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Name: Samantha Juliet Knoll "Sam"

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Mutation: Omnilingualism and invisibility.

Personality: Don't let her sweet face fool you. Sam is stubborn, strong willed, and intelligent. She is a cynical badass, and doesn't put up with shit. She does not warm to strangers easily, and appears afraid of nothing. She controls her emotions within herself, and in some ways she is slightly detached from her emotions. Sam appears even tempered, controlled, and emotionally distant, until she lets you truly get to know her. She is a secret bleeding heart, and takes the suffering of innocents personally. If one pays special attention they can see that side of her throughout many of her actions. Sam is very smart, and is particularly tuned into numbers. She loves books, and movies, a way to escape into her mind to a fantasy world. She is the protector of people she loves, extremely loyal, and always has their back. She is organized and has an excellent attention span. Over the years since her powers manifested she has become more sly, blunt, and uncompromising.

Bio: Samantha was adopted by the Knoll family when she was three years old. The story before her adoption goes like this. She was born in Boston to a stripper named Crystal Byrne. Her father was Crystal's on and off again boyfriend Daniel Uccello. He was an abusive drunk, who made money dealing drugs. She also had an older half-brother named Marcus, who was seven years old at the time she was born. Nine month after she was born, Daniel got busted selling drugs and was haled off to prison, where he would later die after being stabbed to death for pissing off the wrong people. Crystal turned to prostitution to pay the ever growing pile of bills.

By the time Sam was two years old, her brother was the only one caring for her. Crystal would disappear for days at a time leaving Marcus and Sam alone to fend for themselves in the roach infested apartment they called home. Crystal had became addicted to drugs, and her primary goal in life was how to get her next fix. Marcus went to school dirty, and hungry. The free school lunch was the only place he could get a hot meal, and everyday he would stuff his pockets with food from his tray to bring home to Sam. Unfortunately the school turned a blind eye to the blatant neglect. A few weeks before Samantha's third birthday, Crystal had left and never came back. Marcus and Sam lived off saltine crackers, beer, old Halloween candy, stale fruit loops, tap water, and whatever he brought home from school. It went in like this for the next two weeks.

The landlord came knocking since the rent was late, and found to dirty malnourished kids living in squalor. The authorities were called and Marcus and Sam were put into a foster home. After a few weeks of investigation, they matched the body of a Jane Doe to Crystal. She had died of a heroin overdose in an alley only three blocks away from the apartment. Marcus's biological father flew back from his tour in Iraq to get custody of Marcus. Sam on the other hand was left in foster care, as both of her parents where dead and she had no relatives to speak of. Fortunately she was quickly adopted by the Knoll family a few months later. And they changed her name from Mercedes Aleeah Byrne to Samantha Juliet Knoll.

Being only three years old when she was adopted, she does not really remember anything from her first few years of life. And so Samantha grew up in Providence RI, living a simple happy life. Richard her new father was a mixed martial artist who ran his own gym, and Lucy her new mother was a music teacher at the local high school. She even gained two new older brothers named Jake and Lucas who was her protectors, and best friends. They all lived happily in a three story town home. Her bedroom was her favorite place with its powder blue walls, a canopy bed, and huge doll house her father built for her. Her parents sent her to the private catholic school, her summers were spent in Michigan at the cottage on the lakes, and Christmas was always at the Plaza in Manhattan. Her Omnilingualism was apparent early on, as she was found speaking fluent french with the next door neighbors grandkids who where visiting from Paris. She could read the Chinese symbols on the takeout menus, and became good friends with the new girl at school, who could only speak Spanish. No one ever linked this to being a mutant. Her parents just assumed she was a little genius.

When she was eleven years old her family was in a car crash. Her parents died instantly and Jake was left a vegetable in a coma. Lucas blamed himself as he had been the one driving, and committed suicide a few weeks after the accident. Her happy life was seemingly over. The death of her parents led to a whole life change for Sam. Her father's parents became her legal guardians, but they lived in Germany. Her Grandparents only came to stay with her until the house was sold, Jake was taken off life support, and the funerals were held. They quickly decided that it was best that Sam staid in America, so she was sent to live with her Mother's younger sister Diana in Las Vegas Nevada.

Living in a cluttered 5th floor walk up in Vegas, above a bar, with her hipster Aunt Diana was very different from the life she had been living. Going to public school was nothing like her old school, she missed her friends, her old house, her city, and most of all her family. Diana was an aspiring musician, who worked as a maid, and bartender to pay the bills, so she was not home much to take care of Sam. When Diana was home she was ether sleeping or playing music with her band in the living room until late into the morning hours. Diana was a nice to Sam, but responsibility for anyone other then herself seemed impossible for the woman.

By middle school she had learned to how to cook, clean, shop, use the public bus, and she could basically take care of herself. She even had a part time job at the flower shop down the street from her school. Living on the bad side of town in a dangerous neighborhood Samantha was lucky to know a thing or to about fighting. When she was fourteen Aunt Diana was diagnosed with breast cancer, and Sam became her caretaker for the next two years until she died. Samantha felt alone in the world, and a few days after her aunt's funeral her invisibility powers manifested. She was only sixteen, so the state placed her into a foster care group home for girls. The place was like a prison, and most of the girls there where what some would label politely as troubled, but more correctly put they were violent delinquents, with major issues.

