Name: Queen Morgan LaFeye of Claus

Age: 842

Race(s): Pure Human

Powers: Lightning Bolt, Torper (continuously shocks a target to cause pain and muscle spasms while doing
little damage), Charge (charges her skin with lightning. Anyone that touches her or strikes her with a metal weapon will be shocked. Can channel all or part of it into her other powers or objects she touches.)

Racial Trait(s): Adaptation: The centuries of exposure to a wide range of magic combined with her sorcery allows her to create a dissipation barrier, which dissipates all but the most powerful effects into the environment. Rare abilities get through more at weaker levels, as she doesn't have much experience redirecting their energy.

Genetic Trait(s): None

Witchcraft ingredients: She has a fully stocked room for performing rituals of infusion, which infuse powers, abilities, and magical effects into objects, but rarely uses it any more, as she has large stockpiles of almost everything she wants.

Sorcery abilities: Trained in Druidic sorcery, she can call upon the forces of nature, including ice (her favorite), Fire, wind, water, light, darkness, life, and the sun. She is a master Sorceress, and can cast moderately powerful spells in seconds with little effort or exhaustion.

Ki abilities: She learned only to improve her ability to strike, should she need it. Her husband insisted.

Personality: To be frank, she is self absorbed and believes she is always right. She loves games of strategy, and will craft intricate plans to manipulate her enemies.

Biography: Born in Briton in the late 12th century, she was accepted by the human druids as an apprentice at a young age, where she ran into an older boy named Merlin. At the age of thirteen she fell in love with him but he, a seventeen year old, ignored her, favoring the young women of the nearby villages.

A year later she met a Cambian that promised to make him obsessed with her in exchange for her getting vengeance on the Cambian's former master for enslaving her. While she was off keeping her end of the bargain, the Succubus seduced Merlin using her form. Returning to her tent one night, she caught them in her bed. In anger she used her Torper to torture the Cambian to death.

Enraged that one of their apprentices had murdered a person in anger, the druids banished her from their order. She wondered around for over a decade, killing non-human criminals and infusing their abilities into magical items, until one day she met a man in the Black Forest who could be struck down in battle but not killed by mortal wounds. Though at first he mistook her for a demon, which he had sworn to wipe out, upon learning that she was Pure Human, they teamed up. They began bounty hunting non-humans, with her using their essences to create useful items, and eventually got married.

When the humans began allying with the non-humans and they were labeled criminals, they decided to head as far north as they could. They used a necklace imbued with the the teleportation power of a Seraph and brought slaves with them. At first they had to live under ground, but in time they built a glass dome on the surface, infused with the essence of many dead Null, and brought dirt to build a proper city with farms. They took humans with them as well, those that couldn't stand to ally themselves with non-humans, and built a massive city of over two million humans.

Equipment: Golden Wyvern Armlet: Infused with the essence of an Elf she killed before moving north, as long as she wears it she does not age.
Staff of Sorcery: Made from magical components gathered from around Europe, it allows her to channel magical energies more easily, using its stored energy to control the energy it channels.
Amulet of Teleportation: An amulet infused with the essence of a fallen Seraph, it allows her to teleport, and was used to take her and her husband north until she created other such amulets for her husband and trusted servants.

Name: King Nicolas of Claus

Age: 879

Race(s): Pure Human

Powers: Regeneration: His body repairs itself far faster than the average person. This allows him to heal even after "death", healing from a mortal stab wound enough to revive within an hour. It also allows him to regrow body parts. A finger would take a week, an arm or leg two months. This boosts his immune system to extreme levels and all but stops him from aging.

Racial Trait(s): none

Genetic Trait(s): none

Witchcraft ingredients: He can use his wife's collection any time he wishes, but rarely dabbles in witchcraft. If he needs a potion for some reason, he has a court wizard to make it for him.

Sorcery abilities: His wife has taught him how to conjure fire and ice, but he has little use for it.

Ki abilities: Self-taught, he is able to amplify his strength ten times over, dodge bullets, run at over one hundred miles per hour, and strike fear into his enemies with a mighty Kiai which shakes the room where it is used.

Personality: He will not be beaten, no matter how far he has to go. He has little patience for fools or useless people. His favorite form of recreation is hunting or carousing with his friends.

