Fantasy Vexpara | Hell Unraveled -- Characters and Sign-up

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Please be courteous when joining this roleplay, e.g., do not make a character and then disappear off the face of the Earth.​

Genre/Theme: Modern fantasy, alternate timeline, demonica, witchcraft
Type: Character group-centric, plot-driven, combat elements, continuation of previous story
Level: Moderate to detailed
Commitment: A few times per week maximum
Character expectations: Avoid unrealistic, uninteresting, and inherently overpowered characters
Player expectations: Mature, flexible, reliable, and open to communication
Storytelling: Semi-linear. Plot in mind, but characters have agency
Group size: 5-10

Character Creation
Before creating a character, review the lore page of Vexpara to ensure your character concept falls in line with the world's canon. Any further questions not covered in the lore page should be directed to me. Please join us on Discord, where we will be working on characters together. For the time being, please limit yourself to no more than three characters.

Include the following information in some capacity in your character sheet, with a preference towards written description over bulleted responses. It is acceptable to include more information, but not less.

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Age
Gender
Species (Human, lesser demon or below)
Appearance
Skills (Include magical ability, preference, if any)
Weaknesses
Equipment (If your character has more than one truesilver weapon, prepare to explain how)
Guild Status (Role within the guild, length of membership, etc.)

Spoiler: The code I used for my CS

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The quality of your character sheet's aesthetic appearance is second to its substance and grammar. Immature, uninteresting and unrealistic characters will not be accepted. You will know when your character is accepted when your sheet(s) receive a "like" from me and when they are added to the guild roster in the following post. Please, please proofread your sheets.

A note to returning characters. You may copy and paste your old sheets, but some of you may want to include any updated information.

 

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Character Roster​

Role	Name	Class	Player
Guildmaster​	Kendra Lattimore​	Augur​	Coin​
Hunter-captain​	Nik Vorbieva​	Blooden​	Coin​
Hunter-captain​	Valentin Bishop​	Crane​	Coin​
Guildmate​	Nathan Pierce​	Augur​	Lucem​
Guildmate​	Haruka Tsukiko​	Blooden​	Aldur​
Guildmate​	Angelica Hudson​	Augur​	The One Called X​
Guildmate​	Robyn Oliver​	Crane​	CerpinTaxt​
Guildmate​	Ainsley Davis​	Crane​	simj26​
Guildmate​	Irma Beauregard​	Ouro​	Roleplay Skittle​
Guildmate​	Katsura Kagenetsu​	Ouro​	The One Eyed Bandit​
Guildmate​	Magnolia Noir​	Crane​	Katsuya​
Guildmate​	Felix Wright​	Blooden​	Life.​

 

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Ms. Lattimore
Guildmaster of Vexpara​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities

• Essentials
  Name: Kendra Marcel Lattimore
  Also known as: Mars, Guild Mom
  Role: Guildmaster
  Age: 39 [08/01/1981]
  Gender: F
  Species: Human
  Blood: O-
  Type: Augur
  
  

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  Appearance: Kendra stands at approximately 5'09", 137 lbs. She has lean features and a very pale complexion. Her hair is onyx black, and is usually cut to just below her ears with both form and function in mind. Over-saturation of infernal magic has permanently damaged her vision, leaving her with irises that are stained purple with emytherium poisoning. She wears a pair of specialized wide-rimmed corrective glasses that help with the emytherium clouding, and is rarely seen without them on. Permanent bags have begun to form under her eyes as a result of the stresses of guild management. She tends to dress professionally in most situations, with a preference towards blazers and suit pants over dresses and skirts.
  
  Persona: Kendra is a natural born leader. She is charismatic, a skillful negotiator, and witty with her grim sense of humor. She can easily maintain composure in crisis situations, and is comfortable handing down orders regardless of rain or shine. Kendra would never ask any of her subordinates to do anything she wouldn't do herself, and thus tends to lead by example when applicable. Her tact and efficiency make her an excellent guild leader, but her closest friends and family would say that she is married to her work. Besides her daily morning coffee at 5 A.M., she never allows a moment for herself. Some rumor that Kendra is romantically inept -- embarrassingly so.
• History
  To keep Kendra's extensive history thus far with Vexpara brief is a challenge in its own regard. Seventeen years as a full-fledged member, and nearly twenty years of direct involvement has entirely shaped Kendra as a person. All of her years of self discovery, training, and experience were fueled by her insatiable drive to be an exorcist, just like her grandfather and much to the dismay of her parents. Though her early years as an apprentice were shaky, Kendra rose to prominence quickly. It didn't take long at all for her to become one of the most reliable hunters in the guild.
  
  After the fifth guildmaster of Vexpara, Janus Harte, was severely wounded by a greater demon in 2015 during a large scale joint-deployment with the NYPD, he nominated Kendra succeed him. Though she was hesitant, and not certain she would be fit for the role, all six hunter-captains at the time unanimously agreed that there was no better candidate. Even in her teenage daydreams of becoming an exorcist, she never imagined that she would become a guildmaster. To this day, Kendra still holds the title as guildmaster of Vexpara.
  
  Certifications and Accolades
  Independent Hunter's License
  International Exorcism Committee Chairperson
  International Guildmaster Certificate
  Federal Infernal Magics Special License
  Concealed Carry Permit, Nationwide
  Class III Weapons License, Where Legal
  NYPD-Certified Defensive and Pursuit Driver
  Presidential Citizens Medal
  Et al.
  
• Armament
  Through all of her hunts, Kendra tends to carry as few physical weapons as possible. Her current firearm of choice is a P229 compact handgun chambered in .357 SIG for use against conventional targets. Thankfully, her aim has improved considerably since her amateur years. For demonic threats, she carries a five inch truesilver-tipped dagger. The dagger is more ornate than practical, but does not see much use anyways. Occasionally, she will also carry a truesilver smoke grenade or two.
  
  Magic
  Kendra is a proficient Augur hunter, with her specialties revolving around Gate infernal magic. She is more keen to use her magic, in order to make up for her inferior physical prowess. Her mastery over Gate magic shines brightest in a fight, where she can summon deadly portals of Starstorm particles at the snap of a finger. Kendra also utilizes displacement portals to great effect, opening one portal to intercept an incoming projectiles, and another to redirect them back at the target. Her quick-cast spells are smaller than standard portals, but her ability to cast multiple portals in quick succession make her a versatile threat.
  
  Shortcomings
  Kendra is not a strong woman physically. She is tall, but thin in stature, and not very agile either. She is also easily anemic, due to health complications with her common usage of infernal magic. Oversaturation of infernal magic has also caused her eyesight to deteriorate with emytherium clouding.

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Nik Vorbieva
Wolf​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities

• Essentials
  Name: Ekaterina Nikiticha Vorbieva
  Also known as: Nik, Nikki
  Role: Hunter-captain
  Age: ~65 [Circa 1955]
  Gender: F
  Species: Lesser Demon
  Blood: N
  Type: Blooden
  
  Appearance: Nik stands at 6'3", and weighs 190 lbs. She is a fierce woman, built of mostly muscle, imposing in both stature and expression. She is fair skinned, but tans easily during sunny months. Her hair is auburn in color, mixed with lighter shades of oak. Nik's eyes are blazing crimson, and appear to give off an ethereal energy of their own. Scars run lattice across her impressive musculature, telling of many grievous wounds sustained, survived, and healed. Long shirts and pants are the usual makeup of her attire, worn as a cover for said scars. Nik holds very little regard for fashion, and thus does not tend to tend to her own appearance as often as vainer individuals. Red scales run up her arms, up to her shoulder blades as a result of emytherium cell growth caused by many years of infernal magic. She tends to hide these features, and dull the color of her eyes with Deceit glamour magic.
  
  Persona: Nik is a quiet giant. She prefers to let her actions do the talking, and fears that words will never be enough. Nik is fiercely determined, and easily chooses to fight tooth and nail to ensure the safety of innocent people. She believes those that prey on the defenseless are cowards. Though she is not the most confident directing other people, she has proven to learn quickly to be an efficient hunter-captain in Vexpara. Nik is loyal until death, and often considers her comrades before her own well being. Even though she is quiet most of the time, it is easy to get her short temper fired up.
  
  Nik has picked up tending to bonsai trees and reading poetry as therapy for her temperament.
  
  

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• History
  Nik was raised in a church orphanage in an unassuming and quaint part of eastern Russia. It isn't clear why, but she doesn't talk about her early life in Russia. Some speculate that only guildmaster Lattimore knows about it. When Nik was old enough, she enlisted with the Soviet armed forces under falsified documents and found her niche rather quickly. Her first major deployment was with the initial waves of Russian troops during the invasion of Afghanistan in the winter of 1979. Quickly, her capabilities as a competent soldier and infernal asset had her transferred from her assigned army unit to special forces Alpha Group, where she was embedded with Spetsnaz GRU. Vorbieva remained with the Spetsnaz for the remainder of her deployment, combating the Mujahideen for nearly six years. She was only taken off the front after she was grievously wounded by a mortar shell in the desolate mountains of Kunar Province. Her actions and quick thinking saved the lives of many of her comrades.
  
  During her recovery, she was approached by a Russian exorcist guild -- Ozero, who urged her to leave soldiering behind her and sign on as a hunter. After several months of hesitation and healing, she obliged the guild's offer and retired from the army with honors. Nik remained with Ozero for 12 years, until the guild was disbanded in 1997. In that time, she had gone toe to toe with the worst of the worst. She had even spent two years in the Siberian wilds with three other guildmates tracking down an ancient balehound that dated back to the Second Crossing. Her passion for the hunt and voracity during the final combat with the balehound earned her the nickname of 'Wolf' among her guild.
  
  For a year, Nik wandered aimlessly without Ozero, eventually emigrating to the United States and finding work with Vexpara. Nik has since been with Vexpara for just over 21 years, and has been a hunter-captain for seven.
  
  Certifications and Accolades
  International Exorcism Committee Member
  Citizen of the Russian Federation
  Former Soviet Special Forces Soldier
  Federal Exorcist License, Russian Federation
  Order of the Red Star
  Citizen of the United States of America
  Independent Hunter's Licence, USA
  Class III Weapons License, Where Legal
  Concealed Carry Permit, Nationwide
  
• Armament
  Nik's primary weapon is a double edged longsword, with one edge of truesilver, and the other of steel. She wears thick gloves when handling the blade, as not to injure herself on the truesilver. She carries two Ka-Bar knives at her side when the longsword becomes too cumbersome, one of truesilver, and one of steel. For firearms, Nik prefers her custom Vepr-12 semi-automatic shotgun with removed stock, shortened barrel, bayonet lug, and with an added foregrip. She also carries a MP-443 Grach handgun on a thigh holster.
  
  Her armor is a custom weave, and suitable for a multitude of scenarios. It is capable of stopping common rifle rounds, is both stab and flame resistant.
  
  Magic
  Nik's magical capabilities are rather limited, and consists of a few potent Wrath and Deceit spells. They mostly compliment her swordplay and brawling skills, augmenting her arms to take a powerful infernal form or performing illusory feints. She can also summon hellfire barriers to protect herself and nearby comrades from harm. Her ranged spells are limited to simple fireballs, which she uses primarily to close the gap on an opponent.
  
