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Nikita "Nikki" Irene Yankovsky
| D A T E O F B I R T H |
September 22, 1994
| G E N D E R |
Female
| S E X U A L I T Y |
Pansexual
| O C C U P A T I O N |
Police Officer specializing in undercover investigations
Ex-Adult Film Actress (18-21)
Ex-Adult Film Actress (18-21)
| I N - D E P T H A P P E A R A N CE |
At least a paragraph, detailing your character’s appearance. Go into detail with clothing style, scars, posture, voice too, if you're keen!
| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
♦ Quiet ♦ Independent ♦ Apathetic ♦ Observant ♦
There is a certain air about Nikita, an aura of carefree attitude and sarcasm that simmers on the front, ready to lash out. Many perceive her as one of those rebels; the kind who obnoxiously shout their opinions and make their thoughts known, the type that are easily provoked and jump at every chance to fight someone. But Nikita was never like that, far from it.
The truth of Nikita is that she’s quiet. She could go days without talking and still be perfectly content. When speaking, her words are decided upon deliberately, and every sentence and coherent thought spoken aloud has a certain amount of thought and weight placed on it. She hides her true feelings and thoughts behind a wall of iron and steel, her emotions imperceptible to those around her unless she specifically elaborates to others – which is a rare occasion in itself. Nikita hates the feeling of being vulnerable; she hates being at the mercy and pity of others, relying on someone else to help her, and perhaps this is why she refuses to divulge her problems when she has them. Instead of asking for help, Nikita would rather die because she couldn’t help herself than have to rely on the kindness of a friend or stranger. Because of her closed off nature, Nikita is a little bit of a loner. Not to say she doesn’t have friends, because Nikita has an abundance of too-loud friends that she drinks, parties, sleeps with on a daily basis but even with them, Nikita is an outsider. She laughs with them and reminisces, but they never ask her questions about her past or present, or how she feels – it’s just as she likes it. When it comes to her friends, they are in a sphere of just them, and everything on the outside doesn’t matter, not their work or failing relationships or mistakes.
Nikita doesn’t like others help, she doesn’t like the burden of owing others and she hates the weight that dependency lies on her shoulders. If she wants something, Nikita is determined to get it herself through her own means. As such, independence is an important aspect of her life and Nikita would rather die than be trapped in a dependent relationship of sorts – whether it’s platonic, romantic, or toxic. Therefore, Nikita has a tendency to hold others at arm length rather than embracing a friendship or relationship, leading to Nikita’s relationships with family, friends, and significant others being rather difficult and ultimately failing.
As a general rule of thumb, if you want to assume something about Nikita, assume she doesn’t care. Nikita finds it hard to care about anything and finds generally everything pointless. Her apathetic carelessness often leads to her hurting others, making mistakes, and pissing everybody off. When Nikita became a cop, she didn’t become a cop in order to protect others, but rather it was a steady source of income and she was good at it. She tends to not pay much mind to things that don’t directly involve her and in moments in which bad things do happen to her, Nikita simply shrugs it off.
Being a rather quiet person who tends to keep to herself as well as an undercover cop, Nikita has become really good at reading others’ body language. This, of course, does not mean she knows exactly what other people are thinking – that’s impossible – but Nikita is rather good at picking up social queues and picking up when others aren’t acting like themselves or are being suspicious. Furthermore, Nikita has a lot of patience and is willing to wait for others to come to her when they want to talk rather than force it out of them. She prefers subtlety that way, and keeps secrets rather well, though most of the time she does so out of the pretense that it is none of her goddamn business rather than because she cares or feels obligated to.
