[CHAR] ✨Beyond The Veil✨

[Potter]

Tessa Verren

__________________________________________________________ Tessa Verren __________________________________________________________ • Name: Tessa Verren • Nickname(s) Patches, Tessie & Tessiebear • Age 26 • Gender Female • Birthday March 13th - Pisces, baby • Race Lycan • Rank/Status Omega/newblood Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height 4’11 • Build Petite | Muscular | Scarred • Eye Color Blue • Hair Color & Style Light red/auburn • Skin Tone Pale • Notable Marks Scars all over face and body, eyepatch on left eye • Typical Clothing Style T-shirt, tucked into jeans/leggings, boots and leather jacket. Simple is as simple does. • Aura/First Impression A fucking delight • Voice Musical and higher pitched

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests ✦Drawing✦ Baking ✦Cooking ✦Martial Arts ✦Shooting ✦Helping others • Likes ✦Thunderstorms ✦Outdoor ✦Reading ✦Fire ✦Stealing ✦Friendships • Dislikes ✦Violence ✦Backstabbers ✦Boredom ✦Injustice✦ • Fears ✦Being alone ✦Losing control ✦Dying ✦Her reflection✦ • Habits ✦Cooking ✦Baking ✦Reading ✦Fire • Vices ✦Pyromaniac ✦Kleptomania ✦Adrenaline Core Motivation To never be powerless or helpless again. Personality Overview The first impression of Tessa is that she's hyperactive, bold and outspoken. Some people have threatened to tape her mouth shut. She has limitless energy and enjoys talking to anyone who will listen. She doesn’t buckle under stress and remains a calm and steady force. Despite this, she’s polite and sweet. She doesn’t enjoy being mean and often will upset her in the end more than the other person. She doesn’t like to back down or back off, and is therefore quite stubborn. During these moods, someone needs to bring her back down to Halcyon and remind her to live another day. She’s hard-working, often training until she passes out, and needs to be told to stop. Her loyalty is “ride or die”, although if someone pisses her off enough, she might leave them. Tessa doesn’t forgive or forget, and can be cold to those she no longer cares for. Her mercy is not limitless. Tessa’s greatest weapon is her mind. She likes to think through situations. She is clever and often surprises people. Her ability to be level headed has come in handy. Her calmness is an unbreakable force at times. Her heart is big, and she often has to ignore it for her own sanity. She is often underestimated and found to be a bubblehead. Tessa enjoys lying and spinning tall tales for fun to people she doesn’t know. She also is mischievous, enjoys playing with fire, and stealing from other people. This causes her a dopamine rush she craves in order to ignore her trauma. Tessa’s trauma is buried deep beneath the surface. When she’s alone, she often becomes emotional and breaks down. Her selflessness is high. She’d throw herself in front of another person to save them rather than save her own life. Tessa is a daredevil, often enjoying adrenaline based activities. She hates the wardens who abandoned her and has vowed to never become helpless again. Tessa’s need for control and distraction often pushes her into danger. Underneath the bravado, she is sensitive and cries when alone. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship 5 • Openness to Romance 4 • Romantic Preferences Open • Current Romantic Interests Herself • View on Forbidden Relationships Life is a slice of cake, you might as well try it • Biggest Turn-ons ✦Compassion ✦Empathy ✦Humor • Biggest Turn-offs ✦Evil ✦Rude ✦Unempathetic • Known Friends Luther • Known Enemies The Wardens who threw her to the wolves… literally • Known Family Commander Dane Verren is her father.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation Newblood, pyromaniac • Level of Schooling Bachelor's Degree • Past Occupations Warden | Firearms Instructor • Socioeconomic Status She was middle class, she is now poor • History Summary | Tessa grew up as a human in a family of Wardens. Her father, Dane, the commander Warden, did not shield her from the horrors. Their world left an impression on young Tessa–an idealistic view she would share to anyone who would listen. Instead of their world being a disaster and riddled with crime, she wanted to make it a happier place to live. Tess wanted to see what was beyond the veil of Halcyon and explore the world. She trained hard and was not given leniency under her father. In fact, he was rougher on her than anyone else. Whether it was natural talent, hard work or both, Tessa rose through the ranks. Her optimism and positivity was infectious, yet more contained. She was far too kind to vampires, fae and lycans, and soft on them. Tessa saw them as equals. After all, they had to share this cruel world together, why not try being friends? One of the Wardens, Declan, befriended her whether out of friendship or something else, it wasn’t well known. What happened between them stayed a secret, and a secret Tessa often hid. It was rather surprising to find out Declan and her were an item and he was tasked with protecting her. Unfortunately, some of the other ambitious Wardens did not take to her too kindly. She was too optimistic, too quiet and shy, idealistic, and simply in their damn way. How dare they be bested by this annoying little cunt? Tessa was given missions to lead in the past, but this one was important. This one was about finding a group of rogue lycans that were harassing and turning humans into lycans and left to die from insanity. The group consisted of Declan, Joan, Oskar and Minoa. Tired of being bested, they tricked Tessa and knocked her out in the abandoned building, having led her astray on purpose. Once Tessa woke, she was surrounded by the rogue lycans and on death’s doorstep. What happened next was a blur–one moment she was screaming for help at the top of her lungs, the next she was being saved by an older gentleman–Dominic. The transformation was agonizing and brutal, but not as bad as the betrayal. Dom took her into his care and protected her, saved her, and tended to her. Logan, his right hand man, also assisted. The trio grew quite close and she told them everything, and swore to them to never speak of it again. Years later, Tessa refuses to see Dane again, and is now integrated into Dom’s pack. The shell of her past life was gone–now a new girl stood, this one a lycan, and she was more determined than ever to never be powerless again. Thanks to Dom’s pack and Luther, a new Tessa has risen--one with only one eye, due to the other one becoming blind from the attack. She wears an eyepatch over it, earning her the nickname "Patches."

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▸Lycans ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Turned • Reaction to Full Moon Fear, panic, pain and anxiety • Pack Loyalty Level High • Views on Mortals Shady, needs sunglasses' • Views on Vampires Bloodthirsty, fun • Views on Fae | Unnerving and fun Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song Rise-Katy Perry & Whatever It Takes-Imagine Dragons • Favorite Food Pizza, milkshakes, cakes, brownies, cookies, and veggie burgers • Favorite Animal(s) Bears, hawks, elephants and big cats • Favorite Music Genre Classical & Pop • Favorite Haunt The Underground, Halcyon Pizza, Neon Dream Rink, & Sundown Diner • Signature Weapon Shotgun, handgun, fists, or her mind • Preferred Vices Adrenaline • Pet Peeve Rudeness, disloyalty. backstabbing and not caring about others • Guilty Pleasure Daydreaming, thunderstorms, nail care, stuffed animal collection, fanfiction

[Helo]

[FunnyGuy]

Sean Stone

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Sean Stone • Nickname(s) | Hollow • Age | 30 • Gender | Male • Birthday | 3 October 1996 • Race | Human/Warden • Rank/Status | Field Warden, Mercenary Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6ft • Build | Athletic, muscular • Eye Color | Brown • Hair Color & Style | Straight, short, brown • Skin Tone | Fair, slightly tanned • Notable Marks | Several rose tattoos along his neck, torso, and arms; a piercing in each earlobe • Typical Clothing Style | Cargo pants, muted colored shirts with matching shoes or boots • Aura/First Impression | Difficult to read. Mysterious, yet unnerving • Voice | somewhat deep, smooth, slightly airy Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 2 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 2 • Romantic Preferences | He doesn’t mind a fling, it’s not like he thinks he’s going to get hitched in this line of work • Current Romantic Interests | Insert • View on Forbidden Relationships | It’s better than being food or their puppet • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦Displays of competence or grace ✦Confidence ✦Independence ✦Reliability • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦Overdependence ✦Carelessness ✦Unpredictability ✦Lack of motivation • Known Acquaintances | Elodie Ashbourne, Locke Devlin, Angel Beaumont, (will update if anyone else is interested) • Known Enemies | None (will update if anyone is interested) • Known Family | Father - Sylas Stone (deceased)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies | ✦Weapon cleaning ✦Discovering new elements of Halcyon on foot ✦Cruising through the city ✦Conducting research ✦People watching • Likes | ✦Productive work ✦Coffee ✦Red Meat ✦A challenge ✦Studying his adversaries ✦A good joke here and there • Dislikes | ✦Not meeting his own standards ✦Wasting time ✦Bickering ✦Warden Internal Affairs ✦By-the-book Wardens • Fears | ✦Discovering which memory he lost ✦The Warden being right about the veil ✦For his wallet if he’s around Angel when she’s hungry • Habits | ✦Watching the “drones” drone about ✦Daily exercise ✦maintaining his weapons ✦Sometimes he pats his pistol holster for luck when seeking his next job opportunity ✦Poor sleep schedule • Vices | ✦Caffeine Addiction ✦Callousness ✦Shamelessness Core Motivation Sean only desires to perform what he's good at while making the best of life in Halcyon. He's accepted that anyone emotionally invested in this “war” is just taking the long path in realizing they've already lost the game. He'll live by his own terms, not guided by a code or empty loyalty. Personality Overview A Warden without a code or sense of duty is a dangerous element on the streets of Halcyon, and Sean knows this full and well. To be free in this way is something he values greatly. To most, he comes off as a bit of a mystery, as his motives seem to be too simple to be true. Wardens, Vampires, Lycans, Fae; one thing most could agree on was that, despite his weak motivations, he was highly driven and thoroughly precise in doing what needed to be done. When Sean set his attention on a task, he stuck to it and kept his word on its completion. Sean often pities the vengefulness of other Wardens, finding their feelings to be their self-constructed cage within this prison of a city. To him, such feelings were limiting and blinded one to the big picture. He knows there are some sick fucks in the ranks of each faction, and he's willing to put them down, but similarly, there are others that are simply trying to thrive in this ruthless steel neon-lit jungle of a habitat. Being unbound by a vendetta allows him to keep a level head in a fight with any foe, monster or otherwise. He doesn't mind being heartless at times for he knows he must be as the creatures of the night are relentless. Sean is not a fan of two things: bickering and wasting time on trivial matters. He would much rather give up on an argument than continue on, and is straightforward with most things. He's not the most open about all his methods, but is willing to share enough for those he works with to succeed. He tells people what he thinks they need to know, but only that. When he's not engaged in his work with or against the supernatural, Sean is cool and casual. He might jest a bit, but it's usually in the form of a sidebar comment or a backhanded compliment.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Warden/Mercenary • Level of Schooling | Homeschooled • Socioeconomic Status | Corrupted • History Summary | For Sean Stone, becoming a Warden was not a matter of choice, but his birthright passed down by his father, his father’s father, along with a long-spanning lineage of men and women who fought tirelessly against the creatures preying upon the vulnerabilities of humanity. The Bastion was his second home, and those trained alongside him from childhood were his brothers. From a young age, Sean knew who he’d be and what he’d be for the city of Halcyon: a crusader of humanity and the last line of defense between the longstanding veil and the beasts that yearned to breach it someday. Sean promised that horrid day would never come, not through words or wish but through action. His training was intensive as his father ensured there was no room for his life to veer in any direction except for the path his forefathers laid in blood, sweat, and duty. As a young man, Sean filed into the Warden ranks, from Recruit to Field Warden. He operated as cold as the steel he carried and performed with noteworthy precision, yet curiosity was his devil. More knowledge granted his mind a wider berth of ideas and tactics used to exploit his adversaries. Still a cog in the system, but one that spun at its own unique pace, one that had questions that should never be asked. It was the strong that let faith lead them against heretical ideas and challenging questions, after all. It’s what his father did, and it was also what got him killed in the line of duty. He died a proud Warden who never faltered, so that was the path Sean chose to take. In commemoration of his father, Sean invested in getting a tattoo of a rose on the left side of his chest. The first of several he would mark upon his body. A temporary shield… How long would this war against the dark last? The unnatural wiped out forever… What did complete eradication look like? One day, Halcyon itself must burn… Can we even trust the Fae concerning the veil? A necessary evil to contain the nightmare… Why does this feel…? The questions plagued him with each brother who fell in the line of duty. He stained his skin with each comrade he lost. He killed everything he was assigned to kill. Men, women, and children of the dark had no refuge when caught in his sights. And who was it all for? Them? The ones who walked around as if nothing was happening, absorbed in their weak ideals and fleeting desires… the weak? The ones who ignorantly welcomed and embraced the monsters with no knowledge of those who risked- Who wasted their lives attempting to fulfill an oath… a dream… A temporary shield… Made permanent. The unnatural wiped out forever… Lofty. One day, Halcyon itself must burn… A day that will never come. A necessary evil to contain the nightmare… A necessary evil to contain the nightmare… A necessary evil to contain the nightmare… A lie Time, violence, and loss left the promising crusade jaded and vexed after the loss of his last childhood friend, who served in his squad. He thought he had been numb to this type of thing by this point, but it was the last one that hurt the most. Taking temporary leave of duty, which became more permanent with each passing day. Sean left with nothing but his pain of loss, vices, and, of course, his devil. With no desire to rejoin the Wardens and their empty duty, Sean, curious as he was, the man went looking for something to keep him busy. He just couldn’t see himself working amongst drones of society, and his skillset could be put to use. Unfortunately, the searching was the difficult part. Without reliable leads or useful contacts outside the Wardens, Sean found himself lost moving through the streets of Halcyon. As he wandered as a stranger to the city that he should have considered his home, it came to life around him in ways he had never managed to notice before. There were moments when he felt as if he knew where he was going, despite not having a specific destination in mind. His desire for guidance was exactly what led the lost man to where he needed to be. Whether destiny or trickery, Sean found the large doors before him, and his devil encouraged him to step right through them and enter The Fated Thread. The Fae within the enchanted store was unlike others he had encountered previously. Korinna was her name. The two did not converse long before the deal was struck. It was odd how the two both knew what they wanted. "...to find your future, you must surrender your past…” Sean figured he could choose something ingrained in him, something he could never forget, no matter how powerful this Fae seemed; she couldn’t just take someone from his past. Who was it? He couldn’t recall. How much did they mean to him? He couldn’t feel it. It was almost as if they had never existed, to begin with. What was it? What was missing? The love, the laughs, the joy, the years… all of it gone in mere seconds. All for a leather pistol holster that softly pulled him in the right direction to someone who needed work or required firepower. Vampires, Lycans, Fae… the client didn’t matter because, to him, it was the same old shit he was doing for the Wardens with a little extra on top. The crusader for humanity turned mercenary for his interests. Extortion, assassination, debt collection, strong-arming, sabotage, bribery, the list goes on. To Sean, Halcyon, the city beneath the veil, was nothing but a cruel game created by the Fae, and he was choosing to play on his terms. There was no end to this war waged in the darkness. There was only blood, profit, and power, and Sean found a comfortable place amongst it all. Living in a duality between his work with the Wardens and the other factions wasn’t easy, but he accomplished it using the moniker “Hollow” while operating ‘independently.’ Things for Sean had been going as smoothly as they could be. He’s acquired clients, a reputation, and some unlikely acquaintances in his new line of work. Sometimes it’s ugly, but what he had been trained to do since childhood was never not ugly. However, recently, he somehow managed to pick up a stray in the form of a woman unwillingly turned into a vampire. Normally, he wouldn’t get himself involved in such cases, but he can’t help but feel responsible for what happened to her. He chose this life… she did not.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Race Info ▸ Wardens ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Enhancement Use (if any) | Resorts to using Nightshade-X when under pressure • Preferred Weapons | Firearms but will alter his loadout using Warden standard-issued weapons • Willingness to Break Warden Code | Only applies amongst other Wardens • Views on Fae | Tricky bastards. I just treat them like con artists, except that seamstress lady. • Views on Vampires | Most of them are pale, uppity, and power-hungry. That changes real fast when you give them a taste of mortality • Views on Lycans | Surprisingly organized, sure, but no matter how self-disciplined they believe they are, their emotions rule them. That is something I capitalize on Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Minus Sixty One or Dream is Collapsing • Favorite Food | Medium Rare Steak • Favorite Animal(s) | Lycans • Favorite Music Genre | Something to get the heart thumping • Favorite Haunt | The Honey & Hemlock Cafe, The Velvet Bite • Signature Weapon | M70 Rifle (w/ suppressor) • Preferred Vices | Caffeine and bums cigs if he’s feeling too antsy, but any source of nicotine will do • Pet Peeve | Don’t waste his time • Guilty Pleasure | He likes being praised or complimented

