[CHAR] Spells in the Dark: The Shadow Queen (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

[Ellion]

Hunters:

1. Matrim "Mat" Victar
2. Draco Russ Mentoring at the Tavern.
3. Emmerich Jaeger Talking to demons in the tavern.
4. Jared Nostrym and Khan Taverning with Wing Man Khan
5. Nox Wilde: Currently running about the forest we all live in.
6. Avalon Shire Being tall. At the tavern.
7. Kyrso Shire Beingtaller. At the tavern.
8. Elisaveta
9. Kalisel: Angelic food getting, at the tavern.
10. Lusius Mathand: Drinking and chit chattying at the tavern.
11. Madeline Crux: In the forest. Making things worse.
12.Athens Henway
13. Phoebe

Witches

Clan Leader: Rose: Being a queen bee at the ruins.
1. Jenny Harris: Slave labor at the Ruin
2. Nymphadora Brookes Main Hall of the ruin. Like a good plot follower.
3. Silvienne Star
4. Celia Mockett Lazy lay-about. In the forest.
5. Shai: Lovely run in the forest.
6. Angharad
7. Lotte
8. Hyestia Silver Poisoning Everyone. In the forest.
9. Arden Not being nice to batty. Also at the Ruin.
10. Mirai Hath Getting ready to pay her babysitter at the ruins
11. Samantha
12. Rena

Other:
Tavern Keeper: Abigail Smith Being a Boss at the tavern
Tavern Slave: Marcus Langborne Talking to fairies and NOT doing his job. At the tavern.
Evil:The Black Knight
Neighborhood Royalty: Tera Valenci

[Ellion]

Witchy Witches

Rose

Appearance:

Rose

"There is a certain power in anonymity, especially when working for something greater than oneself. I want you to remember the cause, and not the cause of it"
Age: 26

Personality:

Rose is intense. As the currently leader of 'the clan', she has an almost unhealthy obsession with discovering all the secrets that Castle Bloodrose has to offer. She often leads the clan with strict rules and expectations, while at the same time attempting to come across as warm and motherly to get loyalty from more reluctant followers and those who could be stronger than herself.

History:

Throughout her childhood, a little girl was told of the power that the witches of old use to have.

She was told of witches who could create life from nothing, summon creatures from beyond and even control the devil himself. But witches like that only exist in stories and the last two to really hold that power, Medusa Bloodrose and Lorelai Von'Strauss, vanished years ago and no one really knows why or what happen. All clues point to a civil war between the two powers, but anyone who does know is either dead or isn't talking.

When the girl became old enough, she started hunting down anything that had to do with the fallen Bloodrose clan. Along the way she collected different witches who either had no choice, were clanless and interested in safety and power of numbers, or who wanted to bring back the old ways as badly as herself.

Upon gathering up a large enough group, she created 'The Clan' keeping it nameless until the title of 'Bloodrose' could rightfully and proudly be placed upon it. She also shed her old name, never to be mentioned again, taking on a new one, one that supported the cause. Rose.

Special Power: While her natural inclination is towards the healing arts, her current focus of study is geared towards necromancy and communicating with those in the beyond.

Things they look for in a partner: Passion, preferably towards her goals, but other useful skills are also a bonus.

Pets/Familiars: Monitor Lizard named Geraldt

Charlotte 'Lotte' Smart

Appearance:

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"Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day"

Age: 69 1/2 years old

Personality: In her youth, Lotte was a friendly and trusting girl. Constantly searching for something to make life better. She tended to get very single minded on a topic that interests her. It isn't always the most important thing to focus on, but...the heart wants what the heart wants. Even if that is to categorize all of the life found in a tiny pond. Or investing in a demonic relationship.

Lately(rather, for the past 60 years), Lotte has been waiting. Waiting for her mother to come back because she promised. She has kept many of her childhood traits with her over the years, although life has given her a healthy dose of skepticism.

History:
Charlotte was born to Earl Smart and Sera “Vondela” Smart. The middle child of a set of triplets, Charlotte was always the most out spoken of the three. Thus , from an early age, always triggered the wrath of her father. Despite that, she was always very happy and friendly to all she met. And perhaps…a little too trusting of strangers.

She was also always a little odd. She found strange friends in the shadows. They always came to find her, but they never stayed long because they didn't like to be near her father. And her father didn't like to find her talking to the shadows.

After a particularly bad night with her father, her mother decided it was time to rid her middle daughter of her affliction and she sent her to the church to get her help. She also sent along her other sisters, to provide labor to pay the debt of the treatment. After a month of being there, a letter arrived informing the girls that their mother had passed away. The note gave no mention of retrieving the children, so they stayed at the church. Life getting much harder for Charlotte know that no one cared about her.

Then someone made her shadow friend real and he offered her a wonderful deal. Play a little game with some horrible men and he'd bring her mother back. The game worked well. She made it look like they killed her sister (Charon assured her it was just a wonderful bit of trickery) and she'd have her mother back.

Turns out Charon was unwilling to hold up his end of the deal and Lotte wasn't strong enough to make him. He was not unkind, however, and offered her the chance to have a new and better mommy. Her sisters would be fine, of course, Charon promised to leave them in a place where they'd be loved. Ashley, the youngest place just happened to be heaven.

It was all fine though, for a year. Lotte met a wonderful long lost relative of a sort named Lorelai Von'Strauss, who agreed to be her new mother. Through Lorelai she learned how to converse with demons and even gained her own familiar, a starter demon named Hebu, housed in a mouse.

Her training never finished, as not long after it had started, Lorelai vanished. Lotte spent the next 60 years wandering from place to place. Exploring the darkest parts of the woods looking for any place her mother's soul might be hiding.

Special Power: Basic demon control. Having learned her lesson, Lotte never summons anything she cannot easily beat on her own. Other than that, she mostly uses fundamental magic with a focus in energy explosions.

Things they look for in a partner: Someone ready to explore the world and make the choice to walk away when they could fight.

Pets/Familiars: Hebu, the demon mouse

Angharad Seher

Appearance:
To lose your humanity, you must first be human

The years have been kind to the woman, not that they had a choice. Her wild brown hair never allowing gray to stain it. Face, clear of wrinkles. Well, a face, but she is sure the original owner didn't mind.

Age:87

Personality: In her younger years Angharad had a very free opinion about life. She always chose to do as she pleased, when she pleased, if only to stick it to fate a little bit more. However, when she is going after something, a rare creature to combine, a love interest, an object, she is always very intense about it and is rarely derailed until she has reached her goal. However, once she’s had her fun, she is more than willing to jump to the next thing (and, this is also the reason for people reporting strange and unusual animals in her wake).

Not much has changed in the past 60 years, other than what little sanity she once had vanished with Medusa, not that she sees the connection. If she is talking sense to you, you've already lost.

History:
Angharad is the last, and thus the leader of the Seher Clan. A once large and powerful clan of Seer specialized witches. Known far and wide for their love of making the future a little fuzzier than it had to be for prospective heroes. They were one of the only clans to activity work with hunters as most hunters just saw them as a group with the gift of ‘helpful God-sight’.

The price of future sight is a high one. While the training takes years and years, the gift comes to a seer in a single night. The price of that being forced to look into the future and see the day that they would die. Knowing that nothing they did would ever change that fate. It was sad when a witch would see a short life in front of her, but it was the way of the clan.

Grethu Seher, Angharad’s great, great, great grandmother, lead the clan for nearly 300 years, before transferring leadership to her youngest granddaughter during a time of great suffering in the clan. While the clan stood strong for nearly 500 years, over the last fifty years, every new seer saw her death occurring at a young age, some only days after their initiation. Most of them were suicides, brought on by knowing they had only a short life in front of them. Angharad, being the only one whose fate was unknown, was the only choice to lead so that her Grandmother could focus on trying to fix the seer’s curse.

Angharad had grown up knowing that she’d never take the gift, even if fate was is set in stone, she’d rather take it as a surprise then face it head on. Although she did go through the training, her passion lay in creating of something new. Her wonderful, horrific animal, now human, hybrids, forced together by darkest magic.

After the death of her Grandmother, the last of her clan, Angharad took refuge in the Bloodrose clan for a spell. Bringing with her a 'box of fates' of 'people worth knowing the fates of', written by her grandmother and passed along to her. By this point her sanity was a delicate a best, trading the papers to Medusa for kisses and eventually taking her as a lover.

As the rebellion of Loreali waxed and waned, Ang whispered thoughts of war into Medusa ear, telling her how the two of them would over-power all. And that might have been the case. But when the fight took place, Ang forgot to appear, far too busy chasing after animals.

Now, eighty years later, although it couldn't have been more than an hour or so, she returns to her lover, ready to fight a battle that ended a long time ago. And with her, comes the creatures of nightmares.

Special Power:
A chimera creator: The art of taking two creatures, who were never meant to be together, and creating a new breed of animal out of it. Usually, created by putting two animals together, thus, giving the animal a conscious per head. If an animals has only one, then the creator chooses what lives and what dies. Chimera's can also exist if two chimera's breed, thus eliminating the problem of conscious, as only one soul will inhabit it. In the past few years, her work has brought her into the field of human transformation as well as using the powerful parts of the dead to improve the living model. She is also focused on the merging of souls. Just to see if she can of course.

Basically a F-you to fate.

Al Von’Strauss-Fisherson

Appearance:

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Age: 22

Personality:
Like a working dog. Typically loyal when things are good, but will also eat you before your corpse is cold.

History:
Sixty years ago, his father, Taran Fisherson, wandered his way into the Bloodrose Covent as a highly untrained, sheltered firebug. After nearly burning down his village a number of times, he sought the help of the witches to control himself. Not long after his arrival, another new face joined the Bloodrose Covent. Alyssa Von’Strauss, the younger and significantly less power sister to the Clan's second in command, Lorelai Von’Strauss. Always second, the younger witch craved something that would be her's and her's alone.
Alyssa decided she wanted Al's father Taran and was only kept at bay by the works of Lorelai and another male witch Alphonse.

With Lorelai and Alphonse gone, nothing stopped her from using succubi to create infatuation and lust in Taran for her. By the time the effect wore off, she was already pregnant with the son that Taran would not abandon. So he stayed for the sake of his son, doing whatever it was that Alyssa asked of him, save give her a daughter she craved. Al being born a boy was perhaps the only thing that kept Alyssa around as long as she was. But after five long years in their seclusion, lead to Alyssa finally getting the daughter she desired. Five years after that, Alyssa and her daughter vanished without trace or explanation.

Although Al missed his sister, the house was a happier place after his mother had gone. His father tried his best to both undo the damage cause by living with the Von’Strauss and guild his son in the magical arts, while still being an amateur himself. Alyssa, being a traditional witch as well as craving a daughter instilled in her son that his goals were to not be an embarrassment and to never upshow a witch, even if he was better.

Those things stuck with him to an extent, his natural state is to serve a witch faithfully, although in theory, will abandon her the second she shows weakness.

Special Power:

Although a descendent of the Von’Strauss bloodline, he has not recieved the ability to make deals with demons. Instead, takes after his father as the firebug, although certainly has more control than his father ever did.
Things they look for in a partner:
Power.
Pets/Familiars:
None.

Hunting Hunters:

Nox Wilde

Appearance:

Age: 30

Personality: His whole life he has lived with purpose. Now he isn't so sure. He is slow to commit without all the facts. Likes to converse before action. A fierce fighter, but it is clear that his fire has died. In crisis mode, personality subject to change.

History:

From a young age Nox has always known what he wanted. To be templar, a hero in the night. To fight those things that threaten all the good that the lord had blessed the world with. So he trained, first with the sword and then his mind. He prayed and took oaths and eventually found himself a templar knight.

The templars were always trained to keep themselves pure of heart, soul, mind and body. So's the wicked ways of the their more fear enemies, witches, would not being able to taint them.

He fought witches, slaughtered werewolves (both in human and animal forms) and burred down vampire hives. Never once questioning if his actions were moral or not, for he knew that he was fighting with heavens light.

One night they had a simple mission, raid a witch coven. Kill all inside and may god have mercy on their souls. The mission was a success. Nine witches burned that might. Four women, one man. Three girls no older than five and a babe, a little boy who had yet to see his first winter. For the first time, in his whole life, he hesitated. Asking his commanding officer, nearly begging to reconsider the babes life sentence.

He was told that evil hides in the innocentest of forms and that not a single drop of wicked blood should be spared, lest the damn the rest of the world to the very infection they were fighting. His faith died with that babe that night. Faith in the brotherhood, in the holy war and in the lord himself.

Yet he knew there was true darkness in the world. True evil. He had seen it with his very eyes. Men being torn limb from limb by demons, young child bitten by werewolves and thus subjected to a cursed life. And it had to be fought. He was going to have to look and find it for himself.

After leaving the templars Nox entered the world of hunting. While not drastically different from what he left in terms of job description, he enjoyed the freedom it brought him.

Signature Weapon: Long sword that is in his picture.

Things they look for in a partner: Someone who will help him find his way out of this gray and uncertain world.

Pets/Familiars:
None

Othering Others:

Abigail Smith

Appearance:
"You are the light to fight the darkness, sometimes you have to cast a shadow"

Age: 69 1/2 years old

Personality:

Abigail has seen some things and has no qualms about reminding you that they existed since before you were born. She runs a tight shift about her tavern and she keeps those rowdy boys (and girls) inline. While never a hunter herself, she is knowledgeable in 110 ways to kill a witch using only your right thumb and a sprig of lavender. Idiot.

History:
Since her birth, perfection has been all that she had ever strived for. Perfect daughter, perfect worker, perfect sister. When she was 9 years old, she was left to live and work in a church after her parents became incapable of caring for their children. After the murder of her youngest sister when she was 9 1/2, she spent sometime with a mistrustful woman who eventually vanished.

