Arin is a clown if ever there was one. Filled with equal amounts of sass and bad humor, Arin has about as much self-preservation in social situations as a lemming diving off a cliff into a pool of lava. From the start of a conversation, it's only a matter of time before this social dumbass says the absolute worst thing imaginable--and then proceeds to add to the damage in his attempts to make things right...if he even realizes he's said something wrong, anyway... All this said Arin is a true friend...once you get past his more eccentric exterior, that is, and he makes up for his social shortcomings with a pure soul and big heart. Kind and unconditionally caring, this comedic blood-sucker will lay his life down in an instant if it means protecting his friends and family. His peppy demeanor and warm aura make him inviting and trustworthy and despite his inability to not insult people as casually as asking for the time, he has a remarkable ability to build rapport with those whom he doesn't offend beyond repair.

{ Orientation and Status }
Bisexual ─ Demiromantic
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He's in a "non-serious open relationship" with one of the attorneys at his work--let's be real, they're fwb and it's breaking all kinds of codes

{ Theme Song }
The Nights ─ "Avicii"


Short in stature and lacking in muscular definition, Arin is anything but the stereotypical image of a man. Lack of sunlight--for obvious reasons--gives him a pale complexion, so white, some would even describe it as translucent, with the only color coming from thick swarms of freckles coating his face, arms, chest, back, and even his legs. A constant flush tints his shoulders, ears, and joints a bright, reddish pink, which only increases after he drinks, and scattered moles can be found all over his body, making for a fun game of hide and seek for any partner he may bunk with. His eyes are a steely blue, almost grey in color, though often hidden by glare or tinting of his thick, rectangular glasses. He rarely removes these glasses, as without them, he may as well be as blind as the bats his kind are associated with. Short, straw-blond hair is often a touseled mess, though it works for him with the short length and partial undercut. He has a few piercings in both of his ears and a couple of other piercings...under his shirt, if you will. Partial to 90's grunge when it comes to style, he can stick out from the crowd quite a bit when he goes all in, but usually he tries to dial it back and keep it mostly modern with just the baggy jeans and oversized flannel really speaking out. Of course, that's not counting his ridiculous Air Jordans, which have definitely seen better days.


Arin grew up in a secret occult community, nestled away in a small mountain town far from other societies. The town was inhabited mostly by vampires, like himself, but there were others as well, including an old kouleman man who lived on a cliff a ways up the mountain from the village. Old Man Renolds, everyone called him, and he was said to have lived in that very home for five cycles of reincarnation. Growing up with only his father, his mother having grown sick and died early into his childhood, Arin was always told to live his life to the fullest, because he never knew when his days would meet their last. His father taught him many things throughout his upbringing. Everything from the iconic game of catch and how to throw a ball, to hunting and fishing, and even how to lead a proper debate. By the time he was entering his teenage years, Arin's father chose to leave the village, finding too many bittersweet memories among the small community, and opted instead to move himself and Arin to the bustling city of Seattle. The constant cloud cover made it perfect for them to live out their lives as "normal" people, and Arin loved every moment.

Attending public school for the first time in his life, real public school, not just a small class of three to seven students sitting in Miss Maya's living room, Arin found himself amazed by the social workings of the teenage empire. As an outcast for his first year, he took in all he could of the cliques and communal standards of the students around him, and eventually found his place among the "alt" kids. However, it was outside of this niche that he would find his the first of his truest friends: a werewolf who (oops someone has to decide this). Arin and (name) (hit it off immediately or maybe didn't, who knows gonna have to write a lot of this later when wolfboi is created agfjdj).

As they moved on from the awkward hell that was middle school, Arin and (name) were set for the coming four years of high school, or so they thought. With the social challenges of middle school now being met with things like drugs and teenage pregnancy, Arin was a little overwhelmed, to say the least. He dove head first into the class clown role he had grown into during his middle school years, making it stronger and fiercer, more cynical and sassy than just the dork who cracks jokes. It was a strange position to be in though, a class clown who also took up AP classes and made honor roll, but somehow he made it work.