[Tae]

Elodie

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Elodie Ashbourne • Nickname(s) | Ellie, Elle-Belle, Snickerdoodle • Age | 25 • Gender | Female • Birthday | October 13th • Race | Vampire (Spawn) • Rank/Status | Unclaimed Spawn Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 5’3 • Build | Soft and curvy; slight plush hourglass frame • Eye Color | Hazel, but red when she's hungry • Hair Color & Style | Long strawberry blonde waves, usually half-up in sweet feminine styles • Skin Tone | Creamy porcelain with what used to be a rosy flush. She's quite pale now. • Notable Marks | Faint scars on her wrists and ankles, subtle bite mark on collarbone, faint branding scar on the back of her shoulder which is a symbol burned in by the traffickers to mark her as property, and small puncture scars on the insides of her arms, evidence of repeated blood draws and magical injections • Typical Clothing Style | Oversized sweaters, soft vintage pieces, flowing mini and midi dresses in soft florals, lace, or gingham, puff-sleeved blouses, Mary Jane flats, worn-in ankle boots, knit tights and ruffled socks, hair ribbons, crochet shawls and scarves, etc • Aura/First Impression | To humans, Elodie is a breath of warmth in a dark world. It's like stepping into a sunlit café on a rainy day. She’s soft smiles, honeyed laughter, and the comforting scent of cinnamon and clove. But to the supernatural? Something doesn't sit right. Her presence prickles faintly at the edges of instinct, like a melody played slightly off-key. There's nothing overt, just an inexplicable wrongness beneath the sugar-sweet exterior, like something old and wild trying to wear a smile. Talk to her and you'll realize she doesn't even realize it's there. • Voice | Her tone is airy and kind, like someone who sings to flowers and speaks in lullabies. But there’s a barely-there quiver when she’s caught off guard, the kind of crackle that comes from someone smiling through their own unraveling. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 5 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 3 • Romantic Preferences | Elodie is drawn to those who seem unshakable, people who carry heavy burdens but still try to do good. She finds quiet comfort in their steadiness, and maybe a little poetry in the way they pretend not to notice her lingering glances. She doesn't flirt to play games; she flirts because she feels too much and doesn’t know what else to do with it. Her heart still bruises easy, so she tucks her feelings behind warm smiles and kind gestures. She finds it intoxicating being the softness in their storm, the gentle contrast to their grit. What she craves most is someone who sees her for what she is, both the sugar and the sorrow, and chooses her anyway. But since her turning, she's terrified of getting too close, afraid her hunger might one day hurt someone she loves. • Current Romantic Interests | She may have a bit of a crush on a certain Warden friend, but is hesitant • View on Forbidden Relationships | She sees forbidden romances the same way she sees thunderstorms through a window–dangerous, beautiful, and impossible to look away from. There's something deeply romantic to her about love that defies expectation, especially now that she herself is something that shouldn’t exist. After all, her own life has become one big secret so why shouldn’t love be too? • Biggest Turn-ons | Someone brushing hair behind her ear or touching her face softly ✦ Hands–especially skilled or calloused ones ✦ Unexpected wit or teasing that catches her off guard ✦ Passion restrained just long enough to unravel her slowly ✦ Feeling like someone would burn the world to keep her safe • Biggest Turn-offs | Being dismissed or talked over ✦ Indifference to human life ✦ Mockery of vulnerability or softness ✦ Being treated like a burden or "broken thing” ✦ Cold, detached flirtation–she needs heart, not a performance • Known Friends | Sean Stone • Known Enemies | Those that kidnapped her and sold her • Known Family | A father she doesn't know. Her mother is deceased, died from cancer when she was 17.

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | Baking ✦ Collecting antique tea cups ✦ Mixing and brewing loose leaf tea ✦ Sketching ✦ Singing and humming to herself ✦ Brewing coffee ✦ Reading ✦ Making pressed flower bookmarks • Likes | Cinnamon in most anything ✦ The sound of rain ✦ Old books with cracked spines and handwritten notes ✦ Tea ✦ Coffee ✦ Baked goods ✦ Chocolate ✦ Sweets • Dislikes | Supernatural creatures who act like gods among mortals ✦ People who mistake politeness for weakness ✦ The scent of formaldehyde and steel (it lingers from the lab) ✦ Being alone with her thoughts for too long ✦ That some nights, she wants to be a monster ✦ People who put milk in before the tea bag–she’s judging ✦ Blood packs that leak and stain her vintage cardigans ✦ People who don’t return her Tupperware (she knows who you are) • Fears | Losing control and hurting someone she loves ✦ Being hunted like she’s just another monster ✦ Waking up surrounded by blood and not remembering why ✦ Being locked away again… and used ✦ Falling in love… and being their ruin ✦ That the sweetness she clings to is just pretend • Habits | Hums lullabies without realizing it ✦ Bakes way too much when stressed ✦ Uses tea & coffee blends to express emotions (e.g., “Sorry” tea, “Don’t freak out” espresso, “I’m spiraling” blonde roast) ✦ Talks to the pastries while baking, like they’re her emotional support squad ✦ Twirls her hair when she lies (she’s terrible at lying) ✦ Names inanimate objects in her shop–yes, the espresso machine is named Sir Frothington ✦ Instinctively covers her fangs with her hand when laughing too hard ✦ Apologizes to spiders before relocating them • Vices | Sugar addiction ✦ Daydreaming inappropriate scenarios ✦ Caffeine obsession ✦ Spicy romance novels Core Motivation Elodie longs to be the warmth someone runs to, not the shadow they flee from. She wants to believe there’s still good in her. That despite the blood on her lips and the storm inside her chest, she can be something soft, something safe. If she can be loved without fear, if she can be someone’s light in the dark, then maybe she hasn’t lost herself entirely. Maybe she’s still worth saving. Personality Overview Elodie Ashbourne is the kind of girl who smells like cinnamon sugar and chamomile tea. She greets the world with a warm smile, bakes cookies for strangers, and hums old love songs when she thinks no one’s listening. On the surface, she’s the picture of comfort–gentle, nurturing, and sweet in a way that makes people instinctively soften around her. But sweetness doesn’t mean softness, not entirely. Elodie has a quiet, stubborn flame inside her. It's a subtle sass in her wit, a coyness in her smiles, and a surprising boldness when her heart’s on the line. She’ll flirt in honeyed tones and mean it, even if she pretends she doesn’t. Beneath her softness is steel, and beneath that, a storm she doesn’t know how to tame. Since being turned, something darker simmers under her skin. She hides it behind cardigans and kindness, but it bleeds through in flashes. In the way her eyes linger too long on a pulse, in the way her smile falters when she’s hungry, or when she’s scared she might hurt someone she loves. Other supernatural creatures can sense it…that wrongness, that subtle static in the air when she’s near. There’s something off about her, something just… not quite right, even to them. She’s a cinnamon roll, just one that might burn your fingers if you get too close to the center.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Owner & Operator of “Honey & Hemlock” – a cozy, whimsical coffee and tea shop • Level of Schooling | Culinary certification & a bit of community college • Past Occupations | Freelance baker/farmers’ market vendor • Socioeconomic Status | Lower middle class • History Summary | Elodie was born to a gentle-hearted florist mother and a father who left when she was only four. Her mother did everything in her power to give Elodie a childhood steeped in love, teaching her to see magic in every bloom and comfort in every cup of tea and coffee. They were close, more like best friends than mother and daughter, and their little apartment always smelled like sugar, soil, and fresh-cut flowers. When her mother passed away from cancer just before Elodie's eighteenth birthday, it left her with a wound that never quite healed. But she pressed on, chasing the dream they once whispered about late at night: opening a coffee and tea shop filled with plants and pastries and love. She worked tirelessly–first as a florist’s assistant, then juggling other jobs–until she finally saved enough to put herself through culinary school and then to open her cafe. It became her sanctuary. And it was there she met Sean. At first, he was just another regular, quiet and unreadable, but she learned his order, greeted him with a smile and a “hot blonde Americana,” slipped him extra pastries, and slowly began trying to warm his edges. But that sweet, sleepy dream she built for herself shattered one cold night. She remembers the scent of pastries still clinging to her sweater, the keys jingling in her hand as she locked up the shop…then arms. A cloth. Darkness. The black market doesn't ask for names. She was cargo. Her captors had sharp smiles and empty eyes, and they sold her to something worse: a vampire obsessed with replicating the effects of Fae blood without the consequences. To that end, he'd caged a Fae and siphoned its magic, conducting brutal experiments on kidnapped humans–testing, tweaking, killing. The magic warped them in subtle, horrifying ways. Most didn’t survive. She still hears their screams in her sleep. She doesn’t know if she was meant to survive. Doesn’t know if she was turned on purpose. She only knows she woke up surrounded by torn limbs and shredded corpses. Woke up to blood coating the walls, magic humming faintly in the air, and the Fae gone. Something in that room had snapped, and if it was her, she doesn’t want to remember. She ran. Staggering and starved, her fangs aching, she stumbled through alleyways, trying to find her way home. The hunger clawed at her until she couldn’t see straight. She begged herself not to do it. But the man turned the corner too fast. He wasn’t even doing anything wrong. She just... couldn’t stop. She drank. And drank. She's too afraid to think about what happened next, just knows she ran from his limp form, sobbing. She finally found her way back to the cafe. That’s where someone found her, Mr. Hot Blonde Americana himself. And he helped her. Now, a year later, she has reopened Honey & Hemlock, hired a few to work the day shift, and often works the new nightshift herself.		Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Race info ▸ Vampires ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Turned • Blood Source Preference | Synthetic blood–though she secretly struggles with temptation toward human blood • Blood Addiction Risk (1-5) | 4 • View on Fae Blood Ban | Wise choice, but also a bit terrifying • Views on Mortals | Protective, but secretly jealous of them • Views on Fae | Afraid, but intrigued • Views on Lycan | Neutral, but wary Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Angels Don’t Cry - Ellise • Favorite Food | Cinnamon rolls, lavender shortbread cookies, sweet coffee with just a drop of blood, & warm synthetic blood with cinnamon syrup • Favorite Animal(s) | Calico cats, luna moths, and spiders • Favorite Music Genre | Truthfully she likes a little bit of everything, but really loves Disney music and musicals • Favorite Haunt | Her coffee shop, Honey & Hemlock, Sundown Diner, Neon Lanes, & Silverleaf Mall • Signature Weapon | A disarming smile and a perfectly timed baked good • Preferred Vices | Overindulgence in sweets, romantic daydreaming, & synthetic blood spiking • Pet Peeve | Anyone who speaks over her, loud chewing or slurping, & being called “fragile” • Guilty Pleasure | Wearing pretty nightgowns to bed even though she lives alone, smutty fantasy books…just for the plot, & cuddling up with a blood pack and a scandalous novel like it’s wine and chocolate

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Volfango Di Vita

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Volfango Di Vita • Nickname(s) | Maestro of Love, Paragon of Decadence, Fulfiller of Desires, Lord of Lust, Champion of Intimacy, Conqueror of Hearts, Exemplar of Beauty, the Midnight Dream, etc. • Age | Looks roughly 30 | True age 82 • Gender | Male • Birthday | February 15th • Race | Fae • Rank/Status | Fae Noble Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6'5"/ 196cm • Build | Perfectly sculpted muscles • Eye Color | Gold • Hair Color & Style | Dark Chocolate well groomed and combed straight in long locks(See Picture) • Skin Tone | Medium Tan with flawless complexion • Notable Marks | Small scar on right brow • Typical Clothing Style | Ever-changing but always guaranteed to make a statement. • Aura/First Impression | A commanding and dominating presence that draws all eyes to him and keeps them there. • Voice | Voiced by Antonio Banderas Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 5 ("Life is full of friends you've yet to meet.") • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 5("Romance is the spark of life!") • Romantic Preferences | Those who are passionate and interesting. • Current Romantic Interests | None • View on Forbidden Relationships | "The forbidden fruit tastes all the sweeter." • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Assertiveness ✦ Drive ✦ Creativity • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ Commitment ✦ Pessimism ✦ Ignorance • Known Friends | None at present • Known Enemies | None at present • Known Family | Fae Lord of Pleasure (Father), Fae Mistress of Pleasure (Mother), Marco (Younger Brother), Mina ( Older Sister), Catarina (Younger Sister), Rosalinda (Younger Sister)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Partying ✦ Acting ✦ Voice-acting ✦ Taking pictures (of himself) ✦ Yoga ✦ Finding Love ✦ Exercising ✦ Playing the Fool • Likes | ✦ Beautiful People ✦ Dancing ✦ Poetry ✦ Theater ✦ Staying in Shape ✦ Healthy Food ✦ Fame ✦ His Hair ✦ His Muscles ✦ Puns ✦ Loop-holes • Dislikes | ✦ Commitment ✦ Rejection ✦ Cold Weather ✦ Hair being touched ✦ Waiting around ✦ Rule followers • Fears | ✦ Never finding the one ✦ Losing his fame and status ✦ A stalker kidnapping him ✦ Scissors ✦ Getting caught out in public not looking his best • Habits | ✦ Chases after anyone he deems attractive ✦ Putting himself in the spotlight ✦ Speaking in the third person ✦ Making extravagant statements ✦ Fussing over his appearance ✦ Looking for talent for his agency • Vices | ✦ Bedroom Antics ✦ Himself ✦ Extraordinary expensive wine ✦ Home cooking ✦ Promoting his brand ✦ Creative ways around glamour/magic Core Motivation Volfango's wishes are rather simple for a Fae. He wishes to be the shining star of Halycon and bask in the pleasures of the city. Volfango seeks nothing less that the adoration of all its citizens. Besides that, he chases after anything and everything that might grant him a new source of entertainment. If he can't find something, he is more than wiling to pull the strings needed to make his own fun. Unknown to even himself, what Volfango truly seeks is a partner to keep up him and share in the various delights of life. Personality Overview What can be said about the magnificent Volfango? A conqueror of many hearts, he is extremely confident in himself and his many talents. Bold, loud, and always flirtatious, Volfango makes whatever situation he is in into an event to remember. There is nothing he enjoys more than being dancing the night away surrounded by beautiful men and women. When he sees someone that grabs his attention, there is little that will stop him from making an extravagant introduction. Volfango is always in pursuit of the pleasures of life whether it is gourmet food or a hot, young waitress from that same restaurant and sometimes both. Each day he intends on living it to its fullest. Despite his hedonistic ways, Volfango enjoys enriching the lives of those around him if only to make his own life more exciting. Those who know Volfango understand the love of his life is himself, but he is someone that can be relied on when you need it. He prefers to use creative means when available instead of the typical Fae deals most are accustomed to. Those who do manage to get such magical contracts from often get what they want, but not before Volfango. Volfango loves nothing more than to make people underestimate him. Under that handsome face lies a clever spider weaving its web and pulling the strings to make others dance for his amusement.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Actor/Media Mongul • Level of Schooling | Personal instruction by his mother and the finest Fae scholars • Past Occupations | None • Socioeconomic Status | Fae Nobility/Fabulously Wealthy • History Summary | The day that Volfango came into this world the heavens parted and sunlight shown on him as the divine choir sang out in joy! Volfango was born the second child of the current Fae Lord of Pleasure sitting on the Fae Court. Volfango was submerged in the delights and delicacies afforded by those at the top from an early age. It was never enough for the young lord and he more often than not snuck out of the house in search of fun. Lucky for him, his parents were more than willing to overlook his rebellious and wild nature as they focused on preparing his older sister to one day take the position on the Fae Court. It was not long after he began to mature that his greatest asset made itself clear. Volfango stood out even amidst the typically attractive Fae and he basked in this newfound attention. His mere presence and velvety voice were enough to draw most into making whatever kind of deal he wanted with whatever terms he chose. His mother, along with a few tutors, taught him everything he would ever need to know about navigating the politics of the Fae but his goals lie elsewhere. Glamours made it all too easy for him and he found he was particularly good at casting illusions. In time, Volfango went as far as to believe that relying on magic to fulfill deals was lazy. Vices, desires, and ambitions could all be obtained with the right amount of resources and creativity. Using his family's funds, Volfango established Vita Entertainment that quickly grew to have a dominate presence in the markets of first newspapers, theatre, and comics followed by cinema and television. Naturally, Volfango stood out as their most prominent star. It was as if he was made for the silver screen and the fame that it brought. Volfango put his everything into every role he put himself in, including the voice-over for a few animated shows and videogames. His drive to be the absolute best and bring excitement to the people of Halycon drove his studio to the prominent name in the city's entertainment industry and even beyond. Volfango has since detached himself from the power struggles in the Fae Court as best as he could, happy to leave the maneuverings to his older sister. A trail of broken hearts lie behind Volfango with more to join them. Plans put into motion to provide the people of Halycon the exciting life they deserve. Everything the young lord does is to provide life to the dark city. As of current, Volfango is riding high coming off the premiere of the long-awaited sequel to Hearts of Darkness, a movie about the forbidden romance about the son of a prominent vampire family and the future alpha of a warrior lycan pack.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✦ Fae(Son of Fae Lord) Race Info ▸ Fae ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Element Affinity | Light • Glamour Specialty | Glamour weaving • Views on Mortals | "Volfango swears, mortals can have some of the most wild and interesting ideas. They are like flavors of ice cream, so much to choose from." • Views on Vampires | "Oh, let Volfango tell you that experience is a quality of its own and their flexibility is not to be underestimated." • Views on Lycan | "A little too direct for Volfango's tastes, but they know how to let loose!" Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Sweet Dreams • Favorite Food | Fra Diavolo • Favorite Animal(s) | Flamingo • Favorite Music Genre | Acoustic covers of rock/metal songs • Favorite Haunt | The Gilded Hare • Signature Weapon | His voice • Preferred Vices | Wine, Nighttime Olympics, Mirrors • Pet Peeve | Cancelling an appointment last minute • Guilty Pleasure | A romantic dinner followed by roses on a soft bed and scented candles

