Seaside Town

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[vesper.]

|Name|


Mark Bennett





|Gender|


Male





|Age|


Appears 25 | Truly 120





|Species|


Vampire





|Appearance|


Mark has always been a handsome male, with a great knowledge of his good looks. He possesses slightly wavy dark brown hair, that looks black in dim light. It's usually kept at a reasonable length, and definitely seems to be something that keeps girl's fingers busy when they're making out. His eyes are a light green, always hinted with some degree of mischief. Mostly, they're a good excuse for compelling people into whatever he'd like. Let's not forget about the chiselled jawline that makes every girl swoon, as well as his other rather perfect facial features. His signature feature would probably be his lips, capable of emitting the smirk that means he's either looking to get in your pants, or up to something of his own benefit. Mark stands to be 6'0" with a weight of 165 pounds, mostly muscle as girls always seem to be fond of the body he has to show off. He's been told that even when angry, his good looks don't seem to falter.





|Personality|


Ah, yes. How to describe someone of such unique personality? Mark is a very complicated male, with a strong liking for sarcastic tones. It doesn't matter who and what you are, the remarks are always there to hit you in the face. He's very rough around the edges, and tends to act as if no one is important to him but himself. Actually, he doesn't just act it, sometimes that's exactly what he is, just a selfish twenty six year old looking for any way to get what he wants. However as selfish as he might seem, he once had a soft side. His heart was torn into shreds by someone he once loved, and after that tragedy he promised never to let himself be tricked like a foolish weakling every again. Therefore, he puts himself before anyone else, and acts as he pleases. He's very impatient, and tends to get irritated easily. Despite this, women are always on him like bees on a flower. He sees them as play toys more than people.





|Fears|


| Falling in Love | Becoming Soft | Being Betrayed |





|History|


Mark was born in 1895 to Wendy and Jonathan Bennett, two very wealthy people for their time. The family owned a large estate that always seemed to flood with people for parties and gatherings. He was a kind boy, always being polite to the adults and gentleman like for the young girls. As he grew, he continued to be a rather respectful and educated young man. When he turned twenty five, he decided to leave the Southern states in which he resided in, and move to the city. This was the time of the roaring 20s, a time in which parties, sex, and alcohol were the priority of the younger generation. It was here, in New York City, where he had his old self ripped into what would rebuild to the present Mark Bennett. A woman named Gwen Meyers, with beautiful pale blonde hair and the most entrancing blue eyes he'd ever seen, manipulated him, compelled him, tricked him, and then killed him. After waking up senseless behind an alley he went dark, killing everything and not being able to control himself. However, after a while he got the hang of it and became the person he is now.



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[lazee]

Name: Gin "Fenrir" Arisawa


Gender: Male


Age: 34


Species: Natural-born Werewolf


Appearance:


Gin is a short, but intimidating man, with a toned and battle-hardened physique, standing at 5'9 and weighing 95 kg. His wavy black hair is kept short and unruly and when about to fight, he usually ties it up in a ponytail. He also has a stubble goatee. His most-often apathetic face is the source of his intimidating aura. Those black eyes of his have seen everything and if they're fixed on you, you're not getting past him.


His wardrobe is very simple, consisting only of a few scarcely cleaned shirts and a black 'gakuran', or the uniform of a male Japanese high school student. The uniform is a relic of his human past and prefers it to other articles of clothing.


Personality:


Gin is a tough and patient man of a few words, he's seen some shit and he will not tolerate shit. He's far from unloving and humorless, though. The middle-aged man has a strong sense of self-control and patience and actively teaches this to his pack. Though he loves his pack like family, he prefers moments of peace and serenity to the hectic chaos of running an entire band of wolves. He despises unnecessary violence, discord and lack of discipline. While he is reluctant to start a fight, once it starts, he shall fight honorably. For that is what he feels every fighter deserves.

