[OOC] For Queen and Country

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[McHaggis]

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[Barrett]

COLIN

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Colin Peter Renshaw

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Forty-two years old.

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• Perpetually scruffy, Colin would rather spend outfit preparation time in bed, picks his clothes on a 'first to hand' basis.
• Only ever puts in effort to make sure he looks dishevelled rather than messy, which is the same only with more style.
• shaves when he remembers, often sports roguish stubble for days before remembering to restore his boyish good looks.
• A healthy Scottish accent, especially on Rs and CHs, amps up when he's stressed, angry or in the presence of another Scot.

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Journalist

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There used to be a perpetually look in Colin's eyes, something that told you he was plotting a story or an adventure behind his eyes. The head of the Renshaw family seemed never to have more than a passing focus on the mundane tasks that occupied his time, preferring to wander off to some other plane of imagination. At least, that's how he put it. Carolyn, his late wife, called it 'being a dozy day dreamer' and more besides. Generally he'd give a rueful smile and get back to whatever he was supposed to be doing and for a while after her untimely passing, there was nothing to bring him back to earth. He was a listless daydreamer, floating off until life exerted itself on him, dragging him back down to the ground with crushing force.

And now, to put it mildly, Colin has a few things on his mind. His daughter's new condition, his uncertain job prospects, his geriatric parents, his drunken sister, his daughter's upcoming A-Levels, the complaints of their aged border collie, Jack, and the nagging itch in the back of his head that it's time to move on and find someone new to call him a dozy ponce. They all combine to force a man used to daydreaming the days away to be a , and perpetually about the future. And all around him, things seem to be getting darker and meaner, like the whole world's going through a rough patch. Hardly the time for dreamers or, perhaps, the time when they are most important.

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When he was a young man, Colin was concerned with being a good friend and then, when he was lucky enough to find someone who'd put up with him, a good boyfriend. He remembered birthdays better than exam dates, favourite foods better than deadlines and put more effort into planning parties than studying. It made him well liked and won him many friends but lecturers tended to label him as lazy or, if they were feeling generous, underachiever. Somewhere along the way, those labels stuck and went on to define how he saw himself, rather than how others saw him.

When he was a husband and a father, Colin thought only of his ailing partner and young daughter before he put much thought into his work. Predictably, his professional life went nowhere fast and he never really got past the level of freelancer in the world of journalism. And unfortunately his personal life was no better, as despite all his attention and devotion, his dearest Carolyn died and he was left to care for their daughter alone. And while he mostly thinks he did a pretty good job of it, there was that little... hiccup six months ago that left her in the ICU and gave a new meaning to "that time of the month".

And that isn't even the sum of his problems.

For most of his life, Colin has worked for one paper or another, writing culture pieces and reports on local events. He never had the drive to claw himself into the big leagues and report on murder most foul or international corruption but the job suited him and the work was steady. But now papers are downsizing fast with the rise of online news outlets, trimming those who can be trimmed or won't be missed and then a few more on top. These days, he's lucky to get more than one opinion piece a month, hardly enough to support his little family.

For the moment, Colin's found a somewhat stable place to work at The Capital, reporting on the Other situation, but he can't stand his boss and doesn't know how long he'll be able to bear working for such a bastard, not to mention the paper's unmistakably right-leaning viewpoint. It would be a shame to throw away a reliable income over dislike and principle but then Mr Crane did compare werewolves unfavourably to rabid dogs and suggested they might need put down, so maybe the day Colin can freely give him a piece of his mind can't come soon enough.

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- Colin is certainly older than the normal clientele of this particular establishment, so much so that he's sure he stands out, but the coffee is good and it's a convenient distance from both The Capital's offices and his house so he's stuck there. At least Emma seems to like the place and they let Jack in and give him a bowl of water.

- Not Colin's favourite paper to work for by any means but the one that has put him on a full time salary to cover the unfolding events of the Other crisis, The Capital is newspaper and website focused on London events, from politics to garden shows. It has a glorious past but, given new management, perhaps a less respectable future.

- Every dog owner needs a convenient park to walk regular circuits around and Prospect is Colin's. He can be found there at irregular hours, accompanied by his geriatric but still energetic Border Collier, Jack. Sometimes they play fetch or Jack chases the pond's ducks but mostly they walk a slow circuit then go home.

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- The Captial's newest owner, Nigel is an abrasive man who seems to not care much about his employees or even his readers but seems thus far to be a savvy businessman and is steadily shifting the paper's resources online. For Colin, it was when he heard the man describe werewolves as "unquestionably the worst of these repugnant others" that he decided he detested the man. Still, who doesn't hate their boss?

[Undine]

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[Apokalipse]

LUKA

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𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Luka Pavlov. _{{Yaromir Volkov.}}

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Thirty-three. _{464.}

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• Luka's most attractive feature is his wide, genuine smile that seems to light up his whole face.
• Luka is a very carefully groomed person: his black hair is often smoothed back to curl on the nape of his neck, his beard trimmed perfectly, and his usual formal-casual outfits spotless.
• He has a very bad habit of getting into someone's space when talking about something important, one on one. Some chalk it up to deliberate charm, until he stutters a minute into the conversation.
• Luka is 6'1" with a well-proportioned, skinny body with almost no muscles. His belly is soft and he rather have a soft belly than sore limbs.
• Luka is fond of aromatherapy and smells like his eucalyptus bath salts.
• There is a slight tinge of a Slavic accent when Luka speaks, but for the most part it is absent.

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A businessman, Luka makes his money through investments and is the owner of several hotspots in the night scene across the world. However, his precious baby is a LGBT club in the city called Yelena. Luka also gathers information and gossip for The Collective.

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The Collective. Luka is fiercely protective of vampire kind and had joined The Collective shortly after turning; however, it is no secret that Luka is power-hungry for a spot as a voting member of The Methuselah Court.

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Luka is a man ruled almost completely and totally by ᴩᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. His heart influences his mind in all matters and so he often acts ꜱᴇʟꜰɪꜱʜʟy rather than thinking about others’. Emotions sway him easily and because of their impact, he has become ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ with age. It is not that he doesn’t care about what others’ want, but he is so ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ with his own desires that he tends to forget about people other than himself. Because of this, he is very ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ-ᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ in chasing after what he wants and can be utterly ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ when trying to get what he wants. As of late, he has become more and more ᴩᴏᴡᴇʀ-ʜᴜɴɢʀy as he attempts to further his goals for the vampire race.

Despite having a bad reputation for being an ambitious dick in the vampire community, Luka has his own charms. Most seem to think at a glance that he’s of the charismatic sort, the way he leans in close when speaking of some importance and the suave way he handles everything. Wrong – he’s a ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ᴅᴏʀᴋ. When he needs to persuade someone the most, he tends to stutter because his mouth can’t keep up with his feelings. Though he seems graceful at times, the moment he notices attention on him he trips up. And, well, he ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ to be that suave vampire everyone expects him to be. He attempts to embody everything people say he is, but in the end his ꜰʟɪʀᴛy comments are puns and he tends to laugh too hard at body gags and Will Ferrell movies.