Biography: Born in a small village in Scandinavia, he lived a simple life fishing and hunting with his father and brothers. One day when he was sixteen, however, a group of trolls and Orcs entered his village to pillage it. They slaughtered all who stood against them and enslaved the others. As one of the defenders he was slain with a stone-tipped spear through his liver, but a several hours after they left he awoke unburied, like his Father, Brothers, and the other defenders. Around him were smoldering remains of buildings and where he had been stabbed was a freshly closed wound. Believing that one of the gods had saved him so that he could have his vengeance, he gathered what few supplies he could find and left.
He convinced some bounty hunters in town to help him kill the group that wiped out his village and, after the last of the trolls lay dead and what was left of his village was freed, he joined them, hunting any non-human he could find with a bounty on them and killing them if it would still fulfill the contract. Eventually he was able to strike out on his own and twenty years after the destruction of his village he met a sorceress who would help him in his quest to rid the world of unholy beasts like trolls, orcs, and cambians. They eventually fell in love and, when the time came that they could no longer freely hunt his enemy, they left for the furthest reaches of the North, bringing slaves and like minded people with them. There he created the kingdom of Claus, where he would continue to resist the perversion of other humans that was "equality between the races".

Equipment: Null Shield: A shield imbued with the essence of a Null, rendering it impervious to all but the most powerful spells.
Dragon Scale Armor: From a great sea dragon he slew while with the bounty hunting group. Now, instead of terrorizing ships, its hide protected him from his enemy's weapons while being flexible enough to not hinder his movements.
An unbreakable sword: Created by his court wizard using unknown enchantments, this sword never dulls from its razor edge, and cannot be broken even if run over by a train or stepped on by an elephant. Best yet, even his immense Ki enhanced strength cannot damage it in battle.

Name: Harris Drogan (Raven)
Age: 29
Race(s): Pure Human
Powers: Shadow magic: Can hide within a cloud of darkness, or throw it at an enemy's eyes to blind them. He can also use the darkness to cancel the "light" of a person's body by putting it in their blood, stomach, or lungs, weakening their magic until it wears off.
Racial Trait(s): none
Genetic Trait(s): none
Witchcraft ingredients: He carries a supply pack suitable for crafting potions of poison, paralysis and healing, but doesn't craft them until he needs them, as they can also be used to cast spells with similar effects.

Sorcery abilities: He has enough skill to channel from trapped spirits, but carries none with him.

Ki abilities: He can enhance his strength and agility, and uses this to parkour into better positions to attack to spy from.

Personality:

Biography:

Equipment:

Name: Sam

Age: 19

Race: Changeling

Appearance: Standing at roughly 6 feet, taller than most average females, Sam looks the part of someone heavily influenced by the punk and grunge scenes of the 1980s and 90s, from black denim pants covered in various belts, chains, and buckles that serve no purpose to simple leather and cloth tank tops varying in color and inked with custom artwork. Taking to walking around barefoot, for whatever reason, she does tend to throw on a pair of leather boots for good measure. Depending on her mood, her head is shaved at times, or grows it out on one side about shoulder length and keeps the other side shaven to reveal a circular tribal tattoo. Various piercings adorn her ears and lip, and her body is mostly covered with black tattoos ranging from mystical glyphs and symbols, to more elaborate mythical creatures.
Powers: Shapeshifting (can alter their body to appear as another person, even a specific person with enough practice. Mass conservation applies.)

Racial Trait: Biokinesis (Can change which genetic traits are passed on to their offspring if they can give themselves the trait)

Genetic Trait(s): Dominant Genes (Their genes are always dominant when breeding with humans, and usually dominant when breeding with other races.)

Witchcraft ingredients: Armed with an old Grimoire in which to pull spells from, Sam carries with her various ingredients that are needed for certain spells and rituals. Her supply is limited and requires a visit to the local Apothecary, or the myriad of witch covens fronting as New Age stores throughout the city.

Personality: She generally has a tough exterior, rarely showing that she cares about much of anything or anyone, but instead delving into her artwork or perfecting her Craft. As a shifter, her world view is rather cynical, especially toward humans and their kind, as she's experienced firsthand just how selfish they can be when they truly want something. She is also a borderline kleptomaniac, stealing items she may not be able to afford or perhaps even out of spite for someone she just doesn’t like.

Biography: Sam isn't sure where she came from, although if you ask her, she'll give a different answer every time. She does know, however, that whoever her original parents were, they didn't stick around long enough to see their offspring grow up, but leaving her with a sense of abandonment and mistrust early on. Her shifting abilities came as maturity settled in, hormones and brain activity causing unexpected -and sometimes random- transformations and there was a certain point in her life that Sam didn't quite know who she was anymore, but was determined to find her place in a world that seemed to thrive on pride and prejudice.

Not being born with any inherent magical abilities wasn’t all that bad considering those who were seemed to be haunted by its very existence coursing through their body. The NYC University she’d eventually landed into taught what was considered a form a Witchcraft, which Sam seemed to gravitate towards, studying extensively through a stubborn Grimoire she’d “borrowed” with the intention of never giving it back considering she needed it in order to accomplish any spells.