The truth of Nikita is that she’s quiet. She could go days without talking and still be perfectly content. When speaking, her words are decided upon deliberately, and every sentence and coherent thought spoken aloud has a certain amount of thought and weight placed on it. She hides her true feelings and thoughts behind a wall of iron and steel, her emotions imperceptible to those around her unless she specifically elaborates to others – which is a rare occasion in itself. Nikita hates the feeling of being vulnerable; she hates being at the mercy and pity of others, relying on someone else to help her, and perhaps this is why she refuses to divulge her problems when she has them. Instead of asking for help, Nikita would rather die because she couldn’t help herself than have to rely on the kindness of a friend or stranger. Because of her closed off nature, Nikita is a little bit of a loner. Not to say she doesn’t have friends, because Nikita has an abundance of too-loud friends that she drinks, parties, sleeps with on a daily basis but even with them, Nikita is an outsider. She laughs with them and reminisces, but they never ask her questions about her past or present, or how she feels – it’s just as she likes it. When it comes to her friends, they are in a sphere of just them, and everything on the outside doesn’t matter, not their work or failing relationships or mistakes.
Nikita doesn’t like others help, she doesn’t like the burden of owing others and she hates the weight that dependency lies on her shoulders. If she wants something, Nikita is determined to get it herself through her own means. As such, independence is an important aspect of her life and Nikita would rather die than be trapped in a dependent relationship of sorts – whether it’s platonic, romantic, or toxic. Therefore, Nikita has a tendency to hold others at arm length rather than embracing a friendship or relationship, leading to Nikita’s relationships with family, friends, and significant others being rather difficult and ultimately failing.
As a general rule of thumb, if you want to assume something about Nikita, assume she doesn’t care. Nikita finds it hard to care about anything and finds generally everything pointless. Her apathetic carelessness often leads to her hurting others, making mistakes, and pissing everybody off. When Nikita became a cop, she didn’t become a cop in order to protect others, but rather it was a steady source of income and she was good at it. She tends to not pay much mind to things that don’t directly involve her and in moments in which bad things do happen to her, Nikita simply shrugs it off.
Being a rather quiet person who tends to keep to herself as well as an undercover cop, Nikita has become really good at reading others’ body language. This, of course, does not mean she knows exactly what other people are thinking – that’s impossible – but Nikita is rather good at picking up social queues and picking up when others aren’t acting like themselves or are being suspicious. Furthermore, Nikita has a lot of patience and is willing to wait for others to come to her when they want to talk rather than force it out of them. She prefers subtlety that way, and keeps secrets rather well, though most of the time she does so out of the pretense that it is none of her goddamn business rather than because she cares or feels obligated to.
| L I K E S & D I S L I K E S |
✔At least seven likes.
✘At least seven dislikes.
✘At least seven dislikes.
| H I S T O R Y |
For the ancient sort, abbreviated as much as you like. Generally only need two paragraphs here: perhaps how they were changed into a supernatural creature (if applicable)/early life as one, and how they have reacted so far to the outing of their kind. Everything more is sweet, delicious icing.
| F A M I L Y |
||Nadia Ackermann | 26 | Twin Sister|| - Nikita's long lost twin sister. Nadia found it odd when she saw her face in her then-boyfriend's newly bought adult film. After a little bit of digging, they made contact. While Nadia adores Nikita and wants to get closer to her, Nikita mostly ignores her sister's presence with the occasional birthday card a few days late. Nikita thinks of Nadia as a little bit of a dumb bimbo, with her dyed blonde hair and her love for acronyms, but Nadia is intelligent in her own way.
||Valentina Yankovsky | Unknown | Mother|| - Nikita's succubus mother. Nikita was raised by her mother, though they had a strained relationship. It's not so because they were different or that they didn't like each other, but mostly because they were both very private people and would not often share personal things with each other. When Nikita was in her tweens, Valentina saw her fit to become independent and would often leave for months at a time - even for a whole year, once. Nikita never blamed or held it over her mother's head, because she understood Valentina's need for adventure and for a life on the edge. However, with the news of a twin sister she never heard of, their relationship has been tenser than usual.
||Valentina Yankovsky | Unknown | Mother|| - Nikita's succubus mother. Nikita was raised by her mother, though they had a strained relationship. It's not so because they were different or that they didn't like each other, but mostly because they were both very private people and would not often share personal things with each other. When Nikita was in her tweens, Valentina saw her fit to become independent and would often leave for months at a time - even for a whole year, once. Nikita never blamed or held it over her mother's head, because she understood Valentina's need for adventure and for a life on the edge. However, with the news of a twin sister she never heard of, their relationship has been tenser than usual.