  Shortcomings
  Vorbieva is not subtle. Sneaking and precision application is not her strong suit, much preferring to tackle problems head first and with as much brute force as possible. Though she is strong-willed, she has a very short fuse. This had lead her to situations where she bit off more than she could chew in multiple occasions. The fact that she has survived those situations over and over again has given her a sort of invincibility complex, only compounding her issue of diving headfirst into danger. One of these days, she'll land on something as stubborn as she is. Nik is also rather lazy on her days off, often found sunbathing when she should be grocery shopping or at the gym.

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Valentin Bishop
Senior Infernal Investigator​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities

• Essentials
  Name: Valentin Félix Bishop
  Also known as: 'Val'
  Role: Hunter-captain
  Age: 31
  Gender: Male
  Species: Human
  Blood: O+
  Type: Crane
  
  Appearance: Valentin stands a rather average 5'8", 156 lbs. While he is no longer in peak physical performance since leaving the military and Sector 3, he is by no means out of shape. In between long nights at Vexpara headquarters, attending drab board meetings with Lattimore, and training the greenhorn guildmates, Valentin scarcely finds time to hit the gym. Though the military life is behind him, he is still gruff in demeanor and appearance, and carries himself with a certain machined precision. His hair is a graying oak, with matching scruff, and his eyes emerald with an eclipse of purple from minor emytherium poisoning.
  
  Persona: Valentin has natural born charisma that demands his presence be known wherever he goes. It seems no matter the situation, he always has the right words to say. Consequently, he can come off as arrogant or intimidating to some. Social events are Valentin's expertise, and is both a qualified leader and instructor. Valentin's hobbies include wine tasting, bar-hopping, and sport shooting.
  

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• History
  Valentin's early life was rather unremarkable, save for his sensitivity to demonic magic which developed in his teens. Once he was old enough, he took this talent to the police force, where he was specifically assigned to the infernal incursion unit. After years of recommendations and honing his skills on the streets of Lyon, Valentin joined onto the notorious French counter-terrorism force, GIGN.
  
  Though Valentin survived the rigors of GIGN, he did not thrive. His comrades were killers and professionals, through and through. Valentin on the other hand, was a hunter -- a bloodhound. He had an uncanny ability to pick up on magical trails, identify infernal threats, and even defuse them unconventionally on his own if no Augurs or Ouros were around. This made him invaluable to his team during niche deployments when magical incursions were involved, but nearly a liability when they were not. During his last few years in the GIGN, he voluntarily took a back seat as an instructor and adviser, instead of a field operator.
  
  This would change after the Strasbourg Incident, and the secretive Sector 3 was created as a joint NATO counter-infernal task force. Sector 3's high command sought talent just like Valentin from all across Europe for one type of job: to sniff out and eliminate hidden rogue demonic threats. While Valentin excelled in Sector 3, especially compared to his time in the GIGN, it was short lived. After a couple of years, he met Kendra Lattimore during a Committee summit and was personally invited by her to join Vexpara in New York.
  
  Certifications and Accolades
  Independent Hunter's License
  International Exorcism Committee Member
  Military Infernal Consultant, France
  Federal Infernal Magics Special License
  Concealed Carry Permit, Nationwide
  Class III Weapons License, Where Legal
  Several Marksmanship Accolades, International
  
• Armament
  Valentin's carry sidearm is a SIG P2022, which has been his pistol of choice for many years. Additionally, he carries a 3-inch truesilver flick knife on his duty belt for infernal threats. When on deployment, prefers a crossbow with truesilver bolts against demons, and a Heckler & Koch 417 marksman rifle for conventional threats. His time serving in the GIGN, and especially Sector 3 has made him familiar with most standard-issue equipment found in NATO armories.
  
  Since Valentin has no reasonable defensive magic, he relies on a vest of anti-infernal armor. Its outer layer is a special ablative ceramic meant to insulate against both hellfire and red lightning attacks. The inner layer is a low-purity fiber weave of truesilver alloy to dampen excess infernal magic.
  
  Magic
  Valentin has an unnaturally good sense for all things magical. Just from minute traces of emytherium, he can determine a great deal about the type of magic that was used. Though Valentin can easily sense and identify infernal magic, his own magic is limited to standard sight improvement spells, sound dampening spells, and agility enhancement spells.
  
  Shortcomings
  Valentin is not the most adept at close quarters combat, nor is he a particularly powerful mage. Though he is an excellent shot, he has been cited to hesitate and lose focus when live targets are in his sights. He also becomes easily frustrated when things don't turn out well, often taking unjust blame onto himself. Of all the hunter-captains of Vexpara, Valentin is noted to exhibit the least amount of leader-like characteristics of his peers. Some speculate he was only promoted to the position because of his pedigree with GIGN and Sector 3.

 

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Nathan Pierce

Eater​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities

• Essentials
  Name: Nathan Pierce
  Also known as: Nate, Pierce, Eater, Gluttony
  Role: Guildmate
  Age: 22
  Gender: Male
  Species: Human
  Blood: O-
  Type: Augur
  
  Appearance: Nathan stands at 5'10 and weighs around 140 lbs. With a pale complexion, his always disheveled hair is as dark as the circles that have a permanent home underneath his eyes. Outside of this work uniform, most of the clothes he wears are baggy and too big for his body, collars hanging a bit off his shoulders and sleeves reaching over his fingers. Aside from that, his style is pretty simple, keeping to things like hoodies and plain colored shirts. He almost always has a tired-looking expression on his face that makes it seem like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
  
  Persona:
  Because of his history in the demon slaying business, there are many rumors that surround Nathan. Some say that he's a bloodthirsty killer that only hunts in search of his next meal. He has eaten massive demons and that he fights an influence even greater than the one that afflicts other Augurs. The demon blood he's consumed now runs through his veins and the sun causes it to boil. He fights an influence greater than that of other Augurs and takes on a demonic form when he can't control it anymore. Of course, those are just rumors that have inflated beyond his control. Or at least he hopes so. In reality, he's just a friendless shut-in with no social skills.
  
  Despite being a demon hunter, Nathan doesn't have any noble ideas about saving humanity or protecting people. In his opinion, anyone that does it willingly is insane. Just the thought of it makes him shudder. If he had the choice, he'd keep as far away from demons as possible. Unfortunately, that's all he was trained for and lacks any other skills.
  
  Nathan hates fighting, but it's not because he thinks violence is wrong or anything like that. It's simply because he could get killed. He values his own life and isn't keen on putting himself in danger. He's always wary of risky situations and gets anxious pretty easily. It's one of the reasons he can't get along with meatheads that only think about one thing and don't consider their surroundings. Being around them is only an inconvenience.
  
  A firm believer in Murphy's Law, the idea that things will always take a turn for the worse goes in hand with his wariness, He has little faith in anything and keeps one foot out the door at all times, not wanting to get wrapped up in anything bothersome. In his line of work, however, that's not always possible, so he often tries to cope with some dark humor that mixes in with all the complaints as he bemoans his cruel fate
  
  Of course, his cynicism also applies to people. He has great difficulty trusting others and often suspects that they have ulterior motives if they display any positivity towards him. It's much easier for him if he's ignored or treated with disdain, since he at least knows how to deal with that. He's had minimal experience with relationships and his few meaningful ones didn't end well. Because of that, being around overly friendly people makes him uncomfortable. He just can't understand them and it gets on his nerves. He always ends up tripping over his words in uncomfortable situations like that, so his go-to response is just to get frustrated and walk off.
  
  Despite his cautious nature, he doesn't have much tact. He doesn't hide his thoughts or feelings unless it's in his best interest, never really considering or understanding how others are affected by what he says. In general, he just doesn't know how to deal with people.
  
  If there's any silver lining in how poorly he deals with others, it's that he treats everyone equally. No one is spared from his horrible social skills. Although, there is a slight difference in how he reacts to demons. Even if many have integrated with society and are nothing like those that try to kill him on a regular basis, he occasionally feels awkward in their presence. It's not very surprising, considering he was forced to eat demonic body parts for several years. Even today, he's still sensitive around them, certain smells and appearances bringing back the memories that make his stomach feel queasy. It's not bad enough to affect his work, but the sensitivity is like a loathed six sense of his.
  
  Nathan prefers being indoors while lazing around. There're no demons to worry about and he doesn't have to deal with other people. Of course, he still has to go outside to earn money for food and his hobbies, but just taking a step out his front door is a chore and everything else is taxing in more ways than one. He doesn't hide this displeasure of his either.
  
  Regardless of his grievances and preference to avoid danger, Nathan still gets the job done, even if he complains while doing it. He isn't on a noble crusade, but he also isn't heartless enough to ignore a person who's in danger. As someone that's very aware of his limitations, he just prefers to avoid anything unpleasant. Since that's not always an option, all he can do is gripe.
  
• History
  The Pierce family has a long history of hunting demons, having spent hundreds of years displaying their ability and earning countless accomplishments. Out of the many branches, there is only one that holds true power, able to command diligently trained hunters as they see fit. Nathan had the honor of being born into the main branch as the grandson of the highest authority.
  
  Every member of the Pierce family was expected to grow into a skilled hunter and were trained from birth in order to meet that expectation. The same went for Nathan. However, as someone that would eventually become a future head of the family, he was held to a much higher standard. He couldn't simply be good. He had to be the best, a hunter without equal. That made it all the more disappointing when he displayed a level of incompetence that had never been seen.
  
  No matter how much he trained, Nathan failed to produce the results that were expected of him. While he was only a child, his ineptitude was an embarrassment for the family. Even the most distant relatives with the thinnest blood held more worth than him. Being treated as garbage and having to endure ridicule from his own family was difficult, but his father also had his own fair share of problems. Having a talentless son was frustrating enough on its own, but the embarrassment of failing to raise a proper hunter was far worse. Not only did it reflect poorly on him, but his father as well. Facing as much pressure from the family as Nathan, both of the elder hunters resorted to alternative methods in order to get the results they desired.
  
  Nathan was lacking in many areas, but it was his personality that proved the most troublesome. Even for a child, he was feeble and lacked the guts that were necessary for the family profession. A meek and timid thing that would cower at the sight of his own shadow. The mere thought of a demon was too much for him to handle. Before dealing with his other shortcomings, his father and grandfather thought it would be best to start by correcting his fear. The best way to do that would be through exposure. If he could properly face a demon and experience what it was like to kill one, the other pieces would eventually fall into place. Although, in his condition, it was impossible to fight one on his own. In their minds, there was only one way to achieve this.
  
  Treated more like a prisoner than a family member, Nathan was locked in a dark room that was akin to a dungeon. There was no sound or sunlight, only the faint glow of melting candles. Illuminated by the embers, there sat the thing that was meant to change him into something else. Overcome with fear, he was faced with his fellow prisoner. This demon would be his only way out. Unless he managed to kill it and prove himself, he'd be locked away forever and left to rot. At least, that's how things were supposed to go.
  
  While he was terrified at first, Nathan slowly realized that he wasn't being harmed. Instead of lunging at him with bloodlust, the small form of the demon was cowering with fear. It was a tiny thing, tucked away in the corner as it tried to hide from the human that was much bigger. It was in the same predicament as him, trapped in a dark room and left alone with a monster.
  