Four months into her stay and Sunshine Home for teen girls, Sam was pretty sure she was going nuts, as small parts of her would randomly turn invisible. One of the group home staff explained to her that she was a mutant, and that it was best to not tell or show anyone what she could do. After some intense googleing she was even more freaked out. One day three girls decided to teach Samantha a lesson by ganging up on her in the bathroom to kick her ass, all because Sam narked on them after she heard them talking about their plan to burn the place down. She did the best she could defending herself, but she was quickly knocked to the ground and the girl proceeded savagely to kicked her. Survival skills kicked in and for the first time she went completely invisible including her clothes, and then she high tailed it out of the place.

She spent two years living on the street in LA. Once she was 18, and legally an adult she was able take the GED. She passed it with flying colors, and then got a job as a waitress at a diner. She rents a tiny cheap studio apartment, and has no idea what to do with her life.

Other: She is a vegetarian.

Name: Yara Catalina Loras
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Age: 23
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair Color: Silky Black
Eye Color: Olive Green

Crew Position: Medic - Surgeon

Physical Appearance:
Yara has straight raven black hair that reaches just past her mid back. Her skin is an copper color, with warm olive undertones. She has dark green eyes with golden flecks, and is considered average high for a woman. Though she does has a small frame, she is fit and as tough as any other pirate. She has tattoo on her upper left arm (as pictured).

Attire:
Yara's wardrobe consists of quite a bit of lace, ruffles, corset belts, and black fabrics. Needless to say she dresses like a typical pirate, though on the more modest side of the the spectrum. Showing off massive amounts of cleavage, and wearing tiny short skirts is not her cup of tea. She hates wearing stocking and shoes, so most of the time she goes barefoot. When she is not wearing pants, her go to dresses and skirts are usually knee length.

Personality:
Most of the time Yara can come off as dispassionate. Do to her history she has learned to put up a wall between people, and her true self. She puts on a confident, and uncaring attitude as a way of making sure no one can hurt her. She has also become a tad more cynical then your average girl, do to the many betrayals, and hardships in her past. Her wall comes down when inebriated, but otherwise she tries to remain as stoical, and relaxed as possible. She is capable of being utterly ruthless against those who mess with her or her loved ones. She is truthfully the most loyal person you'll ever meet...as long as she considers you a friend. Yara is someone who is suspicious of others, and unforgiving towards those who wrong her. By unforgiving I also mean vengeful, so basically you don't want to mess with her...then again it's actually kind of hard to get on her bad side. She takes peoples bullshit in stride, and basically ignores idiots. Count yourself lucky if Yara chooses to be her genuine self around you.

Weapons & Equipment:
Daggers - A pair made of white iron

Medical Kit
-- Surgical Tools
-- Bone Saw
-- Tourniquet
-- Bandage Rolls
-- Hydrogen Peroxide
-- Tweezers
-- Scissors
-- Sutures/Needle
-- Gauze

Shard Ability:
Electrokinesis- She can generate raw electric energy, which she can with proper training, control at will for various purposes. At the moment she is basically a human taser.

Brief History:
Her mother, Olinda, was the pretty young lady from Verdante, who worked as a silk weaver. Yara's father, Jiminy, was a pirate for the lesser known captain Rockwell of the ship 'Drakon'. Yara was born in the middle of the Kiryan, only six months after the young couple married. She was a sweet little baby, with her mothers green eyes, and her fathers black hair.

The first few years of her life were spent in Rexa, a small Wandering Island. Her father became a dock worker for a short time after she was born, trying to be a family man and good husband. But once a pirate always a pirate, so when Yara was two years old her father went back to his swashbuckling ways. Every few months he would come home with stories about his adventures, and he would bring home presents for her.

Unfortunately when Yara was five years old, her mother died giving birth to a stillborn, and Yara was left in the care of the local midwife, until her father sailed home. A month later he arrived, distraught about his wife's death, and having no idea what to do with little Yara. No one was willing to take her in, and Jiminy refused to sell her off or place her into an orphanage. Thankfully with a little negotiating and a few bribes his captain agreed that Yara could come aboard and stay on the ship.

It quickly became apparent that a pirate ship was no place to raise a little girl. Though the crew had grown fond of her, it was extremely unsafe for a child. To many close calls with bullets buzzing by and steel swords hacking away. Four months later Jiminy left Yara in the care of an old friend, none other then Immortal Archivist Cagen.

Cagen was already raising a young boy named Fletcher, so one more child couldn't hurt. Yara excelled under his guidance, and Fletcher became like an older brother to her. Anytime she was scared during a thunder storm she would sneak into Fletcher's room, and he would let her crawl into his bed. Two years past and sadly when she was eight years old Fletcher left to see the world, and shortly after news of her fathers death came.

Five months later her aunt Zendra showed up looking to claim Yara, and take her home with her. Cagen had tried to reason with the woman, but in the end the stubborn witch would not take no as and answer. Yara left with Zendra, and cried herself to sleep every night the whole journey to her aunts place in The Broken Spires.

Life was very different for the eight year old Yara. Her aunt was the madam of a brothel, and Yara spent most of her day cleaning, and cooking, for the prostitutes that lived there. Nights where spent handing out drinks to clients, and keeping the illegitimate toddlers occupied in the basement. She was ten years old when her aunt sold her virginity off to the highest bidder. Yara had hit, kick, and scratched hard enough to draw blood, but the real kicker was she had bitten the bastards ear off. Afterwards Zendra had her flogged for injuring the customer who purchased her for the night. Then she told Yara that she was old enough to earn her keep, and expected her to smile from now on.