"A mugshot of him during his teenage days"


Likes: Roast beef, motorcycles, the sea, sake and smoking


Dislikes: The yakuza, vegetables, loud music, killing and succubi


Fears: Losing the pack, going wild


Backstory: Born an orphan in the 'red light district' of Tokyo, Gin Arisawa grew up alone in a harsh world. No one cared for him and he learned to fight for himself, for the prospect of a better day. People began to fear his will to live and silent determination, it made him a fearless fighter. When he reached his teenage years, he garnered a reputation for being the 'toughest man on the block'. To his confusion, people began following him and taking orders from him. Gin eventually formed an army of his own, without saying a single persuasive word. His men were feared as much as himself, but they drew unwanted attention from the shadow kings of Japan: the Yakuza. A clash ensued between the two factions as one fought for power and the other for their lives. In the end, Gin's men couldn't stand up to the Yakuza enforcers and it seemed like it was all over for him. And then, it happened.


His first transformation.


With an earsplitting howl, an unknown power in Gin's blood awakened in his time of need. He remembered not what happened after, for it was a haze of red. After the bloodbath ended, he lived in fear of his new power. He secluded himself from society, both to avoid harming innocents and to avoid the Yakuza. Inadvertently, he met a foreigner named Sam, claiming that she shared the same fate as him. She offered him a chance to learn more about his power and how to control it properly. Gin accepted her offer without much hesitation.


Sam brought him to America, where it was revealed that there was an entire community of beast-men, or werewolves, and the woman was the leader. They took him in and he learned quickly how to master control of his inner beast. His power grew exponentially as he learned more about what was hidden in his blood. Several years later, Sam passed away at the age of 70 and the pack disbanded for...various reasons. Not wanting to die out, Gin took with him a few loyal companions and together, they wandered.

"In battle, a warrior's life is forfeit until victory is achieved."
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[vesper.]

|Name|


Rosalie Kathleen Combes





|Gender|


Female





|Age|


Twenty One





|Species|


Witch





|Appearance|


Rosalie is a rather petite young woman, with a very feisty attitude. She is very proud of her light brown hair, always curled at the ends and styled with a bow. It's usually kept to just below her collarbone. Her eyes are a light brown, like the tint of honey. She has a heart shaped face, with dark pink tinted lips that always harbor some sort of smile, whether it be sarcastic, bitter, or kind. Her style is to always wear dark but comfortable dresses. She's got a slim figure, weighing about one hundred and ten pounds, and standing at about 5'5". Most people assume that because she's small she can't do much harm, however they find the rude awakening once the magic comes out.





|Personality|


Rose is a rather ambitious person, radiating confidence wherever she walks. Of course, she doesn't mean to do it in the way that wants to punch people in the face, but the kind that makes you admire someone. However, the confidence is followed by a serious sense of responsibility and a high concern for her people. There is nothing more that she hates than people who break promises, liars, and people who cross her. There's something about people who break their word that really grind her gears. Of course, she does have a rather frightened side that she keeps hidden within her. Vulnerability brings out the worst in her, she becomes full of angst, frustration, and confusion.. However, this does not happen very often, therefore you shouldn't expect to see a train wreck of a person.





|Fears|


| Death | Deep Waters | Daffodils | Ravens |





|History|


WIP



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[AzileQueen]

• The Basics
• Digging Deeper
• Near an End
• A Close pt 1
• A Close pt 2

• “ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟᴇᴄᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ, ᴀʀᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs, sᴇɴsɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀɴ's ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ʀᴀᴛ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜɴᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋs ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ.” — ʜɪʀᴀᴍ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs
  
  ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Maximillian Alexei Volkov
  
  
  
  ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Max, Maxi, Millian, Alexei
  
  
  ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: ♂
  
  
  ᴀɢᴇ: 22 (I might change this, though, if there's a young/old lass I—he likes owo)
  
  
  sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Previously human, now Werewolf
  
  
  sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Straight~
  
  
  ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ: ½ American, ½ Russian
  
  
  ᴘʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴ: Page at the Library
• X — X — X
  
  
  “still thinking of a quote.. qwqwqwq”
  
  ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Strands of dark chestnut colored hair usually fall into Max's eyes, though he rarely plays with or fixes it. His eyes, however, are his most attractive feature. They are bigger than most males, but the orbs are a beautiful chocolate-hazel color, usually radiating curiosity or nostalgia. Max's smile is somewhat magical, dimples shown on the left and right when his teeth flash, making it hard not to smile back. The tall, dark and handsome fellow has a stubble and a defined jawline to match. Since Max worked around a farm since he was little, the efforts he made has gifted him with a nicely robust frame. To place your hands on his chest would be heaven, Max having a fair amount of chiseled abs and toned biceps from working out as a teenager and still now. Coming around you'll meet his lightly-toned back and bold, broad shoulders, the muscles rippling every time he makes grand movements. His hands are masculine and calloused, but leave a strong, warm feeling after touching someone. All in all, Max is one heck of a hottie—though, he tends to look at the personality first, not appearances.
  
