Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Brown Height and Build: 6'2", Lithe and sinewy
Other Appearance: TK is easily recognizable by his stylish hair and prominent tattoos covering his left arm. He wears an ESP-Amplifier on his left wrist, which has the appearance of a metal bracelet or watch, with a flat crystal where the watch face should be; the crystal glows brightly when the amplifier is in use. He also commonly carries around a metallic object similar to a Rubik's cube in the color of different types of metals instead of bright colors. TK often rearranges the cube by taking it apart with his telekinesis and putting it back together. His voice, like his personality is straightforward and confident, yet casual and relaxed. Typically a warm, baritone voice, he exudes the casual confidence of one who is incredibly sure of himself, though not to the point of arrogance.
History/bio: Born in downtown Los Angeles, Tony Kideyoshi is the youngest of two, and the son of the famed Andrew Kideyoshi, prominent demi-god, and high ranking Guardian in the California area. As a child, Tony was bold and unruly. He bickered with others constantly and insisted on having things done his way. He was competitive and at times even aggressive. The son of a Guardian, he was well aware of the occult and supernatural from an early age and even discovered own powers at the age of 8. Armed with the knowledge the occult, as well as his own telekinetic abilities, Tony was confident in his abilities to instigate and pick fights with other children. While frowned upon by his father, it was easy to dismiss Tony's displays of his powers as the exaggerations of children and as a result, Tony pushed and shoved his way to the top of the elementary schoolyard as a kid.
His older sister, while seemingly devoid of any special abilities, remained Tony's primary caretaker for much of his early life, as his parents were often busy with Guardian work, leaving the kids at home to fend for themselves most of the times. Despite his bold demeanor, Tony and his sister Tara got along incredibly well. Tony often regarded his older sister with a sort of reverence, and Tara was able to influence his actions with little more than a word. In that manner, their parents often joked that Tara possessed some sort of abilities of suggestion.
As he got older, he realized he could no longer continue using his powers without drawing attention to himself and his family, and after many-a-lecture by his father, and repeated prodding by his sister, Tony finally began shaping up and taking responsibility for his actions. He ceased using his powers in public, keeping knowledge of his powers to his family, and the closest of his friends. He began doing well in his studies at school, and even began taking personal lessons from several of his father's friends: maagias and witches who showed him how to utilize his powers without common folk noticing. During these highschool years, Tony gained an appreciation, and even admiration of the Guardians, and the work his father did, though often joked and denied interest when asked if he too wanted to become a Guardian when he got older.
When Tony was 18, he got involved in an accident involving a Hunter. A misunderstanding gone extremely wrong, the result was a large fight across downtown Los Angeles, which included the use of both supernatural powers and firearms, as the encounter became violent. Tony was saved from death by a group of Guardians, led by his father, who mortally wounded the hunter. The accident was nothing short of a debacle, and consumed a great amount of resources from the Guardians to cover up the accident from the masses. As a result, the Guardians suggested that Tony move off to somewhere more secluded, naming the supernatural town of Nowhere to be a possible location, especially with Tony's age, and the town's proximity to Gringore Academy.
With no small measure of reluctance, Tony and his sister moved to the tiny town of Erehwon in Vermont, where Tony began attending Gringore Academy, with a focus on classes and training for future Guardians. Tony is currently in his fourth and final year at Gringore academy.
Tony is a part of the Gringore Guardians Auxiliaries, an organization of students who work alongside the Guardians part time as part of their training. This includes participating and aiding in emergency services, providing security for Academy events, and shadowing other Guardians.
Occupation: Chief of Detectives, Erehwon Police Department
Race: Witch - Mortifero
Hair Color: Salt-and-Pepper
Eye Color: Green
Height and Build: 5'10, Burly
History/bio: Born and raised in Nowhere to a long line of Sicilian witches, Terry Archeletta is the current Chief of Detectives of the Erehwon Police Department (an almost empty position as he is one of the only two detectives in the department). Growing up in a Witch family that not practiced one of the more frowned specializations, but who's patriarch openly practiced necromancy in his police work, it was no surprise that the boy would grow up strong. His father was careful to impart all of his wisdom to his son as he grew up, teaching restraint above all else as he brought Terry into his circle of magic. This would prove invaluable in building his sense of moral character as he grew older, and he quickly established himself as the kid to take on any bully in his neighborhood.
Not surprisingly, this would lead him to follow in his father's footsteps in becoming a police officer in Nowhere, both in the mundane world and the supernatural. Passing all of his tests with flying colors, he quickly proved to be an exemplary officer on the force, even if his magics didn't make him popular with the supernatural citizens. Within four years he was promoted to detective, and four after that he was named chief of the department's tiny branch. Since then he's proven himself to be a strong proponent of law and order, if a bit cowboyish in his execution, always ready to protect his town's citizens in both worlds.
Family/Relationships: Paulo Archeletta (Father) Maria Archelleta (Mother) Cheyenne Archelleta (Wife) James Archelleta (Son) Santino Archeletta (Son).
Other/Extra: The detective groans as he takes a long sip of the sweating bottle of Budweiser, his jacket draped over the back of his chair at the bar table, and his shoulder holster worn openly with the shining pistol still tucked under his arm. He looks at you with a tired and weary expression.
"Alright, before you say a thing, yes I am a necromancer and no, I have never attempted to start the fuckin' zombie apocalypse. I'm just a cop that doesn't need to do as much legwork. 'Our magic is to protect, never to enslave'. My father recited that like scripture. Suppose I took that to heart if I ended up on this job. It's good work, but good luck gettin' any appreciation for it when you solve the case by jus' askin' a corpse what happened. Was always like that I suppose. Everybody loves to imagine Mortifero and necromancers are like Frankenstein. There's a few like that, but we keep that population low. I'm sure you can understand why.
Fine. Life-story time, try not to be disappointed. What? We can't all have tragic tales. This ain't a TV drama. I was born and raised here, my family's a real long Witch line from Sicily. My father left for Nowhere in 1968, met my mother in '70, you guess how it goes. We started out in New York like every other Italian in this country, did honest work and, when we settled in with the other supernaturals, we carved out a niche. Turns out Mortifero make fantastic police, so they put us to work. Been that way for four generations, and I'm the latest to take up the family trade. We ain't Guardians or anything like that, we're just normal, mundane cops. Someone's gotta look out for the little guy. Been at this for 23 years, and I won't be quitting any time soon."
Height and Build: She is 5'6 and weights about 125 pounds. She has a slim athletic build. 34-24-33
Details: She has twenty different Castor Glyphs on her body. The first being the Deplin Glyph branded onto the top of her right hand. Down the back of her left arm she has six glyphs tattooed in black ink; Protect, Strength, Air, Water, Earth, Illusion. She has the Mind glyph branded on the back of her neck. She has four glyphs scarred up the right side of her torso along her ribs; Heat, Deflect, Clarity, Blood. On her left hand pinky she has the Moon glyph tattooed in black ink. The Ancestral glyph is branded into her right ankle. Tattooed along the side of her left foot are the Light, Banish, and Balance Glyphs. Scarred in the middle of her sternum is the Heal Glyph. Tattooed behind her left ear is the Learn Glyph, and the Negate Glyph is burned into her right shoulder. None of Jadis's glyphs are bigger then a quarter coin.
She always wears her Castor wand on her left side. Typically clipped to her belt, or stashed in the inner pocket of her jacket.
Jade tends to dress plainly.
Jade's mother was only sixteen when she accidentally got pregnant, and nine months later Jadis was born. Her parents married a year later in a traditional Castor wedding ceremony. Her early childhood was spent growing up in Dublin alongside the mundane populace as most Castors do. As Dublin Ireland is a major city, it was also a mecha for Supernaturals to flock to. So it was an added bonus to her upbringing as she was surrounded by all the different supernaturals in the city.
As a toddler when she was overcome by strong emotions such as anger or frustration, her raw magic would overwhelm her to the point of creating power outages, shattering windows, and giving people around her nose bleeds. During these lapses of control, her grandmother would sing to her to calm her down, as her parents cast protection spells and wards to stop the worst of it.
Born connected to three well known castor bloodlines, Jadis has more raw magic then compared to an average Castor. Thankfully by the time Jadis was five years old the majority of her raw magic had settled down. She started kindergarten at the elementary school closest to her house. Her younger sister Adelitha was born later that school year, and luckily the aggressive unstable raw magic that Jadis was born with did not manifest in her too.
Like all Castor children she officially started studying the Incanta language when she was six years old. Though, she was already rather fluent, as her Grandmother Maeve refused to speak in anything but it at home. She loved being a big sister to Adelitha. Sadly she was eight years old when her parents and Granny Maeve were killed by the notorious French Warlock, Malachi Rosier. Jade and Adelitha were taken in and adopted by their mother’s older sister Salvie Delamere and her husband Claude. The move to Erehwon USA was a big change for the girls. From the tragedy of her parents death, she gained a new family, and two protective older brothers, her cousins Dexter and Alan.
The night of her tenth birthday her family held her coming of age ceremony under night sky. She had been waiting eagerly for months for her tenth birthday, ready to finally use her magic, and find out who her patron deity was. But most of all she really wanted to learn her true name. Alan was who she had chosen as the conductor of her ceremony. Dressed in white muslin the ceremony began as she sat in the middle of a circle made of branches, and river stones. She lit the eight candles, as she recited the ancient castor laws in the Incanta language. Then she dank the elixir.
Thirty minutes later she came to, feeling like a new person. She had learned her true name, who her patron deity was, and could feel power all around her. Even from everything her family had told her about their experiences, it was a surreal feeling. As per tradition her first words after coming to was the name of her patron deity, Deplin. Alan used a soldering knife to cut Jade’s Patron glyph onto the top of her right hand. As extremely painful as it sounds, she didn’t scream, the Elixir had an added effect of numbing limbs for a short time. The ceremony ended after she was gifted with a bundle of wood and a carving knife, to make her first wand with.
Seven years later Jadis graduated high school, and decided to take a year off before she started at Gringore. She spent the year with Alan, backpacking through Europe. Getting into some trouble with a shifter man, she ended up running off to Italy with him for a few weeks of mistakes. She came back to Erehwon when she was twenty and moved into the dorms at Gringore. Now she is starting her third year at Gringore. She works off and on at Third eye tattoo mainly working with supernatural clients.
Mother - Rahela Ó'Nualláin nee Racoviță Father - Lincoln Ó'Nualláin Sister - Adelitha Delamere - Student at the High school (17)
Aunt - Salvie Delamere nee Racoviță - Dentist (54) Uncle - Claude Delamere - Head Chef at Corky's Bistro (52) Cousin - Alan Delamere - Owner of The Shack (26) Cousin - Dexter Delamere - Wedding Photographer (24)
Uncle - Garridan Racoviță - Guardian in Romania (38)
She can speak fluent Romanian, Incanta, Irish, and Latin.