It was in those AP classes that Arin met Misha, a boy who would quickly become his rival for most of the year. It wasn't until the teacher paired them both together from a group project that the boys finally broke their feud, and instead, became fast friends, and for a short time, a little more than they. They drew it back quickly, however, deciding that their friendship wasn't worth the risk if they ever had a romantic falling out, though they still have the occasional "flirt war" to this day, and now and then, when he's feeling especially down, Arin knows he can always go to Misha for a pick-me-up-- Oh, get your mind out of the gutter!

Moving on from high school, Arin attended community college, though with no real direction of where he wanted to go in life after the passing of his father, he only completed a few semesters of general studies, and gave up once he received his associate's degree. It was soon after that which Arin prompted the idea of the three of them, Misha, (name), and himself, all moving from dreary Seattle to the little city of Hallow Shore. It's hard to say if this idea was made with a level head, or if Arin simply wanted to get away from the memories of his father, but in the end, it at least felt like a good idea with the cost of living being much cheaper in Hallow Shore than it was in Seattle!

He now works as a mailroom attendant in a small law office, while writing articles for KnowledgeHumor, a website that mostly deals in comedic stories covering various aspects of media and modern culture. He's also working on a novel, but has little time to make any actual progress with how busy his two jobs have him. Plus...now he has to worry about whether or not his roommate is going to drive a stake through his heart in his sleep? Yeah, that chapter isn't getting done any time soon...

On the surface, Misha is often seen as a very quiet and very reserved individual. He is typically viewed as being socially awkward, and even conventionally inept. The truth is, however, Misha may very well be the best speaker of the guys. He has a remarkable sense of people, able to mold himself to fit any personality he may be dealing with, and uses that to better speak with people who may be less willing to open up about things. Many times, it's been said that Misha should have gone into the investigation field, where he could use his skill to lead interrogations. As it is, though, Misha much prefers sticking to the sidelines in most situations, allowing others to take the lead where he feels his prowess isn't needed. He prefers to listen and watch, gathering information silently, rather than directly. As reserved as he often is, however, Misha is no stranger to being the life of the party, and he has no issue in livening himself up to match the mood of the room. Once he gets a couple of drinks down he can be especially entertaining to anyone around. Between party animal and observer, there lies the sweet, calm persona of a man who's always there to offer a hand to those in need, always willing to listen to those who need to talk, and most importantly, always there to support his friends, no matter the situation...or at the very least slap some sense into Arin when he's being a dumbass.

{ Orientation and Status }
Demisexual ─ Homoromantic ─ Polyamorous
─
Single, has a few crushes

{ Theme Song }
I'll Be There ─ "Gabriela Bee"


Though average in height, with his somewhat unnaturally slender form, Misha appears somewhat taller than he actually is. His fair skin has a subtle warmth to it, darkened a bit by the sun he gets from tending to the garden outside the townhome. Add in his silky, dark locks falling down past his shoulders, and you have quite the ethereal being. That is...as long as you don't take into account how societal beauty standards react to his face. With his nose on the larger side and his teeth a bit crooked, Misha already has points against him in the eyes of the world, and the red marks splattered across his cheeks and forehead certainly aren't helpful to his image. Prone to acne for as long as he can remember, Misha is riddled with both active clusters, and the scars of blemishes that weren't properly taken care of. Mossy green eyes hide behind narrow frames, flecks of gold spotted within as the hazel irises shift between green, blue, brown, and grey with the changing of the light. Misha is a fan of sweaters and more business casual attire, prone to wearing patterned dress shirts, sweater vests, and even the occasional pair of suspenders and a bowtie.


Believe it or not, Misha never actually knew of his fae heritage until he was sixteen. No, it wasn't until he was studying mythology in English Literature that he even first had a hint that he might not be human. Sure the signs were there all along, even in his earliest years. Escaping from his crib in the night to tidy up his toys left out by tired human parents, eventually growing to rearrange his room, and soon the rest of the house as well as he got older. He was prone to cooking at odd hours, and had a knack for fixing everything in the house even if he had no prior experience. All this with the addition of his affinity for nature should have been enough to tell someone something was off, but as blissfully unaware as his parents, Misha just believed he had a strange case of OCD.

