Name: Rachel Bromberg

Age: 531

Date of Birth: August 5, 1489

Gender: Female

Where are you from: Ember Grove, by way of Madrid, Spain

Height: Five foot six

Weight: 160 lbs

Hair color: Red

Hair length: Shoulder

Skin Color: Extremely Pale

Eye color: Sea green

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship status: Single

Siblings: None

Parents: Long dead

Pets: Her familiar, a black cat named Schrodinger

Openness to friends: 10

Openness to romance: 6

Likes: Magic, cooking, reading

Dislikes: Rain, technology, being alone

Hobbies: Magical theory, cooking, painting

Skills: Immense magical knowledge, good connections, little wasted energy with spells.

Personality: Rachel struggles with the darkness she has let into her soul on a daily basis, but she still tries to be a good person. Her coven's rules state that there is nothing inherently evil in learning about dark magic, and in certain situations, even its use is acceptable. However, she is a pacifist, having seen far too much bloodshed in her many centuries to resort to violence except to save lives. She has a lingering dislike of the Church, after what they did to her, but can be convinced to open up to priests and the like, should they prove themselves to be good people. She also has a wicked sense of humor and enjoys pranks, and will take any excuse to make a necromancy pun among those who know what she truly is.

History: Madrid in the fifteenth century was a pretty bustling place, and Rachel's parents were influential members of the local Jewish community. Her father ran a small bank- since Judaism had no laws against charging interest, they were pretty much the only people who did so- and her mother worked in a bakery. At the age of ten, Rachel learned she had magic, but kept it hidden, for fear that people would find out. And it was a good thing too, for the Inquisition soon came into being.

And before you ask, she did expect them. She just wasn't able to put her plans into action before she got caught.

She was charged with summoning demons and cursing her neighbors, and while that particular charge was false, admitting to consorting with the dead would be a poor defense so she stayed silent. Her guilty verdict was assured either way. The night before she was to be burned at the stake, Rachel asked for a hood so she could at least not have to see the flames coming for her. The executioner granted her this request, and Rachel made one last gasp attempt to save herself.

The ritual was still half-theory, but it worked, and she managed to transfer her soul into the hood. There was nothing she could do to stop the burning, though, and she was put to the torch. For most people, that was the end of the matter, but there was one little detail they didn't know...

A friend named Jocasta took the hood from the pyre's ashes, and placed it on a fresh corpse in the local mortuary. Rachel was able to place her soul in the new body and return herself to a somewhat living state; though her skin is indistinguishable from a normal mortal, her internal organs have decayed into a mass of rot and her blood is a fetid sludge, though it still works for spells. After she was raised, she left Madrid and began a more nomadic lifestyle. Living in the same place for twenty years without aging a day tends to attract attention, after all. She came to the South in the 1880s, spending time in Georgia and Tennessee. Nowadays, she lives in Ember Grove, owning a small Mediterranean restaurant called La Perra Roja.

Coven: Leader of the Children of the Black Moon

How radical 1-10

Rachel founded the Children several years ago with the intent of providing a place where witches could share any knowledge they wished, even that of the Dark Arts. According to coven practices there is no such thing as a forbidden spell, though some spells should only be used to save and protect life. The coven is barely a blip on anyone's radar outside of Ember Grove, but they have raised a few eyebrows for providing support to Hunters going after a particularly murderous vampire. The Children's relationship with Le Coven Eclaire is a little strained due to their acceptance of dark magic, but Rachel tries to keep tensions to a minimum.

Goals: Promote magical knowledge

Skill Level: Advanced

Other: Rachel still has a tiny sliver of her soul in the hood (which has been refashioned into a purse), just to anchor herself to the mortal plane in case things go wrong.

Every year, on September 23 (the anniversary of her burning and Jocasta helping her come back), Rachel and the long-dead Jocasta have a girl's night. One year it's at Jocasta's home in Heaven, the next in Ember Grove.

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Sean Stone
Age: 26
Date of Birth: 3 October 1993
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Tampa, Florida

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6ft
Weight: 185
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Fair, slightly tanned
Eye Color: Brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Associates include Operation Humanity members and one stubborn witch in hiding by the name of Amna Ismat
Siblings' Status: Only Child
Parents' Status: Alive
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 6
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 4

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
Three minimum.
✡ Saving lives
✡ A challenge whether it's healthy or not
✡ Steak…
✡ Studying everything Hunter
✡ Having a mission
✡ A good joke here and there
Dislikes:
Three minimum.
✡ Negative Actions of the supernatural
✡ Failing to save a life
✡ Not being prepared
✡ Wasting Time
✡ Bickering
Hobbies:
Three minimum.
✡ Eating Steak
✡ Planning his next move
✡ Shooting at the range
✡ People watching
✡ Exercise
Skills:
Three minimum.
✡ Highly observant of his surroundings (for his own wellbeing)
✡ Keeping Secrets/Telling a Lie
✡ Being a distraction

》P e r s o n a l i t y
Sean is a bit of a mystery to most who know him. Old friends, work colleagues, and even family. One thing most could agree on was that he was highly driven. When Sean set his attention on a task, he stuck to it like an obsession. Saying he's a workaholic would be accurate.

Sean often finds it hard to relate to others in his life that have experienced hardships. He can see the difference in the eyes of those who have lost so much to the supernatural and his own. Unlike some of his peers, Sean doesn't hold some vendetta or is out for revenge. He hunts the supernatural to protect those that are unable to defend themselves. His reasoning allows him to keep a level head in a fight with any foe, but his weakness is that he finds it hard to believe all supernatural are evil, especially recently. Seeing supernatural creatures showcasing a moment of humanity cause him to hesitate in acting against them. At the same time, he doesn't negotiate with any supernatural that chooses to live what they may deem their natural lives which may, in turn, threaten the lives of humans. After getting a kill, one might notice a sliver of remorse in his body language. His job is his duty. He doesn't enjoy having to go so far, but he knows he must for the creatures of the night are relentless.

Sean is not a fan of two things, bickering and wasting time on trivial matters. He would much rather give up on an argument than continue on and is straightforward with most things. He's not the most open about all his methods but is willing to share enough in order for his team to succeed. For instance, he doesn't share his supplier or the contents of the supernatural drug he uses to grant him an edge in battle, but his close colleagues are aware he's taking some kind of performance enhancer. He tells people what he thinks they need to know, but only that.