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Andrew Carlino

Andrew Carlino

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Basic Information

Name: Andrew Carlino
Nickname(s): Doc
Age: I’m 37; I’m not old.
Gender: Male
Birthday: May 5
Race: Human/Warden
Rank/Status Title (if any): Field Warden
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Appearance

Height: 5’9” (1.75m)
Build: Medium. Tends to skinnyfat if he hasn’t been hitting the racquetball court lately.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color & Style: | Brown, straight and long, pulled back in a ponytail. Starting to show hints of gray. Small moustache that totally isn’t modeled after Johnny Depp.
Skin Tone: Olive
Notable Marks: A faint, quarter-sized birthmark in the middle of his forehead. Becomes more noticeable when he gets agitated.
Typical Clothing Style: Business casual. Usually wears a tie during consultations. Wears round, rimless glasses in the office. Contacts otherwise.
Aura/First Impression: Cool, phlegmatic, and professional without being too off-putting. Likes to keep things brisk and concise. May lose patience if his interlocutor takes too long to get to the point.
Voice: Clear and moderately deep. Has a good baritone singing voice, although he’s not trained.

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Psychology

Hobbies/Interests: Racquetball. Fencing. Crossword puzzles. Humorous poetry. Piano. Used to play violin, but no longer has time to keep it up.
Likes ] Italian food. Desserts. Scarlatti. A good puzzle or mystery. Good coffee.
Dislikes: Most of his patients. Tedious, pretentious art(ists). Salads and other antipasti. Bad coffee. Moths.
Fears Losing his own sanity. Being physically restrained or confined. This “Hour of Reckoning” the other Wardens keep talking about.
Habits Paces. Talks to himself. Drums his fingers in time to music in his head. Drinks coffee constantly.
Vices Caffeine. Poor eating habits. Tends to eat dessert first, especially if it’s tiramisu.

Core Motivation:
To help people. Specifically, to help humans adjust to and accept the psychological effects of the Glamour. Doctor Carlino realizes that humans who start to glimpse the reality behind the Glamour are in both psychological and physical peril. Unless his patients are Warden material, he prescribes them therapy and treatment that will suppress dangerous ideation and steer them back towards accepting the Glamour at face value.

Personality Overview:

Andrew Carlino is an intelligent, discerning, and sensitive person. He is not, however, emotionally warm or personable, and so does not make friends easily. Nor, being keenly aware of the fragility and impermanence of life, health, sanity, love, and friendship, is he eager to do so, pursuing instead the safer and less emotionally demanding companionship of pets and strippers.
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Relationships and Reputation

Openness to Friendship (1-5): 2
Openness to Romance (1-5): 2
Romantic Preferences: None.
Current Romantic Interests (if any): None.
View on Forbidden Relationships: Has no dogmatic views on the subject, only the practical view that they usually end badly.
Biggest Turn-ons: Intelligence. Culture. Boobs. In that order, I promise.
Biggest Turn-offs: BDSM. People who talk too much.
Known Enemies: TBD
Known Friends TBD
Known Family Members: TBD

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Background

Current Occupation: Psychiatrist
Level of Schooling(if any): MD in Psychiatry. B.S. in Biochemistry and Psychology.
Past Occupations (if any): Music Teacher
Socioeconomic Status: Well-to-do. Psychiatric therapy is in-demand in Halcyon.
History Summary:

Andrew is the older of two children born to Paul and Nicole Carlino, both physicians. His childhood was comfortable and fairly contented, although his parents worked long hours, leaving him and his younger sister Sofia to their own devices much of the time.

Andrew knew since childhood that he wanted to become a doctor like his parents; however, only in his third year at college did he decide that he was more interested in mental rather than physical health. After attending an extra semester in college to fulfill the requirements of double major in biochemistry and psychology, he went to medical school.

Andrew’s training during his psychiatry clerkship involved studying numerous therapy sessions at the psychiatric ward of Halcyon General Hospital, and discussing these in class. Andrew noticed an unusual prevalence of paranoia and delusional syndromes among the cases they studied showing few other comorbidities, and brought this up several times in class discussion, only to be met time and again with explanations he found unconvincing and even evasive.

When he met with his academic advisor to express his dissatisfaction with this development, the advisor offered to transfer him to a different program, one which, she assured him, would be more to his liking and better suited to his talents. This would prove to be Andrew’s introduction to the Wardens, who maintained a recruiting and training program for medical professionals who could supply the unique mental and physical health needs, arising from the Wardens’ activities, and especially their use of enhancements. Only later, after he had learned about the realities behind the Glamour, would Andrew appreciate how close his suspicions had brought him to being one of the psychiatric patients he had previously studied, or worse.

In addition to working for the Wardens as a resident psychiatrist, Andrew has for the last six years run a part-time private practice out of his home office for civilian patients. Between the two practices, Andrew earns a good living.
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Race-Specific Questions

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▸ Wardens:
✦ Enhancement Use(If any): Sparing use of Viper-Veil Injections when dealing with non-humans. Usually takes it before visiting Bumps In the Night.
✦ Preferred Weapons: Rapier.
✦ Willingness to Break Warden Code:

“Dammit Dane, I’m a doctor, not a merc!” Andrew Carlino is a *psychiatrist*, meaning a medical doctor who has taken the Hippocratic Oath. As such, he will not kill except in self-defense. He has done so once before, when a lycan he was attempting to treat attacked him during an especially intense therapy session. This technically qualified him for an Iron Brand, and with it the rank of Field Warden, although Andrew rarely acknowledges either. He views the Iron Brand as a mark of failure, not a badge of honor.

Andrew’s no-kill policy has put him at odds with the Warden leadership, but he has made it clear to them that it is part of his price for his services. The Commander has insisted, however, that he train and qualify in firearms like all the other Wardens, a requirement Andrew only fulfills grudgingly.

✦ Views on Fae: Ambivalent. Their machinations are the main source both of his patients’ issues and his own livelihood. Not to be trusted.
✦ Views on Vampires: Incurable, treacherous predators. The one race Andrew would most readily consider killing.
✦ Views on Lycan: Volatile types with dangerous, but potentially manageable conditions. Would rather put them in therapy than the ground, but knows this is not always an achievable outcome

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Miscellaneous

Theme Song: Domenico Scarlatti, Keyboard sonata in F major, K296.
Favorite Food: Tiramisu. As antipasto, main dish, side dish, and dessert.
Favorite Animal(s): Terriers are my very favorite breed. Currently has a Jack Russel terrier named Fenrir, the World Devourer. The dog finds that the name fits him perfectly.
Favorite Music Genre: Classical
Favorite Haunt (location): Home, mostly. Occasionally visits human strip clubs or even Bumps In the Night.
Signature Weapon (if any): Rapier
Preferred Vices: Caffeine addiction. Busty strippers (with intelligence and culture).
Pet Peeve: Wardens-mandated firearms practice.
Guilty Pleasure: Junk food. Busty strippers without intelligence and culture.

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[Mole]

Hider

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Lilyette Love • Nickname(s) | Lily • Age | Unknown • Gender | Female • Birthday | Unknown • Race | Vampire Spawn • Rank/Status | Unclaimed Spawn Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 5’8” • Build | Thin & Lean • Eye Color | Hazel • Hair Color & Style | Long & Pink (Originally, a brown auburn) • Skin Tone | Pale • Notable Marks | - • Typical Clothing Style | White with gold accent jewelry; She resonates an angelic appearance contrasting her deliciously gothic nature • Aura/First Impression | Striking & Evocative: A hypnotic chaos of understated eccentricity • Voice | Velvety & Soft-spoken: A lullaby with an unpredictable rhythm Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 3 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 0 • Romantic Preferences | - • Current Romantic Interests | Insert • View on Forbidden Relationships | - • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ ✦ ✦ • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ ✦ ✦ • Known Friends | - • Known Enemies | - • Known Family | -

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | Staring at Reflections ✦ Tinkering with Clocks ✦ Tracing her Fingers on Broken Objects ✦ Listening to Old Records • Likes | Old, Faded Books ✦ Candlelight ✦ Tea in the Dark ✦ The Color of Bruises ✦ Mismatched Music Boxes • Dislikes | Being Touched Without Warning ✦ The Smell of Fresh Paint ✦ Children’s Toys Left in Strange Places ✦ Fast Talking • Fears | Losing herself completely ✦ Being mistaken for someone else ✦ The Thought she was never real to begin with ✦ The Feeling that her shadow isn’t hers anymore • Habits | Humming ✦ Counting things without realizing it ✦ Listening to silence like music ✦ Tracing bruises on others ✦ Pausing mid-sentence to listen for something ✦ Sniffing books before opening them • Vices | Collecting memories like trinkets ✦ Rewriting the past in her mind ✦ Speaking in riddles for no reason ✦ Chasing shadows Core Motivation She desperately craves to keep the fragile rhythm of her mind alive, as she aches for silence of death. Personality Overview Lily is a porcelain doll, hairline cracks veiled beneath lace and lullabies. Her voice is sugar-glass and shadow, each word dipped in poetry, though not all of it makes sense — and some of it shouldn’t. She floats rather than walks, drifts rather than stands, as if the ground itself offends her. There’s always a hush around her, like the moment before a music box plays… or breaks.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Calligrapher for the Dead • Level of Schooling | High School • Past Occupations | Night Archivist at the Library • Socioeconomic Status | Lower Middle Class • History Summary | Lily was born to a wealthy family. Her mother passed, and her father remarried. This hardly crushed her spirits, even after they both shipped her to some prestigious boarding school. She found solstice in the environment. She was, after all, the kind of girl who lived in books more than rooms. Sharp-minded, observant, always quietly present at the edge of things. She loved facts, structure, and silence. It was as if she preferred the boarding school to being at home. Her notebooks were meticulous. Her thoughts were careful. The margins of her textbooks were neat with little annotations and wildflowers pressed flat between the pages. She preferred sitting by the windows and daydreaming through puzzles that flitted through her like clockwork. There was comfort in logic, in knowing the rules of the world. It happened on a school graduation trip, when she was embraced. Her curiosity caught on something delicate: a path seemingly hidden by brush. It was just beyond where her class had unpacked their lunches. It looked quiet. It looked beautiful. It looked forgotten. And so, Lily followed it, as if drawn by a thread only she could feel. She never came back. No scream. No sound. Just an emptiness of where she used to be. One moment she was there… and the next, she was gone. Just like that, Lily vanished and never came back. Exactly as her step-mother wanted. Or, maybe that never really happened. Her memory doesn’t remember too much. There’s just a static darkness floating around her, and she — a lullaby stretched too thin. The girl she was is slipping away, piece by piece, memory by memory. If you ask her who she used to be, she might try to remember. She might even respond, with one of her too soft of a smiles and say, “She cries sometimes, but only when the singing stops.”

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Race info ▸ Vampires ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Turned • Blood Source Preference | Mortal • Blood Addiction Risk (1-5) | 3 • View on Fae Blood Ban | Negative • Views on Mortals | Cute • Views on Fae | Pretty • Views on Lycan | Fluffy Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | One Promise • Favorite Food | Fae Blood • Favorite Animal(s) | Snails • Favorite Music Genre | Nursery Rhymes • Favorite Haunt | Insert • Signature Weapon | Gold Necklace Chain • Preferred Vices | Dangerous Curiosity, Theatrical Lying • Pet Peeve | Being asked if she’s lost • Guilty Pleasure | Writing her name in the margins of books

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Clayton Radshaw - Exiled lycan.

Basic Information

Name: Clayton Radshaw
Nickname(s): Clay
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthday: 04/04 (Aries)
Race: Lycan
Rank/Status: Lone Wolf

Appearance

Height: 6'1
Build: Solid
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color & Style: Dark, long, disheveled. Always seems a few days overdue a cut.
Skin Tone: Fair / tanned.
Notable Marks: Tattoos and scars of such number that they become unremarkable.
Typical Clothing Style: Practical, functional, well worn.
Aura/First Impression: Intimidating, cold, cocky, a bit rough-around-the-edges kind of guy.
Voice: Low, husky, soft and slightly gravelly.

Psychology

Hobbies/Interests
✦ Drinking
✦ Fighting
✦ F^^^ing
(Not necessarily in that order)
Likes
✦ Whisky
✦ Motorbikes
✦ Tattoo's
Dislikes
✦ Authority
✦ Technology
✦ Vegans
Fears
✦ Being controlled
✦ Losing control
✦ Claustrophobia
Habits
✦ Smoking when drunk
✦ Making dumb A$$ bets
✦ Keeping his word
Vices
✦ Short tempered
✦ Fear of commitment/ Self loathing
✦ Drinking

Core Motivation: He's running, has been for as long as he can remember. It's always been from one thing or another. Been at it so long that he can't even remember why he first started, but he sure as hell isn't going to stop and look back now.

Personality Overview: Clayton can seem a bit brash and rude, and that's likely because he is, but despite his rough-around-the-edges demeanour he is actually quite a caring guy. His anger often gets the better of him and in those moments he might seem compassionless, but he is haunted by those moments and the awful things said and done.

He tries to do right, not by the law but by his own sense of moral code. Few understand what that might be because he is so slow and reluctant to trust.
Right, wrong, good, bad, the future, the past. All these things are a plague on his mind that he uses alcohol to wash away.

Although if he does happen let someone close, to truly let them in, know that he would die for them without hesitation, and just as easily tear their entire world apart if they ever purposely betray him.

Grudges are just unpaid debts and all debts must be paid, eventually.

Relationships and Reputation

Openness to Friendship (1-5): 2
Openness to Romance (1-5): 4
Romantic Preferences: Casual/flirty/short term/polyamory.
Current Romantic Interests: None
View on Forbidden Relationships: "Don't tell me who I can or can't be with."
Biggest Turn-ons:
✦ Tattoo's
✦ Leather
✦ Confidence
Biggest Turn-offs:
✦ Pet play
✦ Being belittled
✦ Immaturity
How They Handle Love: Has a fear of commitment. Pushes it away if it gets too close, too real. Self sabotaging by messing it up. Can't be hurt if they don't get close.
Reputation Among Their Race/Faction: A traitor, reckless, wild. Exiled.
Relationship with the Glamour: It's a cage. A big one, but a cage nonetheless.
Known Enemies: Everyone who's not his friend.
Known Friends Friends are just enemies who haven't stabbed you in the back yet.
Known Family Members:
Father is a washed up cripple drunk.
Mother was put down by the wardens after slowly losing her mind.
Younger sister missing for years after running away, presumed dead.