At first, he didn't really believe it, but after confiding in his friend, Arin, that he felt he was going crazy, and explaining that he was almost certain he was a faerie changeling, he was met with the most unexpected reaction. Where he had assumed his once rival would laugh and assure him he was in fact going insane, Arin's laugh instead turned to something else: “Well, duh!”

Arin went on to explain that he knew from the start what Misha was, right down to him being unaware of his existence, and he went on to inform Misha of his own, vampiric heritage. As big of a mouth as Arin has, it's no surprise he shared (name)’s lycanthropy as well. And that was about it. The trio was bound for life.

With the discovery of his true nature, Misha found himself uncertain of his own life for some time, and held a slight resentment for the faerie parents who had abandoned him and taken a human in his place. However, he felt sadness as well. Both for the human child who was whisked away never to be seen again, and for his unknowing parents who had been robbed of the child they should have had. It is because of this that Misha has yet to actually tell his parents of his true heritage, fearing he would shatter them forever.

Such a secret can be a true burden to keep, however, and so Misha was more than eager to follow along in Arin's plan to move away from Seattle. The distance of living a whole state away would make it much easier to keep things on the down-low with his parents, and the odd hours he now works at the hospital morgue just adds to that safety net.

His position at the morgue comes with other perks as well. Such as providing a clean and easy blood supply for Arin, and even the occasional liver or other organ for (name) when he can get away with it. Though...with their new roommate being a hunter, bringing these supplies home may prove to become a bit more difficult than normal...

Lucus is a rather interesting individual, putting on fake smiles and forcing out cheerful laughs even as he speaks on sensitive topics. He puts off a notably warm aura, but something colder lies beneath its surface. Content and friendly as Lucus may make himself out to be, there is no doubt the man is hiding something. From faults in his smile to uncomfortable shifts in his posture, if one looks close enough, they can see the evidence of a devastating sadness Lucus hides deep inside himself. A fallen expression takes hold whenever he feels he is alone, and tears soon follow. If one pays enough attention when approaching him, they may see the telltale signs of someone who has been crying for quite some time. Still, he dawns his mask every time, putting on his show and playing the role of the fun and captivating man he once was. At times he can go a bit over the top, making himself out to be a little too friendly, to where it nearly becomes off-putting. Lucus is known to be a bit excitable, and can often get somewhat suffocating in his engagement with others. Occasionally he can even come off as a bit forceful, or even demanding, and there are times where his intentions may come off a bit insincere in a way, as though he has alternative motives. He's known to snap on occasions, becoming fiercely angry and violently defensive, but these episodes usually only last a minute or two before he snaps out of it and seems lost and confused for a moment or two before apologizing profusely. In the end, Lucus is a very complicated individual, and it can be hard for even the most skilled soul reader would find it difficult to place him.

{ Orientation and Status }
Graysexual ─ Quioromantic
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Single

{ Theme Song }
it is what it is ─ "Abe Parker"


Tall, sleek, and toned, Lucus already has a lot going for him in the way of looks, but add in his extremely fair skin and platinum blonde hair, and you have quite the ethereal being. Dazzling blue eyes shine ever brightly, holding an almost shimmering quality to them, his gaze often described as piercing, but in a kind way. A perfect smile completes the look with a strong but soft jawline which gives his face an iconic friendly shape. A pair of snake bites are matched with a simple tongue piercing, along with many more bits of jewelry adorning his ears. His platinum locks are usually kept in a rather shaggy state, his cut easily described as being longer in the front than it is in the back, with his fringe often falling into his eyes. The pale strands have a natural wave to them, creating a fair bit of volume, with many a lady labeling it as ‘fluffy’. He takes good care of his hair, leaving it soft and shiny, though it never quite holds the same look as Lucus is constantly dragging his hands through the locks out of stress, nerves, and really just a simple tic. When it comes to personal style, Lucus doesn’t really have one, wearing everything from a simple graphic tee and jeans to something more business casual; it all depends on the setting. He seems to be a fan of various rock and indie bands, judging by the graphic shirts he wears, but other than that, his outfits rarely tell much of his personality. The most personal things he wears are a pair of matching lockets, and several kinds of friendship bracelets adorning his left wrist.

