Name: Callida
Nickname: Calli
Age: 21
Personality: Quick to anger, passionate, crafty, goal-driven, and believably deceptive. She is constantly in and out of relationships, but doesn’t believe in love – just fiery lust.
Class: Flame
Race: Dwarf, being a good foot shorter than most humans
Guild: Resins Afell, but is commonly sent on spy missions to other guilds because of her class
Affiliation: Evil
Home Town: Crimson Red, but she frequents Arrowi City for missions.
Appearance:
Sibling: Clarence, known to be deceased.
Backstory: Calli remembers little of her childhood, other than knowing that it was pleasant for a little while. Twins Callida and Clarence were born to a classless dwarf couple in Crimson Red, and it was a miracle of sorts that they were born with such great power. Calli remembers laughing a lot and lighting more than a few homes on fire with Clarence, all on accident, of course! When it was about to be the twins’ 13th name day, the raid came – this is when Calli’s memory gets fuzzy. Calli awoke from the raid in a forested area just outside her home town, screams of anguish echoed all around her for what seemed like miles. Her breathing picked up and she began to run in search of Clarence, she hated to be apart from him… and he had never felt so distant before. Calli’s legs brought her to her home before her mind could even catch up and her eyes could take in the scene before her. After realizing that her family home had been reduced to ash, she scrambled through the wreckage, “Clarence!” she screamed for her beloved brother in fear. Her frantic fingers raked through the charred wreckage, unable to feel the heat still lingering. It was then that she found them, a set of three skeletons huddled in the corner of what used to be her brother’s room. Tears streamed down her face as the realization struck her – her family was dead. Thoughts raced through her head, knowing that her brother couldn’t have been killed by flame alone, something had to have led to his death prior to the flames claiming his flesh. The sudden sound of footsteps startled Calli, and it was only then that she realized her thoughts had manifested themselves in screams and moans of sorrow as she clutched her brother’s bones to her chest. “Come with me, dear, and together we will avenge your family” the Caster man promised, and Callida never thought twice about agreeing. That was when the rage came, that was when she chose her alignment. She would find the Caster with enough power to bring her twin brother back from the grave, and together, they would make the world pay.
Weapon(s): Fire magick, a flaming whip and a make-shift pistol fires rocks using her own fire powers.
Outfit (Optional):
Theme Song (Optional):Death In Fire - Amon Amarth
And because this one is too good to resist…
Girl On Fire - Alicia Keys
Other: Ever since losing her family and joining the Casters, Calli has ruthlessly trained her powers to become as strong as she can be without her brother… but she is nothing in comparison to what she once was with him. She carries her brothers remains with her at all times to feel close to him still, hoping that one day she will be able to bring him back.

BIRTH NAME: Béatrix de la Croix
ALIASES AND NICKNAMES: Trixy, Wolfsbane, Madame Vengeance
AGE: 630
TURNED: The Winter of 1385, just after her 18th birthday

PERSONALITY: Years of being a self-employed hitwoman have taken a toll on Béatrix, and her senses are those of a hardened killer. In the first years of her vampire life, Béatrix made many rash decisions and could hardly keep her emotions in check. These days, a serene calm can be found in her face, the mask of a true actress. Béatrix has her vampiric urges and emotions under complete control, although she does enjoy giving in to her bloodlust – humans could have their vices, why not the supernatural as well? Although Trixy can come off as flirtatious and friendly, she has built an icy wall around herself. If you don’t get too attached to somebody, it doesn’t mean that much when they are ripped away.

BIOGRAPHY: The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis… There was the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was one of wealth and power.

In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where her marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in those days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk… on a good day.

Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves.

That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Her new life would have to be a secret… and they would have to get the vampiric council’s approval as well. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man. Young love with the promise of beauty and an eternity together was enough to keep any secret. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for a new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death, which of course is an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death is already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.

Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry – even in the vampiric community. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.

Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day and kill you.

From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills of mental manipulation, deception, and private investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. Rumors and tales spread in the supernatural community of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman, but few knew the name and face to match the tales… almost none who recognized her for who and what she was survived it.

Trixy found her way to the New World seeking adventure and new enemies to hunt. She was on a mission in New York City when she met the leader of the Blackmoore clan. Although he was barely older than her, he had an authority that she could respect, as their morals aligned just so. Although Trixy had always led a nomadic lifestyle, she felt pulled to join this clan in particular… maybe it was the promise of a family… maybe there would be strength in numbers… maybe it was something else. Béatrix quickly climbed her way up the ladder of authority, her age alone doing most of the work. It wasn’t long before Alistair asked Béatrix to put her skills to good use as his Head Executioner, a job that promised to give her vengeful heart purpose. She has been a loyal family member and advisor to Alistair ever since.

FAMILY: She is on the Blackmoore's Council of Advisors as ‘Head Executioner’

POWER: Mental Manipulation/Compulsion. Trixy can completely mind control humans, even better than most vampires, as she has fine-tuned her abilities. Béatrix can also alter the thoughts and feelings of other vampires, especially if they are younger than her. She still struggles to get into the heads of vampires older than her, but she will never stop trying.

SIDES:
Human = Food
Kingstons = Comical
Rogues = A nuisance
Werewolves = The ultimate enemy
Anyone Trixy chooses to dislike (regardless of race) = DEAD

WEAPON: She dual wields glock 22s in combat and almost always has them concealed on her person somewhere, along with a combat knife.

OTHER:

Skills – She is stealthy, believably deceptive, has elder level healing, finely tuned mental control abilities, a precise marksman aim, and a killer smile.

Flaws – She suffers from bloodlust, vengeful behavior, has a slew of supernatural enemies that she has racked up over the years, a lack of trust in others, and a vendetta against Werewolves. Oh yeah, she'd also a wee bit insane. Oops.