All alone for the first time in her life, she was taken in by the tavern owner Bobby and his wife. She spent her youth running the tavern along side her guardian, learning everything she could about witches and how to weaken and destroy them.

Eventually, she married a lesser known hunter by the name of Erban Smith and they ran the tavern together for many years. While Abigail had very fruitful loans and bore 9 children, all but two of them never saw past five years of age.

They were all very strange deaths, one day the children would be happy and healthy running a muck, only to have die suddenly during the night. Yet, she still has her first born, Sercan Smith and her last Emalee West to dote on. Her two perfectly normal children, one a hunter and the other a wife of a blacksmith.

Signature Weapon: The power to cut you off from the beer, ale and rum.

Things they look for in a partner: Her husband is dead. There will not be a second.

Pets/Familiars: Boris and Doris, the mouser cats

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Draco Russ

Name:
Draco Russ

Appearance:
Standing at around six feet, four inches (give or take) results in Draco normally being the tallest in the crowd (Through he has encountered several people taller then himself). He has often been told that he has the broad shoulders and slim physic to be a natural born swimmer. His white skin is quite pale due to his somewhat nocturnal lifestyle, through it does match his blue eyes and brown-blonde hair rather nicely.

There was once a time where Draco was a handsome young man that could make a young woman's heart swoon; That ended during his first hunt. A misstep while dodging resulted in a werewolf leaving him without a nose and a monstrous looking scar running sideways across the middle of his face.

Time seems to have been kind of Russ; Despite appearing to be in his early forties he still appears to be in prime physical shape, even with a few extra scars and marks that pocket his body.

Age:
Appears to be in his early forties (is actually 84)

Personality:
Life has turned Draco into a highly cynical, jaded man who has made peace with his nihilism; 'Gods' are not some mythic, divine (or demonic) beings that are almighty and in control because of some 'divine plan'. Any gods that actually do exist are only such because they have power and thus anyone can become a god if they can discover and claim the source of that power. Strangely enough, he seems to have picked Eris, Goddesss of Discord as a personal deity but he keeps exactly why to himself.

Despite this belief that there is no inherit meaning to life (or existence), Draco still goes out each and every day (Well... night mostly) to try and make the world a better place because if he doesn't, who will?

Despite all the horrible things he has seen and done after all these years, he can still empathizes when someone else is having a hard time and it is hard for him not to feel some sort of empathy and desire to help them. There are times when he hates the fact that he is such a caring soul because there have been plenty of times where trying to be the nice, understanding guy has only resulted in him getting hurt but deep down he wouldn't have it any other way.

With the discovery that magic can be used by humans without the involvement of the demonic, Draco has pursed knowledge of the occult in a rather scientific manner; Decades of research and testing has resulted in him having an amazing knowledge of alchemy and access to several magical abilities. He is by no means a witch himself, but he can understand the draw of the craft a lot better then most 'mortals'.

History:
Much like many other hunter clans, the Russ family have a long and proud tradition of prowling the night to stalk and destroy those that would threaten the innocent and defenseless; Unlike many of their peers through it was rare for them to go out into the night with the intentions of hunting down a witch. The Russ family favored hunting the supernatural beast of the night, such as werewolves and the like.

Draco was raised in the somewhat abusive shadow of his father Johnathan, one of the most strong willed and stubborn hunters the family had ever produced. After a lifetime of hunting beasts, Johnathan lost both of his shins to a werewolf and was told by a doctor that he would never walk again; Six months after having his feet sewn onto where his knees should have been, Johnathan walked right up to that doctor and punched him in the kidneys despite his massive loss of height.

When Draco went out on his first werewolf hunt he slipped up, moving to protect a girl (who he later discovered was a witch) during the battle with the beast and gave it all the opening it needed to try and rip his face off with a swipe; The loss of his nose and the ugly scar across his face is a permanent reminder of that night.

Draco was present in Seren's Folly during the Witch Hunt of the coven there when Von'Strauss was in the area, but he didn't stay for all that long. Meeting and confessing his love to Genoveve Boudicca (the witch who he saved during his first hunt), the discovery that she was a witch (and that witches were in fact real and not just demons in human form) caused him to quietly leave the hunt due to his unwillingness to harm his beloved Genoveve.

The discovery that magic was real caused Draco to take a great deal of interest in it. At first it was out of a sense of duty to ensure that the Russ clan had an accurate understanding of what prowled in the night, but as time passed Draco found himself pursing knowledge of the occult out of a genuine desire to know more. He approached his research with a scientific mind set, researching and testing what he found heavily in order to split fact from fiction.

While he lacks the 'natural' gift of magic that is common in witches, Draco's research into the occult has resulted in him discovering and unlocking the ability to use a weaker form of magic without having to barter away his sole to any demon. His research into alchemy (aided by information bartered from more friendly witches or claimed as spoils from more hostile ones) has also yielded him amazing results, such as slowing down the aging process tremendously while helping to keep him in top physical form. The combination of both magic and alchemy has resulted in him appearing to be in his early forties instead of his true age in his mid eighties... and while he doesn't having the seeming immortality of a witch each new discovery and improvement to his art helps shave a few more years off the clock.

After almost sixty years, Draco has returned to Seren's Folly.

Signature Weapon:

A custom weapon created by the Russ family, the saw-cleaver is designed to be used against large, quick moving beasts that can heal from injuries at an accelerated rate by being light, sturdy and able to inflect large, nasty wounds that are hard to heal even for the supernatural. The blade itself is a fusion of silver and steel and is often cleaned/coated with a wolfsbane elixir before every hunt.


Things they look for in a partner:
Draco wants to meet a woman that can make him happy and who can look past the fact that fact that he is a horribly scarred person (in the physical, mental and spiritual sense)... and who can accept him for the knowledge that he has acquired.

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Emmerich Jaeger

Name: Emmerich Jaeger

Appearance: 1,98m high, wide shoulders and an athletic build, Emmerich is certainly an imposing sight. Blonde, slightly wavy, shoulder length hair, which he usually wears tied in a ponytail and brown eyes. His enigmatic expression and eyes that seem to hide many secrets, coupled with his build have a rather interesting effect on people, who most of the times are very curious to unravel what secrets that man hide, but too intimidated to start a conversation. Usually wears a top hat with a silver crest and decoration.

Combat appaerance

The mask is the most noteworthy aspect. The terrible mask with a sadistic grin eternally mocking those who look at it.

Age: Certain age unknown. Appears to have around 25~30 years

Personality: Emmerich is a mysterious and soft-spoken man, extremely educated, Emmerich will engage in a conversation if someone approaches him, but often prefers to be alone, deeply immersed in his own thoughts. An enigmatic expression and a cold formality are some of his defining traits. Unlike his appearance, Emmerich can be a kind person, and will help strangers if it benefits him in some way (usually he does it to keep the bad rumors that follow him as just that, rumors.) or if he takes a liking to that particular person. Making him open his heart can be a very difficult task, but if you know how to approach him though, you will find a deeply intelectual man who love interesting conversations and can be surprisingly warm and friendly to those whom he holds dear. Regarding women, Emmerich is not the womanizer type, preferring to chose very well his mate. His acid humour sometimes get the worst out of him, especially to strangers.

When he wears his mask, he undergoes a radical change in personality. Cruel, cold, sadistic, unscrupulous and acid are only some of the adjectives that can be used to describe this persona. Fighing in an almost feral way, laughing as he moves with an animalistic agility. More sadistic than ever, he enjoys bloodshed while on this state. Dangerous and unscrupulous, he is not to be trusted while under this persona.

History: Before being a hunter, Emmerich was a gentleman, a scholar who enjoyed researching everything, including magic and the night beasts, travelling through the lands, in his endless curiosity. Well... they say that those who search too much, can find things which they didn't wish they had. And that's exactly what happened to them. Foolishly walking inside a cave, which was a powerful ritual site, used by a powerful coven of witches, he saw things which deeply disturbed him. While hidden in the crevices of the cave, he observed the ritual with his notebook on hands, writing down everything. As the coven opened some kind of portal, he saw something that no human should see. His hands began to tremble, he screamed in horror, but nothing came out of his dry throat. He tried to avert his gaze from the portal, but it was useless. Something kept his eyes wide opened while unspeakable horrors invaded his mind. Falling on his knees, he passed out.

On the next day, another person woke up on that same cave... Cruel, sadistic and unscrupulous, filled with rage, this person proceeded to brutally murder an apprentice witch, who was left behind to clean the cave. Bathing in its blood with a terrible grin on his face, he ripped her flesh with his bare hands. Again and again, like a mad beast he bit her throat, dilacerating her flesh as his hands broke her bones and teared her apart. Long after she was dead, he continued. Bathed on her blood, a terrible laughter filled the cave, a laughter that was barely human at all... Tearing the witch's spine and pelvis out of its carcass, he proceeded to sit down and started to carve them with a piece of sharp stone, working diligently on them for an entire day.

The result? An immaculately white whip-rapier was the result, its disturbingly clean, ivory-colored edge was almost maddening. With her pelvis bone, a mask. The terrible mask that would haunt Emmerich's dreams forever, the same mask that symbolized his curse.
Its maddening grin was almost like it was laughing to those who looked at it. Laughing at their pain, laughing at their suffering, laughing at their very soul.

The next day, an confused Emmerich woke up with a scream. Sweating and profusely disturbed due to the nightmares he believed he had. Upon looking around, he saw all the blood, meat and entrails decorating the cave with a beautiful crimson red color. And near his hands, the rapier and the mask... That dreaded mask... Laughing at him, remembering him of the monster that was inside of him, remembering that it was part of him. Willingly or not, he would wear it again, for it was part of him. He wouldn't be able to resist its call. After all, now he was as much of a monster as the beasts he studied.

Years later, an foreigner appeared in Seren's Folly. Terrible rumors came together with that man. The man said he was a scholar, and his purpose of coming to Seren's Folly was to study the night beasts. Some believed him, other didn't...

After a few months there, Emmerich was known as a specialist at night beasts by the other denizens of Seren's Folly. Some said he appeared to be cold, but actually helped them in protecting themselves of those beasts, giving them crosses, wolfsbane & etc. Others said that he was only fooling them. That he was actually a beast himself...

Signature Weapon:

Fragmentierte Seele (Fragmented Soul)

A bone rapier that transforms itself on a whip. Sharp, deadly and unpredictable, its a dark weapon with a terrible aura in it.

Sniper Crossbow

Made of special alloy, its lighter than it seems. Firing special bolts made specifically for it (due to their size), its terribly accurate and packs a big punch

Things they look for in a partner: Emmerich looks for someone who can soothe his heart. Help him to ward of the beast inside him away. Someone whom he open his heart for and understands him. Someone who will let him cry on her arms. Cry about all the horrors he saw and did.
While with his mask though, he is attracted by power and strong personalities.

Pets/Familiars: Animals often react badly to him, being afraid and/or running away.

Shai

Name: Shai

Appearance: Blonde, short eyes. Around 1,67m high, has a delicate face and a tiny build. Uses a big hat to hide (or at least try to) her draconic ears when near other people. As a dragon-human hybrid, she has a tail and her body is partially covered by scales (more specifically on her ribs, covering the side of her body and part of her belly, her back and her thighs. Has yellow eyes with a slit pupil.
Many hunters/witches and even normal people try to either capture or kill her due to her unique appearance and traits.

Age: 19

Personality: Around other people, Shai is very wary, and tends to have problems to trust others, due to her being mostly mistreated, hated and even beaten by others. Shai is a very sweet girl, curious and loves to talk... well... she would love to have someone to talk... Tends to be overly affectionate and is quick to get attached to someone, after it conquers her trust... which can take a lot of time and effort. She will often avoid unecessary fights, prefering to run from them, without harming anyone.

History: Mankind always wanted to control everything which surrounded them. Everything they don't understand they tend to either hate and destroy or capture and try to subjugate it to their will. It is and it will be always like that.
Knowing this, I make you a question: what is the thing that humans fear the most, trying desperately to control or destroy it?
Its the magick. The arcane, energy, Mana, call it whatever you like. But the arcane is not like other forces in the universe. It has its own, unknown and ever changing laws. How can men control something that is eternally twisting and changing? They cant. Then they proceed to hate it and try to destroy it. Few are the ones who chose to embrace it, not trying to control and obtain it, but accepting it as part of the world. The ones who do it are called mages and witches, who see the world with different eyes, seeing it as it truly is.
But even those are still part humans, and some, who realize the unthinkable power that permeates the existence, try to hold it for their own. Those often die, burned by the arcane, or turn into arcane filled monsters, beasts without reason or thoughts, irregularities at the arcane flow, almost as tumors. Growing and burning their essence and arcane energy until their body cant hold it anymore and they simply burst.

But it all changed when a substance called "Dragon Blood", or at least its this the name the researches gave it due to its crimson color and burning hot feeling, was discovered at the ruins of an antique and lost civilization, who instead of hating and repelling the arcane, chose to embrace it, the Babylonians. Legends tell of a mythical place where everything is possible, Babylon was built on a node on the arcane new, which runs through the reality. This node made possible incredible advances at the art of the arcane. But as always... Humanity destroyed it, fearing that which they couldn't understand, negating the arcane and every aspect of it. Apparently it is a condensed form of Bloodmoon stone. The only means to create it was lost with the babilonian civilization. It emanated an incredible amount of arcane energy, almost like it was warping and distorting the arcane net itself.

With this new substance, they did what the human race always did. Try to control it. Dissolving it and putting it in a human embryo, they made an entire new creature. A hybrid girl.
This hybrid was a walking node at the arcane net. Not only tapping into it, but controlling it as well, She had unlimited access to the arcane energy.