Following Jade's maternal bloodline she is connected to the Drăgoi clan which was once one of the most powerful Castor families in Eastern Europe. Unfortunately in the late 50s, Korikov hunters massacred most of the Drăgoi clan in Romanian. Jade's grandmother Ecaterina was only seven years old during the massacre, but she and a handful of others made it out alive, due to the Drăgoi clan’s affinity with healing and protection magic.
On the other side of her maternal bloodline is the Racoviță clan. A bloodline that carries quite a history in black magic. Historically the first-born Racoviță baby of every new generation ends up possessing devastatingly massive amounts of power, and the baby was always sacrificed, so the Racoviță Castors could absorb and keep using their ancient ancestral magic. This all changed in 1948 when for the first time in history, the first-born came as identical triplets boys. The massive power was evenly distributed between the babies, Corneliu, Ionel, and Neculai.
The clan elders came together to decide what to do. The question was whether to sacrifice all three boys, or to use the last of their magic to call upon the Racoviță ancestors for guidance. In the end they sought out a Propheta Witch, who explained to them that the triplets had the power of three and though the present Racoviță castors would lose their ability to use ancestral magic, the three boys would not. The triplets would be the ones to carry on the Racoviță bloodline, with all future generations bore from them having perpetual power without need for sacrificial first-borns.
The triplet’s mother was overjoyed that her sons would not be sacrificed, but the rest of the family was not. They didn’t want to lose their ancient magic. So with what little magic the elders had left they joined together to summon their ancestors spirits for answers. The spirits voices spoke, and explained that there were only two options. Sacrifice all three, and everyone can keep their power, but they must sacrifice the first-three-born of every new generation to follow. The second option was just as the Propheta Witch said.
The triplets mother knew that her relatives would insist on sacrificing the babies in order keep their power, no matter what the cost. So during the wee hours she took her baby boys and run away from her clan and the only home she ever knew. She only needed to stay in hiding until the boys first birthday, when it would be too late to sacrifice them. In the end the triplets grew up and started their own families, and kept the Racoviță clan going strong for the new generations. Jadis is the granddaughter of the eldest triplet, Corneliu.
Her paternal side of the family hales from Irish ancestry, the Ó'Nualláin are more well known in Ireland and the United Kingdom. The Ó'Nualláin are extremely traditional, and have traceable ties to the ancient Incanta royalty, thus granting them a high stats among Castor kind. Ó'Nualláin Castors more often than not excel in combat focused magic.
History/bio: Bartholomew Whitlock or Tholo lived a mundane life. He had grown up in a relatively small town in the state of Montana but had aspired as he got older to travel the states and see all its sites. Upon his final year of college at the age of 24, he did just that and went forth into the world. For a year he traveled across the country making new friends and trying new experiences yet one place had oddly stuck out to him to which he moved to and that was Erehwon in Vermont, when it came time to settle on a place to live and start working he choose that little town buying a house slightly outside the towns limits near the edge of some woods. For three years he lived in his home with little problem, enjoying his job as a car mechanic.
The event that changed his world unleashing the beast beneath the skin, was an attack that happened on the 15th of July 2010 (age would be 27, few months before turning 28). It had been a nice day, a day he planned to visit the woods and do a bit of hiking, go camping and then return home, something he had done countless times before in the woods outside of Erehwon. That week had invited a long time friend ,Evan Huntson, of his who had been visiting to join him. Tholo and his friend had just finished making camp that night when they had started to hear odd noises just beyond the dim light of the fire. It sounded like a wolf or dog growling yet it was deeper as if coming from something much larger then a wolf. Tholo had spotted the glow of piercing yellow eyes in the darkness, lit by the fire, just before the attack.
Tholo remembered little of what happened after the attack. Their camp site had shortly been found later by another set of fellow campers, who turned out to be shifters. They managed to drag Tholo and his friend down the mountain just before daybreak and get help but even before being found by the good samaritans it was to late to save Tholo's friend.
With the full moon after the accident came around all Tholo remembered from that night was agonizing pain while making his way to bed and then waking up in some strange part of the woods with no clothes and the decomposing carcass of what remained of a deer. Horrified at the site he had ran off before assessing the situation. He only ran a few hundred yards before luckily coming across a road. He appeared to remain in the same town as he found the street name and was able to find his way home. His home had been in a mess on return. The back door was ripped from the frame, the living area turn apart along with the kitchen and dinning area.
He had no explanation on what had caused all the damages to his house. He had to hire someone out for repairs, making up the story that his house had been robbed while he slept. The repairmen seemed to of bought it and went to work. The truth wouldn't come to Tholo until after the second full moon. Before that he chalked most of the recent changes to him with seasonal changes or perhaps overworking himself (first night of the new moon). The second change had him awaken in another part of the woods with the same pair of strangers that had saved his life before. That was when Tholo learned that the world was a bit bigger then he once thought. These people revealed that they themselves were what were called shifters, people able to change form into wolves and that after finding Tholo and Evans and getting them to safety they had investigated into what had attacked them. They had learned that the attack was caused by a lycanthrope, a terrible wolf beast. It seemed whoever the lycanthrope was, they were not from Erewhon, or commonly called Nowhere by the nonhumans usually.
Since that day Tholo tried to learn as much as he could on the new world he had been thrown into. While he had gained the means to be a shifter like his two fellow saviors and teachers, he also had the more sinister wolf beast creature lurking, waiting for those full moon nights to be unleashed. For seven years he has lived with his curse, developing his routine. After learning of the beast underneath the skin, he withdrew into himself becoming quick to anger and preferring to be left alone. While seemingly desiring to join a pack, he fears the other half that comes out at night thus he had determined it was best to just withdraw and keep contact with others to a minimum. To keep the beast from hurting anyone usually before the full moon he goes to a metal shed he made that so far has kept the beast contained during the night.
Family/Relationships: James Whitlock - Father Katalina Whitlock - Mother Nathaniel Whitlock - Brother
Valon is not what some would consider anything special, in fact when it comes to appearance he hardly worth glancing at twice. Standing at a rather average height of 5'11" he is hardly seen as a threat. His body has no obvious muscle mass, he does not sport a six pack or ungodly abs, in fact some might say he is rather thin for his size. His eye's, well, his eye's are probably what people will notice the most, they are a dark shade of olive green and they do seem to give off a glow. His eyes are accented by darkened skin that had been mistaken for eyeliner but is natural. His hair is a natural shade of lightened brown, kept short, messy, and always around the forehead and a light beard upon his face that is never too heavy. The second most noticeable attribute to Valon would be the tattoo's if by chance one saw them underneath his clothing. His arms are a torrent of black thick chains, from wrist to shoulder ancient cracked chains are etched into his arms crudely, each link of the chain depicting spikes and in the center of each link, writing in an unknown language. On his back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade are symbols, each one different and each one with different meaning. On the back of his neck between the symbols is the tattoo of the Guardians pulling it all together.
Valon is not known for his style nor does he care to keep with what you would call the current trend. Coming from and older era his clothes symbolize, at least in appearance the time he came from and not the time he currently resides in. Some would classify his outfits as Gothic or steampunk in nature. His clothes will often change from day to day in this same style. The only things that do not change is the cross in which he wears around his neck and the rings on his fingers.
His voice is very rough, a lot like sandpaper rubbing against sand paper, it is often lightly accented and has a chilling tone to it. One would not say its level was demonic but his voice is deep and often times emotionless.
"I was born over 3700 years ago to a loving mother who coveted me as if I was the savior of the world itself. Life was for the most part... simple like any life is growing up in a time where there was nothing. It is almost funny how far the world has advanced, how convenient things have become in these times. Anyways, life was simple, I was just a normal child living a normal life, at least... that's what I thought anyways. It seemed the older I got the more it became apparent that I was far from normal, I had a power, one in which I could control others. It came at a cost I learned, but I could bring anybody under my control. My mother often chastised me about using that power, she would get so mad and punish me for it and I never understood why... at least until the night they came.
Two things happened to me that night, one my mother revealed to me that I was something called a half Mezmer, some kind of Demon and my father whom I never knew was a full Mezmer. The second thing that happened was my mother was killed. At first I did not understand why they had killed, but over time I came to learn that someone had found out about my ability, and knowing this full well my mother sacrificed her life by making them think it was her who had done it. I remember... I remember watching them burn her alive to appease some God to rid themselves of evil. This... well... this was my first great pain of three, that set me on a course of Vengeance for many years and lead to my changing.
They say that monsters are not born, but they are made and in my case this was quite true. After my mother was killed I had no one and nothing. The people who had killed her shunned me as a child of a devil worshiper but did not kill me, why I do not know but perhaps because I was so young at the time. I was lost in this world.. until the day I meant my father. He had heard of what had happened to my mother, so he came for me and took me away from those lands and told me who I really was, what I really was and should I desire, one day, what I could become. The pieces fell into place even at my age it began to make sense, and I loathed my father for he did not help my mother and I cursed his name. I pushed him away, I wanted nothing to do with him or what I was, up until that moment it had brought me nothing but pain.
Years seemed to trickle by, I grew up alone, fending for myself, refusing to be what my father said I could be. But alas it is not easy to grow up alone and young and to have nothing to your name, I was starving and I had to do it. I had to use that power so I could get food. This was the very cataclysm to my second greatest pain. They had seen it, someone, a Hunter, my very first recollection of their cursed existence. I did not know it than but they knew what I was and because of that my life was meant to end for they suffered no abomination like me. That hunter followed me with the intent to kill me and had he been left to his own devices he just might have. But my father... I learned he had never left my side but stayed in the shadows watching over me, helping me where I wouldn't notice. When the Hunter tried to kill me he stepped between me and him and... in the end... sacrificed himself for my being. I can still see that Hunter chopping his head off, I can still feel that pain in my chest, I can still hear the words he spoke to me before he told me to run.
Find love son for that is what will change the cursed fate I have layed upon you. I WILL die for you like I would have died for her.
I should have just left but I stayed just close enough to see him die, my second greatest pain, learning my father loved me only to see him die before it could matter. I ran from there that rainy night, far as I could, my heart was breaking, my anger was building, I was losing myself and there I could do... at least in my current state. The images played in my head day after day and every time I slept, if I had been strong I could have stopped it. I remember the night it happened, the night I decided that I would suffer it no more, that I would become the monster they wanted me to be. It had been years since my father died and many more since my mother. The hunter tracked me all those years, I only able to elude him, just barely every time but I knew he would kill me or die trying. The memories plagued me, the people scorned me, the Hunter tries to kill me, the world hates my existence so I would GIVE them something to HATE!