Fears – When you reach a certain age, fears mean less and less… even death doesn’t seem all to unwelcome. One fear, however, remains for Béatrix, the fear of losing a loved one - A fear easily avoided if you choose not to love.

Likes:

• Her dual glock 22s
• flirting
• hard liquor (chartreuse, especially)
• mind games
• meaningless hookups
• blood

Dislikes:

• WEREWOLVES
• the English
• prudes
• love
• people who take themselves too seriously

Bio:

Occupation: Hit woman/bounty hunter (nicknamed Wolfsbane, and Madame Vengeance) – it used to be a self-decided operation, but she now works with the military and law enforcement to take out criminals only.

Country of Origin: France

Feelings about meeting soul mate: Trixy’s is a tale of heartbreak. When she lost Francis, she lost everything – her sire, her best friend, and her lover. She doesn’t believe in second chances, and refuses to love again. No one will replace what Francis was to her, she won’t let them. The day she saw Francis’ name blackened and crossed off on her wrist, she bound her arm in silk to cover up what would come next. She didn’t want another, her heart was too cold to feel anything but pain. In time, she did see the new ink, but the date was centuries away, and she hoped maybe she’d die first. Although she keeps the tattoo still wrapped, the name haunts her subconscious, especially knowing that the date is so close now…

Soul mate: Batholomew 'Tholo' Whitlock

Name: Lillith (Lily) Adams

Age: 21 years young

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Personality: Lily is a free spirit, and chooses to enjoy life without all of those pesky rules getting in the way. If there is a hopping college party, you can bet that Lily is there… dancing on the tables. Like every person that looks happy on the outside, Lily has a lot of inner turmoil that she struggles with… family s**t, you know? Lily opens up to few people, only those on her inner circle. A couple of those people know about her indulgences in mind-altering substances besides alcohol. Lily supplements her party lifestyle through selling drugs, a secret operation that she is pretty good at. She may or not have supplying any of the other suspects, and the victim with drugs from time to time. As for a college major, Lily is very artistic and is hoping to get a degree in fine arts concentrating on charcoal drawing and ceramics. As her multicolored hair and facial piercings indicate, Lily dabbles in punk fashion: all tight jeans, combat boots and bright colors, mixed with black leather. As far as sexuality goes, Lily maintains a free spirit attitude and feels that people fall in love with other people, gender doesn’t dictate that.

Statement:
Relationship – “We worked with each other on occasion, but we weren’t really friends. She was too goody two-shoes to be my type, you know?”

Alibi – “That night, well I was partying it up with a good friend of mine, Chris Richards, you can ask her to verify.”

Motive – “Listen officer, I get pretty out of my head sometimes, but I’m a hippie… I couldn’t kill a person if I wanted to.”

Name: Kieran (named for his darker complexion)
Age: 100 (that’s proper adulthood in elven years)
Gender: Male
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Class: Druid (can cast simple spells, summon nature’s ally, and shape shift into animal form (wild shape))
Race: Elf (mostly wood elf with a touch of dark elf/drow lineage)
Weapon(s): magic, wild shape, spear
Outfit: Clothing made by natural means: leather, hides, and botanical components
Allegiance: Neutral evil (more of an affiliation than anything)

Bio: Kieran spends the majority of his time traveling throughout the wilderness with is wolf companion, Cana. Due to the fact that he doesn’t have much interaction with humanoids, he can come off as cold and aloof when interacting with them. Kieran struggles with himself more than anything. As a druid and a wood elf, he should be neutral or good in most of his choices, but the taint of dark elf blood in him often leads him down evil paths. Kieran is a strong fighter, and no matter what bad choices he makes, he will always be an ally to nature.

History: Kieran is a bit of a loner, more so out of necessity than by choice. The tribe of wood elves that his family was a part of was raided by the dark elves before he was born. The Drow took everything from the tribe, murdering men, women, and children… but not all of the women were simply murdered. Some women, like his dear mother, were raped by the dark elves in an attempt to create a bastardized race. Kieran is the product of such carnage, although he was raised by his mother for quite some time before the Drow returned to kill her. Kieran’s mother was also a druid and did her best to teach him the ways of a good druid, the ways of the wood elves. Kieran picked everything up in practice, his magic being stronger than her own even, but the taint of darkness and the temptation to do bad things has always been there… especially now that his entire family is dead. The majestic and beautiful wolf, whom he named Cana as a pup, is his only family now; she is the only thing that tethers him from becoming completely undone.

Name: Ailidh Alma Annstás (she just goes by Alma)
Age: 360
Gender: female
Species: Faerie (Seelie Court)
Appearance:
Personality: Logical, quiet, and beautiful on the outside, but tortured within.
Backpack Contents: 3 fruits, a medium-sized glass vial currently filled with water, a sack of various herbs, a journal, a sharp stone dagger, hemp twine, a sack of seeds to try to plant in the new world, and some bones.
Survival Skills: Faerie magick, knowledge of nature, good at finding safe food to eat.
History: She won’t say.
Extra: Gifted with the ability to return life to one being in exchange for the life of another. Basically resurrection, but with a counter balance.

Name: Levina
Age: 21
Race: Angelic
Appearance:
Outpost: Hell On Earth
Skills/Abilities: Bred by blessed humans for speed, stealth, and accuracy, Levina was raised as a skilled assassin. While she is physically weak, her quick healing, skill with holy artifacts, and ability to fly in short, rapid movements make her a very formidable fighter.
Personality/ Bio: Levy is quiet and comes off as a bit cold towards others. She wasn’t born out of love and knows little of the emotion, as her parents weren’t involved in her upbringing… they weren’t even a couple at all. Levina was raised by members of the outpost and trained to fight since she could aptly hold a weapon. Levy enjoys the fight and revels in death and destruction a bit more than you would expect someone angelic to. As for flaws, Levina keeps her cards close to her chest… but she isn’t completely good-aligned mentally.
Other: I would like her to dual wield holy artifacts… something neat like ninja stars would be nice. Also, the ability to fly short distances very quickly. If possible, the ability to create illusions would be sweet.