Unfortunately, for the humans, this creature was as volatile and uncontrollable as the arcane itself. After suffering from years of living locked and being experimented on, the hybrid, which they gave the name "Shai" lost control. As they were trying to infuse innumerous Bloodmoon stones into her, trying to replicate the "Dragon's Blood". Losing the control over her own magick, the stars shook and trembled by the sudden outburst of power. With a huge flash and a terrible magical shockwave, a meteor fell on the research center, but instead of impacting on the earth and destroying everything, it hovered over the hybrid. The researchers looked, amazed as it glowed and changed its form, turning into an orb, mystical cards and a set of thorny dices, artifacts imbued with arcane energy.

With those in her hands, the hybrid, or I should say, Shai, ran away. Going as far as she could from there.

After years being mistreated and hunted due to her traits and appearance, Shai found refuge and shelter at the Forest near the mountain. Coincidentally there is a an Arcane Node hidden somewere in the mountain, which is perfect to hide Shai's presence from others.
As the time passed, rumours began to be told at Seren's Folly, rumors of a "spirit" which lived inside a very old ruin, inside a cave at the Forest. This "spirit" would divine the fate of those who went there, requiring only one payment: the tale of one's life until the presente moment and a good conversation. No one who went there ever saw the spirit in person, but all of them say they heard its beautiful voice.
Some drunkards swear they saw the spirit, claiming it is a beautiful hybrid girl, with a tail and scales, but they are just crazy drunkards, who would believe them anyways, am I right?

Special Power: Shai is able not only to read the stars (as a form of divination) using her star globe and tarot deck, but control them as well. By attuning her energies with the cosmos she can wield magicks of unseen and new properties, including healing, using the astral energy to smite her enemies (think of it as some kind of "starfall") , compressing or extending one's flow of time (slowing or accelerating them and their perception of time), and manipulating gravity (which she also uses to move her dices around at blinding speeds, as projectiles or barriers). Additionally, Shai can block one's access to magical energy if she touches this person. Its a complicated and lengthy process. Completely cutting a mage or a witch from the Arcane net is a process that can take up to hours, even days, but temporarily weakening it is something that can be done without too much effort.

Dices

Things they look for in a partner: Partner? Do you mean... like a... mate? *blushes heavily covering her mouth* I don't know... maybe someone kind, strong, that doesn't care for my appearance. Someone interesting with lots of stories to tell me and that can take me to many interesting and different places!

Pets/Familiars: None, untill now.

[WeepingLiberty]

Hunters

Name: Avalon Shire

Age: 20

Personality:
Ava is the strong willed twin, filled with determiniation and a burning desire to rid the world of its evils. She, however, is not very trusting of others and finds it difficult to work along side anyone but her brother. The girl can be quite selfish as well, only ever looking out for the best interests of her or her twin brother. That being said, she is fairly level headed and can think through situations calmly as well as precisely.

History:
Ava and her twin brother are legacy hunters, having been born to a family of hunters as far back as the generations could be counted. Having always been taught that there was pride in what they did, Ava grew up determined to make her mark on the world and to prove that even women could make decent fighters. After the death of her mother, her father began going out on more and more hunts, leaving the twins behind with his brother to train until one hunt he just never made it home. Ava later found out that it hadn't even been the witch that killed him, but another (much less honest) hunter gunning after the same target. From then on Ava has found it impossible to trust those working around her and has her eyes set on tracking down the witch that had led to her father's demise.

Signature Weapon:

Scythe

Things they look for in a partner:
Dependability, someone to rely on for help when things go south.

Pets/Familiars:

Leo

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Secondary

Name: Kyrso Shire

Age: 20

Personality:
Ky is the goofball twin, always cracking jokes and trying to get people to laugh. The world is such a dark place, he feels the onloy way to survive it is by making fun of it. He cares very deeply for his sister and would do anything in order to protect her, however, he also thinks that she is a bit of a stick in the mud. Needless to say, he's more along for the ride than the quest to annihalate evil.

History:
Kyrso had the same upbringing as his twin sister Ava, however it isn't difficult to see the differences between them. He didn't care as much about th ehunting and merely trained to appease his father who held such pride in the work. During training when he grew bored, he would pull pranks on his uncle to lighten things up which only resulted in harsher training for the goofy lad. Still he was a swift study and lacked only the motivation to remain at the same level as his sister. The death of their father hit the twins hard, but he could tell that Ava needed someone to cry on instead of with. Pushing his own depression away, Kyrso made a point to smile even brighter and laugh louder than ever. From then on, he promised that he would have Ava's back no matter what the situation, taking up his uncle's old sword Nightblood to fight alongside her.

Signature Weapon:
"Nightblood" Black Iron Longsword (As shown in portrait)

Things they look for in a partner:
Honesty and courage, being able to openly express thoughts or emotions without fear; to act even in the face of said fear.

Pets/Familiars:
Vivari the red-tailed hawk.

Witches

Name: Mirai Hath

Age: 26

Personality:
The near perfect representation of the destructive power of fire. She's impulsive and harsh, violently lashing out at all around her. This witch finds great pleasure in the sufferings of others and will find someone to torture if left alone for long enough. So far the only person able to wield such a flame for good use has been the clan leader Rose; a witch that Mirai has developed an undying loyalty and respect for.

History:
Mirai is a pureblooded witch, coming from a long line of witches that have hidden themselves in plain sight since the downfall of the original great coven. Born with the fiery personality of her ancestors, her family had a difficult time hiding their existence from humans. She believed that witches shouldn't have to hide from the world, that humans should bow at their feet and move according to their whims. This clash in beliefs led to Mirai striking out on her own to cause trouble. Burning farms, threatening travelers... She enjoyed every minute of it, consumed by power.

After a while she settled herself into one of the far corners of the forest surrounding the mountain. It was here she would rest, hidden within the mountain whilst using a run down shack as a decoy/lure. It became a fun little game of hers to use this method to draw in ambitious hunters and toy with them until their deaths. That was until one particular fellow wandered in, and managed to steal a pendant of rare variety from her amongst her belongings. Rather than killing him right away she followed him to see what it was that he wanted with such an object. Discovering it was for the health of his beloved, Mirai cold-heartedly intervened. Giving an ultimatum, she offered the pendant in exchange for his servitude... the only catch? If he disobeyed her or betrayed her in any way, she would take the pendant back leaving the girl to die.

A few years have gone by since she acquired Arden, training him to control his magical outbursts as well as a few tricks here and there. For the time being, however, he remains more of her entertainment than an actual tool for work.

Special Power:
Touch of flame: Mirai's specialty is fire magic however her strongest point is in close combat, mixing magic with physical strength. Her lack of patience makes targeting from a distance difficult for her and is rarely accurate in this regard.

Things they look for in a partner:
Strength... But perhaps not quite in the way you might think.

Pets/Familiars:
Sunni the black Mammoth Bat.

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Secondary

Name: Nymphadora Brookes

Age: 22

Personality:
Nymphadora represents the more regal side of nature, bearing soft edges and warm smiles. These can be quite deceptive though, as she's actually incredibly spiteful. Quick to anger, this small sprite won't hesitate to tear you apart and feed you to the wolves. She doesn't care much for people or their lives, but holds the highest respect for plant life.

History:
Growing up Nymphadora heard many stories about the witches of old. Tales told of their immense powers and their great fortresses, but of all the stories ever told there has always been one in particular that had interested her. The Glow Wood, a magical place filled to the brim with flora and fauna of all kinds and supposedly the most beautiful place in the whole world. But since the downfall of the Bloodrose coven, the forest had mysteriously disappeared. Rumors had spread of its possible locations but none ever panned out. Of all the wonders, Nymphadora found herself drawn to this one in particular, using this desire to find it as incentive to train in the magic arts.

Special Power:
Nymphadora's affinity is for the manipulation of the world's flora, though she has spent most of her time studying the art of alchemy.

Things they look for in a partner:
Curiosity and a desire to learn, to explore. There are many secrets to the world but no fun to discover them alone.

Pets/Familiars:

Mori

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Name:
Silvienne Star

Age: 18

Personality:
Silv is incredibly shy, frightened by most humans due to certain events in her past as well as even some of her own kind as noted by the distance she stands at. At her core she is quite caring though, always thinking of others before herself despite being uncomfortable around them. She'll seek solitude but often finds herself surrounded by the beasties of the forest, not at all intimidated by even some of the more aggressive ones.

History:
Silvienne had always been a pretty girl, blessed with clear skin and soft green eyes, so it came as no surprise when heads began turning her way. Captivated by her beauty, men would go following her around and women would curse her name as she walked by. When she was thirteen a couple of drunkards tracked her down while she was picking herbs from a field and attacked her, attempting to beat her into submission. As an orphan she had no one to come to her rescue, so she found herself chained up in an abandoned farm house for weeks. Half-starved and exhausted she waited for death to take her away, however he didn't come for her either. Her savior was found in the most unlikely of places when a beast known to roam the fields at night heard her crying. Mistaking her cry for one of those belonging to its cubs, the creature attacked the men and whisked the girl away, nursing her back to health.

It was during this time that she discovered that she had magical potential, born with the ability to speak to animals but not much else. For a while she lived with the creature in the forest, avoiding hunting parties and witches alike through most of her teenage years. It wasn't until recently that she decided to part ways and seek to learn "real" magic. Not wishing to relive her past, however, she covers her face with a mask carved from the bones of woodland critters.

Special Power:
Born with the ability to understand and speak to animals, however she is in the process of learning healing magic.

Things they look for in a partner:
A protector, someone that can lift her from the darkness and solitude who is unaffected by the greed and lust of mankind.

Pets/Familiars:
Friend to all creatures, however there is one little grasshopper that refuses to leave her side. She's nicknamed him Jiminy.

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Secondary

Name: Marcus Langborne

Age: 28

Personality:
Calm, cool, collected, and... a lady killer. He moves about with such a confidence, certainty in every motion, kindess in every word. There's something about him, a sly intelligence but a tinge of sadness hidden behind his eyes that draws you in. Watch out though, he won't hesitate to throw you on your ass for disrespecting a woman, especially if that woman in Mrs. Smith or anything to do with her tavern.

History:
Marcus is quite the enigmatic character and not much is known about him or his past. He showed up in Seren's Folly a few years back and began working at Abigail's tavern. So far the only things he has told people for sure is that his name is Marcus and that he isn't from the surrounding area. Rumors have spread around that perhaps he's a hunter from out of town, but he hasn't left on any of the hunting parties that have taken off from the town since he began working there. Other rumours of him being married have cropped up here and there, however he refuses to answer the question one way or another.

For those who know the truth, and there aren't many of those... Marcus was indeed a hunter once, or at least that's what people called him. In reality he was really just an assassin for hire, and a good one at that. The city where he worked was filled to the brim with crime lords and sleezy politicians that tried to take advantage of the citizens, so he took little issue in completing his tasks. That was until one of his jobs including the kidnapping of one of these said politicians' daughter for ransom, a young woman by the name of Elizabeth. One thing led to another and not long after the two ended up getting married in secret. He would send her gifts that he bought with the money made from his various jobs and in return she would send handwritten letters and a different flower from the garden she kept. It was far from a traditional relationship, but the two were in love and found happiness in each other's thoughts.

After a year, Marcus had saved up enough money to properly ask for her hand in marriage, however it didn't quite pan out the way they had expected. Someone had figured out who Marcus was and had told the politician as such, so when he went to speak with the man, all that awaited him was shackles. Luckily for him the guardsman was one of his previous clients but the price for his freedom was banishment. Unable to say goodbye to his beloved, Marcus was whisked away where he made his way to Seren's Folly.

Signature Weapon:
Chain Whips (Attached to a pair of gauntlets)

Things they look for in a partner:
He's still brooding over his secret wife, and wears a ring around his neck on a chain.

Pets/Familiars:

Mia

She is a Glow Wood fairy that had been caught back before the Bloodrose Coven fell. Bought and sold on the black markets, Mia has long since forgotten the location of her home and instead sticks with Marcus to repay him for rescuing her.

[shagranoz]

Jenny Harris

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Only difference is that she has green eyes.

Name: Jenny Harris

Age: 16

Personality: Jenny is defined by her envy and ambition. If someone else has it, she wants it. This isn't surprising, given that her father is the eternal second in the Pit, but it's led to some tensions amongst her and her sisters in the coven. And she's just fine with that; she is what she is.

Bio: Nearly 17 years ago, Jenny's mother Emma summoned the demon Invidiel. The terms: A daughter now for Emma's soul, to be paid on the child's sixteenth birthday. Thus Jenny.

Life for Jenny and Emma was comfortable, with Emma's magic able to provide everything they needed. Knowing when her end was coming, Emma struck a deal with the coven at the Bloodrose ruins to take Jenny in when she was gone. Till that day, Jenny studied the blasphemous arts intently. Then, the fated night came. As midnight approached, Emma said her goodbyes to Jenny, and... well, it's not every day your mother gets devoured body and soul by a giant ethereal sea serpent.

Jenny made her way to Castle Bloodrose, where her arcane knowledge has made her a valued, if not trusted, sorceress.

Powers: Thanks to the fact that her father's domain is an icy ocean, Jenny's powers tend towards manipulating water and ice. She is, however, very talented in the theoretical aspects of several schools of magic.

What they look for in a partner: Jenny cares not if she beds with man or woman, so long as she can use them to advance her own power and status.

Familiar: A viper named Swiftfang. It can talk, but has no other magical qualities.

Invidiel

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Name: Invidiel

Age: Older than time itself

Bio: It is difficult to overstate how powerful and influential Invidiel has been over the millennia. The serpent that tempted Adam and Eve in the Garden? Him. The Leviathan that shall come at the Apocalypse? Him again. Second in power to only Lucifer among the demons, first to join him in the Fall, Invidiel is a mighty ally... and a lethal enemy.

Kalisel

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Name: Kalisel

Age: Older than time itself, but looks mid-twenties

Personality: Sweet, loving, kind, and slightly innocent, Kalisel is everything one would expect in an angel of Heaven. She also has a curious streak that often gets her in trouble- she's not the kind of person to learn from her mistakes.