The blade was cold and I could its bitter sting as its tip pierced my chest, I could feel it press beyond my rib cage and slice into the heart I no longer desired. I felt deaths cold grasp take me, but... it was only momentary, I felt my humanity SLIP away, felt it LEAVE me and the monster that I tried so hard to not become became MY only FRIEND! Rage, hatred, malice, blood... Blood... BLOOD! He came for me... oh yes he came for me one...Last...TIME! The Hunter who had plagued me and killed my FATHER! He was not expecting what he found, he did not suspect that I had lay the trap for him. I still laugh when I remember his face, the face of a man who was afraid for his miserable MORTAL life! I relished heaving his head his shoulders, ripping it away, grinning like a mad beast savoring the kill. For the first time in entire existence I felt POWER and I felt SATISFIED!
That was the start of it all, that was start of many hundreds of years of death that I brought upon this miserable wretched plain of existence. Wars... so many wars waged by men for power, for love, for conquest, for money, for human... greed. Every single one I was there among the chaos exacting my fill for blood, the fools... never any the wiser to what I truly was, never caring as long as I slayed their enemies and won their battles, while all the time, slitting their throats while they slept. I was now the plague upon this world and they would run FROM ME! It was like this for what felt like Eon's, I honed my skills, I honed my abilities and I used them all! An than... just like that... it all changed... with just the look of one mortal females eye's.
I had saved her unknowingly to me when I killed a bunch of marauders who were plundering her home for food during one of the many wars. She was... so beautiful that even my blood lust ran cold just in the sight of her and I could not understand why. My thoughts of death and revenge, my anger seemed to subside when she looked into my eye's and I into hers. A moment that only lasted second had been the catalyst to not only my changing but also to my third and greatest, of all the pains, I have endured in my long existence. I did not understand what my father meant when he said Love could change my cursed fate, but I finally did, I realized that no matter what I was or what I had done I was more than a demon. I had once had humanity and I could have it again if I chose to let go of my pain, my anger, my revenge.
Even though I did not know him I believe he knew the path my existence would take me, and he said the words, the only words that could one day take me from that path that only had but one end. I loved her and she loved me and together we had a son, a son I treasured more than anything I have known in this world. The hatred was still there, the cruelty in my heart, the rage, but she could control it almost effortlessly. They say that nothing good can last forever and this holds true, but I only wish it could have lasted longer. The night they died... I wasn't there, my son was sick and he needed medicine and while I was away... the Hunters had come, revenge for their fallen brother from so many years ago still strong within their blood lines.
They did not find me but my family instead... they killed them... both of them... they took them hostage to draw me in... so they could kill them and exploit the one thing that could weaken me... a weakness I never knew I had... sadness. I don't remember that night very well, only brief images of blood and screaming and I am not sure I want to remember it ever. I blacked out for the first time in my life and when I awoke, my son, my wife and the Hunter were dead. My body was severely wounded and I myself was probably at one point close to death if there is such a thing. My third and greatest pain... the loss of the people that I loved in this whole existence... gone.
I was no longer the same after that, I tried to go back to killing to take away the anger I felt within myself, but every time I tried I could see her face, her eye's. After so long I realized that there was no healing for me now and that killing endlessly would not bring her or my son back. She had known... she knew from the start what I was, I did not know how but she knew and she loved me anyways. Telling me that I could take a different path than the one I lead. That I could... be better than the monster I told myself I was and had to be. So many years I wondered this world... almost living in a place between, trying to find some kind of meaning, trying keep my emotions in check if not for myself than for her memory.
I had lost all purpose and for the longest time I was just an empty shell and even now I probably still am, however... I did find purpose again. Its funny how one who hated this world and in some ways still does is now one that helps to protect others within it. There have been many that have wondered how a Mezmer could care enough, be virtuous enough to be a Guardian. An in some ways I do not know, my path has been wrought with blood and carnage, death and pain, sadness and regret. But maybe, just maybe that is why I made it, why I passed the tests, why they looked upon me and did not reject me right than and there.
The older one gets human or otherwise, the more clarity they can possess, the more wisdom they can obtain. I have come to see that evil is not what you are or will be, but is decided by the acts in which you commit and the reasons for committing them. I am a demon and I am far from human anymore, and everyday is a struggle to hold onto the demon... the man she wanted me to be and the man I wanted our son to be. I will walk this path and continue to walk it for them, there is no way I will ever find redemption but I can and will make sure that others do not suffer the same fate as I. I may hate this world and I may hate others, hell I may even hate myself, but I will protect them from the shadows because this is the path I was always meant to walk."
History About thirty years ago, in a lonely russian village named Vyatskoe, is where Nikita Jr.’s story began. There was a signal for help from this lonely village, the type that the then in place soviet union would never respond to. It would’ve been futile regardless, for this was a special call, one that needed a special kind of help. Fortunately for Vyatskoe, both of the individuals who came to their aid were exactly the kind of help they needed.
For there was a wolfbeast rampaging it’s way through the village, and these individuals were Nikita Bello Sr. and Vanessa Korikov: two skilled hunters and the parents of Nikita Jr. They fought the wolfbeast together, and after disposing of the unfortunate lycanthrope, they joined together to face their supernatural perils together. Four years later, they’re married; The next year Nikita Jr. is born.
Nikita Jr. was raised primarily in Moscow, where his parents decided to settle. Their days of chasing supernatural monsters through the countryside had left them with a decent amount of money saved, and they were able to survive off payments for hunting weaker local monsters.
Nikita went to Primary, Basic General, and Secondary school all without incident, where he got his high school degree. While he was not particularly odd, he was never the most popular in school and thus only had a few close friends. Nikita Jr. was an average student, but was extremely industrious. He never missed a homework in his entire school career.
From the first days he could talk, Nikita was taught by both of his parents what he was going to do in the future : Hunt the Supernatural. They told him stories of the very worst of the supernatural, as to be expected for the son of a Korikov, and Nikita Jr. developed a very prejudiced and negative view of anything supernatural.
From the first days Nikita could walk, he was trained to hunt the supernatural. Every day, after school, Nikita would be trained by either his mother or father for several hours. They would do everything from physical training, to teaching him about specific monsters weaknesses, to mock trials where he would have to dispose of make believe creatures. Sometimes, they would even bring him on a hunt, and eventually, they would allow him to participate. By the time Nikita was sixteen, he was a skilled enough hunter to kill some of the weaker supernatural on his own.
The most shaping experience for Nikita in his youth was also at this point, where he had just began to hunt on his own. While tracking down what he believed to be a vampire in Moscow, Nikita came face to face with a female Arachne Demon. Having absolutely no way to combat this demon, Nikita was overpowered and captured where he was imprisoned along with several others for three days. The Arachne had brought him to what was essentially their pantry. Unfortunately for this Demon, Nikita’s parents were now veterans. They (relatively) quickly tracked down the Arachne and killed them at no harm to Nikita. However, this experience morphed Nikita’s view of all supernatural from prejudice to animosity, especially at Arachne.
Once Nikita was eighteen, his training was more or less finished. Because he no longer had a reason to stay at home, and was such an industrious worker, he applied to and was accepted full ride at an American business school. He wanted to learn business, for his animosity for the supernatural was so great that he wished to kill on his own volition. Even just relying on paid work to hunt down supernatural beasts was not enough for Nikita, as he would have to focus on the beasts he was paid to kill rather than the supernatural as a whole.
While he was in college, he continued to vigorously work and hunt, and graduated with highest honors.
Now, Nikita is a hunter in peak condition. While he is not as skilled as his parents, he is physically a stronger specimen. His ability, honed through his experience, is enough that he can reasonably hunt weaker to average demons. He supports himself through day trading, which has allowed him to live comfortably without straying too far from hunting.
He moved to an apartment in Erewhon due to the apparent concentration of supernatural. Having truly become a Korikov, he plans to make life for the supernatural there hell.
Family/Relationships Nikita Bello - Father | 53 | Human Hunter | Russia Vanessa Korikova - Mother | 50 | Human Hunter | Russia Zach Korikov - Brother | 22 | Human | Russia
Other Appearance: Has a black and gray/white palate in dragon form. When in dragon form her eyes glow white and long black horns sprout from her forehead. Nails are black short talons. Scales cover most of her arms, torso, and legs but lessen on the face and neck. What her 10th cycle would look like:
Humanoid version based roughly on that.
History/bio: Born in Hue Vietnam, Anya's family was part of a small dragon community and was fairly well respected. They made their living over the past centuries, selling their blood. And while it is regarded as the most deadly poison in the world, over the past century dragons have figured out how to turn it into a drug using other ingredients as well. This gave rise to the dragons having a hold on drug trade. Anya believes in finding a way to make dragon's blood benefit people health wise and not just used to get a high or kill, but to the other dragons, it's all about money. Now trying to make a name for themselves, Anya followed her sister to a small town in Vermont and together they opened up a bar, "The Tipsy Dragon". Little did Anya know, is that her sister Amari was using this as a front for her drug business. And though Anya doesn't agree with her methods, she helps run the tavern, learning to bartend and hosting karaoke night on Fridays. While not at the Tipsy Dragon, Anya spends her time hanging with the locals or at Gringore experimenting with her own design for DB. At Gringore, she is studying mainly potions and dragonology with other classes on the side.
Occupation: Student at Gringore Academy Works at Darling Boutique
Race: Merrow
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Dark Green
Height and Build: 5'4", Average/On the thin side
Other Appearance: When Naida in salt water, her tail is similar to that of a vein-tailed betta fish. It's a dark green color that glints in the sun along with her silver skin. However, she is rarely in this from to prevent anyone accidentally seeing her. When in human form, Naida's hair is dyed brown to make her look more mundane, but her real hair is a silver similar to her skin in water. Naida usually likes to wear cute dresses and skirts. This is partially why she works at the Darling Boutique. She love the way it gives her legs room to breathe. However, when it gets cold, you will never not see her in a sweater of some type. She'd wear large sweaters and sweat pants all the time if she didn't go outside. She also prefers more cute clothing than fashion forward, it fuels her slightly shameful fantasy of feeling like a princess.
History/bio: The first thing Naida remembers is pain. She remembers being constantly hungry and sore. She remembers dark rooms and scary humans. What she doesn't remember are her parents nor the feeling of being in salt water and having a tail. Naida didn't have a sense of time or what life was supposed to be like. All she did was sit in a tiny room, and weave Gloss. Then after awhile of weaving Gloss, they would take her out and do all sort of things to get her to cry. They would beat her, electrocute her, berate her, anything they could. It wasn't hard given that she cried pretty easy, but even after crying until she had more tears, they would try to milk more out of her. It wasn't a good life, but it was the only one she knew. However, one day, her daily life was changed. A comforting hand was reached out to her and suddenly her life was filled with light. Nadia doesn't remember much of what happened since there was so much going on, but she was lead through the building where multiple shouts and lots of struggling took place. She eventually found herself in a large van with other people she assumed to be like her.
