[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/279856742689538059/280480815719251978/109c039cf20af83b218814196c262124.png [/img][/center] [Center][color=#DAA520][h1][b][u]Aeron Khalil[/u][/b][/h1][/color][/center] [center][h2][i]“Guilt and rage, hatred and fear were pathways to weakness and clumsy choices.” ― Jonathan Maberry, Dust & Decay[/i][/h2][/center] [b][u]Name:[/u][/b] Aeron Khalil [b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 25 [b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b] Italian Mob Daughter/Heiress [b][u]Race:[/u][/b] WoofSquawk (Wolf-Bird) [b][u]Gender:[/u][/b] Female [b][u]Height:[/u][/b] 5’10” (1.7m) [b][u]Weight:[/u][/b] 150lbs (68kg) [b][u]Descriptive Appearance:[/u][/b] When seen with her father, Aeron typically wears blouse (varying colors) and a pair of black slacks, black shoes accompanying the outfit. However, when on her own or simply wandering the streets she tends to favor clothing typically found on women in the 40s, occasionally wandering away from the dresses that she wore in favor of pants and a shirt with slits for her wings. [b][u]Personality:[/u][/b] [list] [*] Fiercely Territorial [*] Vocal [*] Lacks a Filter [*] Loyal [*] Manipulative [/list] [b][u]Quirks:[/u][/b] When annoyed Aeron has a habit of tapping a well manicured claw against any solid surface, her eyes usually narrowed in a glare at the object of her annoyance. When angry she usually falls silent and her simple ‘annoyed’ glare turns to one that shows clear murderous intent. [hider=background] Born to the head of the Italian Mafia and an Italian Singer, Aeron was once the picture perfect image of everything the man held dear… a Pure bloodline. She was raised with the mindset that she too would have to find a wolf to carry on the purity of the italian line, it was something that all Mafia Leaders found important, something her mother had not been there to protect her from. Aeron’s mother had passed away when she was only eight years of age, leaving her with only her father to raise her, to beat into her young mind that the only man she could ever be with seriously was a Wolf. Sure she could mess around with other species, but she could never be serious with them, it had to be a wolf, and preferably as close to the genesis as possible. If a child was impure it was neglected, all attention going to the heir rather than the child whom was born from one wolf parent and one non wolf. That was how she was raised, how she had been told for years to think and to accept nothing less than the best. Then magic was discovered, and with that a way for her father to gain more power through favor with a God. He had gone nearly crazy with the want for it, had even gone so far as to give up the very thing that he and his family before him held to be most important… he gave up the purity of his bloodline, starting with his daughter. On the morning of her 23rd birthday Aeron woke up with wings longer than her body and feathers in both her tail and hair. It took her a moment for the change to sink in, her sleep addled mind clearing and prompting her to let out a scream of horror. She couldn’t understand what had happened to her, or why it had happened, not at first anyway… not until her father came into her room to tell her what he had done. That alone was enough to infuriate her, her pure blood had been tainted because of her father’s greed, she was no longer considered clean because of him. Yelling ensued, she was furious, betrayed and even past that, past her hideous impurity her father mpw telling her that because of her impurity her Uncle would be taking over as head should anything ever happen to him. That alone was enough to destroy her, the one thing she had been groomed for throughout her childhood, stolen from her because of her Father’s greed. In that moment, she planned on getting rid of her father for what he had done to her. She wasn’t sure how, but she was going to destroy him, take the Mafia and bend it to her will no matter what anyone thought of her appearance. It was the only thing she could do, she had to make it work otherwise she would just end up hating herself far more than she hated her father for what he had done. She was already terrified of going out to see those whom she had used to spend time with before, and that was doubly so for a male she had found herself growing rather fond of. It’s been about a year and a half since she wandered out of her home where people could see her, she had spent her time learning everything she could about the magic that had been discovered. Delving into the depths of both the approved magics and those that were shunned by nearly everyone. If she was going to have to deal with the way that she looked thanks to what her father was, she was going to do everything within her Power to ensure that he paid for what he did to her. She was going to make him suffer, his death painful and slow. For now though? For now it was time for her to take a chance and get back out there, she couldn’t hide forever. [/hider] MAGIC SECTION HERE! [b][u]Specialization:[/u][/b] Versatile [b][u]School of Magic Attended:[/u][/b] Self Taught [b][u]Primary Deity Worshiped:[/u][/b] [b][u]Permanent Sacrifice:[/u][/b] Pending [list] [*] Deity Sacrifice was made to: Pending [*] Reason behind Sacrifice: Pending [*] What was Sacrificed: Pending [/list] [b][u]Equipment:[/u][/b] [list] [*] Colt 1911 .45ACP [*] Throwing knives (hidden) [*] K-bar [/list] [b][u]Weapons:[/u][/b] [list] [*] Colt 1911 [*] Mosin-Nagant [*] The Mob has it, you better believe she can use it [/list] [b][u]Other:[/u][/b] https://youtu.be/G049LeVG6BI [hr] [center][img]http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s480x480/e35/c110.0.779.779/12716764_1576779325978588_938495967_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTE4NzYzMzk0ODg1NDMzNDMzOA%253D%253D.2.c [/img][/center] [Center][color=#92a3ab][h1][b][u]Ylva Sandvik[/u][/b][/h1][/color][/center] [center][h2][i]”People ask me how I do it And I say there's nothing to it. You just stand there looking cute And when something moves, you shoot.” -Tom Lehrer, The Hunting Song [/i][/h2][/center] [b][u]Name:[/u][/b] Ylva Sandvik [b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 19 [b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b] Gun for Hire [b][u]Race:[/u][/b] Brown Timber Wolf [b][u]Gender:[/u][/b] Female [b][u]Height:[/u][/b] 5’6” (1.6m) [b][u]Weight:[/u][/b] 135lbs (61.3kg) [b][u]Descriptive Appearance:[/u][/b] Ylva doesn’t have much of a preference to her style, wearing anything from Skirts to jeans, tight tops to blouses and heels to shit kickers. The only ‘uniform’ she has is her Merc clothing, often consisting of a black shirt, black pants and black boots. [b][u]Personality:[/u][/b] [list] [*] Playful [*] Trigger Happy [*] Serious when Working [*] Overall Cheerful [/list] [b][u]Quirks:[/u][/b] Ylva has a twitchy finger, always looking for a reason to use one of her firearms whenever she can. She is simply a shoot first ask questions never type of person. [hider=background] Raised in a loving home, Ylva wanted for nothing and needed for even less. She was a good student and kept her grades up the best she could, however, there was always something missing. As Playful and happy as she was, the young girl had a violent streak, and a really bad one at that. Wanting to try to give her an outlet, her parents bought her her first firearm, the .44 Webley, and took her to the range as often as they possibly could. This outlet seemed to work for awhile, giving the young wolf something to do other than pick fights at school and with the neighbor kids. As the young girl grew older she focused more on her time with her firearms and once magic became a factor, she began to focus on that as well. While her school grades did not drop significantly, she was no longer a straight A student, forgoing her normal studies for those that taught her ways to manipulate the wind in her favor. It was because of her ability to mix her wind magic with her shooting that she became one of the better known mercenaries in the city at the age of 19. She was good at what she did, and it gave her the perfect outlet for her violent, trigger happy tendencies, being paid for it was simply a bonus. [/hider] MAGIC SECTION HERE! [b][u]Specialization:[/u][/b] Wind [b][u]School of Magic Attended:[/u][/b] School of Alteration [b][u]Primary Deity Worshiped:[/u][/b] Meifeng [b][u]Permanent Sacrifice:[/u][/b] No [b][u]Equipment:[/u][/b] [list] [*] Spring assisted Blade [*] Guitar case (Holds her Enfield) [*] Business cards [/list] [b][u]Weapons:[/u][/b] [list] [*] M1 Thompson [*] .44 Webley [*] Enfield [*] Mills Bomb (British Frag Grenade) for good luck [/list] [b][u]Other:[/u][/b] https://youtu.be/7RybPdm1Hqk [hr] [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/44417eea19826bccba043a2f7166a53e/tumblr_o4ik8udTYb1tsf9zso10_1280.png [/img][/center] [Center][color=#9c2a00][h1][b][u]Theais Nightstalker[/u][/b][/h1][/color][/center] [center][h2][i]“Life asked death, ‘Why do people love me but hate you?’ Death responded, ‘Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth.’” —Author unknown[/i][/h2][/center] [hr] [b][u]Name:[/u][/b] Theais Nightstalker [b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 28 [b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b] Owner of the NightOwl [b][u]Race:[/u][/b] Dragon Sub-Species [b][u]Gender:[/u][/b] Female [b][u]Height:[/u][/b] 6’ (1.8m) [b][u]Weight:[/u][/b] 165lbs (75kg) [b][u]Descriptive Appearance:[/u][/b] Theais typically wears nothing but slacks and shirts that most people balk at, mostly because her shirts consist of nothing but coverage for her breasts. When ‘working’ outside the Bar that she runs, she is often seen wearing what could pass as a Bikini, armored boots and armored gloves with the occasional cape. She usually wears an array of earrings in her right ear, a couple of them are gold and Sapphire dangles while the rest are white gold studs. She rather enjoys the shock factor her state of dress can bring. [hr] [b][u]Personality:[/u][/b] [list] [*] Mentally Unstable [*] Friendly [*] Twisted [*] Confident [*] Resourceful [/list] [b][u]Quirks:[/u][/b] She suffers from Multiple Personality Disorder triggered by the murder of her family and she has an attraction to anything of any real value. If it’s shiny and valuable, chances are she is going to want it. [hider=background] WIP, Writers block is a bitch [/hider] [hr] MAGIC SECTION HERE! [b][u]Specialization:[/u][/b] Necromancy [b][u]School of Magic Attended:[/u][/b] [b][u]Primary Deity Worshiped:[/u][/b] Draskeleth [b][u]Permanent Sacrifice:[/u][/b] Yes [list] [*] Deity Sacrifice was made to: Draskeleth [*] Reason behind Sacrifice: Wanted to bring her recently deceased younger Brother back to life, terrified of being left alone. However, due to him being freshly dead, she did not have enough power on her own to bring him back from the dead and thus, made a pact with Draskeleth. [*] What was Sacrificed: Fear of Death/Dying [/list] [hr] [b][u]Equipment:[/u][/b] [list] [*] Ritual Dagger [*] Spell book [*] Black Candles [*] Rune stones [/list] [b][u]Weapons:[/u][/b] [list] [*] Ghostwalker (Sword, Family Heirloom) [*] S&W Model 10 [*] Winchester 63 .22 LR Rifle [/list] [b][u]Other:[/u][/b] In the words of Orrick "Yeah, she is slightly insane but very friendly so don't be afraid to approach her. Just be careful cause she may want to use your body after you are dead." https://youtu.be/ZL1LBle8rTI