Name: Adelaide

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: A fierce and beautiful woman, with a statuesque build and flawless pale skin. Adelaide has thick obsidian colored hair that falls to just below her bust, with flecks of raven-like feathers in between the strands. Despite her fangs and devilish red eyes, she is a striking beauty that leaves most people awestruck. Tall and lithe, Adel stands at 72 inches and weighs about 10 stone. She wields a longsword, and a shining red bow is strapped across her black leather-clad back.

Personality: Adelaide is fiery and independent, bordering on feral in personality. In battle, she prefers to engage in combat from a distance and fire arrows infused with elemental magicks. When she is up close to her opponents, she uses her charm to distract and disorganize them before making them meet the tip of her longsword. While Adel may have a pretty face, she is cold, judgmental, and hard to get along with at first. She places nature high above the life of any humanoid creature and will gladly slay any foe to protect the wild lands.

History: Adelaide remembers little of her childhood, as she has blocked most of it out. Her parents were older when they birthed her, and they soon after fell ill to a plague that racked their village. At five years old, Adelaide was left to be cared for by the hearth and homes of other families in the village, but they wanted her not…

Most of the upstanding English folk didn’t want to be associated with the ‘demon child’. They abused her and called her cruel names, associating her with the work of the “Devil” because of her distorted features. It wasn’t long before Adel sought to flee the abuse, taking refuge in the wild lands.

It was in her childhood that Adelaide learned her hatred of men and women, and in the forests that she learned the kindness and strength of nature. Adelaide met people like her; other ‘devil children’… even adult monsterborn that taught her how to use elemental spells. Adelaide learned to hunt for her own food using a bow and arrow, a skill that she was unknowingly naturally adept at. She practice swordplay with the other children and finally began to enjoy her childhood. Once Adelaide reached her teenage years, her forest family urged her to make herself known in the human world again, as they had themselves, to show them her power instead of her fear.

Adelaide integrated herself into society in ways that most people wouldn’t consider upstanding or ladylike. With her beguiling charm and beauty, she lent her body to prostitution and carnal pleasures. With her physical strength and magic, she sold her body as a warrior and sword(bow) for hire – often killing without question.

That is Adelaide’s history, the rest has yet to be written…

Name: Maya Soto
Age: 23
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Demon: Nightmares
Personality: Creative, flirty, polite, somewhat introverted
Bio: Maya went to college and studied fine art with a concentration in sculpture. Although sculpture is where most of her talent lies, she also paints, draws, and uses charcoal. After graduating she got her feet in the door at a shop that features and sells fine art from local artists. The owner of the store is growing old and looking to find a fresh young face to take over the shop, Maya aspires to be that person. Recently, however, she has felt less like herself. Nightmares now replace her once imaginative and pleasant dreams, and those around her tend to frighten easily and avoid her. Maya started therapy because of the nightmares and sudden social exclusion, but she’s starting to think there’s something more supernatural wrong with her. She wonders if she’s the only one feeling this way…

Chemist of the Night

NAME: Jareth
ALIASES AND NICKNAMES: Jar, Chemist of the Night, JRock, The Cook.
AGE: 57
TURNED: June 4th, 1982

PERSONALITY: Fun-loving, dark-hearted, musical, calculating, hot-headed, passionate, mean-spirited and extremely ambitious. Don’t let the rocker looks fool you, his business acumen is unmatched. His intelligence also makes him prideful and hard to get along with at times. Jareth also does everything with a dramatic - often theatrical and bordering on flamboyant - flair.

BIOGRAPHY: Jareth was at his prime in the late seventies and early eighties. He spent his days sleeping in and his nights getting drunk, high, and making music with the boys. Jareth was the lead singer and guitarist for Crim Son, a little band he started in his foster parents’ garage - before they kicked him out, that is. I guess they didn’t like the drugs, or his friends, or his music, or… him.

Even before vampirism - even with the excessive drug use - Jareth had a great mind, talent, and ambition on his side. His little garage band took off in the local Portland region, gaining a decent following and, fortunate for the boys, a few groupies. After a show one night, Jar was smoking out in the alley behind the bar when a hot little thing with fiery hair and a leather miniskirt approached him. Thinking her another groupie and always being one to objectify women, Jareth pinned her against the brick wall and kissed her hard and fast.

At his brutish reaction to her charm, the vampire woman clutched her hand around his chin and switched their position only to slam him against the wall with enough force to make him shudder. “No, no, little beauty. I’m going to teach you how to submit.” She said in a purr.

Jareth can’t remember much of what happened next, he remembers pain similar to getting a tattoo, except one his neck. He assumes that’s when she bit him. But she didn’t turn him then, oh no, that would have ruined all her fun. When he woke up he was tied up in leather and chains, coated in his own blood. She did things to him, evil torturous things, sometimes pleasurable things, and in a way it may have seemed like she was doing these things to show him that the way he treated women was wrong. But that wasn’t the case, she was just evil, and her behavior only caused his hatred to grow, but Jareth was clever in his hatred. Such a clever boy.

The ruby-haired woman promised that if he should ever learn to submit to her, she would make him strong like she was, and he could be hers forever. Strength, Jareth craved to feel strong again, so he put his mind to work. He had convinced her that she had broken him, that he had come to love her in all the torture and time. So she turned him into a vampire, and as soon as he was able, he killed her.