In an effort to keep Naida safe, she was taken to Nowhere. It was secluded, had a high concentration of supernatural beings, and there was someone willing to take care of her. When Naida met Nala, Naida was a nervous wreck. She wouldn't talk and was wary to trust. Naida was first drawn towards Kallista. They were similar of age and far from the mainly male adults who had tortured her before. The two grew close before Naida finally let Nala have a chance. Nala slowly taught Naida the ways of the world and gained her trust. Eventually, Naida gave herself her name with the help of Nala because of it's connection to water. Plus she thought it sounded pretty. The Merrow was truly fascinated with the outside world, particularly with nature. Something inside her called her to be outside in nature and specifically water. Finding out about her own abilities and her kind's value was a huge shock to her as well.
Naida felt the need to catch up with the kids her age in knowledge and eventually surpassed them. Because of this, she became an avid reader. Romantic novels and fantasy are her favorite genre. Nadia is a hopeless romantic and loves daydreaming and reading. Even though it's unrealistic, she loves the idea of being swept off her feet by some prince charming. Now Naida is enrolled in Gringore Academy along with Kallista. When she enrolled, she used the name Nadia instead of Naida since it sounded more normal and she had to keep her identity secret. She also began to dye her hair brown and if asked about her race, she either tries to not say anything or just say that she's a Fey. Both her and Kallista live in the dorms at Gringore. It's a fairly safe space for the two and Nala sees them frequently. The two adopted sisters visit Nala in her apartment frequently to chat and eat some nice food. Naida does lots of chores around the house for Nala to thank her for her kindness in bringing her in and treating her so nicely. Naida also initially took up a job to help Nala, but she refused because she didn't need the money. So now, Naida uses the money to save up and buy gifts for Nala and Kallista. Naida is constantly attached to Kallista and is very shy at the academy. She has trouble talking to others without getting nervous. She especially has troubles talking to authority figures such as professors. If any of them say anything that even hints at being mean, she begins to go misty eyed. She doesn't cry in order to keep her secret, but has occasionally gotten in trouble for running away from a professor.
Nicknames/Alias/AKA: Brawling Drunkard (not everyone can have a flattering and cool nickname I guess)
Age: 36
Gender: Male
DOB: 1986, exact date unknown
Occupation: Jobless, chases after wanted criminals when broke.
Race: Human Hunter (though completely untrained and ignorant of his race, thus unable to use his full powers)
Hair Color: Dark blond with a reddish beard
Eye Color: Light brown
Height and Build: 5'9 ft with a muscular build, to the point of being considered a little bit bulky.
Other Appearance: He is a heavy smoker and drinker. Has a scar on his left palm from when he once tried to stop someone hitting him with a broken bottle. He has a deep and bass voice, that scares little children.
History: Unknown to him, even to this day, Jack is a descendant of a long line of Human Hunter elites. Their proficiency in hunting down supernatural beings, led to some of the most sinister residents of Nowhere to unite their powers against this common threat. In fear of their, at the time, newborn child's life being in danger because of their enemies' plot, they left their child to the other side of Nowhere, the tranquil city of Erewhon.
Jack was found by the Greelies. John Greely and his wife, Helena could not have a child on their own and were happy to have a baby among them, eventually formally managing to adopt the child and give him the name Jack. However, soon, miss Greely suddenly died and Jack realized he saw strange things like bird people, fairy like beings and many other paranormal beings, which everyone dismissed as "a child's vivid imagination."
Not having memories of his mother, due to his very young age, Jack spent his later childhood with his now depressed father, helping him with the bar, since he didn't want to socialize with kids that though he was crazy for seeing "ghosts and aliens". Surrounded by the patrons of the pub, he was quick to develop some bad habits as he grew up, like smoking, drinking, gambling and fighting, especially with the less sober patrons of the pub. This led to his fair share of troubles with law enforcement.
While learning that not talking about the strange things he saw was beneficial, he wanted to make sure he was not crazy, so he followed some fey and was eventually led to Nowhere. After spending some tine there to confirm that everything he saw was real, he returned to Erewhon, not interested in learning more about the Nowhere beings and culture. His returns to Nowhere usually involve him to go after a wanted criminal, an activity he started to get money from time to time. His natural knack for fighting was able to provide him with some good income, although his income is many times reduced due to the collateral damage caused by his reckless attitude, which causes trouble to his acquaintance/having-a-hard-time-keeping-him-out-of-jail friend and chief of the detectives of the Nowhere Police Department, Terrence Archeletta.
Despite his short temper, Jack is not a bad character, who cares about the well being of his old man. He mqy be hard to approach, but with enough patience he can turn out to be a valuable friend or acquaintace.
Family/Relationships: John Greely (adoptive father), Helena Greely (adoptive mother, deceased), Terrence Archeletta (weird kind of friendship due to Jack always causing trouble and Terrence being a police officer)
DOB: December 6th, 1995 (It’s unknown the exact date but she claims this as her birthday)
Occupation: Student at Gringore Academy
Race: Unicorn (Is thought to be a Maagia with magic immunity)
Hair Color: White (Dyed light brown)
Eye Color: Light Blue
Height and Build: 5’9”, toned build
Other Appearance:
Hidden far in the depths of the Seelie court lived a few of the last remaining Unicorns in existence. Asteria and Charon, well known among the supernatural community for their past endeavors, had decided to settle down after the birth of their first and only child, Kalista. Here, Kalista was able to live blissfully in peace, away from the dangers of Hunters and Humans. She could wake up every morning without the fear her parents had held growing up. The family lived happily for the first thirteen years of her life. Every night, Asteria and Charon would tell Kalista of their past adventures, under the magical tree, Dodona. She could still remember the leaves rustling against the wind, as if it were whispering to her. Both of her parents believed Dodona to bring good fortune, so they took residence there. They would often explore the area, always making sure to stay within 10 miles of the tree. Kalista’s parents taught her how to hone her magical abilities, to transform into her human form, and most importantly, how to enjoy life. She was incredibly close with her parents and loved them dearly. She keeps these memories close and often dreams of the times she lived within the Fae realm.
Shortly after Kalista had turned thirteen, Asteria and Charon had received news from an old friend. A castor, Yana, was nearing her end and wished to see them one last time. Yana had been one of the very few present at the birth of Kalista and was especially close with Asteria. They knew the risks of entering the human world. They hired two Guardians to escort the family to Yana’s residence. A powerful Ignis Witch, Stefan, also an old friend of Kalista’s family had willingly volunteered to help them. An Irish shifter, Conor, who had come in place of the family's close friend, Valon. Conor had trained under Valon, a powerful, Mezmer Guardian, and due to Valon's inability to leave Rome, the young pupil gladly volunteered to take his place. Transforming into their human forms, the family secretly set out to Yana’s estate.
It had been the first time Kalista entered the human world. While she was curious about its existence, she preferred the seclusion and familiarly of her home. The group had travelled for two days and were on the outskirts of Russia before they were attacked. The Korikov family was well known for their malicious methods of murdering the supernaturals. Kalista’s family was well aware of their threat as they travelled. Despite the large amount of secrecy and planning that had gone into the journey, a Korikov couple and their son had managed to hunt them.
They attacked in the middle of the night. Kalista’s remembers the event vividly. She watched as her parents were brutally murdered, watched as the older man sliced the magical horn off her mother’s head, watched as they continued striking her father tens, hundreds of times. They were smiling. She wasn’t able to move, even after Stefan firmly grabbed her shoulder, even after she heard a sharp scream escape from her own mouth. She couldn’t feel the heat of the flames Stefan created to border them from the Korikov family. Everything had gone numb. Kalista’s eyes stayed attached to the two individuals she loved more than anything. She watched their bodies slowly cease to move. She watched it at all. She remembered her eyes eventually meeting the young boy, his dark, colorless eyes swallowing her. He smiled as Stefan dragged her away. Kalista fell into unconsciousness shortly after.
Kalista awoke several weeks later, in an entirely new world. Unsure what to do, Stefan had brought Kalista to a small town in Virginia, known as Nowhere, where he had spent several years of his life studying at Gringore Academy. He met with the headmaster in private, and begged for his help. Alfred immediately called in the Fae Advisor, Nala, and the academy’s own Unicorn, Arianwyn. The four swore to secrecy of Kalista’s identity and agreed that Nala would raise her. Death of Asteria and Charon soon circled around the world, and a great mourning shortly pursued. Kalista’s whereabouts became a mystery to all. Stefan claimed she disappeared when they were attacked, and eventually returned to his Guardian duties. He occasionally visits to check up on Kalista, but stays far out of sight.
It took several months before Kalista was able to cope with her reality. Nightmares haunted her every moment, both awake and asleep. She hated herself for not having the strength to help her parents. She vowed to never transform into her Unicorn form until she had brought justice to her parents. A year passed before she was able to make it through the day without tears. Nala taught Kalista the ways of the world and helped her learn how to blend in with human society and avoid modern iron inventions. She changed her name to Kayley Sherwood and pretended to be a Maagia with Magic Immunity, to both keep her protected and blend in better. Kayley eventually came to trust Nala, but continued to keep her at a distance.
When Kayley learned of Gringore Academy and the Guardians, she promised herself to work harder than anyone and become a Guardian who could protect those who needed help. No one would have to go through what she did ever. Until she came of age, Kayley busied herself studying supernatural creatures and getting her human body into shape. Three years after Kayley had been with Nala, Naida was brought to her home. A Merrow who had nowhere else to go. Kayley saw so much of herself in the girl and easily grew close to her. She helped her ease into the human world and quickly became protective of her.
After a few years of adjusting to mundane life, the two eventually enrolled in Gringore Academy. Kayley quickly became one of the academy’s top students. Because of her vow to her parents, she studied, practiced, and worked harder than any of the other students. She is incredibly dedicated to becoming a powerful Guardian and bringing justice to her parents. Unlike Naida, Kayley is quite blunt, stubborn, and often viewed as rude during first impressions. She has no social skills and tends to keep conversations with others short. The only person she feels comfortable around and trusts completely is Naida.
Charon was a well distinguished individual among the supernatural community. He and his wife spent their life dedicated to healing others across the country. He is courageous and kind. He died 9 years ago by the Korikov family
Like her husband, Asteria has a well known reputation for her many good deeds. She is incredibly sweet and caring. She was murdered by the Korikov family, along with her husband 9 years ago.
After Kalista’s parents died, Nala took her in and showed her how to live among the human world. While she is grateful for Nala and her help, she continues to keep the two of them at a distance
Naida was adopted by Nala three years after Kalista was. They two grew close very quickly
Other Appearance: His true form has four smaller, completely pitch-black eyes forming a semicircle above his main pair of eyes (which appear larger, and also are fully black). He has rather fat looking chelicerae, that extend slightly past his chin. His arms, hands and back are covered with a reddish semi-exoskeleton covered with small hairs that match his all too often disheveled mane.