Background

Current Occupation: Mechanic
Level of Schooling(if any): Early dropout.
Past Occupations: Bouncer / Dealer / Inmate
Socioeconomic Status: Mid.
History Summary:
Clay has already lived a life, one full of hardship and loss. Poverty and pain. A deadbeat father who was never around, a struggling single mother loosely tethered to reality and a rough merciless neighbourhood devouring hope and prosperity like light to a black hole.

His upbringing was tragic but no worse than the average poorly educated family stuck in a poverty stricken cycle of bad influences, poor options and little hope. Only he was lycan and part of a small dying pack.

It was no surprise when he fell into a life of petty crime. Even at a young age an unrelenting rage burned in his heart. His tendency towards violence and utter ruthlessness lead him up the pack hierarchy where for a short time he had it all. He was living the high life (by his previous standards) up until he wasn't.

In a game that doesn't end you're guaranteed to eventually lose. Clay lost everything and badly. It was a bloody betrayal, one that cost him 7 years of his life locked away behind bars and saw him exiled from his former pack with the promise of murder should he ever return. The only reason he wasn't killed was because those that remain were too weak to do so.

Race-Specific Questions

▸ Lycans:
✦Born or Turned?: Born
✦Reaction to Full Moon: Heightened emotions, senses and desires. Itchy skin. Shorter attention. Less focused. More aggression. More hunger.
✦Pack Loyalty Level: Exiled
✦Views on Mortals: Pity for the blind. Respect for the Wardens. Disgust for the fang bangers & blood bags.
✦Views on Vampires: They are all pompous c^^t's but at least they don't pretend to be anything anything other. Tolerable at times.
✦Views on Fae: The worst of them. A talking Fae is a lying Fae. A breathing Fae is an untrustworthy Fae. The true architects of this prison. Would be better off without them.

Miscellaneous

Theme Song:
Scars - Stonesour
Omerta - Lamb of God
Jekyll & Hyde - 5 Finger Deathpunch

Favorite Food: Italian
Favorite Animal(s): Crows
Favorite Music Genre: Metal
Favorite Haunt: Gutterbane chop-shop.
Signature Weapon: Fists, Tooth and claw
Preferred Vices: Drinking
Pet Peeve: Being corrected
Guilty Pleasure: Bowling

[CitrusArms]

Aiko 0.2.1 Open Beta

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INSERT-CHARACTER-IMAGE-LINK __________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Aiko • Nickname(s) | The Vintner, The Dream Alchemist, Zone Defense, Oblivion • Age | Old Enough • Gender | Fluid • Birthday | When the moon first kissed the dream of a flower • Race | Fae • Rank/Status | The Vintner of the House of Dreamwalking Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | Around 5'6" • Build | Slender yet.. Nebulous. Their body changes with their presentation, yet their general mass stays consistent. • Eye Color | Gold • Hair Color & Style | Black and variable, their hair changes freely in length, though it still needs styling when they do this. For this reason, they don't often get it done, letting it fall how it may while giving it basic maintenance. • Skin Tone | Fair and smooth without marks • Notable Marks | Fair, unblemished skin • Typical Clothing Style | Loose-fitting, flowing garbs that will fit no matter what shape they take • Aura/First Impression | Sweet, friendly, approachable and passionate about their craft, perhaps obsessed. If you're a customer. If you are not a customer, Aiko is playful and mischievous, but not dangerous. Really, they just want to trick one into becoming a customer. If you harass their customers.. don't let them catch you. • Voice | Varies with their shape and whimsy Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 5 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 4 • Romantic Preferences | Pansexual • Current Romantic Interests | There’s been some dreams I like to frequent, lately, but nothing I’d call a romantic interest. • View on Forbidden Relationships | It’s all in how you handle it. You have to be at peace with the reality of things. Mortals will die, for example. Can't go crying too hard for something you knew would happen. • Biggest Turn-ons | Wild, adventurous dreams; dreams of themselves; purposeful, eloquent speech • Biggest Turn-offs | Alcoholics guzzling my wine like it’s some cheap swill; flinching at their shifting; • Known Friends | Insert • Known Enemies | I've got some rivals, but enemies? Mm.. I guess that really depends on them • Known Family | I guess that depends on how you think of other Fae

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | Cooking, Reading, Walking the Dreamscape, Hunting rare samples • Likes | Novelty, Healthy Dreams, A good time, reading by candlelight, fashion shows, tasteful nudity • Dislikes | Dreary days, boring places, angry dreams, harsh metal music • Fears | Insomnia, Tortured Dreamscape • Habits | Humms while working, dreamwalks all the time, shifts at any time, snuggly • Vices | Shrooms, pot, a bit of booze Core Motivation Dreams are so vastly varied, each with different properties. How to best enjoy them and ply them, then? And what of those rare dreams, ah? Personality Overview Aiko is approachable and, seemingly, trustworthy, for a Fae. They like to make simple, clear-cut deals, but the purpose is two-fold. One, most deals Aiko makes include dreams in the terms. It is through dreams that Aiko gathers ingredients for wine, cooking, and crafting. Rare ingredients are quite the fixation for this Fae. Though this particular Fae likes to play nice, they are still a Fae. Their sweetness is a lure as much as anything else, bringing in those who would find easy comfort in small kindnesses. They are fiercely protective of their customers, viewing their dreams as a precious resource. The ingredients they prefer are those from good dreams, as well. They bring a sweet flavor with them. And who wants to drink sadness, anyway?

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Fae Vintner • Level of Schooling | Fae School? Hah. • Past Occupations | Dream therapist, but that.. well. That’s history, darling. • Socioeconomic Status | High-class Fae, creating dream wines for exclusive clientele • History Summary | Life was beautiful. Aiko was free to frolic one moment and Walk the next. They wove their existence from dreams, drifting like a cloud through enchanted forests and over sleepy meadows. They offered solace to those that crossed them, though, as with any Fae, it came at a price. With Aiko, it was a simple price: access to their dreams, and ingredients therefrom. Though the forest has changed, Aiko did not. Not immediately. Perhaps due to the influence of the city, of the creeping shadows now seeping into the dreams they walk, Aiko began to develop a taste for certain things within the dreamscape. These things proved to be problematic to honest therapy, and they made the decision to change professions for the sake of simplicity. Aiko took to making things for sale from things they gathered from dreams. They’d built up quite a supply, as well. Unique and strange items, but the one thing that took off was the wine. It could be sold to both the supernatural and the mundane, and it was quite delicious. The wine quickly became popular for its apparent effect on dreams. Rumors grew and swirled about what wines would do what to your dreams, and the rumor mill itself spurred the sales even further. Aiko had been able to secure a modest living with the sale of some ingredients, but the wine lifted their coffers and their status. Their careful attention to the craft earned them a quick reputation for fine wines. Cheap options sold to anyone kept Aiko’s selection of dreams to wander vast, while their upscale wines, handcrafted in small batches, brought in big clients. With money lining their pockets, they’ve secured a few deals in shops across the city and opened an exclusive location where their high-end wines are sold but theirself. The hours are whenever Aiko decides to open, but you can get on a text mailing list. Across the street, Aiko lives in an atelier penthouse suite, with their workshop space and living quarters blended together.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Race info ▸ Fae ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Element Affinity | Void - The Space Between Things • Glamour Specialty | Dream Weaving - Aiko is able to bring things from dreams into reality. Objects, or even abstract things, like emotions. • Views on Mortals | Show me • Views on Vampires | Your • Views on Lycan | Dreams Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Insert • Favorite Food | Dreams of hunting, breaded in the hard work of a farmer, fried over the passion of a blacksmith, seasoned with thoughts of cheese • Favorite Animal(s) | Foxes, Monitor Lizards, Chameleons, Geckos, Magpies, Crows, Cockatiels are a riot, Frogs • Favorite Music Genre | Vaporwave, Lo-Fi • Favorite Haunt | Home, or a bar to sample other alcohols and folks. • Signature Weapon | Insert • Preferred Vices | Shrooms and Pot • Pet Peeve | A ruined rare ingredient. • Guilty Pleasure | Wet dreams and playing the antagonist in a nightmare, but never simultaneously.

Pending: Art

[Amatiramisu]

Alicia Tenebris

_{Artwork by @Tiny_gh00st}
At 11:22PM, during a live show by The Petty Desperate, a fire broke out in the venue. The press released a statement blaming faulty pyrotechnics, but witness reports mention the sound of gunfire and screaming moments before the fire was contained.

Basic Information

Name: Alicia Tenebris
Nickname(s): Allie, "White Wolf"
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Birthday: December 7
Race: Lycan
Rank/Status Title (if any): Scout, provisional.

Appearance

Height: 5'4"
Build: Slightly stocky
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color & Style: Naturally white, dyed mostly black, pulled into a ponytail with chopped bangs.
Skin Tone: Fair
Notable Marks: Vertical scar across lips. Beauty mark beside her mouth.
Typical Clothing Style: Punky. Leather jackets, tank tops, ripped jeans, combat boots, the works. Always wears a red collar choker. Sometimes seen with an uncharacteristically cute skull hairpin
Aura/First Impression: Bitchy. Always scowling, rolling her eyes, and huffing at every interaction.
Voice: Smooth, velvety, and operatic. Deep baritones, brutal growls, and sultry lows give way to soaring highs, sharp screams, and ethereal, rhythmic notes. She is professionally trained, after all.

Psychology

Hobbies/Interests
✦ Anime & Manga, mostly RomCom & Isekai. She is a TOTAL otaku, and her apartment is covered in figures, posters, and paraphernalia.
✦ Music - should come as no surprise she gravitates to rock & metal. Fucks with electronica, though.
✦ Posting. She's always on imageboards and social media, getting mad at strangers online.
Likes
✦ Cheap beer and chinese food for dinner.
✦ Nightlife. Not the clubbing and fucking nightlife, but the 2AM convenience store run kind.
✦ Dogs. The smaller and stupider looking, the better.
Dislikes
✦ Phone calls. Just fucking text her.
✦ Summer and hot weather. She's got too much hair (and fur) for that shit.
✦ Door knocks and doorbell rings. Something about the sound sets her right the fuck off.
Fears
✦ Strangers. She's paranoid and naturally suspicious of people that approach her. Especially during her nightly beer runs.
✦ Being recognized. She hates her fans. She hates her fans more when they make a huge scene about her.
✦ Stuff in her drink.
Habits
✦ Grinding her teeth. Especially in her sleep.
✦ Tends to hum old tunes absentmindedly when she's busy.
✦ Curses a little bit too much, even in relatively polite company.
Vices
✦ Nightly drinking. She's not quite as severe as a full-on alcoholic, but always averages 2 or 3 beers a night.
✦ Again. Posting. She's up there with the worst of us. Get her off the computer.
✦ Reclusive. She will lock herself in her apartment for days on end if she has nothing to do.

Core Motivation: To be left alone and forgotten, to have what little fame she had fade into less than a memory. At least, that's what she tells herself - but some part of her itches to find out what happened to that bar that burned down the night she made her disappearance.

Personality Overview: Stubborn, snappy, and standoffish are the keywords when one describes Alicia. It’s fairly obvious she’s more than a little depressed. Though once upon a time she was more outgoing and amicable, when she started singing, she closed herself off, much to her bandmates and loved ones' confusion and concern. This has unfortunately only intensified over the years - but she's still at her core a professional, and she's certainly not socially inept and capable of talking to people on her level.

Relationships and Reputation

Openness to Friendship (1-5): 2
Openness to Romance (1-5): 1
Romantic Preferences: Full rejection. She's content with her H-manga and sex toys.
Current Romantic Interests (if any): N/A
View on Forbidden Relationships: Accepting. Coming from the punk scene, queer relationships both mundane and magical are as natural as the moon to her.
Biggest Turn-ons:
✦ You could really just list some hentai website tags here.
Biggest Turn-offs:
✦ Being approached and asked out instead of being allowed to take the initiative herself.
✦ You.
How They Handle Love: She rejects any and all advances vehemently, and seems almost afraid of the prospect.
Reputation Among Their Race/Faction: Amicable. She's on good terms with Blackmoor and his Fangs.
Relationship with the Glamour: Adheres to it. As someone who once had a stage presence, she understands its necessity both for her safety and the safety of the crowd in front of her.
Known Enemies: Her former manager.
Known Friends: Her former band.
Known Family Members: Nobody from Halcyon.

Background

Current Occupation: Shut-in. Pays the rent through odd jobs for the Iron Fangs. Secretly wishes she'd still get residuals on album sales or something.
Level of Schooling(if any): College drop-out.
Past Occupations (if any): Lead vocalist of The Petty Desperate, a mildly recognizable punk band.
Socioeconomic Status: Living paycheck to paycheck in a shitty neighborhood.
History Summary:

Alicia was born in a commune of rogue yet peaceful Lycans west of Halcyon, in a small pack that lived out of trailers near a small shithole town. Alicia, for her part, was a rather curious, outgoing child, and grew up accustomed to the culture of her kind, with an understanding of the Glamour and her own existence. When she left for college, she was already well in control of her abilities and ready enough to face the world. Always having a love of music in part for the CDs her father used to collect, she linked up with a group of other music students - Erica Redwood, Rebecca Connelly, & Charlotte McClellan. They became close-knit friends and decided to quit college as a group and start a band.

Their first gigs as The Petty Desperate were successes, with Alicia as their frontman, and in spite of Alicia's refusal to book some specific dates, their career bloomed into their first EP, "Blackbird", their first studio album, "The Crow, Apathetic", and their first time touring as a supporting artist.

Reviewers found the contrast between their upbeat, energetic instrumentation and their haunting lyrics and songwriting enthralling and attention-grabbing - but noted the two successive releases grew darker and darker. Concurrently, Alicia's bandmates noted a shift in her attitude sometime after the end of a party when she'd disappeared, in a daze, with their manager at the time, Jericho Shea.

Their last show was cut short when, in the middle of their set, a fire broke out in the venue. The bar they'd played in was burned to the ground, and with nearly a dozen casualties in the chaos. To Erica, Rebecca, and Charlotte, it was a shitty accident, but to Alicia, it was a hunt gone wrong.

As she made her way outside, her ears picked up the sound of rifles being primed. Unwilling to endanger her friends or worse, use them as human shields, she made off with a security guard's handgun and fled into the night. Evading capture until the morning, hiding out in the woods, she caught the first bus out of town, not wanting to risk being tracked down with the rest of her band. With their frontman presumed dead in the fire, her remains unable to be found, The Petty Desperate went on an indeterminate hiatus.

Finding herself in Halcyon later that week, Alicia was sniffed out - pun intended - by the Iron Fangs, the presence of a strange and unfamiliar Lycan being treated as an intrusion. However, it just so happened that one or two members of the Fangs had, in fact, heard her performances, and managing to persuade them both to let her stay and to keep their mouths shut about her survival, she was given permission to remain in their territory.

Three years later, Alicia's scratched out a meager-yet-steady living. Taking contract scout work for the Fangs keeps the lights on, but somewhere in the back of her head, she still wonders who, or what, was after her that night...

Race-Specific Questions

▸ Lycans:
✦Born or Turned?: Born. She has very good shapeshifting control, and is able to partially shift. (She's sometimes used this to sprout ears and a tail for self-indulgent bedroom cosplay.)
✦Reaction to Full Moon: Tracks the calendar meticulously to seclude herself properly someplace outside the city.
✦Pack Loyalty Level: Mild.
✦Views on Mortals: Her three best friends in the world were humans. The Wardens, however, are assholes, and she steers clear.
✦Views on Vampires: Stuck-up dickheads. Way cuter in manga.
✦Views on Fae: Freakish. Prejudiced due to warnings from her family growing up. Only uses her White Wolf psuedonym around them.