It didn’t take long for Jareth to figure out what his special powers were. His strengths in life became his strengths in death, as his brilliant mind constantly worked in overdrive. In the dawn of modern science, Jareth had a knack for things like chemistry and synthesis. And what did he do with his awesome powers, well he figured out how to make money, of course. Vampires, especially old vampires, get bored easily -They have an eternity to live, to explore, to contemplate, and they can’t even get high? And what do vampires have a lot of, especially the older ones? Money, and they are more than willing to spend it, especially on the darker things in life.

Jareth got to work synthesizing a drug that works on vampires. He figured out a way to genetically and chemically alter human blood so that it gave vampires the effect of being high, a high much like that of tripping on acid. All vampires react to O-neg a bit differently, but for Jar, it gave him back the only thing he missed about his humanity: a way to escape his own mind. For some vampires it felt like ecstasy, or just pot, or acid, it could take you all the way up and then let you crash through the floorboards. For Jareth, it gave him back the inspiration he needed to continue with his music, it stopped the endless thinking, thinking, thinking…

Vampires took to O-neg like kids in a candy store, and before long, Jareth was one of the youngest extremely wealthy vampires in the US. Wealthy, but not famous, Jareth wasn’t stupid; He kept his recipe hidden in his head and his work severely underground. In his travels, Jareth met Theo and they bonded like two f**ked up peas in a pod. Jareth is the money and brains behind Blod, and Theo is the brute strength. Theo was just the person that Jar needed to find in order to keep him safe from his own ambitious ways.

FAMILY: Rogue – Blod family member. Jareth keeps his membership to Blod a secret, much like his O-neg lab. Even Adelisa wouldn’t recognize him as a Blod member… the only one who knows, and the only one who matters, is Theo.

POWER: Brilliant Mind. The whole idea of people having a stronger left brain or right brain doesn’t apply to Jareth, he excels at both the arts and sciences. He is what the humans would call a bonafide genius. That being said, his mind is his own strength and weakness – it is impermeable to compulsion and mental manipulation, but his intelligence hinders his perception of social cues and morality.

SIDES: Downright evil. He likes other vampires, but he seeks out the fall of the other established families in the city, desiring to have the whole city in O-neg’s grasp. Jareth is more than willing to drink from and kill humans. He is also known to be an extreme misogynist.

WEAPON: Chemical warfare, where he lacks in strength, he makes up for in intelligence and crafty weaponry. Homemade bombs and acids, chemicals and fire, those sorts of things are his forte.

OTHER:Don’t let the rocker chic and the charm fool you, Jareth is NOT one of the good guys.

NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
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EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him.

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Name: Peridot ‘Peri’ Hayashi
Age: 54 (embraced at age 20 in 1983)
Gender: Female
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Generation: 12th
Clan: Toreador
Disciplines: Auspex, Celerity, Presence

History: Peridot is a second generation Japanese-American, born in the summer of 1963. The Hayashi’s moved to the states with little to nothing and built their family wealth through good old fashioned hard work. Peridot’s parents wanted the best for their little girl and pushed for her to participate in as many extra-curricular activities as she could, on top of keeping high marks in school. Peri took a particular liking to martial arts and dance. As a teenager, Peridot combined her two passions in her recitals, dancing with weapons as if she were in an elegant battle on the stage. It was during one such show that Peri caught the eye of her Toreador sire. Toreadors are known for their obsessions with beauty and art, and her sire was no different, insisting Peri’s instructor that he must meet the ‘Asian dancer’.

Peridot was 19 years old when Roman first started attending her shows. At first, his attention put her off, but eventually they grew to become quite close. Roman would request that she dance for him and him alone, little did she know that his use of presence left her no choice but to entertain him, despite her lack of interest in men. Eventually, Roman offered her a gift: admission to his ‘family’ that was always recruiting young talent. Reluctantly, Peri agreed to her own embrace, not realizing that this change would cause her to sever ties with her family to uphold the masquerade.

The loss of her connection to her parents and siblings left Peri feeling empty for many years, but she eventually took to being a Toreador like a horse to water. Torries like to keep close to the human world, and as such, Peri kept dancing and even opened up a school to instruct young humans in the art. And Roman, well, Roman quickly grew bored of his childe and moved onto another pretty thing a few years after embracing Peridot. Peri harbors no ill will towards him, however, as that is just the Toreador way.

With a background in martial arts, Peridot has been able to easily defend herself against supernatural aggressors and makes good use of auspex and celerity while fighting primarily with a katana. Despite her young age and generation, Peridot’s skills were noticed by the higher ranking Toreadors and propelled her into becoming one of the Agents of Cranston.

Personality: Like most Torries, Peridot is lovely and seductive, but a slave to her artistic vision, feeling like she can never truly perfect her dancing (a word that she also uses to describe her sword fighting). Peri is easily distracted by beauty, be it in art or in a person, and although she was strictly a lesbian as a human, her embrace lead her to find beauty and love regardless of gender. Peridot walks a thin line in terms of humanity, one bad choice can send her into a frenzy, and one good choice has her feeling like a saint. One thing is for sure, though, don’t call her a Kuei-jin!

Name: Lady Mohowauuck (Mo), also mistaken for the goddess Gaia/Gaea

Age: Looks like a fully-matured woman, around 30.

When you were turned: unknown, all she knows of life is being a vampire.

Clothes: Often seen in traditional Mohawk garb – a poncho-like tunic called an overdress and a wraparound skirt with shorter leggings.

Hair: A dark rich brown with forest green highlights throughout it, gathered in a long, loose braid that hangs down in front of her left shoulder and breast.

Eyes: Emerald green with swirls of cerulean blue.



