[center][i][u]Hunters[/u][/i][/center][center] [hider=Fenros Digard][center] [url=https://fontmeme.com/calligraphy-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190117/cceaffaa3c4ed0163247644b967255e7.png[/img][/url] [img]https://i.imgur.com/HKRna05.jpg[/img] [url=https://fontmeme.com/calligraphy-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190117/ca1ac46182d3c9db9266ec03abe4f021.png[/img][/url] [hr] [hr] Appearance: Fenros stands at six foot, and weights 250 hundred pounds of muscle. He is solid as a rock from the years of training. He has amber eyes that eerily look like a wolfs. He shaves his head often, He has the makings of a beard but it never grows as he shaves it every other day as well to avoid having hair for witches to take and use against him. His body and face has multiple scars on it from years of fighting, which causes multiple breaks in his thin beard as well. His face is hard, and almost as if he is in constant pain. He rarely smiles and always seems to have slight scowl upon his face. [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/0f3b7f76-c683-4509-8e10-17caa35f116e/dailcpi-2f305b0e-2e85-4efe-b212-a4210e6d829f.jpg/v1/fill/w_1129,h_708,q_70,strp/just_black_and_white_color_by_aenaluck_dailcpi-pre.jpg[/img] The only Armor he wears covers his shoulders and arms, as well as his shins. A thicker leather coat/vest under that. He has multiple pouches where he keeps his supplies. He also always has a necklace with is wife’s ring attached to it around his neck. [hr] Age: 28 Short History: Fenros was born to Selena and Hector Digard, a hunter couple, and like many who group up with hunter parents, he also grew to be a hunter. The Digards were known to hunters throughout the world, for their skill, strength and feats. Hector was a recent legend, being the man who finally killed the last Von’strouss. An ancient witch family that bound powerful demons to do their bidding. Despite the fame, and the money from the hunts, Fenros grew up practicly outside camping and learned survival skills. Like his father and his fathers before him, they were strong. Inhumanly strong due to the blood of a werewolf from his great,great,great,great grandfather. While they can still be hurt by normal weapons, they do heal a lot faster than normal people. Nasty gashes would be healed in a week or so. Silver does burn them, and obviously being stabbed with silver can be deadly depending on the wound. This made them ideal for hunting Witches. But it is also a curse, as they have a dark stain in their blood they have to keep check on their mental stability, While they will never fully turn into a werewolf, they might more easily fall prey to the dark temptations from witches. Fenros also has the ability to talk with Wolves, a trick that has been very useful in tracking witches and not being caught with his pants down. Fenros was a born natural when it came to hunting witches, with the help of his father who was a legend of a hunter himself. Fenros rose to be one of the most feared hunters by witches by the age of twenty five, hence the nickname The Terror of Witches. This drive that lead him to this title was not because he wanted to become the best hunter. It was purely out of revenge and hate. Fenros had a childhood friend who at an early age, figured out his family’s curse. Instead of being terrified, she was fascinated. This only helped them grow closer to becoming best friends, then into a romantic relationship. Fenros and Tanya were married at the young age of seventeen. They were happy and were in bliss for five years, They tried to have a child, but it would seem that Tanya was barren. But by some miracle she became pregnant, and all was going beautifully once again. Till one night. Fenros came home after a short trip to hunt a werewolf, to find his wife gutted and left on the floor of their home. Their baby killed as well with the same wound. Wracked with grief he held his wifes cold body in his arms for hours. He noticed some markings on the ground only after this, instantly he realized that his wife and unborn child were sacrificed...to extend the life of a witch. He tried to look for more clues, Attila sniffed one out already but didn’t disturb her master as he grieved. When he was ready she revealed there was a tuft of hair that was by Tanya that wasn’t hers. Black and grey while hers was strawberry blonde. It would have seemed she managed to yank a chunk of the witches hair out before she was murdered...as she knew Fenros and Attila would