Miscellaneous

Theme Song: Lake Malice - Blossom
Favorite Food: Sweet chili beef chow mein.
Favorite Animal(s): Shih tzus.
Favorite Music Genre: Progressive rock.
Favorite Haunt: Golden Wok
Signature Weapon: During scout work, carries the same 1911 she'd pilfered from that guard years ago. Serial number filed off by the Fangs as a courtesy.
Preferred Vices: Alcohol
Pet Peeve: Having to leave home without at least a couple hours' notice.
Guilty Pleasure: Orders cheap cosplays online and models in her room. Always deletes the pictures afterward.

[Theyra]

William Connors

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | William Connors • Nickname(s) | Will • Age | 28 • Gender | Male • Birthday | May 5th • Race | Lycan • Rank/Status | Warrior of the Iron Fangs Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6'0 • Build | Athletic • Eye Color | Brown when in human form • Hair Color & Style | Light brown and Short Wavy Hair • Skin Tone | Fair • Notable Marks | Scars on his forearms(Claw Marks) • Typical Clothing Style | Casual • Aura/First Impression | Reserved but, Open • Voice | Firm but welcoming, small hint of an accent Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 3 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 3 • Romantic Preferences | Serious • Current Romantic Interests | None • View on Forbidden Relationships | Cautious • Biggest Turn-ons | Bravery, Loyalty, Good Hearted • Biggest Turn-offs | Cruel, Lazy, Selfish • Known Friends | Some members of the Iron Fang • Known Enemies | Shane Korn(One of the few survivors of the Lost Claws that Willaim knows about and is packless. How is he still alive?) • Known Family | Michael Connors(Dead), Vicky Connors(Dead)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | Comic Books, Sparring, Parkour, Music, Photography • Likes | Chinese Food, Rock, Honest people, Places with a Good View, Family • Dislikes | Pompous people, Coffee, Drugs, Members of his Old Pack who are still alive • Fears | ✦Becoming like his former pack Alpha, Losing his way, Becoming worthless, the Iron Fang becoming like his former pack • Habits | Humming old songs, Walking around when thinking, flipping old coins when idle • Vices | Alcohol, Too Watchful, Self Doubt over his past Core Motivation William just wants to make sure that the Iron Fangs do not turn into his old pack. His old pack, the Lost Claws, were his first and only family after his parents died and he was left on his own. To watch them turn from a loyal and good pack into a twisted and violent pack that valued nothing the pack was supposed to be about. It hurt him deeply to see it happen in front of him. It hurt even more to leave and give up on them, but now that they are gone. William does not want the Iron Fangs to suffer that fate, and so he is ever watchful of anyone, even his new Alpha Dominic Blackmoor himself, from showing signs of becoming what befell the Lost Claws. Personality Overview William can be described as a friendly and rather warm person to friends or family. Is open to hearing their problems and being a nice person. But, still is someone who will knock someone out cold if you mess with him or his family. Which after the loss of his parents, he considers his pack his family. After losing two of them, William wants to make sure he does not lose a third, and despite being watchful of the Iron Fangs. He still cares for them and tries not be too much for them in his watchful manner. Still, William is a person who can be relied on and does lend an open ear to his friends or family who need it.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Warrior for the Iron Fangs • Level of Schooling | College Educated • Past Occupations | Warrior for the Lost Claws • Socioeconomic Status | Middle Class • History Summary | William was born to two packless Lycans, Michael and Vicky Connors. Now William does not know why his family was packless in the first place. He thinks they were exiles, but in the end. He never got the chance to ask, since despite living well enough for a time. William's parents would die in an accident and left him alone in the city. Now on the streets, Williams tried what he could to survive, and he probably would have joined his parents were it not for the Lost Claws. A pack that was made up of outcasts and those lycans left behind by the city. Their goal is to help out those like them and the other outcasts, or those living on the streets. William quickly joined them, and things started to improve. They were his family, and his bond was strong, especially knowing their ideals, and William would learn much about how to do more than just survive. He would thrive with the Lost Claws and was dedicated to their mission. Helping out other lycans or others like them. Well, for those who would accept their help. However, this changed after his pack's Alpha died in a fight with another pack, and a new Alpha was put in charge. Then things started to slowly change as this new Alpha started to have a new idea of how the Lost Claws would run, and by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. As he was blinded by his love for his pack and as he and his Alpha buttted heads over things and those like him getting demoted or silenced. Becoming a small part of the new and growing Lost Claws. William did something bold to save his pack from becoming something else. He challenged the Alpha for leadership of the Lost Claw. But despite his best efforts, he lost and was demoted to the lowest rank in the pack. William now realizes that it was too late to save the Lost Claws as they become more violent and argue with each other. He left one day and did not look back. By the time he had joined up with the Iron Fangs, the pack's ideals reminded him of the Lost Claws. Word reached him that his former beloved pack had wiped itself out in a civil war. While he did feel remorse that he could not save them. William was determined that his new pack, his new family, would not suffer the same fate. So now he watches the members of the Iron Fang, and even Dominic Blackmoor himself, for signs of them turning into the opposite of what the Iron Fang stands for.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✦ Race info ▸ Lycans ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Born • Reaction to Full Moon | His eyes change color from brown to yellow and his aggressiveness increases greatly, but tries to only hurt those who are his enemies if turned • Pack Loyalty Level | Commited if things stay the course • Views on Mortals | Not seeing them as enemies or playthings but, treats him as actually living beings • Views on Vampires | He is wary and cautious of them • Views on Fae | Dislikes them and does not trust them Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | All that Matters - Skillet • Favorite Food | Shrimp Fried Rice • Favorite Animal(s) | Eagle • Favorite Music Genre | Rock • Favorite Haunt | Gutterbane and sometimes the Neon Lanes Bowling Alley • Signature Weapon | Dual Knifes • Preferred Vices | Vodka • Pet Peeve | Talking while eating • Guilty Pleasure | Watching martial arts movies

[Expllo]

Dante Virelli

Basic Information

Name: Dante Virelli
Nickname(s): Any variation of calling him young, ‘Kid’ ‘Squirt’ etc.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Birthday: August 25th
Race: Human
Rank/Status Title: Engineer/Field Warden

Appearance

Height: 5’11
Build: Slim, athletic
Eye Color: Blue/Grey
Hair Color & Style: Black, messy
Skin Tone: Tanned
Notable Marks: Freckles with a subtle scar between bridge of nose
Typical Clothing Style: Formal, business casual
Aura/First Impression: Young, immature, inexperienced. Regardless of his potential and intelligence, in a world full of experienced Wardens and deadly creatures it isn’t a shock that most would underestimate him on all levels when first meeting him.
Voice: Charlie Cox

Psychology

Hobbies/Interests
✦ Tinkering.
✦ Reading.
✦ Sketching.
Likes
✦ Music, of all genres.
✦ Learning, he seeks knowledge and understanding.
✦ Optimism, he can see the beauty in any bleak situation.
Dislikes
✦ (Unnecessary) Violence.
✦ Pessimism.
✦ Seriousness. Everyone needs to loosen up, a ‘lil bit.
Fears
✦ Proving the doubts about him are right.
✦ Humanity’s end.
✦ The Supernatural. He’s intrigued, curious, but still human. Fear is a part of being human, whether you accept it or not.
Habits
✦ Spacing out when a new idea is on his mind.
✦ Biting lip, specifically when nervous.
✦ Whistles his favorite tunes, perfectly, at random.
Vices
✦ Lust. He’s 20.
✦ Obsession. Once he’s honed in on something, his mind sticks to it until he figures it out.
✦ Nihilism. He hates this underlying feeling that they’re fighting a hopeless war, and tries to drown it out with positivity and personal effort to make the Wardens as strong as possible.

Core Motivation: Learn as much about this supernatural world as possible. Protect humanity. Finds answers about the death of parents.

Personality Overview: Dante is a kind man that approaches every situation with a smile, manners, and optimism. Some might describe him as happy-go-lucky, but he’s relatively nonchalant and chill at all times. He’s hardened, as shown by his dismissiveness of hazing, but doesn’t let it determine his life. He can be sarcastic and snarky at times despite his jovial nature, but what young adult isn’t?

Relationships and Reputation

Openness to Friendship (1-5): 5
Openness to Romance (1-5): 5
Romantic Preferences: Casual flirt. While lacking self-confidence to actively pursue any romantic or sexual relationship, he’s accepting of it if offered.
Current Romantic Interests (if any): Probably on a Warden girl.
View on Forbidden Relationships: Dante is a firm believer of doing what makes you happy. He wouldn’t judge, nor snitch on, anyone.
Biggest Turn-ons:
✦ Mean/Dismissive women. Maybe it’s the chase that gets him?
✦ Confidence.
✦ Smelling good.
Biggest Turn-offs:
✦ Disloyalty.
✦ Putting others at risk.
✦ Lack of ambition.
How They Handle Love: Never been romantically in love to know. Otherwise, he treats it with the utmost loyalty and grace.
Reputation Among Their Race/Faction: Overall, good. Some still think he rides off the names of his parents, but has general respect outside of hazing for his age. Still feels he needs to make a name for himself though.
Relationship with the Glamour: “The Glamour must be protected — until the Hour of Reckoning.” Dante just hopes he gets to study it before then.
Known Enemies: None.
Known Friends Hardly any.
Known Family Members: Deceased Wardens, Elena and Marcus Virelli.

Background

Current Occupation: Warden Engineer
Level of Schooling: Minimum formal schooling. Mostly self-taught.
Past Occupations: Thief.
Socioeconomic Status: Gets by well enough.
History Summary:

Dante was born into a bloodline of Wardens. His parents, Elena and Marcus Virelli, were revered Wardens deeply committed to the cause. They raised Dante with love but never did shy away from teaching him the truth, knowing the life they led was a dangerous one. At the age of eight, Dante’s life was shattered. During a covert mission, his parents were ambushed by an Elder Vampire and its thralls. Few details were shared–The Wardens called it a massacre, while whispers in the ranks spoke of betrayal from within. Dante never learned the truth. Dante never got a body to bury. Just two broken blades and his mother’s bloodstained Warden insignia.

Alone and angry, Dante was nearly lost to the streets before Commander Dane found him. The Wardens then took the orphaned boy in, not with gentleness, but with purpose. Dante was raised within the hidden stronghold of The Bastion, trained from the ground up. He was never given special treatment because of the Virelli name, if anything that made his mentors more brutal. His trails were worse. He endured, not to hold on to glory, but to find answers. Dante showed prodigy levels of talent in both combat and engineering.

Now 20 years old, Dante is a fresh Field-Warden with minimal missions under his belt. Dante suspects the monsters he fights aren't the only ones who betrayed his family. He moves through the world with twin obsidian-blood rune daggers, and a cold resolve that masks the pain of what he lost.

Race-Specific Questions

▸ Wardens:
✦ Enhancement Use: Nightshade-X and Viper-Veil Injections match his fighting style most, but is willing to take any if needed at the time. Uses sparingly as he knows his mind is his best weapon.
✦ Preferred Weapons: Dante keeps an Echo Rifle strapped around his back at all times when doing field work. Dante is proficient in using Nullbombs before he even attacks once, before keeping enemies at a distance with Ironfang Pistols. He keeps twin bloodrune daggers sheathed to his side, at all times in case he finds himself in close-range situations. The daggers are enchanted to extend three inches outwards when thrust forward, while not a lot, it still gives a misconception of its true range.

✦ Willingness to Break Warden Code: Dante will always do what he feels is right morally, code or no code. But for the most part, he’s on board.
✦ Views on Fae: Master manipulators. Dante learned long ago to never accept kindness, therefore anything, from a Fae. Very cautious. Little to no empathy, but is highly curious about their magic.
✦ Views on Vampires: If left unchecked, in his opinion, are much more dangerous than any wild Lycan could ever be. Empathizes with those turned without a choice, but has no problem putting one down if they’re unstable.
✦ Views on Lycan: Empathizes with the curse. It must be hard to be at a constant war with oneself. Thinks they’re relatively cool, if it wasn’t for them being his enemy and all.

Miscellaneous

Theme Song:
Favorite Food: Burgers.
Favorite Animal(s): Wolves.
Favorite Music Genre: Blues and Jazz.
Favorite Haunt (location): The Eclipse, the only place he can sneak off to get a closer look to study the Supernatural without having to engage in combat. He loves strippers/dancers as well. Sundown Diner has the best milkshakes and burgers in the city. The Sinking Library is a comfort place. The Bastion is basically his home, as he often finds himself falling asleep in the lab as he’s tinkering.
Signature Weapon: While it isn’t a weapon, Dante has crafted himself a black glove. He can shoot it outwards like a grappling hook to quickly pull himself from one area to the next. Uses this to keep himself at a comfortable distance so he can shoot at range.
Preferred Vices: Beautiful women, exotic workers, the typical things that can get a young man into trouble.
Pet Peeve: Anyone interrupting his work or the daydreams of his work.
Guilty Pleasure: Testing the limits of Redspire Serum pain resistance.

[Chrys]

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Alora

Alora

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Alora Devoy • Nickname(s) | Chimere | Shimmer | Dreamer • Age | In her 70s but she looks like she is in her early 30s • Gender | Female • Birthday | November 12th • Race | Fae • Rank/Status | Singer and boss of The Gossamer Dream Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] True Apperance • Height | Her natural height is 5'3 • Build | Slight and impish • Eye Color | Bright teal eyes. • Hair Color & Style | Rainbow hair that widely falls in curls and sometimes is done in braids. • Skin Tone | Lightly tanned from falling asleep on roofs while sunbathing • Notable Marks | Her eyes have no whites or pupils, they are just glaringly teal eyes. They are very eerie even to the point that they could be mistaken for giant cat eyes glinting in the dark of an alleyway. • Typical Clothing Style | Ecletic. Bits of pieces such as straps or patches were very much needed but were seen as fun. • Aura/First Impression | Odd, weird, a lot of energy, and a whole lot of trouble. • Voice | Light feminine voice that is more often than not rushed and excited. The chipper energy of her speech is like lit sparks. Her regular glamour - Chimere • Height | She is about 6' • Build | Slender and voluptuous. Her build is almost unbelievable, something that would be front-page model-worthy. • Eye Color | Light lavender coloured eyes • Hair Color & Style | Long ombre hair that goes from lavender to white color • Skin Tone | Pale porcelain so pale her skin almost seems as if it glows under light • Notable Marks | She almost seems too good to be real, because you know she is. • Typical Clothing Style | Elegant and glamorous. • Aura/First Impression | Calm and collected. Mysterious and elusive. • Voice | Calm, smooth and soothing. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 3 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 5 - For Dominic, 2/3 for everyone else • Romantic Preferences | Someone with genuine warmth and likes to look out after others • Current Romantic Interests | Has a crush on Dominic • View on Forbidden Relationships | Makes them all the more like the smut she reads and therefore hotter. • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Broad Shouldered ✦ Dark ✦ Deep Voice ✦ Protector ✦ • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ No humour ✦ No sense of joy or warmth ✦ • Known Friends | Very few, she has made a career of hiding who she is and no one has figured out this secret yet. • Known Enemies | Any threat to her little act. • Known Family | Her mother, Cassandra and father, Jonathon are upper class fae known for living in the lap of luxury. Her older sister Chimere was the golden child until she died, though some would say she still is.