Bio: Kalisel served God in the Host of Humility, a minor angel in Michael's ranks. Recently, she was sent to Earth to smite a robber. She did as she was ordered, watching the divine lightning bolt char the criminal beyond all recognition, but she had second thoughts for the first time. Upon giving her report to God, she asked him, "Why?"

And all the Heavenly Host was shocked and terrified into utter silence.

Questioning God's actions is something that angels Just. Don't. Do. It isn't even supposed to be possible, and the only other one to do it of their own free will was Lucifer himself. There was a real possibility of a second revolt in Heaven, only this time, God took swift and decisive action. He hauled Kalisel to the edge of Heaven, ripped off her wings, and threw her down to earth. She fell for a year and a day, before impacting in the muddy ground as a mortal, all her divine capabilities utterly stripped from her. Yet she still seeks to earn back her halo and wings, and the Bloodrose ruins may offer her a chance...

Weapon: A longsword she has named Forgiveness. It has no special properties.

What they look for in a partner: Kalisel is hurting, and she needs a man who will give her comfort from her tragic past.

Pet: None yet.

[Black Alice]

Elisaveta the Impaler

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Age: 32

Personality: Ambitious, cunning and charismatic, Elisaveta is the kind of person to wholeheartedly believe she is the greatest person in the room at any moment. She is unyielding, in her ego, and in her desire to further herself and dominate others. And, in order to achieve her goals, she will disregard any and all morals that stand in her path. No abyss is so deep that she will not plunge into it in search of success.

Favours stealth, and an overwhelming first strike to outright combat. Willing and capable enough to pass herself as a witch if she must.

She is religious, and attends church with regularity.

History:
(What is known about the girl Elisaveta)
Elisaveta is the eighth princess in line for the throne of a certain foreign Kingdom, a noblewoman by breeding who fell into obscurity sometime in her mid teens. What most people don't know, is that she fell in more ways than one that day.

It was a joke. She had always been the "odd" sister, and here her shining, model example of a royal sibling was consorting with demons by moonlight. After finding out the truth, Elisaveta could never look at her in court without thinking of the bloodstains and circles and voices in the dark of night. Soon, she found herself consumed by the most wretched nightmares, visions of horror that lasted beyond the moment of waking to twist the already skewed world even further.

Her older sister knew she knew, but as the youngest princess, there was nothing Elisaveta could do. She was helpless, and pure, without anybody to guide her on the correct path

And then one night, Elisaveta disappeared.

(What is known about the Hunter)
The Impaler is feared for its cruelty towards witches, and the great messes it leaves in its path. Stories say that it bathes in the blood of its enemies to sustain itself, and revels in its victims suffering. Its gender is, unlike most Hunters, largely controversial. Some people seem to believe the Impaler is a beautiful woman, who uses the flesh and blood of witches to make herself young and powerful. Others paint her in a more brutal light, a twisted spear of righteous might that penetrates witches in a way that is both gruesome, and sometimes perverse.

Either way, all of their sins will be forgiven, for their fight is true and holy. Purification through blood. The religious motif is evident in all renditions of their stories, contrasting the atrocities they commit with a subtle, quiet devotion to god and all his flock. They are often attributed with rescuing virgin sacrifices.

Signature Weapon: A handcrafted, collapsible spear of tempered steel created by an inventor met through Elisaveta's noble contacts. Its spring-loaded shaft can extend the spear's lethal head with frightening speed with the press of a button, and has two length settings. Must be manually reset every time, so it's a trick that can only be used twice a fight, as the process is far too time consuming to do during battle.

Things they look for in a partner: Youth & Attractiveness

[Fetzen]

Jared Nostrym

Age

23

Appearance

Jared's small number of years is clearly visible to even the most inattentive observer. His skin is clean and of medium complexion, his hair's dirty blond and of medium length. The man's typical facial expression is a rather grim looking one, but it is up to debate if this is merely due to the natural tension and arrangement of his muscles. Jared's build is not that muscular, but to call him weak would be off base. After all he somehow has to move about eight feet of body around due to the giantism condition inherited from his father.

Personality

Jared can be considered an introvert, but that's more of a deliberate choice than instinctive behaviour. He can do otherwise if he's sure that the topic is not going near the things about himself he wants to hide. This also makes him appear rather thoughtful, frequently weighing his words before giving his mouth the order to speak them out and thereby causing delays in dialogue. He usually is friendly, willing to pay for a round as long as he can afford it (which is not very likely given his current situation). He's not yet a hunter and given his familiy's history comparably open minded when it comes to witches, but on the other hand he's clever enough not to put his head too far above the parapet when he's among people looking like hunters.

History

His father was Andri Hymir, the hunter that managed to blast himself into eternal shame by doing something the vast majority of hunters considered treason and relocating to the Bloodrose coven. Many still do, but that's reduced to academic interest because Andri died about fifteen years ago. He disappeared from the scene decades earlier though - after the destruction of Castle Bloodrose he had nowhere left to go except self-elected exile.

Being his son explains Jared's interest in noone knowing his true origin and living under a false name. Interestingly though he made the decision to come back very near the place where everything had started a long time ago: The ruins of the castle, said to be haunted, shielded him from snoops and undesired civilians for most of his life. Now however he has a rather big problem: The witches are back - and with them the hunters.

What he didn't expect though was the precarious location of his home coming to befall him so early in the upcoming struggle. Was it the witches' presence or a rogue, random event after many years of nothing that made the gnomes attack his home near the mountain ? The question is quite academic. Having lost a lot, Jared had to relocate to Seren's Folley very recently. He now is stuck in the middle of a hive of hunters, but he's not yet sure if he wants to join their cause or try otherwise. The village has been his first choice because, unlike a certain castle, it doesn't lie in ruins but at least can offer a bit of comfort. As long as he can afford it...

Signature weapon

His father has left Jared with a number of items, some of them originating from his time with the old Bloodrose Coven. Among them was his suit of armor. While it is imbued with magic, Jared lacks the ability to actually invoke it. For him it is an ordinary piece of equipment although of superb quality and made of materials looking a bit atypical. Part of it are two almost identical staffs comprised of ironwood, leather and a minor amount of metal for reinforcement. One could claim that such a blunt weapon's effectiveness is inferior to that of a real sword of equal size, but on the other hand they can hit and knock out the enemy without spilling much blood or used for strangling. After all he looks more like some sort of silent killer, doesn't he ?

Pets / familiars

None, except maybe for the horse he used to escape from his farm when it was overrun.

Things he looks for in a partner

He currently has other priorities - restoring his former life and securing his own future, for example. That doesn't mean that he'd not be open to being approached though.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Celia Mockett

"You smell so...nice."

Appearance:
Standing at a fairly impressive, but lanky five foot seven, Celia isn't all that intimidating as far as appearances go. She has incredibly pale skin typically covered by a light, tattered white colored robe. Bright, blonde nearly white hair with almost fur-like quality falls to her shoulders. Under her robes, she typically wears a white dress that is obviously quite faded and worn. She has tired seeming grey colored eyes, that seem to be mostly focused on whoever is speaking to her...with an almost off putting intensity.

On her back is a rather intricate looking magical seal seared into her flesh in some manner.

Age:
22

Personality:
Generally, Celia is a fairly quiet person. Not out of shyness or inability to speak, but because she often just doesn't have much to say, and speaking is often times a bit too much effort for her to exert. She only speaks when needed, or when asked for her opinion. She is quite a lethargic individual and doesn't leave her room much, often rather spending her time sleeping or doing other low powered activities. She is quite level headed in most situations, and doesn't seem to let many things bother her.

Under that calm, lethargic exterior though, is an incredibly dangerous temper and blood lust. While she is incredibly slow to anger, if one ever gets her riled up - you don goofed. She has shown to have a bit of ill-fated curiosity at times, however, and sometimes shows interest in odd trinkets and things sometimes.

History:

Celia Mockett was once a simple farm girl out in the country. Loving family, and never particularly intended to become a witch. She never particularly had any large ambitions to speak of at all, really. She just wanted a simple, quiet life that was as easy as possible. Life never really goes the way we plan, though. One day when she was young, she was out playing in a nearby forest, venturing deep into the woods, a slight spark of curiosity guiding her deeper into the dark woods.

She got lost.

She wondered for a days, unable to find her way back. However, she did find a cave where she was able to take temporary shelter from a storm. Lost, hungry, but oddly unafraid she took shelter - where she just so happened to find some...'food'. Hungry and with little choice left if she wanted to live, she ate. The cave had been home to a creature. A being of gluttony, cannibalism, and greed. It had been sleeping for a long time, undisturbed until Celia walked in. Finding Celia eating its own food, the creature would have killed her, but something happened. Something possessed the girl. A spirit of some sort, giving her extraordinary power and filling her with an all consuming bloodlust and hunger and took a form similar to that of the other beast.

She managed to kill the beast, and feasted upon its body. She would have remained that way, had a few years later a witch not managed to seal the creature. The witch took her in for a few years, giving her a few tips on how to utilize magic and told her that if she wanted answers and possibly a way to end her possession if she sought it - seek the old glow wood.

So Celia decided to finally give a damn about something, and see if she can find it. If she could, at least she could find a good place to sleep for awhile.

Special Power:
If she was to have a special power, it would be her ability to manipulate blood. Specifically hers, and the spilled blood of others and weaponize it to an extent. She isn't particularly skilled at the craft, but is learning...very...very...slowly.

Things they look for in a partner:
She has never actually thought about it. Relationships with people are tiring. But if she had to say, it'd be someone who isn't totally exhausting to be around.

Pets/Familiars:
N/A

Other:
Celia, is in fact, possessed by a Wendigo. A being similar to a werewolf, though typically once one turns it is impossible to turn back without the aid of magic. The creature is currently sealed, but it still has a rather obvious effect on Celia's personality. A voracious appetite, a surprising amount of strength contained in her frail looking body that only gets stronger the more she allows the beast to take over, and general lethargy and desire to consume human flesh.

Phoebe Longhurst

"look at you, filthy mongrel. Your nothing but a blight upon humanity. Allow me to end your pitiful existence."

Appearance:
Standing at just five foot five, Phoebe would not come off as incredibly physically intimidating on her own. She has pale skin, marred by a few scars across her body from her time as a hunter. Though the only one usually visible is a long one going from her left ear, down to her left shoulder. She has chestnut colored hair with blue eyes, and typically wears custom fitted armor of the Inquisitors of Arasil, a sect of hunters from the church designed to do one thing and one thing only: Find the abominations of the devil and slay them. Be they witches, magic of any sort, or beasts.

Typically, her appearance is concealed beneath a blue cloak. A gold colored sword rests at her hip, and a crossbow on her back with bolts hanging at her belt for easy access. Upon the belt, also exists pouches filled with various things to help one fight any sort of beasts. The armor she wears is made of both easy to move in leather with light metal plates to allow for ease of movement and decent defense against physical elements whilst fighting beasts. However, she is always equipped with a number of armaments either hidden across her body, or quite visible to people.

Age:
24

Personality:
Serious, though not unfriendly or a stick in the mud. While she does not drink nor partake in more questionable activities that other hunters might, she isn't going to attack one for doing something she would not. Not unless she was insulting them on a long list of insults for something else. However, Phoebe loathes all sorts of supernatural entities. They are nothing but an aberration of humanity and mockery of gods work with few exceptions. Beasts must be cleansed from this earth, witches must be made to repent, and demons are to be slain without remorse. Forcefully, if they are unwilling. She is no stranger to cleansing the flesh of a witch through torture.

History:
Her history would start with the killing of her parents and nearly her at the hands of witches. Kidnapped, to be sacrificed in some abhorrent ritual to beckon things not of this world closer. She would have died too, if not for the hunter that saved her from being sacrificed in time. The hunter, clad in black dress, wielding a giant axe and stained in the blood of witches and their thralls, became her role model and caretaker after bringing her to the church.

Her name? Senna Aurelius Constance. A loud mouth, brash, human who took a little too much pleasure in killing things for a sane person. Even so, she wasn't a bad person. Phoebe looked up to her, and after turning fifteen she wanted to become a hunter just like the older woman. So, she trained and joined the inquisitors of the church, just like her. Even as young as she was, she was extremely skilled in both making traps and using whatever she could to outwit witches and bring beasts to their knees. Her and Senna, made an appropriately effective team. Senna, using her silver coated axe and demonic strength to slay beasts and witches alike with Phoebe assisting with handmade weapons and armaments the Inquisitors eventually adopted as a much more effective means of killing beasts and witches.

When she was twenty three, though, they had to part ways. Senna left the church and Phoebe to travel. For whatever reason she never clarified, but Phoebe was told to go investigate Seren's folly on rumors of witches - and bring them the lords light.

Signature Weapon:

Weapons of the trade

Hunter Tools:
While not exactly a single weapon, they are her main choice of armament against any beast she might come across and she prides herself on being able to adapt to any possible situation whatsoever. The tools are completely varied, and always differ in function except for one: Killing witches and beasts. Any hunter of the inquisitors finds themselves in possession of these items, and can often make them themselves.

A few of the more common ones she carries on her person at all times are as follows:
Firebomb:
Their most simple and effective means of fighting anything the church deems unclean. These spherical objects contain a secret, volatile mixture of substances of pyrophoric materials that upon pulling a string separating the chemicals, is thrown and upon impact break and cause an initial explosion followed by releasing a slow burning oily substance onto their targets. They are lightweight, weighing only roughly two-three pounds. Typically, she carries around six or seven on her at any given time. While they can and will burn on almost anything, they are fairly easily avoided if one can anticipate them, but if you do get hit you're probably going to get more than a little sunburn.

Bottles of Holy Water:
Small flasks of water blessed by a high ranking priest of the church. While its effectiveness is questionable, it is standard for church hunters to carry at least a few with them. The purity of Holy water is the second line of defense against beasts and witches alike, as water rejects all that is evil.