find it. Fenros buried his wife and unborn child, and as soon as he was able to pull himself away, he began his hunt for the witch. A day or so later he came upon a castle. Clearly taken over by a powerful witch and her coven, as the undead roamed, guarding it. His rage was building up to this point it boiled over as he charged through the gate, his massive sword drawn and his war cry loud. He didn't care if he was at a disadvantage by doing so. He wanted them to know their death was coming. He fought, with the rage in each swing, killing each foul thing that stood in his way. His blood boiling as his curse granted him strength. The only thing keeping him sane was the thought of avenging Tanya. Several witches stood in his way, The few spells that actually hit Fenros did very little to stop him. His brain seemingly shut down his nerves. He slaughtered. Every. Single. One. Each brutally beaten, hacked. Some ripped apart by Attila, while others by his own hands. After what seemed like hours, he finally made it to the room which the witch was hiding, crushing the heavy door open with a kick.The witch, Ruvina, attacked. But he was strong, Tired from the battles before, he quickly went on the defensive, being driven back by the witch, tossing him around like a Ragdoll. For a few minutes it looked like Fenros would meet his end by the same witch who killed Tanya. She taunted him, explaining what she did to his wife, that she picked her because he killed her sister. She quickly disarmed him, and continued to toy with him. She grew over confident and got too close Fenros, laughing in his face...calling him weak, and how his wife squealed like a pig. His eyes filled with pure fury and hatred. With his arms pinned, he did the only thing he could. He lunged forward with enough force to dislocate his own shoulders and sank his teeth into her throat. Ripping it out. The witch Ruvina’s laugh cut short by the sound of a nasty gargle. Her spell broke, freeing him. Ramming his body into her as she stumbled, knocking her over. As she looked up at him, Terror in her eyes as she saw her throat in his jaws. His fangs now bare, She could see the werewolf in him now. She only thought it a rumor. Fenros spat the witches flesh out onto her. His arms useless at the moment, he re raised his foot and with all his might, stomped on the hags mouth. That same mouth that dared defile his wife's memory. That mocked the both of them. A sickening crunch was all that was heard, as the witches body became still. After standing there, breathing heavily as the fatigue suddenly crashed upon him. He stumbled back and fell against the wall he was once pinned to. After a few minutes he forced himself up yelling in pain, anguish, hatred. He went to the door jam, and after a moment, slammed his shoulders into it one at a time. A loud pop could be heard as he put both of his shoulders back into place. He wiped the blood off his face in disgust. Then he reached into his pack and pulled out a small leather pouch of salt, tossing a lot of it over the corpse. He then smashed the chairs and tables, tossing the wood onto the witch, and tossed a lit oil lamp on top of that. He waited, making sure the body started to burn before pulling a torch off the wall and picking up his sword. As he exited he lit every piece of fabric he could. Smashing any other lamps he found until he walked into the courtyard. Tossing the torch to the side and sheathing his blade onto his back, walking into the night as the castle quickly caught fire. He continued after that, killing as many witches he could find, as well as continuing to hunt werewolves and any other creature he could get his hands on. The wealth of knowledge he gained from his father is immense, and he knows the weakness of just about every fell creature out there. No time for a personal life anymore, he spends all his time hunting. Type of Woman: Elegant, kind, Shy and mysterious. Weapon of Choice (only one): Claymore - Witches Bane The blade stands up to his chest, and is made of silver and Iron carbon composite. Which gives it strength, and makes it extremely effective against werewolf's, witches and dispersing ghosts. The blade is blessed, and has a special device that releases holy oil onto the blade. Created by Bobby, a close family friend. [img]https://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/mods/110/images/3745-1-1323973804.jpg[/img] Pets/Familiars: Large Wolf named Attila, who he raised from a pup 6 years ago. Standing she is almost four feet