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Singing ✦ Dancing ✦ 'Feeding' off peoples love for her ✦ • Likes | ✦ Music ✦ The spotlight on her ✦ Fae Food ✦ • Dislikes | ✦ Boredom ✦ Silence ✦ Mundane ✦ • Fears | ✦ That she no longer recognizes herself ✦ That Dominic will see the real her and dislike her ✦ Everything she built coming crashing down around her ✦ • Habits | ✦ Bites her nails when nervous ✦ Doesn't like looking at mirrors when she is her herself ✦ • Vices | ✦ Alcohol ✦ Fae Food and Drink ✦ Consuming emotions ✦ Core Motivation After spending her life hidden away, she craves the spotlight and love that her sister had always taken for granted. She feeds off this attention and love that the audience now gives her as she sings, the emotions making her drunk and forget about herself. With this she can forget about the little Alora no one loved. Personality Overview Alora was born energetic and passionate. A little bright light running from one thing to another in excitement, sharing her new interests to anyone who would listen. Though the problem was no one would listen. Now grown up Alora is a lot more hidden, she still has her passions she wants to share with the world but she doesn't try to show anyone else anymore. Instead she hides all that is her away and puts on the serene facade of her older sister. She only truly can be her behind closed doors, where there she can fawn over romantic novels in a little pile of cushions or paint the apartment walls bright clashing colours at 2 in the morning.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Singer and boss of The Gossamer Dream • Level of Schooling | Basic schooling • Past Occupations | Bar tender • Socioeconomic Status | She lives comfortably thanks to her little speakeasy doing so well. • History Summary | [+] As long as Alora can remember, she was overlooked. Chimere, her older sister was the perfect daughter. The girl with the talent to entrance all that listened to her music. She had the voice, the looks and the personality. And than there was Alora with her wild rainbow hair and unnaturally bright eyes. She was nothing like what her parents had wanted or expected for their children. She was loud and vibrant, and so passionate about all around her. Though that passion faded year by year as her parents showed no interest in her or her little obsessions. She was considered 'too much' and instead they put all their money and time to her older sister. So Alora, no matter how vibrant she might seem from the outside, ended up in the shadows. She left home as soon as she could, trying to escape from the looming shadow her perfect sister created. She tried to make a life for herself, tried to make friends, take a lover but in the end it all came back to herself. How she found herself ... lacking. That was when an opportunity landed in her lap. Chimere, upon her doorstep bleeding and sobbing, begging Alora for her help. She had tried to do right by her sister, she had tried to help but .... well an opportunity had just landed in her lap. With the golden child out of the way there was now a spotlight calling her name. The warm light that she had never had the chance to experience was waiting for her at the speakeasy her sister had started. There at The Gossamer Dream she could finally stand in front of a loving audience. There her singing and her ability to feed off emotions would not be met with disgusted looks. There she would be loved and admired. Maybe, just maybe she could even, finally, get her parents to look at her. There was only one issue... that wouldn't happen if she was Alora. Instead, a whole new Chimere appeared on stage. One who was glamorous and beautiful as all remembered, but underneath the dazzling smile there was a woman who felt her own sense of self slowly decaying along with hidden corpse deep underground.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✦ Fae Race info ▸ Fae ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Element Affinity | Light • Glamour Specialty | Singing and music related. Her singing can cause emotional feedback in listeners as well as able to help boost strength and confidence in those she has an affinity with. Her humming also helps her create a glamour illusion on herself. • Views on Mortals | Easy to trick and play with. She usually considers them stupid and not worth her time. • Views on Vampires | Annoying how much of a mess they make but they have their uses. • Views on Lycan | Didn't really have any opinions on them until she met Dom. Now she finds herself not only interested, but also kind of obsessing over werewolf romance novels. Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Somewhere I belong by Linkin Park • Favorite Food | Moonlit Nectar • Favorite Animal(s) | Butterflies or Moths • Favorite Music Genre | Alternative • Favorite Haunt | The Gossamer Dream • Signature Weapon | Other people and daggers • Preferred Vices | Alcohol and Andrenaline rushes • Pet Peeve | When people don't pay attention when she sings • Guilty Pleasure | Trashy romance novels, especially those about werewolves

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Tobias Warren

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Tobias Warren • Age | 600s • Gender | Man • Race | Vampire • Rank/Status | Crimson Circle Inner-Ring | Proselytizer | Elder Vampire Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6’4” • Build | Slim • Eye Color | Honey brown • Hair Color & Style | Dark-brown, medium fade with a part on the left side, and goatee • Skin Tone | Brown • Typical Clothing Style | Always dressed in formal wear and wearing circle-rimmed, red-tinted sunglasses, and a white-gold full-finger ring on his right middle finger. • Aura/First Impression | Calm, steady, but also as unsettling as something unseen in the dark corner of the room— your curiosity wants you to uncover what’s there, but your instincts scream at you to let the unknown remain unknown. • Voice | Deep, baritone. Often, it comes out flat as if he’s become desensitized to repeating a sentence or phrase. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 1 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | I1 • Romantic Preferences | Only the worthiest of vampiress within the Crimson Circle • Current Romantic Interests | None, but he does love his craft • View on Forbidden Relationships | Abominable unless done so to further the objectives of the Crimson Circle, enact the will of Magnus, or violate enemies

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦Discovering ways to use others ✦Reading old and religious texts ✦Inducing heightened emotions in his victims, for his own selfish pleasure • Likes | ✦Destroying his enemies ✦Subjugating his enemies ✦Repurposing traitors and vampires unable to conform to the will of Magnus ✦Feeding from those experiencing heightened emotions • Dislikes | ✦Those who think too freely ✦Non-Vampires ✦Junkies • Fears | ✦A wavering of his faith in Magus ✦Losing the trust he has earned ✦Becoming completely numb to life’s pleasures • Habits | ✦Long pauses before speaking ✦Rubs his ring when contemplating ✦Monologues • Vices | ✦Witnessing others feeling heightened emotions Core Motivation To promise the vision of Magnus Corvane and see Halcyon and eventually a world unquestionably ruled by him is Tobias’s goal. He has no reservations about the cost in lives it will take to bring this vision to fruition. In his devotion to Magnus Corvane, he finds moments of pleasure and depravity in the suffering of others, whether they be of his kind or the others he deems as inferior beings. There is no shame in his cruelty, because it will all lead to Crimson Circle’s end state. How much blood will he shed? How many people will he break? Answer: As many as it takes. Personality Overview Tobias is the quiet and calculated man many would assume him to be if judged by his appearance. Well-dressed, emotions in check, and an exquisite taste for all that he consumes. He maintains a cold and serious demeanor with little room for humor or niceties. Still, there is something depraved, even savage, that hides deep beneath the surface. A monster that enjoys nothing more than blood, flooded with adrenaline, dopamine, and endorphins. A human life means nothing more than a source of nourishment, as he’s long forgotten what it means to be one of them. His loyalty to Magnus Corvane and the Crimson Circle remains unwavering while he nearly worships their standing in Halcyon. Some would deem him a zealot, but Tobias would simply claim he is merely loyal. He looks down upon Lycans as well, but not only them, but vampires who have failed to bend the knee. Vampires who either find themselves unable to cope or are just plain defiant to the Crimson Circle more often than not find themselves in the presence of Tobias, who breaks them down, only to repurpose them so that they may be used in favor of the King of Halcyon. Traitors, failed spawns, and captured foes should seek death before they find themselves within the shadow of this monster— in his clutches, between his maw, or a part of his depravity.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Head of Operations and at The Red Note, Confidant of Magnus Corvane, Torturer • Socioeconomic Status | As a member of the Inner Circle, he enjoys the lavish living of upper-class society • History Summary | In the beginning of Tobias’s vampirism, he did not find himself within the Crimson Circle. In fact, he found himself on the opposite end of a war between vampire factions. The attempted power grab by his previous faction sparked skirmishes in the night that went on for months before he witnessed firsthand the power Magnus Corvane had over blood and the lack of tenacity as he slew many spawns and blooded. Knowing the man now, Tobias would describe it as a disappointed parent, rearing his unruly children. It was strange and terrifying to see an elder so deadly, yet welcoming all the same. It was during this final skirmish that he found himself captured along with those he called brothers and sisters, and it was during their confinement that he gave them one chance— one choice. They could either swear themselves to him or get the chance to hopelessly challenge him. Many defied him, believing they were acting with loyalty in their minds and unbeating hearts, but Tobias only saw misguidance. Before he could bend the knee to Magnus Corvane, he already considered himself in service to him, for he was not an elder who kept his position for power or greed– Magnus Corvane kept it because he recognized it was he who would lead their kind to dominion. After joining the Crimson Circle, Tobias realized he was now following a true visionary and leader into the dusk. His loyalty and dedication was rewarded, and there was argument or discussion on whether he had earned his place amongst the elders of the Inner Circle when enough decades had passed. The extended time alive also gave rise to craving for a specific flavor of blood— let’s be honest, it’s more of an obsession. Magnus being privy of this “craving,” gave his trusted member of his Inner Circle the opportunity to indulge as he liked by choosing Tobias to be the one to deal with the Crimson Circle’s captives as either a delicacy or subject for forceful “conversion.” Currently, Tobias usually runs The Red Note, hosting other vampires sharing a similar status as himself. On the surface, it is a calm sophisticated jazz lounge filled with the wellknown or the “well-aged” of his kind, but beneath its waxed hardwood floors lie countless dark cells filled with wailing, tortured captives used to supply blood to the patrons. Those who know Tobias well as well as the underbelly of the establishment can only chuckle or scoff at how perfectly the two match one another. As for the captives.. They pray. They beg. They cry. And in time they feel the last bit of life leave their being.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Race info ▸ Vampires ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Turned • Blood Source Preference | Directly from the source • Blood Addiction Risk (1-5) | 1 • View on Fae Blood Ban | It can be used to our advantage • Views on Mortals | Our food, our inferiors • Views on Fae | Useful but will need to be subjugated • Views on Lycan | They have no place in our future Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Dead Jungle - Matthew C. Morelli • Favorite Food | Fugu Sashimi • Favorite Animal(s) | Owls • Favorite Music Genre | Jazz, Classical Music, Blues, Soul, Rock n’ Roll • Favorite Haunt | The Red Note, but you might find him at the Velvet Bite, and on rare occasion at The Red Widow • Signature Weapon | Glock • Preferred Vices | Blood and tobacco • Pet Peeve | Timeliness

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Casey “K.C” Mercer

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Basic Information

Name: Casey Mercer
Nickname(s): “K.C,” “The Viper”
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Birthday: August 1
Race: Lycan
Rank/Status Title (if any): Lone Wolf

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Appearance

Height: 5’10”
Build: Lean and toned build to maximize speed and endurance
Eye Color: Orange
Hair Color & Style: The right side of her head was buzzed, the rest a short mane of black hair streaked with white at the tips. She wore it flipped to the left. In the ring she wore it in a braid
Skin Tone: Sun-Kissed
Notable Marks: A scar on her left leg, from her upper inner thigh to the knee
Typical Clothing Style:

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Aura/First Impression: Confident, probably cocky.
Voice: Smooth, husky, and sultry. Like velvet smoke

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Psychology

Hobbies/Interests
✦ Skateboarding
✦ Dancing
✦ Painting
Likes
✦ Plushies
✦ Late night drives
✦ Street Art
Dislikes
✦ False bravado
✦ Not being in control
✦ Being ingored
Fears
✦ Failing herself
✦ Abandonment
✦ That love will always end in betrayal
Habits
✦ Avoids eye contact when vulnerable
✦ Makes mental notes of who’s useful and who’s a liability
✦ Rolling shoulders to release tension before fights or stressful moments

Vices
✦ Self-Sabotaging
✦ Sex as an escape
✦ Alcohol

Core Motivation:
"I’ll never bow to an Alpha again! I'll never let a pack’s judgment or their laws break me. But if I’m honest... if I’m reckless enough to admit it. I still ache for a place that feels like home. Problem is, the ghost of my past whisper the same thing… that reaching for it will only leave me ruined all over again."

Personality Overview:
Wounded, yet fierce. Reckless, yet cautious. It’s her duality that defines her. Casey the Lycan carries herself like she’s untouchable, carefree, untamed, living as if tomorrow doesn’t matter, wearing the wild edge of someone who’s already lost everything worth taking. But in the ring, she becomes something else: patient, precise, and calculated, a fighter who knows that every strike, every choice, is the line between falling and surviving.

Exile stripped her of her home, her family, her birthright and in losing everything, she found a freedom she wears like a crown. She hides her scars behind a mask of wild abandon, letting the world believe nothing can break her. Yet beneath that wild facade lingers a quiet truth: a longing for connection. A chance to prove her life is more than survival.

Relationships and Reputation

Openness to Friendship (1-5): 5
Openness to Romance (1-5): 2.5
Romantic Preferences: (casual/flirty or serious/trusting, none at all,etc.) Hook ups to fill a void, deep down wants something serious, but she’s scared to be hurt again.
Current Romantic Interests (if any): None
View on Forbidden Relationships: ”It’ll cut you deep enough, and you’ll bleed out. But goddamn, it makes you feel alive”

Biggest Turn-ons:
✦ Someone who challenges her(mentally)
✦ Loyalty
✦ Confidence
Biggest Turn-offs:
✦ Cowardice
✦ Being dismissed
✦ Weak boundaries
Known Enemies: | "maybe, but I sleep just fine at night”
Known Friends ”Only the ones who don’t slow me down, and can keep up”
Known Family Members: ”Dead to me”

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Background

Current Occupation: Cage Fighter
Level of Schooling(if any): Some college, she planned on going to nursing school.
Past Occupations (if any): Brawler, Bartender
Socioeconomic Status: Middle Class
History Summary:
Branded a traitor and cast out for daring to love a rival wolf from a pack her own had feuded with for generations, she was forced to face an impossible choice. Her Alpha demanded her loyalty: renounce the man she loved or walk away from her pack forever.

She chose love, she chose exile.

Young, in love and finally free of rules, they lived on their own terms, a freedom that tasted sweeter than any chain of duty or pack loyalty. Fast cars, bar fights, and nights spent chasing the edge. It wasn’t long before they found themselves drawn into the brutal world of underground Lycan brawls. The fights were savage, the pay quick, and the risks high. And on the nights when their bodies collided in a fierce, unspoken hunger, it was all the proof she needed that love was worth the price. For a time, she dared to believe it was enough.
The small-time fights were barely enough to keep them afloat, and their rising success got to his head, and it changed him. He grew cocky, negligent, and distant, no longer the man Casey had fought beside. Eventually, she came home to find him with another woman, it was a betrayal that crushed the fragile bond they had left. The man she had given up her pack, her home, and her future for was gone, replaced by someone she barely recognized. He had shattered her completely.

Her grief and anger found a home in the underworld of Halcyon. The cage fights welcomed her wrath, and the ring became her refuge.
Every hit carries the weight of her defiance, every victory a slap in the face of those who abandoned her. She fought with coiled patience, biding her time until the perfect moment to strike. Her moves were quick and fluid, like a shadow slipping between attacks, sacrificing brute strength for lethal speed. Born from the venom of betrayal, she became The Viper

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Race-Specific Questions

▸ Lycans:
✦Born or Turned? (Most are born. It is rare an alpha turns someone.): Born
✦Reaction to Full Moon: Restless energy. Paces, fights sleep, goes looking for fights
✦Pack Loyalty Level: None
✦Views on Mortals: “] ”Cute, clueless, and usually in over their heads. They pay my bills, touch ‘em, and I’ll eat your pretty little face.”
✦Views on Vampires: ”Looks good enough to kiss. doesn’t it? Just remember, with vampires, it’s only business and blood”
✦Views on Fae: “Careful now. The Fae love their games; play smart or don’t play at all.