》H i s t o r y
Sean was born to a normal family with a fairly normal upbringing. He was just an only child who had the dream of becoming a police officer and was set on the path after he and his mother were rescued after a car accident that left their vehicle turned over after going off the road. It actually hadn't been an officer, but just a man who had witnessed the accident. With both of them safely removed from the vehicle during their time in need, Sean learned two things. He wanted to be like that man and help others, and much later he realized, you didn't need a badge to do just that.

At the age of 17, he enlisted in the United States Army for two years active duty as a military policeman. His main motivator for serving was to two fast track himself into the police academy. When he was nineteen and a summer away from going for the police academy, he found himself in a situation that he would never forget. His friend Keith had been a guy he had always gotten along with since the two met at a shooting range as teenagers. Their fathers were familiar with each other, but the young teens became the best of friends, bonding in their enjoyment of firearms. Keith didn't join the service and at one point was a bit distant, but the two had taken an evening to hit up a beach party in Clearwater. It was a good time until the later hours. There were about a dozen people drunkenly laughing and vibing when a snarling stage D vampire walked up onto the scene. One man was immediately grabbed a bitten when he approached the creature thinking it was some junkie. Keith was the only one who knew any better. Sean attempted to draw on the creature, but only got one shot to land, a shot that was easily ignored as it approached. While confused as to how something so frail looking could shrug off a 9mm at point-blank without so much as a flinch, Keith moved in front and fired two shots to the creature's chest and dropped it. Same caliber, practically the same pistol. The two then fled the scene while Keith made some odd phone calls. Keith had attempted to talk Sean down during the ride back to Tampa, but he had seen too much and wasn't going to let it go. Keith took him to his place and eventually explained.

Keith was in the family business of killing vampires. They were a small group that was located in the Tampa Bay area. Keith's family had been working in the area for several years. Keith was reluctant, but Sean was persistent. The more he learned about vampires, the more he wanted to go out and stop them. To him, they were the true criminals that never got caught. An enemy to humanity. Sean traded police academy in for some training and hunting with Keith. The two made a great team, but Sean felt they should be doing more. Playing more offensively. He went on hunts Keith wasn't comfortable with, he investigated vampire clans for hours on hours. Sean solving cases and killing vampires for sure, but he was also struggling with money. Keith's family was fine with helping Sean a bit, but it was barely enough. He had heard of Operation Humanity from Keith once but was told he was better off just quitting than going to them. He almost thought of quitting and getting an actual job, maybe even the police force.

In his time of considering, he came and Operation Humanity had wound up hunting the same suspected vampire in Georgia. Sean had a hunch that he was hunting a stage D vampire, due to the state of its victims. When Sean went head to head with what was a lycan and his soon to be victims, he found himself ill-prepared. Not only did the beast incapacitate him with a swift backhand into a tree, but it attacked the victims who cried out in response. Sean passed out before he snapped back awake to the sound of automatic gunfire. He found the lycan riddled with silver bullets. Sean would have died that night if Operation Humanity hadn't been there. He was devastated by the loss of life that occurred that night due to not being prepared. That was the same night they recruited him and opened his eyes to knowledge of lycans and witches as well. He joined a team dedicated to eradicating a savage werewolf pack in Georgia and learned to hunt the new deadly foe. If only his first encounter with a witch would have been the one to be straightforward.

Sean had gotten word that there was a witch coven operating within Atlanta, and though it wasn't in his scope, the man moved to raid the coven. To his surprise, what he found was not three ghoulish pale-skinned women huddled around a sacrificial child, but a family birthday party. He was sure they knew what kind of man he was, but he fled the scene before they could have a chance to act. That was the first night he questioned hunting. Operation Humanity had not yet tasked him to kill any witches, but what if they eventually did? He'd have to kill creatures that looked like people? It troubled him until he was assigned to hunt a small coven dabbling in necromancy.

When he was readying up for his next assignment, Sean was visited by a woman… One of the witches from the birthday party he had barged into. She wanted to hide her family from her coven. In exchange she provided Sean with a potion known as Iblis Blood. The relationship was strictly business until the woman passed. Instead of giving up on the potion, Sean had instead decided to make the witch's daughter Mia keep the deal he and her mother made. He is stationed at the Operation Humanity base outside of Ember Grove and often sleeps there.

》G r o u p
Operation Humanity

》P r e f e r r e d W e a p on (s)
Rifles, pistols, proton dual blades, and a trusty baseball bat.

》C o m b a t S k i l l s
Three minimum, five maximum.
✡ The use of all manner of firearms. Always open to get his hands on a new toy.
✡ Can use his surroundings and be innovative in combat
✡ Proficient in the use of two short swords, but not preferred
✡ Does not fight fair. Will use any advantage or tools available to win.
✡ Uses a black baseball bat that has been enchanted with an intermediate level protection spell that activates when it strikes the target of protection twice. It only works on one target at a time and its range is only as large as a single room.

》E x p e r i m e n t?
Uses an experimental drug concocted by a witch that secretly provides it to him. The drug known as Iblis Blood grants Sean with the ability to activate and deactivate a temporary boost similar to but greater than an adrenaline rush, but on command. Iblis Blood can be consumed as a deep red liquid, but Sean takes it as a gel tablet to keep his doses standardized.

Risk of heart attack if activated 6 times or for over an hour without deactivation
If used beyond the healthy limits, Sean becomes extremely fatigued for up to four hours
Needs to consume it daily for it to work daily. May be addicted, but he would never admit it.

》W e a k n e s s e s
Three minimum.
✡ Becomes very paranoid when he feels like he's not in control of a situation
✡ Underestimates himself without Iblis Blood which negatively impacts his combat performance
✡ Little to almost no experience combating witches.
✡ Can hesitate when killing a creature if they show a great deal of humanity.

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》B a s i c s

Full name:Lupin Jean Chevrolet
Age:122
Date of Birth:January 4th, 1896
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Langres, France
》A p p e a r a n c e
Height:170 cm
Weight:54kg
Hair Color: Graying, originally Black
Hair Length: Short and cropped
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Golden
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None
Detail your werewolf form: His Werewolf form shows the same graying fur as his normal self, otherwise nondescript.

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality:Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower
Any pre-determined friends?: WIP
Siblings' Status: Dead
Parents' Status: Dead
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?:9 - Lupin is rather friendly...
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:1 - ...But his private life is another matter...