tall, weighing roughly 100 lbs. She never leaves his side for long. Usually only to go hunting for food or if tells her to stay. She doesn’t like that one bit. [img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQp-t6A6PMMVD3s-POoQ0Gx9nQv_eTbkCY1u-RpLJr4_BiO7AET[/img] [/center] [/hider] [hider=Flint Digard] [center][url=https://fontmeme.com/celtic-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190120/9f7202267c166e138c9ee1682dd96ee6.png[/img][/url] [h2][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIyvu9wetd0&start_radio=1&list=RDFIyvu9wetd0]Theme [/url][/h2][/center] [center][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/0f3b7f76-c683-4509-8e10-17caa35f116e/d83nbor-31295c41-3791-4822-84ad-69e6313d0d9b.jpg/v1/fill/w_768,h_1040,q_70,strp/practice_brush_strokes_by_aenaluck_d83nbor-pre.jpg[/img][/center] Appearance: Not quite as tall as his brother Fenros, he stands at only 5'8" he is also not as massive as him as well, only weighting 200lbs. He wears leather armor, with a red short cloak. Brown trousers, boots and leather bracers. Despite being young, his blonde hair is so light it looks to be silver. [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/0f3b7f76-c683-4509-8e10-17caa35f116e/dbtjdkg-e3b5eec6-2039-483e-86e9-c71da5469f11.jpg/v1/fill/w_752,h_1063,q_70,strp/concept_art_by_aenaluck_dbtjdkg-pre.jpg[/img] Age: 24 Personality:Smart and playful, unlike his older brother he tends to joke around on the job. Though he does know his trade almost as well as Fenros. He is more focused on impressing women though and saving damsels in distress. History: Younger brother to Fenros, he was the runt of the 'litter' so to say, his two older brothers toward over him in height and strength. He is not unlike his Brother Fenros, Skilled at his craft, and the drive to become like his brothers and father and fathers before him. Mostly though as a to get the girls. He learned how to fight with a sword from his father, but he preferred using a Bow. He enjoyed the feeling of making a bullseye from afar. So his father introduced him to an archer, who was also a high priest in the order their family was. He became an apprentice to the archer when he was 10, going to live with him to train more often. It wasn't far from home, so he was able to see his mother and sisters often. He also became an Elder, Like his brothers though never really had an opportunity to use it other to bless oil and the such. During those years he became a master of the bow, able to aim deadly accurately at targets even at 200 yards away. He's not a traditional Bowman either, he has no qualms fighting in a tight area without his sword. He's good with his sword, but he doesn't have near the skill his brothers and father has. Signature Weapon: Longbow He also has a longsword made by Bobby, identical in composition to his fathers and Fenros's. Things they look for in a partner: He loves all women, Shy, strong, slutty or saintly. He finds all of them as God's Masterpiece's. Pets/Familiars: His wolf, Mishka [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c3/05/71/c30571d7bf0ef76f0f5e6153c766572e.jpg[/img][/hider] [hider=Bobby] [center] Robert Flint "Bobby" Appearance: [hider=Bobby] [img]http://orig15.deviantart.net/2b64/f/2013/017/9/7/northland_barbarian__rustic__by_conceptopolis-d5rsrhe.jpg[/img] [/hider] [color=0054a6][h1]"Idjits..."[/h1][/color] Age: 60 Personality: Grumpy hard ass, who dreams of the hunts of the past. Though through his rough exterior he is a softy at heart...though you must really know him to even see that. History:Long story short, Though he would tell you the long story if you asked. Hunted hundreds of witches, werewolves, vampires, trolls, goblins,demons,ghosts, wraiths, wizards, giants, seamonsters.....well you name it, he hunted it. And he was damn good at it. He hunted well till he was in his mid fifties, and finally called it when he fell off a 50 foot cliff, sliding and rolling all the way down and broke most of the bones in his body, his left leg in 5 places. Somehow the old cuss survived. After he healed, he took his money and bought a Tavern in the town of Seren's Folley, and made it into a hunters Den. One stop shop to get drunk, find intel, bounty board, every item you need to hunt what ever you need killin, and a safe house against almost every known monster/ witch. Called [u][i]Witches Paradise [/i][/u]....It was supposed to be Hunter's paradise but he was sodding drunk at the time he had the carpenter made it, and too lazy to change