Throwing Knives
An arsenal of finely serrated, lightweight throwing knives she always carries on her person. She typically keeps around twenty on her body in various places. They aren't particularly anything special, and while not the most damaging of things they can catch foes unaware and for larger beasts, stun them if they are struck in the right spot. Depending on the target they are coated in a different substance to help with the hunt. A Mixture of wolfsbane and gold dust for witches, and poison for werewolves and other beasts.

Various Poisons:
Witches may be magical entities, but they are still human. Or at least, they have human bodies. Human bodies are weak. She has a variety of poisons she can make fairly easy. All of which, have nasty either immediate effects upon someone who is inflicted with it, or something much more subtle and long term.

Cross Pendant:
A standard issue silver and gold, rosary cross any hunter should keep on their person. While not exactly the most effective weapon if one is able to get close enough to a witch, it is going to probably hurt a bit enough to get a fatal blow in.

Crossbow Bolts:
Her method of direct armament, should she decide to engage in semi-direct fight. It is a simple, but effective contraption kept at her side at all times. Its just as the name states, a simple lightweight crossbow. However, the bolts are the thing that are a bit special. She keeps about ten-twenty bolts on her at all times, strapped to her belt at her waist for quick and easy reloading. Depending, they can have a bit of a different effect. Tie a firebomb to one to make for a easily delivered payload of fun times, coat it in poison, wolfsbane and lavender, or whatever else that could potentially be harmful to witches and beasts.

Nets (Spiked, weighted):
Typically, she carries at least two of each on her. The spiked nets for hindering enemies movement, as well as tearing flesh of beasts. Weighted ones for less injury, but for more hindrance in case one needs to slow or make a hasty escape. Typically, fired from a special tube after being loaded into the crossbow.

Inquisitors Lantern:
A lantern worn at the hip to light dark areas and help one see. While not exactly a weapon, it could be fairly easy to turn it into a makeshift source of fire should one spill oil and light it.

Other:
She is quite creative when it comes to making weapons and such things. While these are her standard armaments, it is by no means a complete definitive list of items in her arsenal. If she needs to get creative and make something else for a situation, she is perfectly capable if she has enough time and materials. Often carries wolfsbane and lavender on her.

The major, major downside to all of her armaments is that they are limited in quantity. Once they run out, she can not just magic some more up. So while her tools are incredibly effective most of the time, prolonged battles can and will go poorly for the ill equipped. Of course, that is why one learns to adapt and be agile and swift enough to be able to either run or wait until the right moment to strike.

Other weapons:
Hunters Crossbow:
Her first choice of weapon, often used with her bolts. Fires them reliably, swiftly, and can be reloaded with ease.

Inquisitors Sword:
If all else fails, falling back to good, firm, steel is always the faithfuls last line of defense against immeasurable odds and devilish beasts. It is a simple sword, coated with a layer of silver. Often times, before hunts Wolfsbane and Lavender is smeared along the blade, just in case.

Things they look for in a partner:
Steadfast morality, unshakeable morals and one who always works to do the right thing even if they do not always succeed.

Pets/Familiars:
Has a pet cat that traveled with her from the church to Seren's folly. Likes sleeping on the pews there and often begs cutely for food and pets. Doesn't have a name. 'Cat' does just fine.

[Deos Morran]

Lusius Mathand

Lusius Mathand

Age: 26

Personality:

Lusius often carries himself with a calm air, always maintaining his formal and elaborate appearance with his strong, but beautifully crafted clothes. All the while trying to hold onto a calm and kind air. He's not a fool though and knows that around every corner can be an enemy, especially in his case. Still with that in mind he's not likely to be the friendly and chatty man of town as he tends to stick to himself, keeping isolated and looking longingly at the boisterous and fun loving crowds. He's not stranger to fun, just isn't exactly going to be the one to start up the conversation.

History:

Lusius' adventures started when he was a very, very young lad of just 6 years of age. He enjoyed a quiet and happy life in the quaint and romantic village of Elder's Grove. While his hometown didn't boast anything fancy or particularly extravagant he couldn't have a want for things being any different. After all there was ample food from the local fields and the babbling brook that flowed through town and kept the mill running gave clean water and fresh fish. Due to the town being positioned and nestled in the loving bosom of a valley, the weather was almost always beautiful, save the occasional shower of course. Life was good and great to live, however life also has a way to twisting it's gifts...

When Lusius was 6 and playing in the nearby farm fields just outside of town the village was struck by a burning monster that flew through the fields and ravaged not only the crops, setting the fields that Lusius was in ablaze, but also taking to the village. Scorching fires roared up around, burning the villagers alive as they tried to flee the bloodthirsty creature. It's rage and bloodlust seemingly unsateable.

Lusius was terrified and cowered in the raging inferno that was the field. Before long the torrential flames lashed and licked at him, forcing him to flee through burning stalks of corn and around flaming wreck that were once plows, carts, and wagons. Before long he was forced back into town to see the carnage laid out before his young eyes. Charred corpses lay strung about, hanging from burning sinew and blackened bone. Homes were cast into infernos, throwing out enough fire to spread like was alive and wild. Yet still he had nowhere to go. His path was narrowed to only one way to go and that was forward.

Crying and panicking the entire way through what was once a peaceful and calm village, seeing familiar faces melt before his young eyes. He was in Hell.

Things were to be worse though. As he ventured through town the beast was growing closer and closer to him until they finally met in the village church. Lusius had dove inside the stone building for shelter as it was the only thing not set ablaze and the monster was drawn smelling the fear and suffering of the small child. Bursting through the roof it cast rumble and stone down on the boy, making him fall to his knees and cower in fear for his young life. Looking up to stare into the glowing red eyes of the burning demon. It was shaped like a man, standing on two legs with two arms as well. However from it's burning body of obsidian and fire it grew a tail that whipped wickedly around like a cat teasing it's prey. From it's back sprout two great wings that stretched upward making the devil look even bigger and more horrifying. Both it's feet and hands had long, sharp claws that glowed a bright red, showing that they too were hot as the fires of Hell itself.

As the beast stared down at the boy, it only smiled it's wicked smile. Sharp teeth glinting in the dancing flames. It was going to enjoy slaughtering the boy, hearing his screams echo around the stone walls as the young child was burned alive.

As the beast raised it's wicked hand to strike him down a miracle happened. Lusius' father charged in wielding the fallen cross from the church. Striking the beast with the golden crucifix solidly in the back to make it recoil and hiss shrilly before turning to face the foolish man. Despite his heroics Lusius father didn't last long enough for a second swing. The devil swung back and grabbed his neck, burning his flesh and gripping his forehead with his other hand. Before long all Lusius could hear was sizzling and his father's screams.

Lusius was at a loss, he couldn't do anything, not even move while his own father was murdered in front of him. Though without warning, something washed over him. A fire inside him that ignited like nothing he'd ever felt before and in a rush he lunged forward, grabbing the broken golden cross and hefting it high. Using the pointed end of the long base he plunged it into the demon's back letting the holy symbol sink in deep.

The monster roared, shooting fire from it's mouth and eyes as he left go of Lusius' dead father, turning to glare and reach out to execute the insolent child. As he picked him up Lusius could feel the hot, clawed hands of the demon cut into and melt his flesh, sending agony through his body before the monster rushed forward, melting away and washing over Lusius, engulfing him in fire.

The next day Lusius awoke, naked and lying alone in the ruins of the church. All around him cinders and ash settled and spread about. Looking around scared he realized that he was unharmed, but he was the only one. His father was unrecognizable from the flames and once he left the church there was nothing left. His entire home was razed to the ground.

As Lusius roamed around naked and afraid, wishing things could just go back to the way they were, he was found by a team of Hunters who had just so happened been dispatched to hunt a witch nearby. Taking pity on the young lad they took him with, clothing him and taking him back to treat and train him as one of their own.

However, he was no longer the Lusius he was before the attack. His heart turned to ice and his body turned to fire. The demon wasn't dead... He was the demon now. Yet even as his body and soul turned to be more monsterous he was spared the blades of his new brothers and became a necessary evil in the batter against worse things. Instead he was turned from a scared little boy into a fierce monster used to fight other monsters.

Then as the years went by and he grew, so too did his might. He was faster, stronger, and tougher than others, yet deep down inside he was held back by the nightmares that still plagued him. The smell of burning flesh, the sight of charred bone, and the haunting fact that the one who did it all... was now himself. He was the devil he hated all his life.

Signature Weapon:

While training with the Hunters Lusius had tried many different weapons and styles of combat, yet the one that stuck was the sword. Deftly wielding his blade "Harbinger" he cuts through his foes. Not exactly a very special weapon, but it is specially heat tempered to resist great temperatures such as being engulfed in flame.

Harbinger

Yet no matter how much he trains with his sword he'll never compare in capability to his Burning Form. Lusius has the power to summon forth the fire inside him, engulfing him in obsidian and fire to turn into the living inferno. Gaining great strength, speed, durability, wings, a tail, and sharp, burning claws he grows in both height and power. When in this form he can throw fire, take flight, and even breathe gouts of red hot fire.

Yet this form isn't without consequence. Rage consumes him, tainting his mind and vision turning him from the calm, cool, collected man to a beast that takes great issue in determining friend from foe. Similarly he then becomes susceptible to many of the tools he learned to use as a Hunter. Holy symbols and gold weaken him when pressed to his burning body. Water strikes at his fires and while he often evaporates small amounts, dousing him will crust his obsidian skin and harden his joints rendering him much slower even to the point of locking up his body.

Burning Man

Things he looks for in a partner:

Compassion above all. Even among his brothers in arms he's an outcast for what he is so the most attractive thing he could look for is compassion and acceptance for what he is.

[Noxx]

Samantha Trainer

Name: Samantha Trainer

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Height: 5' 6

Appearance:

Personality: Loud, obnoxious and in your face kind of girl, Samantha is extremely straightforward and informal with literally everyone regardless of status. She can be condescending and sarcastic at times this especially shows when she lacks the correct sensibility to use sympathy as a way of comforting others. Quick to act if she hears or sees anything that peeks her interest, its also good to note that Samantha is a habitual liar but being that her lies are obviously just that one would find it difficult to believe her. Highly intelligent and adaptive Samantha can think of new ways to get out of anything quickly. Lastly one should look out when Samantha is around, she has an actual case of kleptomania (She mainly will steal books) and just might have a hoarding disorder (BOOOOOKS), watch your prized possessions and check her room frequently when things go missing.

History: Charles Trainer wanted nothing more than a son for years, it was the only reason the man, even got married in the first place was to have a son and pass on his knowledge of science called alchemy over his wife’s magic. The day his wife gave birth was the biggest disappointment of his life as he was given a little girl whom his wife named Samantha. The idea of just have another child could have been the simplest solution if it weren’t for the fact, try as he might he could not get another child out of his wife. With no son Charles was sure that his knowledge would die with him the fear of that alone drove him to train his daughter like the son he would never have. Fortunately, for him Samantha was blessed with an adaptive mind and the willingness to learn as well as a few other things that may or may not have been helpful. Her father wasn’t the kindest soul on the planet, but he drilled his strange science into her head even as her powers awakened within her the nature of which allowed her abilities to grow further than she could have ever anticipated when combining the two.

Although, she was never able to perform real alchemy such as transmutation her mind was opened to all the possibilities she understands the relationship in alchemic bonds better than even her father could who could do actual alchemy. Samantha out grew her father’s teachings and left to pursue her own adventures, armed with nothing more than an old bamboo broom and her magical abilities she set out to learn about the world. She got into many of her own little adventures through her teenage years stopping in to visit her family whenever the thought struck her to do so, but mostly her quest involved training her powers on her own in seclusion without teachers, rules or being bound by control, finally she was completely able to cut loose without a care in the world for better or worse.

Special Power: Elemental Manipulation – Samantha was born with the innate ability to control, manipulate, manifest the rudimentary, simplest or essential parts of nature. The four principal elements and the states that they are categorized in are as follows.

• Solid (Earth and its many forms)
• Liquid (Water and varying other liquid substances as well as things that may contain vast amounts of water within them like snow or ice)
• Gas (Air which mostly consists of Oxygen and Nitrogen but can be used to create things like smog)
• Plasma (The four stages of fire as well as electricity; molecular acceleration is also a possibility)
• Light and Darkness *Currently untested and not proficient enough to give a statement on*

With these five basic laws of elemental stages at her disposal, Samantha can perform many different feats such as elemental mixture, mimicry, channeling, augmentation, and combat.

Things they look for in a partner: Samantha has never had a partner so she has no idea how to answer this.

Pets/Familiars: the black cat

Hissy

Name: Hyestia Silver (Hissy)
Gender: Female
Appearance:

My Hider

Height: 6'3 in an hour glass figure
Weight: DONT ASK
Age: Unknown (Looks to be in her mid 20s)

Personality:

Hissy isn’t most witches she likes to play the long game with her victims, shrewd and calculating Hyestia thinks life itself is one big game of chess. When speaking she does so in a calm way, letting each word just flow off her long tongue, her words can cut deeper than any sword could, showing she can be extremely cold towards hunters and fellow witches. She is also different from other witches in the fact she has a clear need to meditate while waiting for something to happen to plot out her next course of action or just to clear her head.

History:

Back when mankind was still trying to work its way through the evolutionary process, there was a forest none of the primitives would go near as nothing that went into hunt ever came out. One tribe lived on the outer edge of the forest itself, there young would wander in ignoring their parent’s warnings as all little ones do, only to never come back as they had feared. This happened so much they were forced to leave, but not before the chief’s daughter was spirited away, the decision to send all their hunters to track down the girl would prove ultimately the worst decision of their short-lived primitive lives. It was broad daylight and the hunters pressed deeper into the forest with no real success at finding the girl… or anything for that matter.

