Unknown, has gone by many names in the past

Unknown, since time itself

immortal

Male

He stands at approximately six feet and two inches, with a slim and lithe build. Despite his appearance, he is actually quite muscled, with what little muscle such a thin body like his could actually acquire, at any rate. His eyes are normally a pale red, but can often change to a vile yellow color, with the irises becoming slits down the center of the eye. It seems to change both at will, and when he lets loose. His skin is without flaws and is as pale as the snow, two more things about him that will never change.

He has no alterations to his body, aside from his mark that covers his left shoulder.

✔ He enjoys snakes of any kind.
✔Potato soup
✔music
✔masquerade
✔lakes and rivers
✔paintings
✔poisons
✘Frogs
✘cheap tactics
✘disrespect of nature
✘reptile skin clothing and accessories
✘the word "Mahogany"

When he is thinking, he tends to sway from side to side.
he whistles only during gardening.
In his time in his own realm, he made knots of himself and tried to untie himself, sometimes subconsciously.

☠
He fears frogs. Strange, as he does not harbor the same fear for toads.
the failure of his contract.
being unable to carry out his master's commands.

Unlike many demons, the Snake Demon takes his time, and picks out contracts that he believes will keep him in the human realm for a long time. He also enjoys laughter and the wonders of human humor. Laughing at death and pain gives him a chuckle for old time's sake every now and then, but smiles at actual funny humor. He does tend to remain quiet unless spoken to, though. The only time he normally breaks his silence is for a matter worth discussing, or a joke that he learned of recently. As human as he seems, he is still a demon, and does in fact take pleasure at the suffering of others, even if it doesn't cause him to laugh. The faces that contort in pain, the screams and pleas of mercy. he enjoys them all with what would almost seem like lust. Blood spouting everywhere, pumping out in waves in sync with a dying, beating heart.

Though a demon now, in the earliest days of man, he was once, albeit as brief as can be, a human. He was offered as a sacrifice to one of his tribe's deities, and returned to the human realm in the form of a demonic snake, the very same form that the god took when she herself visited the humans.

Only as an infant was the Demon ever a human. It was in the earliest stages of mankind, and he was sacrificed to a god so the tribe would be allowed to exist for another five years. He knew that he was human once, but he doesn't care about it at all. He did not know those people, and did not care when he slaughtered them all in his first return to the human realm.

Since then, he took contracts for any willing soul who wanted him for whatever purpose, and would take their souls in the end. There was little interesting about it, if he was being honest, but the world always looked different every time he took a new contract.

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Marilyn Amorin

12-08

16

Female

Marilyn is rather tall for her age, standing at 5'5" when not wearing her low-heeled boots. She has waist-length blonde hair that can be found either loose and flowing down her shoulders and back in curls or tied into a bun. Her eyes are an unusual lilac color, her skin is porcelain white, her frame is slender but agile.

None. Aside from the contact mark on the right side of her neck, kept hidden by a black choker.

☆When annoyed Marilyn can be found with her fingers twitching at her sides and lips perused into a thin line.

☆When thinking she's normal found with her brows furrowed or a lock of blonde hair twirling around her index finger.

Wielding a weapon that only emerges when she speaks, Marilyn is a force to reckon with. Her responses are either blunt, laced with sarcasm montone, when in the public she early shows the way the stairs have her skin crawling of how self-conscious she feels. Hung behind her words and mask of indifference are really the only ways she knows how to deal with it all. She's brilliant and can solve problems that would take adults a few minutes in less then a minute or two, she's a thinker and can be found with stacks of thick books surrounding her.

Dublin, Ireland

She doesn't remember anything after waking up and finding herself in her room.

Avelina Prismall

10-19

16

Female

Standing at 5"1' Avelina is rather short for her age, her crimson hair reaches just past her shoulders and can normally be found down or in pigtails. Her skin is alabaster white, her eyes are crimson as well, her frame is small but quick and flexible.

♧Blushes whenever embarrassed or emotional
♧Tends to twiddle her thumbs when bore or annoyed.
♧Stutters when lying.

Avelina odd in a sense. She's energetic yet easy to tire out, her moods vary on how much sleep she'a gotten. She's jumpy and is prone to scaring easily, she feels as if she has no value, she feels like othera judge her only by her appearance. She loves helping others when she's able to, she seeks a home that will be hers for many years to come.