Some days he prefers to keep to himself. Other days he's a social fairy. Yes, he's an ambivert. Might be seen as aloof at first glance, but he's really a fluffy bubbly goober with close friends... if the poor guy had any. He could talk for hours about one of his many totally niche interests. But ask him about the gothy ones, and he'll swear until he's blue in the face, that he's absolutely not goth. He prefers the term, occult enthusiast or shadow-adjacent.

{ Orientation and Status }
Gay, very
─
Single? Taken? Complicated? Pining?
It's complicated. Not only is his crush straight, but he's pining over a random dead guy from the 1800s. Probably Edgar Allan Poe, probably.

{ Theme Song }




Face:
Hazel eyes, but wears colored contact lenses. Plays with eyeshadow looks. But mostly for that sunken, -I'm a dead Tim Burton character- look and not so much to look femme.

Hair:
Naturally dark hair, but that's not dark enough. So he dyes it as black as his soul pretends he is. Except for that one time he went insane and dyed it bright neon pink. No bets were lost, nor was he high. Trying super hard to be different, particularly during high school years, just does things to people sometimes. Will occasionally go on a hair journey.

Skin:
He's naturally light complected, but no, that's not pale enough! Still using what's left of his hoard of discontinued white foundation. He swears he didn't buy it at Hot Topic during his nonexistent Babybat years... with his Frequent Shoppers card.

Attire:
Some days his ootd is toned down for societal reasons. Most days however, he prances around in Victorian-1920s stylized garments fit for any man who's just dug himself out of his final resting place.

Extras:
He's boring af, so no tattoos to speak of, but he does have a scar on his left pinky finger from an iguana bite... It's probably not a long story.


Ask Draven about his past and he'll absolutely rehash a story from a novel he's read. Ask Lexisheeps the same question? He'll tell you that Draven is a college drop out who moved to Hallow Shore to focus on his art and hobbies. Blah blah blah, his history isn't a sad sob story and doesn't have a terrible past. He's just a bit of a nerd who wants to do what he wants to do in his life. And what he wants to do is art. Not so much music. Draven couldn't play an instrument if his life depended on it. He's a painter who enjoys brightly colored oil-based paint spills that can cause accidental fires.

Eddie is a good attorney, and he hates it. While he’s charming and speaks well, being a lawyer requires him to leave his emotions at the door. He feels he has to be ruthless and aggressive to get the job done. It’s won him cases, and gave him a good reputation as a lawyer, but it also means bad people got to go free, and innocent people were unfairly punished. He went into the lawyer profession to help people, but that so rarely happens. He stays in the legal profession because he enjoys the money, and prestige that being an attorney brings. When guys hear you’re a lawyer, they’re suddenly interested.

Outside of his work, Eddie is a carefree guy who likes to party and have fun. He goes to clubs, throws parties, plays at arcades (and casinos when he feels like showing off his wealth, and any other kinds of things he finds interesting and fun. In general he likes to try new things. He wants to find fulfillment outside of his job. This also extends to people. He likes meeting new people and making friends. He especially enjoys the company of handsome men. Eddie has had a long list of lovers. He never got to date much when he was younger so he’s making up for it now.

While he has some intelligence, he would have to in order to be a lawyer, Eddie can be a ditz at other times. He lacks common sense, and doesn’t always know what’s going on. While he can be surprisingly dumb sometimes, he does mean well.

As far as monster hunting is concerned, Eddie is ok with it. He keeps up the training out of love for his family, and it keeps him physically fit for the guys. But he does wonder why all this is necessary…

{ Orientation and Status }
Fabulously Gay
─
Single, and ready to mingle.