No wildlife could be seen in a lush, dense forest this place didn’t seem to have a single animal inside the quiet was completely unsettling. One of them spotted what looked like the girl and alerted the others, they pressed forward running through the brush to catch up eventually but the girl was vacant and pale as if she had been a walking corpse. The trees started to rustle all around them and got closer, the girls face curled up into a smile as her eyes panned over to something that was seemingly behind the group, when they turned to face the source of the nightmare beheld a massive python stretching endlessly until its body reaches up into the trees

Special Power:

Serpent physiology: Hissy’s body is at least part snake thus giving her the abilities of a snake as proportional someone her size including but not limited to, camouflage, due to the constricting power of certain snakes Hestia’s physical prowess is heightened, mild poison generation, dermal and Exo scale armor creation.

Sentinel hatchling: Hyestia’s entire body creates snakes from magic and allows them to live in a coexisting way within her body or anyone else allowing her to communicate or locate anyone there inside, however, they have to be exchanged mouth to mouth as the snakes cannot live outside of a body for more than a few seconds.

Hydra: The only offensive thing Hissy knows is the ability to partly summon four heads of her pet hydra when one head is damaged or killed the portal closes and she must take some time to reopen it for another to work its way through.

Hypnotic suggestion / Hypnotism: Hissy’s eyes are strange, at first glance they appear to be regular eyes of a snake, but the more one looks at them you could swear that they turn into spirals and spin at strange harmonizing intervals and compel the beholder to keep staring. Hissy can use this ability to hypnotize victims to plant hypnotic suggestions into the poor things subconscious and send them back out with no memory, to watch them unknowingly accomplish her agenda. She can also toy with someone’s sense of been changing their perception of reality in whatever was she sees fit. The best way to avoid this is to just not look into her eyes or at least avoid prolonged eye to eye contact as she needs to have undivided attention for at least five seconds to compel continued staring.

Other things: Hissy can't turn off her eyes so if shes not using them they are always closed

Things they look for in a partner: Hissy is extraordinarily old however she has the body of a woman in her twenties so as such shes no stranger to being courted on looks alone, or being treated like a child, however in that they have already lost and are one step closer to being Hydra bait. She has an outstanding hatred for males for the simple fact they just aren’t attractive but above all else she’d love for someone to stand on equal footing with her.

Pets/Familiars: literally every snake living in her body and her pet hydra

[Dark Light]

“Blood is the currency of life and nothing in this world is truly for free. ”

Arden

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Personal Information

Full Name: Arden Black
Gender: Male
Age: early 20's
Appearance:

Image

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Background Information

Family: Arden's father was a good man, simple honest hardworking farmer, he just happened to be a little week of will. Arden's mother was a selfish and jealous temptress. Angered over petty sibling rivalry she seduced her sisters husband.
She had not wanted a child, only a spiteful indulgent satisfaction. But a child is what she got. It had hurt her sisters marriage but not enough to break them apart. They were stronger than that.
Furious, not wanting to be stuck husband-less with a child the jealous sister, Arden's mother, put her own newly born son up for adoption.

History: An orphan, he was raised in a very strict and religious boarding school. There he learned to fight and developed his angst for authority. Running away early he spent his younger years on the harsh unforgiving streets where he only grew to further resent the rich and privileged.

Despite his displeasure he often resorted to frequenting a local church as a last means of food, and it was there that he met a young girl around his own age and fell for his first crush. The two were near inseparable and eventually her family adopted him. Life did not suddenly and instantly become free or easy, while they took him in under their tutorage and taught him the basics of education, he still had to work hard for every meal and cost nights sleep.
This was no ordinary family that had adopted young Arden, the small close knit group were not even all related. In truth the girls small family was actually pack of hunters who needed many things tended to.

At first the young boy was reluctant to work, or worse, conform. But as time passed and the difficulties of street life caught up with him, in his own time he soon took to the offer. First he worked just for the essential food, then as curiosity took hold of him he became hooked on their philosophies and learnt much more of religion, combat and even magic.

However, it was still no place to call home. One sudden day, two of the older family members never returned from their hunt. From that day on Arden's responsibilities grew. He was to provide food, maintain the weaponry, gather supplies and run errands. At the same time of his duties growing so too did his inclining towards magic.
He knew what was in store for him should the pack ever discover this so one night, after an uncontrollable shock and display of his magic, he turned to the half prepared plan he had been dreaming up and ran off into the forest with the young love of his life.

He worked tirelessly to provide for them, but despite his best efforts she fell deadly ill. Exhausting all resources available to him he instead turned to some old rumours he remembered hearing of a magical pendent owned by a witch he lived deep in the forest surrounding the mountain.

The rumours turned out to be true, Arden found and stole the pendent which saved the girls life for as long as she wears it. But at what cost.

Arden was caught and went from one life of servitude to another, only now instead of supporting the hunters he works for the fire witch Mirai. Although he can never see her again, his love will live for as long as Arden continues to please Mirai. Years have passed since their separation and he returned her to her hunter family, but Arden is sure she is alive because of a pendant that he holds forever dearly and close.

The one perk of his current situation is that he can grow and train his powers, hopefully one day defeating the witch he works for.

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Special Power

Blood and earth.
He has been studying healing blood magic but so far can only treat superficial wounds and burns.
He can slightly alter the appearance of another person, namely temporarily hold their youth with the use of young fresh blood.
He also has a connection to minerals, metals and earthly things that he has not fully explored.

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Combat Information

Fighting Style: Arden is agile, fast and unpredictable.
Well trained, he often uses his opponents momentum and weight against them. He favours unarmed combat second to only his personalised Kusarigama.
He is an expert at disarming, tripping and distracting.
Equipment: Having grown up in poverty Arden holds few possessions dear to him. He has the clothes on his back, a few spare rags, a bed roll he calls home, his pendant and Iju.
Pendant- The pendant is filled with his lost girlfriends blood. It let's him know that she is alive and safe.
Weaknesses: Impulsiveness, confidence, his desire to push and test his limits. Competitiveness. The love of his life.

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Familiar

Name: Iju (named after )
Forms:

• Animal - a small rocky viper
• Weapon - Kusarigama

Magic: As an animal the earthly viper is very discreet and stealthy. It has a chameleon's camouflage ability and can bite, taking blood as subtly as a mosquito.
Tremor sense. (Weapon)
While Iju is in Arden's hands he can feel the vibrations in the air and ground around him like a snake would flicking out its tongue. It resonates softly to only him when an enemy or fight could be near.
Appearance:

Hider

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Miscellaneous Information

Things they look for in a partner:
He has a partner, it's why he endures what he endures.
He thinks of her every waking week and imagines she feels the same.
He has never considered the possibility that she has moved on or the pendant is a farce and she is dead.

Likes:

• His g/f
• Music
• Nature/Isolation

Dislikes:

• High society
• Greed
• Witches

Hobbies:

• Smithing
• Learning/reading
• Bad poetry (writing)

Character Theme:
Other:

The orphaned witch boy, raised by hunters now in life servitude to a fire witch. Can never be with the one he loves and knows nothing of his family or sister.

Kyzler

Kyzler

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Age: 29

Personality: Kyzler may not possess all the appropriate table etiquette's or even basics of social graces, but he is kind hearted and caring. Because of his fear of witches and his hazy memory he is often a bit reserved and cautious around strangers. Despite this he like a good drink and a laugh amongst friendly company. He never shy's away from paying for others if the coin is on him.

History: Kyzler was adopted and ran with a pack of hunters after his town was sacked and his parents murdered by witches. He was easily swayed into the hunter life not only by his burning desire for revenge but the lulling company of a beautiful young girl. Unfortunate for him he fell into a more brotherly role and had to watch on as she took a romantic interest in another and even went as far to bring this outsider into the family.
It was because of that constant pain he made the foolish decision to spare a witches life in exchange for her to take away his pain. He was lucky to get away with his life but she had done what she had said, the witch took away all his fond memories of the girl, and everyone else he had ever known.
Kyzler's curse doesn't end with only the people he had known but extends to anyone he could ever care for.

Signature Weapon: Dual enchanted swords. Not the most subtle of weapons but Kyzler is more than fond of them. The first sword is but a mere replica of the other, which took half a lifetime and many friends to obtain. It is a ancient sword of superb craftsmanship, made from techniques and materials since lost to time. It's strength and enchantments are what made it into the thing of old legends, it's wielders each one by one earning themselves a place in history.
Yes Kyzler was more than fond of it, but now he cannot remember why. He holds it dearly because it's all he has from his past but is unable to call on the powers of his majestic friend because he does not know its name.

Things they look for in a partner:
A purity and innocence, something to defend and fight for. A free wild spirit that cannot be controlled. A down to earth dreamer.

The cursed hunter destined to always forget anyone and thing he cares for.

[TheDoctor]

Matrim

Matrim "Mat" Victar

Appearance:


Age: 24 (technically 84)

Personality: Mat would at first seem like someone with a dark humor mindset and would actually seem like that kind of person unless he opens up at all. He has no decency towards witches but will make small talk with them as he's trying to murder them (he claims it helps distract them). In reality though Mat is completely broken on the inside, and any attempted recovery has led to worse results soon after.

History:
Mat has an elusive background that he reveals to only those he trusts (which is at this point no one at all). Mat was born to a hunter family, but he never got to be with his mother as she died from child birth. Despite the loss his father trained him from his first days in the art of hunting. Mat has stabbed, burned, decapitated, and tortured lots of witches throughout his life with his dad. While the father-son relationship may have seemed awkward on the outside, the two were inseparable and Mat showed true potential for being a great hunter.

However, at the age of sixteen, Mat's father was killed by a witch, which sent him into a crazed state on finding the guilty one. Mat performed unspeakable acts for years, and finally encountered the witch while captured inside Castle Bloodrose. She let him speak with his father and it brought peace to him for a time. Unfortunately, the mental reparation was broke down by another witch experimenting on him, causing the mental instability to be brought back.

Matrim was able to escape the castle soon after, and returned with fellow hunters. The castle was sacked but Matrim continued to have his internal problems. He left the other hunters and traveled afar for a time. One witch he encountered cursed him before he killed her and dragged him down into Purgatory with her. Trapped in the other world, Matrim barely clung to life until he learned of a way out. After sixty years, Matrim clawed his way out of Purgatory and back onto Earth. He's done his best to repair himself, but his mind has never truly been all correct.

Signature Weapon: A black-painted spear that can detach at the end to be used for a walking stick.

Things they look for in a partner: Preferably one who's honest and won't stab him in the back. Attractive and nice would assist as well.

Pets/Familiars: None.

Other: Matrim has done awful terrible things. He's tortured witches just for the sake of it and killed a little girl named Sarah (sister of Abigail and Lotte).

[Viciousmarrow]

Madeline Crux

Appearance:

She stands at a tall 5’11”, possesses wavy locks of red hair and olive green eyes.

Age: 20

Personality:
Madeline is perhaps one of the most bullheaded and headstrong individuals you’ll have the chance to meet, and her ego is bigger than the head of her axe. She’s constantly boasting about how she’s going to be the next legendary hero. There’s no challenge Madeline won’t take, so long as it builds upon reputation as the greatest slayer in the land. However, her journey up the hierarchy is just beginning. As a novice hunter, her combat prowess isn’t exactly godlike, though she might tell you otherwise.

Most know Madeline as a bossy loudmouth, taunting and easily provoked to anger. One wrong string of words, and you might feel her heavy fist in your face. However, though crude she is, Madeline is not without compassion or sympathy. She sticks up for the downtrodden and will go to the aid of anyone in trouble with reckless abandon, especially if it’ll be something remembered for ages to come. Perhaps her greatest folly is her naivety. Though strong and powerful she is, she has yet to acquire a master hunter's wisdom; thus Madeline is incredibly easy to fool.

History:
Madeline Crux was born into greatness, or so she says. She claims to be the last descendant and, as such, the rightful heir of Brant the Leviathan, an ancient conqueror and once regarded as a god in some cultures. In reality, Madeline comes from a simple family of smiths, who have long provided quality arms to the village of Seren’s Folly. While there is a legend in their family that speaks of a connection to the ancient Brant, there is no concrete evidence that they are truly his descendants.

From a young age, she was taught the art of the forge, keeping in line with family tradition. However, the young girl always neglected her training to go out into the woods and fight imaginary monsters with sticks and stones, pretending to be one the hunters of the village. She was not a fearful little girl, though her parents were certainly concerned for her safety. For years, they kept her away from actual arms and did anything they could to keep her invested in their noble profession.

It was not until her parents perished from a strange pox, rumored to have been stirred up by witches, when she was 17 that Madeline was able to seek out her true calling, that of a hunter. So she took up the axe and shield, and she has practiced every day in the hopes that the legend of Madeline Crux will ring out through the annuls of history.

Signature Weapon:
A large battle axe, honed to a keen edge. Her current one is quite ordinary, but she hopes to be able to craft a greater weapon in the future.

Things they look for in a partner:
Due to the fact that she tends to scare potential suitors away, she hasn’t considered romance much. However, if anyone stands a chance, it would someone who is able to go toe-to-toe with her and not let her walk all over them.

Pets/Familiars: N/A

[Bishop]

Zakra

Age: Millennia | Personality: Murderous, chaotic evil.

History

Once, many Millennia ago, he was a court wizard serving a Pharaoh whose name has been lost in time. He was researching a way to achieve immortality as ordered by the Pharaoh. Many years were spent on inhumane experiments, using slaves as test subject. No one cared for them, as long as the end goal was achieved, sacrificing some cattle along the way was barely anything to even notice. One day, the researcher finally discovered a ritual that allowed the performer to possess inanimate bodies that resembled humans. The Pharaoh was indeed very pleased but he required one more service out of the wizard, he ordered that the ritual be performed on him first.