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Luka was born in sixteenth century Russia as Yaromir Volkov. The Volkov family was noble in nature and vastly influential. Yaromir was the older brother of Yelena; they were close as children, not inseparable but close. Rarely fighting, the siblings got along well and were very involved in each other’s life. Belonging to an influential noble family, Yaromir and Yelena were exposed to Russian politics from a young age. While Yelena was embroiled in it, Yaromir ignored it in favor of playing with the young noble son of the Ivanov family. Matter of fact, Yaromir was very close to Nikola Ivanov, the heir of a very prominent noble family. They were childhood friends that studied together, played together, and ran away from responsibilities together. When they were seventeen, instead of laying with his wife, Nikola took to Yaromir’s bed in secret. The two had to keep their love affair secret lest terrible punishments await them for participating in homosexuality.

Things became complicated when his father had Nikola take Yelena as his third wife. His first two wives were sent away since Nikola refused to give them children; however, no matter how much Yaromir wanted Nikola to himself, he couldn’t allow Yelena to be disgraced like the others. Matters became worse when Yelena discovered their love affair and reacted terribly – the siblings fought for months. In her anger, Yelena told Nikola's father in hopes of him putting a stop to it. His father beat her into silence as he did not want the Ivanov family name to be ruined. Yaromir was enraged and, to stop him from confronting his father, Nikola went in Yaromir’s stead to challenge his father. Nikola and his father fought, and in the heat of the fight, his father struck Nikola. Nikola hit his head on the corner of a stair and died several days later, hand clasped in Yaromir's.

The day after Nikola’s death, Yaromir took Yelena and fled Russia as he refused to be a part of these dumb politics any longer. Taking the opportunity to escape dirtying the Ivanov name, Nikola's father blamed Nikola's death on Yaromir and Yelena which turned them into fugitives. When Yaromir was thirty-three, Yelena was poisoned while they stayed at an inn just inside of Romania. Unable to protect her or save her, Yaromir traveled with his slowly dying sister to a man rumored to be invincible. The Russian noble son pleaded with the Romanian vampire to turn him and then forced the bite onto Yelena to save her. When Yelena awoke, she regarded her brother as a monster and hated what he did to her. She refused to drink blood and eventually starved to death, wasting away as Yaromir could only plead with her to stay alive.

Yaromir traveled and eventually found himself in Britain. He felt he had no purpose, no one to protect anymore, so he threw himself head first into the thing he hated most: politics, vampire ones at that. Almost as a ‘fuck you’ to his sister for leaving him, he made it his mission to protect vampire lives. He resented his sister for choosing to leave him so much, he named a club after her that was wholly accepting of not just LGBT but Other as well. For right now, he’s laying low under the name of Luka Pavlov in Edgetoun as he gathers allies and he plans to eventually become a voting member of The Methuselah Court. His ultimate goal? Vampire supremacy.

In the vampire community, Luka has obtained a rather distasteful repute for his ministrations in trying to pull power among ranks. Using underhanded politics, Luka has framed vampires in higher standing than him to climb ranks – such as the time he killed a human and didn’t bother covering up everything vampire about it, then framing another member for it. He also is known for not holding human life high in regard, or life in general, and has killed in the past indiscriminately. It doesn’t help that his passion tends to lead him to starting fights constantly among his fellow vampires and has gotten so worked up that it escalated into a physical brawl. Secret gathering, blackmailing, framing, tricking…all methods he uses to become a prominent leader in the community.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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• yᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ➞ The LGBT and Other club that Luka owns in the city. It has a very high-end look to it, but Luka makes a point of making it very inclusive so he can attract as many people to the club for gossip purposes. It is rather large and has been listed as a great hot spot multiple times. Most nights, Luka lounges around here to make sure everything is running smoothly and to eavesdrop on others. Luka tends to lord over people here, making a point to walk around like he owns the place because, well, he does.
• ᴇᴅɢᴇᴛᴏᴜɴ ᴍᴜꜱᴇᴜᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀᴛ ➞ Luka has always been fond of art and is an artist himself. In his free time, he likes to look over all of the artwork as it gives him peace of mind. And, well, if he's lingering a little bit too long around some of his old paintings under his past alias "Grigore Ivanov" then nobody has to know.
• ᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴩᴀᴅᴇꜱ ➞ It would be pretty narcissistic if Luka spent all his time only at his own club. When he wants to be less noticeable to get information, Luka goes here. Sometimes he comes here to socialize, too, but rarely. Luka doesn't socialize without a purpose afterall.

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Leaving this empty to see if anyone wants to be Luka's sire first.

me im super excited

[Fabricant451]

KEI

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Kei. Technically it's just 'K' but 'Kei' looks more like a name when put on documentation

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For someone that is so quiet Kei's sense of style is rather loud. Though rather short, standing at just about five feet flat, she stands out due to her eccentric choice in attire. Rare is the day when Kei isn't wearing clashing, bright colors or mismatched articles of clothing or bogged down with so many accessories that she sounds like a piggy bank when she walks. There's a very childish quality to her style, like what one would imagine a child would dress like if their parents just let them go wild for a day.

Though Kei wears bright, gaudy clothing, the brightest thing about her is her smile. She's always smiling, even towards people that she's never met, and her wide grin is matched by the wonder that is clear in her bright brown eyes. How her eyes are so bright is a mystery, but they're the brightest browns Kei has ever seen. Much like with her clothing, Kei's hair is eccentric though has periods where the style doesn't change, just the color. Often she'll go blonde for a month and then spend half a year with brown hair before deciding that she felt like streaking her hair in a rainbow.

What makes her vibrant style all the more odd - as if there weren't enough oddities as is - is that she doesn't look like a child; she actually looks like an adult, albeit one that still possess the quality of life that several youths have. But there are blemishes on her skin covered up by cosmetics (which area also eyecatching and vibrant) and a sort of weary-eyed tiredness behind the wide wonderment.

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Kei owns a non-profit that takes its inspiration from a foundation overseas. While that foundation is tailored towards children with life threatening medical concerns, Kei's foundation strives to make dreams a reality for children and the elderly alike regardless of medical condition. For children the aim is to have them 'wish upon a star' so that one dream, within reason, is accomplished; for the elderly often the aim is to spend time with them or help cross out things on a bucket list. In both cases the secondary aim is to bring smiles to their faces. The organization is called the 'Shining Star Foundation'.

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Solitary. The politics within the Fae Courts never really bode well with Kei, especially when it pertained to the Unseelie and the Winter Court and their dismissal of humans. She's not the biggest fan of the Summer Court either as she finds their conniving nature to be no better than being a liar. She holds little favor with the courts given her love of humans and spreading joy, assuming the courts even know of her; she assumes she'd be shunned anyway.

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Kei only cares about one thing on any given day and that is making sure that anyone she meets leaves with a smile or, failing that, a brightened mood. She treats the world and the things she sees with a childlike wonder, impressed by the simplest things no matter how often she sees them. Kei is the type of person who is amazed every time someone turns on the lights in a dark room. This also has he unfortunate side effect of her being rather naive, or at least quite good at pretending to be naive. Kei doesn't see the bad in anyone, still believing after all these years that everyone is a wonderful person and that so-called 'bad people' are just people that don't know how good they truly are. Of course, because things are rarely so sunshine and rainbows as Kei would like to believe, she has been taken advantage of countless times in her life. People have taken every bit of money she had on her person and she would still wave them goodbye and wish them well. That she is so positive could very much be seen as dangerous, after all who was always so damn happy, but with Kei that's just how she is. There's no deep ulterior motive, she's just happy to meet you and happier to help you if she can.

