

His Allegiance lies with the Dragonfist Order as its Leader.
A Dragonkin who just wants a lasting peace.


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    (Art author unknown at this time)
 
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"Vivi"
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A mysterious little Human girl with a big heart but an unfeeling facial expression.


  • Vivi is an 11 year old human who lives alone and is actually homeless.
 
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Name: Iris Eloclipse
Age: 21
Species: human
Sub-Species (If desired):
Abilities and Powers*: markswoman/swordswoman

Personality: Iris is laid-back and fun loving. She loves adventures. She can come off as motherly to those younger than her and is always respectful of her elders. She does have a bit of a temper which flares up most often concerning her loved ones

Brief Background (100% Optional)**: Iris was born into a middle class family. Her father was swordsman and her mother was markswoman. They both trained her how to use weapons. When she was 18 she joined the military. Now she fights to keep the peace between humans and spirits.

Formed a pact?: No

Additional Info (Likes, Dislikes etc.): Likes: children, games, food and adventures

Hates: rude people, bring bored, nasty food
 

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name:
vinyl

nickname:
cassette (it’s the name they put on the nametag. don’t blame them dude),
peach (reserved for their little sister and their favorite people)
baby blue (that was what their ex called them. do not call them this or they will snip your tongue off and feed it to their cat.)
little dove (actually nobody is allowed to call them this. /j)

age:
physically? 24. spiritually? they lost track.

race/species:
witch—asian descent

gender:
non-binary (they/them)

sexual orientation:
omnisexual + polyamorous

appearance:
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personality:
looking for a soft hearted honeypot to brighten your night? look no further than the kingdom's very own vinyl. with a sweet smile and a welcoming demeanor, they're a pleasant face to see in the town. well...for the first hour or so of dawn. they can come off as rather offstandish or nonchalant—excessively so, mostly due to their tendency to rely heavily on a time-saving gesture that involves the middle finger—but they'll swear on every last yard of silk they can spin that they don't have any malicious intent. they're quick with wit and they enjoy banter, but they've seen enough in their lifetime to know how to read a room and back off. they're a very decisive and clever person, every move careful and precise, and they're a skilled pickpocket if it ever comes down to that. on the off chance that anyone wants to know, they enjoy the company of those who like to indulge in sweet toffee cakes and long conversations.

they personally enjoy sweet foods—to an excessive degree, but even they have their limits—and being gifted with peonies. they hold themself with a grace and calmness that might be thanks to the effects of threading their fingertips through the moon's rays one too many times, but one can never be sure. the light that they absorb tends to frame their profile like a halo—except on their bad days, when they're absorbing all of the natural lightning in the area and letting sparks loose from their skin; after the due apologies, they like to joke afterward that their touch is quite literally electric. if anyone were ever to give them a bouquet of peonies or a homemade pastry or two, they'd feel no shame in saying that they'd happily treat that person with a free drink or a friendly little kiss on the cheek in return—although the kiss doesn't have to necessarily friendly, or little, or on the cheek; at least, if their interest and the other party's consent deems it so. the way to their heart is through their mind, of course, but a few gifts never hurt.

backstory:
well, that's a little personal, now, isn't it? they'll spare some of the details, regardless if you want them to or not, but they were born in a quiet little town not too far from the area where the kingdom resides, in a quaint little neighborhood among the forest creatures where every street corner smelled of baked goods and the roofs of every house resembled the caps of mushrooms. they themself lived in a house that smelled of tangerine slices and floral perfume and had the roof of a wrinkled peach mushroom, and every day was filled with the laughter of their little sister and the feeling of soft, small hands bandaging the cuts and burns on their fingers after a long day spent weaving.