He wasn't anymore shocked than happy. The man was confident in his ritual and felt honor to be allowed the chance to gain immortality. As the ordeal started, the wizard was filled with sand wetted by the Pharaoh's blood, a thing to ensure his undying loyalty to the bloodline even after death. After being filled with sand in an agonizing process his eyes were next. They used a snake to bite his eyes and pull them quickly out. His teeth were next and then they started with his inner organs. Halfway through the removal process of his guts the wizard passed away. To prevent his soul from passing on they used a powerful magical artifact, a 2m grey metallic rod with carvings on its surface, which had the power to capture souls. The rod was plunged into the dead wizards heart, the blood slowly started climbing up along the shaft until all the carvings were filled with blood. After completing the process they then continued to remove all other organs and replace his insides with ancient blessed send. The last step was to wrap him up in bandages and bury him with the rod that contained his soul. Now they had to wait from 2 weeks to 3 months for the revival to be complete. That was the plan but something unexpected happened, the Pharaoh was killed. Since the source of the blood that fueled the sand inside his body was gone, the revival didn't happen.

Millennia later an explorer found the sarcophagus in which the wizard was buried in. Opening it he found a rod placed beside the “mummy's” body and needless to say he took it. Before he could get ahold of the sarcophagus the ground beneath gave in and the whole thing was buried tens of meters deeper into sand. With only the rod in possession the explorer started his journey for the mainland and boast about his discovery. However he never made it. As the carriage was making it's way through the road, a dozen or so Crows approached it, some were already perched on top. A minute later there was a whole flock of Crows sitting on the trees beside the carriage and following it. As more and more Crows came the driver was getting alarmed, a bead of sweat trailer his forehead as his heart beating fastened. Suddenly there was a dead silenence, the crows had stopped cawing, the air was heavy to breathe and both the driver and the passenger could hear their heart bit echoing to their ear drums. As on cue, both the driver and the crows moved to action. The driver yelled at his horse while lashing it to speed up but in the end the crows were faster. The whole carriage was swarmed by them, 2 cries echoed through the woods as both the driver and passenger met their end.

Some time passed and the stick had found its way on the hands of a witch. Feeling it's magical power she performed her own version of soul linking by using her blood and a scarecrow. Now he was finally revived but something has changed in him, he had become murderous and deranged. Was it the witch's corruption? Or maybe the error in fulfilling the ritual way past what was due? All that is certain is the fact that since being revived by the witch he has served her coven and bloodline.

Special Power

• Conjured Crows: This is a power not originally his, but obtained by his contract with the witch.
• Ancient Rod: The rod in which his soul lies in has the power to manipulate wind. It also allows him to rejuvenate himself by using the souls of the victims he kills. Now it is used as a snathe.
• The Blade of Zu’ Ruk: The blade of his scythe with ability to cut through magic. It was given to him by his witch in order to cut down enemy covens.
• Once his body is destroyed, the scythe(the rod moves) goes in another vessel which was also prepared by the witch.

Summoned Crows

It has the ability to conjure a flock of Crows at will. They have demonic red eyes and a hellish cakcle that sends chills down your spine. As they fly they leave a shadow behind them as seen in the picture. It can also control and manipulate normal Crows but since they are weaker than the conjured ones and it's mostly a waste during combat.

Lazarus

Age: Sometime before Lucifer rebeled | Personality: Chaotic Good/Evil

History
Well, as everyone knows the rebellion went to shit and they got cast to hell. Unlike some who got fixated on their war of attrition, using humans to oppose the other side's believers, others got used to their new position in hell and others yet, seemed to walk the earth and live amongst humans. Lazarus was the latter. For him, earth was a playing ground and all things in it were toys to make his day more enjoyable. And playing the game he has.

Wherever there is a huge ordeal, something important happening, a big war being fought, be certain that he is there. Some who have noticed his appearance speculate that he is the cause to all these tragedies. Somewhat true but mostly he is more of a watcher, and while he might rotate the key, he better prefers to watch the wind up toys do their thing.

Through all his life he has perished but a few times. Killing him for good is impossible. He has free passage from hell to earth and it only takes him 4 days to travel the way. A group of people witnessed his revival, hence the Cult of Lazarus was formed. A secret society that strives to please their "God" by creating extraordinary situations and complex plots that lead to chaos and destruction. In a few words, they put a very good show and best of all, it's for free!

Special Abilities

• Immune to mind affecting effects.
• Holy things bother him, distracting him at most but no real damage. If you had the Lance of Longinus though, that is a completely different story.
• Superb regenerative abilities. The only thing that is completely nulled by holy things.
• Has a very strange taste in food and an equally strong stomach to handle it.
• Super Strength. Rarely used. As said before he prefers spells and will almost never deter from them.
  He knows an insane amount of spells but only chooses to use the most bizarre ones and always keeps their effect to the minimum. Even after dying he has never used more than weaker spells and nothing could force his hand to do so.

Rena

Blood Shaman

Name: Rena | Age:19 | Personality: Lawful Neutral | Sexuality: Straight

Personality

The things that transpired in his past have left him mentally and physically scarred for life. Usually he is quiet and constantly nervous but that can quickly turn to anger if provoked. There are exceptions on that as if he is provoked by certain people, no matter how much he still remains his usual nervous self.

Rena has hematomania first awakened upon killing the hunter responsible for all his misfortune and later developed by his time as part of the blood shaman tribe. While he performs rituals or when he sees blood Rena completely changes in attitude and standing. He becomes calmer and possibly dangerous to those around him except the selected few individuals who he greatly admired.

Again, because of his past he has trouble in controlling his mana. He is both emotionally and mentally unstable which affects his mana control. The spells he does either fail miserably with no visible effect or, more often than not, get out of control and explode in an unpredictable manner. His emotional instability is the reason to his 2 personas, the other triggered by seeing blood. While his mental instability results in him hearing multiple voices, at times, but mostly he sees and talks with his little sister. His brain, refusing her death has brought the image of her alive in his eyes. When he realizes this he becomes a lot more unstable which often leads to an emotional and mental break down.

History

Rena's history is full of bad luck and injustice towards him and his family.
It all started one stormy night when 3 knocks landed on his house door. At the time he lived with his family, compromising of his mother, father and little sister which was 3 years younger than him. Upon opening the door 3 clocked men let themselves in while asking for his father. This had happened many times so he knew what that meant, a big hunt was about to start. As they discussed, Rena overheard that the witch they were hunting this time was a known and powerful enchantress and illusionist. As the conversation went on, Rena learned that the witch killed the woman of the village, took their place and then slaughtered the whole family except the children that went missing, while everyone was asleep. His father got ready and left giving one last advice:"Barricade the house and don't leave until I get back". Heeding his words, his mother got to securing the property.

4 hours later

The night was darker than ever and everyone was filled with terror. Terror of their husbands, fathes not to return. Terror of the witch coming for them while everyone was away. The storm was only getting worst as the night progressed, everyone's nerves were on end. Then suddenly...

*CRASH*

The door dropping down was synched perfectly with the coming thunder. 3 men barged in lead by his father, they dragged Rena's mother away who kept struggling and screaming asking for an explanation. The children tried to come to her aid but the men easily kept them in place. The rain, the cries, the thunder, the screams, the wind, the struggle to escape, everything was mixed together to form the most shocking traumatic experience in Rena's life.

"Put her with the others."- his voice was heard over all the chaos, cold and emotionless, certainly not the man which once played the role of his father. Yes, played*, he never really cared did he?
"MONSTER, LEAVE HER ALONE"- Rena bursted in anger. It only got the man to look him from the corner of his eyes, not even issuing a head turn.
"ILL KILL YOU! ILL KILL YOU! LET ME GO!"-the boy struggled in their arms. Until the man who he once thought for as a father got up to him and without saying a single word punched him hard in the guts. His consciousness slowly slipping from his grasp, like sand through fingers, he turned his head to his sister, she had been witnessing it all wide eyed in silence while tears streamed down her face.
"Take the kids at the barn with the others. They'll be safe there until this is done."- was the last thing he heard before everything faded to black.

His eyes opened, darkness, was he still in his bed sleeping? Maybe it was all just a nightmare. Everything was numb besides the headache that was killing him. Putting a hand over his head, his senses started coming back, slowly he was starting to focus. There were noise, like a bunch of insects, as his head got clearer the buzzes became cries, tens of voices crying and whining, asking for their mother. Hearing this he abruptly got up and looked around, his eyes were still adapting to the darkness but he could make curled shapes, shivering on the ground, leaning against the barn walls. Every kid in the village was there. In a panick he searched for his sister, shouting her name but to no result, it was too dark and the cries overlapped with his own. A clanking noise was heard and the barn doors opened, illuminating the inside of the bar with the warm light of the torch held by a hunter. One of the trio who went to his house to get his father.

Taking advantage of this he quickly surveyed the barn looking for his sister. She was staying still, no movement whatsoever looking blankly ahead from the wall she leaned on. Rushing to her he embraced her on a hug. Why were they doing all of this, there had to be a reason. The air all the while was getting heavy. Not noticeable at first but later it was too much not to be noticed. A yellow mist spread through the barn and a familiar feeling over took Rena, everything was fading to black again.
"N..no...not again."-he barely managed to say before losing consciousness again. Next he woke up, he was in a forest, it was the middle of the day and groups of kids were tied together alongside multiple carriages.
Wha..What was this?
"...and then, they started burning every woman on a pyre out of fear from the big bad witch"- the hunter said the last three words in a mocking tone before bursting into laughter along with the other people there.
"Ohhh, the irony"-he went on while wiping a tear of laughter with his index finger-"They killed them all to protect the children which lead to me having easy eaccess to all the children"- there was a moment of silence then a collective laughter could be heard again.
"AHHAHAHA The moronic fuck ups"
Finishing their conversation, they turned to the group of kids. By now everyone was partitioned accordingly. All the kids were being loaded one by one in the steel carriages. Surprisingly no one was resisting, they all seemed quiet and obedient. Suddenly remembering, where was his sister? He had checked everyone and she wasn't in any group. Looking around he finally noticed a corpse leaning on a nreaby tree, dried blood sprayed all around it. The boy's heart skipped a beat as realization dawned upon him.
"Rise..?"- he called with a meek voice and trmevling lips. This was all like a nightmare, it couldn't be true, it had to be a nightmare. He had that feeling, the one when you know something bad has happened but your brain just won't admit it and keeps looking for loopholes and other possibilities, all to avoid the harsh truth.
Noticing where the kid was looking the hunter started:"uhh, yeah, we had to put her down. An example for the rest of you brats. She was very noisy and just wouldn't shut up."- some snickered at his remark for her being noisy.

A fire started burning in his stomach, it spread through his body up to his face which contorted in a raged expression. What a load of bullshit. She was noisy? She didn't talk at all, they must have done something to her. She was killed for no reason. They killed his sister. She was dead. They took her away.
The thoughts of accusation and sorrow raced through his mind until he finally exploded out of anger, cursing, threatening them while fighting against the ropes. In a flash the hunter backhanded Rena in the jaw, spilling his blood on the ground. Not even leaving the kid a chance to recover he gut punched him into unconscioussnes. Things no one should ever experience in their life, he did so multiple times within a day.

"This one seems problematic."
"No worries, I'll take him off your hands. He has yet to experience the tour."
The tour included them visiting the site where every woman on the village was burned alive. The place where his mother perished in agony.

Nobody has read so far anyway so just to finish it here's how it goes...
They visited it, then they went on a trip, the boy killed the treacherous hunter turning his corpse into a bloody mess, he escaped in the woods, lived of eating raw meat from animal, got scouted by a shamanistic tribe which was specialized in sacrificial rituals, spent 5 years learning rituals and becomes a blood shaman, left the tribe, joined the witch coven.

Special Powers

Knowledge on runes, drawing them with blood, sacrificial rituals, including complex ones.

What he looks for in a partner

Someone to accept him with all his flaws. Someone which makes him forget about his past and soothes his soul.

[Whoami]

The Black Knight

The Black Knight

Age
Unknown

Gender
Unknown

Personality
The Black Knight is seemingly emotionless. When something piques its interest, it might respond with a subtle tilt of its head. The knight doesn't talk to its foes and nobody has been around the black knight long enough to know who is underneath that spectral armor.

History
The origin of the Black Knight is shrouded in mystery. It began to appear shortly after the fall of Castle Bloodrose and since then has garnered a reputation as an evil, unstoppable force plaguing the lands surrounding Seren's Folley. Many people see the Black Knight as a curse upon the land. One thing is known, the Black Knight is an avatar of death. Wherever it appears, the very life of its surroundings begins to fade. Long strips of woodland have become black scars as indication that the Black Knight had passed through. Many hunters and even some witches have sought out the legendary Black Knight in an attempt to kill it, none have ever been successful.

In the past few years, the Black Knight hasn't been seen. Some believe that the evil being has moved on to another region, others believe that an unknown hero had triumphed over it. Unbeknownst to the world, the Black Knight still lives. And it is searching for something.

Signature Weapon

Hider

The Black Knight wields a saber. Witches, or anybody with any magical aptitude, are able to sense the seemingly limitless magical reservoir within the sword. The blade itself is surrounded by a ghostly blue mist. Whenever the knight swings the saber, it leaves behind a trail of ghostly energy as it wails and screams through the air. Victims who survive a deadly slash from this sword are often driven mad, hearing tantalizing, almost seductive, whispers in the backs of their head. These victims either commit suicide, go on violent rampages, or simply disappear into the night. Those who recognize the blade, would know it as the saber once wielded by Death himself: The Sword of Charon.

Signature Power
People had once believed that the Black Knight was once a hunter from a long past age. But as encounters with the knight became more frequent, people began to theorize that the spectral entity was either a powerful witch, or a spectral resurrected lich lord. Regardless of the Knight's true identity, it commands great power. The very presence of the Black Knight is enough to cool the air and sap life from the earth. It has even been rumored that the Black Knight is capable of raising the dead to do its bidding.