  
  ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs: xx
  
  
  ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs: xx
  
  
  ʙɪʀᴛʜᴍᴀʀᴋs: A couple light ones on his back, ranging from small to medium sized.
  
  
  ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 184lbs
  
  
  ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6' 2"
• WIP
  
  X — X
  
  
  “ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ? ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ.”
  
  ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Max, to begin with, is quite timid upon first meetings. He rarely talks to strangers, but will converse if needed or if he has something important to say. Whenever he does speak, it is usually something he has thought over; something wise. Max is a kind soul, his body language emitting gentleness. Being more of a mother's lad than a father's, he has the politeness of a gentleman and a heart of gold. However, he is not naive. At any rate, he is a clever person, able to pick up the smallest details of a person and use deductive reasoning. He also has a keen intuition, cleverness aside. In spite of that, Max has a terrible tendency to run ahead of others, thinking they know his move when they most likely do not. Like a maze, he may know his way around, but the other person may not be able to keep up with him. [ to be continued ]
  
  
  ʟɪᴋᴇs:
  
  
  + Doggies~
  
  
  + Books: he's recently started to read the fiction sort.
  
  
  + The stars/moon
  
  
  ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
  
  
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  ǫᴜɪʀᴋs:
  
  
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  ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs:
  
  
  » Star-gazing
  
  
  » Reading
  
  
  ғᴇᴀʀs:
  
  
  » Falling in love. He feels like he'd be betraying Astrid.
  
  
  » Death/dying
  
  
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  ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: Single~ *wiggles eyebrows*
  
  
  ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs:
• X — X — X — X
  
  
  “ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ's ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ. . .”
  
  ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: 0—8: Max was born into a relatively large family in a small, isolated town in the countryside of Russia. The reason why their family was so big is because most 'farm kids' tend to die in low circumstances. However, Max and his older brother, Jack, prevailed. In winter, times were harsh. Because of this, the braver, older hunters had to go to 'No Man's Land': home of the wolves. Max didn't know this at the time, though, so when Jack became old enough to hunt and went there, he didn't oppose. Jack didn't come back, however, and he soon figured out why it was called No Man's Land. That night, he heard the wolves howl clearer than ever before. . . 8—15: The memory of Jack's still-small back turning and leaving is forever etched into Max's mind. Because Max didn't tell the elders the truth, Jack was gone. Maybe if he had ratted him out he'd still be alive, and not in some wolf's belly. Years went by, but after Jack disappeared, wolves started to come in his stead. They hid behind the trees, silently watching the humans work and play. Then one day, they trespassed. The wolves came to Max's front porch that day, and he could remember his mother calling for the shotgun as he stared out the window, into a wolf's wild gold eyes. The next day, a girl with those same eyes moved into the town. . . 15—16: First, she was recognized as a mere traveler. But she stuck around longer than they realized, and soon she moved in. Her name was Astrid, a girl with platinum blonde hair, pale skin, and wild gold eyes. As a year flew by, Max found himself falling in love with her. Max gave Astrid his first kiss, and in return, she turned him into a Werewolf. . . 16—19: One moment, Max was human. The next, he's a wolf. Shocked, and not to mention scared, Max ran away from Astrid. Two seconds later, he's pinned down by a white wolf—the same wolf from before. Long story short, he found out Astrid was a Werewolf and from then on he had to live with her pack. Reluctant at first, it took some time to realize his town could no longer be called 'home.' When he did go to her pack, though, he found a surprise waiting for him: Jack. Although extremely happy to see his brother alive and well, he soon realized Jack didn't feel the same. Thing is, Jack had a crush on Astrid. Brother or not, Jack would do anything to gain her love. As the two brothers spent their years together, Max realized he had some competition. Then, death struck: the Beta had died of a disease. Max saw this as a tragedy, whereas Jack saw it as an opportunity. For if Jack became Beta, he could pick his choice of mate. Jack was chosen as the next Beta, and obviously, stole away Astrid from Max. Max was heartbroken for a very long time. A few years went by with no contact with humans. That is, until food became scarce. With the lack of food, the wolves became desperate. Desperate enough to kill and eat a human child. . . 19: When the half-eaten body was found, the village became shaken. Yes, Max, Jack, and a couple of other kids might've disappeared, but they didn't know for sure if it was the wolves or not. This body, to them, was all the proof they needed. They grabbed all of the weapons they could find, preparing to butcher the wolves at night. Once the villagers found the pack, Max needed to make a choice. Join his family, or join the pack? However, there was also a third option. He chose the third, hiding behind the trees as the wolves in his pack once did, watching a gruesome battle of two species; Max, oh the coward. Among the humans were his family, among the wolves were his friends—and Jack. Max's eyes widened as he watched a wolf rip his mother's throat out, along with Max's heart. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a wolf preparing to attack another person. Max knew this was the last straw. Blinded by anger, he leapt onto the small wolf, clawing and thrashing out all over her lithe body. Blood sprayed over the two, and as he met gold eyes, his widened. It was then that he realized whose white fur he had bloodied and whose golden eyes he had weakened. 'How could you?' he could almost hear her ask him as he continued to stare confusingly, helplessly, into Astrid's eyes. The she-wolf died moments later, and all he could remember was the feeling of drowning in his friends and family's pools of blood as he looked around the savage scene of lifeless figures. Half of the Werewolf pack was killed that day, whereas more than 3/4 of the town drove the rest out.
  