| S T R E N G T H S |
- Observant
- Seductive
- Patient
| W E A K N E S S E S |
- Apathetic
- Withdrawn
- Sex-Driven
| T H E M E S O N G |
Hurricane – Halsey
"I'm a wanderess
I'm a one night stand
Don't belong to no city
Don't belong to no man
I'm the violence in the pouring rain
I'm a hurricane”
"I'm a wanderess
I'm a one night stand
Don't belong to no city
Don't belong to no man
I'm the violence in the pouring rain
I'm a hurricane”
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Might just join this actually, would something like a Vampire/Daemon under some sort of pact be okay? Would anyone want to act as the master/summoner of the pact?
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Might just join this actually, would something like a Vampire/Daemon under some sort of pact be okay? Would anyone want to act as the master/summoner of the pact?
this is nothing to do with Black Butler, I swear x.x
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Eve Lumière.
Demon | Asmodeus | Lust
Demon | Asmodeus | Lust
Basic Information
| Name |
Evelyn De Les Beauchamp et Lumière - Eve
| Date of Birth |
1923
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Is a Lust demon
| Occupation |
Eve tends bar.
| In-Depth Appearance |
Listening to Eve’s voice triggers similar in one’s mind to sitting in a warm bath after a long day sipping on expensive wine that you didn’t have to buy. It is alluring, relaxing and most of all French. She carries a confident posture, often leaning in towards others or making prolonged eye contact. She tends to arch her back when she walks as instructed by her mother and most feminine figures in her life. She has learned to perform small things that make people like her, laugh at their jokes, touch their leg, give in to their poor sense of humour, even complimenting them on their forced fashion. It’s one of the reasons he is such a talented bartender.
Eve typically wears a nice clothing, whether that be designer or otherwise. She can be seen typically lounging in a dress shirt and either shorts or her underwear and likes to wear a nice sundress when going on walks. To work she’ll typically wear a tanktop and a pair of jeans and if she is going out somewhere nice it’s a little black dress. Though she has been seen in a leather jacket from time to time it’s irregularly worn at best.
Eve some scars and notable markings. Firstly she has some deep scaring on the small of her back from an incident in which she attempted to raise herself higher in stature among another demon. It didn’t work out. She also has very light scars covering random portions of her body from rather extraneous nights in which she managed to live up to her livelihood as a demon.
Eve typically wears her hair down, though she has been known to sloppily place it into a messy bun when she is bored, nervous or anxious – it’s a form of fidgeting, though it is much more likely to be the former.
Eve typically wears a nice clothing, whether that be designer or otherwise. She can be seen typically lounging in a dress shirt and either shorts or her underwear and likes to wear a nice sundress when going on walks. To work she’ll typically wear a tanktop and a pair of jeans and if she is going out somewhere nice it’s a little black dress. Though she has been seen in a leather jacket from time to time it’s irregularly worn at best.
Eve some scars and notable markings. Firstly she has some deep scaring on the small of her back from an incident in which she attempted to raise herself higher in stature among another demon. It didn’t work out. She also has very light scars covering random portions of her body from rather extraneous nights in which she managed to live up to her livelihood as a demon.
Eve typically wears her hair down, though she has been known to sloppily place it into a messy bun when she is bored, nervous or anxious – it’s a form of fidgeting, though it is much more likely to be the former.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Confident ♦ Opinionated ♦ Aggressive ♦ Laid Back ♦
At her worst, Eve is an aggressive, slightly sociopathic alcoholic. At her best, she’s rather laid back confident in herself and rather accepting of others. As a Asmodeus demon Eve has found herself attracted to most people. Because of this she consistently finds herself looking at the best parts in others. However, when turned away, denied or persecuted by her peers she finds herself much more emotional than one typically would be, personally offended without a doubt. One thing eve is notable for is having a hard time keeping committed in a relationship. As a lust demon Eve has a certain amount of satiation she attempts to find in her life, because of this she is consistently unsatisfied. However the idea of a lust demon simply lusting after sex is a stereotype older than the old Demon’s themselves – as such simply being adventurous and drinking does seem to satisfy her lust to an extent. This is how she attempts to balance herself.