but that was all taken away from them in a way that physically pains them to recall, so i'll spare you the gory details and just say that there happened to be a rather sizable forest fire, and the little mushroom roof neighborhood was unfortunately part of the foliage at the time. with nowhere else to turn, they sought protection with nothing in their arms but their little sister's trembling form and their magic little pair of gloves, the ones that helped them from accidentally leaving long tendrils of thread woven from the moon in their wake, or perhaps the crumbs left from the stars if they were ever so clumsy. they set up shop on the corner of a street most colorful, with brilliant lanterns strung across the trees that lined the sidewalks and a pretty stave mounted in the sparkling concrete, decorated with fun garlands and twinkling little lights.

as marvelous as it all was, they didn't truly take relief in the fact that they'd found a new home until they did make their shop into somewhere they could stay, a place that never stayed in one place very long and smelled like velvet wallpaper and powdered sugar. it wasn't ideal at first, but when their sister had been tucked in safe and sound and they finally got time to decorate past the job they'd managed to score—what a warm day that was, like the embrace of a mother's arms or a particularly warm blanket. they finally made the place into their own personal sanctuary, a safe space for those with nowhere else to turn to, with gauzy curtains and speckled white walls like the shell of a robin's egg. it wasn't perfect and it wasn't a white picket-fence two-story house, but it was home.

for the most part, they’re found in their shop, experimenting with new ingredients that they come across, be it a fun new patch of starlight in a most peculiar shade of pink or a few drops of sunlight that they managed to collect when the clouds were particularly thin. when they’re not working on whimsical concoctions that—more often than not—ease the nerves of their customers, however, they can be seen weaving tapestries to hang around the shop, mending the curtains or the clothing of any passerby or customer who approaches—and can pay the price; they’re not a freebie, after all—or collecting new materials to play around with in the comfort of their home. where their own home is, even they have no idea—it comes and goes as it pleases, only showing its face in a particular kind of map that they own; all they can be sure of is that it never strays too far from the colorful street. they don’t really mind—it’d just get boring taking the same route home from personal affairs every day.

abilities and powers:
well, magic is what landed them a job in the first place. from spinning the rays of moonlight that shine from the gaps in their gauzy curtains into soft silk for their tapestries to plucking little tufts of cloud from the sky during their downtime when they're running particularly low on ice—storm clouds are their favorite; they have a particular cooling agent that no other cloud can match—they're very connected to the world around them. they prefer the more ethereal of elements to toy with, reasoning that the flavors and colors simply work better together in the drinks they mix and the fabric they weave together.

of course, it isn't exactly solid reasoning, but it's probably best not to try and argue with the witch with a short temper and a tendency to spark when they're irritated. when they're upset, their skin will attract any electricity in the area; specifically, natural lightning. it'll spark off of their skin and leave burns and plasters of charred skin along their body. the sunlight they collect, if not handled correctly, can also leave nasty marks along their skin, but it's the only way they can work, so they suck it up. if they stare at raw, unwoven sunlight for too long, their eyes will start to bleed. it's not fatal, but it hurts. really bad.

they don't make their powers obvious, for various reasons—the main one being that they like to keep people wondering just how in the world their tapestries and cloaks look as though there's natural sunlight woven in them, or how the faint glow in the dress of vibrant blue star silk they just hemmed resembles the moon smiling down upon a clear lake.

extra:
despite the attire they can make that borders on costume wear, they've never liked to dress lavishly—just a warm fur-lined shawl to keep them cozy during longer walks home will do.

they are the seamstress of the town, and their love language is gift giving. they don't enjoy small talk, they're a pragmatic cynic, but they can be softhearted if one prods correctly.

they always wear sleek black leather gloves except for when they're busy at work.

their familiar is a sleek white cat whose name is mademoiselle; she enjoys slinking on their shoulders and taking naps in patches of sunlight—much to their chagrin.

they're a virgo, they despise the taste of cashews, and they absolutely cannot stand when a customer pesters them for adjustments to their order when they're so swamped with work.

they're a morning person, they enjoy long naps and short engagements, and they prefer the left side of the bed.

they’ve got a playlist.

they're currently single, but if you’re looking for someone to warm your bed? well, talk them into it, and they won’t mind spending the night with you. as long as you pay in the morning, of course.

they have not formed a pact yet. maybe if the right person comes around, they'll consider.