Worse yet, the Black Knight seems ethereal at times. Weapons have been known to pass through the body of the knight to no effect, and it has even been seen walking through trees and bushes without even disturbing them.

Tera Valenci, the Heiress

Tera Valenci

Age
20

Personality
Tera possesses all of the qualities, both good and bad, that a child of royalty should have. At her best, Tera is an inspirational leader and charitable soul. At her worst, she is oblivious to the real workings of the world and somewhat arrogant. Tera cares for her people, and she wants what's best for them. Unfortunately, Tera is often overwhelmed with the steps she needs to take in order to accomplish her monumental goals. With her father's health in rapid decline, Tera is burdened with the constant pressure of ruling the nation and performing her duties as the crowned princess.

History
Tera's life was already chosen for her the moment she entered the world. She was to be heir to the throne. Tera was raised not only by her parents, but a handful of servants, advisers, guards, and ministers. Her childhood was always quite limited, never able to leave the castle without an escort of royal guard, never allowed to make any big decisions for herself, and never allowed to choose who she spent time with. Tera had remembered a handful of nobles and kings from other nations coming to visit in order to offer their son's hand in marriage, rather, arrange one. Tera was afraid that one day, she would be taken from her home to go and live as a queen in some faraway land.

During Tera's teen years, things took a turn for the worse. Her father had come down with a life threatening illness and he was unable to rule. With a dead mother and no brothers to supersede the line of succession, all eyes had turned to Tera. She wasn't ready to lead anything, but the mantle was forced upon her before she could even prepare for it. In short time, Tera had found herself in war council, talking about things she didn't even know existed. Then, without the leadership of her father, the nation began to fail economically. Tera and a handful of her advisers were quickly set to restoring their financial stability. After four years of tireless work, Tera had finally managed to fill the gaping void that was the empty throne. Despite her title still be princess, many looked to her as their true leader, Queen Tera Valenci. Her father's condition hadn't changed over the years, but Tera had caught wind of a potential solution.

It took plenty of convincing, but eventually, Tera's ministers allowed her to chase after the possibility of a cure for the king's sickness. Tera took her father's amulet, which he always guarded closely, and made for the infamous region surrounding Seren's Folley. But she wasn't going alone, a dozen of the kingdom's best hunters and huntresses left with her to serve as her personal guard.

[Supermaxx]

Hunters

Name:

Athens Henway

Appearance:

Athens stands at a rather unimpressive five feet and nine inches tall. He weighs a little under a hundred and fifty pounds. A healthy lifestyle has gifted him an athletic build; though he is by no means a muscle bound knight or an agile rogue. At a glance, most saw Henway as plain- he wasn't particularly handsome, but by the same token he was far from what most would call ugly. A pair of spectacles found their home on his nose, acting as windows to his light blue eyes. After spending the better part of half a decade on his own, Henway learned how to keep his dark brown mane under control without the help of a barber. He dresses for the occasion; a suit for a ball, light armor for his more dangerous excursions and a simple leather jerkin whenever he was out and about. The large pack attached to the doctor's back was filled to the brim with all sorts of books, trinkets and medical supplies. He liked to think he was prepared for almost any emergency. The most important of his belongings, his bestiary, was kept tightly nestled in its own little pocket on the bag. Well, second most important belonging- nothing trumped the cross he hung around his neck. The silver religious symbol held what he thought to be a ruby in the center; though a keen eye would know a bloodmoon stone anywhere.

Age:

25

Personality:

Athens Henway is many things, but above all he is curious. He had a passion for discovering and documenting the unknown that he had pursued across the world and all the way to Seren's Folly. An explorer at heart, Athens fearlessly dove head first into mystery. His inner scientist had him constantly on the lookout for new chemical combinations, technological marvels and species of flora and fauna alike. He wrote down everything he saw in his bestiary. The little black journal had been by his side since he earned his medical degree and set out to find the darkest corners of the earth and shed a light upon them. Many thought the boy mad or foolish. What sort of idiot would dive head first into a Werewolf's den? How insane would a man have to be to follow the song of a siren, simply to ask it a few questions? His unending thirst for knowledge had put him in many a tight spot in the past. That werewolf had left a nasty scar on his back. And that siren nearly ate his face. But no amount of danger ever turned his heart to fear. He pressed past all obstacles in the search for truth. Even the arcane, evil witchcraft, did not cause the good doctor to turn tail and run. Witches were not a well documented group. Little wa known about their inner workings, except by the witches themselves. Why, who better to finally fill in the blanks than Athens?

Aside from his insatiable curiosity, Athens was a softy at heart. He abhorred violence. Rarely did he draw a weapon, even in self defense. Pacifism and a quick tongue had saved him against any number of evildoers; the few too cruel to care or too dumb to understand him had quickly found that the doctor knew how to handle a knife. Henway was born and raised in the church. He was a righteous man, when it suited his purposes- he would never dabble in magic, but...God never said he couldn't write about it, right? He told himself that he was helping the hunters and inquisitors by documenting the strengths and weaknesses of every goblin, ghoul and ghost he came across. His background made the man privy to empathy. Oft times he'd find himself stalking through the woods and discover an animal stuck in a hunter's trap and he couldn't stop himself from helping the poor creature. If he found a beggar on the side of the road, he'd offer what money he had in his pocket to him. If nothing else, Athens would give you his ear and a prayer if you approached him with troubles medicine could not readily fix. Sometimes, his willingness and passion for helping others led him to the same danger his research did. Sneaks and tricksters often found his purse a little too loose, and would be murderers found his home a nice place to hide from the authorities- who was the doctor to turn someone away?

History:

Athens Henway was born to a well off family in the capitol. As a boy, he looked to the walls of the city that were meant to protect and saw only a prison. He heard tales from hunters in the taverns about monsters and wonders outside those cold, dead walls. He would stay up late into the night, staring up at the moon and imagining what else might be staring up at it at that same moment. His yearning for adventure had to wait, however. His parents had him join the local church, where he worked underneath the priests as an altar boy. He learned plenty of the scriptures; but he was able to pry open the looser tongues and learn about…darker things. The holy men would tell horror stories of demons, devils and witches from beyond the city walls. They told him of the hunters that sought to rid the world of the monsters forever. Athens begged them to tell him everything they knew; most did not, weary that his young mind was becoming too corrupted by tales of dark things. One particular priest could tell, however, that his curiosity was completely benign. That man gave Henway books from the church library on all things evil. Novels about paladins falling from their ways. Tales of great men being seduced by the lure of arcane power. Stories about stunningly beautiful women with a capacity for cruelty that no man could ever hope to match. These were all things that Athens’ tiny brain eagerly absorbed. But…they were just stories. Everyone assured him there was some truth to them, but even a child could see they were overly romanticized. He learned that very little was known about the evils of the world. Few people were brave enough to seek the arcane; those that had almost always fell to its whispers of endless power, fame and wealth. Athens trusted in God. He could use the good Word to fight the temptations. Someone had to learn everything there was to know about the monsters. He could help the hunters. He could teach them how to properly fight the witches and warlocks of the world. Knowledge was power, right? Why not give humanity that power for a change? It was with completely innocent motives that Athens set out to explore the darkest arts there were.

Of course, he needed money if he wanted to travel. And he needed to know how to properly indentify and document everything he saw. So, Athens would have to learn how…to learn. He joined a medical school right after finishing his general education. He specialized in research, but had the extra time to study medicine as well. It took…several years to get anywhere in his studies. While he understood all the material and was intelligent enough to pass the classes, he found himself impatient to reach the end. He knew it was a necessary part of his dream. After all, who ever read a research book written by someone who wasn’t an expert in the field? But it just…took…so…long. Athens found himself hurrying his teachers along whenever he could. He poured through every piece of text he could. He taught himself everything he couldn’t learn in the classroom. His diligence eventually led to getting his diploma and title early; he passed every course with flying colors, such was his dedication to his desire. He gathered everything he needed for his trip using generous donations from the church. His venture was officially sanctioned and paid for by the largest religious institution in the capitol. He was to send a copy of all of his findings to the bishops, so that they might spread the knowledge on how to destroy the witches and their beasts to the hunters. Athens would, in a perfect world, be key to ridding society of its worst plague: magic. Five years of travel eventually led him to a little town called Seren’s Folly…

Signature Weapon:

When diplomacy fails him, Athens carries a knife for self defense. Years of working the scalpel have left his hand steady and his aim impressive; he's able to strike at nerve clusters for maximum pain, or aim for key tendons to render enemies paralyzed but alive. He hates fighting. He despises death. But if a situation arises where he must defend himself or another from certain destruction, Athens is willing to do anything to save a life- even if it means taking another. The blade isn't anything special; it's sharp, made of finely crafted steel and long enough to pierce the heart.

Things they look for in a partner:

Someone to share in his passionate curiosity for knowledge. A fellow pacifist who would rather everyone just put the damn swords down and talked instead. A kind soul, who cared for others as he did. Athens wasn't too picky about appearances. He'd seen beasts that would make most men vomit their guts out. That said, the doctor did have a weakness for blondes.

Pets/Familiars: A small black kitten he picked up on his way to Seren's Folly. Her family had been eaten by a direwolf, and she'd barely escaped its clutches. Athens nursed the youngling back to health and kept her with him, seeing as how she had nowhere else to go. He named her Lily, after the field of flowers he'd found her in.

[NarcissisticPotato]

Allaria Trout

"People see what they want to see. Nothing more."

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Age

22

Appearance

Allaria was very beautiful once. A product of good genes and an easy life, she attracted suitors from far around but then everything fell apart. Now, although keeping a hint of her beauty, her face has been marred by three deep scars over her eyes. Eyes which once danced with the envious colours of spring are now covered over by a grimy white, her blindness all too apparent. For the most part, she covers all but her mouth and her hair. She's been saving for someone a little more decorative than a loose piece of silk but money comes hard to get. Despite this, she's retained a fit physique and has a slimmed body. Hunger had been an obvious perpetrator but she covers that as well.

Personality

Allaria has lost a lot over the years but she has yet to lose her stubborn pride. Raised by nobles, it comes as no surprise that although she can seem well mannered and elegant, she has a surprising amount of ego. Failing to learn from past mistakes, she's demanding and easy to dislike but through it all, it's very clear she's been irrevocably hurt and her scars go much further than those on her face.

A byproduct of her pride is her resilience. Despite staring down overwhelming odds and often integrating amongst the people who would have her dead, she's held on to the grim life she leads. Everything she does is to survive but she's still looking for someone to make her want to do more than just survive.

History

There once lived a girl who had everything she could ever want. She was born to two rich and influential nobles. She was beautiful, her parents showered her with gifts and not a day went by in which some brash soul would profess his undying love for her. Her life was perfect. Perfect and boring beyond belief. In truth, she longed for something more than it all. Her world was simple, infantile. She wanted to see a greater picture, a grander scale - the world and everything in it.

Despite their best efforts, her parents could never quell her demands which grew day by day. Under a dare from one of her rotten social circles, she paid a visit to a travelling fortune teller. The woman read her fate and for once, something interesting happened in this girl's life. The woman promised her that she could help her see all she wanted to see. All she had to do was leave her old life behind her. In truth, the woman was a witch - a master of illusion who wished to steal the face of one who could gain her power. The young girl's decision was made instantly; she was sick of her life.

And so, the witch summoned a familiar to take the girl wherever she wished to go and in return, the girl gave away her identity to the power hungry witch. And so, for months and months she travelled safely with the familiar as a fond companion. The world was a lavish place and like all new things, it was great and wondrous but as time went on, the cracks began to form and doubt seeped in like some dark sickness. The world was not what she thought it to be - it was twisted and hollow. And like that, regret came hissing back like a scorned lover. But the deal could not tolerate regret. The familiar was to show her what she had never seen and so, when she wished to go back, it could not allow it. She attempted to banish it, to make her own way home but the creature could allow no such thing. Surprisingly, it let her live but destroyed what she prized. Slashing her face, it rendered her blind and her beauty became flawed.

Fleeing back to its mistress, the familiar left the girl to wander the world blind for the rest of her time but she was much stronger than that. Despite the years it took, she found her way home eventually. What she found was not all that different to how she left - everything suspended as if she has never left. She hadn't, after all. The witch stole her image and had been clawing her way to power ever since. The girl obviously tried to fight, to argue her position but she was nothing more than a blind fool.

The witch, however, was impressed with her. Interested, she approached the girl once more and was surprised to find she had some aptitude for the magical craft. Feeling a strange bout of guilt, she taught the girl the basics of illusion. Stealing an image, a voice, projecting a scenario and fooling everyone around her.

Eventually, a particularly perceptive hunter found the experienced witch and dealt with her. The girl had no choice but to flee once more. The danger of her new position was never more apparent but to her foolish mind, she thought if she went back to her old life she would be safe. So of course, when she heard of ancient magic which could cure blindness and mend the scars, she followed.

Special Power

Allaria is a well seasoned illusionist. She doesn't have a single offensive spell under her belt but she is very good at hiding with the face of another. Having spent months under the guise of poor souls who gave her their image in their dying breath, she has gained a polished knowledge of tricking the mind of others. It's got to the point where she can project images that even other witches will fall for.

Her magic had two major limitations, however. The first being that knowledgeable hunters will notice it given some time. For that reason, she tends to avoid veteran hunters like the plague. Her other weakness is if she intends to stay in someone's image, she has to have spoken consent from them otherwise the magic fizzles out of control. She can briefly steal an image of another but it's flawed and easier to discern.

For the most part, the permanent images she gained were old beggars who were mostly companions to her. But she has a few tricks up her sleeve.

Things they look for in a partner

Someone genuine and not using her to reach an end goal.

Pets/Familiars

N/A

[Xiro Zean]

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[Ellion]

To be Used For a Future thing