  Whether it was because of his childish naivety or a desperate need to not feel alone, Nathan eventually tried reaching out to the small creature. At first, it only shrank away, fearing death just like him. However, the two began to warm up to each other, seeking the comfort of someone else in order to escape the horrible situation they had been placed in.
  
  Nathan wasn't sure how long they were trapped in that room, but it was enough for him to form some sort of friendship with the demon that called himself Ifrit. To pass the time, they played games and talked about themselves, discussing the things they liked and disliked. Despite their many obvious differences, they had just as much in common. It was a strange feeling. Until that point, he had only ever spoken to his relatives, their discussions limited to criticisms and family matters before lessons began. Ifrit was the first person he could truly talk to, someone he actually enjoyed being around. Even though the events that led up to it had been horrible, Nathan was grateful that he had made a friend for the first time. Although, the ones responsible for their meeting felt no such joy.
  
  Not only did he fail to kill such a weak demon, but he befriended it as well. It was an understatement to say that his father and grandfather weren't pleased. Their opinion of him only worsened and their patience was wearing thin. In order to push the boy over the edge, they made one final attempt at turning him into a hunter.
  
  At the beginning of his trial, Nathan had been provided with food through a slot, but it eventually stopped coming. It was impossible for him to tell how many days had passed, but the hunger only grew worse with time. Not only did it take a toll on his body, but his mind began to suffer as well. He truly thought he had been abandoned and left to wither away. He was deteriorating, battling his emotions and the pit in his stomach. The same went for Ifrit. Even though they had built a friendship during their time in captivity, things like that were slowly but surely forgotten. In that state, it was only a matter of time before someone cracked.
  
  When someone finally came to check up on the two after a long period of silence, there was only one body. The intent was to force the boy's hand through hunger, hoping that he'd finally do what needed to be done in order to leave. However, not once did they consider he'd satisfy his hunger before leaving.
  
  While it wasn't in the way that they expected, Nathan's trial succeeded in making him more competent. It seemed as though consuming the demon managed to kick start his magical abilities, putting him in a much better position than he was before. Despite his gradual improvement, however, other members of his family became aware of what he had done and distanced themselves from him, viewing him with disgust. Rather than being ostracized for his lack of talent, he was looked down upon for his barbaric actions. Even though they hunted demons, they never would have considered doing something so impure. His grandfather, however, had a different opinion.
  
  While members from the other branches viewed him negatively, his father and the current head associated his improvement with the consumption of demons. It was their hope that by eating more, he'd continued to grow stronger. To ensure his growth, both his father and grandfather would force him to accompany them on hunts, making sure to pick out various body parts from their kills as meals.
  
  This continued for several years, the routine lasting until Nathan finally came of age. However, rather than take a leadership position in the family, he chose to abandon it. Without saying anything, he left home, trying to distance himself from it a much as he could. He hated the business he had been forced into and wanted to live life on his own terms. Unfortunately, being trained for only one purpose his entire life made that difficult.
  
  Trying to adapt to normal living didn't go very well for him. He had no formal education and no skills. He didn't get along with people very well either, so working in customer service wasn't really an option. Because of his predicament, he made a quick return to the life of a hunter, but without someone hovering over him and making all the decisions. He made a living by taking contracts and using the money to pay for necessities, but a fair amount of money went towards funding a few of the new hobbies he had pickled up. When not slaying demons, he confined himself to his room, refusing to leave. He was perfectly content living out the remainder of his days in a comforting space filled with games and figures of his favorite fictional characters. Unfortunately, the money he was making wasn't enough. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't great at marketing himself. So, in order to get more, he began looking into guilds until finally settling on Vexpara.
  
  Certifications and Accolades
  Independent Hunter's License
  Federal Infernal Magics Special License
  Concealed Carry Permit, Nationwide
  
• Armament
  Honestly, Nathan wishes he was a ranged fighter, but he wasn't trained for that. Not using the family sword wasn't gonna fly with his dad, so he often has to keep things up close and personal in a fight with a Truesilver blade, much to his chagrin. In order to get a little more distance between him and the demons. he carries a set of knives that he can throw pretty accurately. Each knife has a small hole in the grip, allowing them to be carried along wires lined with Truesilver. Thanks to his use of magic, the challenge of hitting targets and restraining them with his wires is lessened.
  
  Magic
  Not being a fan of pain, Nathan uses Gate magic as a way to avoid taking hits in battle. While he isn't as skilled as the guildmaster, he's able to utilize portals to move his body and prevent his limbs from getting torn off, coupling well with his magic shields. Instead of focusing on his body alone, he also tries to carefully track his enemy's movements in a fight and use his portals to keep them at a distance. Doing so tends to leave them confused, since their limbs appear disconnected from their bodies.
  
  In addition to moving around his body and weapons, Nathan uses portals to improve the accuracy of his Wrath Magic. By changing the path of his lightning and fire, he's able to increase his precision and land powerful blows.
  
  Shortcomings
  While he may use his magic to help make up for it, Nathan is still lacking when it comes to physical strength. Despite being skilled with his weapons and in hand-to-hand combat, it's not always enough to fill the gap between his power and the overwhelming brute force of larger demons. In addition, he also lacks training with standard magic, making entirely reliant on infernal.

 

[Aldur]

Haruka Tsukiko

Mimic​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities

• Essentials
  Name: Haruka Tsukiko
  Also known as: Haru, Denizen of the EDGE,
  Role: Guildmate
  Age: 35
  Gender: Female
  Species: Lesser Demon
  Blood: I++
  Type: Blooden
  
  Appearance: A striking pair of blue eyes peer through the white bangs that hang across her forehead from which short and slender horns protrude. Haruka’s skin colour is a reddish purple and adorned with lively tattoos from a time when she believed them fitting. One could assume she’s proud of them, still, with how liberally she shows them to the world.
  
  Persona: The path to redemption is arduous and lengthy. But she treks this journey, still. Outwardly, she reveals the appearance of a rowdy, raunchy, young punk. Inwardly, she tries to exercise control and restraint. She flirts with the contrast of her outward appearance versus how she tends to act. Her persona borrows bits and pieces from human philosophers, whom she studied to better understand humans and, ultimately, herself, noting the similarities between her and humans, and where they end.
• History
  Haruka is a Japanese import. She was raised in a particularly intolerant region of the country, where the chances she would end up with a bad crowd were infinitely higher than going to a prestigious university. Interestingly enough, she found the unbalanced individuals she ran with to be quite open-minded when it came to her kind so when she found them, it didn’t take long before she was assimilated into their gang. As tolerant as they may have been of her, it was society they weren’t so tolerant of. Their grief was understandable and deserving of sympathy, but their actions were unjustifiable. Towards Haruka’s late teens, her gang was actively engaging in anti-social behaviour: vandalism, theft, assault of innocent members of the society that shunned them, violence against authorities…
  
  It all fell into perfect chaos when Haruka first felt the hunger, the ambition to become a more powerful demon. By that time, her “friends” actively raided adversary gangs in their region. The particular raid in which she felt the temptation of murder was to be carried against a more powerful and influential organization. They were to infiltrate a warehouse filled to the brim with priceless artefacts. That is where she found her sword. It made perfect sense. With a fiendish sword in her hands, it was as if the decision was already made before she could give it sufficient thought.
  
  The raid didn’t go as planned. By the time it was over, the warehouse had turned into a spontaneous battleground for warring factions. Blood was on her hands. She fled the scene as soon as she realized what was going on.
  
  She’s fled her life.
  
  Now, in the land of opportunity, she leads a new life, different from her old. She has taken to reading famed human philosophers and is quite a fan of stoicism. Currently, she aims to expand her collection of books and break into hardcore German thinkers, like Nietzsche and Jung.
  
  Certifications and Accolades
  Independent Hunter's License
  International Exorcism Committee Member
  Concealed Carry Permit, Nationwide
  
• Armament
  A Nagimaka which is heavily inscribed with incantations and imbued with magic. It allows Haruka to attack viciously, employing the help of a deadly illusion, a replica of herself. The sword itself moves with demonic fluidity and haste. The extra range helps with hard to reach targets and the extra long hilt gives more leverage. A grandmaster swordsmith had crafted the vessel, while a proficient thaumaturge had blessed it with a frightful thirst for the blood of men and demons alike.
  
  A Hudson H9 handgun, with an anodized finish to match the colours of its owner, though it lingers closer to magenta. It’s chambered in 9x19mm, having a magazine with 15 neatly packed bullets, eager to dig into fiendish flesh.
  
  A Chiappa Rhino chambered in .357 Magnum with a wicked sick paint job marrying slick Italian design with Japanese imagery worthy of being inked permanently to the body of a Japanese street boss.
  
  Magic
  Enchanting as her presence might be, Haruka has only briefly touched on the arcane. She is skilled at simple yet effective spells, with a focus on Illusion and Wrath spells, which she is more acquainted with.
  
  Shortcomings
  The chaos of her early years still finds its way to the surface. Under stressful situations, Haruka might lose her cool, prompting her to be impulsive and demanding of her teammates. She might appear recalcitrant or even aggressive, but such explosions of emotion are then almost immediately followed by regret and apologies, which might delay action further.
  

 

[The One Called X]

Angelica Hudson​

"My parents thought they were funny, I guess."​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities

• Essentials
  Name: Angelica Hudson
  Also known as: No. Nicknames. Allowed.
  Role: Guildmate
  Age: 21
  Gender: Female
  Species: Lesser demon
  Blood: N
  Type: Augur
  
  

  

  
  Appearance: Angelica is tall, 5'11'', and scrawny. She's lost the dull-eyed, half-starved look she had before steady meals were a part of her life, but she's still got an air of unsteadiness that she can't shake no matter how much she boasts about her magical prowess. Her features are delicate, the eyes piercing, the mouth soft. Her hair is dark, long, and curly. When using glamour to appear human, she has dark skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. In her true, demonic form, her skin is blue-gray and her hair is an inhuman shade of black, unnatural and light-eating. Her irises are a luminous yellow-gold, with almost no whites and snakelike pupils.
  
  Angelica moves, most of the time, like she's trying to take up space. There's times that her walk is more of a swagger, with a certain confidence and assurance, an insistence that she be noticed and remembered. It's undermined by dozens of tiny tells of imperfect health- she favors her left leg, has moments of dizziness, tends to panic and ramble during stressful conversations. Her voice is smooth, pleasant, and tinged with a drawling accent.
  
  Persona: Angelica is a lot of things.
  
  First and foremost, she's cocky. She is exceptionally good at what she does, and she knows it, and she's just a little smug about it. She figures she has a right to be proud, especially when faced with the kind of suspicion that can follow an unsubjugated demon of uncommon strength. She doesn't much care. She's met Greater demons, and she'd chew off her right arm before she willingly turned into that.
  
  She's brave, the kind that comes from being afraid most of the time. Selectively stubborn- just on the things that really matter. Cares more about getting what she wants and doing the right thing than winning arguments. She's loyal to Vexpara because she believes in what they do- it's a conditional thing. Stay honest, stay upright, and she'll stay on because she believes in the mission.
  