Yara ran away two weeks later, and at the age of 10 she was on her own. She stowed away on a ship that was heading to New Haven. Three days into the voyage she was caught. Half the crew wanted to though her off the ship into the ocean, and the other half had no opinion on the matter. Benji, the ships medic came to Yara's defense, saying he needed an assistant anyway, and that tossing her overboard would be a waist of free labor. The captain reluctantly agreed, and Yara spent the rest of the voyage swabbing the deck, doing laundry, and peeling potatoes. By the end of the three month trip across the sea, she had become the little mascot of the ship.

After docking in New Haven, Yara didn't really know what to do with herself. Benji took her under his wing as a assistant, and she joined him on board a sky ship he had contracted with. She learned how to fight with daggers, and how to handle a gun. Benji taught her how to get bullets out of people, amputate limbs, and sew up wounds. She was thirteen when Benji's drinking got out of hand, and she spent more nights cleaning up his vomit then anything else. He got fired multiple times, and no one would higher him since he became a drunken liability...nobody but pirates anyway.

Yara was able to find Benji a position on a rickety old ship. Little did she know the crew was not made up of the most loyal and friendly people. Two weeks into the journey, there was a mutiny and the captain was killed. Dwaine the cook took over as acting captain, and anyone who went against him ended up dead or locked in the brig. Benji unfortunately couldn't keep his drunk mouth shut, and Dwaine shot him in the head. Thus Yara ended up in the brig, and was told she that she was to be sold off somewhere. Weeks later, they finally docked, and Dwaine sent his goons to sell Yara on the black market in the city. It was at this point in time that she started building walls between people, and not giving her trust out willy-nilly.

As she was being dragged to the market in the middle of the night, by some miracle she was able to slid the mans gun out of his holster as shoot him in the arm. She shot a bullet at the other goon, and missed the first shot, but the second got him in the knee. She ran, as fast and far as she could. A few days later she sold the gun, and used the money to by passage to the City of Shoel. The voyage was safe and uneventful.

She was able to obtain a job working as a courier for a small pharmacy. Most of her meager pay was spent on renting a room, and keeping herself fed. Life seemed to move at a slow pace for awhile, she was alone more often then not. She slowly made friends with an old retire navy surgeon named Boris, and his wife Cleo. She brought them their medications every Pashiphsday, and would end up playing chess for hours, and staying for dinner. Two years later Cleo passed away, and Boris was left on his own, in a big old house. He had explained that Yara was like a daughter to him and Cleo, and that is how she came to stay with him.

He taught her everything she knows about surgery, and medicine over the next three years, until he passed away at the age of 89. He left everything he had to her. She sold the house, and most of the furniture. Other thing were donated to the local orphanage. She would never forget Boris and Cleo who had been some of the most genuine caring people she'd ever met. During her short time with them she had almost forgotten about her list of people she wanted to off.

She wanted to live a simple life, just as Boris had wished for her. So now that she was eighteen, and she had enough money, she decided to enroll in the medical university to become a surgeon in honor of Boris. It only lasted a year, as one night walking home she witnessed a woman being beaten in an alley. In a surge of something unnatural within her, she electrocuted the assailant to death, and unfortunately the girl too. She never thought she would be a murderer, and she was rather freaked out by what she did.

Shortly after Fletcher, the big brother figure from before her life went to shit appeared. Telling her about his ship, the shards, and his crew. It has been three years since she joined him as a medic on his ship.

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Fletcher Gulliver Payne - Friend. Closest thing she has to family.
Petros Avakian -
Aloysius Poole -
Carlos Cunningham - Friend
Fergus Gallagher -
Maria Siddiqui - Friend
Silver Kingsly -
Gitanjani Mariposa -
Alcides Demophon - Amiable

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Name: Magnolia Eloise Delamere "Maggie"

Age: 19

Bio: Maggie grew up in a three bedroom farm house on the outskirts of a small town called Keshbridge, in Connecticut. She grew up rather sheltered, but overall in a happy caring environment. As a child she spent most of her free time reading, writing, painting and playing chess with her dad. The rest of her time was usually spent helping her mother with chores, and being homeschooled alongside her sisters, Tallulah, and Shiloh. She and her sisters loved to play fairies in the garden, and mermaids in the river near their house. Much time was spent together as, they had no one else to play with for miles. Weekends where spent at their grandmother B&B in town, riding horses, learning to play the piano, and knit from their grandmother. They also would ride bikes with the neighborhood children to the park, and play until the sunset.

Her father, Harvey, was an art history professor at the college four hours away, so he was not home very often. When he was home he was usually found in his study, lost in his little world of pirates, and sailing ships. Much of his time was spent building intricately detailed model ships, and collecting 16th century artifacts, like coins, swords, and jewelry. He was eccentric, and quite passionate about specific things. Other then his love of art history, pirates, and sailing, he was a amateur astronomer and knew the names and story of every constellation and planet. He was also in his youth a chess champion, and sometimes would play the guitar for his girls. You could always tell when he was home, because he would have one of his old records playing music through the house. The Beatles were always a family favorite.

Maggie's mother, Tessa, was a hippy through and through. She believed in astrology, karma, and the benefits of hot yoga. When she was not homeschooling her daughters, Tessa liked to garden. Before Maggie was born, she had renovated the old barn into a flower shop. Her mother also loved to sew, and wanted everything to be homemade, and as natural and organic as it could be. By the time Maggie was five their whole nine acre property had basically been converted into her mother's dream homestead, complete with composting bins, over a dozen hens, three goats, and an small orchard. Her mother was also a bit of a health nut, and loved the holistic natural approach to medicine. Needless to say her idea of cold medicine, was hot tea, with honey, and ginger. Homeopathic remedies, and essential oils were her goto anytime someone in the family was sick or injured.