Even still, Kei has felt the years and the countless instances of strife, from small conflicts to larger, world affairs, and though she has remained so upbeat all this time...it's definitely taken its toll on the girl. Her greatest fear is in finding out what would happen if she should wake up one day and not feel positive. She doesn't believe she could handle such a powerful mood swing so she'll continue to smile until it hurts.

And even then she'll endure it so long as it makes people happy.

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For the longest time, Kei was alone. She was born, she believes, but she knew only the faces of her parents and the hushed whispers before things went dark. When she awoke, she was alone and lost, living near a mountain in relative seclusion. Animals fled from her; perhaps they could sense the magical energies present inside of her, magical energies which never seemed to manifest themselves. Still, Kei, then a nameless fairy, tried to keep a positive outlook on her situation. She was surrounded by such beauty, after all, the trees and grass, the clouds in the sky, the wind in the air...what was not to love about, well...life?

Her first meeting with others came when her ears picked up the sounds of what sounded like singing. Curious, Kei followed her ears to find a gathering of humans who weren't singing but rather praying as they buried one of their own. Kei didn't say a word, she merely observed this curious act until it ended. As the humans were returning to their homes, Kei met the gaze of a young man; she waved to him but he was whisked away before any further interaction could be made. The man came back a few days later and attempted to converse with Kei. Kei had never heard the language before, but enjoyed listening to the speech. The man believed that she was like the spirits in the stories, the ones that could bring the dead back to life.

The man took her back to his home where his mother had fallen gravely ill. He wanted Kei to save her but the only comfort Kei could bring was to make the sickly woman's last days brighter. The mother passed on with a smile and Kei was welcomed among the humans as someone to ease the transition fro life to death. She didn't exactly understand this, but she was needed, she was loved, and she was happy. Kei was given the name Kei, after the first man's mother, and she lived among the people, learning their language at a rapid pace. It wasn't long before she was actually having conversations with everyone.

But time is a cruel mistress and the people Kei lived with eventually succumbed to their own end. But Kei wouldn't let sadness keep her down, she couldn't. So she traveled, finding another village and living among them. While she couldn't raise the dead, she could ease the dying and that was a valued commodity in those days. Kei's heart knew no evil and is what allowed her to remain so youthful and childish well into her years. While she does understand English (and at least four other languages), she prefers to use sign language or let her expressions talk for her.

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Shining Star Foundation. While not nearly the recognizable entity like the one that inspired her, the Shining Star Foundation has became a known quantity within Edgetoun and has expanded its influence to more of the country as a whole. It's run out of a small building with an unassuming front - except for the wacky tube man that is always on the roof. There's an entire room that's set up as a play area for children to spend time while Kei handles meetings with parents or professionals. As it represents the culmination of her efforts to spread happiness and smiles, Kei loves having a place all her own. She'd likely live there if she could get away with it.

Edgetoun Community Hospital Kei, when she isn't organizing dreams and using what magic she can to ensure things are just perfect, is often volunteering at the hospital - specifically in the pediatrics ward. She's been known to dress in costume when visiting or even offer to do non-medical tasks that the nurses are happy to foist upon her.

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As far as Kei is concerned, everyone she meets and makes smile is a friend.

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AOIFE

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Aoife Caoimhe Reilley.

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If you ran into Aoife at a coffee shop, a few things would be immediately apparent. She does not fold her long sleeve T's, sweatshirts or blouses but she does hurriedly iron them in the morning before dashing out the door. Her unkempt hair is curly at the ends from a lack of drying while the top is fairly straight as that's where the brush starts its journey down her deep brown locks. Her frantic forget-me-not blue eyes scatter her line of sight, but not like a scared animal, rather, a kid on Christmas morning. Her shoelaces look like they haven't moved in months and the aglets are all but gone, leaving the laces frayed at the ends. The shoes themselves are worn Tennis shoes six of seven days, when she wants to dress up she wears her nice sneakers - obviously.

Once Aoife is able to order her coffee, it becomes clear that she is a bit scatterbrained with something of an inconsistent stutter every few sentences. Her Irish accent will also come through, but only ever so slightly. Aoife, having lived in Ireland for her formative years and approximately half of her life has lost most of the colloquialisms and pronunciations. However she has kept it on a few words, like 'park' or 'car' and 'hour' or 'sour'. Her voice isn’t harsh in the slightest, and isn’t overly emotional either. It is somewhat pulled back as if she is giving a prepared presentation and a lot of her pronunciation has a very forward oral posture. There is a sense of immediacy when she speaks, but not so much that it demands attention, rather just asks politely to borrow it. The last thing you might pick up from Aoife's body language is her lack of self-worth. It isn't incredibly noticeable as she is confident enough, but the lack of held gazes, the introverted body language - some of these signs may point you to that conclusion.

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Aoife is finishing her bachelor's degree in pre-med and works at the video rental store on weekends.

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♦ Naive ♦ Eager to Please ♦ Attentive ♦ Adaptive ♦ Kind ♦ Insecure ♦

Aoife's youth shines through every word she speaks and every action she takes. While for a human she is entering adulthood, in the terms of angels Aoife is extraordinarily young. While she isn't childlike at all, her naivety is perhaps one of her greatest weaknesses both as an angel and as a person. This naivety is typically brought about by trying to make others happy, at times at the cost of her own happiness. But, more often than not Aoife's charitable attitude is well received by most of the people she interacts with. She hasn't had the misfortune of being burned too badly, it is just something she is often warned about. Regardless Aoife is not often deterred from caring for people or things. As someone who has been driven to attend medical school, despite not having much to go off of financially, she is against violence of all kinds and refuses to be a part of it as of this moment.

Aoife is constantly analyzing those around her, looking for changes or warning signs that other may miss. She is somewhat motherly in that regard, hilariously enough given her age. But she can't really help it - she has a knack for caring for others and is passionate about it. An example of this tendency is her examination of her friends' outfits, if they're wearing the same clothes or if they look like they are going through a hard time she is the type to follow up on it without question. Perhaps Aoife's most defining characteristic is a combination of the previous three. She changes the way she behaves to match those around her like a social chameleon. She is often willing to try anything to make someone happy, this has caused her some trouble in the past. But Aoife has a strong head on her shoulders, even if socially she is easy to manipulate - she is incredibly intelligent receiving top grades in her pursuit of her Bachelor of Science.

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Aoife has had something of a charmed life, which she rationalizes is the reason she is able to commit herself so fully to helping others. She really only had one negative experience growing up that significantly shaped who she became today. But passed that, she was given myriad opportunities for growth, success, and learning.

Aoife's earliest memories are dreams, flying through the sky, falling towards the earth, and being adopted. Growing up in foster home was pretty good for the young girl, she took a liking to helping her younger foster siblings learn how to read. But her childhood zoomed by with only the faintest memories left in their wake. Her fondest, was reading to her two foster siblings while they would fall asleep. She could almost sense just how happy it made them and not only did it make her happy herself, it may as well have rejuvenated her every time. By the time she was ready to go to private school she was on her way to the Edgetown's most prestigious academy. She would spend her preteen and teenage years there, working hard to get into university.