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Hearty Foods
✡ Fine Wine
✡ The Forests
✡ Good stories
✡ Farmers
✡ Discipline

Dislikes:
✡ War
✡ Might Makes Right
✡ Cruelty
✡ Deep Frying
✡ Silver Cutlery
✡ Pride

Hobbies:
✡ Hunting
✡ Cooking
✡ Reading
✡ Wood Carving
✡ Teaching

Skills:

✡ Iron Will - Come hell or thunder, he will not cower before anything, be artillery or monsters. Not even grievous wounds. His discipline is so intense he is capable of grabbing silver in his claws and shattering it (at the expense of burns). He also has good control of his wolf form, on par with a pureblood as a result.
✡ Marksmanship - After suffering on the receiving end of sniper warfare during his stint as soldier in WWI, Lupin has taken to himself to learn the deadly discipline of sniping to heart. It also offers the bonus of fresher and cleaner kills when hunting.
✡ Gourmet - Years of refining his taste and smell make him be able to discern the most subtle hints in food, which helps his cooking
✡ Military Training - He's an ex-soldier, baptised in fire, and he knows his craft well.
✡ Tracking - Years of hunting prey in the forest made him a superb tracker.

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

Lupin is often a man of simple aspirations and goals, wreathed in world wisdom whom he is eager to share, and always willing to soothe the weary with his words and food. A stoic individual who aspires to be a man of Aristotelian virtue, he rarely chooses to take confrontation stances, and prefers to appease rather than fight. While many scoff this as sign of weakness, those who know Lupin better often tell that it's easy to confuse his restrain for cowardice. Those who are the closest to him have heard glimpses of his past life. A past matted with so much blood, violence and madness that drove the poor man sick of it all. His smile, in the end, betrays a deep sorrow at the blows received in life which he never quite recovered from.

His hobbies are fairly mundane and down to earth. Hunting and cooking, part of the cycle of living beings, are two things he likes to do and perform with care. Doing a sloppy work is a disservice to the lives sacrificed for nourishment. In a sense, he's quite cynical about the fact the world is full of killing, and it will never stop as long as people and supernatural creatures draw breath, but that doesn't mean one has to get drunk on it. Moderation is the key.

Rarely, someone who doesn't stop at the warnings he kindly dispatches, draws his ire. In those few instances he deems violent action to be a necessary deed, he's outright unrelenting, because if one has to do something that he doesn't like, better being so throughout it won't be needed twice.

》H i s t o r y

Lupin was born near a forested area of France. His family took the fact that there had been a wolf attack to livestock and his clear golden eyes as a sign to choose his name (for Lupin means "related to wolf"). While he experienced some amount of bullying due to some ill-fated naming, young Lupin had a relative normal childhood. He liked particularly going into the woods to think and find himself at peace.

The young boy grew into a young man of humble virtue, and as a teenager he had a sighting of a misterious red-haired waif in the forest, washing her face by a nearby stream. While the first encounter didn't last long, it had a lasting impact, and both teenagers eventually would meet in the same clearing to talk, chat and just in general laze and goof around. Her name was Claire, and she had a gentle demeanour, albeit a bit clueless about the whole world. Lupin found it all charming, that and her mystery. He never knew which family of the town she belonged to, but she was certainly eye-catching.

Yet the gears of the world do not stop. Days after he proposed to her with a bouquet of flowers from the forest, the duty of the country called. The War to end all Wars, they called it. He was drafted and shipped, and landed in a certain stretch of trenches which apparently was not that active at first... The name: Verdun.

Lupin's memories are a vague haze of the madness that followed. Constant fire, rains, wounds, disease. New and terrible weapons. Losing barely known faces to gunfire. Becoming wounded. Becoming maimed. All for a small muddy stretch of ruined soil. This... this was the madness of the world at its finest. Lupin braced himself, and with no small amount of luck, managed to outlive the offensive. It came at a terrible cost. He would never walk. One of his eyes would forever be clouded. His innards ruined, and his left arm crippled as well. More like a man, he was half of it.

But he yearned, he clung onto hope he'd see his sweet Claire once again. And so he did. Claire didn't look like she had aged much, but he looked a different person altogether. Broken in tears, Claire was aghast. How could anyone be so wickedly cruel, she did not understand.

"It's the way of the world. Nothing we can do about it." Lupin said, full of sadness. It was the last straw. Claire's will broke, and the truth gushed forth like a flood in between sobs. She confessed what she was in truth, and how she had missed him, and in the end, she gritted her teeth and gave him the curse, so he could walk and embrace her once more, consequences be damned.

He spent a fair amount of time bedridden, pain like fire searing his now regenerating parts. Eventually he managed to muster enough strength to walk. He was drawn by an unseen call to the forest. He understood this was probably his inner beast reacting to something. The alpha was calling, he surmised. And he'd answer.

What awaited him was the mangled corpse of his beloved, her face savaged beyond reason, and innards split open, while her dainty figure was nailed to a thick tree. Lupin roared and howled, unable to contain the grief and anger. A voice came from the forest.

"This was her punishment for breaking our oath of secrecy and turning a cripple into kin. What a disappointment of a daughter. But I will offer you a chance. Kneel and you will be spared." said the mysterious, bestial being.

"Never." Lupin was beyond reason, and even if the alpha's powerful mind and attraction tried to restrain his judgement, he managed to shrug it off.

"Then your life and that of your closest of kin will be forfeit." An eerie farewell followed. But deep in Lupin's mind, the fires of hatred and revenge burned bright. He reached his own home, and without any second to waste, he burnt his own hands by manipulating every single silverware he could find and turn it into silver weapons. Without saying a word, he weighted his weapons, and fortified his home against the entire pack of werewolves.

Entry points were trapped with wire. Stakes with silver tips were placed in booby traps. The keen senses of the werebeasts allowed them to overcome some, but as soon as they broke a door, Lupin's guns opened fire on the beasts, causing them swift death. In the end, only the Alpha remained, who launched a desperate attack at him, fueled by rage and pride.

But rage and pride did not stop a gun aimed at his face. Lupin was swift, he was brutal, and he was throughout. His relation with the creatures exposed, he packed up and migrated to a new place, in order to quell the ghosts of his mind. Only the forests and cooking seemed to soothe his scarred mind, so he settled to create a restaurant. Little by little life came back into his soul, and he relocated with his new food processing skills to Ember Grove, where he hoped to create a small refuge against the madness of the world.

A refuge known as Clair de Lune, paying an homage to the one woman he truly loved in his life. It's a food truck for now, though.



"It's a tough and mad world. We gotta keep our heads cool and above the madness, don't you think?"

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》P a c k
None currently.

》P u r e b l o o d?
He is an Omega, although he has resisted the allure of at least one Alpha and killed him.