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Miscellaneous

Theme Song: "Chandelier" - Sia https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t98GDWrVoVM&list=RDt98GDWrVoVM&start_radio=1
Favorite Food: Chinese food
Favorite Animal(s): Fox
Favorite Music Genre: EDM, and Pop-Punk
Favorite Haunt (location): The Eclipse
Signature Weapon (if any): Brass Knuckles
Preferred Vices: Alcohol and sex
Pet Peeve: Anyone with an uptight attitude gets under her skin
Guilty Pleasure: Pink acrylic nails

[HylianRose]

Noah Corvane || The Prince Bathed in Blood

__________________________________________________________ originally penned by Helo Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Noah Beaumont Corvane • Nickname(s) | N/A • Age | 28 • Gender | Male • Birthday | April 9th • Race | Vampire • Rank/Status | Enforcer for the Corvane family & Prince of Halcyon / Vampire Spawn Appearance __________________________________________________________ dreams of greatness • Height | 5'10 • Build | Lean and fit • Eye Color | Cold blue • Hair Color & Style | Deep red, ear length, messy but intentional • Skin Tone | Deathly pale • Notable Marks | Faded scar from a vampire bite • Typical Clothing Style | Dark colors, expensive tailored suits, long dark colored coats, expensive accessories. • Aura/First Impression | Noah is not the type of vampire that draws others in with charm. He’s a predator that sends a shiver down the spine, raises the hairs on the back of one’s neck, and quickens the heart rate. Terror is often the first impression he leaves, especially for humans. Depraved bastard, is a close second. • Voice | Deep, low, and effortlessly predatory…a voice like the hungry growl of a tiger, and even casual comments or pleasantries sound like a threat. Relationships __________________________________________________________ a bad reputation • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 3 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 2 • Romantic Preferences | Willing and freaky • Current Romantic Interests Obsession | Wren • View on Forbidden Relationships | Sounds deliciously devious. • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Pain ✦ Danger ✦ Power • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ Monotony ✦ Mercy ✦ Tedium • Known Friends | Locke (Former), TBD • Known Enemies | All Wardens, Werewolves, and enemies of Magnus • Known Family | Magnus (Adoptive Father) & Angel (Twin Sister)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Hunting ✦ Partying ✦ Work/Business • Likes | ✦ Violence ✦ Brutality ✦ Horror movies • Dislikes | ✦ Silence ✦ Sentiment ✦ Synthetic/Old Blood • Fears | ✦ Failure ✦ Losing his sister ✦ Starvation • Habits | ✦ Restlessness ✦ Fidgeting ✦ Tapping • Vices | ✦ Substance Abuse ✦ Violence ✦ Wren Core Motivation Noah strives to prove himself. To show Magnus that he is everything Magnus saw in him and more. He works tirelessly to secure his place with the family, building their empire to reach new heights, and cultivating his reputation as one of the most ruthless vampires to walk Halcyon’s streets. He's also striving to see that his sister embraces that same legacy they were crafted for. Personality Overview A vicious creature who willingly tears away whatever is left of his humanity. Noah is driven by the desire to become exactly what he was designed to be: a monster. His cruelty is undeniable; anyone he sees as prey, as an enemy, as something weak and deserving of being picked off, inevitably ends up facing things far worse than death. Noah is a cold and empty creature; there is little he “loves” in the world, but nothing quite holds a candle to the ecstasy of suffering. Watching faces contorted with it, dancing to cries of agony, savoring that precious moment when hope dies behind another’s eyes; Noah revels in it. When the pendulum of fate swings, and it is his turn to suffer, he finds only bliss in his pain. Noah has an unnerving intensity, and when set on a task, he becomes completely obsessed with it. Reckless, irreverent, and brash, he draws attention and seeks out thrills. Never static or sluggish, his restless energy keeps him always moving. When he gets bored, he provokes someone, tries to get a rise, does something out of pocket just to see what’ll happen. Untempered rage paired with a love of violence and unyielding strength, his temper is a bomb with a hairpin trigger. He carries a deep sense of entitlement from years spent as the favored pet and surrogate son of one of the city's most dangerous vampires. Near carte blanche to just about whatever he pleases, Noah carries himself with all the arrogance of someone who knows he is backed by the Corvane family. A life devoid of any real consequences, his cruelty has only ever been celebrated and encouraged, and any time something remotely human bubbles up, all it takes is blood to wash himself clean of it. Humanity is useless to him and useless things are disposed of with surgical precision. . . .

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Mafia Enforcer • Level of Schooling | High School • Past Occupations | Pet • Socioeconomic Status | Filthy rich • History Summary | Noah always tried to be an obedient child, he had to be, his human father had a nasty temper. He figured out how things worked when he was young; behave or earn a beating. Simple. Easy to understand. As long as he did as he was told, things were better. Not perfect, not even good, but better than the alternative. And imperfect enough that Noah felt nothing when a vampire killed his parents. He watched it happen with cold, unflinching eyes. He smiled at the vampire and whispered a simple, quiet thank you. Maybe that’s what sealed his fate. Both saved and damned himself with that one breath. Because that vampire, Magnus, took an interest and saw something of worth. Both he and his twin sister were brought into a new family. One where violence wasn’t kept a hushed secret, one where it was honest, and where Noah was made an active participant. Magnus, the boss of a vampiric mafia, had claimed the siblings as his new pets. His children. He shared with them the gift of eternity. He gave Noah power, strength, and a place at his side. Turned into a vampire as a child, his innocence was replaced with an insatiable bloodlust. A hunger that never calmed with age, instead, it raged and festered. A growing teenager whose appetites were all twisted into a need for blood and violence. He embraced it. Welcomed it. Craved it. In hindsight, maybe that’s what ol’ papa Beaumont saw in a young Noah. That he wasn’t quite right, not in the ways his straight and narrow Warden father expected of him. He always had the mood swings, temper tantrums that tested the man’s limits, compulsive lying, childish attempts at manipulation, and there was that time he nearly burned down the garage… Maybe he knew, maybe he suspected, or maybe he was just another Warden with his self-righteous head stuck up his ass. Good riddance is about all Noah ever has to say about the old man. He got an upgrade when Magnus claimed him as a son. But his twin sister, Angel, didn’t see things the way Noah saw them. She didn’t embrace what they now were, but Noah was a good brother. He was going to help her understand. Anytime Magnus or his minions did anything Angel saw as cruel, Noah subtly made it seem like it was partially her fault. Spun his words to keep her thinking they were both punished because Angel refused to cooperate with the vampires. Noah never saw any of it as a punishment. Not the mind games, not being asked to kill, and certainly not the torture. They were lessons. Magnus was breaking down any lingering weakness so that they could become something better. Stronger. Vampires made in his image. Noah was devoted to the blood-drenched God that had saved him from his sad, meaningless life and offered him the world, everything and anything he could ever want, on a silver platter. Magnus saw worth in him, and Noah remains endlessly loyal to his hero. Noah loved being a vampire; the strength that now flowed through his veins connected him to an ancient power and elevated him to something akin to a demigod. A human life mattered about as much to him as the life of a cow had when he was a child enjoying a burger. Then they mattered even less than that, like the cheap toy that came with a Happy Meal. As time passed, his practicality about their situation grew crueler; something dark and sadistic bloomed in Noah. As he traversed youthful rebellion with his sister and their Fae friend Locke, he kept the darker parts of himself hidden from them. Watched them, paid close attention to everything they said and did so that he could emulate what they wanted. He needed them to like him, keep him included, and maintain their close-knit trio. There is nothing Noah hates more than feeling alone. But that friendship shattered anyway, and Locke left them. Like finding a long-lost brother only to have him abandon them, without a reason, without a goodbye. He could almost admire how well Locke had dug that knife in, made him hurt in a way that mattered. Almost, because the rage he felt at that kind of betrayal only brought out an even more vicious side of him. There was no more restraint after Locke left. He threw himself into the family business and became his father’s enforcer. While there are plenty of vampires willing to maim and kill for the man, it is Noah he sends when he wants to truly send a merciless message, when he needs someone to suffer. He took his rightful place at his father’s side. Fate rewarded him. And no, not just his dagger. When a blood trafficking ring encroached on Magnus’s territory and disrespected the Corvane family; Noah was sent to eliminate the problem. He orchestrated a slaughter still whispered about in dark corners of Halcyon, a message so brutal and final that it still makes rivals question if crossing Magnus so openly is worth the risk. But for once, the slaughter itself was not the reward. Tucked away in a cage not even fit for a dog… was her. A Fae, so otherworldly, so removed from anything ordinary, who welcomed him in almost the same way he had once welcomed Magnus. IV lines tangled around her like oblivion's tendrils, stealing her blood drop by drop, and keeping her in a state constantly on the verge of death. A lithe and fragile little creature who reminded him of that last hopeless breath of the dying. She looked at him without fear and said only a single word. Death. Noah plucked the IV lines as if they were the strings of a harp. As veins wept from where needles had been left for far too long, the scent of her blood had that unmistakable allure. Pure magic. Power yet to be fully unlocked. Strength trapped within a broken shell. He gave her exactly what she asked for: death. A song of blood and violence. Her captors slaughtered, not with brutal efficiency, but as if he, and the vampires with him, were composing his greatest masterpiece. All for her. For his wounded little bird. For Wren. His pet. His. He could see it, the potential of vampire and fae together in perfect harmony. He only had to remake her as he had been remade, into something stronger. Unlock all that buried power. This world was not a place for fragile things. Noah knew that. Bleeding the hope from her was an act of devotion. Hope was the worst cage to be trapped in, and he freed her from it. Just as Magnus had freed him. Noah’s world brightened only to dim again at another betrayal. Worse than Locke’s, when Angel turned her back not just on their family, but on him. Broke the unspoken promise made in the womb that they would always have each other. There is nothing he won’t do to bring her back into the family. He sought out the first person to ever betray him like that; Lachlan Devlin.

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[HylianRose]

Silas Grey

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Silas Grey • Nickname(s) | Psyren, Psy, Grey, Ren • Age | Unknown, appears to be in his mid-20s • Gender | Male • Birthday | Unknown • Race | Vampire • Rank/Status | Blooded Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6'0 • Build | Tall and lanky • Eye Color | Silvery Green/Blue • Hair Color & Style | Naturally black, dyes it silver paired with whatever other color he's feeling that week • Skin Tone | Pale with faint freckles on his face. He typically hides them with makeup. • Notable Marks | Tattoos; Neck, wrist, torso, and back. Variety of styles, sizes, and such. Piercings; Ear (Many) and Snake Bites on his mouth. • Typical Clothing Style | He favors black as foundation, just never plain black.His jackets, usually leather biker cuts, are hand-painted, distressed, and customized by himself. Zippers, snaps, and buckles are everywhere, both functional and ornamental, clinking softly as he moves. He leans towards layered silhouettes, slim black, blood-red, deep purple, pastel pinks and grey splotches. His clothes look thrown together, but deliberate. ✦ 1. ✦ 2. ✦ 3. • Aura/First Impression | Silas is a mystery to many. Intensely charismatic, even without trying, he finds people being drawn to him, pulling people closer with little effort. On stage, he is magnetic. Off-stage, he is quiet and reserved. The lack of information about him leads to rumors and misinformation, none of which he bothers to correct. • Voice | Deep and sultry, Silas' voice is charming in an of itself. He is not much of a talker off-stage, but when he does it is relaxed and laid-back. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 4 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 3 • Romantic Preferences | People who match his energy • Current Romantic Interests | - • View on Forbidden Relationships | Apathy • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Vulnerability ✦ Passion ✦ Confidence • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ Control/Manipulation ✦ Cruelty ✦ Hypocrisy • Known Friends | N/A • Known Enemies | Magnus • Known Family | N/A

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Music ✦ Art ✦ Fashion • Likes | ✦ The Stage ✦ Performing ✦ Sleep • Dislikes | ✦ Dishonesty ✦ Silence ✦ Vegetables • Fears | ✦ Obscurity ✦ Condemnation ✦ Losing His Hearing • Habits | ✦ Tapping fingers as if playing piano ✦ Mouthing lyrics in his head ✦ biting at his snake bites • Vices | ✦ Avoidance ✦ Self-Destruction ✦ Alcohol/Tobacco Core Motivation Music. Personality Overview Silas Grey carries himself like a man who learned to survive by never standing still. Years on the street taught him to never stay put, emotionally or otherwise. His personality is sharpened by centuries of life, but dulled by lost memories. At his core, his is intensely charismatic, the kind of presence that pulls people closer without much effort. On stage, this manifests as raw magnetism and a voice that sounds like it's confessing sins no one asked to hear. Off stage, he is quieter, more reserved, and deeply observant. It's as if the world is something he prefers to observe before engaging. When he is comfortable with someone, he is more likely to speak, his countenance relaxed and friendly. Silas feels everything almost too sharply. It's why he pretends not to care. Detachment is an armor he can use. He shrugs off praise, deflects intimacy, and treats affection like a dangerous drug. Tempting, addicting, and best handled in moderation. Despite this, Silas is not cruel. He has a quiet moral code, one shaped less by laws and societal standards, and more by personal lines he refuses to cross. He despises exploitation, particularly of the vulnerable, and harbors a visceral hatred for abusers of power. He is protective in subtle ways. He stands between others and danger without comment, offering help framed as indifference, and vanishes before gratitude can be given. This is in stark contrast to his current position. Each small gig he runs, each experiment he is forced to assist in leaves a sour, copper taste in his mouth. His desperation had been used against him and the lines he has crossed can no longer be uncrossed. Still, he rebels in little ways. Romantically, Silas is elusive. He falls slowly, reluctantly, but once he does, it is with a depth that borders on dangerous devotion. He fears commitment as much as he craves it. Anyone who gets close enough can sense it. He listens too intently. Remembers details he pretends not to care about. He pulls away when things get too real. He sabotages and deflects, disappears into his work. He calls it protection, but it's just fear. He may have forgotten who he was, but what he is still remains. An artist who turns pain into sound and calls it music.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Lead Singer and Guitarist for AS ABOVE, SO BELOW • Level of Schooling | Unknown, at least GED equivalent • Past Occupations | Unknown • Socioeconomic Status | Wealthy, by any standard • History Summary | Silas' memory starts a relatively long time ago, by human standards. He woke up one day, dressed in rags and on the street, not a penny to his name and no recollection of who he was. He didn't even realize he was a vampire until his hunger first hit him. It came suddenly, a feeling in his gut that twisted and wretched, as if it might eat him from the inside out if he didn't do something about it. He stole food, drinks, anything, but nothing staved off the hunger. The smell of the humans that walked by him made his pulse race. His mind would go blank except for the sound of liquid pumping through their veins. One unlucky girl, stopped, concern written on her face, and offered him a few coin. This was when he snapped, he lunged for her, tugging her into the dark alley and feeding on her until there was no life left in her. When he finished, he looked down at the corpse and nearly wretched. It took several more years of fighting it for Silas to finally come to terms with who he was. By then, he had picked up a few things. A guitar and some more comfortable clothes. He found he had an innate talent for music, his fingers plucking chords with an ease he could only assume came from practice he couldn't remember. His music felt like an old friend, a comforting presence. His music also brought people to him and people meant food. He learned how to stay in the shadows, playing softly enough to lure in one human at a time. It was hard at first, but eventually he could get them to follow them deeper into dark alleys. And eventually, his music would placate them enough where he could feed quietly and without much resistance. It didn't always work the first few times and he killed more than he cared to admit those first few years, but it kept him fed and that was all he needed. One day, several years ago he was approached by a wealthy, and very dangerous man. He introduced himself to Silas as Magnus Corvane and offered him a very tempting deal. Play for him and he would ensure Silas' success. He would set up venues, give Silas a place to stay and record, give him a new name, give him everything he needed to lead a comfortable life. As much as it now pains Silas to admit, he accepted the offer with an eagerness that only rivaled a starving dog. He didn't bother to read the fine print. Not until it was too late. Magnus revealed several months later what his true plans for Silas were. Only after Silas' had had a taste of the life he craved. He became trapped, unable to leave and unwilling to part with his new life as Silas Grey. He was made to host venues, small, private and intimate, where he would play and use his Dominion to placate and allow Magnus' men to feed. It was all in the name of experimentation. Silas never really knew for what, but he had his guesses. Once a venue went so poorly that it ended in a violent bloodbath. Still covered in a wash of human blood, Silas was scolded violently. He was starved for a time and the next time he was called for a venue, there was a new band member, the prior having been replaced with sickening ease. She was a Fae, adept at Dreamweaving. She was going to help temper his powers.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Race info ▸ Vampires ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Turned • Blood Source Preference | Synthetic • Blood Addiction Risk (1-5) | 2 • View on Fae Blood Ban | Apathy • Views on Mortals | Innocent in all of this. • Views on Fae | Intriguing • Views on Lycan | Apathy Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Bad Omens - The Grey • Favorite Food | Pizza • Favorite Animal(s) | Cats • Favorite Music Genre | Classical/Celtic/Folk • Favorite Haunt | The Underground & The Rusty Halo • Signature Weapon | Music • Preferred Vices | Hard Liquor, Tobacco • Pet Peeve | Talking over music/movies/etc ✦ Clapping Off Beat ✦ Shitty Sound Systems ✦ Anyone touching his instruments without asking ✦ Lying for "his own good" • Guilty Pleasure | Trashy TV ✦ Someone Brushing/playing with his hair ✦ Soft Intimacy ✦ Sleeping Late ✦ Moments of Silence ............................................................ Come throw your heart into the waves Your soul is lost, and still it saves Drink in me and come undone Trade a thousand lives for one Come away, drink it in Drink and sink and let it end Drink and sink and let it end You are no more, you are no less For all must die, all must rest Bring your body unto me Let your graveyard be the sea Come away and drink it in Drink and sink and let it end Drink and sink and let it end - siren song by kiera cass