it. Though he says he named it because the building was full of items to send witches to their paradise...Hell basically. He tends to keep every hunter under his wing and make sure they don't take marks over their heads. Bobby has been around...he knows all the major hunting families...even did some hunts with them. He has an amazing memory and keeps a record of Every hunter he meets. He tends to keep in touch with many of them and tends to know the griddy details on many things, well before anyone else does. Signature Weapon: "Betsy" [hider=My Hider] [img]https://www.medieval-weaponry.co.uk/acatalog/G614G-920-1.jpg[/img] [/hider] Things they look for in a partner:Woman who can cook. And put up with him. Oh wait. That's Sophie, his wife. Pets/Familiars: Old Bloodhound that lays in front of the fireplace mostly. [/center] [/hider] [center][i][u]Witches[/u][/i][/center] [hider=Alexina Broadchurch] [url=https://fontmeme.com/celtic-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190119/8fd74ebc39d03b1ee76f3fee6a12682d.png[/img][/url] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/534604138940596234/536123578391724032/image0.jpg?width=414&height=610[/img] Age: 75 looks 25 Description: She is a small but athletic frame. Despite her size of only 5'4" She has a demanding presence. She normally wears clothes less clothing similiar to the pictures below. As she is more comfortable that way but does wear dress's from time to time. She does wear a pendent with a wolf's head on it. Some of the older witches could have sworn there was a matching one just like it. She has a scar over her left eye, a reminder of her fight with Lorelai. Her eyes, normally shift between green and gold depending on her mood. [hider][img]https://orig09.deviantart.net/fb14/f/2012/272/2/7/celtic_girl_by_venlian-d5g9lwp.jpg[/img] [img]https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/009/064/725/large/mariia-loniuk-triss-11-1.jpg?1536395760[/img][/hider] Short History: Alexia was raised in the wild by a witch among the forest animals. She learned how to swim from the fish, sing from the birds, fight like a cougar, stalk like a wolf. She did not grow up with any other child her age...she did however come to watch the kids from nearby villages. Yearning to meet them but scared as well to do so. It was only when she was in her late teens when she worked up the courage to walk among the other humans. Having a strong desire for more, She was socially awkward for sure...but it was exciting. It was short lived as she came to the realization they hunted animals...and people like her. So sheltered was she, that she missed this and on top of that she Witnessed some vile horrors, even sadly experiancing one of them first hand. Perpetrated by the evil hunters. Horrified at what happened she fled back to the wilds to protect herself and her animal friends from the evil humans. while She did understand the need to eat and survive, She did not accept the ways of killing for fun. She has witness the rare few that only take what they needed, and respecting the forest. Those few she spared, but those who did not....never left her woods. After her mother was killed not much longer after that experience. She spent years in the forest alone with only the animals to provide her comfort. Until she was approached by Medusa. She offered her a home and family at her castle. Something she yearned for all these years. A family, people who wouldn't judge her for the way she was. Alexina moved to the castle, and for a few uncomfortable weeks, she couldn't bare to live there anymore. Many of the witches thought her uncivilized... she would only make things worse as she would try to be sociable. But with out any real skills in that department, she flopped on her face many times...often becoming the but end of the joke. She left the castle... but because of her oath to the coven, she decided to stay in the woods surrounding the castle. She soon accepted her outside roll as the guardian of the Forrest...guiding witches to the coven when it arouse. one of these times it a powerful witch named Lorelai. She was different, Alexina's animals told her of a witch on the verge of death. She brought her back to the castle and had her treated, and thankfully she didn't die. Because afterwards, they started to speak...and she treated her like a person. [img]https://i.imgur.com/FepKINh.jpg[/img] The respect given, was only returned even more. Long story short, after a brief time, they became lovers...and Alexina became