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》Coven
N/A

》Skill Level -
Advanced

》Spell Specialization -
Healing | Telekinesis | Tracking

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Felix Belleville
Age: 28
Date of Birth: 18/08/92
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: London, UK

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6’ 1 1/2”.
Weight: 15 stone.
Hair Color: Brunette.
Hair Length: Short.
Skin Color: Caucasian.
Eye Color: Green/grey.
Tattoos, Piercings, etc. e.g., skin markings: The Belleville mark




》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: tbc
Siblings' Status: Only child.
Parents' Status: Deceased.
Pets: Like all Belleville, Felix has a matagot called Reine.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 8
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 8

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Nature and the outdoors
✡ Swimming
✡ Books
✡ Chick-flicks
✡ Cats
✡ Chocolate
✡ A drink… or two… fine! A few.
✡ Adventure and exploration
Dislikes:✡ The cold
✡ Politics (both human and supernatural)
✡ Hunters
✡ Private collectors
✡ Ember Grove...
Hobbies:✡ Swimming
✡ Travelling
✡ Reading
✡ Gardening
✡ Baking
Skills:
✡ Green Fingered - Felix has a way with plants and has always outperformed his peers at plant-based spells.
✡ Hereditary Healing - The Lessoins bloodline is a lesser branch of the Éclairé family tree and descends mostly from European kitchen witches and folk healers.
✡ A Way with Wards - The Lessoins line strategically intermarried with the Boucliers, powerful ward warlocks to become the Belleville family. Their combined talents of healing and shielding made the family, the traditional guardians of the Éclairé estate.

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
A loved and happy-go-lucky child, Felix has changed in recent months. His upbringing lead to a worldly curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. He was a confident but polite boy able to charm many and older witch with a smile and dimples. His education in England also provided a chance for him to let go and experience getting lost in the Scottish Highlands, finding many underground London bars and waking up in the bed of many a random guy.

This more carefree side became a persona Felix loved and led to his current situation. However, the darkness from his parents’ deaths and the unsaid implications grip his gut and lurk in the shadows of his mind. The trusting open book from before has gone and the quest to discover the truth behind his coven is consuming. He’s no longer the happy carefree Felix inside, but you’d never notice because, whilst never the best at illusion spells, he never lets his facade down.

》H i s t o r y
Born to Marie and Christopher Belleville, Felix was sent to Europe at an early age as tradition dictated. He was sent to England, as his father was, learning many hedge witch magicks and gaining real insight into inter-coven politics. As a Belleville he was expected to study finance or biochemistry to ultimately work home in Baton Rouge and protect the archives, but Felix had other ideas after travelling all around the UK. Studying anthropology and geography m to feed his passion for travel, he had his heart set on becoming a seeker, not an archivist. What could be better than travelling the world in search of knowledge?

Coming out as gay was never an issue in the witch community but against his mother’s wishes, Felix began a tour of Europe post-university. The rift was only healed when his father brokered an agreement that Felix could start seeking if only he returned to England to complete his teacher training to give him a profession he could travel with. Felix did so with enthusiasm and has relished the last 5 years travelling the globe and assisting his mother and father with their own pet projects as well as his own seeking. Yet that all came to a halt a year ago.

Both planes carrying his parents on their way to visit him disappeared into the ocean. This caused Felix to breakdown and retreat into his family home back in BR. It was there, sorting through his parents’ extensive collection that he discovered the truth behind his mother’s research. Certain elements within the coven had been using her research into combining biothaumaturgy and modern science to experiment in creating chimera and homunculi. Appalled at the revelation, his parents were on their way to Switzerland to petition the All Mother, when the tragedy struck. Felix’s initial suspicion had been directed at either vampires, werewolves or more likely hunters, but suddenly he found himself no longer able to trust his own coven.

His suspicions were all but confirmed when he was ‘promoted’ to lead his own archivist mission to chronicle the history of an unknown town in Carolina. He has lived with his cousins, Violet and Rose, in Ember Grove for nearly six months now.

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Liam Donovan
Age: 33
Date of Birth: 12/13/1986
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Las Vegas

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6’2
Weight: 185lbs
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length:Short
Skin Color: Light tan
Eye Color: Light brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:
left sleeve
right sleeve
back right shoulder
Detail your werewolf form: In his werewolf form Liam stands just under 7', with bright red eyes, a large muscular build, and teeth and claws sharper than any knife.

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: Older Brother, deceased
Parents' Status: Mother, dead. Never met his father.
Pets: none
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 10/10 for a fling, 4/10 for anything requiring commitment

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Bourbon, well just about any alcohol really but bourbons always been a favorite
✡ Thrill seeking, anything to give him that surge of adrenalin, barroom brawls, ridiculously spicy food, crazy roller coasters, gambling, and most of all…
✡ Motorcycles, his baby and one true love is his bike and the freedom of an open rode
✡ The great outdoors, a love of just about any outdoor activity, hiking, camping, kayaking, hunting, running free as werewolf under the moonlight
✡ Adventure, seeing new places, trying new things, meeting new people

Dislikes:
✡ Confinement
✡ Vampires, scum of the earth
✡ Cats, and they hate him too
✡ Boredom and Stagnation
✡ Being alone

Hobbies:
✡ Smoking, nearly constantly
✡ Drinking, gambling, barroom fights, anything that blows off steam
✡ Motorcycles, working on them and riding them, for Liam this is the ultimate rush and feeling of freedom


Fears:
✡ Death by silver
✡ Failing the pack
✡ Loss of freedom

Skills:
✡ Werewolf, as an Alpha wolf he is strong, fast, and maintains a heightened sense of smell and awareness even in his human form. In his werewolf form these strengths are only intensified.
✡ Good at fixing things, has worked on and off throughout his life as a mechanic
✡ Combat training, some from his time in the army and a great deal more on the streets

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

Liam has always had a hunger for adventure, having grown up moving around so often he now gets anxious when he’s been in one place for too long. One thing Liam hates, almost as much as vampires, is boredom. He has always been a thrill seeker looking for a rush of adrenalin and has very little patience for anything that’s not immediately exciting or fun. He’s got a quick temper, and enjoys a good brawl, but if the argument isn’t all that serious once he’s had a good fight, he tends to get over things pretty quickly but for more serious slights he can hold a grudge for eternity. He’s loud, confident, and friendly towards most. While he sees werewolves as far superior to humans, he doesn’t harbor any ill will towards them, most of them are quite fun to be around after all.