History:
3rd day of the Jumper's Moon, 2018
I stayed with my mother, and sisters when dad first left us. My siblings, and I were five years old at the time. He said he had to go make certain we all remained safe. I said I hated him, and that I hoped he never came back. I was lying to us both, and lucky for me he knew it.
Mom was a traditionalist. Superstitious, and distrustful of other species. She didn't hate humans per se, but she wouldn't have understood how to be friendly with them either. I guess after a few thousand years you get set in your ways. I learned a lot from her though. She taught us all the old lore she knew. She taught us how to survive. And she encouraged my sisters to look after me, the way a human parent might encourage their male spawn to look after their female siblings.
Then when we were almost 14, dad showed up again. He asked us if we wanted to come live among the humans with him since it was almost time for us to go out, and lead our own lives, anyway. Mom encouraged us. She said she never got this chance, and with the world changing these days, it could aid our survival. Circe, and I went. Mara, and Vesta stayed behind.
And for the rest of our legally underage lives, Circe, and I lived with our dad, Thea, his human wife, and Abigail, her daughter from a previous marriage. We both found the humans completely weird at first. And hiding what we were was just Exhausting. But we got used to it all within the first year and a half. Even Dad never shared his true nature with them. And as far as they knew, he worked for a government contracted security firm.
Dad told us that this is how vampires, and several other species live, and thrive. And that He learned about it as a Guardian. And that being a Guardian is how he met mom. We got some crazy stories when Thea and Abigail weren't around. I thought it was cool. But Circe fell in love with the idea. Our girls always love to be where the action is, I guess.
She was training in Nowhere, studying to be a Guardian, when dad disappeared for real. I think she got somebody who was training her at the Gringore Auxiliaries to give up some sensitive information, because she stopped freaking out disturbingly quickly. Like someone had just hit a switch. Bam! Calm and deadly mode: on.
I was coming down there to get her for a trip to see mom, and find out if she knew anything about it when I got a call from her. She told me mom couldn't help us, but she had a lead. But she said I had to stay in town with Thea, and Abigail to make certain they remained safe while she was gone. I said I loved her, and that I hoped she came back with him soon. I wasn't lying this time, and luckily for us both, she knew it.
Family/Relationships: Arete: Mother. Lives in isolation in the woods of Pennsylvania. Tadros Calazans: Father. Guardian. Current whereabouts unknown. Thea Calazans: Human step mother. 41. Lives in Erehwon. Teaches at Cherry Crest Elementary School. Abigail Calazans: Human step sister. 15. Student at Erehwon High School. Circe Calazans: Sister. 25. Former Guardian Auxiliary. Currently on a personal quest to find her missing father. Mara: Sister. 25. Curremt whereabouts unknown. Vesta: Sister. 25. Current whereabouts unknown.
Other/Extra:
Arete taught her children the Old Arachne Calender of this realm. It comes from an ancient tradition that seems to originate in the Middle East and Mediterranean and correspond roughly to the zodiacal "months".
Aries is The Lover's Moon Taurus is The Weaver's Moon Gemini is The Jumper's Moon Cancer is The Trickster's Moon Leo is The Climber's Moon Virgo is The Dancer's Moon Libra is The Alchemist's Moon Scorpio is The Flyer's Moon Sagittarius is The Hatchlng's Moon Capricorn is The Killer's Moon Aquarius is The Burrower's Moon Pisces is The Mimic's Moon
Nickames/Alias/AKA: She has used multiple alias throughout her lifetime - Alyssa Henry, Lucy Moore, Claudia Dover, Sue Vasseur, Viola Lemery, and Willa Conner. Her family called her Ally. As a play on her last name she has had some call her Ms. Killer.
Age: 98 - Became a Vampire at the age of 24
Gender: Female
DOB: 24th, May 1920 - in Berlin Germany.
Occupation: Antique Appraiser & Owner of Treasures of Time
Race: Vampire (Turned at age 24)
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height and Build: 5'7" Tall and Slender.
Appearance: Her voice is similar to the singers Priscilla Ahn. Though she was born and raised in Germany, she has all but gotten rid of her accent. She always wears her daylight charmed ring. She fidgets with her ring when she is anxious, or deep in thought. When it comes to clothing and personal style she borders on simple basics, with a touch of vintage. She tends to smell like her favorite honeysuckle soap. She has a concentration camp tattoo on her left inner arm A-9883.
Alice was born into a middle-class Jewish family. Her father, Fred, was a pediatrician, extremely well educated, and well known among professional chess players. Her mother, Lucille, was a busy housewife, and ex-teacher, who was originally from France. Alice grew up in Düsseldorf Germany, in a three-story house, along with her siblings Konrad, Wilhelmina, and Hugo.
She was four years old when her sister Wilhelmina was born early; she was a small and sickly baby. Alice's whole family was raised bilingual, speaking German, and French. At her mother's urging Alice began ballet at the age of six, playing small roles in local stage productions, and taking piano classes. But what Alice really wanted was to learn to play violin. Luckily her parents agreed that everyone should know how to play an instrument and read music, so she was given her first violin when she was seven, just after her baby brother Hugo was born.
She was mainly educated at home by her mother, and in Synagogue. She was instructed in the basics of formal education such as math, reading, and writing. She hated math to its core, but reading became her favorite. Her father sent her to a proper school when she turned 10, as he wanted all his children to have an education, so they could do whatever they wanted in life. Overall she was a happy little girl.
She stopped the ballet classes when she was eleven, as she decided to focus her time on the violin, which she had grown to love dearly. Alice's dream was to one day to be a professional violinist, and composer. She was well on her way to accomplishing her dreams. She also began trying to write her own plays, making little Hugo, and her friends put them on for their parents and neighbors.
In 1935 the anti-Semite, Adolf Hitler came to power, and his reign started. Nuremberg Laws were adopted, and all Jews citizenship was withdrawn. Alice was 15, but luckily she had just been accepted on scholarship, to a private music school is France. Her parents saw this as a way out of Germany for Alice. Her mother had even arranged for Alice to stay in France with her uncle, Eugene Lemery and his wife Claudia. Alice left home just before the start of the school year, and her older brother Konrad came with to find work in England on the way there.
Alice graduated in 1938. Her parents urged her not to come back to Germany, as things were just getting worse. So she stayed in France with the Lemery family, and started college, majoring in Music Theory, and English. After being away in France for almost three years, all she wanted was to see her family, but she pressed on. She became first chair violinist of her college orchestra, and began dating a young man named Henri Palissy.
She was 20 years old in 1940 when France became occupied. Henri proposed to her later that year, and she accepted. They promised to marry when the war ended. Henri, her first love, best friend, and now fiancé left to fight in the war in December of that year. Alice withdrew from college and found work as a typist, making extra money, as to not be a burden on the Lemerys.
Back in Germany her parents were quick to help their fellow Jews. Their three-story home became a place of refuge for dozens of Jewish people trying to find their way into hiding or out of Germany. She learned through letters that her parents’ main focus was helping people get out by doctoring papers. Unfortunately her parents, Hugo, and Wilhelmina were found out and taken by the Nazis in late 1941. Her father died on the train journey to the death camp. Her sister Wilhelmina, was sent to the gas chambers on arrival at Auschwitz. Hugo and her mother were split up and made to do slave labor. Konrad was still in England working on ships, and around the docks in Portsmouth. He had been sending money back to Germany for the family, and had no idea his family had been taken until months later when his letters returned unopened.
The Holocaust got its claws into France, and in January 1942 Alice was caught and deported to a concentration camp in Poland. By some miracle her mother was also an inmate there. The reunion was short lived, as her mother explained that Wilhelmina and her father were dead. The poor woman said she had only caught a glimpse of Hugo months ago, as he boarded a different train to god knows where. During Alice's time in the camp, she became an interpreter among the inmates, using her knowledge of different languages to help with communication. The death of her father and sister, along with the missing Hugo were almost too much to bare, and it was a miracle she lasted.
In 1943 she developed pneumonia, and she was taken to the infirmary, were she basically had a week to get better or be sent to the gas chambers. In the middle of the night, two day before her week was up; her brother Konrad appeared, disguised as a Nazi soldier. Konrad had been looking for their family since he found out they had been deported in 1942. And he had found Alice's name by chance written on the infirmary list two days ago. He hadn't known she had been taken, and had assumed she was still in France hiding. He was here to break his family out. He picked up the dying Alice out of bed, asking her where to find their parents and siblings, as he carried her gently outside. Through struggling breaths and painful coughs Alice explained that their father and Wilhelmina were dead, Hugo was missing, and their mom was the only one left.
The next thing Alice remembered was waking up in a warm bed, with her mother asleep in the chair beside her. Konrad came in to the room, red rimmed eyes; he offered her some soup and water. He explained that once she was strong enough he was sending her and mother to England where his friend Alec Moore, had a place for them; but he was going to stay behind to look for Hugo. Alice spent months recovering, all while trying to convince her mother and Konrad that she should stay to help find Hugo. Her weak arguments were going nowhere, and in December of 1943, she and her mother left for England.
On new years day they had made it to Mr. Moore’s home in Dover England. Mr. Moore was glad to see they had survived and opened his home to them. There were two other families living there. An elderly couple from Austria, and the Stuart brothers, Paul and George. Little did anyone know that the Stuart boys were actually Vampires. Paul was attractive, and charming, but secretly a psychopath. He took immediate interest in Alice. But as the weeks past and he got to know her more, he became borderline obsessed with her, not that he would let anyone know that. George was quite, and stand offish, most of the time he just ignored everyone and spent his days locked in his room.
Alice was polite to them, and grateful that Mr. Moore took them in, but other than that she was only concerned with the war, Konrad safety, her MIA fiancée Henri, and where her little brother Hugo was. She and her mother counted the days between letters received from Konrad in Germany, containing news on the search for Hugo, which was going nowhere. Do to the prolonged bout with pneumonia, and the malnutrition suffered from the camp, Alice's health would never be what it once was, and the scar tissue in her lungs didn't help. She developed asthma, and spent more days in poor health then not.
Months past living in Mr. Moore's home, all the while with Paul trying his charms on Alice, flirting, and Mr. Moore seemed to be suffering from anemia. One night Paul tried to sneak a kiss, and Alice had finally had enough of him, so she abruptly and venomously rejected him. Paul was enraged, he grabbed her by the hair, dragged her to the ground and bit her, drinking her blood as she kicked and hit him. But he kept on drinking her blood. She stopped fighting as the last of her blood was being sucked away, and she went limp. When Paul came down from fit of rage Alice laid near death on the ground in front of him, he laughed, and then started crying because he didn't want her dead. So in his hysterics, the spur of the moment decision was made, and he fed her his own blood.