obsessed with protecting and being by her side. Lorelai loved Alexina, but it turned more for being her close friend. Her romantic views being caught into another witch. Heartbroken But not wanting to lose Lorelai's friendship. She accepted the pain of seeing her with another woman for over a year, till that other witch was killed in a battle in her home castle. Thinking that this would be her chance to be with lorelai again she was happier. Till Lorelai said she might not love again for a while. Her heart fractured, but she held hope...untill the woman slept with her past lovers twin sister...Her heart shattered once again. Lorelai, finding out Alexina found out and was trying to run away, tried to stop her. She tried to comfort Alexina, but she could not, doing more harm when explaining she didn't love her in the same way. And dint try to stop her when she hinted she would just rid of her self. with that final pulverizing blow she decided to kill herself. Only to be stopped/saved by Alice. Who appeared to her. Explaining her true potential and that she was waiting for her. She brought Alexina to the Primordial wilds to help her finish her training...to become like her. After this, she went back...to take back control of her own heart...and crush what hold Lorelai had on her heart. After defeating her, Alexina became a new person. Literally overnight. While she had always been called Strong and confident. She had become more maternal and loving of life. She stopped actively hunting the hunters. But continued protecting her coven with renewed vigor. Protecting her family. no longer was she a butt end of a joke, she had gained respect. She had found love. Though she never told anyone of her experience with Alice, she continued to meet with her in the wilds. As she would not show herself to anyone but Alexina. After Medusa died three years before, she was forced into the position as she was considered the most powerful witch of the coven, she didn't want it but it didn't matter, it was necessity. What she looks in for a Partner: She still is with Alice, but she still desires family. Special Power (only one): The power to shapeshift into any creature, and understand them. Later in life she grew even more powerful than imagined. Having been revealed premortial secrets from her lover. Family Members Names: Only mother: Manda Broadchurch Pets/Familiars: Pet fox [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a2/89/ee/a289ee852f85e3c6f233e0a0491f7b60.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Alice] [url=https://fontmeme.com/celtic-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190119/71d3e393301abb9727221f4becb383af.png[/img][/url] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/0c/90/a60c90a5dd3d6a5b6710115de5b8fdfe.jpg[/img] [img]http://dncache-mauganscorp.netdna-ssl.com/thumbseg/1317/1317128-bigthumbnail.jpg[/img] [h3][color=8493ca]History:[/color][/h3] Alice has been around for as long as anyone would like to remember. She’s been known by many names, and countless civilizations have mistaken her for their goddess of storms and fury. The norse called her Thor, the greeks thought she was Zues, and so on. Her parents abandoned her in the woods when she came into her powers, and the furious witch never forgot that. Condemning mankind for the unreliability of their hearts and crafts the young Alice turned to the Wilds for company. She spent her early years courting nymphs, wrestling with bears, and learning wisdom from dryads. Every so often a hunter would stumble into her grove, and discover just how little mercy the Wilds had to offer. The one hunter that escaped her wrath was Alric Uther. As soon as she laid eyes on him she could sense the man’s deep reverence for nature, and kind spirit. She offered him wisdom, and he accepted it humbly. They spoke at length for many years, and traveled far and wide in defense of the Good in the world. Alice’s rage slowly diminished over these years, as Alric showed her that man could be good, and brave. The spirits called to her one day, a dreadful witch by the name of Baba-Yaga had gone to the Primal Wilds within the Tellurian seeking ascension. With a heartfelt farewell she left the world to hunt the witch, to put her down before she attained enough power to be a threat. [h3][color=8493ca]Personality:[/color][/h3] Alice comes off as whimsical and jaded, and in large part she is, but she’s a steadfast and loyal friend to those who impress her. Disdain for civilization and its taboos and tendencies run