  She's cautious with people. Not hostile, or opposed to the idea of having friends, just... wary. It takes time for her to start trusting someone. She likes people, but she knows from personal experience that they have a great capacity to be awful.
  
  She's obsessed with food. She eats more than it seems like a girl her size should, and hides food in her room- half because it makes her feel safe, and half because she tends to wake up starving in the middle of the night. She always has at least three snacks on her person at any given time. Food is the one thing that isn't a grand moral principle that she will fight someone over. She spent most of her childhood underfed, and she's not about to be self-conscious about catching up.
• History
  Angelica's story is just about the same as any other homeless kid in New York. She doesn't remember much about her birth family- just that she was unwanted. She's not even entirely sure what kind of demon she is- some sort of mutt, with characteristics from different tribes of weaker demons; not fully belonging with any of them. She remembers being afraid and hungry at home, and then running away and being afraid and hungry on the streets. She still has a mistrust of cops and social workers, though she's starting to wonder if life would've been easier in foster care.
  
  She grew up using her magic to defend herself when necessary, and in her teens she realized that she was different from other lesser demons- stronger, more intuitive. Talented. She had a way out.
  
  She signed on with Vexpara a week after her 21st birthday. She has a place to live and a steady paycheck, in spite of being self-taught and having no experience or mentors to recommend her. It's like a dream come true. She still hides food in her room, still has bad dreams sometimes and trouble trusting people, but it's getting better. She has a real future now.
  
  Certifications and Accolades
  Independent Hunter's License
  Federal Infernal Magics Special License
  GED (This was the difficult one.)
  
• Armament
  Angelica doesn't carry truesilver, for obvious reasons. She also can't have guns, due to her lack of a permit. She relies almost exclusively on her magic.
  
  Magic
  Angelica has a level of raw power nearly unheard of for a young, untrained lesser demon. It's unclear why- a simple fluke of genetics, an effect of her mixed demonic bloodlines, or (her favorite explanation) simple genius. She can deal a lot of damage, but is still greatly inexperienced. As a demon, her magic is more instinctive than structured- to her, incantations are more limiting than helpful. Her lack of a formal magical education has encouraged her to be creative, adaptable, less straightforward than most demons; her use of magic almost echoes the versatility of standard spells- though she cannot, of course, circumvent the basic nature of infernal magic, only the way she applies it.
  
  Wrath could be called her specialty, the thing that makes her indispensable. It's the only classification in which she is truly on par with a trained and experienced caster. She can summon red lightning, pillars of flame, massive shields. Her control of Wrath magics is almost perfect.
  
  The same can't be said for her Gates. She can create them, but cannot sustain them for more than a minute.
  
  As far as offensive Plague magic, she can turn her saliva and sweat corrosive, burning skin on contact, and with a bit more effort can turn her breath into miasma. She can heal her own minor surface injuries more or less automatically- bruises, scrapes, or shallow cuts. Puncture wounds and other injuries that affect muscle- like sprains or more severe bruises- takes more effort, and while she can do the magical equivalent of emergency triage for major injuries involving bone or organs, she cannot actually heal them- just temporarily keep them from getting worse. She avoids trying to heal other people unless the situation is absolutely desperate- she simply doesn't have the control and training for that to be safe.
  
  She can use deceit magic fairly easily to switch between her true form and her human guise. She has a difficult time with making herself invisible, but she can hide small objects (anything that can fit in her hand) from anyone who isn't looking too hard. She's working on creating illusions that will hold up to scrutiny, but for now she is fairly adept at creating undefined illusions in an opponent's peripheral vision, which works effectively as a distraction technique.
  
  Shortcomings
  Angelica is strong, no two ways about it- trouble is, that strength is unpredictable. Her magic is instinctive, and that makes it quick and adaptable- but it also means that sometimes, she doesn't know what she's doing until after it's done. More than that, her lack of formal training means that she's missing a lot of the basics of casting- her unconventional approach, while one of her greatest strengths, can also be a weakness when she's unable to do something relatively basic because she was never taught. She can be incapacitated and her magics negated by truesilver. Due to the unstable nature of her magic, it can be difficult for her to tell when she's reaching her limit. She never has- yet- but that just means that she doesn't know what will happen if (when) she does. Without magic, she's a sitting duck. She doesn't have a license to carry weaponry, and even if she did, she's physically weak and won't last long in a serious fight.
  
  She also has yet to encounter the true danger and chaos of Infernal magic. She thinks that the bloodlust doesn't affect her that strongly- one more thing that makes her special.
  
  She's wrong. It just hasn't hit her full force yet. It will, though- and soon.

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[CerpinTaxt]

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Robyn Olivier
The Eagle​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities

• Essentials
  Name: Robyn Olivier
  Also known as: The Eagle
  Role: Guildmate/Resident Gunsmith
  Age: 26
  Gender: Male
  Species: Human
  Blood: O+
  Type: Crane
  
  

  

  
  Appearance: Robyn stands at about 5'7, and has a slim build. He's somewhat pale and has long white hair and much of his body is hidden behind his clothing. A grey peacoat and dark gloves, a pair of dark trousers and boots are his usual attire, sometimes accompanied by a jeep cap. He's rather frail looking, which becomes more obvious during longer missions.
  
  Persona: Robyn is rarely seen without a smile, trying his best to lift the mood and be the kind soul of the group. He has no intention of letting his illnesses get the better of him, always trying to outdo himself. He even has refused help from others, seeing it as pity because of how he was born. Cheery, self-confident, and a huge fan of sweet or spicy food. He's very attached to his firearms and has even scolded other members for the treatment of their own weapons.
• History
  Robyn comes from a long line of gunsmiths and hunters, his family renounced for their excellent craftsmanship and impressive marksmanship. He was born with a weak immune system, leaving him stuck at home for many years; prestigious tutors and teachers teaching him either from his computer or at home. He wasn't expected to carry on the families legacy due to his frail body, disgracing the family from birth. He always felt as if he had something to prove, and always tried to fight the odds that were against him. He was determined to prove that he wasn't weak, and that strength comes from more than just the body. He began to compete in various shooting competitions when he hit 16, ignoring the protesting of his family as he worked on making a name for himself any way he could. He would go on to win a good deal of them as he went on to graduate from College at the age of 21, and then once more at 23 with two separate degrees.
  
  Not long after, he'd join Vexpara as a gunsmith to help repair and handle the organization's equipment though his role changed over time to become a Crane in Vexpara as well.
  Certifications and Accolades
  Federal Firearms License
  
  Concealed Carry Permit
  
  Associate's Degree in Engineering
  
  Bachelor's Degree in Mechanical Engineering
  
  Independent Hunter's License
  
  The 'Olivier' Family Name
  
  Several competition medals and ribbons of various shooting events
  
• Armament
  
  Spoiler: Henry 'Big Boy' Lever Action, chambered in .45 Colt

  
  Using a modern semi-automatic rifle with custom truesilver bullets is an issue, with most hand loads providing insufficient energy to cycle a weapon. Robyn's hand loads are often just enough to provide his custom truesilver rounds with enough power to do sufficient damage while preventing as much damage to the truesilver in the hollow point rounds as possible. .45 Colt was the best choice in caliber, due to its ease of accessibility and the fact he could carry several rounds of the same caliber that could be used in his firearms. This rifle, in particular, is used more in missions that occur in forests or longer ranges as the longer barrel and the fact it's a full-length rifle allows him to hit at long ranges.
  
  
  Spoiler: Colt Single Action, chambered in .45 Colt

  
  An American classic, holstered at his left side in a cross-draw fashion. A backup weapon for when targets become too close and he hasn't enough time to use his rifle. Seeing as it's single-action, he has to pull the hammer back after every shot. Despite this, he's remarkably quick with the weapon.
  
  
  Spoiler: Mare's Leg, chambered in .45 Colt

  
  A lever action rifle, dramatically reduced in size and given a shorter barrel and stock. This is used as a primary weapon of sorts in missions where is full rifle would just hinder him. Places like sewers, or buildings in general.
  
  It should be noted he only brings the full-length rifle or the 'Mare's Leg'. He doesn't bring both.
  
  
  Spoiler: Beretta Px4 Storm, chambered in 9mm

  
  This isn't a weapon that's brought often. Usually just what Robyn carries on his person when he's not on a mission. He only carries normal ammunition for it, and the only time he brings it is during emergencies or in situations that make him unable to bring the rest of his equipment.
  Magic
  Robyn has some capability with standard magic, using the magic to create illusions of himself to distract and mislead anyone looking for him. He can create a single decoy, one that can be easily mistaken for him; or a small amount of 'silhouette' decoys. Silhouette decoys are used typically at night or when Robyn is in the trees so that he may use the environment in his favor. He can even imitate the sounds of gunfire and footsteps.
  
  Shortcomings
  Robyn's frail body was not built for close combat, preventing him from being able to reliably defend himself in situations that require hand-to-hand combat. He relies on his firearms to defend himself and do his job, if he loses them then he is practically useless. His immune system is also weaker than the average persons, making him take extra precautions and be extra careful to prevent him from becoming sick.

 

[simj26]

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Ainsley Davis

Haunted​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities

• Essentials
  Name:
  Ainsley Davis
  
  Also known as:
  Responds unfavourably to any nickname; other personnel advised to refer to her by her given name
  
  Role:
  Guildmate
  
  Age:
  28
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Species:
  Human
  
  Blood:
  A-
  
  Type:
  Crane
  
  Appearance: In older pictures, Davis had straight, dark-brown hair and eyes. After Operation Broken Wing, however, her hair colour has receded into a pale white, and her remaining eye is golden, possibly due to the after-effects of being exposed to heavy emytherium poisoning. She stands at about 5'7". She has a notable beauty mark at the corner of her remaining eye. She bears a gruesome scar across her right eye, and covers it, and the mangled eye, up with an eyepatch.
  
  Persona:
  Davis does not interact much with the other Vexpara personnel, and as such, information about her behaviour is extremely limited and undocumented. Interviews with leading personnel, such as Guild Master Lattimore, and ex-colleagues, such as Hunter-Captain Valentin have reaped no results. Further inquiries ongoing. Davis is noted to be more interactive with a bottle of whiskey more so than actual persons, and can be found at a corner of the guild or splayed on her couch that she calls a bed in her quarters, nursing a bottle or having what can only be called 'sleep', though her contorted expression does not hint at a peaceful one.
  
  She is an individual whose self-perceived sins and faults lie heavy on her shoulders, and she is prone to blaming herself, often only to herself, no less. She removes herself from others, and keeps her opinions to herself. Her modus operandi is just to work with whatever she has, and rarely refuses or complains. While certainly cooperative, this may pose some danger to her health.
  
  
• History
  An SAS operative who was drafted into Sector 3 for her aptitude as both a soldier and a hunter. She operated under Task Force Epsilon-4. Submitted reports mention that Epsilon-4 was deployed to cover the retreat of a fellow unit during Operating Broken Wing. However, on the retreat of the aforementioned unit, Epsilon-4 quickly moved to intercept and contain a high-level threat, in spite of orders. The operation was successful, but at the cost of heavy casualties from Epsilon-4. In the face of heavy casualties and few able-bodied operatives remaining, Epsilon-4 was disbanded. The living operatives either joined other Task Forces, or retired from duty. Davis returned home, and for her service and gallantry in the face of the enemy, she was awarded the Victoria Cross.
  