Eve – while easily offended is incredibly laid back until she becomes so. She doesn’t care about rescheduling, and when someone is being honest with her she is happy to oblige them. She has been regarded by other demons as uncomfortably nice, which she takes as a compliment most of the time. However, among other demons Eve finds herself without as much of a filter as she usually keeps up around others. As a much younger demon than some, Eve is regularly finding herself attempting to go at her own pace – very wary of the idea that she could blow herself over at any moment attempting to catch up with other demons.
Eve finds herself most attracted to those who are confident in their own skin. However, Eve tends to mind the line between confident and cocky although she crosses that line daily. She looks for those who show her something new, something different. When she was travelling in Canada in her earlier life as a demon she met a wide variety of people and made them close friends, as such she isn't typically impressed by bravado and pick up lines. For a lust demon - Eve shows a rather incredibly amount of restraint in almost all things. However, she is quite susceptible to temptation due to who/what she is.
Eve – while easily offended is incredibly laid back until she becomes so. She doesn’t care about rescheduling, and when someone is being honest with her she is happy to oblige them. She has been regarded by other demons as uncomfortably nice, which she takes as a compliment most of the time. However, among other demons Eve finds herself without as much of a filter as she usually keeps up around others. As a much younger demon than some, Eve is regularly finding herself attempting to go at her own pace – very wary of the idea that she could blow herself over at any moment attempting to catch up with other demons.
Eve finds herself most attracted to those who are confident in their own skin. However, Eve tends to mind the line between confident and cocky although she crosses that line daily. She looks for those who show her something new, something different. When she was travelling in Canada in her earlier life as a demon she met a wide variety of people and made them close friends, as such she isn't typically impressed by bravado and pick up lines. For a lust demon - Eve shows a rather incredibly amount of restraint in almost all things. However, she is quite susceptible to temptation due to who/what she is.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ French anything (even fries!)
✔ Romance – when done correctly
✔ Spicy foods
✔ Dramatic films
✔ Any show of real talent
✔ Attractive people
✔ Confident people
✔ Funny people
✔ People
✔ Birds
✘Fakeness
✘Lies
✘Bland food
✘Bad Jokes
✘Puns (with the fury of 10000 suns)
✘Films with poor writing/plot
✘Country music
✔ Romance – when done correctly
✔ Spicy foods
✔ Dramatic films
✔ Any show of real talent
✔ Attractive people
✔ Confident people
✔ Funny people
✔ People
✔ Birds
✘Fakeness
✘Lies
✘Bland food
✘Bad Jokes
✘Puns (with the fury of 10000 suns)
✘Films with poor writing/plot
✘Country music
| History |
Until the age end of World War 2 Eve believed she was born to a rather modest family in Marseilles, France. She had three sisters and two brothers, they were a family. Her father - somewhat ironically a father at their church, her mother a housewife and an artist. While their family was raised in somewhat less than reasonable conditions, Even affectionately remembered her mother teaching her and her sisters how to eat as if they were dining with royalty. How to speak, sit, walk, and talk. As such she has her mother to blame for her somewhat noble demeanor.
When World War 2 began, it was a just cause. Every young man in Marseille wanted to join the war and her brothers did. They prayed for each of them every time they sat to ate, sleep or found a silence hanging in the main room. However, the war seemingly became unjustified after not too long. When France began to lose, when they realized that they were what stood between Britain and Germany, every day felt like the second hand on a timepiece steadily counting down the hour of freedom they held. They were many more hanging silences then.
In November of 1942, Marseille was officially occupied by Germany. Every time Eve would walk near the window her father would clutch a rosary, commonly her and her sisters hid in the basement, their photographs burned when the Germans occupied. If the Nazi's were asking, Eve's mother was fertile. It took a couple months for Eve's family to receive notice of their son passing away. The German's found new ways to punish Eve's father that night, when they discovered his children.