Equipment:
Ancient Grimoire that continuously attempts to seek out it’s original owner.

Name: Rariya Lelaine

Age: 17

Race: Pure Human

Power: She's athletic due to her being in the track club, with a very pronounced survival instincts(byproduct of her history), along with the unusual development of adrenaline sustaining her longer and stronger when she's in a flight or fight mode(also a byproduct of her history) but her true ability lies in the Perception of the End's Leylines. It is not an ability inherently magical, nor is it any real divine skill bestowed upon her, but a type of ESPer ability that defies both the magical and sciencific.

Everything has a beginning and an end; once something has 'begun' so to it must someday 'end'. With this she can perceive any tangible thing's 'end' visualized as lines upon it. Tracing the lines upon them brings them to an 'end of its existence' there, essentially cutting the thing along the line traced. This can be done upon anything regardless of how hard it is or what she uses to trace the line, but thinner objects trace the lines better, and things without a true beginning or end may not materialize a line. All lines may converge upon a spot, where she may thrust into it to erase the very concept of the target. It is not an ability tied to her eyes, but more an ability to 'observe' on a different plane entirely, thus even if she goes blind, or has her eyes gouged out, she could still see the lines if she chooses to.

In short, her ability can be used to cut easily along these imaginary lines, or destroy an object/thing or the concept of an object/thing by thrusting into a spot where lines converge upon it. Considering she still needs to get close to trace the lines, and need to trace it quickly and accurately, its not something she was very fond of using when under pressure. Her eyes glow gold once this ability is active.

Racial Trait(s): Adaptation: Repeated exposure to a type of magical energy/element will make them resistant to it. Some of them even learn to duplicate elements or powers that have been used on them, or even those that are just nearby.

Genetic Trait(s): None

Witchcraft ingredients: None

Sorcery abilities: None

Ki abilities: None

Personality: A simple girl, she has no real strong personality, feeling that just breezing along with the waves was fine. She was the kind of girl that will simply follow along on anything in a group, trust people without harboring any preconceived thoughts or doubts, and be unable to really refuse any sort of help required of her. While Rariya wasn't at all fond of violence or fighting(or was at all that brave), she will also never leave behind someone who needs help, and may even try to fight even through her fear and cowardice if the situation needs it. Has no real prejudices against any one race even considering her past, since in both incidents, she was helped by both metahumans and normal humans alike, and was injured by both sides as well. Due to that, in her eyes the individuals matter more than their race.

Biography: One of the pure blooded humans living normally in one of the more tolerant city states, she had the misfortune of meeting some rather radical thinking metahumans, those who resented the pure humans for reasons of their own. Rariya was returning from her school back then, and having known nothing else, had no such hate for metahumans like some of her own kind beyond her city state. Thus, she had no idea what was happening when they took out their anger at her. Fortunately she was saved by some bystanders and local law enforcement, though not without sustaining some nasty injuries, with her leg and arm broken.

A few months later, she met not with radical metahumans, but radical pure blood humans, angry at her for consorting with those impure, thinking she was unclean like the rest. Rariya was less trusting then, and had developed both her instinct and her physical capabilities, but she was still wearing the cast on her leg, and using crutches to move around. Even if her survival instincts was sharper, and her body faster to react, she could not outrun them with her leg still injured, nor can she beat off their superior numbers. This time however, rescue came too late. Due to the severe trauma caused by them using a bat on her head, she stayed in coma for several months.

When Rariya woke up, her vision was swimming with black lines and dots on most everything she sees. Even the brick walls had the lines strewn upon them. Tracing a line upon her glass of water with a finger, she traced it slowly until the line ended, upon which the glass broke cleanly along the lines. Being the soft hearted girl she was, she was naturally afraid of what this meant and kept it hidden from everyone. Considering her family was in a comfortably normal spot people would call 'average', she didn't want any sort of strange attention being brought onto her parents and her siblings due to her being abnormal. Over time, she managed to control it somewhat and make the lines and dots disappear, though she found out she can also make it appear again if she focuses her eyes in a certain way.

A very handy cheat when she want to cut things like vegetables and stubborn ropes quickly.

Equipment: A simple switch knife, meant more as a tool than anything else.

Name: Icarus Ryder
Age: 25
Race(s): Null
Powers: N/A
Racial Trait(s): Magical Immunity
Genetic Trait(s): Mage-bane Hormone
Witchcraft ingredients: None
Sorcery abilities: None
Ki abilities: None
Personality: Icarus is a kind man and loving father, wrapped in the shell of a cold-hearted soldier. He, for the most part, presents himself as a calm and intelligent person with a sarcastic but friendly attitude. While not overly friendly, he is a kind yet stern man; he is willing to help those in need but he has an intense dislike of those with a sense of entitlement or superiority simply because of their race. He also greatly values his family and sympathises with those in similar situations, often putting the needs of his wife and daughter above himself.