Becoming a werewolf and then an Alpha changed him considerably, for most of his life he’d only had to worry about himself but Liam has grown to become much more selfless. He has never questioned his loyalty to pack and fellow wolf, they immediately became more of a family to him than he’d ever had before. To those who have his loyalty and respect he would go to hell and back for, but should anyone break that trust they would likely never regain it. To those on his good side he is warm and friendly, and this demeanor carries over to most strangers as well. Those that cross him, however, are subjected to the rage and brutality of the beast within. Liam is ruthless towards his enemies especially those who threaten his pack. Mercy is not something one can show in times of war, and with werewolf existence threatened on so many fronts they are all in a constant war just to survive. Liam never sought out leadership, being an Alpha was something that was thrust upon him, but it is a responsibility he accepted, and the one thing he takes absolutely seriously. He carries the burden of every death within his pack, every loss is like the loss of a brother or sister.

Although Liam is a prideful man, when it comes to pack matters he will always listen to any input the others provide. He doesn’t believe in forcing another to his will but those who abandon the pack are not welcomed back. He believes in hard work, training, and values strength in himself and those around him but balances this with blowing off steam whenever possible. While he wants his pack strong, he also wants them happy, morale is just as important as training. Liam looks at the world with a sense of extreme optimism, believing that with enough good wolves at his side they can accomplish anything.

》H i s t o r y

Liam was born in the city of sin, Las Vegas, the second son to poor working mother with a father who was never in the picture. Young Liam never had a chance to really indulge in the city’s vices though, as at the age of seven his mother died of an overdose and he had his older brother were sent to live with his mother’s brother in Alaska. His uncle raised and trained sled dogs and he and Jack, his older brother by three years, had a great time exploring the forests and getting into to trouble. After about five years his uncle decided raising kids wasn’t really his thing and the two boys bounced around through the various homes of relatives that would have them until eventually, they ran out of those and ended up in foster care. Liam and Jack moved around too much to really have close friends in the various homes, so most of the time all they really had was each other. The constant changing of schools made it difficult to do well so more often than not they skipped out on going and instead entertained themselves by getting into trouble.

As a teenager Liam struggled to do well enough in school to able to graduate, not wanting to end up stuck in a life he hated, which is how he saw many of the adults around him. Jack on the other hand gave up on trying, falling into a local street gang and eventually drifting away from Liam once Jack was old enough to drop out of high school. Only a few days before his seventeenth birthday his brother died of an overdose, although in all truth Liam felt that he had lost Jack long before that. Eventually, he just barely managed to do well enough to graduate, a task that was difficult not because he lacked smarts but due to the constant shifting from school to school.

After high school Liam enlisted in the army, mostly out of boredom and a need for a change of scenery. He knew college wasn’t for him; he barely managed to graduate high school and certainly didn’t have the money nor the desire for any higher education. After four years though he was done, he quickly figured out army life wasn’t for him either, too much structure, too many rules. His time there though, was valuable, he was no longer a scrawny teen but a muscular young man and with several new skills. Ultimately, while it was exciting at times, he didn’t find whatever he was looking for in the army. From there he bounced around from city to city, until he found himself at a biker bar in Chicago. Here he stuck around for a while, bought himself a Harley and started prospecting to join the club. He liked the bikes and the illegal activity brought some needed excitement into his life.

Liam was on a long ride with the club on a poorly lit road that twisted through the woods one night when out of what seemed like nowhere one of the other guys was thrown off his bike. The funny thing was there had been nothing in the road for the guy to hit, something had sped through the woods and knocked the guy off. Something they couldn’t make out in the darkness dragged the guy screaming into the woods. Liam and the others had stopped, guns went off, and amongst the gunfire and the screams he had no idea what was going on. Then, something bit him. He could feel huge teeth digging into his skin and he tried to fight back ripping handfuls of fur from the creature before being thrown into the woods.

He woke up weak, in pain, and covered in blood. Liam found just enough strength to stagger through the woods until he found a stream but lost consciousness again before he could even drink from it. For the next five days he fell in and out of consciousness, occasionally drinking from the stream to keep himself alive. On the rare moment where he awoke lucid enough to think he couldn’t gain bearings enough to find the road. Everything hurt, he could barely stand and even if he could figure out which direction to go he doubted he could walk it. Every time he passed out he doubted he would wake back up again. Then one night he awoke to pain worse than he’d ever felt, his entire body contorted in ways he didn’t even know were possible. He screamed as he looked up at moon and to his complete horror his scream turned into a howl. He remembers the change, what it felt like, seeing himself reflected in the stream mid transformation and the unnatural hunger that sized control of him.

Liam doesn’t remember what happened after that, only that he woke up again covered in blood, but this time it was not his own. He quickly realized he was not alone in the woods. Faces he had never seen but that were, somehow, familiar to him watched. They offered him new clothes, to replace the ones lost in transformation, and water both to drink and to wash the blood from himself. His injuries from the attack he’d been though days ago were now gone, and he felt stronger and better than he’d ever felt. Liam didn’t question any of it; somehow it all felt right. Once he had dressed, their leader emerged, a man to whom he felt an overwhelming sense of loyalty despite the fact that he too was a stranger. Then Liam learned what had happened, he had been bitten by a werewolf. The pack had bitten all of the men he’d been riding with, but the other four had died, and Liam had been called by the moon to the Alpha who bit him. Within the pack he found what he had been looking for, he found where he belonged.

Liam welcomed the change, being a werewolf had made him stronger, better, and the pack became the family he never had. The pack welcomed him as well, he was a wolf now, he had been strong enough to survive and so they welcomed his addition. He stayed with this pack for the next five years, the longest home he’d ever really had, and loved every member of the pack as if they were his own blood. They trained him, taught him to control his wolf and of the dangers of their enemies; hunters, witches, and the most hated of all, vampires. Although he’d never met a vampire upon learning of their existence it was like something in him instinctively hated them. His instincts proved to be right because it was vampires that slaughtered his pack.

One dark night, as his pack gathered in the woods for a bonfire, the Alpha was shot, and fatally wounded. Gunfire shattered the usual peace of the forest, and several others were shot with silver bullets mid transformation. Chaos broke out as werewolf and vampire fought to the death. In the end three wolves were left standing, while their Alpha lay clinging desperately to life, refusing to allow himself to be killed by vampires. The Alpha made one final request of Liam, to kill him, to take up the mantle of Alpha in his place, and to not let those who survived be left without a pack. Liam carried out this final request, killing his Alpha with his own claws, and the second his eyes glowed red he felt an incredible weight transferred to his shoulders. Liam then took his oath one step further, seeking out other wolves left without pack by vampires, recruiting them and giving them a new sense of community within his own pack.