It wasn't until August 28th in 1944 that Eve would discover that the small hamlet she took pleasure in was not her own. She had always known she was different. In classes, boys didn't bully her, she was stronger than most girls, she got her way more often. But August 28th was still... Unexpected.
Eve went to a bar. Marseille was told that Germany was to leave the next morning. She was 22, she needed a drink after what could only be described as the slowest years of her life. She arrived at the bar and there lay in waiting two German officers. They threatened her, complained that they hadn't seen her in two full years of occupation, promised her a night she would never forget. Truth be told, it wasn't problematic to her that she killed them. The real problem lay upon the blame that would fall on her parents. She only truly felt for them. She stayed out that night.
The next morning a man, or something resembling a man, dressed in the garb of a Canadian soldier saw what she had done. She remembered he stood in front of her for a long while without uttering a word. He nodded once - shook his head another time but continued to stare at her bleakly looking up at him covered in blood. Finally when he opened his mouth he told her he could teach her, about herself, about her abilities, what made her different. By noon she had donned a nurse's outfit and hopped on a boat.
For the next three decades she lived in Lake Louise, Alberta. Learning English and Quebecois, learning to fit in with the everyday person. She had to learn how to fit in with people because the revelation that she was a lust demon came as... A bit of a shock. She found that the knowledge of who and what she was seemed to 'activate' that side of her. She found herself drawn to people like she had never felt before, she found herself staring at the bottom of a bottle much more commonly than she ever had. It didn't take long for her to end up in a 24A Faraday Heights. Tending bar and... Well she's been taking it easy.
When World War 2 began, it was a just cause. Every young man in Marseille wanted to join the war and her brothers did. They prayed for each of them every time they sat to ate, sleep or found a silence hanging in the main room. However, the war seemingly became unjustified after not too long. When France began to lose, when they realized that they were what stood between Britain and Germany, every day felt like the second hand on a timepiece steadily counting down the hour of freedom they held. They were many more hanging silences then.
In November of 1942, Marseille was officially occupied by Germany. Every time Eve would walk near the window her father would clutch a rosary, commonly her and her sisters hid in the basement, their photographs burned when the Germans occupied. If the Nazi's were asking, Eve's mother was fertile. It took a couple months for Eve's family to receive notice of their son passing away. The German's found new ways to punish Eve's father that night, when they discovered his children.
It wasn't until August 28th in 1944 that Eve would discover that the small hamlet she took pleasure in was not her own. She had always known she was different. In classes, boys didn't bully her, she was stronger than most girls, she got her way more often. But August 28th was still... Unexpected.
Eve went to a bar. Marseille was told that Germany was to leave the next morning. She was 22, she needed a drink after what could only be described as the slowest years of her life. She arrived at the bar and there lay in waiting two German officers. They threatened her, complained that they hadn't seen her in two full years of occupation, promised her a night she would never forget. Truth be told, it wasn't problematic to her that she killed them. The real problem lay upon the blame that would fall on her parents. She only truly felt for them. She stayed out that night.
The next morning a man, or something resembling a man, dressed in the garb of a Canadian soldier saw what she had done. She remembered he stood in front of her for a long while without uttering a word. He nodded once - shook his head another time but continued to stare at her bleakly looking up at him covered in blood. Finally when he opened his mouth he told her he could teach her, about herself, about her abilities, what made her different. By noon she had donned a nurse's outfit and hopped on a boat.
For the next three decades she lived in Lake Louise, Alberta. Learning English and Quebecois, learning to fit in with the everyday person. She had to learn how to fit in with people because the revelation that she was a lust demon came as... A bit of a shock. She found that the knowledge of who and what she was seemed to 'activate' that side of her. She found herself drawn to people like she had never felt before, she found herself staring at the bottom of a bottle much more commonly than she ever had. It didn't take long for her to end up in a 24A Faraday Heights. Tending bar and... Well she's been taking it easy.
| Family |
Her family is long dead, and she is unaware of her demonic lineage.
| Strengths |
- Bilingual (French and English)
- Very good vocalist
- Very good (Almost demonically so) at convincing people to do things. The more likely they were to do it before, the more likely she is successful.
| Weaknesses |
- Emotional
- Cocky
- Unstable
The Other
| Theme Song |
"Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley, Covered by Daniela Andrade.