{ Theme Song }




Eddie is confident and proud of his looks. He has an angular face with a firm jawline, and defined features. He has been told he’s handsome a number of times. He stands at 6’3”, and he has a fit muscular build from years of training, which is the only reason he continues to attend the training in the first place. He is happy to show off his physique, and makes sure all his clothes fit perfectly. He has short blonde hair, and green eyes. He keeps his hair neatly styled at all times, usually in a slicked back style. His teeth are perfectly white, and is usually grinning most of the time.

Eddie likes to dress fancy and stylishly when he’s out and about to impress the guys. At work, he wears tailored designer suits. He dresses a little more casually outside of work, but that isn’t saying much. He still wears dress shirts and slacks to the club. Even when he does wear a T-shirt and jeans, it is still a designer brand name. Everything he owns is expensive. Even when he’s just lounging around, he’s still wearing a silk robe and slippers.

His monster hunting outfit is black body armor with red accents left to him by his parents. As well as a black helmet and night vision goggles. He also has lots of weapons.


Eddie was born to Mary and Fredrick Kingsley. His mother was a part of the prestigious Kingsley family of Monster Hunters, and she hunted monsters alongside her husband. Naturally Eddie was expected to follow in the family’s footsteps. Eddie was ok with the Hunting stuff, but his parents were really strict. He had a strict curfew, was still expected to get good grades in school alongside the training, and he had very little time to have a real social life. He found out he liked other boys at some point in his teen years, but kept that too himself for a long time.

Outside of hunting monsters, Eddie was encouraged to study to be a lawyer. Eddie went along with it because to be honest, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with his life. Trials always looked exciting on TV! After he finished high school, he went to college to study law. It was not as easy or fun as he thought it would be.

While he was in college, his parents had an “accident” that may or not have been vampire related. Eddie had conflicting feelings about it. On the one hand, his parents were dead, and that was sad. He took some time to grieve, and when he first got the news, he took that semester off, didn’t speak to anyone, and cried in his room every night for a week. His aunts and uncles were great support during this time. On the other hand, when time had passed, he felt a sense of relief. While he loved his parents, and understood they only wanted the best for him, he felt they were very controlling of his life. Now he was free to do what he wanted. The first thing he did was come out to the rest of his family.

While he continued on the lawyer path out of respect for his parents, he decided to have the fun college experience. He dated boys, went to parties, had his first taste of alcohol, and had other new experiences. His grades suffered for it, but ultimately he did eventually manage to graduate and pass the bar.

After college, he moved out of his parents home, and shares a townhouse with three other guys. He is an attorney at a small practice, but he is not completely satisfied with his job. He’s apparently good at it though, so he stays with it, and continues to find fulfillment in other areas. Like in the arms of handsome men… He also keeps up with monster hunting, though he’s not sure why he bothers. He hasn’t found a monster in years.

Behind Jayden's charming smile and polite facade lies a cruel and violent man who psychologically and physically abuses those closest to him. In public, Jayden comes across as a quintessential nice guy - someone who is kind, respectful, and likable. He uses his seemingly gentle demeanor to fool friends, romantic partners, and the outside world into believing he is a gentleman. However, in private Jayden morphs into a different person entirely. When no one else is watching, he unleashes a torrent of subtle cruelty onto friends and partners, slowly chipping away at their self-esteem through sarcastic, passive aggressive comments. His victims are made to feel lucky just to be with someone like him. Jayden also physically lashes out in fits of anger, unable to control his rage even at the risk of being caught. He leads this dangerous double life effortlessly, hiding his abusive tendencies from the public eye. Only those closest to Jayden witness the violence and manipulation that lurks beneath his facade. While he is perceived by most as the perfect nice guy, his victims know better - they have seen the real Jayden that emerges when no one is watching.

{ Orientation and Status }
Bisexual ─ Biromantic
─
Single, but he has a few “special friends”

{ Theme Song }
“Bones” ─ Imagine Dragons


Jayden's natural charisma and easygoing charm light up any room he enters. His medium brown hair sweeps back from his face in a casually windswept style, complementing his sun-kissed complexion. High cheekbones and a strong jawline lend structure to his handsome features, while his warm brown eyes hint at a playful spirit within. Though lean and athletic in build, Jayden moves with an unhurried grace. He embraces life with enthusiasm, equally at home in an elegant suit at the office or casual cashmere on the weekend. Jayden's refined yet approachable demeanor makes him effortlessly magnetic.