Weapons: none

Powers:

- Mother Earth –
Mo can commune with the spirits of the flora around her. She speaks with the plants, and feels their joy and pain. It is in her nature to protect them, to fight for them against human destruction. They see her as a mother of sorts, and bend to her will. As she fights for them, they to, will fight for her. In short, Mohowauuck can commune with and control plants, including speeding up their growth and reproduction.

- Wild Shape –
Lady Mo is just as attuned to fauna as she is to flora. Mo can take on the shape of any animal found in the Northeastern forests of North America, as these are the homelands she was born to. (Wolf, bear, fox, etc…) Mohowauuck is most commonly seen in the form of a giant arctic white wolf, making her one of the only vampires to gain the respect of and sometimes even the following of the werewolves.

- Colors of the Wind –
Mohowauuck can channel her emotions into the forces of nature, sometimes without even realizing it. Where one’s sadness might be expressed in tears, Mo’s despair brings the clouds and rain. When Lady Mo is angered, the raging storms and blizzards can wreak havoc and destruction upon humanity.


-Spirit Speaker –
It is a common Native American belief that all living things have a spirit and a name. Lady Mo can sense the spirits of those around her, both the living and the dead. And should they choose to speak to her, she will always listen and maybe even respond to their needs.

Bio/Personality: Being an ageless immortal, Mohowauuck has a cold aloofness towards others. The only humans she has taken company with were the original peoples of the US, as they were the only humans she ever encountered with a true respect for the earth and religious relationship with nature. She fought alongside the natives in what is now NY that’s modern day tribe name shares a likeness to her own chosen name. Mohowauuck is the Algonkian word for man-eaters, as the enemy tribe often called the group of people she led in battle. As a vampire, she sired a few warriors in her fight against humanity, and their pension for partaking of their enemy’s blood in battle did not go unnoticed, apparently. Lady Mohowauuck wears the name with pride, as do her chosen people, who have simplified it to the Mohawks.

Lady Mo is fierce in battle, a combination of the forces of nature, a Mohawk warrior, and a savage beast. She does see herself as a goddess of sorts, a protector of the lands. She believes that being a vampire is superior to humanity, as the vile humans need a predator to limit their existence and their potential to destroy the Earth. As a self-proclaimed Mother Earth, she needs to protect her child the only way she knows how… to take down any enemy in her path.

Extras needed: Wears glasses

Age + birthday: 19 + March 5th

Birth Place: Florida, USA

Place/s grown up: Florida, USA

Living place now: Student Housing/Dormitories – no roommate, but plenty of people living on the same floor as him

Current job: College student – studying animation at the Art Institute of Fort Lauderdale

Family history: Jace comes from an upper middle class Irish-American family. Growing up, Jace wanted for nothing and had a lovely childhood, despite feeling like he was a little bit different from his friends and classmates. When Jace reached puberty, he finally came out as gay to his parents. Being the ‘religious’ family that they were, his parents were less than loving and supportive, but they didn’t go so far as to kick him out of the house or anything. They pay for his schooling and hope that he will soon ‘grow out of this phase’.

Relationship status + Sexuality: Forever Alone + Homosexual

Skills: Competitive video gamer, digital arts talent, and movie trivia

Weaknesses + Fears: Not at all athletic, in fact, he is quite thin + Suffers from undiagnosed depression, which he self medicates + Afraid of getting close to people

Biggest lifetime wish: To work for a game development company as an animator, or maybe do CGI for movies.

Baddest secret: When he first started realizing that he was gay and faced the rejection of coming out to the people he loved, Jace’s depression got really bad. He is no stranger to self-harm and even tried to commit suicide by taking a cocktail of pills. He woke up vomiting uncontrollably and it scared him enough to not try that again. His parents thought he had just been out drinking with friends and actually punished him for it. To this day, they still don’t know the truth.

Guilty Pleasure: Cuddling under blankets with a cup of cocoa and watching movies until the wee hours of the morning, pornography, and endless video gaming

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NAME }} Jace Theodore O’Brian. He goes by 'Gaymer' on the internet, after his well-known gamertag and username 'Gaymer1618'
CODENAME }} Chip - like a computer chip, not the snack, even though those are good too!
AGE }} 17, Birthday: March 5th
SPECIALTY }} Hacking

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PERSONALITY }}

The first thing one thinks of when looking at Jace is ‘nerd’. It’s his stature, and the way he carries himself, but he truly does have an unquenchable thirst for knowledge that can be cut down into multiple sects of ‘geekiness.’ Terms like that might be intended as insults from his peers, but he deeply identifies with being intelligent and takes pride in his skills. He enjoys sharing what he knows, confident in his mastery of certain subjects, but prefers to design and execute a plan rather than spew facts that others might deem uninteresting. Unless, of course, it is movie trivia, be prepared to be thouroughly uninterested!

Jace is such a generally pleasant person that he appears to drift in and out of a daydream, but truthfully, he is constantly thinking. It may make him seem reclusive or reserved - which he is, to an extent - but he isn’t pensive or detached in the slightest. He’s often conducting full-fledged debates in his mind, but on paper or verbally, Jace is very friendly when fully realising these thoughts; when he’s particularly excited, the conversation can border on incoherence as he tries to explain a daisy-chain of logic or trivia or anything that pops into his mind. Oftentimes, he doesn’t ever reach a point, he will simply jump ship to a new topic altogether, expecting others to completely understand what he meant. They often don't.

What really holds him back, though, is his pervasive fear of failure. He is so prone to reassessing his own thoughts and theories, worried he’s missing something critical in his puzzle, that he can stagnate and get lost in a world of self-doubt. This world is nothing public, however. Jace is certainly not an actor by any means, but you’d think he was trained in the art by how secretive he is of his self-criticism. He is set on making others happy (probably to keep them from getting like him), and ensures none of his depressed episodes see the light of day. Jace is a silent sufferer, and goes to all ends to make sure it stays that way.