”Who do you think you are,
Ha ha ha bless your soul
You really think you're in control.”
”Who do you think you are,
Ha ha ha bless your soul
You really think you're in control.”
| House Number |
Faraday Heights 24A (If I've got that right ?.?)
| Extra Information |
My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done
I'm not too sure I got the housing part right. But if I did, and I read the whole: let's force character interaction thing correctly, I should be flatmates with Blake I believe? (Haven't read her CS yet - just saw the housing segment). But if I got it wrong - shoot me down and let me know. Otherwise any other issues contact me here or you can add me on Skype!
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| Date of Birth |
| Gender |
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| Occupation |
Mariska performs as a lounge singer at nighttime establishments, though she does take bookings for events and parties and the like. She describes her style as 'neo jazz fusion' but to anyone off the street she's a jazz singer who doesn't just croon but adds a bit of a poppy bend to the performances.
| In-Depth Appearance |
| Personality |
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Mariska Costas
Nymph || Ondine
Nymph || Ondine
Basic Information
| Name |
Mariska Costas
| Date of Birth |
August 14, Year Unknown
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bisexual
| Occupation |
Vocal Professional, which is a fancy way of saying Singer
Mariska performs as a lounge singer at nighttime establishments, though she does take bookings for events and parties and the like. She describes her style as 'neo jazz fusion' but to anyone off the street she's a jazz singer who doesn't just croon but adds a bit of a poppy bend to the performances.
| In-Depth Appearance |
For someone that has lost count of her age, most people not in the know wouldn't say Mariska was a day over thirty, and that was if they were being kind; they always were being kind. Mariska does not cut a striking figure on or off the stage, she's not exactly tall, coming in at just about five foot six inches flat, nor is she particularly curvaceous. Hers is a more...elegant sort of affair, or her own take on the term that's long since lost its meaning.
When not under the burning heat of the spotlight and the sizzling gaze of a captive audience, Mariska's sense of style is a playfully casual sort of formal. Rare is the time when Mariska isn't at least in a button down top or slacks though on a particularly warm or springy sort of day, a modest sundress with spring, blue colors is more in her wheelhouse. Unless covered by a hat - as is the case enough to warrant a mention - Mariska's hair is on full display. Midnight dark and styled to be as short as possible, the close crop style is her bread and butter look and never, NEVER, does she leave without her hair being properly straightened.
When on stage and performing it's always dresses, no exception, and each of them tailored in such a way as to show off just enough leg to capture initial attention while her voice does the rest. She tends to favor blue or white dresses that, when caught in the light during a high note, wow with a literal shine. It's all in the presentation after all.
Her voice depends on when you catch her. On stage, when singing, it's got a husky lilt to it, fitting for one that hung around people smoking their cigarettes and drinking their booze in dimly lit clubs. Normally, in the day to day, the lilt is gone but the husk remains, albeit sounding a bit more raspy than overtly sensual.
When not under the burning heat of the spotlight and the sizzling gaze of a captive audience, Mariska's sense of style is a playfully casual sort of formal. Rare is the time when Mariska isn't at least in a button down top or slacks though on a particularly warm or springy sort of day, a modest sundress with spring, blue colors is more in her wheelhouse. Unless covered by a hat - as is the case enough to warrant a mention - Mariska's hair is on full display. Midnight dark and styled to be as short as possible, the close crop style is her bread and butter look and never, NEVER, does she leave without her hair being properly straightened.
When on stage and performing it's always dresses, no exception, and each of them tailored in such a way as to show off just enough leg to capture initial attention while her voice does the rest. She tends to favor blue or white dresses that, when caught in the light during a high note, wow with a literal shine. It's all in the presentation after all.