  For personal reasons, Davis joined Vexpara some years after the disbanding of Epsilon-4.
  
  Certifications and Accolades
  Independent Hunter's License
  International Exorcism Committee Member
  Concealed Carry Permit, Nationwide
  Federal Infernal Magics Special License
  Victoria Cross
  
  
• Armament
  Not including her time and experience as an SAS operative and, later, Sector 3, she is a savant when it comes to armaments, being able to identify and proficiently operate any modern firearm.
  
  By default, she prefers the UCIW 5.56x45mm carbine due to its compact build and flexibility, and carries a SIG Sauer P226 as a sidearm. In most urban operations, she also carries a Remington 870 12-Gauge, equipped with breaching rounds. She has two truesilver combat knives on her self at all times, one hidden in her boot, and one sheathed on her shoulder.
  
  Magic
  Davis’ magic allows her to detect beings, demons, humans, and anything in between in a short radius around her, removing the need for modern surveillance tools. She is proficient enough to not only differentiate between different types of beings, but is also able to track their positions.
  
  Shortcomings
  Davis suffers from severe depression, and is noted to have a history of suicidal thoughts. While this does not affect her work ethics or her performance on-field, her affliction manifests as an overbearing sense of responsibility of any personnel under her command or jurisdiction. Her reactions can range from anywhere between rage (usually directed towards herself) to sorrow. Her emotional fluctuations is mitigated somewhat by her consumption of alcoholic beverages, and she is aware of this. As a result, she has developed an over-reliance on them.
  
  She is heavily distrustful of demons, and refuses to look them in the eye, or see them as people. There is reason to believe that her disdain of them is linked to the events surrounding Epsilon-4’s demise.
  

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Katsura Kagenetsu
H.R.​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities

• Essentials
  Name: Katsura Kagenetsu
  Also known as: She thinks "K" sounds pretty cool.
  Role: Guildmate
  Age: 29
  Gender: Female
  Species: Human
  Blood: A+
  Type: Ouro
  Appearance: A woman who put a decent amount of effort into appearances, Kagenetsu is about a green-looking as a hunter can get. She's yet to contract the ever-present grimace that half of the hunters in the world seem to have been cursed with, instead sporting a determined spark in her eye that speaks of an extreme ignorance, be it willful or not.
  
  Persona: Kagenetsu goes out of her way to present herself as being extremely approachable and open-hearted. She believes that the optimal way to go about the human experience is one founded on bonds between oneself and those around them. This is perhaps the reason for her apparent philanthropism, despite the apparent lack of tragedy or (close) heritage in her life that would inspire one to take up the hunter lifestyle.
  
  True her her former position, she'll go out of her way to communicate with her current guild-mates and understand their troubles. If she's able to aid them, she will, and if she's unable to then she'll at least work to provide support. This comes as a surprise to some of her original co-workers, having reported her as being considerably more short-tempered and 'mopey' during her time with them. Her sense of responsibility has apparently been much more consistent, though, having agreed or volunteered to more than her fair share of undesirable duties in the past.
  
  All in all, she's someone who seems determined to shake the burdensome reputation that the hunter guilds carry, whether it be for their sake or her own.
• History
  New to the position, but not the business, Kagenetsu's involvement with hunter guilds dates back ten years. Despite not originally intending to involve herself in the hunter business, she found herself employed as a junior member of the management team at one of the larger guilds on the American continent. She found the position through one of her uncles, a senior Hunter at the organization, and reportedly only meant to stay long enough to improve her resume at the time. She instead ended up involving herself with the organization for the better half of her young adult life.
  
  After four years at the organization, she'd managed to move far enough up the ladder of employment to become one of the more senior members of the team. With this position came an increase of her interactions with the hunters of the organization, often being one of the first faces that a complaint or request would be thrown at. It is through these increased interactions that it was discovered that she had inherited her uncle's ability to practice Standard Magic, having apparently managed to perform a basic spell at the goading of a drunk workmate. Following this, she underwent a in-house training course that introduced her to the basics of Infernal and Standard Magic, though she did not elect to transfer from her office position to a field one after completion.
  
  It was only in the years following this that a resolve was fostered in her to take up field work, half driven by guilt and half by philanthropy. Despite it seeming like the most logical choice though, she still decided against transferring to the field division of her former organization, having learned from her time in mangement. that the higher ups took the "R" in H.R. much more seriously than the "H". For the following year she worked with a number of guilds as a 'freelance' Ouro, before eventually settling on joining the guild 'Vexpara' permanently.
  
  Certifications and Accolades
  Independent Hunter's License
  
• Armament
  Avoiding the use of lethal weapons, Kagenetsu instead carries an assortment of utility based armaments into battle instead. Her bulk of her resources are put into obtaining as many conventional smoke, tear, and flash grenades as legally possible, as well as however many truesilver-enhanced variants of the lot she can afford.
  
  Magic
  A pure Ouro, Kagenetsu's magical studies have been entirely focused on the healing of her allies, and the enhancement of their own abilities. Rather than investing her time into learning battle-healing, capable to sewing a wound shut in seconds, she's instead specialized in 'stabilizing' magic. This entails healing a target only so much as to ensure that their wounds do not threaten their life, so that they can be properly dealt with by emergency services. She is capable of Plague-based healing magic, but is hesitant to make use of it.
  
  Outside of healing magic, she's also learned to buff her allies physical and magical abilities. This is achieved by reinforcing their bodies with magical energy, in a manner similar to Wrath Magic, and funneling her own magical power into her allies spells, respectively. However, she can only enhance Standard magic.
  Shortcomings
  Due to her sole focus on support-based magic, Kagenetsu is laughably incompetent in a combat situation. Her only choice in a one-on-one confrontation is to run and seek help. Furthermore, while her approach to healing is certainly efficient and good for use on civilians, it does the the punch that a more traditional Ouro may bring to the team.

 

[Roleplay Skittle]

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And like the glass... her life was shattered...​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities
• Armaments
• Extras

• Name: Irma Grace Beauregard
  Also known as: Catherine Irma Whittmore
  Role: Guildmate / Biochemist
  Age: 27
  Gender: Female
  Species: Human
  Blood: A-
  Type: Ouro
  
  

  

  
  Appearance: Irma has a relatively petite frame, standing at only 5’3” and weighing 120 lbs. While she is athletic she’s not incredibly toned and the majority of her height comes from her long legs on account of her torso being rather short though not without a distinct hourglass shape.
  
  With a heritage that stems from France, she is easily marked as caucasian though she maintains a healthy skin tone despite the fact that it’s evident that she doesn’t spend much time in the sun. The most distinguishable marks on her generally unmarked skin are the scars around her right eye. Not only did her iris become discolored after a violent attack when she was young, going from a brilliant blue to a rather ill shade of yellow, but that side of her face was also left somewhat disfigured. The scars that surround her right eye reach past her hairline and around her right ear, also leaving her right ear marred. Also contributed to the same events that lead to her facial scarring, the palms of her hands have distinct scarring.
  
  Her hair is a relatively pale shade of blonde and is thick, straight, and just a little feathery. She wears it all mostly one length, just past her shoulders and she generally doesn’t do anything very extravagant with it, mostly just casual styles such as putting it up in a ponytail, a braid, and sometimes a messy high bun.
  
  Much as her hair is worn in a relatively casual manner and one that does not call out for attention, so is her sense of style when it comes to her manner of dress. She’d rather go unnoticed so doesn’t wear anything too revealing or extravagant. She usually wears a plain top with jeans or slacks and sticks to darker colors for the most part, generally browns and black. Her shoes are always practical and she can never be seen wearing any very fashionable footwear or high heels. When she has time to prepare for a job and it isn't just spur of the moment, she also tends to dress professionally for the part.
  
  Despite the scars she bears, she doesn’t tend to try and hide them, going without even an eye patch most days even though she is practically blind in her right eye. Although she does wear a simple black patch on days her eye is particularly dry or when she doesn’t want to be noticed as much and she can very often be seen wearing a ball cap usually displaying no affiliation. In the area of accessories, as far as jewelry her tastes are extremely minimal and she is only ever seen wearing the silver cross that Estevan and Father Alonso gave her and one of the only things she has left of her family, a ring that was her mother’s.
  
  Persona: Despite no lack of confidence, Irma could be considered shy. She prefers that others not get close enough to really know her but at the same time she has a desire to be trusted and a need to trust others. She is not fond of speaking about herself and only does so when absolutely required. She doesn't like to recount her past and prefers to live in the present. If she does open up and tell someone about her past despite her general thinking that the past is irrelevant where it doesn't help the future, and it isn't being required of her to do so, it shows that she has come to trust them enough that she thinks they should know.
  
  She is considerably reserved and quiet, not very talkative unless it is necessary - she prefers to say nothing unless something needs to be said. She isn't opinionated and is generally obedient stemming from years spent in a convent. That is not so say she doesn't have opinions, she just doesn't share them with anyone unless asked and even then she generally will just agree with whatever is commonly acceptable if her opinion differs from anyone involved in the conversation in order to avoid confrontation. Of course she isn't afraid of confrontation, she just avoids it where it doesn't matter such as in casual conversation. If there is a need to be upfront because lives are involved or important decisions need to be made, she will give her input.
  
  Typically level headed, she can stay calm in the face of a storm but certain things can trigger memories that can catch her off guard and when possible she tries to avoid them. Though it often isn't possible to avoid some of those things and so she can on occasion be seen mouthing prayer in order to stave off her more intense bouts of anxiety.
  
  When her memories are triggered she loses her calm and can appear rather skittish and during more severe episodes, fearful to the point of hallucinations and violence. Outside of using prayer to keep these incidents at bay, Irma uses her skills with medicine to try and prevent them.
• History
  “I remember… it was durin’ Katrina. Daddy said he’d be home to get us so we could evacuate… we’d waited too long for him and it got to where we just couldn’t leave without him.” At first her hands were on top of the cold metal table she sat at, though they slid off as she looked down at them, clasping them together on her lap as she pursed her lips, the strands of her blonde hair that hung just a few inches past her shoulders shading the sides of her face for a moment as she gathered herself before gently clearing her throat, “It was dark and the first floor was already floodin’ so we were sittin’ on mom and dad’s bed on the second floor… Pete was on his DS -- I swear the only thing that could have affected him durin’ that storm was if his battery died.”
  
  Irma chuckled softly as she remembered her brother fondly, though her expression soon turned somber again as her fingertips idly found the silver chain around her neck, a cross hanging from it, “Lily was holdin’ a flashlight over the book she was readin’ and mama was standin’ at the window. And me…” She shook her head and released her necklace, letting it fall back down onto the black ribbed turtleneck she wore as she pressed some of her hair back behind her unadorned ear.
  
  “I don’t think any of us heard them… the wind was blowin’ too hard and all the rain…” her voice trailed a bit on the last word of her sentence as she slouched slightly, her gaze drifting with a far off look in her mismatched eyes, “it all just drowned out any other sounds,” her voice was barely a mumble as her hands moved to press against the sides of the hard chair she sat on, her fingers curling around the seat on either side of her as she was lost in her own memory for a moment, her breath catching.
  