In Jayden's mind, his suburban upbringing was merely a façade, masking the darkness that lurked beneath the surface. Though his parents doted on him, their affection was smothering, breeding resentment and contempt. The comforts they lavished upon him felt hollow, empty pleasures that could not satisfy the gnawing void within. At school, his friendships were superficial, born not of true bonds but of selfish motives. Jayden used his charisma to manipulate others, relishing the power it gave him. But he soon grew bored of childish antics, craving meaning and purpose.

In high school, he found kindred spirits - a coven of occult hunters tracking mythical beasts. Jayden dove headfirst into their shadowy world, obsessed with ancient lore and the thrill of the hunt. He forged a special bond with one of the crew, another well-off boy like him, known as Edward, Eddie by his friends. However, their fiery affair ended bitterly when Jayden's cruelty and rage drove his gentle lover away. Now they are uneasy allies in the darkness, stalking vampires and werewolves through grim nights veiled in fog.

To coworkers, Jayden seems a stylish, glamorous ad man. But at night, he stalks the city's underbelly, shedding his bespoke suits to continue his secret war. The occult forces that prowl in the darkness give his life the meaning it lacked. Each kill fills the void within, however briefly, making him feel powerful and in control. But soon the hollowness returns, driving him back to the hunt once more. Jayden has built his life around this grim crusade, finding purpose in destroying the supernatural beasts that haunt the night. It is an endless cycle, one that has consumed him entirely, body and soul.

Sky is upbeat and cheerful and is rarely seen without a smile on his face. He loves to be around others, he loves being the center of attention, and getting praise. He knows how to be the charming prince. He is polite and well-mannered just what to say to win people over. He often uses his charm, charisma, and natural-born fairy powers to get his own way in many situations. He is very touchy-feely with others, and openly expresses affection through hugs, kisses, caressing, and other forms of touching. He enjoys it when people respond in the same way.

He doesn't like to be alone, so he goes to great lengths to make friends wherever he goes. His cheerfulness fades when he is by himself and he becomes desperate to talk or find someone. He can be clingy with people he's close to, not wanting them to leave him. However, like his parents, he is polyamorous. He doesn’t think it’s possible to be committed to one person, when there’s so many attractive people in the world.

Sky still is proud of his own looks and appearance. He often admires his own looks in any reflective surface, and makes sure he is perfectly groomed at all times. He also appreciates beauty and cuteness in others as well. Something that annoys him greatly is an otherwise attractive person that doesn’t bother to put any effort into their appearance.

Sky can be has a bit of a spoiled brat at times. He believes that being a prince, people should be happy to do things for him. Being a Prince, he grew up in the life of wealth and comfort, and often complains when things don’t live up to his standards. Even so, Prince Sky can be endearing, and is willing to compromise on some things for the sake of pleasing others. While he likes being a prince, he is stressed about becoming a king one day.

{ Orientation and Status }
Pansexual ─ Panromantic - Polyamorous
─
Single

{ Theme Song }




Prince Sky is naturally the size of a person’s thumb. With the help of fairy magic however, he can make himself up to six feel tall when human sized. He has a slim build, and a a fair complexion. He has a smattering of freckles on his cheeks, shoulders, and hips. He keeps his blond hair short, and neatly styled at all times. Even when it does look messy, it’s stylishly messy. There is never a hair out of place. Sky is a quintessential pretty-boy. He has soft facial features that some would find cute. He has a heart shaped face, a small nose, and large eyes, that have fairly long eyelashes attached to them. He has heterochromia, and thus has one iris that’s pink and one Iris that is a purplish blue color. He claims are his eyes are one of his best features. His mouth is usually in some kind of smile, which shows off his perfectly white teeth. Except for his hair and eyebrows, he has no hair on his upper body. He has pointed ears, and his earlobes are pierced so he can wear earrings. Growing from his back are a pair of pink sparkling gossamer wings that resemble a butterfly’s wings.