June 1944 Alice died, and three days later woke up a vampire. Chained to a wall, in some windowless room, she had no idea where she was. All she could think about what how thirsty she was, but not for water. She felt strange, different, and strong. She could hear and see things clearer than ever before. Paul showed up hours later, with an unconscious human man flung over his shoulder. He dropped him in front of her, and without a thought she bit the man, and drank every last drop of blood, effectively killing the poor guy. Not thirsty anymore, she looked up at Paul, blood smeared her lips, and she remembered how he attacked her. Her mind was rushing a millions miles a minute, think so many thing, but everything was so clear, so sharp. Words like Aluka, Dracula, Motetz Dam, demon, and Vampire flashed through her mind, and she instinctively knew that that was what she was, what Paul was, what he had made her.
She was not Human anymore, she was a vampire, and this made her angry. Using her new superhuman vampire strength she ripped the chains from the wall, and lunged at Paul with a growl, fangs bared. But he was quick to laugh as he slammed the door in her face. Through the door he said in a cheery voice, "You're a strong one Alice, so happy you're all mine. Never thought I'd turn someone, you’re lucky a pureblood like me even cared enough too. I made George cover for us, dear. Told your mother we ran off to elope ha. See you later my girl."
Paul held her captive for over 8 months. And in February of 1945 she finally escaped. The first morning of freedom, she found out the hard way that Vampires can't walk in the sun. Finding her family and hiding from the enraged Paul became her primary mission in life, if you could call it life… Living in darkness, the only thing Paul had taught her was how to feed without killing, and how to erase a human’s memory.
About a month later she finally found her way back to Mr. Moore's home in Dover England. She came there hoping to find her mother, but George answered the door. She backed up in fear, expecting to see Paul behind him, but George just frowned and had the clueless Mr. Moore invite her inside. George explained that her mother was in Paris with her relatives, and Konrad was in Birmingham England drinking himself to death, as he spent his days going through concentration camp books, logs, and papers searching for any mention of Hugo. George apologized for Paul's behavior, and what he did to her. He explained that Paul had been here two weeks ago looking for her, and that it was best to not cross paths with him. Over the next three months George reluctantly became Alice's mentor in the ways of a vampire. He taught her the history, laws, abilities, and limitations of her new life. They slowly became friends in the process.
They left Mr. Moore’s home in June 1945. Alice wanted to find her family, and though George advised against her ever seeing them again, he went along with her anyway. She dyed her hair blonde, and began going by the name Susan Wilson, as to keep Paul off her trail. By September that year, WWII was over, and people were beginning to rise up out of wreckage that had plagued the world for the last five years. But she would never forget the camps and the horrors of war. For two years she searched for her brother all over Europe. She had found her mother living in Paris with Uncle Eugene, but didn't reveal herself to them, knowing George was right, and that it was better they though she was gone.
Paul found Alice in April 1947. But instead of attacking her, or showing any sign of anger, he smiled cheerfully as he greeted her and George. Alice could tell that he didn't expect George to be with her, but Paul didn't let on his true feelings. Instead Paul brightly told Alice that he had a gift for her, as an apology for keeping her locked up, and that he had seen the slight error in his ways. Paul grinned as Konrad happily walked out of the shadows to stand beside him. The smiling Konrad, ran up and give Alice a bear hug. "Konrad and I, have been looking for you my dear Alice. We've been searching for you for over a year. I must say blonde hair suits you, but your natural brown is more my taste, so will have to change that." Paul told her looking menacingly at George. George and Alice knew Paul was up to something right off the bat, but Alice was overjoyed to see her big brother.
Little did she know that Paul had turned Konrad into a vampire, over a year ago, knowing that Alice was looking for him, knowing this was not the life she wanted for her brother, Paul was playing a game. No fight broke out, Alice didn't yell, she just quickly whispered into Konrad's ear, not to trust Paul and to run. Konrad's response was a light hearted laugh as he stopped hugging her and said "Don't worry Ally, Paul explained everything, and I'm just like you, fangs and all that. God it’s good to see you." giving her another hug. Paul just smiled. The shock of what Konrad had said was apparent on Alice's face, and even George looked wherry. As a general rule vampire were not really allowed to turn more than one person every 50 years, but Paul didn't seems to follow any rules.
Alice was angry, and upset. She didn't want this life for her brother, a life in the darkness, life as a demon. She suppressed the instinct to rip out Paul's throat, and instead calmly took Konrad by the hand to make him follow. She needed to be away from Paul, and to explain the truth to Konrad. George understood this, and went to get Paul's attention. When Alice and Konrad were far enough away, she told Konrad the truth. She explained how Paul had attacked her, held her captive. That she was never his fiancée, and that she hated Paul. Being a Vampire was never her choice. She could tell Konrad didn't want to believe her, but he knew she was telling the truth, and then he became furious at Paul.
Alice had Konrad, and George on her side, so Paul was outmatched and could do nothing, he seemed to accept that and leave of his own accord. George apologized again on Paul behalf, and Konrad just looked lost, like his life was a lie...which it was. Turned out Paul had told Konrad all about some happy prefect life that was being a vampire, that Alice wanted this for Konrad, so they could all be a happy family together...forever.
The months after finding Konrad were an adjustment. She had had a mission, a reason for living since she had become a vampire, and now that she had found Konrad, and seen her mother, the reasons were gone. She didn't know what to do with herself, what to do with her impossibly long life. She still had not accepted herself as a vampire. She still had nightmares from her time in the camps, and the death of almost everyone she had ever loved. Everything she had ever dreamed of having in life was gone; finishing college, marrying Henri, having children, growing old with loved ones, walking freely in the sunlight. She had survived the death camps, the war, but everything she had planned for her life was gone.
Depression, PTSD, and self-loathing made up most of the next few years for Alice. George and Konrad stayed with her, and together they made their way to America. A fresh start as Konrad called it. Living in New York City, times were changing in the 50s. George stayed with Alice, as he felt obligated since his brother was such an ass. Later in the decade Konrad found himself addicted to fairy blood, and spent most of his time tracking down old Nazis, and killing them off.
In early 1955 Konrad had ended up in a prison for supernaturals, as the Guardians found him guilty of murdering 12 fairies, and 43 humans. Konrad confessed that it was true, but that the fairies were all accidents; do to his addiction to fairy blood and his uncontrollable thirst. He would have got 90 years in a supernatural prison, but he had only been a vampire for less than a decade, so he got 10 years. With Konrad in jail, George and Alice left New York for a small supernatural community in Canada, called Umber.
Alice and George started a romantic relationship together, and love blossomed, which was something she never thought would happen. Alice felt free, and in love. Her witch friend charmed a daylight ring for her, and being able to walk out under the sun, changed Alice's outlook on vampire life. She was finally beginning to accept that the world around her was much bigger then is seemed.
In 1963 George and Alice had been traveling around Asia when Paul appeared. He was more psychotic than usual, and once he deduced George and Alice's relationship, he went bat shit, and killed George. Paul came back to reality rather quickly after he ripped George's head off. The regret and grief was instant for him. Alice was hysterical as she sank to her knees in the growing pool of blood around her. Paul forcefully grasped Alice’s wrists, and dragged her to her feet. "You...You made me do this Alice, it’s all your fault. You are mine! You were supposed to love me. You made me have to kill him, my own brother. Stupid girl, you'll have to pay for this. A brother for a brother is only fair." Paul said accusingly glaring into Alice's tear filled eyes. His blood soaked hands tightened around her wrists, as he watched her eyes widen as she comprehend what he said, and threatened to do. He kissed her on the cheek and then he was gone.
Cleaning up George's body was gut wrenching, but she was not just going to leave him there in some random ally in the middle of Beijing. She payed someone to discreetly cremate him, and the next day she berried his ashes in the Beijing Botanical Gardens. Konrad was safe from Paul as long as he was in prison, but his stent ended in two years. Alice had time to figure out how to keep Konrad safe. A small part of her hoped that Paul would just forget about his plans, that he would just grow bored waiting for Konrad to get out of jail, but Alice new that Paul was hell bent.
Over the next few months she did what she could, and called in favors to keep off Paul's radar. She sent letters to her brother, to inform him on what was going on, and told him to watch himself. She made her way to Rome to report Paul's offences to the Guardians. Little did she know that Paul's mother, Gwendolyn, sat on the judges’ counsel, and was a one of the Elder Guardians. Reporting Paul got nowhere and Gwen made sure of it. She also learned that vampires killing fellow vampires was not illegal unless it was done in front of the mundane, or caused some kind of clan or turf war.
1965 Alice was ready to protect her brother. Konrad was let out of prison. He wanted nothing more than to slaughter Paul. The man who killed his best friend George, and ruined both his and his little sister’s lives. Konrad wanted vengeance and he did a good job of convincing Alice to want the same. They set up house in New Orleans, where Alice had made friends with a Lycanthrope named Thomas Cooper, and a Sorcerer named Malachi Rosier. Paul arrived two weeks later, completely calm with the same cocky grin he always had. Konrad was convinced they had the advantage, and hastily went after Paul.
Paul with all his cunning had planned accordingly, and in all the chaos it turned out Malachi had been Paul’s spy for the last two years. It was no coincidence, the seemingly friendly sorcerer had bumping into Alice years ago, quick to befriend and agree with her. The betrayal hit hard for Alice, and Konrad was now held in a steal cage in Paul’s mansion, being tortured. Against Thomas’s advice, Alice entered Paul’s place ready to plead.
Paul was happy to see her, and though he enjoyed her pleading for her brother's life, it didn't make a difference. In his mind it was a brother for a brother. The fact that he was the one who killed George didn't factor in, he blamed Alice, and this was how he made it fair in his eyes. Alice hadn't expected Paul to really do it, after she had begged he seemed like he was going to let Konrad go. But then he laughed, and in a blur flung a stake lightning fast across the room into Konrad's chest. He turned to ash in seconds. Alice's scream could practically shatter glass. The confused albeit amused look on Paul's face infuriated her. The fight that ensued basically destroyed the whole first floor of the mansion.
The fight ended with Paul pinning her to the ground, grinning like this was some fucked up version of foreplay. Alice turned her emotions off in that moment. A choice she never thought she'd make, but everything was so broken she didn't want to feel anymore. Without the painful emotions, with her humanity she was a different person. Pushing Paul off with enough force to send him flying into the marble staircase, she stood up and brushed Konrad's ashes of her knees. After fixing her hair in the shattered mirror she walked out of the wrecked doorways, and smiled.
Over the next decade she would join a vampire den in Spain. They would end up going on several killing sprees, together. Thérèse the leader made sure to keep it all within the law, though just barely. Apparently murdering a bunch of humans who had no connection to supernaturals was not illegal if you cleaned up your mess. All of Alice’s time was spent indulging in pleasure, blood, and darkness. Paul with all his obsessive and jealous behaviors tended show up every few months, and she and her den would send him packing.