  She drew in a shuddering breath, her gaze still firmly planted on a point somewhere ahead of her and to the right, as though she were seeing everything she were about to say before she said it, “it all happened so fast… the window… the sound of the glass as it shattered… I thought it was just a branch or... you know, somethin’ gettin’ loose in the storm and breakin’ it,” her face wore an anxious sort of smile that was really some sort of grimace combined with a laugh, an expression that voiced her feeling of still reeling disbelief of what she was even saying, “then there was the screamin’...”
  
  Irma’s hands were moved from her chair, grasping her upper arms tightly as her voice began to waver and her eyes began to water, she was unblinking, “mama was screamin’... she was screamin’ for us to run.” She gasped and released the breath in a small whimper as a tear streamed down her cheek under her blue eye. Her right eye, the one whose color had faded and was marred by scars that surrounded it only seemed to become red and irritated. With shaky breaths she continued, “I scooped up Pete and yelled for Lily to come on… and we ran for the bathroom…”
  
  Her eyes squinted shut as she leaned towards the table, lowering her head, her hair hiding her face. Her breath was shaky and her body trembled, the tears leaking from her eye and pattering noisily on the table before her in tiny puddles. All that could be heard was the sound of her labored breaths as she tried to steady them, as she tried to steady her nerves. Her fingertips dug into the dark fabric of her tight shirt sleeves, the opal gemstone of her antique silver ring glimmering softly in the bright overhead light.
  
  Eventually she spoke again. Her voice was clear and devoid of emotion, as though she were suppressing it, trying to talk without feeling so that she didn’t break down. Taking a deep breath, she looked up from the table, though her hands did not loosen from her upper arms, “Lily… she… I thought she had fallen in the hallway but… but one of those things had gotten her. She was screamin’ for help but I was still holdin’ Pete… I couldn’t… I ran. I ran into the bathroom.”
  
  She shook her head briskly and grit her teeth as she continued to struggle with her words, the memory threatening to engulf her, “then I could hear Pete… he was screamin’... I didn't have him anymore. They got him... they got him and Lily and Mama," she started to rock back and forth just slightly as her hands moved to her face, her fingertips pressing against her closed eyes as she continued to hide behind her hair, "I heard the bathroom mirror crack... then my face... it was burnin’... I felt like my head was bein’ crushed…” her right hand shakily moved from her eye and across her face, grazing over the scar pattern that surrounded her eye and stretched back to her ear, leaving it marked by the event as well.
  
  Her voice trembled slightly before it seemed to calm and she opened her eyes, lowering her hands to her lap, “there was a bunch of loud poppin’ sounds… like firecrackers almost - and some yellin’... then I fell away from the mirror and I guess I grabbed a piece of it... the thing that had me it let out this sound like a shriek but a roar too...”
  
  “I… I don’t know what happened next… I just remember wakin’ up and I was in a hospital room.” She pressed her hair behind her scarred ear before using the same hand to wipe her tear streaked face, her hands then resuming their position of being folded on the table in front of her just as they had been when she had first begun remembering the harrowing tale of how she had come to where she currently was, “Estevan was the first one I saw. He… he told me what had happened… everyone was gone. All of them.”
  
  Irma’s voice began to quiver again as her words reminded her of the truth. The truth that her family had been destroyed all in one night, her knuckles turned white as her hands gripped each other tighter and she gently closed her eyes, “he said he was sorry… he was sorry that they hadn’t been able to get there sooner… if they had been just a few minutes earlier… mom… Lily… Pete…”
  
  As her voice got choked up in a sob she covered her face with her hands, her fingertips slowly moving to her temples where she gently massaged in an effort to calm herself, “Daddy was never comin’... he was gone before… it’s why Estevan and Father Alonso had come… he asked them to.”
  
  A heavy sigh escaped her, a sound of relief as though she were past the worst of it. She leaned back in the chair, bringing her arms to cross over her stomach though her gaze remained on the table, “they saved me… they saved me.”
  
  Guild Status
  A newer member, Irma has only been with Vexpara for three years. Previously she had been with a guild based in Spain that Father Alonso and Estevan were a part of but she left them to further pursue her education concerning standard and infernal magic and their applications when combined with organic and chemical medications. Her primary role in Vexpara is aiding the Augurs by alleviating the clouding caused by their long term usage of infernal magic as well as disabling damaging or barrier magic placed on objects and people.
  
  Certifications and Accolades
  Independent Hunter's License, International
  International Exorcism Committee Member
  Concealed Carry Permit, Nationwide
  Bachelor of Science in Biochemistry from Universidad de Sevilla (Joint US-UMA)
  Bachelor of Science Degree with a major in Alternative Medicine from Everglades University
  International EMS Certification
  
• Skills
  Mundane
  - All of the practical abilities of a certified EMT
  - Functional knowledge of organic and chemical compounds to be used for benefit or detriment to the target
  - While she is not an expert marksman, she is capable of hitting a target
  - Acceptable swordsman
  
  Magic
  
  Static Spell Detection and Removal
  
  

  Magic used to locate and analyze infernal spells that may have otherwise gone unnoticed. These spells can include:
  
  - Curses
  - Enchantments
  - Traps
  - Barriers
  - Cloaking spells (on inanimate objects)
  - Emytherium danger levels
  - Wards
  
  Specifically, Irma's brand of detection has a primary focus on spells that do not wear off over time and must be removed with magic. This knowledge she gained because of her access to the Archivo General de Indias at Catedral de Santa María de la Sede during her time in Seville which helped Irma become well versed in not only demon psychology but the usage of their magic
  Due to her nature as an Ouro she has taken the lighter path of demonic magic and on studying the composition of static infernal spells she has developed the ability to reverse the magics and thereby dispel them though she is incapable of casting the same kind of spells she reverses.
  Her knowledge in spell reversal is the basis for her ability to remove excess Emytherium from infernal magic users.

  
  
  

  
  
  Emytherium Removal
  
  

  Emytherium is a rather dangerous substance that damages the body of Humans if left unchecked. Because of this the convent where Irma grew up trained Ouros in dealing with the residue left behind. Irma is capable of removing excess Emytherium left in the bodies of infernal magic users. This process is done by the magical application of Emytherium siphoning through the use of a focus. Raw opaque white quartz acts as a good sponge for the Emytherium and is able to contain it. The color of the stone changes from pure white to a purple and black marbled color that seems alive and helps people recognize when a rock has already been used.
  
  Outside of the removal of Emytherium once it has already been absorbed, Irma has also put her knowledge into finding ways of preventing it all together or at the very least minimizing the absorption levels which she does by applying standard and infernal magics to medicinal properties to enhance the beneficial effects of the magics while softening the blow of the detrimental effects. This heal bolstering method is aided in the following ways:
  
  - Administering medication that minimizes the Emytherium absorption from beneficial plague spells while not limiting the healing effects. This is something administered to the Human members of Vexpara a bit like a prescription. They keep their own stash of the medicine and are expected to use it before missions.
  
  - Administering emergency doses of truesilver compounds to lesser demons with dangerously high Emytherium levels. These are used only in emergencies during moments of over saturation and cause the patient to vomit up excess Emytherium thereby lowering their levels to a more acceptable range.

  
  

  
  
  Healing
  
  

  Irma's primary form of healing is through standard magic. While the church does not condemn the use of infernal magic, they prefer that their Ouros have the ability to heal through standard magic because they would rather not endanger hunters with the more dangerous though potent use of plague spells.
  
  Secondarily is Irma's EMT training which she uses jointly with standard healing magic in order to increase it's potency. However, both of these things require some semblance of time and focus and are not easily used when under duress,
  
  Irma's last resort is plague magic because it is the most potent with ease of use. She is most capable of using this in an emergency to quickly heal someone on whom she cannot take the time necessary for her other forms of healing. While it is more dangerous for the one being healed, she counters this with chemical and organic compounds of her own design that she creates in Vexpara's laboratory.

  ​

  
  
  Inconsequential - Fluent in Latin and Spanish outside of English
  
  Shortcomings
  - Irma is mostly blind in her right eye and because of the damage that was inflicted to it when she was younger, she is sometimes irritated by it and often can be seen applying eye drops to it.
  - On occasion she suffers from night terrors and sleep paralysis which she recovers from through prayer.
  - Irma has an acute sensitivity to storms, especially thunder and lightning.
  - Because of her small stature and passive temperament, Irma is not the most imposing figure and often isn't taken seriously at first glance.
• "If shooting them is the best mode of attack, don't. Just run."​
  Truesilver Templar Sword
  
  This weapon was assigned to Irma by the Archdiocese of Seville before she left Spain to travel to the United States. The sword has truesilver edges and a steel base.
  
  Truesilver Bowie Knife
  
  
  An heirloom of her father's, Estevan returned it to her at his request after she had recovered from her injuries. Like the sword she was honored with, the blade is a steel base with truesilver edges.
  
  Karambit
  
  There is nothing particularly special about this weapon. It is a back up in case Irma is left with no other options and really best for eye gouging and artery slicing.
  
  Revolver
  
  
  Not a primary weapon, Irma really only carries it for an emergency or on the occasion that it might be helpful firing it as a distraction.
• Voice Claim: Lucy Elkins, The Knick
  
  The Priest
  
  
  Father Alonso de Caceres - Augur
  
  The Mentor
  
  
  Estevan de Sevilla - Blooden
  
  A Gift from Her Saviors
  
  
  
  Her Mother's Ring
  
  
  
  Go Gear(minus the gun)
  
  
  
  

 

[Katsuya]

​

”Life is better with a slice of pumpkin spice pie.”​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities

• Essentials
  Name: Magnolia Noir
  Also known as: Trick or Maggie
  Age: 26
  Gender: Female
  Species: Half demon
  Role: Guildmate. Crane and part time cook for a year and a half.
  
  

  

  
  Appearance: Most humans wouldn’t believe she is half demon. She didn’t have any of the obvious features a demon would have like wings or tails or claws. However to the most experienced in the field and other demons, they can spot two traits instantly: her hair and her eyes.
  
  Her hair is white as snow, so it tends to catch people’s eye. Though most humans think she found a really good hair stylist to bleach her hair, if they looked any closer, they’ll see that even her roots are pure white. It’s also wild and slightly thick. A bit hard to manage, so she either ties it up in a half ponytail or braids the front part like a half crown; pinning it with a hair clip for work. On a lazy day, she’ll leave it loose and wear a thin flower crown with small foam pumpkins.
  
  Her eye color is a bright neon green. While green is a normal eye color for humans, they still feel a little unsettled whenever they look into her eyes; not realizing that her green eyes are still strange because of how intense the color is. They slightly glow in the dark, but it’s not visible enough for anybody to see if they are not looking for it. Her eyes can glow brighter when she uses one of her spells. Similar to animals that hunt at night when light reflects in their eyes.
  
  Magnolia is petite, standing in 5’1, and weigh about 127lbs. Her shoulders are narrow and her hips are wide. If anybody makes her wear a green dress, she’ll complain that she looks like a pear. Her muscles are limber and toned from doing acrobatic as a kid and teen. She likes to exercise to make sure she can continue to be limber.
  