Slowly their numbers grew, and his first attack was planned. They went after the clan who had attacked his pack, ruthlessly killing every vampire involved with that clan. Although it was technically a success, many wolves lost their lives in the poorly planed attack. Liam found leadership difficult, he had never been a strategist, and although every wolf in his pack was willing to die for their cause, he felt the weight of every life lost under his command. They pressed on, replenishing numbers and expanding their cause to include those who sought vengeance against hunters and witches. His pack waged war on every enemy to werewolves, and expanded further to include humans seeking revenge against a shared enemy. He vetted those who wanted the strength to take on vampires, and those he deemed brave and loyal were bitten and welcomed into the pack, if they had the strength to survive the bite. Liam and his pack live as nomads, traveling through cities and towns seeking out their enemies.

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》P a c k
Alpha of Vagus Lupi

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten, 9 years ago and became an Alpha 4 years ago.

》B a s i c s

Full name: Noah William Beaumont
Age: 27 technically, eternally 22
Date of Birth: Febuary 11th
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’9
Weight: 165lbs
Hair Color: Red
Hair Length: Medium, shaggy
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Green
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None, his scars were healed when he was turned.

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: Thought to be dead, although his youngest sister is Angel Beaumont, a hunter.
Parents' Status: Both dead
Pets: none
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 7 with other vampires, 1 with anything other than a vampire
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 3

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Indulging his whims
✡ Destruction
✡ Listening to stories

Dislikes:
✡ Daylight, he finds it incredibly irritating
✡ Humanity
✡ His own, broken, mind

Hobbies:
✡ Hunting and Killing
✡ Reading
✡ Torment the human blood slaves

Skills:
✡ Very high tolerance for pain
✡ Ruthless and headstrong, Noah is not easily swayed from his goals
✡ High endurance

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
Little remains of the person Noah once was, the amount of physical and emotional torture he received before being made vampire has broken down and reformed him into a monster. Noah acts selfishly, fueled only by his own desires, often times these desires line up with the clans so in most instances this works out for them. He wants deeply to be accepted as a vampire, trying to wash himself of his humanity with constant blood drinking until it’s but a distant memory. He has no empathy for humanity, they are but cattle for the vampires, the ultimate apex predator. Towards other vampires he feels a deep-seated need to be accepted, wanting their approval, craving it almost as much as he craves blood. He despises being alone, so much of his time as a human captive of vampires has made loneliness almost unbearable to him. His outgoing nature remains, he is friendly and chatty with other vampires, enjoying hearing the stories from the past older vampires have to tell.

He is cruel to his prey, enjoying toying with them, hunting and stalking them until their blood is made even tastier with fear and adrenalin rushing through it. His self-control is poor, still a young vampire Noah is prone to impulsiveness and can’t easily control himself in the presence of human blood. He often forgets his new found vampire strength and speed as well, and with how easily he is distracted by his heightened sense these things make it difficult for him to even be around human without seeming suspicious. He indulges in his whims, having recently discovered the fun of alcohol and still loving eating human food as well.

His biggest weakness is how fractured his mind is, those who like him might call him unhinged but most would call him insane. Noah often hears voices or sees ghosts of his past. He hates this, they are constantly judging him and his new way of life, taunting him with what remains of his humanity. The only thing that makes these visions stop is blood, something he is more than happy to indulge in. The visions and constant sensory overload of being a vampire make him prone to horrible headaches, and when his mind hurts, he often flies into fits of rage. He enjoys destruction, cruelty, and anything that helps smother that spark of humanity buried deep that he desires to rid himself of, and once it is gone he knows he can be truly free.

》H i s t o r y
Noah Beaumont was once a promising young man determined to change the world for the better and follow in the successful footsteps of his parents. His father was a celebrated journalist and his mother a brilliant nurse. The eldest son of the Beaumont family always had big dreams, aspiring towards greatness even if he never really decided what path he would take towards the promising future that surely awaited him. His interest in science and education pulled him towards a career as a doctor, and his desire to help change the world fueled his interest in either becoming a great detective or lawyer. He never settled on what career he wanted to pursue but he knew he wanted to help make a better world, tragically though his young life would be snuffed out, and that bright future stolen from him.

He grew up with two younger sisters, Hope and Angel, both of whom he was incredibly protective of, he made sure to look out for them and no one was going to pick on his little sisters while he was around. He embraced his role as a big brother and needed little encouragement from his parents to look out for them. Sure there were times, especially as a young teen, where he’d have rather gone off with his friends than stay home babysitting on the weekends but his parents both had important jobs and so he did what was expected of him. He always put a tremendous amount of pressure on himself to be a good son, brother, and student. He worked hard in school hoping to one day attend a prestigious university and spent most of his free time after school at baseball practice. At school he was almost effortlessly popular; he was good natured, outgoing, charming, and both intellectually and athletically gifted. While it all seemed to come easy for him that was because Noah worked hard to keep up with his image of a well rounded, all-American, boy.

His parents were too consumed with their careers and raising their younger daughters to notice the incredible amount of stress Noah was putting on himself. He rarely let anyone see him crack, keeping up the image that he was the perfect son who needed little parenting and allowing them to focus on what he considered to be more important matters. His occasional stress induced outburst were always written off as unavoidable teenage angst, and with Noah so willing to apologize for any such behavior his parents never really seemed worried about him. If his life hadn’t taken the unexpected turn that it did, it is likely that Noah wouldn’t have been able to keep up his façade all through High School with the responsibilities and stress continuing to mount.

During the holiday season in 2007 his life changed forever. As he and his family went to visit relatives for Thanksgiving, they made an unexpected stop at a strange gated community. His father, the ever-curious journalist, couldn’t help but investigated the strange place despite the eerie feeling it gave off. They were attacked and taken prisoner by some sort of gang, by people who seemed to be impossibly strong and fast. To his own horror Noah would soon learn that these people were vampires. His father fought valiantly, desperate to protect his family, and was quickly slaughtered in front of his wife and children. His body was left for days, in front of the cage Noah and his family now lived in, as a constant reminder that they had no power here. He couldn’t be sure how long his father’s lifeless body was left before them, but they all were left with little to do but watch as William Beaumont rotted away.

Months went by as the family was weakened from the constant hunger and blood loss as they were used as human cattle for the vampires who lived in the community. He was helpless as he watched his mother and sister, Hope, fall ill and try as he might to keep his youngest sisters spirits up, he had little optimism left himself. As both his mother and Hope faded away until they too were gone, Noah did whatever he could to protect his youngest sister, Angel, the only family he had left. Giving her as much of his own stringent rations as he could manage, telling her stories to keep her spirits up, and desperately trying to convince her, and himself, that they would get out of this. By some miracle they managed to convince a guard to let them go, a plan they had conceived together knowing there was no way they could overpower their captors. But Noah had a plan of his own, to create enough of a distraction that the vampires would go after him, giving Angel the best chance at getting out and surviving.