It was 1978 when she left the den out of boredom. She went to Paris, and three days later found herself forced by an old witch named Esme to turn her humanity back on. Esme apparently knew Konrad in prison, and felt it was her mission to make sure the Alice he loved came back. So with her witchy magic, and help from her coven, they flipped Alice switch back on. The resulting flood of emotions crippled her for months. The guilt from slaughtering random defenseless humans, the pain and sadness for Konrad and George’s deaths, knowing that her whole family was gone now, and the pure rage that still burned for Paul....
Esme was a bitch of a witch, but she let Alice stay in her home, and among her village. By 1980, Alice had accepted the death of her family, and the fact she was immortal. The idea of letting anyone into her life, only to see them die was more than a struggle for her. She had grown attached the old witch, and her little grandson Etienne. But she kept her distance from everyone else in the small French village.
A pair of Jager Hunters showed up in the village. No one knew they were Hunters though, and so the village full of blissfully unaware witches catered to the two tourists. It was about a week after the two men left when three witches from the village were found burned on stakes, and Esme’s Daughter Colette was missing. Esme called Rome wanting Guardians to be sent to investigate. Alice stood guard every night for the next week, and then it happened. Fifty or so Jager Hunters showed up in the middle of the night ready to burn down the whole village. Apparently they had tortured Colette, and learned the whole village was made up of witches, and a vampire. Fighting ensued, and Alice killed ten or so of the Jagers before being shot with Hemlock dipped bullet. Thankfully it missed her heart, but she was down and in severe pain until she dug the bullet out.
The hemlock poison made her inhuman abilities and healing factor basically turn off for the time being, so she was bleeding out as she watched hunters set fire to the Village. Guardians thankfully showed up an hour later but there was not much left to protect. Of the hundred or so witches that had lived in the village only about twenty survived, and they were mostly children. Thankfully all the Hunters had been killed by the end of it, except two cowards that ran off half way through. Esme was one of the many dead.
The Guardians went to work cleaning the place up, helping the survivors, and figuring out what to do with all the orphaned witch children. The Leader decided to go after the two runaway hunters. Alice fully recovered in about two days, and little Etienne wouldn’t leave her side. Five days later the small little Village was gone, and in it’s place was a graveyard. Homes were found for the kids, and Alice left with Etienne to live in Brussels.
Life went on, and Alice became Etienne’s adoptive mother. She did her best to give him as normal of a life as possible. But they had to move every five years or so, since she didn’t age, and drawing suspicion was dangerous. She also was afraid that Paul would show up to ruin her life again. They were living in Paris when Etienne turned thirteen, and he claimed the specialization of Intelligere. Thankfully Alice knew a small coven there that was willing to teach Etienne witch craft. His studies had been mostly self-taught up to that point from books Alice had come by.
It was 1992 when they moved from Europe to North America. Etienne was sixteen, and Alice could no longer pass as his mother. So she started being referred to as his older sister. Québec was where they made their home this time. She also promised not to move until he graduated. Her old friend Thérèse showed up a while later. Apparently she was on the run from a Korikov Hunter named Siarhei and needed a place to lay low. Alice didn’t appreciate the visit to say the least, but Thérèse made a blood oath to kill Paul Stuart if she ever came across him in exchange for a place to stay, so Alice obliged.
Etienne turned twenty, and Alice finally convinced him to move away to college and start his own life. He had stuck around for long enough, worried about Alice and lusting after Thérèse the tease. Etienne left for Brown University and just in time too. Siarhei had finally found Thérèse. Korikov hunters tended to fuck everything up, and Alice didn’t want Etienne on their radar. Thérèse ultimately confessed the truth, explaining why a Korikov hunter was so obsessed with her in particular, and why he would cross an ocean and spend four years personally searching for her. She had killed Siarhei’s wife and kids in retaliation for him killing her lover Dominic.
Unfortunately Siarhei was not alone, he had brought along his Korikov brothers, and five Hunter cousins. Alice was now known to them; no doubt they started a file on her. After a few scrimmages here and their Alice sought help from a few different supernaturals she knew in the city; Richard Templeton a Sorcerer, three gorgon sisters, a boggart named Valeria, and an Incubus named Norman Kelly. Thérèse called in favors to a handful of Vampires she knew. Starting a war with the Korikov was never a good idea, but things seemed to be going in that direction.
About a month later Guardians came to know about the storm brewing in Québec, and sent a half dozen Guardians to make sure whatever happened in didn’t happen in front of the Mundane. The Korikov attacked later that week, and both sides in essence lost. On the Korikov side only Sairhei’s younger brother survived. And on the Alice and Thérèse side only they, Richard and two other vampires were left. Alice was fed up with Thérèse selfish recklessness, and so she left her behind. Everyone else also went their separate ways afterwards.
Etienne got married to a fellow a witch in 2005, and moved to Erehwon to start a family. Alice attended the wedding and kept in touch, as she lived nomadically around southern America. In 2016 Paul showed up in Savannah Georgia, asking for forgiveness. Whether he was sincere or if it was another one of his tricks she’d never know. She shot him with a hemlock laced bullet, though she missed his heart, so he was most likely still alive. She left Savannah and moved to Erehwon to be nearer to Etienne. She owns the Treasures of Time antique shop, and lives upstairs.
Father - Frederick Keller - deceased 1941 age 48 Mother - Lucille Keller - deceased 1973 age 75 Older Brother - Konrad Keller - deceased 1965 Vampire age 47 Younger Sister - Wilhelmina Keller - deceased 1941 age 16 Younger Brother - Hugo Keller - deceased 1944 age 17 Ex-Fiancé - Henri Palissy - deceased 1999 age 84
Enemy/Sire - Paul Stuart - Vampire age 409 Mentor/Friend/Lover - George Stuart - deceased 1963 Vampire age 257 (Paul's Half brother) Friend – Thérèse Dubois – Vampire age 261
Adopted Son – Etienne Vasseur-Keller – Intelligere Witch, Age 42 Daughter in Law – Philippa Vasseur nee Terrence – Witch, age 39 Grandson – Stephan Vasseur – Witch, age 10 Granddaughter - Esmeralda Vasseur - Witch, age 8
She speaks German, English, Polish, Hebrew, French, Japanese, and Spanish fluently. And knows some Latin, Greek, Mandrin, and Dutch. She is working on learning Russian at the moment.
Other Appearance: Although he may not look too imposing he somehow manages to give off a very predatory vibe even when he’s not trying. His eyes, unless feeding, are a dull and dark green, his smile rarely seen and too toothy for most when it is. His skin is fairly pale, he doesn’t do a lot of tanning even with his ring, which protects him from the sun. His most noticeable feature is the scar on the right side of his face stretching from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, and old battle wound from the vampire that sired him. He has a naturally woodys smell, like sandlewood and cedar, usually with a hint of whiskey as well.
History: Ivan’s father, Thomas Weston, was a cousin to the Wellesley’s, born into the American sect of the clan of hunters. As a young lad, his father sailed to China to train with members of the Hao family, and while their he became close with members of the Korikov family as well. His father found himself drawn to the more extreme philosophies of hunting that he learned from the Korikov’s, mainly from an Ivan Korikov with whom he quickly became close friends and then brother’s in law when he married the man’s sister. Thomas and Ivan were hunting buddies, together they had trained with a master from the Hao family, hunted supernaturals throughout Europe before Thomas returned to America with his new bride, Ana, Ivan’s sister. Upon returning to America Thomas brought with him all he had learned from Ivan, a more brutal and ruthless way of hunting than what he learned from the Wellesley’s along with discipline and knowledge from the Hao hunters. Thomas quickly left New York, his ways were seemingly too intense for the Wellesley’s there, and headed west looking to establish his family name, amongst the great hunter families, in wild frontier of the new world.
Thomas and his wife Ana settled in a town in Texas where they began raising their two boys, first Samuel and then John, who went by his middle name, Ivan. Thomas trained the boys almost as soon as they could walk, he was as tough as his own father and the Hao masters had been on him. He needed his boys to be strong enough to carry on the family legacy. When their father deemed them old enough, Sam at fourteen, and Ivan at twelve, he began to take them hunting, short trips for weaker creatures and gradually upping the difficulty. In the meantime, his mother had given birth to another sibling, a baby sister named Rebecca. His mother and sister would stay home while his father would take the boys hunting slowly letting them have more and more control over planning and tracking their kills. They began moving from town to town hunting and tracking anything inhuman, and in the wild and lawless west there was never a shortage of supernatural creatures running around.
Things were going fairly well for the Weston family, they were making a small name for themselves, people were starting to come to them for help, they were starting to train Rebecca in the ways of the hunter and his brother had found himself a wife and had a son of his own. It was when a young deputy came to his father asking for help that their fate took a turn for the worst. The man’s town was plagued by an ancient vampire that had taken up residence near there. He left, along with his father and brother to try and track down the vampire. While they found it easy to track and kill the few vampires within the town, the root of the problem, the ancient vampire, remained elusive. In addition to the many fresh vampires they also managed to kill the main vampire’s mate but by the time they had located his lair the vampire was gone.
With no more clues to the ancient vampire’s whereabouts the men returned home. A feeling a of dread was felt by all three men as they approached the house, even the horses were spooked and would only get so close before refusing to continue. The smell hit them before they even opened the door; hot metallic blood and rotten flesh. Inside he found his mother along with his brother’s wife and young son, lifeless and with their throats ripped out. Even worse they found their sister, barely fourteen, had been turned into a vampire for the sole purpose of giving them a message from the vampire they had hunted. “Marius sends his regards.” The thing that wore his sisters face spoke. “You took his family, now he takes yours.” The monster showed her fangs and lunged towards them, the brothers were to shocked to move but their father grabbed the vampire and dragged her, kicking and shrieking, outside into the light of day, tied her to a tree and left her to burn.
After the funerals, Thomas lost himself in drink, while his sons focused all their time and energy on vengeance. Sam and Ivan tortured and killed any creature they could find until they found their way to a vampire called Marius. Sam wanted to wait, develop a real plan but Ivan had never been a patient man. He would go with or without his brother and Sam would not abandon his brother. In Ivan’s opinion Sam was the much better hunter; he was smarter, studied harder, was more cautious while Ivan was impulsive, always rushing into danger. So many times, his brother had saved his hide in battle, and ultimately both brothers impetuously believed themselves, when side by side, undefeatable. The vampire Marius was so much stronger than they planned on, he had more vampire children and they had so foolishly thought they got them all in their previous hunt.