Her voice depends on when you catch her. On stage, when singing, it's got a husky lilt to it, fitting for one that hung around people smoking their cigarettes and drinking their booze in dimly lit clubs. Normally, in the day to day, the lilt is gone but the husk remains, albeit sounding a bit more raspy than overtly sensual.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Sensuous ♦ Exasperated ♦ Bohemian ♦ Hopelessly Romantic ♦
At some point, singing songs about unrequited love or deeply passionate one time flings becomes a matter of art imitating life and with Mariska that point has long since passed. Mariska doesn't crave attention, she craves affection and does not make any effort to hide that fact. From the tones of her voice to a carefully delivered smile and wink, it's all part of the ruse to make sure that those who see her are thinking more than just how lovely her singing voice is.
A long lived life does have its downsides, and though Mariska desires and demands affection she knows, or believes anyway, that it's all superficial, that such a thing as romance doesn't exist when it comes to her. Other people might know the joy of love and true romance, but Mariska doesn't share in that belief, both because of her relations with the ordinary humans that populate the land and due to the fact that none of her flings have amounted to anything other than that. She knows that humans are not a long lived sort and with the cost of truly loving her entails, it's far easier to simply get caught up in the fantasy of romance and love rather than seek it out herself.
Being an entertainer by trade, Mariska fashions herself as something of a renaissance woman, likening herself to those classic starlets of an era gone by. She doesn't quite live up to those fantastical ideals, what with not exactly being the most well spoken or eloquent despite what her manner of dress would have one believe. It's a balancing act with Mariska. She walks the fine line between being the ideal classy fantasy and the bitter reality that she's hovering just above being a bitter, forgotten old woman.
A long lived life does have its downsides, and though Mariska desires and demands affection she knows, or believes anyway, that it's all superficial, that such a thing as romance doesn't exist when it comes to her. Other people might know the joy of love and true romance, but Mariska doesn't share in that belief, both because of her relations with the ordinary humans that populate the land and due to the fact that none of her flings have amounted to anything other than that. She knows that humans are not a long lived sort and with the cost of truly loving her entails, it's far easier to simply get caught up in the fantasy of romance and love rather than seek it out herself.
Being an entertainer by trade, Mariska fashions herself as something of a renaissance woman, likening herself to those classic starlets of an era gone by. She doesn't quite live up to those fantastical ideals, what with not exactly being the most well spoken or eloquent despite what her manner of dress would have one believe. It's a balancing act with Mariska. She walks the fine line between being the ideal classy fantasy and the bitter reality that she's hovering just above being a bitter, forgotten old woman.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Romantic movies and stories, not comedies - romance can be humorous but it's no comedy
✔ Crisp, cold, non bottled water, ideally from a spring or brook
✔ The outdated ideal of chivalry, without the negative connotations the modern sort spins on it
✔Sweets, but not chocolates. Chocolates are boring.
✔Art, particularly paintings. Especially paintings, actually.
✔Music, hearing, writing, singing, whatever. It soothed the savage beast for a reason.
✔Seafood, and not just the aphrodisiac shellfish variety.
✔Rainy days, the rainier the better
✘When they say they'll stay in touch and it's a bold faced lie
✘Anyone whose opinion on any topic is a resounding 'it's okay'
✘Boorish individuals, which often includes herself
✘Cheats, and not in the swindler, con artist sort of the word
✘Carbonated beverages; why drink that sugary swill when there's a far more refreshing alternative
✘Overly warm weather, summer is dreadful
✘Those that do not care about cleanliness
✔ Crisp, cold, non bottled water, ideally from a spring or brook
✔ The outdated ideal of chivalry, without the negative connotations the modern sort spins on it
✔Sweets, but not chocolates. Chocolates are boring.
✔Art, particularly paintings. Especially paintings, actually.
✔Music, hearing, writing, singing, whatever. It soothed the savage beast for a reason.
✔Seafood, and not just the aphrodisiac shellfish variety.