That said, he finds it easy to use warm, sensitive language just to get along with others. He’s not malicious in any way, although given the people he’s surrounded by constantly, you’d think he was a much more volatile individual. He takes great care of other people’s feelings, and expects the favor to be returned - sometimes that means giving him space for a while. Jace needs time to decompress after any overstimulation or lots of social interaction, so he withdraws himself from the public eye plenty. It’s for the best - he usually doesn’t even take care of himself. He’s passionate about what he cares about so much, working so hard to avoid the dark cloud of doubt always over his head, that he quickly gets exhausted and overstressed. This is when he generally turns to some form of distraction or self-medication in order to feel better. ^{{Special thanks to @foxygen for helping here ❤}}



STRENGTHS }}

• .:CYBERPHILE:. Being a competitive gamer and all-around nerd, Jace is very skilled with computers and all things internet. At the age of 14, he successfully built his own rig that he has modified and customized into the absolute BEAST that it is today. In his spare time, he likes to read books about coding and cybersecurity and, as such, he has a firm grasp of how the technological world works, and exactly what he needs to do to hack it.
• .:AESTHETICIAN:. Jace really enjoys the digital art platform and the ability to technically recreate the beauty of the world. He loves designing websites for people and making graphics for all of his favorite things. Two years ago, he started drawing and painting digitally using a tablet, and has exhibited some considerable talent that he hopes to go to college to hone in on.
• .:CINEPHILE:. This kid LOVES movies. Directors, actors, cinematography, you name it! Jace proudly boasts that he is the “Master of Useless Movie Trivia”. Go ahead, ask him about it, just make sure you’re comfortable first, because once he gets started he doesn’t let off the gas. This is one of the few things he actually feels comfortable talking to strangers and acquaintances about.

WEAKNESSES }}

• .:WIMP:. The boy is an absolute twig and completely unathletic in every way. He has never participated in any organized sport and was, very shamefully, the gym class zero in school. Seriously, if it came to a fight, a person could probably own him just by looking at him too strongly.
• .:BROKEN:. Jace suffers from undiagnosed depression that stems from the bullying he received growing up. Coming out to his parents, and their reaction to it, didn’t make things any better. Because he has never talked about it or actually seen a therapist, he self-medicates in whatever way he can find to feel better for the moment. It hardly ever works and is mostly harmful in some way or another.
• .:FOLLOWER:. If Jace decides that a person is safe enough to talk to, he can become a bit much. His incessant chattering can border on annoying and has often gotten him shunned from friend groups in the past. If he sees someone as a role model in any way, he is prone to changing parts of himself in order to better fit in with and be accepted by that person.

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Jace comes from an upper middle class Irish-American family. Growing up, the boy wanted for nothing and had a lovely childhood, despite feeling like he was a little bit different from his friends and classmates. Okay, so he was a lot a bit different from them, but still, there was a time when he was quite happy. He kept excellent grades and a tiny group of close friends throughout elementary school.

At the age of 13, Jace finally came out as gay to his parents. Being the ‘religious’ Catholics that they were, his parents were less than loving and supportive. Joseph and Eleanor didn’t go as far as to kick him out of the house or anything, but they still weren’t accepting. His parents constantly insisted that this was 'just a phase' that he would grow out of. There was that, and the affectionate reminders that being homosexual was a sin and he was destined to burn in hell if he 'chose' that lifestyle.

When Jace first started coming to terms with the fact that was, in fact, gay, and then subsequently faced the rejection of coming out to the people he loved most, his depression worsened. He is no stranger to self-harm and, when he was 15, he even tried to end his own life by taking a cocktail of pills that he found in the medicine cabinet. Jace woke up a few hours later vomiting uncontrollably, and it scared him enough to not try that again. His parents assumed he had just been out drinking with friends and actually punished him for it. To this day, they still don’t know the truth. Because of this, he distanced himself from them, and from other people that were close to him. He never officially dated a guy for fear of rejection, and instead focused on his technology, his artwork, on learning and growing as a person.

Jace dreamed of going to college after high school to study animation at an art institute. Because of the lack of familial support, he turned to hacking as a means to earn money and save up for putting himself through school. That’s how the whole criminal enterprise thing started for him. His means to escaping reality through learning about the computer world had turned into a small time hacking business, which then snowballed into involvement with Michaels' organization. Jace never thought he would be a criminal, but something about it got addicting… it was the pleasing people, mostly, and trying to impress his new crushesfriends with his skill set and false bravado. He had turned into someone unrecognizable in this short time with them. And now, he was running from it. Wasn’t that fitting, though? Jace has always been running.

OTHER }} I don’t understand the twenty one pilots meme thing because I’m old but I promise I read all of your rules. <3

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I like blondes, but tend to keep away from the human ones… especially when they can’t keep their noses out of business that clearly isn’t any of theirs. Her interest are apt to get killed one day, not that I care.



Seems like a decent bloke. I don’t know him well, but I’ve always enjoyed the company of demons. Plus, I think he’s one of the few men in this city that could match me in a drinking contest.



Handsome, well-dressed, ambitious… hell, it’s basically like looking in a mirror. What can I say? He’s my best mate, and has been for a few lifetimes. He runs things above ground while I, well, he’s the only one outside of my force that knows what I really do.



Jokes aside, I don’t have much to say about this one. She has a nice enough voice, good background music when drinkin’ at the pub.



Yeah, I don’t like cops. Three guesses as to why. She seems like one of the better ones though, probably smokes pot on her days off. While she isn’t really my type, I’d be up for a little roleplay session. “I’ve been a real bad boy, Officer!”



Another demon, yeah, this city is crawling with them - most are, what better places to rustle up some chaos? Viking Metal is my genre of choice, naturally, and Cloak of Shame is among the best metal bands London has to offer.