  For work, she mostly wears black or charcoal grays with hints of color. Leggings with pastel button-up shirts mostly. Over that are boots that can hold daggers, a bulletproof vest, belts that carry her items (like a mask and goggles in case someone uses a true silver bombs), and leather gloves. For casual, she’ll wear high-waisted jeans with cropped tops, leggings with billowy men’s sweaters, or anything comfy in dusty or autumn colors. In winter, she’ll wear a dark heavy pea coat with an orange hoodie underneath and wrapped with a belt around her waist. To make the bottom part flair out a bit like a bell. She will always need her hearing aids. They are Granny Smith green and has glued on leaves that are tiny.
  
  Persona: Magnolia is an optimist, grateful for even the smallest of things. She loves to cook for others, believing food will always come through for both demons and humans in whatever parts of the world. If there was someone who is questioning her in her work, be it cooking or demon hunting, she will get ahead of herself. It’s to the point where she will walk in a room without thinking. Though she’s not the bravest of the bunch. Even when she let’s her pride speak for her, Magnolia does get flustered. If there was an argument, she would freeze and stutter, not knowing if she should get in between or ignore it all together. Surprisingly rare, she’s loyal to only a handful: her father, her childhood friend Irma, and Ms. Lattimore. If anything happened to them, she’ll jump in to help them in a snap.
  
• History
  Magnolia grew up in Louisiana. Her father was barely at home because of his work and she usually had a babysitter after she came back home from school and her acrobatics club days. He loves her to bits though. Her father would always celebrate her birthdays and made sure to be at home during Christmas and Halloween. However he would get angry whenever she pestered him about her mother. Though his stays at home were few, it didn’t mean she was lonely. She has friends within the neighborhood; a few being Irma and her siblings.
  
  They had fun together: going on adventures in each other’s backyards, playing video games, and watching movies at night whenever Magnolia was allowed to stay over at Irma’s house. One night, while the kids were watching ‘Wizard of Oz’, Magnolia made a promise.
  
  “If I have magic, I promise to be a good witch and help people!” She exclaimed with a goofy grin only to be pelted with a couch pillow. It lead to a pillow fight that night. Because of that promise, she started to look up stories and folk tales about witches. Even making fake magic books for her father to read. They made him chuckle because of titles like “Unicorn’s cinnamon rainbow buns”.
  
  On the few days he stayed at home, her father would sometimes bring her to a gun range; teaching her how to shoot a gun without letting her touch one. He believes it was better that she knew the ropes so she’d never play with one should she ever see one laying around (not that he would leave one out like that). One day, when she was 11, she was getting ready to shoot her kid’s version of a paintball gun in the shooting range. Suddenly one of the other shooters bumped into the counter her and her father were standing by and dropped his gun. It didn’t have it’s safety lock on. The loud noise surprised Magnolia so much that she bumped into the desk hard. She thought she was okay at first, but when she saw her father’s mouth moving and only heard a ringing; she told her father. The small family found out that her ears had ruptured and needed hearing aids.
  
  Her father decided to move to New York, believing that the change will be good for Magnolia. After yelling goodbye to her friends (who probably winced from how loud she screamed), she left to her new home. Years pasts and several moves to different apartments, Magnolia had gotten used to living with hearing aids. She continued with her acrobatics hobby and aimed to study in the culinary arts after having a delicious dish. When news about Hurricane Katrina came on the TV, Magnolia immediately called Irma’s phone and checked in Facebook, but nothing. No response. She thought the worst has happened.
  
  Then 2012, hurricane Sandy struck the Tristate area. Her father and her were lucky. They managed to pack a few special items and reach a safe house within the state. Seeing people being miserable made her anxious, so she decided to keep herself busy by helping the kitchen staff. She didn’t do any of the cooking, instead she washed dishes and set up the trays for the food. It was nice to see people happily eating as if they forgot about their worries and pain for a moment. One day, when she came back from helping the staff, Magnolia heard her father in an argument. She ran over to find out why and that’s when she heard the stranger scream: “Your daughter is one of them! A demon!”
  
  To say she was surprised was the understatement of the year; Magnolia was baffled. How did this stranger come to this conclusion? Well he held a photo. A photo her father was trying to wrestle out of his hands. So she quickly plucked it out of the stranger’s hand, surprising them both, and stared at the photo. She instantly knew the woman in the photo was her mother. She wasn’t paying attention to what was going on (focused on her mother’s photo) until she felt a pair of hands holding onto her shoulders. The stranger was gone, taken away by others who were there to witness the whole argument, and her father sadly hugged her. The rest of that day, her father answered every question Magnolia had about her mother, and she didn’t leave his side unless it was kitchen duties. She became timid and scared around others, not knowing how to react to everyone now that she knew she was a half demon and became anxious if anybody else would start screaming at her too.
  
  Later on, she found out that a few witnesses also overheard this guy screaming and lead him away from the distressed family. Recognizing Magnolia as the teen who was helping wash the dishes as others ate. That balm her anxiety and fear, realizing that her work ethnics is what made people want to help her. Once her father and her settled back into their new home, she started to learn more about her capabilities; wanting to control her power and learning from other demons and half demons should they come at her way.
  
  She went to Vexpera years later, hoping it’s a safer alternative for both her and her father. She wants to learn more about her abilities and safety precautions while helping others.
  
  Certifications and Accolades
  
  - Independent hunter’s license
  - Federal Infernal Magics Special License
  - Concealed Carry Permit, Nationwide
  - Eleanor Roosevelt High school degree
  - Bachelor Arts degree in Culinary arts
  
  
• Armament
  - Magnolia is strong due to being a half demon and exercising. She carry heavy set adults without any issue but she can’t go toe to toe with a regular demon in a wrestling match.
  - Magnolia relies on her flexibility to balance on precarious places to have a good shot. She’s not graceful though.
  - Magnolia prefers rifles, a trait she got from her father who taught her how to shoot. She’s comfortable with the R700 because of the power it has with each shot. She’s pretty good at playing decoy and will run after shooting a few rounds should her target figures out her hiding spot.
  
  - This dagger was a gift from her father as a means for self defense. Magnolia thought it was weird that her father gave her the one thing that can give her rashes, but after hearing his worries, she decided to keep it with her at all times.
  
  
  Magic
  
  || Deceit spells: ||


  
  “Quiet" - She can silence anything by touch. She mostly use this spell for her feet to run without fear being heard or on her gun when she shoots from far away.

  
  "Thermal Sight" - By using the target's body heat, Magnolia can see a living being even in the dark. She can see through a wall too, but the body heat will be less visible for her. If she can't see the target anymore, she'll assume they are in a different room. This spell makes her eyes glow brighter.

  
  "Amplify" - Can make sounds louder. She mostly uses this for her neck to talk louder and distract her target, her ears to hear a little better, or on anything that’s already loud to disorientate her target.

  
  “Refract" - Light bounces of water, air, or a mirror to let the user be invisible when there's light and only for a short 5 minutes. Currently can only hold for one other person too.
  
  “Mimicry” - let’s her voice mimic noises she has heard before and remembers. Can be used for scaring or confusing targets, sending secrets messages, or calming victims down depending on the vibrations of the sounds she uses. Effective in a closed area like a building. Not effective in open spaces like a kid’s park.



  
  || Wrath spells: ||


  
  "Blast" - It's a hot air blast from Hellfire and it propels the user in a direction. She doesn't use this spell to attack; it's to give her a boost on running away or have a safer landing on the ground (if she ever falls). She’s strong enough to carry two others with this spell.
  
  “Counter” - A wall of focused Hellfire that bounces off attacks. Sure, it’ll deflect the attack, but the recoil of said impact will blast Magnolia back too.
  
  Shortcomings
  - She can be reckless, be it from helping someone she’s loyal to or from someone questioning her work ethnics.
  - She can get flustered if someone is right up to her face.
  - She can’t handle Truesilver with bare skin or else, she’ll get a severe rash.
  - She is semi-deaf. Without her hearing aids, she is screwed.

 

[Father Gigantor]

Jyoti Adhikari

Brute​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities

• Essentials
  Name: Jyoti Adhikari
  Also known as: Jyo, also jokingly called CPL Kreuger by his former comrades.
  Role: Guildmate
  Age: 39
  Gender: Male
  Species: Human
  Blood: B+
  Type: Blooden
  
  
  Appearance: Back in the life he left behind, Jyoti's job mandated for him to look intimidating, and there's no denying he still looks the part now. Dark skinned with beady brown eyes, the right side of his head and scalp bearing ugly scars all over. What hair he does have left is receeding, barely covering the undamaged portion on his scalp. He stands at 5'9, a fair bit taller than the average Nepalese male, with a fairly lean but athletic build. Not the most imposing physically, but his icy mien and curt demanour are usually more than enough to make up for it
  
  Persona: Under regular circumstances, you'd be hard pressed to find a person as passive and laidback as Jyoti. When off the job he's polite and soft-spoken, generally preferring to enjoy his downtime on his own, maybe sipping a drink while practicing his scales. He's also quite fond of fantasy novels and films, a trait he picked up from his late brother. While anything but sociable, he'll generally participate in conversation if approached (by someone brave enough to) and extends the same professional attitude and courtesy to most. Staff feedback and reports on guildmate relations hardly ever mention Jyoti, his passive attitude being so unnoteworthy as to be in itself, noteworthy.
  
  At first glance, one would assume his work attitude to be practically identical to his off-duty persona, and Jyoti very much prefers this to be the case. His military training involved being taught to display no emotion be it to comrades or adversaries, lest they betray you in the midst of battle. Underneath this facade however is a cold, vengeful and vindictive man fuelled only by his unending hatred and contempt for all things infernal and unholy. He has no noble reasons or cause for joining Vexpara, doing so only to have the law on his side as he slaughters his way through demons, it's rumored he even derives some sort of sick pleasure from his kills. HIs disdain even stretches to Lesser and Subjugated Demons, and it's not a stretch to say that if given the choice, he'd eradicate all of demonkind without a second-thought. Still he's rational enough to understand how to proritise his targets, and he'll work alongside the other demons in Vexpara for the greater good. Well, for the time being anyway.
  
• History
  Born in the outskirts of Pokhara, Nepal, Jyoti was raised by a poor Nepalese couple alongside his cherished elder brother. Though they managed to make ends meet, even managing to give their sons a basic education in the process, they were unable to afford higher education for either of them. Though his brother harboured dreams of becoming an author and further studying the arts, he was nevertheless more than willing to forsake his dream in order to aid his parents financially. Feeling rather aimless and burdensome at the time, Jyoti decided to sign up under the British Army for the Royal Gurkha Rifles as one of the many hopefuls. With the potential salary they offered enough to not only finance his brother's studies, but also bring his family out of poverty for the rest of their lives. Against all odds, Jyoti eventually passed the gruelling selection process and joined their ranks as a rifleman.
  