​

 
**This character is an NPC and will only be used in major plot points.
Rex Vermillion
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His allegiance is with the Phoenix Order as its Leader


  • Rex is a 38 year old human who has gained powers thanks to forming a Pact with a Spirit.
 
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(Let's be honest with ourselves, none of these beautiful art pieces are ever going to be mine. Lol)
Name: Daniel "Danny" Tusken
Age: 21
Species: Half-orc
Abilities and Powers: He uses his parent's old weapons. His mother's sword since he can't handle his father's large axe due to him being much smaller than his full orc father. He takes his father's arched daggers with him which have dark blades and embroideries. They were nicknamed 'the blood sucking blades' due to their ability to drain the blood of his opponent and store it up to unleash against them.

Shrill warning- He roars and releases a shockwave that can send people (and even objects to some degree) flying backwards meters away from him depending on how loud and powerful the scream

Senses- He has enhanced senses including hearing, sight, smell, strength and endurance. Though these senses aren't as enhanced as a normal orc's due to him being half human

Ground Manipulation- He can cause small earthquakes depending on his mood and will power

Blood Empowerment- A more frightening ability of his due to some of the orc's barbaric ways. He can drink the blood of other species and temporarily have heightened senses as well as gain that species' abilities. Though, he has no control over the abilities he gets. He becomes enraged at this point, more like a cornered animal, and his sense of self and justice is grayed to the point where he can no longer recognize the people he cares about. It can cause him to lash out severely, even hurting the ones he calls his friends and family. He has sworn off this ability, both to his distaste of stealing others blood as well as his lack of being able to control himself in that state.

Blood Slashes- He can use the stored-up blood in his blades to release blood slashes that look like red blood that can deal massive amounts of damage to his enemies. Only works when he has stored up enough blood and they do not come back to him, meaning they are gone once released and can not be used until he gets more blood into the blades.
Personality: Daniel is nice and kind and deeply cares about his friends and family. He tries to stand up for what he believes in and is not afraid to question his orders and commanding officer. He has a deep love for horses and riding, the reason he decided on joining the cavalry section of the Order. He understands war and why it must be done but would rather not kill his enemies. That stemming from his parents and their love story. The story is also why he's a hopeless romantic and will try to play cupid with his friends who are clearly in love. When it comes to love for himself, he absolutely panics around crushes and can barely even speak.

Brief Background (Nothing going to be brief about his parent's love story. Sorry bout that.): Daniel's parents met in the early days of the First Great War, his father a skilled orc general for the Dragonfist Order and his mother a younger recruit who had joined up with the Phoenix Order due to losing her fiancé to the fight. Zhurghed the Destroyer, or Zhurghed Tusken was his father, infamous brute and killing machine of the Dragonfist Order. He killed many and was a ruthless fighter with an axe in hand and a murderous gleam in his eyes. That was, until he met Daniel's mother. Danielle Beckett, his mother from a well-off human family who was engaged to a wealthy soldier in the Phoenix Order. When her fiancé was killed by an unknown member of the Dragonfist Order, she took up arms and swore to take the life of the one who killed her love.

That's when Danielle met Zhurghed. A bloody battle that both almost died from. Zhurghed had been the general in charge of the attacking battalion. He'd been severely wounded and lay in the woods a ways off from the battle. Danielle had come to finish him off, before asking about her fiancé of course. Zhurghed wasn't afraid of death. In fact, he wanted an honorable warriors death, slain in battle beside his brethren. If he could only contact his leader first, then maybe his sacrifice would not be in vein and he could give away key intel learned from the infiltration of the human camp. Alas, his wounds were too grave to travel to a point where he could contact the one puppeteering things. Danielle had followed despite getting no such orders from her commander. Zhurghed was barely alive, but allowed her sword to penetrate his heart. However, that was not the case. Danielle couldn't let go that he might know something about her fiance. Besides, he could prove useful to the Phoenix army as a prisoner of war. So, she decided to show him mercy and help him heal.