Maggie was the perfect mix of her parents. With her mothers red curls, and her fathers light blue eyes. In her own opinion her life was practically perfect in every way. Unfortunately good things always come to an end, and her mother died of meningitis when Maggie was Thirteen. The farm was sold a few months later, and the family moved into an apartment in the city, so her dad could be closer to work. She and her sisters started online school shortly after. Spending most of there time in the college library while their father worked. With her grandmother prodding, Harvey sent Maggie to boarding school in upstate New York for high school. And thus Magnolia entered a new world of high school drama, pop culture, processed food, college prep courses, and living far from home.

Ninth grade was hell, as adjusting the real world, in an all girl boarding school over 400 miles away from any family was not something a sheltered girl like Maggie was made for. She excelled in the actual schooling part, taking mainly AP classes, and self study. But socially she had no idea what she was doing, or even where to start. The school was made up of mainly snobbish brats, spoiled rich girls, and genius IQ scholarship student from overseas. Thankfully she had made two friends by tenth grade. Martha was a fellow AP nerd, and Josie was an outspoken vegan, animal right activist wanna be. The trio got along perfectly, and they were able to bring small town Maggie out of her shell.

She graduated salutatorian, and was off to Brown the next fall, after spending the summer in the UK with her older sister Tallulah, who worked as a archivist at the Fitzwilliam Museum. College was interesting, and she rather enjoyed her classes. She lived in the basement of her sister Shiloh house, so she could save money by not staying in the dorms. Magnolia and her fellow classmate Julia where on their way to class when they saw the bright, yellow flyer tacked to the students center announcement board. She and Julia had decided to go, since the payout was to much to pass up. Unfortunately Julia ended up backing out at the last minute due to a cold, and Maggie was on her own, going to the address on the flyer.

Personality: Maggie isn’t concerned with what others think about her, so long as she follows her heart. The endless possibilities of the future excite her. She also sees through the facade of others; she understands them in ways they can’t expect. Her quiet observances, over time, lead her to grand conclusions, and strong opinions. Once she decides what she wants, Magnolia pursues it. She isn’t afraid to take action. Her emotions run deep, though she doesn’t usually like to talk about them. She shows them through actions, loyalties, and decisions. Maggie lives in a world of day dreams, random ideas, and fairy tales. She stays grounded by keeping busy whether it be with school work, art, or reading. Maggie doesn’t let morality stop her, if killing someone saves the people she cares about, she does it. She waffles between idealism and realism. Loyal to a fault some might say.

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-Sewing.
-Knitting.
-Crocheting.
-Gardening.
-Horseback Riding.
-Knows a lot about art history, and astronomy from her father.
-Knows a lot about homesteading, and the flower language from her mother.
-Chess.
-Piano.
-Fluent in French & Latin.
-Painting.
-She is a bit of a European history buff, do to most of her favorite book and tv shows being based in those time periods. She also knows quite a bit about greek mythology.
-Can resit quite a bit of Shakespeare by heart.
-She is very good at memorizing things, and studying.

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Name: Magdalene Krishkov

Appearance: She has light caramel brown eyes. Her hair is dark chocolaty brown and is naturally wavy. She is on the petite side. Like all pure vampires, she is beautiful and fit with poreless pale skin. Maggie is about 5"3' in height.

Age: 438

Line of Succession: Third

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality: As a child, and during the first century of her life, she was the epitome of warmth and sweet sunshine. She was the gentle and captivating one in the family. The girl who could brighten up a room with her smile, and make everyone around her feel light. But of course the decades passed, people changed, the times changed, and life brought its many hardships, sorrows, and challenges. Now almost 440 years old, she is a different person. Magdalene is stubborn, blunt, and artful. She tends to be old-fashioned like many other vampires, but she still knows how to embrace the new times. She has always been the motherly type, especially with 10 younger siblings. Maggie is extremely loyal to her family, and in most cases puts them before herself. She likes to portray herself as very charming, provocative, and a tad apathetic, but that is not the true her. She is ruthless when it come to protecting people she loves. It is best not to wrong her, she is a master at vengeance, and is very patient, and calculating. The final blow is always brutal. In all truth she is a brilliant sweet and extraordinary soul, that has hardened do to the conditions of the people and world around her.

Bio: Having lived for 438 years there really is to much to tell. She is the third in line for the throne. As a child she always wondered why the left wing tower of the castle was off limits, and who the figure in the tower window was. When she was about twelve years old her curiosity got the best of her and she went to check it out. She was caught by Niklaus moments before she found out the family secret. Being caught the first time didn't stop her from trying a second, third, or fourth time. At some point she got it into her head that it was a lonely ghost, and she started leaving origami critters, dried flowers, and friendly notes next to the locked tower doors. Anytime she spotted the figure in the tower window she would smile and wave. But alas she would never know the truth. Her interest about the tower waned as more of her younger sibling came into the world, and she grew older. She still to this day always acknowledges the silhouette in the tower window.

She was 220 when she met a lower noble vampire named Alastair, who swept her off her feet, and she was sure they were meant to be. Unfortunately a short five years later he was murdered by persons unknown, and that was when Maggie swore to find the culprit and make them suffer. She also decided to wait for Niklaus to find his mate before she started looking for her own, but lately her thoughts on the matter have changed. The search for the murderer of her dear Alastair has gone no where these past centuries, and though it may seem she has moved on, the thirst for revenge is still wedged deep in her heart.

