[hider=Top Dog] [center][img] https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLmY5NzAwNi5UR2xoYlNCRWIyNXZkbUZ1LjAAAAA,/jmh-wolfa.regular.png[/img] [img] http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_oL7-Oroq4/TTZE7YqGSWI/AAAAAAAAAms/octtN9CcPSY/s1600/kickthehabit.jpg [/img][/center] [hr] 》[u]B a s i c s[/u] [color=darkorange]Full name:[/color] Liam Donovan [color=darkorange]Age:[/color] 33 [color=darkorange]Date of Birth:[/color] 12/13/1986 [color=darkorange]Gender:[/color] Male [color=darkorange]Where are you from?:[/color] Las Vegas 》[u]A p p e a r a n c e[/u] [color=darkorange]Height:[/color] 6’2 [color=darkorange]Weight:[/color] 185lbs [color=darkorange]Hair Color:[/color] Black [color=darkorange]Hair Length:[/color]Short [color=darkorange]Skin Color:[/color] Light tan [color=darkorange]Eye Color:[/color] Light brown [color=darkorange]Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:[/color] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/49/e2/07/49e207fe93898d42ebc1989da4c31ac4.jpg]left sleeve[/url] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/31/6c/70/316c70f4c6edca59ecf9d8402e5bff6f.jpg]right sleeve[/url] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/7a/ef/3a/7aef3a1b139e56bfdecdc3cc2181c2cd.jpg]back right shoulder[/url] [color=darkorange]Detail your werewolf form:[/color] 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. [hider=werewolf form][img]https://i.pinimg.com/236x/77/31/0e/77310ea35bc58e02a6e88f761cace261.jpg[/img][/hider] [center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47RA6R3YS_A]Theme Song[/url][/center] [hr] 》[u]R e l a t i o n s h i p s[/u] [color=darkorange]Sexuality:[/color] Straight [color=darkorange]Relationship Status:[/color] Single [color=darkorange]Any pre-determined friends?:[/color] TBD [color=darkorange]Siblings' Status:[/color] Older Brother, deceased [color=darkorange]Parents' Status:[/color] Mother, dead. Never met his father. [color=darkorange]Pets:[/color] none [color=darkorange]How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?:[/color] 9 [color=darkorange]How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:[/color] 10/10 for a fling, 4/10 for anything requiring commitment 》[u]I n t e r e s t s[/u] [color=darkorange]Likes:[/color] ✡ 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 [color=darkorange]Dislikes:[/color] ✡ Confinement ✡ Vampires, scum of the earth ✡ Cats, and they hate him too ✡ Boredom and Stagnation ✡ Being alone [color=darkorange]Hobbies:[/color] ✡ 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 [hider=his one true love][img]https://images.complex.com/complex/image/upload/c_limit,dpr_auto,q_90,w_720/fl_lossy,pg_1/qjwtexul1wx4ktzzuyl2.jpg[/img][/hider] [color=darkorange]Fears:[/color] ✡ Death by silver ✡ Failing the pack ✡ Loss of freedom [color=darkorange]Skills:[/color] ✡ 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 [center][img] https://i.pinimg.com/564x/79/45/b0/7945b06af76a4809cc0aa2de7c7e532e.jpg[/img][/center] [hr] 》[u]P e r s o n a l i t y[/u] 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. 》[u]H i s t o r y[/u] 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. [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/236x/e9/b6/c3/e9b6c3455f4051c0bdaa24f9860f89f6.jpg[/img][/center] [hr] 》[u]P a c k[/u] Alpha of Vagus Lupi 》[u]P u r e b l o o d? [/u] Bitten, 9 years ago and became an Alpha 4 years ago. [/hider] [hider=Forged in Blood] [center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjE1OC4zMjUzNGYuVG05aGFDQkNaV0YxYlc5dWRBLCwuMAAA/donrees-claws.regular.png[/img] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/86/84/fd/8684fd817b9784845db3ecf6a4ad3a73.jpg[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Uo1G2Lb2EQ]Theme Song[/url][/center] 》[u]B a s i c s[/u] [color=darkslategray]Full name:[/color] Noah William Beaumont [color=darkslategray]Age:[/color] 27 technically, eternally 22 [color=darkslategray]Date of Birth:[/color] Febuary 11th [color=darkslategray]Gender:[/color] Male [color=darkslategray]Where are you from?:[/color] Ember Grove 》[u]A p p e a r a n c e[/u] [color=darkslategray]Height:[/color] 5’9 [color=darkslategray]Weight:[/color] 165lbs [color=darkslategray]Hair Color:[/color] Red [color=darkslategray]Hair Length:[/color] Medium, shaggy [color=darkslategray]Skin Color:[/color] Pale [color=darkslategray]Eye Color:[/color] Green [color=darkslategray]Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:[/color] None, his scars were healed when he was turned. [center][img] https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/07/8b/95078b16c6892b547feaa38564c7371d.jpg [/img][/center] [hr] 》[u]R e l a t i o n s h i p s[/u] [color=darkslategray]Sexuality:[/color] Straight [color=darkslategray]Relationship Status:[/color] Single [color=darkslategray]Any pre-determined friends?:[/color] TBD [color=darkslategray]Siblings' Status:[/color] Thought to be dead, although his youngest sister is Angel Beaumont, a hunter. [color=darkslategray]Parents' Status:[/color] Both dead [color=darkslategray]Pets:[/color] none [color=darkslategray]How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?:[/color] 7 with other vampires, 1 with anything other than a vampire [color=darkslategray]How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:[/color] 3 》[u]I n t e r e s t s[/u] [color=darkslategray]Likes:[/color] ✡ Indulging his whims ✡ Destruction ✡ Listening to stories [color=darkslategray]Dislikes:[/color] ✡ Daylight, he finds it incredibly irritating ✡ Humanity ✡ His own, broken, mind [color=darkslategray]Hobbies:[/color] ✡ Hunting and Killing ✡ Reading ✡ Torment the human blood slaves [color=darkslategray]Skills:[/color] ✡ Very high tolerance for pain ✡ Ruthless and headstrong, Noah is not easily swayed from his goals ✡ High endurance [center][img] https://i.pinimg.com/236x/d3/fd/02/d3fd02dfe8db1d8b4a28529b41b3368b.jpg [/img][/center] [center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0nmHymgM7Y]Another Theme Song[/url][/center] [hr] 》[u]P e r s o n a l i t y[/u] 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. 》[u]H i s t o r y[/u] 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 [i]what if[/i], 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. [center][img] https://i.pinimg.com/236x/ed/b3/20/edb320422f6132f9abbfdca802c05a9a.jpg [/img][/center] [center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJTjsVSzQ1Q]A song Noah dedicates to his sire[/url][/center] [hr] 》[u]C l a n[/u] Vie et Mort 》[u]P u r e b l o o d? [/u] Bitten [hider=Celeste; Member of Vie et Mort and sire of Noah] [center][img] https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjExNi5iZTE0MGUuUTJWc1pYTjBaU0JrSjBGdVoyOTFiR1Z0WlEsLC4wAA,,/taylilla.regular.png[/img] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b8/51/f9/b851f9680b7ba20260ca6ac97c88d870.jpg[/img] [url= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36G15OR6jvY]Theme Music[/url][/center] [hr] [color=DarkRed]Full name:[/color] Celeste d'Angoulême [color=DarkRed]Age:[/color]260, appears 30 [color=DarkRed]Personality Traits: [/color]Elegant, charming, hedonistic, cunning, manipulative, and callous. [color=DarkRed]Brief Description: [/color]Celeste is a vampire with a taste for the finer things in life and a willingness to embrace all sorts of hedonistic pleasures. The elegance and charm she excludes is a mask for the monster within; a bloodthirsty vampire who seems to feed off pain just as much as blood itself. Having had centuries to learn, Celeste is intelligent, with high interest in subjects such as physiology and philosophy. Knowledge that she uses to refine her ability to manipulate and torture. At her core resides a deep hatred of