[Tae]

Maelis McGuinness

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Maelis McGuinness • Nickname(s) | Mae, Lissy, Echo (stage name) • Age | 210, but appears mid 20s • Gender | Female • Birthday | October 31st, 1815 • Race | Fae • Rank/Status | Bound Asset under Contract to Magnus Corvane Appearance __________________________________________________________ View Appearance • Height | 5'5 • Build | Slim and delicate at first glance, with quiet athleticism beneath; flexible, wiry strength rather than overt muscle • Eye Color | Soft luminous pink, unnatural and faintly reflective in low light • Hair Color & Style | Long, voluminous ivory-blonde curls, often worn loose that fall to her butt; on stage, styled wilder and darker with temporary dyes, leather wraps, or braided chains. Sometimes she'll add in some colors when she's feeling bold. • Skin Tone | Pale porcelain with warm undertones and a faint natural flush to her cheeks • Notable Marks | Pink eyes that subtly glow in dim light, faint scars on her wrist from being bound by iron, a brand mark between her shoulder blades. • Typical Clothing Style | Off Stage: Maelis favors comfort and quiet whimsy when she is not performing. Oversized knit sweaters, soft cardigans, loose long-sleeve tops, thigh-high socks, tights, and worn-in boots make up most of her off-stage wardrobe. Her clothes are practical, layered, and intentionally modest—chosen to feel safe, warm, and unobtrusive. Nothing restrictive. Nothing that draws attention unless she allows it. On Stage: On stage, her style shifts sharply into dark alt-rock aesthetics. Black dominates: fishnets, fitted tops, layered belts or harness details, distressed fabrics, and heavy combat boots. Her clothing becomes deliberate and severe, designed to command presence without softness. It contrasts starkly with her off-stage appearance, as if she steps into a different skin entirely when she performs. • Aura/First Impression | Maelis reminds people of still water: calm, thoughtful, and gentle in a way that can be misleading. Her presence is always restrained, as if she is holding something dangerous at bay. It’s a skill honed over two decades of servitude under a cruel Vampire master. She never demands attention; instead, people find themselves drawn to her in a quiet, uneasy way. Others act unusually careful around her, though they can’t explain why. There’s a gravity to her stillness, an unsettling edge beneath the tranquility, as if she is measuring everything and everyone. Her gaze lingers a little too long, sharp and calculating, as if she is memorizing the person in front of her for reasons unknown. Under her gentle appearance, there is a quiet tension, like someone who has survived by making herself invisible, yet is never truly powerless. Those who meet her eyes sense something fierce watching from behind them. She seems safe, but never completely harmless. • Voice | Low, smooth, and controlled — a soft mezzo-soprano with a faint Irish lilt, just enough to be noticed, especially when her emotions rise. Her accent lends a subtle musicality to her words, weaving warmth and mystery into every syllable. She speaks sparingly, but when she does, people listen. On stage, her voice transforms: haunting, intimate, threaded with emotion that crawls under the skin. It sounds like a confession whispered in the dark. Relationships __________________________________________________________ View Relationships • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 2 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 2 • Romantic Preferences | Drawn to serious, slow-burning relationships rooted in trust, emotional depth, and mutual respect. Casual intimacy holds little appeal, and she is deeply cautious of vulnerability. Attraction, once earned, is intense and unwavering. • Current Romantic Interests | None currently • View on Forbidden Relationships | Resigned pragmatism; feelings are luxuries, not rights • Biggest Turn-ons | Genuine Protectiveness ✦ Consistency ✦ Patience ✦ Trust ✦ Meeting her gaze and holding it ✦ Choosing her, not claiming her • Biggest Turn-offs | Entitlement ✦ Cruelty ✦ Manipulation ✦ Inconsistency ✦ People who expect obedience always ✦ Pity ✦ Talking down to her • Known Friends | N/A • Known Enemies | Magnus Corvane • Known Family | House of McGuinness

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | Songwriting ✦ Sketching memories she fears she might forget ✦ Reading ✦ Stargazing ✦ Dancing (most don’t know about this one) ✦ Guitar ✦ Fiddle ✦ Piano ✦ Hand-to-hand combat (not many know this either) • Likes | Rain at night ✦ Music ✦ Quiet spaces ✦ Soft textures ✦ Low lighting ✦ Cold nights and warm blankets ✦ Losing herself in rhythm and movement ✦ Dry dark humor • Dislikes | Being commanded ✦ Raised voices ✦ Being watched ✦ Excessive noise ✦ Smell of iron or dried blood ✦ Being told to “let it go” ✦ Questions she didn’t invite ✦ Needing help ✦ Feeling indebted • Fears | Losing autonomy ✦ Becoming numb ✦ Forgetting who she is ✦ The contract being permanent ✦ Being broken into obedience ✦ That freedom will fill empty once she finally has it • Habits | Observes silently before speaking ✦ Sleeps lightly ✦ Counts exits ✦ Singing softly to herself when doing other things ✦ Dissociates some when in stressful situations ✦ Accepts pain quietly, but resents pity deeply ✦ Refuses comfort she didn’t ask for • Vices | Alcohol ✦ Flirting with danger ✦ Self harm ✦ Neglecting her own needs ✦ Pushing people away that she wants near ✦ Smoking weed Core Motivation Survival and the quiet preservation of self. Maelis lives by one rule: “No one is coming to save you. Get up.” Everything she does is aimed at staying alive, staying useful, and staying unnoticed until the day she can finally be free. Personality Overview Maelis McGuiness is quiet, controlled, and always watching. She rarely speaks, but she is always present. Her stillness is intentional, a discipline she learned from experience: reacting brings punishment, but calm is hers to keep. When she does speak, her words are careful and measured, often hitting harder than people expect. She used to be vibrant—curious, outspoken, and bold enough to challenge authority without fear. That spark is not gone, just hidden. Sometimes, through music, movement, or dry humor, glimpses of her old self appear. These moments are brief and careful, as if she is testing whether the world is safe enough for her true self. Maelis is naturally blunt. As a fae who must tell the truth, she does not soften her honesty; instead, she sharpens it. She only answers what is asked, avoids what could be risky, and lets others reveal themselves. This restraint makes her hard to read and easy to underestimate, and she lets people think that. She has a quiet, unsettling intensity. When she senses guilt, dishonesty, or tension, she holds eye contact just long enough to make others uneasy. She does not accuse or question. She just watches. Most of the time, people end up confessing without knowing why. She lives by a survivor’s morality. Rules matter less to her than results. She does not want to be cruel, but she knows what is necessary. If she must choose between herself and someone else, she will pick herself and carry that burden quietly. She has compassion, but she protects it and only shows it when it is safe. Pride remains beneath her restraint. Maelis does not beg, plead, or lower herself, even when she is afraid. She endures, adapts, and remembers. When she submits, it is a choice, not true surrender. She survives by staying in control, not by obeying. Even though she is reserved, Maelis is not cold. She feels things deeply, sometimes too deeply, so she keeps her emotions under control. Attachment and desire are both dangerous, but she cannot get rid of them completely. When she lets herself care, it happens slowly, reluctantly, and with great depth. She does not believe anyone will come to save her. That belief has made her sharp and self-reliant. Still, in quiet moments, when music fills her or she moves with remembered rhythm, it is clear she has not given up hope. She has just learned to hide it where no one else can find it.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Guitarist & Backing Vocalist for AS ABOVE, SO BELOW • Level of Schooling | Privately educated among the Fae Courts • Past Occupations | House of Memory Archivist ✦ Musician/Performer ✦ Emotional Stabilization Asset • Socioeconomic Status | Currently property of Magnus Corvane • History Summary | Maelis McGuinness was born on October 31, 1815, into the House of Memory, a fae house focused not on keeping facts, but on the emotions that remain in memories. Joy faded by time. Grief that never quite goes away. Love that turns into longing instead of comfort. The House believed memory was shaped more by what the heart holds onto than by truth. Her family was just below the top ranks of the House, important enough to be noticed but never so powerful that they could not be challenged. Her mother, Aelith McGuinness, was a skilled empath and dreamweaver, known for her ability to sense lingering emotions. She focused on memories shaped by devotion, loss, and longing, and truly valued the importance of feeling. Aelith loved her daughter openly and sincerely, but fear often guided her more than her beliefs. When she faced hard choices, she stayed silent instead of resisting. Her father, Cormac McGuinness, was a different kind of fae. He was calculating and focused on politics. He saw emotion not as something sacred, but as a tool that could be shaped, redirected, or traded for safety. His influence in the House came from his readiness to make tough choices that others avoided. He believed survival was worth any price. Maelis grew up surrounded by other people’s memories. From a young age, she learned to sense the emotions left behind: grief that filled rooms, devotion that stayed with objects, and guilt hidden in words. Unlike many in her House, she did not get lost in these feelings. She learned early to hold back, to anchor emotions instead of taking them in, and to steady what might otherwise get out of control. When she was young, she was lively and bold. She was curious, direct, and quick to challenge authority, but even quicker to laugh. She questioned traditions, spoke her mind, and did not treat power with much respect. She discovered music during these years, first with the piano, then with the fiddle, and later with the guitar. Music was not a duty for her, but a way to find comfort. While memory magic needed control, music let her express herself. She played at small gatherings, salons, and rituals, often with dreamweavers or dancers. Her presence helped calm emotions and made things easier for others. People noticed her talent. As tensions grew between the fae courts and vampires, the House of Memory became vulnerable. Vampires wanted what the House could offer: emotional influence without open control, and compliance without using force. Secret deals were discussed behind closed doors. When Magnus Corvane made an offer to the House, Cormac McGuinness was the one who listened. They described the arrangement as protection. Magnus did not care about Maelis as a person, but saw her as a variable. He wanted to see how fae dreamweaving, especially emotional control and amplification, would work with vampire power. Could hunger be lessened? Could fear turn into calm? Could obedience happen without violence? Maelis’ magic made her the perfect subject for these tests. In return for binding Maelis, the House of Memory gained security, privacy, and favor. Cormac made sure his family was safe and improved his own position. Aelith said nothing against it. Maelis was bound by contract before she realized the true cost. The terms were clear, polished, and harsh, hiding ownership as duty and enforcing compliance through consequences instead of chains. Hidden in the contract was a small clause about intentional misuse of her glamour, meant to protect the House, not her. It was easy to miss. One day, it might become important. Her first years with Magnus were marked by quiet cruelty. There were no cells or chains. Instead, she was placed in private venues, controlled gatherings, and test environments where emotions were pushed to the edge. She was expected to keep rooms steady, filled with hunger, fear, desire, and desperation, and to hold everything together while staying untouched herself. She adapted fast. She learned that reacting brought punishment, that staying calm meant survival, and that endurance was safer than fighting back. Slowly, the lively girl she once was turned inward, not gone, but hidden. Her sharpness faded into stillness. She laughed less, and her silence became a choice. By the time she was sent to As Above, So Below, Maelis had already spent 20 years living under control without giving in. She knew what Magnus expected. She knew what failure would cost. She knew she was still his to command, still bound, and still watched. On stage, Maelis transforms into Echo. The quiet restraint she wears offstage falls away, revealing a magnetic, mesmerising presence that draws every eye. She becomes alluring and untouchable, her movements fluid and expressive, her music threaded with the wild, unguarded spirit she keeps hidden from her captors. When she plays, she is fearless—her glamour woven into each note, inviting longing, joy, and heartbreak in equal measure. The audience is spellbound, sensing the true power beneath her calm exterior. For a brief time, she is utterly herself: fierce, radiant, and impossible to ignore. Off stage, she is quiet, watchful, and careful. She trusts few people, especially vampires. She knows she is still owned, only borrowed, not free. But she does not forget. And in the House of Memory, remembrance has always been dangerous.

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[MaeB]

Sienna

๑ Sienna Blackland ๑

Basic Information

๑ Name | Sienna Blackland

๑ Nickname | No one’s ever gotten close enough…

๑ Age | 31

๑ Gender | Female

๑ Birthday | 27th November 1994

๑ Race | Human / Warden

๑ Rank / Status | Field Warden

Appearance

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๑ Height | 5ft8

๑ Build | “Sleeper Build” - Muscular. Toned. Her biceps and trap muscles are noticeable features.

๑ Eye Colour | Teal

๑ Hair Colour & Style | White Blonde & Naturally Wavy. Often worn in a practical pleat or beneath a wide-brimmed hat.

๑ Skin Tone | Fair

๑ Notable Marks | Leather Eye Patch - Sienna lost her right eye in the early stages of Initiation @ The Bastion. Many don’t graduate Initiation; Sienna nearly didn’t. It’s a story she refuses to retell or relive. Her body language is often positioned to conceal the patch, she hates to appear weak.

Tattoos - The Warden is covered in various ink spanning from her jugular to her ankles. There is no real story or profound meaning behind the body art. She simply prefers the way her body looks when decorated.

๑ Typical Clothing Style | A wide-brimmed, well-worn leather hat. A lightly armoured, fitted short-sleeve black shirt. Tight, protective leather trousers. Often sporting a dramatic-collared leather trench with a belt to cinch at the waist. Sienna’s typical style is best summarised as “Pirate Biker Chick.”

๑ Aura / First Impression | Dark & Brooding

๑ Voice | Speaks with a vocal fry. Deeply melodic.

Relationships

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๑ Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 3/5

๑ Openness to Romance (1-5) | 3/5

๑ Romantic Preferences | A commitment phobe, Sienna has left a long string of disgruntled women in her wake. She has no hardships with seduction and she enjoys the thrill of the chase. But Work comes first. The Order is her first and last love; No woman can compete and not for lack of trying.

๑ View on Forbidden Romance | Whilst the Order favours discipline and self-control, Sienna does have a toxic streak. If she were ever to grow tired of meaningless flings, she may entertain the idea of a Forbidden Romance. Perhaps that’s the secret sauce to convince her a committed relationship doesn’t have to be boring. And a shot of adrenaline whilst she’s at it.

๑ Biggest Turn-Ons | Divine femininity, Strong sense of Self-Worth, A smart mouth, Tactility, Pretty Bitches

๑ Biggest Turn-Offs | PDA, Codependence, Lack of Discipline, Gossip

๑ Known Enemies | Lorla Wick - The fellow Initiate that took her eye in training (who consequently failed to Graduate and hasn’t been heard from since, mysteriously)

๑ Known Family | Mother & Father - Elias & Vanessa Blackland (Deceased)
Her Uncle Jackal Shore (a reputable ex-Warden)

Background

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๑ Current Occupation | Warden

๑ Level of Schooling | High School Dropout turned Bastion Attendee

๑ Socioeconomic Status | Prolific Bounty Hunter

๑ History Summary | Sienna was a Bastion Model Student. But she hadn’t always been built for systemic exposure. The typical school system was not accommodating to minds like hers; Minds that wandered, thought deeply and at a rapid rate. An attention span that, when left unguided, would flit fleetingly from one idea to the next. She showed promise and intelligence, that much was clear. But her inability to focus her energy was Sienna’s ultimate downfall.

That is when her Uncle pointed her in the Warden’s direction. Under their wing, she learnt discipline, fiercely. Sienna had something she could blindly commit to, unlike in her personal life, and a fight for a cause she believed in. Valuing balance and order, Sienna thrived within the ranks and quickly gained the respect and favour of her fellow Wardens.

Entering The Field was where this Warden truly excelled. Her insatiable appetite for weapons and combat training paid off when she began to accept hits as a Bounty Hunter. Operating solo was always preferred, she worked best as a Lone Wolf, though occasionally she was deployed with other Wardens for larger scale assignments. It’s not that she couldn’t work as a team. No, the Bastion would never allow a Warden incapable of working cohesively. But solo hits meant that she only had her ass to worry about. And if there was one person who always had Sienna’s back? It was Sienna.

The Lone Wolf life has, of late, become increasingly lonely. Whilst Sienna values silence and her independence, the nights feel longer and somewhat colder of late as she rides her Harley through Halcyon. (There’s something about the way her whole body sets alight when she aggressively twists the throttle…) It’s not that she’s been closed off to the prospects of friends or relationships, it’s just the Work takes priority. There really isn’t much room for romance or platonics between inhaling Dust and burying Bloodrune Blades in bellies.