Between the ages 340 and 400 she lived on her own. Traveling the world, and staying with distant relations around the globe. Maggie spent most of the 1920s in New York City, playing as a human socialite. But as every decade passes the more she comes to dislikes humans. When she was young she always thought and treated humans as her equal, but now she holds little regard for them other then being a meal. It's hard to have feelings for such a destructive race, that live for a very short time.

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- Needlework
- Swimming
- Photography
- Flowers
- Reading
- Playing the Harp, Violin, and Piano
- Astronomy
- Art Nouveau
- Painting
- Animals

Dislikes:
- Snakes
- Gambling
- Stupidity
- Obnoxious Behavior
- Most Humans
- Sitting for Portraits
- Coffee
- Hot Weather

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Name: Eira Whittaker

Age: 17

Parent: Boreas

Abilities: She can control, and create ice, snow, and the cold wind.

Personality: Eira is very headstrong and determined young lady. She has a outgoing and altruistic nature. Her main goal in life is to be happy and have fun. She is intelligent, but at times can be a bit spacey. Eira is a considerate person, and if something happens that would aggravate an average person, she commonly just smiles and moves on. Though when it comes to betrayal, disloyalty, and abuse she is completely unforgiving, and can be vengeful.

Short Bio: Eira was born in the middle of summer, in the small town of Keshbridge Connecticut. Her mother's name was Gloria. As a divorced mother of three, Gloria was surprised to find herself pregnant. Mainly because ever since her nasty divorce three years prior, she hadn't slept with anyone. Turns out the extraordinarily vivid dream of being whisked up by a freezing wind, and greeted by strange man had been real. Though Gloria would never admit it, as thoughts of being sent to the loony bin, and having her kids taken away, made her keep her strange encounter to herself.

So Eira's early life was spent growing up in a completely average family, in a small boring town. She was a rambunctious little toddler with a mop of red curls. Other then the whole fatherless thing, Eira was your normal middle class american kid, growing up in a single parent household. Her abilities only manifested after she was about five years old. Her half siblings Adam, Brittany, and Willard were all practically a decade older then her, and spent every other week at their biological father's house, so the closeness that most siblings had was lost to her. She and her mother where never extremely close either. Even though Eira loved her mom, she did resent for a time. Since Gloria was never home, and always working, her older brother Willard was usually the one stuck babysitting her. For most of Eira's life the story was that she was the product of a one night stand between her mother and a man. All the info she could ever gather from her mother was that his name was Boris, and he had the exact same curls, and hazel eyes she did.

She learned from a very early age that no one else could do what she could, and that being able to freeze water, and make it snow indoors was abnormal. Eira quickly learned to ignore and pretend she couldn't control the cold, and ice at will. By the time she was eight, all of her siblings where in college or getting married. Her mother finally remarried, to a nice man named Daniel Harris, and they moved to Seattle as a family. Weekends where spent at her grandmother farm, riding horses, learning to play the piano, and spending hours reading by the pond in the garden. She made friends, got good grade, and started taking figure skating lessons. In her own opinion, her life had become practically perfect in every way.

Unfortunately good things always come to an end, and her mother was diagnosed with leukemia when Eira was twelve. So Eira, and her step dad were Gloria's caretaker for the next two years until she died. Since her step dad had never officially adopted her, the state placed her in short term foster care until they could find a legal family member to take her in. Two weeks later she went to live with her older brother Adam in Boston. 28 year old Adam, his wife, and newborn son, was a very different life then the one she had been leading. Six months in, the fourteen year old Eira runaway to the bus station, and used all of her birthday money she had been saving for the last three years to buy a ticket to Seattle. She made it as far as Cincinnati before the police brought her back to her brother's home in Boston. With her Aunt's prodding, Adam sent Eira to boarding school in upstate New York. And thus Eira entered a new world of school drama, pop culture, gossip, college prep courses, and living without any family.

High school was hell, as adjusting to an all girl boarding school full of rules, bullying, and schedules was not Eira's cup of tea. She excelled in the actual schooling part, not that her grades ever reflected her intelligence. Socially she had no idea what she was doing, or even where to start. The school was made up of mainly snobbish brats, spoiled rich girls, and genius IQ scholarship student from overseas. Her powers that she had been suppressing where getting more out of hand. For the next two years she spent the summers with her grandmother in Washington, but the old lady had developed dementia, and her Aunt put her in home. Depression, got the best of Eira, and her already bad grades turned to Fs. She started isolating herself more and more after a incident when her powers. She just turned was seventeen when the Greek goddess Khione aka her half sister via her father, came out of nowhere and told her the whole truth, gave her a hug, and sent her to the academy.

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Full Name: Samantha Charity Kerner
Real Name: Myrrine
Nicknames/Alias/AKA: Mary, Mura, or Mare for nicknames. Juliet Elizabeth Knoll is an alias.

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Age: 22

Gender: Female

Hair Color: Ice Blonde

Eye Color: Gray...

Height/Build: 5'4 - 130 lbs.