Ultimately, everything went wrong that day, and surrounded on all sides with debilitating injuries Sam chose to do as he had been taught and took his own life rather than be captured by their enemy. Ivan, with his dagger to his own throat knew what he was supposed to do but he couldn’t find the will. He begged to live and in his own sick way Marius honored his request. In a final act of vengeance against the hunter that killed his mate, Marius turned that man’s son into the very thing he hated most. Then, Marius left and lost, hungry and confused a freshly turned Ivan wandered into the night in search of his father.
Ivan was barely able to maintain control when he stumbled into the tavern to see his father, and with one look Thomas knew what his son had become. In that moment, everything Thomas had worked for died, his heirs gone and his legacy destroyed all he could hope to do if ensure that his name would not be tied to a monster. He drew his pistol to shot his son with a hemlock bullet, but Ivan was faster now, he moved just in time and the bullet struck a bystander. The blood from the man’s wound triggered his hunger and drained every man in that tavern starting with his own father, tearing throats out with his bare fangs. In that moment, he had truly lost everything; not only his family but his humanity. Becoming the very monster, what hated most in the world, was too much for him, the guilt of being responsible for his brother’s death, for having fed on his own father on top of everything he lost already, his switch flipped and his humanity was off.
An unburdened Ivan roamed the savage west, joining various gangs of gunslingers and bandits, indulging his every whim, and remaining almost constantly drunk on blood just to ensure his humanity would stay even further from his reach. He became more animal than man, isolating himself from that could connect him, and gleefully hunting other hunters and supernatural creatures indescribably, for the thrill of the hunt as well as to sample new flavors. He went from gunslinger, to bootlegger, to gangster; adapting well with the times but sticking with a life of crime and leaving various bodies along the way. Eventually he found his way to Dragon’s Blood, a drug that was completely irresistible to him. He got the point where he was taking it daily, a DB junkie, until one night he became completely lost in the most vivid hallucinations. Visions of his parents and their utter disgust and disappointment in what he had become. His brother blaming him for his death, for ruining the family name, and for being a coward. Finally, his baby sister crying, screaming, and burning tied the tree. The amount of DB he had taken was more than even he could handle, he spent two days in the worst trip he could imagine only to come out of it with his humanity switched back on.
Centuries of torture and murder that he had afflicted on people came back to him all at once. Every single awful thing he did starting with murdering his own father and the decades of showing no control made it nearly impossible for him to feed without killing. He knew that even with his humanity back he couldn’t be good again, he was still a vampire, a monster, after all. He tried not to feed, eating rats and other animals he could catch in a desperate attempt to fend off hunger but eventually the thirst would win, he would try to feed from a human only to kill them in the process. He was lost and hopeless, caught in a cycle of starvation, weakness, bingeing, and killing until one night he stopped from making a kill by novice Guardian and powerful witch named Amelia. Although Ivan begged her to do her job and end him she saw something in him worth saving and save him she did.
Amelia used her connections to find him a proper vampire mentor, to teach him control and how to get blood bags rather than feeding off a mundane. She brought him back from his downward spiral and for the first time he felt like he didn’t have to be a monster. She became his closest friend in a long time, his confidant, and then, eventually, his lover. For the first time in almost a century he felt like a person, he was able to control himself around people and he started to make connections to people and other supernatural creatures. She even made him a ring so that he could step out from the shadows and walk in the light. He spent ten good years with her, slowly relearning how to be in the modern world, regaining his sanity and humanity, coping with everything he had been through and all he had done. A guardian’s career is a dangerous one, and five years ago, she died in the line of duty.
Ivan clung desperately to stay the man he’d become, a better man, fighting to maintain control, making the impossible choice every day not to flip that switch when all he wanted was to feel numb again. He woke up every day to a world without her in it and tried to do right by her. He tried to be the man she saw as worthy of saving all those years ago, someone who Amelia and the rest of his long-gone family could be proud of but so far, he’s only managed to keep himself from becoming a complete monster. He still sees himself as a coward; he fears becoming close to people, making attachments because of how much loss can hurt. Although he’s been able to refrain from killing he still drinks far too much blood, mostly from blood bags, to dull the pain, and he’s dabbled with dragon’s blood again. Instead of putting down roots and trying again he wanders listlessly from place to place, recently finding a town called Nowhere. What better place for a man who has nothing and who is no one than nowhere.
He knows he’s slipping and he needs to try hard, to find something that can give his impossibly long life meaning but he’s never be able to find the clarity he had when he was a hunter. Back then he felt like a hero, keeping the darkness at bay for the rest of the world. More recently, when he job allowed it, he had helped Amelia in her Guardian duties, feeling a small sense of purpose helping people once again. Hunting, fighting, killing; these were the only things he’d ever been good at but as a vampire he cannot be a hunter, and as a lawless killer he cannot be a Guardian. So, Ivan plans to find himself in Nowhere, searching for something he’s good at, something he can enjoy and find peace in. Keeping busy and trying to stay connected to the world, Ivan is easing himself in slowly, working security and occasionally bartending at the shack.
Family/Relationships: Thomas Weston/Father (Deceased) Ana Korikov/Mother (Deceased) Samuel Weston/Brother (Deceased) Rebecca Weston/Sister (Deceased) Andrew Weston/Nephew (Deceased) Marius/Sire (Deceased) Amelia/Guardian/Lover(Deceased)
Other/Extra: To add to his list of unhealthy copping mechanisms he's taken to using whiskey to quell his thirst, if he can't be blood drunk might as well be regular drunk right? He can't stand the whole maudlin broody vampire troupe so he tends to save that for when he's alone, instead he prefers to deal with his issues as he was raised to, by shoving them down until they explode, and with dark humor.
Other Appearance: In his dragon form he has copper scales running up and down the top of his arms, and the entirety of his legs and torso, with large leathery wings and a tail that reaches 3 feet in length. He tends to carry a scorched black quarter around with him everywhere and his right ear sometimes (often) twitches when he lies. His voice is quite plain, if a little on the deeper end of tenor.
History: Born in 1921, James or as he went by back then, Alexander, appeared to be a normal boy. Well except for the fact that he occasionally had copper scales that coated his arms, legs and torso and large leathery wings growing out of his back. His first cycle saw him excelling in classes especially mathematics and English before beginning to learning carpentry as a career shortly after graduating from high school in 1939. When the United States joined WW2, He quickly enlisted and was trained in time to be sent to the Italian Front where he quickly climbed the ranks to Staff Sergeant for acts of Valor.
In time, Alexander’s squad was relocated to the UK awaiting the invasion of Normandy Beach. It was a nerve racking experience and the wait was terrible too. Landing on Gold Beach was awful, terrifying and would give him nightmares for years to come. The salt in the air. The sound of 155mm cannons pounding the surf and ships around him. The sound of machine guns firing. As the ramp dropped the coppery smell of blood filled the air as people dropped dead. Crawling up the sand, ducking behind tank barricades and into craters from the shelling. It was a harrowing day and he nearly got killed numerous times. Only luck saved him in his mind. As they pushed in on the Western Front, a few dozen miles outside of Paris, tragedy struck out at Alexander as a grenade tore his left leg apart just above the knee.
The mission was a joint operation with a local French Resistance Cell to capture an important town on the way into Paris, as well as gather any intel that might be left behind. Involved with the group were eight individuals in the know about supernatural beings, including an elf, an angel, and a shifter. The mission was a failure, enemy reinforcements had arrived to hold the town and in the chaos Alexander got separated from his unit and was running with the shifter and elf. In the fighting a grenade was tossed into the group, and Alex pushed the others away and was caught in the blast. His left leg was heavily injured and he had caught shrapnel across his body. The Shifter and Elf saw the blue blood of their ally and immediately made a tourniquet to stem the flow of blood. They began carrying him to the car they had stolen and parked outside of the town. They drove to their village where a healer experienced with dealing with supernatural beings lived. It was a struggle to save his life and he fought every hour of every day for the next week. His left leg was removed just above the knee and he would carry scars all across his body for the rest of that life.
Luck again saved his life, but he was upset. Upon becoming stable enough about four days later, they returned him to his regiment. He was going to be sent home, and would be leaving his those he considered brothers to finish the mission. And as expected, the Colonel he was working with thanked him for everything he had done and that he would be going home with an honourable discharge. The ride home was full of regrets and pain.
Getting home was easy, settling back in however was a different story. He was struggling to find work with his mobility issues and fell back on what he started to learn before joining the army, carpentry. He started by building himself a simple prosthetic leg to improve his ability to get from one place to another. Soon he was working towards finishing his apprenticeship with a respected teacher and began to work for himself. It wasn’t always easy, however he made enough money to own a respectable sized house. Ladies weren’t exactly lining up to date the scarred warrior, but he found a few who seemed to try and catch his attention. A small corner of his mind laughed at the idea of dating any of these mundane individual.
As he reached his fifties for the first time, Alexander moved closer to a place he felt at home, the magical community of Nowhere. He wasn’t about to die, and start his next cycle just yet, but he wanted to have plans and a support system in place. It was where his older sister was and she was getting older, and he wanted to be there for when she started her second cycle. He knew he was wearing a bit thin, especially with how he kept trying to push himself and hoped he could last until after his sister was old enough to hold down a job and take care of him when his second cycle started. He had invested wisely though and they wouldn’t hurt for money to take care of each other. He would be a great father when he finally got a chance to have his own, after all, his sister and he had made that an agreement, to take care of each other when they started their new cycle.
Alexander was young the first time he died, for a dragon anyway, at only the age of 71, shedding the pain of his first life in a brilliant blaze. It was April 11, 1992 and he had already told his sister the name he planned on going by the second time around, James. All the “trophies” he collected from WW2 were stored in a locked safe in the basement of the house he had “willed” to his sister. Growing up the second time was nearly as fun as the first time. As his memories started to return though so would the nightmares of what had happened. The beaches of Normandy stained red, the metallic scent of blood. On the bright side, he did great during that part of history class. He decided he wanted to help people this time, but he didn’t want to be a cop, nor did he feel he had the steady hands to be a doctor. He grew up wanting to be a firefighter and it was perfect for him in this life. When a friend growing up mentioned that he did metalwork, James got curious and began to do some reading and eventually gave it a try himself, finding some sort of affinity with it.
Family/Relationships: Mother: Allison Reese (Deceased) Father: Jacob Reese (Deceased) Sister: Ashley Marie Jackson (2nd Cycle age 42)
Other/Extra: Has a few (3) trophy guns from WW2 that were willed to him by “His great grandfather” A P-08 pistol, a Kar98, and a demil-ed MP-40.
He is a protective person, especially of children and those he claims as his family. Attacking them or his honor are the quickest ways to anger him as his honor is another thing he holds in high regard. He enjoys a good laugh and being able to be his true self, with his wings, scales and tail. When not working, he’s often in his forge which he set up in his garage, out in the park exercising, or out checking out fishing spots. He is currently returning from a trip to France, where he went and visited Normandy Beach for the first time since his first life cycle.