Aoife skipped the sixth year as she was proving to become exponentially more intelligent. It was, as far as she can remember due to her Biology teacher being as supportive as she was. Every A on a test was all the more energy to go out and do it again. But that's when she met the love of her teenage years, a girl name Rebecca. Rebecca wasn't necessarily notable, but there was a single interaction that would pull the two together. Aoife helping a young student pass a test, the boy had been ostracized by his peers. Rebecca later approached Aoife and admitted that it was the coolest thing she had seen someone do at the 'preppy shithole.' But Aoife didn't hear the words, the feeling she felt was as innocent and purely addictive as only teenage love could be.

Aoife and Rebecca would end up dating for a year and a half. Rebecca herself was a genuine, if not reserved girl who really did appreciate Aoife's overwhelmingly positive attitude. The problems only stemmed from the friends that Rebecca kept. They weren't necessarily an overly tough crowd, nor were they very rude. But the pressure for Aoife to drink and do drugs was there from the brisk age of fifteen until she was nearly seventeen. While Aoife was studying at this point specifically to get into medical school and knew that the effects of drugs and drinking at such a young age at the very least threatened her ability to attend post-secondary education, let alone any potential health risks. But, it was more complicated than saying no. Since Aoife could remember the only thing she enjoyed more than the satisfaction of personal betterment was making people happy. That is how Aoife learned how to shotgun a beer better than most frat boys at the age of sixteen.

But it wasn't long before Aoife recognized the pattern and knew that she had to end things immediately. Rebecca was sweet and downright addictive to make happy, but she wasn't worth Aoife throwing her life. So she decided to make the judgement call while she still could. Rebecca who had her B license was driving Aoife around as they typically did late in the evening. Typically the Irish girl would be sitting passenger, forehead against the window while she studied - with Rebecca belting out show tunes. It was a good system for Rebecca, it made her happy. But Aoife didn't bring her notes that night and after a long talk, it ended. Unfortunately Aoife hadn't realized how poorly Rebecca would take it, she was kicked out of the car and left on the side of the road in the middle of the night. It was perhaps to only time Aoife has gotten mad in her entire life.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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24 Times a Second - The video rental store Aoife works at on weekends
Daily Grind - The best and most hip place to get your Tall doubleshot dirty chai no water.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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List character's NPC supporting cast, eg. parents, siblings, sires, mentors, apprentices. Any of these played by other player can later go in the relations sheet.

LANG

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𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Lang Emanuel Monyethebeng.

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25

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Lang lives by the philosophy that if you don’t care how you look, while maintaining a certain level of confidence, no one else will either. He shaves his hair into a buzz cut or slightly longer yet certainly still short. He carries himself with a respectful yet incredibly confident air, not doubting himself much at all – even when it’d perhaps be healthy to do so. Lang carries a slight southern drawl originating from Corpus Christi Texas, even though he was born in Johannesburg and didn’t move until he was five. He has certainly taken to many American traditions however, big meals, acoustic guitars – all the necessities. Lang tends to wear a decent amount of clothing, often sporting a buttoned flannel jacket, an undershirt, and potentially a fall jacket should the weather call for it. Though he is also no stranger to the tank and shorts combination if he can find a beach.

Of course, since moving to Edgetoun Lang hasn’t found too many beaches, sad to say as his beach body is something of a work of art.

The young man has a rather welcoming smile and a friendly way about him, often times making sure everyone is involved in any given activity. He stands around six feet four inches and has quite a bit of bulk on him. He eats a very high protein diet and is constantly working out. That is, when he isn’t consumed by his studies. He sports near-permanent bags under his eyes do to his constant late nights, but it isn’t all that surprising for a beat cop working night shifts. He also seems to have a realism play through his eyes whenever drinking comes up in conversation.

Speaking of, his piercing blue eyes betray his all brawn and no brains appearance. They evaluate everything around him and often feel somewhat invasive. Though his kind and relaxed facial features do alleviate some of this, thankfully. Overall, Lang looks like a nice guy, but the longer you look the longer the spool of yarn seems to travel.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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First time, long time and beat cop by night.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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College of Sorcery.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Lang is as self-destructive as they come. Outwardly, he wants to be your friend and he seems like he’s got it all together. He is also fairly well spoken, something that belies his stereotypical cowboy appearance somewhat. He is soft-spoken and contemplative, he loves speaking with another intelligent or passionate person. It is when he is alone that he changes. It starts small, a few drinks when he gets home, some practicing of his transmutation, perhaps his summoning, fatalistic comments about his father, about him, how bad could he have been that his father had to leave? A few more drinks, a sarcastic comment about Lang being yet another beat cop with a drinking problem. A few more drinks. Hopefully at this point he passes out.

Lang when he is with people is nice, but in a distant way. He compliments you on your performance on the field and is off before you can respond. He’ll be the first to pat you on the back if you need it, but you won’t reach him later that day when you send him a message. Even on a good day where you catch him eating, perhaps sit down with him, he has become all too experienced in dodging questions and using those questions to ask you something instead. It is a façade that has worked, but surely someone has noticed at this point. His smile hangs a little too low to be believed one hundred percent of the time.

Lang is better when he has something to do. Work at night and the radio distract him from his busy mind so his smile is a bit lighter at night. For all his negatives though, at the end of the day he is a genuine man – honest to his core.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Lang’s past isn’t too spectacular or interesting. He was born in Jberg and spent the first five years of his life there. Enough to have something of an accent when his mother moved them to Corpus Christi, Texas. His father didn’t come with them – at the time it was something to do with his pride, but his mother wouldn’t explain for more than a few years. Lang didn’t care too much at 5 he liked his mom better anyway. Lang had pretty basic interactions with most of the other kids in school. They made fun of his accent for a few years, he hit puberty first and they stopped making fun of him. By the time he graduated high school he was indistinguishable from any other Texan. Blond hair, blue eyes and captain of the football team – he was absolutely ordinary for where he was. Other than the fact that no announcer could read the name on the back of his jersey, but they clearly meant well.

He even had a nickname that was a rabbit hole until an inside joke. His friends called him Cash as it was easier to remember than Lang or Monyethebeng. The reason was one memorable game in which one announcer referred to him as Land Moneyinthebank. He nearly dropped the ball from laughing so hard. Once he graduated his mother told him about his father, that they didn’t regretfully leave him there and that he was something of an alcoholic – a violent man. Lang took the information but he wasn’t sure how to synthesize it. It was something of a catch 22 that he had found himself in. He didn’t want to acknowledge his father, hell he had barely thought about him for years. But he couldn’t help but feel like no matter what he did it was a response to who his father was.

Lang was looking pretty good coming out of high school, save for his grades. He was something of a local legend with his football play but only a year into school at UTofA. After dropping out Lang was 19 years old and directionless. He spent his days drinking and his nights working construction. This continued for three more years before he decided that he was going to do anything but end up like his father. He bought a plane ticket, kissed his mother farewell and moved to the UK. Edgetoun, specifically – he didn’t want to be known and he certainly didn’t want a reputation and Edgetoun felt big enough that it had other things going on. It took him two and a half years to get a job on the Metropolitan Police in Edgetoun. But there he was, in his new uniform driving around aimlessly, partnerless, listening to a voice on the other end of a radio – for some reason refusing to turn it off. He’d even call in every once in a while. That radio became his single greatest lifeline in an insanely short amount of time. In his car at night listening to her voice is home for Lang.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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Diamond in the Rough

– A batting cage by the precinct he spends breaks there unless he’s calling in to his favourite radio station.