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Personality: Myrrine enjoys research, and values personal freedom. Before the sacrifice she was a different person. The endless possibilities of the future excited her. She had been the epitome of warmth and sweet sunshine. She was the gentle and captivating one in her family. The girl who could brighten up a room with her smile, and always took care of those around her. The harshness of real life had hit hard many times in her young life. The death of her mother, the life of poverty, and betrayal by her own father that led to life as a slave, would have made just about anyone a cynic. But not Myrrine, who tried to enjoy the simple things and see the good. Over all Myrrine was a hard working and caring young woman. And then her life was cut short. From then on every time she reincarnated, life just kept throwing punches. So as the centuries passed, she began to grow and change as a person. Because of course people change, the times changed, and she became a little less naive and hopeful as time poured on.

Myrrine tends to be old-fashioned the way she carries herself and speaks, but she still knows how to embrace the new times. She has always been the motherly type, and even after all the trauma, that protective tenderness is still a core personality trait. She has become ridiculously loyal to the few she truly considers family, such as the other five. Morals and ethics tend to fly out the window when it comes to protecting herself and those she cares for. Myrrine is ruthless and unapologetic towards those who she hates. It is best not to wrong her, she is a master at vengeance, and is very patient. She also keeps an emotional distance from people outside her circle of friends. The process of fostering meaningful relationships is grueling when you've watch so many loved ones die, and know that you'll go on forever.

Substance abuse is something she has struggle with through a majority of her lives. It's become a coping mechanism, and way to forget. She hates small talk, common forms of etiquette, and is brutally honest to her small group of friends. But she knows how and when to behave to fit social norms and local customs. Her fake happy average person mask is something she perfected long ago. Basically being cold or fake on the outside, while handling the tornado of emotions inside with efficiency until somebody pokes in the foundations of it. is how she handles life. Deep down in her core she is a caring, and extraordinary soul, but she has hardened do to the conditions of the people and world around her.

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Bio: Myrrine originally grew up in a tiny village on the Greek island of Syros. The village was so small and insignificant that there is nothing about it in the history books, not one mention. She was the eldest child of five. Her father was a stone worker by trade. Unfortunately do to an accident when Myrrine was seven, her father lost his right arm, and thus his profession. The whole family worked to make ends meet. Begging in the street was not above them.

When she was about ten, her youngest brother Tityrus, and her mother died from a pox. She had been extremely close to her mother so the death was a hard blow. Life moved on, and she took on the parental responsibilities of her younger siblings, as her father had survived the pox but became too ill to do much of anything. Feeding a family of five was impossible without an income. Her brother Aegon was able to find work as a servant, and so he sent most of his salary home to his family. This small amount of money, she was able to stretch for months at a time.

Later Myrrine was able to give her sisters an opportunity to be chosen as novice priestess for the newly erected temple in Keratea. Her sisters practically had to audition for a spot, but thankfully at one of her sister was chosen. Little Pelopia left with a dozen other young girls to dedicate her life as a priestess, and Myrrine knew that at least one of her siblings was safe and fed for life.

She was thirteen when her father secretly decided to sell Myrrine and her sister Nysa off as slaves. It was a terrifying moment, as she and her sister were put in a wagon, and then tossed on a ship to gods no where. It would take centuries for Myrrine to forgive her father. She watched as her younger sister Nysa was sold off to a disgusting man as a plaything for his son. And then she was thrown on the boat again. Anyway Myrrine ended up on the island of Melos as a slave for the wealthiest family in Phylakopi. Her owners were a mysterious woman and her husband. At first she worked hard for the family, feeling like she owed them something for keeping her clothed and well fed. But four years of slavery takes its toll. She was one among two dozen slaves in the household, and totally overlooked.

She was seventeen when her mistress asked for her one day. It was an odd request, and something the woman had never done before. She treated Myrrine to wine, desserts, and other fineries like an elegant blue dress, and a pearl necklace. Sadly the next thing she knew, Myrrine woke up with her arms bound, and a sack over her head. It was dark, and smelled like fire around her. She felt groggy and had obviously been drugged. Once the sack was pulled off her head, she was made to kneel, and face a huge fire. The five other youths that were tied up around the fire all looked as confused and scared as she was. The woman holding her down and preventing her from moving was none other than her mistress. What went on from there was the stuff of nightmares, and she watched as the flames turn blue, and a woman slice the throats of five others before she stood in front of Myrrine with a smile on her face, and robes covered in blood splatter.

...Many lives later...

Myrrine was born this time as Samantha in Boston to a stripper named Crystal Byrne. Her father was Daniel Kerner, who was an abusive drunk that made money dealing drugs. He was also Crystal's newly ex-boyfriend who denied he was Sam’s father, until a paternity test came back and he was court ordered to pay child support, much to his displeasure. Sam also had an older half-brother named Marcus, who was five years old at the time she was born.

She was one year old when Daniel got busted selling drugs and was hauled off to prison with a five year sentence. This was where he would simultaneously find Jesus, and become a white supremacy supporter. Crystal turned to prostitution to pay the ever growing pile of bills, as she change boyfriends every few months... Some were good, most were bad. The worst of them was Hank, who had major anger management problems, and broke Marcus’s arm. CPS was called by hospital staff, and baby Sam and little Marcus were put in temporary foster care for two months. Crystal cleaned up the apartment, and reluctantly tossed Hank out. She took the mandatory parenting class, and the state gave her children back. Big mistake. About six months later their case worker ceased the monthly house check-ins and Crystal was back to her old ways.