humanity and those who posses it, and tormenting those she sees as lesser has become one her greatest pleasures. As a vampire she relies on her cunning and superb ability to manipulate others to achieve her goals. An appreciation for all things beautiful she has taken to creating her own works of art; perfect monsters. Breaking down seemingly noble humans and reforming them into savage killers, devoid of humanity, and under her thrall. [color=DarkRed]Role:[/color]Member of Vie et Mort, who provides not only a great of expertise in torture but a mind for finances as well. She and many of her vampiric underlings run several large charities around the world, money which is then funneled to Vie et Mort. Celeste considers this one of her finest creations, finding it deliciously entertaining to fund humanity’s undoing by scamming humans and calling it charity.[/hider] [/hider] [hider=Warlock Cop: Protecting and Serving Ember Grove] [center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQ4LjU3ZjZmYS5WM2xoZEhRZ1NHRjNkR2h2Y201bC4w/moria-citadel.regular.png[/img] [img]https://yt3.ggpht.com/a/AGF-l79UWWVPt9swtTdM24-qSHy0gZrdHzUJxF7biw=s900-c-k-c0xffffffff-no-rj-mo[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejLveeg_RnU]Theme Song[/url][/center] [hr] 》[u]B a s i c s[/u] [color=8BF7FE]Full name:[/color] Wyatt Jonas Hawthorne [color=8BF7FE]Age:[/color] 28 [color=8BF7FE]Date of Birth:[/color] August 1st [color=8BF7FE]Gender:[/color] Male [color=8BF7FE]Where are you from?:[/color] Ember Grove 》[u]A p p e a r a n c e[/u] [color=8BF7FE]Height:[/color] 5’10 [color=8BF7FE]Weight:[/color] 175 [color=8BF7FE]Hair Color:[/color] Blonde [color=8BF7FE]Hair Length:[/color] Short [color=8BF7FE]Skin Color:[/color] Caucasian [color=8BF7FE]Eye Color:[/color] Blue [color=8BF7FE]Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:[/color] No tattoos, piercings, or significant scars. [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/474x/f5/38/9b/f5389bf874aa0e8e935a90155e613e9e.jpg[/img][/center] [hr] 》[u]R e l a t i o n s h i p s[/u] [color=8BF7FE]Sexuality:[/color] Hetero [color=8BF7FE]Relationship Status:[/color] Single [color=8BF7FE]Any pre-determined friends?:[/color] TBD [color=8BF7FE]Siblings' Status:[/color] Only child [color=8BF7FE]Parents' Status:[/color] Father-deceased, Mother-assumed to be alive and well. [color=8BF7FE]Pets:[/color] Bodhi, a Belgium Malinois, his familiar. [color=8BF7FE]How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?:[/color] 9 [color=8BF7FE]How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:[/color] 6 》[u]I n t e r e s t s[/u] [color=8BF7FE]Likes:[/color] ✡ A stiff drink paired with good company ✡ Live music ✡ Action movies [color=8BF7FE]Dislikes:[/color] ✡ Deception, Wyatt is a naturally honest person ✡ Seeing others hurting ✡ His own darker nature [color=8BF7FE]Hobbies:[/color] ✡ 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? [color=8BF7FE]Skills:[/color] ✡ 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 [center][img]https://photo.cultjer.com/img/cache/width/600/ug_photo/2017_01/53363420170110092632.jpg[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Yenes0MSzg]Theme Song[/url][/center] [hr] 》[u]P e r s o n a l i t y[/u] 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. 》[u]H i s t o r y[/u] 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. [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/474x/82/f3/3e/82f33e64465012e5098426f0bcde7009.jpg[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PIy-a4Xh18]Theme Song[/url][/center] [hr] 》[u]C o v e n[/u] The Order of the Ember, a small coven in Ember Grove dedicated to protecting the town from supernatural threats. 》[u]S k i l l L e v e l [/u] Intermediate 》[u]S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n [/u] 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. [/hider]