So, once they were freed Noah ran from her, shouting, trying desperately to fight any vampire that tried to take him and using every bit of strength he had left. He could accept dying like this if it meant his little sister would live, but once they had recaptured him, they told him Angel had been killed as punishment. This was the final straw for him, his plan to save her had got her killed and all he could think about was what if, if had stayed by her side maybe she’d still be alive. Noah’s escape had done more than just destroy what remained of his hope, it had attracted the attention of a particularly cruel vampire who he would come to learn was called Celeste.

Celeste took an immediate interest in Noah as her new plaything, physically and mentally torturing him to see just how far she could push a person’s limits. Noah was already most of the way there to begin with, with his entire family and any hope of freedom gone he had very little to live for. In time Noah accepted his fate, he gave up on fighting and collapsed into a shell of person. He was broken, the wires in his brain became crossed and pain became pleasure. He was held alone in a cage with no light at all, the only part of his day he could begin to look forward to were the visits from Celeste. Sometimes to bring him pain, other times to show him kindness. He hated her, and loved her, it was all the same. This was his life until he died.

It was Celeste who sired him, and he awoke a vampire. By this point his sanity had been stripped from him. Noah had been broken down into a subservient shell and all that was left to create a monster was to remove his humanity. His first night as a vampire was spent in his cell, a thirst and hunger like he had never felt before, even through years of being kept in constant starvation, burned in his throat. He tried to resist the urge to kill the bloodied human tossed into the cell with him, but at this point Noah had little fight in him. He tore into human flesh with the savagery of an animal. Blood quieted his mind, it washed pain away from his body, it made him stronger than he’d been even before his capture. Another year went by and Noah was kept well fed, a constant stream of humans for him to rip into were provided until, finally, Celeste was sure his humanity was also gone.

Once Noah Beaumont had been a kind hearted boy with a desire to make the world better, now he is a savage monster able to kill without a second thought. As a vampire he is free, he can be selfish, can do what he wants, and anytime he questions this all it takes is fresh blood and his mind is quiet again, and Noah is content. Noah is no longer caged, he is free to do as he pleases and is a loyal vampire, having accepted that they are the superior creatures, and that humans are but cattle for them to feast on. Noah counts himself lucky to have been turned. Now that he has been successfully turned into a killer, Celeste has left, on to more interest places after having grown bored of Noah. Tossed aside like a toy that a child has lost interest in Noah is consumed with the question of what he did wrong. He tries to please the other vampires left in the community, and it would seem that what remains of the old Noah is his need to please others, now directed towards monsters.

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》C l a n
Vie et Mort

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Wyatt Jonas Hawthorne
Age: 28
Date of Birth: August 1st
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’10
Weight: 175
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Caucasian
Eye Color: Blue
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: No tattoos, piercings, or significant scars.

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: Only child
Parents' Status: Father-deceased, Mother-assumed to be alive and well.
Pets: Bodhi, a Belgium Malinois, his familiar.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 6

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ A stiff drink paired with good company
✡ Live music
✡ Action movies
Dislikes:
✡ Deception, Wyatt is a naturally honest person
✡ Seeing others hurting
✡ His own darker nature
Hobbies:
✡ Taking his dog for a morning run
✡ Bowling, pool, or hanging out at a bar in his free time
✡ Does work count as a hobby?
Skills:
✡ Good with a gun although he’d always prefer not to use it
✡ Adept with spells involving offensive magic and protection
✡ Calming presence and good with people

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
Growing up Wyatt always thought of himself as a good person, but after seeing his own dark side he has come to the conclusion that at his very core he is not a good man. He knows he has the tendency to look for the easy way out, to use magic to ease his problems and this tendency has led him down a dark path once before. The time he spent succumbing to dark magic has left a mark on him, a self-loathing that he tries to mask with his outwardly friendly, kind, and easy going nature. The traits that others would see as admirable; courage, his willingness to throw himself into danger for others, and his selflessness all boil down to the fact that he sees his own life as not worth saving, others are inherently more valuable than him. He forgives so easy because he knows the mistakes he has made are so much worse. The best he can hope for is to keep trying to put more good into the world to counteract the wrongs he has done. He overthinks everything he does, always able to come to the conclusion that every good deed he does has a selfish motivation.

Wyatt is dedicated to both his job and coven, working to keep Ember Grove as safe as he can and keeping his mind distracted. When he doesn’t have work to do, he spends his time in crowded places, like bars, as being around others helps to keep him distracted as well. The constant need for magic and the rush of power that comes with it constantly nag in the back of his mind, calling him to again walk a dark path. He worries about his self-control, holds himself back from using any magic unless absolutely necessary to avoid losing any more of himself than he already has. Likewise, he has little taste for violence, he doesn’t want to hurt people, supernatural or otherwise, and on the occasion when it becomes necessary to do so he feels an incredible amount of guilt. A part of him would prefer to have his powers stripped away, to live as a human and never be asked to be judge and executioner of the supernatural again. But he knows he could never turn his back to what’s really going on, and so more often than not when threats arise in Ember Grove it is him his coven sends to deal with them. As hard as it is for Wyatt to walk within these gray areas, he does it because there are so few who can or will.

》H i s t o r y
Born and raised in Ember Grove to parents he would describe as exceptional, his father a detective and his mother owned an occult bookstore. Wyatt had a fairly normal childhood, he enjoyed playing football especially in high school and tended to just get by as an average student in school. Applying himself always seemed to be something he struggled with when it came to anything that didn’t immediately interest him, and a young Wyatt always preferred to take the easy way out especially when it came to school while at the same time working very hard to improve his skill on the football field mainly due to his enjoyment of the sport. He looked up to his father a great deal, wanting to one day serve a similar protective role in the community.

After high school Wyatt went to college in Ember Grove as well, taking classes in law enforcement, having known from a young age that he wanted to follow in his father footsteps. College, however, wasn’t easy for him, there was too much going on for him to find the right balance. At first, he spent too much time partying and goofing off that his grades were slipping and then he spent too much time studying and was miserable. He found other warlocks and witches from covens with completely different outlooks than his own and before he really understood what he was getting into he began to dabble with dark magic. Things he thought of as small; taking energy from others so he could spend less time sleeping, ways to cheat through school, or shifting luck towards his favor, which would always shift another’s luck against their favor, all things he thought of as maybe causing others an inconvenience but it wasn’t really hurting anyone.