He did my latest tattoo, the eagle on my shoulder here. Great work, in all honesty. I’ll definitely be going back to him for my next piece.



That accent almost makes the drinks taste bad. Drop dead gorgeous though, so it’s always worth the visit. I wonder what she’s like in bed, hopefully quiet.



The vampires in this city pretty much all know of each other. I like her spicy personality, should get to know her even better. I’m sure we’d be chums in no time.



I’ve had my eye on this one. Many of my men went from rags to riches under my employ. Hopefully he’ll accept my offer, I always have use for a man who knows his way around the streets. Plus, I know he has junkie friends.



Blood, Booze, and Tea. Those are the beverages of choice listed in order of importance. Mr. Mordekai makes takes care of the third every morning before I head to the lab. The real lab, in Redbridge. Just to clarify...



Listen, I’m all for doing whoever you please. But the kids these days with their LGBTXYZ alphabet-soup personalities! Honestly, is that a man? A woman? Don’t confuse me like that, mate! I don’t want to have to guess about what’s in your trousers...



Not because he wasn’t good, no. Faeries just smell like pudding. Delicious… irresistible pudding. I’m glad I didn’t fang out and devour him then, that would have totally blown my cover. I’m not looking to pack up and change my name again, London suits me. I keep my distance from this kid for both our sakes, even though one of my men is his dealer.



That isn’t all I know about her. Alistair told me about her. She is playing Mum to London’s Youngest Vampiress. Too cute.



Though, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting this one.



Pothead kids are a dime a dozen around here, but I can’t complain. Business such as his pays from my morning cuppa from Andrew, every little bit counts!



A cop and a werewolf. I’ll keep my distance, wouldn’t want him shedding on my new Kiton… or sniffing about my rear.



I don’t know much else about her. Smells human, but possibly a witch. You get a keen eye for picking things like that out when you’re this old.



That’s a lie. I think she’s adorable… but definately creepy. It’s hard to believe that she’s as old as she is, with the bouncing around and primary school bit. She definitely livens up Alistair’s cliché abode, though… well, I’m not sure livens up is the right phrase, given that neither of them are really alive.



There she is, London’s Youngest Vampiress. Pretty as a peach, she is. Alistair gave her a few pointers on “Vamp life”. I wouldn’t mind giving her a pointer or two myself. In due time...



I met the Sphinx when he moved in a few blocks down. He’s one of my best paying customers, though he doesn’t know that he is essentially buying the stuff from me. What can I say? Anonymity is everything to me and, though he’s always fun to party with, I don’t know that I can trust him just yet - especially if the blimey bastard think the Egyptian gods are better than the Norse, that’s some fine coke yer snortin’, mate!



Is that the girl who works with Andrew? Or is she from the other shop… I can’t remember.



Judging from the pentagram jewelry and thick cloud of incense about her, I’m pegging this one as a witch too. That, or she’s a human wannabe witch. I don’t know what would be worse...



What can I say? Classical music is the only vampire cliché I indulge. Okay… maybe it’s not the only one. That’s, that’s beside the point! She’s lovely. A bit curious that she doesn’t speak, what’s that about? Maybe it’s just part of her stage persona...



I don’t know her well, I’ve just seen her and all her freckles at the grocery store once or twice.



I don’t know him other otherwise. Gods, man, were you even trying to look good?



This stranger is surprisingly attractive.



Some vampires are just a hoot to be around, and he’s one of them. I’ve never seen him mope about what he is, unlike most ‘monsters’, and I adore his “grab life by the balls” attitude. I’m glad we’re neighbors, and friends.



I’d rather make a meal of her than be served one by her. Very pretty girl, woefully human.



That’s not true. I’m just not a fan of “God’s warriors”. I miss the days of old, when the gods displayed their power and might by walking among men. Angels are nothing but egotistical pricks.



What? I’m not lying, I really don’t know her. Should I?



He’s too young and far too cocky to be a good lawyer. And no, I’m not anti-lawyer by any means. In my line of work, you need to have a few friends that know their way through and around the law. How do you think I get my fake papers every few years? Maybe if I get arrested locally and need help in a pinch - which could happen, admittedly - I’ll use my phone call to ring him. How could you not remember that number, what with the annoying jingle the telly plays on his commercial… all the more reason to not watch the telly.



She’s easy on the eyes, too bad she’s not a lust demon.



I can't pretend to know what it's like do be a Dhampire. It seems gods awful, I can't believe Ali managed to bring kids like him into the world. Weak, sickly creatures... I hope I haven't made any! Shit... I should be more careful. Anyway, there are those who know how to party, and those who take it too far. I'm sure you can guess where this bloke falls on that spectrum.



Freddie may be the only witch in town that I don't mind. I've only chatted him up a time or two, but he doesn't seem as flippant as some of the other witches, and I can tell he's a good study. Despite all it's fantastical mysticism, magic is a science that deserves just as much study, dedication, and practice as any other. It's never a bad idea to have at least one witch in per city on my side, he just might shape up to be my London Witch.



Head of the five-0 and an angel? He just might be the worst bloke in this city. I'll pass on any false pleasantries here. It's best that he doesn't ever see my face... something tells me he'd just know if he did. Too risky.



Aiden's a nice enough bloke. Pretty young for a vampire, but has a brilliant mind. It's nice to be able to hold an intelligent, scientific conversaion with him. We aren't best mates by any means, but we've only just met.



Never met her, but I'm really hoping that changes. Love the hair.



He's also another werewolf on the police force. Why the hell do I like living here again? I guess this is one way to make eternity pass by in an interesting manner...



Yeah, we met quite a few years back. We played a game of poker and I made out with a good sum of his money. He didn't take too kindly to that. Now he's a police commissioner where I currently live. Whoops?