deep through the ancient, and she openly scorns the concepts, refusing to wear clothes, hold her tongue, or compromise any part of her behaviour due to social mores. If being old makes you tired, Alice doesn’t show it. She maintains an enthusiasm for life that few young ones can match, as well as an open eyed wonder for the ‘rarer miracles’ like mercy and love. She’s slow to anger, and when you’ve finally roused her ire it’s often fatal, for you and everyone around you. She’s always looking for new additions to her ‘pack’ though, and loves meeting new people. When you’ve seen as much as she has one of the only frontiers left is the human heart, and she’s alway eager to hear a life story. [h3][color=8493ca]What she looks for in a Partner:[/color][/h3] Alice’s whimsy come through the most in how she treats relationships. While it’s rather easy to secure a torrid dalliance with the ancient, it is extremely difficult to maintain her interest. She doesn’t like boring, or negative people, opting instead for marvels of human perseverance. A life mate must be able to maintain a smile in the darkest hours, whether they feel it or not, and save crying for when the shadow has passed. As passionate as the storms she embodies, Alice is a demanding and troublesome lover, but that’s the price you pay for the life of endless wonder and affection she has to offer.[/center] [/hider] [i][u]NPC's[/u][/i] [hider=Clarissa Clearwater][img]http://i65.tinypic.com/apkaok.jpg[/img] Name: Clarissa Clearwater Age: 68 Short History: Clarissa destroyed her town as a baby. Her mother and father were attacked and her inner instincts kicked in. She used her shadow manipulation and sent deadly shadow creatures which she calls Hob-rabbits, a mixed race of hob goblins and were-rabbits. Her town was demolished save for her house and that's when her parents knew she was special. From a young age she was taught to control her powers and so now as an adult she has expert control over her shadows. That doesn't mean she acts like a mature adult. She's beautiful, absolutely stunning and her giggle is said to be enchanting. She's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Type of Man: [color=00aeef]"Hmmmmmmmm.... That's a tough one.... Honestly I want a man to treat me right and to love only me. If he loves anyone else I'll rip out his still beating heart and eat it!"[/color] Special Power (only one): The Power of Shadow Puppeting ~ She can create any object she wishes from shadows and only pure sunbeams can dispell them. She can also make strings out of shadows and use them to string up humans like puppets and make them do whatever she wishes them to do. Family Members Names: Kaleb Clearwater ~ Father Madison Clearwater ~ Mother Pets/Familiars: A Orange, brown, and black spotted Tabby Cat named Precious. Precious can transform into a tiger or any other large jungle cat alive.[/hider] [i][u]Past characters of note[/u][/i] [hider=Medusa Bloodrose] [img]http://i63.tinypic.com/30upklt.jpg[/img] Name: Medusa Bloodrose Age: 85 at her death Short History: Medusa wasn't always how she was; Before her encounter with the elders she used to be pure hearted and kind to everyone she met. She was a healer, a good 'witch' who everyone in town went to get better. She was a friend to all and was trusted by her village to always help those in need. Once she found out about her cheating fiancé she was heart broken and darkness seeped into her heart. The elders were able to communicate with her after that and told her it was her destiny to continue on their legacy of darkness and destruction. So she followed their instructions and she was fully consumed by darkness, her heart becoming as black as coal. She changed her name to Medusa so that no one would ever be able to destroy her power and the mask aided in the destruction of her former identity. She maintains the Bloodrose Garden for which she, and the coven is named. Legends states that each rose is a tortured soul, and that releasing them would greatly diminish her power. Type of Man:[color=ed1c24] "Men are useful for breeding, and little beyond that. My romantic years are long behind me." [/color] Special Power (only one): Communion with the Elders. Medusa recieves messages, and power, from enigmatic entities she calls 'The Elders' she believes they are the malevolent impressions of witches long past. Her power manifests in strange ways, and rarely in quite the same way twice. Family Members Names: James Bloodrose ~ Father ~ Deceased Matilda Bloodrose ~ Mother ~ Deceased Pets/Familiars: A miniature dragon named Geraldt that she's bent to her will and in the case of an attack she can enlarge his size to that of a full size dragon. [/hider] [hider=Lorelai Von'Strauss] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/08/1e/c1/081ec1bfceb4384376b8561af4495ace.jpg[/img] Lorelai Von'Strauss - [color=00aeef][i]"The inferno holds nothing I fear, do you think you do?"