The Watering Hole

- It's a seedy bar, not too great on the eyes and some, if not all of the clientele don't appreciate a cop being there. But it reminds him of home. He sits in the booth facing the back, to make everyone else feel a bit more at ease.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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Lang’s mom lives in Texas still, and he doesn’t have any friends yet. Just a radio.

[Nallore]

Totally interested, but you already know this lol.

[McHaggis]

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EVE

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Evelyn de les Beauchamp et Lumieres.

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24. (95)

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• Confidence seeps out of her pores like no one else. Prolonged eye contact, no boundaries, the full Monty.
• Clothing that is nice, but not overly expensive. Lounging in dress shirts she has collected like trophies, sundresses on walks, and nice flannel when working at the bar.
• Small scarring on the small of her back, looks pretty nasty it is small but very easily visible. No tattoos or piercings.
• Wears her hair down in only the most casual way, but has been known to sometimes throw it up into a messy bun when she’s nervous. Which is nearly never, but who knows.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Bartender at The Slye Fox.

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Nah.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Frankly, there are some weird stereotypes for lust demons. It’s not all ‘I want to get at your bits’ and nothing else. Lust is read as strictly sexual, but people forget about those who lust for power, conquest, and all the other essentials for a fun Friday night. But, well when Eve is concerned you’d be forgiven for not remembering how singular lust can be. Eve is a very singular person, she can make you feel like you’re the only person in the world or just one of a million.. Eve is a sucker, however, for a friend. She may not act like it, she may even lie to herself about it, but Eve hates being alone. She works a social job, lives with a girl that is the source thousands of people get their news from, she likes the white noise of her life. She enjoys the hustle, there isn’t a doubt about that.

Past all that though Eve is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to three things. Mixing drinks, social… Engagements, and loyalty. A mate is a mate for a night, a friend is a friend for life – As Eve likes to remind people. She has something of complex emotions surrounding other people, granted you wouldn’t know this by the way she acts, but one might infer through her actions. She is almost begging for attention in certain situations – not exactly an oddity among lust demons. All that to say, she has her flaws – even if she is confident to no apparent end and could be a textbook definition for the antonym of shy.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Eve keeps her background pretty low key, but one of the few times she was drunkenly ranting to Blake about her past she did let a small story slip.

At one point in her life, when she was still living in France or perhaps Quebec no doubt, she mentioned a war. It isn't clear which one, but she doesn't look a day older than 25 so it's probably Afghanistan right?

The story drones on, it isn't all that interesting. She was with a nurse at the time, he goes off to war - the usual sappy story about writing and writing. Eventually Eve is delivered a coffin and a flag. She keeps the flag in her suitcase, folded incredibly neatly. It is around this point in the story that Eve gets quiet and even vaguer. Something about making amends, and showing them the consequences of their actions. She then showed her friend her scar, and after a truly strange fifteen seconds of silence laughed it off as some old bullshit that doesn't matter anymore and went to her room.

There are seeming holes in the story, how could she have been old enough to be with someone during the time of a war? What are the consequences she talked about? Eve is nothing if not an enigma, as is her history.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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ᴋɪᴛᴛy ᴋᴏʀɴᴇʀ ➞ On slow nights for the bar, or just when Eve wants to pick up some extra money she strips here. She isn’t a regular but rather a once a week kind of girl, every once in a while she’ll also attend as a voyeur. Lust demon gonna lust. Her stage name is Lights.
The Slye Fox ➞ A small old creaky pub that Eve works at. It hosts primarily two crowds. Tough guys that drink tough beer because they’re tough, and a lot of hipsters looking for something ‘classic’.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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[Grimoire Gaming]

Loki Van Stenberg

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Loki Van Stenberg
^{The former name he was born with, albeit spelled differently, the latter was chosen most recently because he liked the dramatic flair. He moves around a lot, mostly keeping to Europe, and changes his name with every move.
Aliases/Nicknames include: Low Key, Kingpin, and the Trickster}

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~30. (~1100)
^{Born to a Vikingar couple in the Summer of 830, give or take a few decades. His most current falsified documentation lists his D.O.B. as July 13th, 1987.}

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Devilishly handsome, is that enough? No? Okay then. With soulful blue eyes and a tidy crop of chestnut curls, one might almost be convinced that Loki is innocent. It is his ever present five o’clock shadow and crooked smirk which betray that he is up to absolutely no good, just like the god he was named for. He stands at about 185 centimeters with a toned and muscular build, but not overly so.

Appearances are of utmost importance to the aged viking — old habits die hard — and as such, he is hardly ever seen without at least a two piece suit, or a lab coat, if he’s working. Scars? Aye, he got a few of them raiding and trading his way across the Scandinavian homelands back in his human years eons ago, but most are faint and easily hidden by his apparel.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Legal Profession — He is a Senior Chemist at the research lab in Redbridge, earned a bonafide PhD and everything! He has a passion for the sciences. Having a well-paying job like this makes for a good cover on how he really got the fancy cars and mansion up on Avalon Point.

Underground Profession — Loki is anonymously one of the main players of London's drug scene. Narcotics, hallucinogens, uppers, downers, you name it! If it exists, Low Key has a man running the stuff on the streets. And the Kingpin doesn’t just cater to the humans, hell no, he’s got the stuff to get the Others wrecked as well. He also has just plain ol’ blood available, for those too morally weak to do their own hunting, but willing enough to look the other way on how said blood was obtained in the first place. Loki’s real pride and joy, though, is O-neg. Being a vampire scientist with unlimited access to state-of-the-art laboratory equipment, Loki figured out a way to genetically and chemically alter human blood so that it gives vampires the effect of being high — a previously unattainable state for vamps, aside from the very mild effects one could gain from the tainted blood of a drugged human. Pressed into tiny red tablets emblazoned with an ‘O’, O-neg does different things for different vamps; For some it feels like ecstasy, some just pot, and some experience hallucinations as one would with PCP. O-neg can take you all the way up to the clouds, and then promptly let you crash through the floorboards. It’s the real deal, and when you’re working with vampire lifespans and immunities, what the hell else do you have to do with your time? Come on, you know you want to try it…