He can quickly transition to a serious and focussed demeanor when required, a skill he acquired in the military. He is deadly and cold if he needs to be, showing little remorse but willing to show mercy to a defeated enemy if they surrender. He is also highly tactical in combat, often looking for weaknesses to exploit or steps to take in order to win, with a fairly good grip on long-term strategy as well.

Biography: Icarus was born and raised to a fairly average family in the city-state of New London, part of the United Kingdom of British City-states, or just the UK for short, a collection of city states run by a single Monarch, Queen Victoria II. Growing up, he did well in school and was well-liked by his teachers but once the Latent magical talents of his classmates began to bloom, his nature as a Null meant he was cast aside in the eyes of the magic-focussed educational board. By the time he entered Secondary School, He looked down upon by his Teachers and mocked, even physically bullied by his peers. This lead him to resent his Null heritage and isolate himself, his parents unable to help.

This continued until an elven girl transferred into his class, named Alyssa d'Lac. She possessed abnormally strong Elemental Powers, with both Water and Lightning Elements, but had difficulty controlling it, which lead to people keeping their distance. Seeing he was unaffected by her rampant powers, she gravitated towards Icarus and formed a close friendship as he helped her learn to control her powers, and she helped him accept his nature as a Null human. The two fell in love not long after, and would later come to be married at the age of 20. His daughter Liara was born two years after that and with another child on the way, Icarus agreed to take one last deployment before taking an extended to leave to spend time with his family.

Icarus left schooling at 18 and floated around jobs for a while until joining up with a UK-Based PMC called Aegis a year later, specialising in Military Security and Counter-Mage operations. Over his career, he underwent training in multiple specifications, including Marksmanship, CQC, Combat Engineer and Demolitions. He was awarded the rank of Lieutenant just shy of his 25th birthday, 7 years after enlisting, and was dispatched with his platoon to the City-state of New York by request of the Mayor.

Equipment:

Name: Zrell
Age: 32
Race(s): Imp
Gender: Male
Appearance: very short even for an imp, dogs tower over Zrell with his mighty height of three foot two, clearly making up for his lack of size he is fairly bulky; barrel chested and with arms which would seem impressive on a larger frame. Has a rough black beard and hair which he keeps slicked back, the dark colour of which stands out against his pale skin. Overall he looks like a miniature biker gang member: crusty leather jacket, white shirt complete with egg stains, inch thick boots and the oldest pair of jeans you have ever seen.

Powers: telekinesis
Racial Trait(s): omnidirectional senses
Genetic Trait(s): small size
Sorcery abilities: manifestation of wings, can infuse objects with magical properties, slight boost to racial telekinesis, awareness and much to Zrell’s annoyance shortness. Patron occasionally offers tasks to complete in exchange for boons.

Personality: grumpy and unwelcoming, Zrell has had enough of other people causing him problems or begging him to deal with theirs. People would probably understand if he bothered to tell them about his past instead of doing his best to be unpleasant. To friends though he can be slightly more welcoming and even funny, especially if drink and cards are involved.
Is very self conscious about his height, especially since his patron demon said they would take an inch off his height every time he annoyed them. To the unfortunate soul who decides to take a jab at him for being short a trip to A&E is guaranteed.

Biography: Zrell was born into slavery deep in a mine, as he grew up he was abused and malnourished, this greatly attributed to his less than average height. Luckily the slaves were rescued when he was at an early age, unluckily the slave rehabilitation schemes in New York didn't work at best and at worst chucked the newly freed into ghettos with the worst of criminals… the latter happened to Zrell. In order to survive the ex-slaves turned to sorcery, taking power from powerful demons who offered the power to protect themselves in exchange for deeds in the material realm, this rough upbringing made Zrell bitter and hateful of those who seek to oppress metahumans blaming them for his troubles. In his early adulthood he joined a gang which served his demonic master and carried out attacks on rich pure humans who they saw as the scourge of society. Zrell has since escaped his former life and is now working as a personal bodyguard, he has since tried to make amends for his crimes and tries to support cooperation between races when he can. Despite this he still maintains his sorcerous connections, you never know when it might come in useful to have a demon on your side.

Equipment: self enchanted dagger which acts an extension of his omnidirectional senses, allowing him to 'see' the area it is in, and can be summoned back to him at will; can be moulded into different shapes and even fixed when broken given enough time and energy.