[/i][/color] Age:??? Time flows strangly in the abyssal planes of the inferno that Lorelai has often trod. She sometimes fears that her lifespan might not be limited, the idea of an infinite life doesn't appeal to her. She has an almost ageless appearance, but the best estimate would be 20-30 for her apparent age. Short History: Lorelai is from a long line of witches, cultists, and demon worshippers. When her power awoke it was already expected and her mother quickly saw that she had the best tutors and patrons lined up to help her develop her fell powers. Many years later hunters had finally caught wind of the Von'Strauss clan, leading to the destruction of most of her family. Her mother and father burned at the stake, her for being a witch and he for protecting her. Lorelai beared a hatred for hunters that few witches can match. She dreams of the day the last of their kind dies under her boot. Recently she's caught wind of a name, Digard. It seems Hector Digard was the man that burned her parents, he's a skilled hunter to be sure, but like so many hunter clans before them, would soon learn why mankind cling to temples and shrines, it wasn't out of faith. It was out of fear. Lorelai woke in a strange bed, in a strange castle. It appeared she didn't die, that was almost unfortunate. Standing she quickly found her clothes, they had been cleaned. Dressing herself she stepped out of the room and into a lavishly decorated hallway. The decor was undercut by signs of disuse, cobwebs and dust had settled here and there where souls hadn't trod it what appeared to be ages. She felt the draw of a great source of infernal power. It led her through the labrynthine corridors of the castle. Eventually she came to a spiraling staircase and there atop the tower she saw a rose garden. A woman was tending the garden, not just any woman, the mask marked her as Medusa Bloodrose a formidable witch. Lorelai would need her aid against the legions of enemies she'd likely made. [color=f7941d]"I'm Lorelai from clan Von'Stauss, I've come to speak with the mistress of the castle"[/color] She called out. fifty years ago Lorelai is the unspoken 'second in command' of Medusa Bloodrose. It's said that more of her blood is in the caste's walls than mortar, and in the dead of night, if you listen hard enough, the demons bound there will tell you that too. Type of Man: Lorelai prefers the company of women, after suffering so much at the hand of hunters even the faces of mundane men conjure an irrational anger in her. Her ideal partner is one who is loyal and strong, so she never has to fear losing another loved one, and woe to he who harms her love, she's lost enough, and soon you will too. Lorelai lives with one foot in the past, visiting old justice on hunters and mortals alike for the sins of their fathers, it will take a truly exceptional woman to remind her that the past is the past, and her life is worth more than pretty vengence. Family- Disceased with no exception. Special Power: The Infernal Bargain. Lorelai is the last in a long line of witches. As such her blood carries a nobility that demons, spirits, and other eldritch horrors recognize. Over her life Lorelai has made pacts with many of these entities, from the lowly temptation demons to some entities that 'Man Should Not Know'. They're always but a call away, ready to lend their fell power to her own, for a price. Lorelai makes regular sacrifices and observes a long list of bans and ritual behaviors to keep these entities appeased. Her body is frail from the twisted power of the abyss that flows through her, but the real trick to destroying Lorelai isn't simply killing her, it's getting past the infernal lords that first taught man fear. Familiar: Sousiel. Sousiel's an lesser infernal lord that accompanies Lorelai at the behest of her demonic patrons. She serves to ensure Lorelai can maintain her pacts by acting as a secretary of sorts, making sure she makes enough time in each day for the blasphemies required, and serves to facilitate communications her mistress might need with her dark servitors. [/hider] [/center]