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Independent — You don’t get this far in life with a profession like Loki’s by making a lot of noise. Loki prefers to keep a low profile, skulking about in the shadows without appearing to be the threat that he is what keeps his business secret and safe. He isn’t even an outed supernatural, only those closest in his inner circle know what he is, and even fewer know who he is. Being an Independent vampire keeps the older, stuffier vamps from sniffing around in his dealings and discovering things that they shouldn’t. Being an Independent vampire is Loki’s only option, until the day that perhaps it isn’t anymore.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Loki is double-edged sword, simply put. Listening to him talk is easy, a trait that made him a good college professor in his past lives. He is very intelligent and tells some of the best stories you’ve ever heard — who knows how true some of them are, though. And, hell, he could charm the pants off of just about anyone; Can, and has, most likely. Even with boatloads of charisma, he can be quite the egotistical dick sometimes. It is glaringly obvious that his own favorite person is, indeed, himself. And though vikings are known for having treated most people relatively equally long before it was the popular opinion, Loki can come off as a bit of a chauvinist. But hey, nobody’s perfect, and perfect was never something that the Trickster strived to be. If you can sand down those abrasive, crusty edges, you’ll find a real softy inside Loki. He just wants what everyone else wants: to have people who truly care about him.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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This section could go on for pages, but brevity is in fact the soul of wit. Flóki Björnsson was born to a jarl and his wife during the 9th century in the lands now known as Sweden. Growing up in the Vikingar lifestyle was as much as one might expect: tough, violent, bloody, but also noble, adventurous, and enriching. Vikingar ideals make up a lot of who Loki is today, and don’t believe all the clichés and stereotypes you hear about the Vikings, they aren’t the savages history books paint them to be. Flóki’s human life ended in a brutal battle across the sea in what is now Poland. It was a warrior’s death that would make his father proud, and earn his place in the halls of Valhalla, or Fólkvangr, he wasn’t picky. At least, that would have been the case, if he hadn’t woken up after, bloodied in a field among his fallen brothers and sisters with a burning thirst in his throat unlike any he’d ever known. Naturally, he went on to murder the nearest living, breathing thing… or ten.

In modern times, Loki makes his mark by finding new ways to turn heads in different locations around the world. Every few years, mostly when people start to question why he isn’t aging, Loki moves and takes on a new name and identity. He takes his business and the money it makes with him, of course, and though his legal surname changes, his aliases remain, as does his first name. Low Key is not fond of the mass outing of the supernaturals, preferring to keep his nature like his business, underground. Nothing good can come of the humans knowing about the Others, not that he fears them. No, they are a fickle race that is likely to bring about their own demise just to get their own points across… and that would make finding a good meal a hell of a lot harder.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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KITTY KORNER — You know damn well why he goes here. It hosts a menagerie of beautiful women, it is high class, and it’s frequented by other vampires. The Korner checks all the boxes, really.

ACE OF SPADES — It’s a vampire night club, of course he goes there. Attending places like this is good way to gauge how well his product is being received. Although the Kingpin remains anonymous, he frequently commingles with his unknowing clients to ensure that they are enjoying themselves. Plus, it’s good for him to loosen up every now and again.

SLYE FOX — This is one of the best and only pubs around Edgetoun. Loki frequently goes here for a “few” casual pints with his friends and associates, or simply by himself. They say only alcoholics drink alone, and they may be right, but it’s pretty damned hard for a vamp to be an alcoholic. The best part about the Slye Fox is the absence of that loud, thumping club music. So peaceful...

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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Jarl Björn, father, died in battle.
Jarl Ragna, mother, died shortly after, giving birth to Loki’s sister.
Frida Björnsson, sister, unknown… Loki assumes she’s dead
Alistair Queen, old friend, alive
Béatrix de la Croix, old frenemy, alive
And more to come...

I have Loki pretty much done. I will work on Suriel tomorrow, if not then, hopefully the next night!

[Write]

AILA

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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(Kawennahere) Aila Atleo.

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19

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Aila is in incredible physical shape for an nineteen year old girl. She has the fitness level approaching that of an Olympic athlete. She has very well defined core and leg muscles and slightly less shoulder and upper arm muscle definition. She has long black hair that reaches her mid to lower back. She will typically either have one large braid that goes down her right shoulder – or she will let it flow completely let down. She usually wears a jacket that her father used to wear, and underneath that a plaid flannel shirt and typically a pair of jeans, weather be damned. Aila sports a pair of winter boots she found in a men’s room at a pit stop on her way to Edgetoun and doesn’t own any other shoes.

Aila’s body is noticeably scarred, many claw and teeth marks reaching anywhere from her hips to her neck including one rather nasty scar on the side of her throat. She has found that she has a hard time staying out of fights and as such typically has some kind of wound on her face. One notable example is when she was under investigation, just a day after the ‘other’ story came out. She had to reapply a wound twice during the investigation to due to her advanced healing. Her original bite mark is perhaps the most clear scar on her body and it is on her right outer thigh. Aila has orangey brown eyes and larger lips than she enjoys. Though they make for prime biting material. She will sometimes be found wearing a rather simple denim button up shirt. This is notably the only outfit Aila wears when she is attempting to dress up for someone. She doesn’t wear it for a full day very often.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Secretary at the Police Department.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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A werewolf without a pack.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Aila is easily excited by many things, and likes to talk to people – however due to experiences in her past with the Mi’kmaq tribe of werewolves, she believe herself to be incredibly inadequate at most things. While she can put this worry inside for business, for example performing secretarial duties at a police station. Aila’s weariness is heavily linked to her former status as an Epsilon. Turned from the age of eight years old she is heavily defensive and dislikes walking home at night – even though she could physically overpower most potential assailants. As Aila has been living a life filled with violence and the murder of friends since she was eight years old - she has a strange relationship with violence. On one hand, it is extremely casual for her to witness. On the other - she avoids it at all costs not due to fear but due to a more complicated sense of pattern.

Aila has only once been in a relationship and it was unhealthy for her. But something in her soul wants her to find love and she hasn’t stopped looking. She often finds herself fluttering at the call of her name and is rather easily impressionable as far as crushes go. She, however rarely fully commits to acting on her crushes. Typically, she’ll out herself as having a crush on a certain person and immediately afterwards distance herself. Forgoing further contact is usually the plan of attack from there. Two quirks Aila has is her absolute adoration of spooning (she is the littlest spoon) and dancing. Though she doesn’t get much time to practice either with her lack of relationships and fear that someone may see her dancing. Her joy of dancing comes from her late mother, who was a professional dancer.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Aila comes from a small reserve locally known as Kettlepoint, do to a large amount of rocks, the tops of which look like kettles located along the shore of the reserve. To visit, Kettlepoint is a nice enough place. Dour weather be damned, the vistas are beautiful and there are a few cheaper bars and cigarette stands. Not the worst place to spend the afternoon if you got stuck there. However, spending fifteen years there can be... More than painful. Aila knows this first hand. Her parents both passed away from external causes when she was too young to make sure she remembered their faces and she was taken in by a local gang who, unbeknownst to the young girl, were werewolves.

By the time she was eight, they turned her in a ritualistic ceremony and from that moment on Aila's life was simpler. She did what the pack wanted and her life was easier. When she struck out, her life was harder. There isn't much to analyze, or anything to say about it - when Aila left the pack at the age of 17 she gave them a diversion and left absolutely nothing behind. No family, no money, nothing. Aila worked in a diner for a week, bought a plane ticket out of the country - the cheapest one she could find that'd get her off the same landmass as her old pack. And somehow along the way she ended up in Edgetoun about a year and a half later.

Aila has done well for herself recently. She's got a small apartment to herself, a job at the police station working as the secretary and she hasn't killed anyone in at least two years now. She feels, a lot saner.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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The Crypt Café - It's kind of nice, pretty quiet, and as a bonus they play the exact type of music that Aila loves to dance to. Nothing crazy, just low-key feel good music.

Grandville - The best place in town for books. Aila can often be found sitting in the aisles reading, being told that she should buy that in a non-serious way before the staff go back to their standing around.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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There isn't any.