Zhurghed stayed in the woods as the once mighty warrior, huge and strong, was now too weak to even move. Danielle had reported the orc general slipping through her fingers despite the truth. She came back to the site daily to check on his progress, him being tied to boulder to keep him down. She tried to get intel from him day after day, but he knew nothing of her fiance. He wasn't the one who had killed him. Soon enough, things started getting friendlier between them, despite Zhurghed being a prisoner and Danielle his captor. They started going on little trips out to the river and Zhurghed taught Danielle how to fish using her bare hands, while Danielle taught him how to be patient and careful with a fishing rod. The story goes on until the two had fallen in love, both revealing a softer side when things got intimate between the two. They built a cabin in the very same woods and Daniel was born soon after. Zhurghed had heard word from a friend that they were looking into his disappearance, finding no body from the battle and figuring he was still alive. Only wanting to find him to make sure secrets weren't being spilled to the humans.

Knowing that he now had a family and a small, fragile baby son to protect, Zhurghed knew what he had to do. He couldn't hid any loner with people getting hurt. So, he went to a meeting of the leader and generals to announce his being alive, as well as his resignation. No mention of Danielle or his son, but they figured something must have happened in the months he was away. Besides, he knew too much to be kept alive. His father, who had been marked as a traitor, escaped with his life barely intact after narrowly escaping the at the time leader's rage. Now, the right side of his face has a burn mark with three claw mark scars etched into it, the skin still raw in that spot even after years of healing. Daniel knew of his father's past, and heard of the love story many different times from his now soft brute of a father. He could even finish it, though he still couldn't believe his father had been apart of the Dragonfist Order.

He knew of his father's deeds to help stop the first war. The intel he had given the Phoenix Order after being taken a war prisoner. Being allowed to come back to Daniel and his mother when he was a wee little toddler. He honestly couldn't remember his father not being there, probably because he had been just a baby. He knew the Phoenix Order still keeps an eye on Zhurghed, despite it being years since then and him still not betraying them. But it was also to protect him and his family. The Dragonfist Order still had him on a kill list. If they could ever find him, they'd surely kill him. That's why a barrier was made over their family home. No one would be able to get in or see it, and it's worked for twenty years with no problems. Still, it caused some objection from his parents when he decided to join up with the Phoenix Order.

He loved riding and learned sword fighting and archery from the two retired soldiers that were his parents. He took care of this beautiful, sort of wild black and white paint appaloosa. He joined a cavalry division of the Phoenix Order despite some resistance form the higher ups. They were thinking purely of his lineage, who his father used to be, rather than accepting his high qualifications. He got in regardless and even after three years of serving, has not moved up an inch in ranking, staying an ordinary soldier in the cavalry. He was basically a glorified stable boy, looking after all of the division's horses. He didn't mind though, as he had a deep passion for taking care of them. He also didn't mind his rank not budging even though he is more than qualified to move up at least a couple ranks. He gets treated poorly by his fellow soldiers and tries not to punch anyone for it.

Formed a pact?: No, but would like to if he found a good enough human

Likes:
Horses
Riding
His parents
Love stories
Good friends

Dislikes:
His father being judged
Getting judged because of his father
Anyone from the Dragonfist Order seeking to harm his father (Basically no one gets to mess with his parents)
Getting work shoved onto him while others take the credit
Anyone judging others for things they cannot control
People messing with his friends
 
Cassie Nova
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(Art belongs to Katie-fox on Deviantart)




  • Cassie is a 19 year-old Novabound but her life span is billions of years. Despite looking like a human adult, she is very much a baby in terms of her life as a Novabound Starkid.
 
**Will only be used in very few scenes and like one or two chapters in total.
Ryuuni Dragonfist
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The personification of 'Death'
The former Leader of the Dragonfist Order


  • Ryuuni is 150,000 years old. He is said to be unable to die naturally.
 
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