When Sam was about four years old Crystal became addicted to drugs, and her primary goal in life was how to get her next fix. She would sometimes disappear for days at a time leaving Marcus and Sam alone to fend for themselves in their roach infested apartment. Marcus went to school dirty, and hungry. The free school lunch was the only place he could get a hot meal, and every day he would stuff his pockets with food from his tray to bring home for Sam to eat. Unfortunately the school turned a blind eye to the blatant neglect. A few weeks before Samantha's fifth birthday, Crystal had left one summer night and never came back. Marcus and Sam lived off saltine crackers, beer, stale fruit loops, and tap water... It went on like this for the next two weeks.

Thankfully the landlord came knocking since the rent was late, and found two dirty malnourished kids living in squalor. The authorities were called and Marcus and Sam were put into a foster care yet again. After a few weeks of investigation, they matched the body of a Jane Doe to Crystal. She had died of a heroin overdose in an alley only three blocks away from the apartment. Marcus's paternal grandparents got custody of him. Sam on the other hand was left in foster care, as her only living relative was her father who was still in prison.

Marcus’s grandparents had offered to legally adopt Sam, but Daniel refused to sign away his parental rights, and so Sam went through three fosters homes till he was finally release for time served. As soon as he obtained a job and an apartment the state placed Sam with him. All the while she was slowly regaining her memories of who she truly was. Daniel stayed away from the drugs, his old associates, and life. But the new philosophies and ideals he picked up in prison took him down and even darker path. Sam social worker only saw what she wanted to see, just a dad who was trying hard, and who took his daughter to church every Sunday. Somehow that was good enough for the social worker woman and Sam’s case was closed.

Sam was seven when her father married fellow neo-Nazi Jillian and they all moved to Atlanta Georgia together. The couple tried their best to instill the horrid crap into young Samantha. They took her to rallies, protest, klan meetings, and made sure anything she watched, read, or played with was as white as could be. Thankfully she knew better, and had been practically every race and religion in her many previous lives. She legitimately hated her father, and Jillian was a monster. Her father and step mother had three kids by the time Samantha was ten years old. She remembered everything and the first thing she did was pack her bags and head to the nearest guardian hideout she could remember.

With 100 dollar stolen out of Jillian purse Myrrine as she liked to be called now, got a one way ticket to Williamsburg Virginia and walked all the way to the Bruton Parish Church where she found the Matthew Whaley grave, and spent the night digging under newer gravestone trying to locate the lever that would open the damn tomb. The tomb that actually was just opened to reveal a hole that lead down to a very old guardian base. Early in the morning police found little ten year old Myrrine covered in dirt asleep in one of the many holes she dug. She was taken into custody, and asked where she lived and who her parents were. She refused to say anything, and was rather annoyed with the whole process of being a minor in this era.

They put her face on the news in Virginia, with an explanation on where she was found, and two days later Claudia Knoll came to her rescue. With an excellently forge birth certificate, SS card, and claims that Myrrine, or as the papers stated Juliet Elizabeth Knoll was her daughter. Myrrine went along with it of course, and the police released Juliet into Ms. Knolls care. Claudia was a fifth generation guardian, and thankfully had been watching the news when she heard about a kid digging around Bruton Parish Church, which was basically her assigned post, she came with the forage papers just in case, and was pleasantly surprised to meet a real member of the six for the first time.

Time passed, and for appearances sake Myrrine was enrolled in school, and called Claudia mom in public. But in truth most of their spare time was spent looking for the others. They became good friends in the process. Interestingly this was Myrrine’s first life using the internet, and that made things a lot easier. They followed up on all leads big and small, driving cross country, and flying oversea on the weekends. They updated the records and maps stating where all the active guardians were, and if the bases were still around and uncompromised. She reminisced a lot at the different secret bases that were full of journals and items from everyone’s pasts. She did her best to stay off the witches and vampires radar, but somewhere along the way the Callaway family started to stir up trouble. Going on the run was never Myrrine’s style, and thankfully the Virginia base was not identified by the two witches that came searching for Myrrine and Claudia while they were in Australia.

Unfortunately dodging the witches in Australia resulted in having to blow up the base in Adelaide, but they were able to relocate all the artifacts to the base out in the middle of the outback. They went back to Virginia, and Myrrine graduated high school early at the age of fifteen. She started college at Virginia State University, and moved into the dorms. One thing she liked to do in every new life was to learn something new. This time around that new thing was computer code. She and Claudia had spent five years looking for the others, and planting "contact Myrrine at Whaley’s Place messages" (aka the Williamsburg Virginia base). They had left the messages at the four dozen or so bases around the world they had visited. The six were her true family, and she missed them dearly.

As soon as she turned eighteen she located her biological father and his family still living in the same rickety house in Georgia. She asked for her birth certificate, and basically told him she never wanted to see him again. Her half siblings were freaked out when she showed up. Jillian and her father had literally been telling them horror stories for years about how Sam was kidnapped and murdered by black people becuase she was a pretty white girl. Unfortunately raising your children to be hateful racists was not illegal, and so she left and never looked back. On the other hand she contacted her older half brother Marcus who was doing well as a member of the navy.

She was nineteen when she graduated from Virginia State University, and left for New York to start working on getting her masters degree at Colombia. She connected with the guardians there, and was upset to find that Robert Benson was dead. Robert Benson has been the guardian there since the 1920s with his family. He had been someone she had known and cared for during her past two lives. Apparently he had died the year before at the age of 98. His grandsons had taken up his duties. Anyway before she left Virginia Myrrine left instructions with Claudia, so if anyone was trying to find her they would know where to look. She is 22 now and living in Manhattan.

(Parts of the bio are subject to change, as to fit the other people’s bios. Any idea you have about previous meetings, run ins, or contact between Myrrine and your character in this present life before the IC I’m open to hearing. PM me!)