He is able to hide his wings, pointed ears, and heterochromia with magic.

His outfits tend to vary, but he likes to wear a lot of pink. Being a Prince, he likes to look nice in general. He wears a lot of pink.


Prince Sky was born the Prince of the Fae. His parents, the Faerie King and Queen loved each other very much, but they were in an open marriage. They both would often have affairs with other fae, as well as members of other species they found attractive. It wasn’t exactly something secret either, and it was totally normal within the Fae kingdom. Being one of the king or queens lovers was something worth bragging about in the kingdom.

Even though the king and queen loved their son very much, they were often busy between their royal duties, and their constant affairs, they often neglected their son. This often left him feeling rather lonely. To fix this, he sought comfort in getting the attention from others. Since he was the prince, he was rather popular amongst the citizens of the Fae kingdom. He was friendly and charming, and he soon came to enjoy the attention he received.

Ever since Prince Sky was born, he was groomed to take over as ruler of the Faerie Kingdom someday. He was taught all sorts of things relevant to being a king, as well as how to use his natural born magic. His tendency to befriend others was encouraged in orders to inspire loyalty amongst the citizens. He was friendly and charming, and he soon came to enjoy the attention he received.

Sky’s parents were well respected rulers. This put a lot of pressure on Sky to be a great ruler like his parents are. While he is good at befriending people, actually having to make decisions that effect other faeries lives is a whole other thing. That prospect scares him.

Still, his parents aren’t dead yet. Right now he’s just enjoying the privileges that come with being a prince. Which includes being able to travel to the human world whenever he wants.

Very affectionate and his love language is 100% physical touch, comfortable with snuggling up to people within minutes of meeting them. His judgement of people is immediate, no second impressions allowed unless bribed with something, and he holds a deep mistrust for anyone he's found lacking.
He's not one to settle for one thing for long, and so he starts and stops hobbies with abandon, is always chasing the next internship in a random field he read up on and fell down the rabbit-hole of.
Will never miss a chance for a stupid nickname, of anything. They're the supie circle, he's got a new nickname for the others almost every month.

{ Orientation and Status }
Pansexual ─ Panromantic, Poly
─
Pining


He's the tallest of the roommates, and dresses in the usual norm-core style, baseball caps, jean or leather jackets, and sports hoodies. He has dirty-blond curly hair, and a slouch that sticks around from his regular time of the month. He's never without a tumbler that says "I'm not me without my coffee". He has brown skin and a perpetual stubble that disappears only briefly when he feels too shaggy and it triggers a wolfish feel even in his human body.

In werewolf form, he's a dark grey wolf.



He grew up with plenty of sisters and brothers, some of whom were actually his cousins but they all lived on one farm at the end of the road so it was a matter of semantics. He went to school in the small town nearby, their nocturnal activities kept under the cover of the wild game reserve their property backed up to and with so much space to roam and let their animal instincts free, there weren't many accidents that couldn't be explained away as once in a blue moon.

When he met Arin, he could smell that something wasn't the same as with his other classmates but he'd never met another supernatural that wasn't some tangent of shapeshifter. So Pat chalked it up to the circles Arin ran in, not quite the jocular jocks Pat was used to with the soccer and lacrosse teams. But when he found his teammates holding Arin down ready to have their fun, he jumped in to give them a piece of his mind, and a piece of his fists of course. After being thrown off the teams for 'violent tendencies', he was more than happy to pitch his tent with Arin's group instead, though it took a while for them to warm up to him and his normie style. They rubbed off on him over the years though.

He wasn't in the same AP or Honor classes in high school as Arin and Misha, being less interested in studying subjects that weren't of, well, interest to him. After Arin spilled his secret though, he chalked it up to how friend-shaped Misha was and accepted him into the "supie" circle.

Content to mess around on his laptop when he's low-energy, his pet project is creating a network of supernaturals across the country, though he's also anal about the security for it since it would be so dangerous in the wrong hands.