[McHaggis]

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[Grimoire Gaming]

SURIEL

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Dr. Suriel Anne White

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Early 30’s. (Ageless)

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Seven years ago, when Suriel first arrived, their hair fell chin-length in soft yellow curls. Now they wear it cropped short on the sides, longest on top, and platinum blond in color. Bright blue-green eyes stare in stark contrast to a pale white complexion. As far as style goes, Suriel is just as likely to be seen wearing a suit and tie as they are a dress, it's whatever they prefer that day, really. They are always well-dressed for any occasion, as fashion has proved to be one of the more entertaining aspects of life on Earth. Not a single ounce of makeup has ever touched the angel’s face, making their pale features seem all the more ethereal. Their voice is an even tenor and they stand at a tall 183cm with a broad and relatively flat chest, and a lithe frame. Overall, their entire look lives and breathes androgyny.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Medical Resident in the Neurosurgery Unit of Edgetoun Memorial Hospital

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Angel — Suriel’s goal is to serve, assist, and enrich humanity with their specific Duty being healing.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Suriel was sent here with one goal: to be a healer of the people. They have studied and worked tirelessly to accomplish this goal and hope to eventually earn their way back to their golden home. Suriel was more than happy to be a diligent student and seeks to continue learning about diseases of the mind and body. The human brain is of particular interest, hence Suriel’s residency specialization in neurosurgery. Suriel believes that understanding is the first step towards truly helping a person. That being said, they are prone to judgement and, unfortunately, they tend to judge the sinner rather than the sin itself — which is a self-recognized personal fault. This judgemental behavior is relatively recent, and possibly a form of psychological projection.

Since beginning their residency at the hospital, Suriel has had… feelings. First, it was the handsome doctor in charge of cardiology, and then it was the pretty ginger nurse in pediatrics. Lustful thoughts and urges seeded themselves in their mind. Suriel has yet to act on them, and sees them for what they are: sin. Yet, the temptation is always there, and staying on the righteous path gets harder every day.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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The Beginning
“¹ In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. ² Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

³ And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. ⁴ God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. ⁵ God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.”
— Genesis 1:1-8

Long before Suriel came to Earth and took on an English surname, they watched the birth and growth of humanity under the will of Creation. In the vastness of time and space that is the golden city, they also saw the death of man. And so was born their task: to heal the bodies and souls of the broken. The wayward children must be guided to the path of righteousness.

Suriel was one of the few angels to land as a full-grown adult. They had to become a legitimate person, so they followed their vague clairvoyant visions, which lead to a person who could help them become a bonafide citizen. Bending the law served the greater good in working towards their Duty, so Suriel was willing to look the other way in this instance. Suriel enrolled in university, where they studied pre-medicine, and then went on to study medicine further, with specializations in psychology and neurology. They obtained their medical doctorate and are currently serving as a resident in the neurosurgery unit of Edgetoun Memorial Hospital.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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EDGETOUN MEMORIAL HOSPITAL — Suriel spends more time in their workplace than they do in any other place, including their own apartment. Though they work well over the standard forty hours a week, Suriel does not tire of their work. This is their calling and their purpose. EMH is the largest hospital in the area and it is exceedingly average in terms of funding for medical devices and machinery.

GRANDVILLE — The angel loves a good read, whether it be for work, or for pleasure. Discovering hidden gems in the old pages and enjoying the cozy atmosphere is a favored pastime in the rare instances that Suriel has a few moments of free time.

PROSPECT PARK — Taking a stroll through this glorious area of reclaimed natural beauty is refreshing. Suriel frequents this area mostly because it is located on the walk between their apartment and the nearest underground station to travel to work.

OUR MOTHER OF MERCY — When Suriel is not working, sleeping, eating, or spending a few hours to themself to rest, they are donating their time to charity. Suriel often volunteers in the soup kitchen at Mercy and assists in comforting and caring for the lost and downtrodden souls that find their way to this quiet place of sanctuary. Our Mother of Mercy also serves as a full time Anglican church, which Suriel attends the services of every Sunday morning.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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Potential IC Roommate & Close Friend TBA
IC Relations TBA
No family to speak of.
No notable NPCs yet.

Second character is done! Wow, I'm so proud of me. :D

[McHaggis]

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[Barrett]

The classic For Queen and Country experience; you complete the relationship sheet for one character, go to sleep and wake up to find not one, not two, not three but five new characters.

[Apokalipse]

GUY

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𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Tae-woo "Guy" Lee.

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Twenty-five.

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• Guy has a soft, angelic face that screams innocence and naivety.
• Guy is 5'10" and hates when he meets people taller than him - he doesn't like it when people tower over him. Posture-wise, his back tends to be very stiff, even when relaxing.
• There is a scar on his left palm from where scissors sliced his hand on accident, while he was in a fit of pain.
• Guy likes a simple style of plain t-shirts and cozy sweaters with blue jeans or comfy sweatpants. Comfort over style, essentially.
• Smiles all around! Guy likes to smile a lot and it has been remarked as being sweet and wide. In general, his face is very easy to read and his expressions are an open book.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Guy was a part of the South Korean military before he was discharged due to health reasons. Currently, Guy works as a barista at The Daily Grind.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Guy is unaware that he is a dhampire and so he does not belong to any faction.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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The word that best encompasses Guy’s personality is ᴇᴀʀɴᴇꜱᴛ. Every action he makes it made with an intense sincerity that simply can’t be faked; he’s the type that approaches life with such honest and simple conviction. Hidden agendas and backhanded behavior is just not in his nature and, maybe it’s because of his genuine character, Guy is also incredibly ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴩᴀʀᴇɴᴛ. You can be a stranger and still be able to read every emotion that flickers across his expressive face; but, he doesn’t mind being so see-through, he doesn’t really see the point in hiding his feelings in the first place. In this way, Guy is almost straight-forwardly simple. Unfortunately, because he is so earnest, Guy can also be pretty ᴛᴀᴄᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ as he doesn’t really understand the intricacies of personal information and space. Because he has nothing to hide, Guy can be extraordinarily ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟy and approaches everyone as a potential new friend rather than someone to be wary of. A definite plus to having Guy as a friend is his ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ-ꜱᴋɪɴɴᴇᴅ way of laughing everything off – insults, sarcastic quips, lies, almost nothing can scare Guy away from his friends!

Maybe one of the most annoying of his traits is his ᴄʟᴜᴇʟᴇꜱꜱɴᴇꜱꜱ. Guy tends to be very unobservant and takes everything at face value, which often leads him lost and confused when a certain level of reading between the lines is necessary. It doesn’t help that he’ll loudly declare his confusion, too, to everyone who can hear. It doesn’t help matters that he is ᴇᴀꜱɪʟy ꜱɪᴅᴇ-ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ and sometimes serious matters have to take a backseat to a curiosity Guy noticed and wants to investigate further.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Guy grew up in Seoul, South Korea living with his doting single mother, Mi-kyung Lee, and an old dog named after Britney Spears. All in all, it was a pretty normal life for Guy – who was known by his real name, Tae-woo, rather than his English name he adopted in Edgetoun. The only thing rough about his childhood were the moments of extreme pain that came out of nowhere and the haunting question of his father.