But that's just my shallow first impression, I don't know this girl. Maybe she's a dhampire? She kinda has that 'run ragged' look going on. Or maybe she's a junkie...



I've never seen him around before.

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As a shifter, Patricia is able to shapeshift her form, transforming and reshaping herself down to the genetic and cellular structure. She can mimic whatever object, material or creature she wills herself to be. Growing up, these changes just kind of happened randomly, some days she woke up blue, other days she pranced around on all fours as a kitten; Needless to say, Tish had to be homeschooled until about middle school to keep people from screaming in panic.

Now that she has had years to hone her skills with the aid of her father, Tish can blend in with the general human populace. She has only ever purposefully used her abilities cosmetically - shifting from store bought hair dye, to using her powers to maintain its jet black color, covering up teenage acne without needing medication, plastering herself in body art, etc. Tish has also shifted into animal forms in order to run and fly and swim in ways that a human body simply cannot. With more practice, she could finely tune her abilities for combat, as her father has, being able to form limbs into weapons and regrow damaged body parts, but she has no desire to tap into that potential. Not yet, anyway.

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"If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see,
you can find out firsthand what it's like to be me."

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NAME }} Nikolai
NICKNAME }} Nik or Niki, these are prefered to Nikolai
AGE }} 16
DIAGNOSIS }} Gender dysphoria (while in and of itself not a mental disorder, the clinically significant anxiety and depression associated with dysphoria sometimes needs treatment) and Body Dysmorphic Disorder

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PERSONALITY }} Niki typically goes through life as a wallflower, quietly blending in with baggy clothes in muted colors. They don’t want to be noticed, not really. If someone does happen to notice them, that person will find a kind hearted and open minded individual, despite their brokenness, perhaps even because of it. Silent and introverted, Nik much prefers listening to talking, especially now that their voice has grown deeper - they don’t like to hear it out loud. Regardless of insecurities, listening to others’ thoughts and ideas and feelings has always been better than dwelling on one’s own struggles. The teen’s quiet nature can make them seem aloof and stoic, but they are by no means judgemental or closed off. Those closest to Niki know that Nik will fight more to support their friends than they ever would fight for themself. This combination of traits makes a Niki a hard friend to make, but a good friend to have and keep.

STRENGTHS }}

• Open-minded and receptive listener.
• Genuine and Honest
• Imaginative

WEAKNESSES }}

• Overly self critical - This sometimes manifests physically in the form of skin picking and other self-harming behaviors.
• Mirrors - Nik is either obsessively looking in them to analyze their reflection, or obsessively avoiding them in shame of their own appearance.
• Disordered eating - It would be easy to misdiagnose Nik with anorexia nervosa, as some patients with BDD often are, but Niki goes through bouts of complete avoidance of food as a means to cope with their discontent in their own body. It is not that Niki sees themself as overweight, it is the incessant recurring negative thoughts about their own body being imperfect and mismatched that pushes Nik to change it. As plastic surgery isn’t an option yet, eating is something that Niki can and does limit to alter their appearance.

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HISTORY }} It was obvious to Nikolai’s parents from a very young age that their son was different. On christmas he asked for both Tonka trucks and Barbie dolls. He would go outside and catch bugs and then come inside to play princess dress up with his sister. Kids can be like that sometimes, so his parents didn’t think much of it. The other children didn’t seem to mind, so why should they, if Nikolai was doing what made him happy?

When Nikolai was in late elementary and early middle school, things grew more complicated. The girls in his class started wearing make-up and giggling about bras and boys. Nik wanted to be like them, so he talked to his parents about this and, because they loved him, his mother took him the store and picked out some makeup and training bras. Nik proudly wore these things to school the next day.

At first, everything went unnoticed by his peers. The makeup was subtle, and the bra hidden safely under his shirt. Nik was confident and happy, feeling pretty, like he had always wanted to. This happiness was short lived, as adolescents tend to ostracize those who stray from the social norm. Niki dared to wear a dress after convincing his mother that it would be okay, that his friends said it would be fine. It wasn’t okay, and those ‘friends’ laughed at him. Nikolai was brutally bullied by his fellow students, physically by the boys and socially by the girls. He quickly became a social outcast, labeled ‘freak’ and ‘gay’ and whatever other unclever nicknames the kids had cooked up on any particular day.

The bullying grew so intense that Nik’s parents had to relocate so that their child could attend a different school and have a brand new start. Unbeknownst to them, it was already too late, the internal damage had been done. Nikolai had become a different person; Their once bright and colorful child had faded to grey. The criticisms of his peers had become his own, yet amplified. The older he got, the less he felt like a he… but not completely like she, either. They became they, and they became no one.

A new school did little to improve Nik’s quality of life. They went to class and did their homework, because they had to. They came home and sat alone in their room, avoiding parents and what few friends they had still managed to keep. Sometimes they would stare at the full length mirror behind their door for hours, a black sharpie in hand that they used to draw X’s above all of the flaws in their reflection. No one is sure when those markered X’s on the mirror turned into razor kisses on their skin, but they did. Niki intentionally picked out and wore baggy clothing to hide the scars and marks, and also to camouflage their body.

This downhill spiral of unseen psychological warfare and battles with self harm led to where these struggles unfortunately sometimes do lead. One month ago, Nik switched directions and intentionally cut deeper. Whether it was the sight of so much blood, or the sheer loss of it, Niki passed out almost immediately. They awoke in a hospital bed, confused and bandaged up with a very forlorn looking mother and father staring back at them. After a period of physical healing, Nik is currently being checked into Treewit for mental healing, and has yet to receive a bed assignment or meet any other patients.

OTHER }} Currently prefers they/their pronouns because their gender identity is still undefined.

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