He was psyched to live together with his bros but he feels he's had the hardest time dealing with life in the city. He takes long runs every day, hoping to burn off all his energy and escape the constant acrid smells for a while, and has taken to sleeping with earplugs in a thick cocoon of weighted blankets.

He works at a sports complex as a personal trainer, but he's currently trying to get an apprenticeship at a butcher's.

Casey is a kaleidoscope of joy, wit, and wisdom well beyond her years. Though still young at heart, her old soul was known to shine through in small acts of kindness – she’d hold the door for strangers or bring cookies to a sick friend just to brighten their day with her infectious smile. Casey has a playful heart, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she plans her next harmless prank to make her friends erupt in laughter. But don’t let that sweet exterior fool you – this gal has a sharp wit and even sharper tongue, tossing out sarcastic quips and cynical observations about the world with astute perceptiveness. Casey is brave to a fault, sometimes reckless in her lack of caution as she freely dances to the beat of her own drum. But this capable young woman is no damsel in distress – when faced with challenges, her creative mind kicks into gear to analyze all angles and find solutions, strengthening her persistence and resolve. Once Casey sets her mind to something, she is an unstoppable force – obstacles only fuel her determination as she wholeheartedly masters new skills through sheer practice or passionately campaigns for important causes close to her heart. Casey’s infectious tenacious spirit and zest for existence inspire those around her. For in this bright, complex, caring friend, people see both youthful joy and wisdom far beyond her years – she is a kaleidoscope of all these qualities blending together to create something beautifully unique.

{ Orientation and Status }
Pansexual ─ Panromantic – Polyamorous
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Was part of a three-person polycule while living, now…well…huh…

{ Theme Song }
“Firework” ─ Katy Perry


Casey's most striking feature would have to be her long, platinum blonde hair that cascades in gentle waves all the way down to her ankles. When she moves, her hair shines like liquid moonlight with an ethereal glow, floating around her as if under water. Her eyes are a piercing icy blue, framed by pale blond lashes. They seem to stare right through you with an intense, dazzling brightness. Even before death, Casey's complexion was ghostly pale, now her entire form is literally translucent, allowing the faintest hint of the space behind her to shine through. The pale ivory of her skin is decorated with a light splattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. On the right side of her mouth, a single snaggle tooth pokes out, giving her smile a quirky, imperfect quality. Though small in stature, Casey has a lithe, athletic build with slight curves and extra padding that give her a soft, approachable look. She is eternally clad in the same baby tee and short-short pajama set she wore when she was killed. The oversized top hangs loosely on her petite frame while the shorts show off her toned legs. Her playful sleepwear evokes a sense of eternal youth and vibrancy, frozen in time. Though no longer living, Casey's unique beauty and charm remain through her flowing tresses, radiant eyes, and the marks of life that still grace her spectral form.


Casey's spirit lingers in the townhouse she had shared with her brother Lucus, though she has no recollection of how her life has ended so abruptly. In her final memories, she had been deliriously happy in a polyamorous relationship with two wonderful partners she still loves deeply. They had seen her, understood her, and cherished her in a way that helped heal past wounds. Their love had lifted her up. Now, as a ghost stuck in her former home, Casey helplessly watches new tenants living unaware of her presence. She is desperate to understand what had happened to end her blissful life so violently.

Seeing Lucus grieve fills Casey with profound sadness and longing. Their childhood had been marked by cruelty that Lucus had shielded Casey from at great personal cost. Despite enduring horrific abuse from older half-brothers while their bitter mother turned away, Lucus had refused to abandon Casey to the foster system. For years he had endured unspeakable torment to keep them together. Finally, they had escaped to build a beautiful, joyful life together. But now tragedy has torn them apart in the most awful way. Casey's murder has devastated Lucus, though thankfully he was quickly cleared of being the culprit. She wishes she could comfort him and unravel the mystery of her own death. For now, all she can do is watch over him and hope her memories return before too long. At least the guys were aware of her now, and at least Lucus was around now and then, even if he remained unaware of her presence, being human and all. She knew their bond could never be broken, not even by death.