As a child, Guy bothered his mom a lot about the identity of his father and how they met – did it with the least amount of tact, too, that made it almost impossible for Mi-kyung to deflect his questions. Usually, his mom told him about his father in the vaguest way possible while still satisfying his curiosity – “he was a handsome man”, “we met in England, when I was studying abroad”, or “You are almost the spitting image of him”. It wasn’t until he was twelve that she dropped the bomb on him – he was the product of a one-night stand that occurred during Mi-kyung’s wild college days. After that, Guy stopped asking – it was obvious his father wasn’t of importance and he didn’t really feel like seeking out some stranger when nothing would come of it.

Instead, Guy focused more on his family and friends that were with him than the missing father figure. Ergo, he spent all his time with his partner-in-crime childhood friend, Chul-Soo, devising ways to chase off his mother’s new boyfriends. He was fiercely protective of his single mother and, because he was so focused on stopping the infiltration of her boyfriend of the month, his grades suffered exponentially. Matter of fact, Guy was a terrible student – couldn’t bring himself to focus during class, didn’t like to study out of it. He spent most of his time playing videogames or running around outside. When he graduated high school, this meant he didn’t have many career options. However, his mom had to quit working due to back problems and Guy had to step up to take care of her and good old Britney Spears.

Entering his compulsory military service was the obvious choice. Guy figured his life could be planned out after he got his draft out of the way and it was a particularly nice way of earning some good cash for his family. Turns out, though, Guy actually kind of liked being military! He practically thrived in the army and wanted to make a career after it, even when his mandatory years were up. The thing is, though, the older he got…the worst his childhood pains became. For the most part, the attacks never came on in public and his commanding officers didn’t know about his health issues. Now, Guy never hid his health issues on purpose, he just forgot to mention it during his first health examination and his second one and third…And, well, five years into his military service came one of the worst pain attacks Guy has ever had. In the middle of a military ceremony. After multiple health examinations, Guy was sent a letter discharging him of the military and he spent a year in sweatpants, on the couch sulking.

During that year, Guy attended doctor appointment after doctor appointment in hopes of finding out what was wrong with him. His mother’s side of the family never had any such problems and the other half of his family tree was a large question mark. His primary physician suspected it might be a genetic disorder, but she had no idea where to start without knowing his father’s family history. A year of sulking and a worried hovering mother who had to resume working when her son couldn’t find work later, Guy made the decision to go to England in search of his father and find out what was wrong with him. A week later, he’s packing his bags and heading to Edgetoun.

He’s been in Edgetoun for three months now, working at The Daily Grind while living in a shitty apartment with no leads on his father.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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• ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɪʟy ɢʀɪɴᴅ ➞ Since arriving in Edgetoun, Guy has been paying his rent working as a barista here. He is here more often than not as he tends to take extra shifts and covers for coworkers a lot. No matter how tired he is, Guy can be seen smiling and conversing with the cafe patrons that bother to give him the time of day.
• ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴀʟ ➞ Guy loves walking along the Canal as it reminds him of walking alongside the Han River in Seoul. The sound of water is very soothing to him and he loves to walk the length of it while snacking or drinking coffee. It's a time for relaxation for the usually hyper man.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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[McHaggis]

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[Write]

ELEANOR

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Eleanor English.

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40s (896)

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• 5'7", fairly athletic build thought not too noticeably, seems to be in great shape for her age.
• She dresses in a fashion that seems like a good blend of style and substance. Designer coats with jeans and sunglasses. The one thing that is notable is just how expensive most of her clothes look to be.
• An absolute charmer, something of a perfect politician. She had spent a great deal of time perfecting her fake laugh, smile and happy gaze.
• Holds herself with the utmost amount of confidence, almost never hesitating in any manner.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Celebrity, ex-con, too many to list really. She owns a large manor just outside of Edgetoun, however, that is notable for taking in those who many need lodging under difficult circumstances. She has amassed enough money to not work a single day in her life, which is saying something given she won’t die of natural causes.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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It’s just her, baby.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Eleanor’s life began with politics, with politics came worship, and with worship came addiction. This is something that Eleanor does not fight, but revels in, she is a hedonist at heart. Eleanor is thickheaded to the logical extreme, it took her until the 15th century to admit to herself that she had a problem. Eleanor is not impulsive in the slightest. If anything she contemplates her actions for years, if not centuries before taking one. Perhaps one of the most consistent themes through Eleanor’s life is her ability to be convincing. She has a funny and charismatic way of worming her preferred course of action into any one conversation.

Eleanor hates being told no, more so than most responses she can receive. It’s most likely why she spent so much time learning how to convince people to say yes. But that hate she feels when she is denied is very much indicative of her potential anger. Eleanor is the woman that will raze a country to spite one resident. That being said, you’d never know. She hides her hand close to her chest and is nearly impossible to read what with her wisdom garnered over the centuries.

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Eleanor has had an incredibly glamourous life at least, for parts of it. Whenever someone lives for nearly a millennia there are ups and downs. Eleanor’s life started in France, but by 1152 she had moved to England and never returned to her homeland. In that time Eleanor had been married off once, the first time when she was 17 and a second time when she was 30. It would be approximately ten years later that her life would become more than it ever should have. A casual invitation from foreign emissaries turned into an invasion. Late at night Eleanor was taken from her bed and turned to a vampire. Her sire, a woman who had been alive since nearly the turn of the millennia was part of an ancient order.

The woman would continue to harass Eleanor for years, forcing her to flee the country. It was 1160 when Eleanor entered Croatia and hid there until 1255. That near-century was spent experimenting with her new set of rules. Weaknesses in her physical form, newfound abilities, strengths, and hungers. In 1255, when her sire returned to reap what she had sewn all those decades ago, Eleanor was prepared.

By the time the sun came up the woman had so many stakes through her that she wasn’t wholly recognizable as a person anymore. Eleanor, free to do as she wanted. She, for the next 600 years spent a different century in a different country. In no particular order she spent time in Egypt, Spain, China, America, Russia, and Greece. She has become fluent in all of the primary languages of those countries, including of course English. She cannot, however, speak French.

It was in 1955 that she returned to England, specifically she made her way to London. She spent a great deal of time observing how politics, regional, provincial and federal had progressed to this point. She had no interest in a throne anymore, for as time marched ever swiftly forward there was a new throne being made. One of the public eye – and Eleanor had her heart and eyes set on it. However her ‘information gathering’ quickly turned to stalking, which did get her arrested for a brief 12 years.

But who could have predicted her luck when a small berg named Edgetoun, a place only spitting distance from a property she had acquired shortly before going to jail, would be the tipping point for the ‘other’s’ as humans had taken to calling her kind. The prophetic import of a cowardly werewolf’s conscience twitching couldn’t have been understood by anyone at the time. Nor did it need to be. Her plan was in motion at last.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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Kitty Corner – An establishment that Eleanor is looking into purchasing, she’ll have her fill of window shopping first, of course.

Edgetoun Museum of Art – In preparation, Eleanor has been frequenting the art museum for the past few weeks on Sundays and Mondays. Just to take in the atmosphere of the town.

Richmond’s – Quelle surprise. It’s a wonderful little dining hall and Eleanor can’t say no to good service.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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She has outlived all family, as she was the only one turned.

[McHaggis]

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