Using magic selfishly and indulging in dark magic had a strong effect on him; though it started out as something he’d do very rarely it evolved into an almost daily occurrence. It became a habit, something he did not because he needed an edge or boost but something he impulsively had to do, something that gave him a rush of power. Wyatt and the group of witches he hung around began experimenting more with dark magic, playing around with dark energy and speaking to the dead. It wasn’t about using magic to help him through school anymore, it was all about how far they could push the limits and how powerful it could make them all feel. His grades slipped again and all he could think about, care about, was magic and what he could do with it.

His father was worried about him, how distant and strange he’d been acting, so they made plans to meet up for dinner. But Wyatt never went to meet his father, instead he hung out with his group of friends and woke up to several missed calls from his dad as well as several worried voicemails from his mother the next morning. His father had left to meet him but no one had head from him after that, and several days later his father’s body was discovered and all signs pointed towards vampire attack. Guilt ate away at him, knowing that if he had showed up to meet his father, he’d likely still be alive. His mother could hardly bare to look at him and he understood why; she had to blame him just as much as he blamed himself. Not long after his father’s funeral his mother relocated to Tennessee and Wyatt has little contact with her beyond the occasional phone call or holiday card.

After the funeral Wyatt took time off from school and stayed away from his group of friends. No longer playing around with dark magic for fun he was using it to further a hunt for vengeance. Wyatt spent weeks searching for the vampire that killed his father, using dark magic to torture other vampires for information until he finally had the name of the one responsible. Then he found that vampire and tortured him to death. The dark magic fueled in him nothing but pain, rage, and vengeance but soon after he’d killed the vampire he thought responsible, he found out he’d been fed lies. He came to realized not only had he twisted magic from something meant to protect and heal others into something used to maim and kill, but he had tortured another being to death for crime it had not committed. He was ashamed of what he allowed himself to become, and so he confessed it all to his coven’s elders fully expecting to have his powers bound and to be either banished, imprisoned, or even executed. He done a horrible thing that he could never take back and he was more than ready to face retribution for what he had done, welcomed it even.

What Wyatt didn’t expect, however, was forgiveness. The coven helped Wyatt detox himself from his dependence on dark magic, although the constant want for it is always there in the back of his mind. He took a year off from school to deal with everything and when he went back, he focused only on his classes, getting a job with the Ember Grove Police Department and working with his coven. He put all his energy into anything that could take his mind off the temptation to abuse magic and even now only uses it when he has to. Wyatt feels it is better for him to do things the hard way whenever possible, although in hunting down supernatural threats to Ember Grove being more than human frequently comes in handy. After finishing school he continued working as a cop in Ember Grove and recently became a detective which further aids his ability to investigate the supernatural occurrences within the town.

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》C o v e n
The Order of the Ember, a small coven in Ember Grove dedicated to protecting the town from supernatural threats.

》S k i l l L e v e l
Intermediate

》S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n
Fire Summoning, as with most in his coven, is one of the main defenses in his arsenal. He is also adept with telekinesis and using shields for his go to spells when things get dangerous.

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Nathalie Jade Prescott
Age: 33
Date of Birth: May 22
Gender: Female
Occupation: Anethesiologist
Where are you from?: Chicago, IL
Are you aware of the supernatural?: Slight suspicion

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5'6
Weight: 138 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Light
Eye Color: Green
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: None
Siblings' Status: Alive
Parents' Status: Alive
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 10
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 10

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Music
✡ Massages
✡ Languages
✡ Wine

Dislikes:
✡ Smokers
✡ Dogs
✡ Obnoxious attitudes

Hobbies:
✡ Drawing
✡ Learning to play the keyboard
✡ Reading

Skills:
✡ Great runner
✡ Certified in First Aid/CPR and other life-saving techniques
✡ Some knowledge of basic self-defense

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
For the most part, Nathalie has an easygoing and carefree personality. She doesn't sweat the little things and can remain calm under certain situations whereas other people may not do as well. Not being a chatterbox means Nathalie does a lot of listening, and she's really good at it. Others have often come to her to vent because they know that she's an active listener, and she'll further engage in the conversation and show concern towards the other person in order to reach a pleasant conclusion.

In addition, Nathalie is not too big into the clubbing scene. She doesn't mind going dancing every once in a while, but she's also fine for settling in for the night underneath a comfortable blanket in front of the TV. Whenever she drinks, which is more often than not a glass or two of wine, she'll let loose a bit more and her inhibitions are lowered, usually resulting in a few dirty jokes.

》H i s t o r y
Nathalie was born and raised in Chicago, IL to middle class parents. She has an older brother, Henry, who's seven years her senior. When she was young, Nathalie was often getting into trouble, being the polar opposite of Henry. She would cause mayhem around the neighborhood and her mischievous behavior would often elicit heavy punishment from her parents. At one point, she was signed up to attend a martial arts school. Her schedule wasn't as open as before, but she did have the chance to take out whatever aggression she felt in a controlled environment while in class.

After some time, her parents noticed some improvement with her attitude. She would still get intro trouble, but nowhere near as often as before. The martial arts classes continued for a few more years before she was pulled out in order for her to do well with her studies. Even though she had more free time, Nathalie didn't necessarily need it. She was a bright student, but she didn't apply herself as much as she could have. Such realization didn't hit her until high school, where she picked up her grades after having a serious conversation with one of her counselors. Nathalie then decided she wanted to get into the medical field given that she had the potential to achieve her goals.

From high school, Nathalie went to Columbia University in New York City. It was there she completed both undergrad and graduate school before moving on to her residency. While living in New York, Nathalie met her then boyfriend Jason. He was a surgeon only a few years older than her. In a short period of time, the pair grew extremely close to each other. Even though their schedule made it hard to spend time together on a regular basis, they made it work.

Years later, the couple found themselves in Ember Grove after one of Jason's relatives passed away, leaving behind a beautifully renovated home with no one to look after it. The discussion that followed wasn't an easy one; Nathalie refusing to move to the small town and Jason insisting they do so given the amazing opportunity they had been afforded. Reluctantly, Nathalie agreed and the two moved to Ember Grove. Despite her decision, Nathalie wasn't all that happy after the move. The couple would fight much more so than regular and given their jobs, they barely spent any time together. These factors combined led to their mutual break-up, and even though Nathalie was dying to move back home at first, she's been settling in her apartment little by little and realizing that maybe staying there a while longer isn't such a bad idea after all.