  During his time in the regiment, Jyoti saw action in Afghanistan and several Southeast Asian countries and every month he would send most of his salary back home to his grateful family. Though his duties meant he was unable to see them often, they kept correspondence with each other, and despite his initial misgivings and difficulties, he found himself quickly taking to the military lifestyle. This routine continued for several years uneventfully, until one fine day where his family ceased to respond to his messages. Though he was taken aback by their abrupt silence, there was little he could do overseas other than plead with his superiors to get in touch with Nepalese authorities. His worst fears were realised days later, when he received the news of their passing, all of them murdered under their own roof by the fugitive demon they had offered shelter to.
  
  Jyoti's superiors remarked that despite the blood-curdling news, the young soldier displayed little to no emotion outwardly. Subsequently, Jyoti completed the remainder of his tour of duty with nary a hiccup, and he was honourably discharged from service afterwards. When asked where he would go afterwards, Jyoti stated his intention to use his newly accquired UK citizenship to permanently migrate there, but not before first stopping by the graves of his family. During his brief return to his native country, a grisly streak of murders occured through throughout Pokhara and several neighbouring cities. Authorities discovered that the victims were all demons connected to the criminal underworld of the country, one of them being the wanted murderer of the Adikhari family. All of the victims were mutilated in the same fashion; decapitated ,with their hands and feet cut off. Investigators failed to discover any evidence that linked Jyoti, who by then had long since left the country, to the crime despite his clear motive and the case was quietly dropped afterwards.
  
  In Britain, Jyoti tried his best to settle down and leave his past behind him, but he found himself unable to adapt to civillian life there, and he soon turned to hunter guilds for employment. He bounced back and forth guilds for a time as a sort of freelancer, preferring not to stay in one place between contracts. Though they had differing opinions on his attitude, the guilds all attested to his brutal efficiency. After some time, he came into contact with Vexpara and after some time and for personal reasons applied for a more permanent position there.
  
  Certifications and Accolades
  Independent Hunter's License
  Concealed Carry Permit, Nationwide
  UK Citizenship and pension entitlement
  Piano Grade 8, ABRSM
  
  
• Armament
  Jyoti has knowledge of how to use and maintain most modern firearms, but he usually gravitates to the firearms he's most familiar with. During his days as a British Army infantryman, Jyoti was often selected as his infantry section's point man and as a result is inclined towards shotguns for most engagements. His shotgun of choice is the Benelli M4 Super 90, the standard issue shotgun for pointmen in the British Army. For situations requiring greater precision, he likewise favors the L85A2 standard issue assault rifle or the MP5K submachine gun. He also carries around a 9mm Browning Hi-Power pistol as his sidearm.
  
  As a proud former Gurkha, Jyoti's truesilver weapon is the Kukri knife, the signature blade of all Gurkha troops. Traditionally, each soldier is issued two Kukris, one for ceremonial usage and the other to be used out on the field. After leaving the army to become a hunter, he had both knives refashioned into truesilver weapons. It is said that when a Gurkha draws his Kukri in battle, it must taste blood, be it the enemy's or the wielder's, before it can be resheathed, and as many can attest to, Jyoti has certainly not left it wanting.
  
  Magic
  Jyoti isn't very magically inclined and he abhors all forms of infernal magic, meaning his abilities are rudimentary at best. The only sort of magic he can perform is used to solely to augment his physical attributes, but in his own eyes that's more than enough for what he does.
  
  Shortcomings
  Though he'd like to pretend otherwise, Jyoti is at his core, an extremely reckless and impulsive man. He jumps at dangerous contracts at the drop of a hat, and though he's survived thus far, he's had more close scrapes than he cares to admit, some of which he only survived out of dumb luck. His blinding hatred of demons has also worked against him more often than not and the authorities and demon communities alike have an intense dislike of him andh is methods, despite his legal status as a professional. He's also extremly stubborn and bullheaded, taking the Gurkha motto of 'Better to die than to be a coward' to the very extreme.
  
  As a blooden, he's quick to resort to violence and often over-reliant on brute force tactics and his lack of magical aptitude only exacerbates this matter. Though he's no doubt skilled at what he does, he often struggles against adversaries well versed in magic and he's done absolutely nothing during his career to attempt to improve or rectify any of his shortcomings in combat.

 

[Life.]

Felix B. Wright​

Hunter​

• Essentials
• Pedigree
• Capabilities

• Essentials
  Name: Felix Benson Wright
  Also known as: Wright (prefers everyone calls him by his last name), Hunter (what some like to call him), or B (privileged to those who are really close to him)
  Role: Guildmate
  Age: 32
  Gender: Male
  Species: Human
  Blood: AB -
  Type: Blooden
  
  Appearance:
  Felix stands at a height of 6'2" with a nicely toned figure. He has a pale complexion that emphasizes his blue eyes and blonde hair. Aside from the scar on his eye that he received from a hunting fluke, there's nothing outlandish of Felix's appearance. His preference for clothing is neutral shades.
  
  Persona:
  From when he was a child, it was easy to note Felix's inquisitive nature. He naturally takes into an active listener role, but smoothly transitions into a well-spoken individual. Not really a man for attention, Felix tends to stay in the background unless called to. Observing and inputting when necessary is his comfort zone. Unless he's overruled by a strong emotion. For the most part, though he tries to empathize with others and see the good in things. But do not mistake him to be a pushover. Rather he can be quick to push back. If he sees anyone who tries to look down on him, he'll be the first to step on their toes, ready for them to get down to his eye-level. While he tries to see in good in most people, Felix realizes that there will always be a bad side to everyone.
  
  He becomes a different individual with people he is truly comfortable with. A big-hearted, goofball is what a lot of his close friends and family like to describe him as. Sometimes though his heart can become too big and he tries to open up too quickly to others. He trusts too easily but then begins to overthink and turns to distrust. Relationships are big for Felix, but he also fears them because of all the baggage they can carry. Despite all the pain that could be brought onto him, Felix foolishly runs into learning others.
  
• History
  A middle child of a higher-middle class family who lived on a large amount of inherited land somewhere in the middle of Texas. This is on simpler terms, the general setting of Felix's life. He had an older sister by two years and a younger brother by ten. His younger brother was one of a great surprise but his entry is one to enter later.
  
  Felix was a rambunctious and curious boy who often annoyed his sister or injured himself in some form from his antics. Peers were charmed by his bright outlook on life and often made him leader of the playgroup. If there was one trait that any person would notice when meeting Felix is his inquisitiveness. Despite his energy, the young boy was quite observant on moods and details of his surroundings. With so much focus and brilliance, Felix's stepfather felt a hobby was needed in the boy's life. By living on a bunch of open land, this offered a hobby that was easy to access--hunting. Thus started Felix's hunting years. First, it started with simple handling techniques on a variety of weapons; rifles, shotguns, bows, crossbows, knives, etc. Next, aiming, acclimating to measuring distances by eye, and then accounting for natural elements. Each factor taking different amounts of time to pick up on. But what Felix's step-father noticed was that the young boy had an innate talent for the hobby. This allowed him to teach Felix a variety of tricks to hunting, including; trapping, lassoing, knotting, etc.
  
  While he had hunting to help him learn discipline, Felix learned time management through caretaking livestock. With a lot of land the Wright family also had livestock to look after. Through the care he and his sister had for the animals, Felix learned the rodeo side of things. Steer wrestling, bareback riding, raising heifers, etc.
  
  Switching between caring for the livestock and hunting, this was a large part of Felix's childhood before Tristan--Felix's younger brother--came along. Now what Felix will learn later on in his life is that Tristan is actually his half-brother. But growing up he did not know this. All he knew was that he had a tiny admirer. With a gap in age, it was expected of Angie and Felix to be good role models for Tristan. They proved to be--for the most part. Until Felix began reaching his adolescent years.
  
  Curiosity on what he wants to pursue in life and what his past is, began to gnaw at him. Many times he would ask his step-father, which truth be told--he thought was his real father until he was older, about his family's lineage. But he would always direct Felix to his mother. No matter the number of times Felix asked his mom about the family's past, she would always provide a rehearsed excuse. This method of shutting him off turned Felix to rebel.
  
  If there was one thing his mother did not like, it was violence. She always forbade him from joining any paths that would lead him to law enforcement or the military. And there was also a path that she especially never wanted Felix to find out about, one of a demon hunter. Why though? Felix learned this the hard way.
  
  Years passed, Felix still has not found out any answers about the past but he saw his future in law enforcement and pursued it, despite his mother's wishes. But from choosing between the three evils--law enforcement was one of least interaction, at least that was what she hoped. For some reason, Felix was drawn to joining an organization of action. He entered police academy and soon after graduated and became an officer.
  
  Seven years in the force and Felix still felt restless about his life. There was something else out there that he was meant for. Throughout his years working in the police force, the word of demon hunters and guilds came about. But he never thought much about them as interactions of demons in central Texas was far and few. This was until a personal loved one became involved with a demon attack. His mother, step-father, and younger brother were out of town, travelling to see a potential college that Tristan could attend. They somehow came across a lesser demon that would end up taking his mother's life. The word from Tristan was that Felix's mother fought valiantly against the demon, how? Turns out his mother's side of the family had a long lineage in the demon hunter world.
  
  After her death, Felix learned the truth about his step-father and her family history. He explained to Felix that the reason she never wanted him to pursue anything like the police or military was that she didn't want him to have any hint or exposure to the demon hunter life because she knew that he would want to enter it. Just like his birth father, great-uncle, grandfather, aunt, and many more of the Wright family. This infuriated Felix, but it also finally brought him some peace on what he needed to do now.
  
  Soon after learning about his family's past, Felix found his way into becoming a demon hunter mercenary. Taking on little tasks here and there until he caught the eyes of a starting-up guild. With his skills, Felix was able to help set the foundations of the guild which help them rose in ranks, but not as strong as others like Vexpara. Which brings Felix's story to the point where the leaders of his current guild saw his potential and need to continue to grow, recommending him to transfer into Vexpara.
  
  Certifications and Accolades
  Former Police Officer of San Saba County
  Independent Hunter's License
  Concealed Carry Permit, Nationwide
  Bachelor's of Science in Metallurgical Engineering
  
• Armament
  A half of dozen steel throwing daggers, with each one having truesilver lined along the blade.
  
  A pair of Glock G19s equipped on both of his thigh holsters.
  
  A customized lance that has a truesilver pointed tip. This lance can come apart into two pieces if Wright chooses to do so, he can wield two batons at once.
  
  An AK-47 semiautomatic rifle.
  
  A pair of leather gloves that are reinforced around the knuckles with truesilver.
  
  Magic
  Despite training to become a great hunter, soldier, and Blooden, Felix has always had the struggle to detect emytherium. Which is where his huge fascination for the magical arts stems from, his lack of detecting it. But with the years of game hunting he has done, Felix translated similar techniques to mentally focus himself on picking up on the hints of infernal magic. At the moment, he's managed to learn some standard magic to help in combat like strengthening his physical blows.
  
  Shortcomings
  During stressful situations, Felix can sometimes lose himself, not that he falls into a rage but rather he becomes narrow-sighted and misses the details around him, like the amount of emytherium that may be surrounding the situation. Without realizing how much is in the atmosphere, Felix can blindly run into scenarios that would grant him serious consequences. This is where he can also fall deaf to orders at times, or he ignores those around who might need help and solely focus on the target.