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Name: Jasmine Quinn

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Country of Origin: Atrela

Weapons: She has a small dagger she hides up her sleeve. She also has her Tome.

Abilities: Her ability and main area of study pertain to illusion. She can enter and control other peoples dreams when they are asleep. There is no sense of time inside the dream world, so leaving others dreams only happens when the person wakes up, or she can hop into someone else's dream, or if somebody shakes Jaz back to reality. Inside the dreams she can control and create everything she can imagine. Outside the dreamworld and back in the reality she can only create illusions. These illusions are similar to holograms, as they are harmless and intangible, but look solid and real. She knows most basic spells, like lighting a fire, or locating lost things via scrying. She has also learned how to change pebbles into coins, but the spell only lasts ten minute. Most of what she was taught had to due with controlling her ability, and making potions.

Appearance: She has pin straight shoulder length hair, and yes the silvery color is natural. Depending on how the light hits her shiny hair it can appear more pink, gray, blue, or purple. Her eyes are the same strange gray lilac as her hair. She is on the shorter side standing at 5'2. She is petite and thin, with a tiny waist and lithe legs. She only weights about 100 pounds, and wishes she looked more like the statuesque dancers of Opalium.

Personality: Most of the time Jasmine can come off as cheeky, or even rude. Do to her history, she has learned to put up a wall between people and her true self. She puts on a confident, and brazen attitude as a way of making sure no one can hurt her. She has also become a tad more cynical then your average girl, do to the many betrayals, and hardships in her past. Her walls come down when inebriated, but otherwise she tries to remain as sarcastic, and relaxed as possible.

She is capable of being utterly ruthless against those who mess with her. She is truthfully the most loyal person you'll ever meet...as long as she considers you a friend. Jaz is someone who is suspicious of others, and unforgiving towards those who wrong her. By unforgiving I also mean vengeful, so basically you don't want to mess with her. Then again it is actually hard to get on her bad side.

She takes peoples bullshit in stride, and basically ignores idiots. Count yourself lucky if Jaz chooses to be her genuine self around you. Jasmine is a very stubborn, and intelligent woman. She is secretly a bleeding heart, and takes the suffering of innocents personally. Over the years of hiding a persecution as a mage, she has become more sly, blunt, and uncompromising.



Other: She is not religious, but she believes more in the False Gods then the creator if anything.

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Natawa Nimiane

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Nia Rivers

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Southeastern Waters of Penault

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Siren

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Constitution

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A leather coin pouch containing: Dried Kelp, Shells, Pearls, Coral Beads, and gold from a sunken ship.

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Natawa is free-spirited and wants to experience all that life has to offer. She has always been a clever, intelligent and adventurous girl. She can be very blunt, and has a direct way of approaching things, mainly because she doesn't know the social constructs on land. She understands there is more to life than what you see and touch. She is secretive about her world, but that comes with being a Siren. She finds beauty in ordinary things. Do to her naivety about the world, she can come across and innocent and dumb, though she is anything but. She tends to give her trust freely, but once its broken she never fully forgives. Braking a promise to her is the worst possible thing, as its seen as a sin in Sirens terms.

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Quick learner
Can breath underwater
Observant
Adept in constitution magic
Good eyesight

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Clumsy on land
Ignorant about the cultures, and customs on land
Ice
Can not read or write
No fighting skills whatsoever

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The extinction of her people
Dark Elves
Death
Pain

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Nimiane was born deep in the ocean off the southeastern coast of Penault. She and her family along with hundreds of other sirens became displaced as the toxic waters of Oceana Abyssal expanded into their region of the ocean. She grew up in a cove in and around the caves surrounding Oceana Abyssal. Unfortunately she was seven years old when a group of dark elf slavers raided the hidden cove. Natawa along with a dozen other sirens were taken. She was kept in a dungeon with the others for months. Things such as their blood, scales, tears, and hair were harvested bit by bit as dark elf mages tested the magical properties of Sirens. Rescue thankfully came, and she escaped with the surviving few.

She was taken in by a siren woman named Oona. Finding her parents became a impossibility, as the Oceana Abyssal toxic waters seeped into the migration paths between the oceans. If her parents were still alive they would have to cross deadly ocean, or land to find her. She and Oona lived deep down in the underwater cavern city the Sirens call Kembre. Over time it became a refuge for the influx of displaced and wary sirens running from the dark magic. Natawa and her friends spent their spare time in a Lagoon in the mountains near Brithomdale. This is were she would meet a Foreas boy, and learn the land language.

All the while the adults and leaders of the sirens debated the best course of action to save their people. The deadly waters were ever expanding. Even their innate shield magics could only do so much. Sirens were dying by the thousands, and many were left without the ability to change back into their true forms, thus land locked with legs in an alien world. Seeking the source of the poisonous water was and option, but others thought migrating to the Alexandrian ocean would be best.

The strongest sirens have been tasked with blending in with the landfolk, and learning their ways, and if possible finding the safest path to the Alexandrian ocean, or finding and eliminating the source of the toxic water. She volunteered to help, and has now been on dry land in human form for a day. After stealing something to wear off a clothes line she is semi dressed and observing her surroundings.

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Olenna is extremely afraid of being stuck in small confined spaces. She has been claustrophobic ever since she was four years old, when during a game of hide and seek she accidentally got locked in a chest, and no one found her for hours. She doesn't know why she gets so scared, but as soon as shes in a small tight place she panics and can't breathe.