  
  "I'll kill you! I'll find you and kill you, Max...!" Max ran, ran for his life as his brother sought for revenge of Astrid's death. . .
  
  
  19—current: Max moved to Seaside Town, getting a part-time job as a Page at the local Library. Everything has been quiet and he's adapted to this new life fairly well.
  
  
  
• X — X
  
  
  “ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ.. ɪ'ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.”
  
  ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ: Alexei V. Volkov [ Father, ???, 58 ] • Olivia B. Volkov [ Mother, deceased at 48, would've been 52 ] • Robert Volkov [ Brother, deceased at 9, would've been 26 ] • Desiree M. Volkov [ Sister, deceased at 8, would've been 25 ] • Jack Volkov [ Brother, ???, 23 ] • Annie-Marie Volkov [ Sister, ???, 12 ]
  
  
  ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴs: Astrid's moon pendant(which he hides under his shirt) and a motorcycle(motorcycle helmet included)~
  
  
  ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs/ғʟᴀᴡs:
  
  
  » Looking someone in the eye.
  
  
  » Girls with stubborn, fierce personalities—they remind him of Astrid.
  
  
  » Dogs.... he'll go crazy for them, especially Siberian Husky puppies. =w=
  
  
  » Max is very self-critical and will usually blame himself for anything and/or everything.
  
  
  » Keeping his anger issues in check.
  
  
  sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
  
  
  » Friendship is his strength: people that have his back.
  
  
  » Max enjoys taking care of others/helping them.
  
  
  » He values his friends and family and would do anything for them.
  
  
  
  
  
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  • Riding a motorcycle: Being one of the many first things he learned to do, he can ride one fairly well.
  
  
  Advantages: You don't need air condition~
  
  
  Disadvantages: He can only let one person ride with him—or is that an advantage? xD
  
  
  • Turning into a wolf: Max, of course, can change into his wolf form since he is a Werewolf.
  
  
  Advantages: He's stronger, faster, and more powerful than in his human form.
  
  
  Disadvantages: When he turns into a wolf, it brings back terrible memories, so he can become unfocused.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  〉Max tends to get a bunch of flashbacks/nightmares at night.〈
  
  
  〉Max doesn't like sex(probably because he's never done it before[and I'm too immature for that, anyways{lololol}]).〈
  
  
  〉Max has a giant scar running down his back including a couple of medium-sized ones on his shoulders/chest. He got them from 'that night.'〈
  
  
  〉On some days, Max's scars hurts a lot. Poor Maxi~ :c 〈

  
  

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I think I'll have him done by tomorrow. T-THA-THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT, SE-SENPAIS..! qwqwqwq