Unknown.

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Margaret Fellows

3-20

55

Female

Margaret appears younger then she really is, she takes pride in her beauty and will crush anyone who tells her otherwise. Her chestnut-brown hair style kept short for the reason that she hates dealing with it long, her nail and lipstick color vary with her moods. She stands at 5" 4' without her heeled boots, her skin is porcelain white and her eyes are light gold.

☆Spending money on whatever she wants

☆Gambling

☆Drinking/Smoking

○When deep in thought a cigar or cigarette can be found between her painted lips.
○When annoyed her right eye will start to twitch and her tails will tap across whenever surface they are on.
○When lying or uncomfortable, her bottom lip can be found flamed between her teeth.

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Tsubasa Ueda, she has no middle name.

5/1

21

female

Standing at Five feet and Five inches, Tsubasa is a woman with blue eyes, blue hair, and fair skin. She is legally blind without her glasses, and requires them at all times in order to see. She is almost always found in her chefs uniform, and has a secondary, fancy pair of glasses that she uses during important parties and events.

She had many small scars all across her hands and arms, most from cuts and burns, but her largest scar is on her back, going from the base of her neck down to the small of her back.

✔Cooking
✔ Whistling
✔Marital arts
✔boats
✔Spinach
✔ Flowers
✔ more cooking
✘Not cooking
✘ Having other people cook for her
✘ having other people cook her food incorrectly.
✘telling people how her food is to be made then them nOT FOLLOWING HER DIRECTIONS
✘ WHY DO PEOPLE NOT LISTEN TO HER IN THE KITCHEN WHEN IT'S THE ONLY TIME SHE ASKS ANYTHING OF PEOPLE?
✘How timid she is when she isn't cooking
✘planes.

though she seems calm enough in most cases, Tsubasa is almost always quiet, and waits to people to give her orders to do something.
She sings old folk songs when she cooks.
The only time she is completely dependent is when she is cooking or the conversation topic is about cooking.

☠She has a mortal fear of planes and falling out of the sky.
☠ being put on the spot in something unrelated to cooking
☠given no direction whatsoever and having to live completely on her own.

In any subject other than cooking, Tsubasa is quiet and shy. She waits until spoken to before she speaks back. She is heavily dependent on the leadership of others, and is unable to function correctly without a given direction. However, she is a master in the kitchen, and is strict in how her kitchen operates. X is cooked this way and always prepared with Y, but not until Z is applied to it. She knows her flavors and how things mix with other things.

Japan

Tsubasa was raised by a small family in a rural area of Japan, learning how to cook at a young age. Cooking was just about all she learned, and lacked skill in everything else, including socialization. When she was sixteen, her mother and older brother moved into a more populated area to start a restaurant. It worked for a while, but when money became tight, her mother and brother went back home while she left to travel and continue cooking. Her travels for the next three years took her many places, but she eventually stopped in Ireland, where Artemis found her and offered her a job.

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Christian Marcus Fellows

9/9

27

Male

Mister Fellows stands quite tall, towering over all at six feet and seven inches tall. He has a thin frame, almost impossibly wiry for someone of his height. He is also remarkably clean despite his past, and almost always wears his tattered brown robe, undershirt and green scarf, even after he was hired and given a first advanced payment by Artemis. No matter the weather, he wears sandals along with his robe, undershirt, and scarf.

His chest and back are outlined with scars he received from many rough encounters.

✔At least seven likes.
✘At least seven dislikes.

Anything? Three, at least.

☠At least three fears.

At least a paragraph or two detailing your character’s personality.

At least two paragraphs detailing your character’s past.

Not in any way related to Marilyn or Margaret Fellows, just happens to share the surname of the latter.

Solomon Marcus Latham

9/22

18

Male

Solomon stands at 5'8" and weighs 145 pounds. His eyes are ice-blue howeber when angered or suspicious they seem to darken, his hair is an unusual silver/white color that he inherited from his father. His build is slim but agile, his been taught martial arts since a young age.

He has twin scars that crisscross at the juncture of his spine, his uncle had given him those when he was six when he was drunk out of his mind, they sting something fierce in winter.

✔At least seven likes.
✘At least seven dislikes.

Anything? Three, at least.

☠At least three fears.

At least a paragraph or two detailing your character’s personality.

At least two paragraphs detailing your character’s past.