✔Rainy days, the rainier the better
✘When they say they'll stay in touch and it's a bold faced lie
✘Anyone whose opinion on any topic is a resounding 'it's okay'
✘Boorish individuals, which often includes herself
✘Cheats, and not in the swindler, con artist sort of the word
✘Carbonated beverages; why drink that sugary swill when there's a far more refreshing alternative
✘Overly warm weather, summer is dreadful
✘Those that do not care about cleanliness
| History |
Mariska's obsession with love and affection isn't just because of her long life of singing about that which she can only romanticize, it's burned deep into what she as. As an undine she's drawn to romance, to love and being loved in kind; however falling in love with a human and entering into that sacred bond known as marriage is nothing short of a hurdle. She maintains her younger appearance so long as she doesn't enter into matrimony or carry a child; doing either begins her aging. And after years of seeing men and women go behind the back of their spouse for someone younger, the fact that her aging is tied to those basic human desires is what has her simply fantasizing about true love. Mariska fails to mention that one unfaithful to her meets a rather grim fate because she doesn't wish to frighten someone into being faithful. That's not how love works.
Mariska had been singing for as long as she remembers. It just seemed the natural thing to do; she came into the world with a song on her lips and when such a day comes when she leaves the world...she'll likely do it with a melody. She's been exposed to decades of human entertainment, from the classical pieces composed by the hard of hearing and the young, to the sweeping operatic movements, and even through that terrible period where everyone wore flannel and made noise the mainstream. Mariska became quite taken with what was known in the western world as the Roaring Twenties, mainly for their style and their song...less so their seedier and scuzzier elements. But then, every era has its black spots.
She was always fortunate to not exhibit any overtly supernatural qualities - the people enthralled by her singing was easily written off as people just being fans - but because of the simple fact that her aging is monumentally slower she never liked staying in one place for too long. Changing identities was simple enough when you outlived people frequently, and living the bohemian, vagabond life had its own charms...such as never being without a topic of conversation at galas.
Mariska would like to be more known for her music, a record deal, awards, adoring fans and the like, but the problem with fame is that it puts you under the spotlight and how could she explain looking the same in, say, 1950 as she did in 2015? But now that the secret is out, perhaps steps could be made to ensure that Mariska Costas is a more widely known name.
Mariska had been singing for as long as she remembers. It just seemed the natural thing to do; she came into the world with a song on her lips and when such a day comes when she leaves the world...she'll likely do it with a melody. She's been exposed to decades of human entertainment, from the classical pieces composed by the hard of hearing and the young, to the sweeping operatic movements, and even through that terrible period where everyone wore flannel and made noise the mainstream. Mariska became quite taken with what was known in the western world as the Roaring Twenties, mainly for their style and their song...less so their seedier and scuzzier elements. But then, every era has its black spots.
She was always fortunate to not exhibit any overtly supernatural qualities - the people enthralled by her singing was easily written off as people just being fans - but because of the simple fact that her aging is monumentally slower she never liked staying in one place for too long. Changing identities was simple enough when you outlived people frequently, and living the bohemian, vagabond life had its own charms...such as never being without a topic of conversation at galas.
Mariska would like to be more known for her music, a record deal, awards, adoring fans and the like, but the problem with fame is that it puts you under the spotlight and how could she explain looking the same in, say, 1950 as she did in 2015? But now that the secret is out, perhaps steps could be made to ensure that Mariska Costas is a more widely known name.
| Family |
Not Applicable
| Strengths |
- Worldly
- Open-minded
- Irreverent, free thinker
| Weaknesses |
- Overly emotional
- Impulsive
- Easily swayed by empty promises
The Other
| Theme Song |
Stuck – Caro Emerald
”I close my eyes and dream about a sunny holiday
I wish that I was beaching down on Saint Tropez
Or sitting in the lobby at the fabulous 'Pierre'
With diamonds on my fingers and not a single care
Instead I’m on the avenue where nobody goes
With fields of green that wilted like a last summer rose
Some people call it paradise but I call it pain
Baby, take me anywhere but not here again”
”I close my eyes and dream about a sunny holiday
I wish that I was beaching down on Saint Tropez
Or sitting in the lobby at the fabulous 'Pierre'
With diamonds on my fingers and not a single care
Instead I’m on the avenue where nobody goes
With fields of green that wilted like a last summer rose
Some people call it paradise but I call it pain
Baby, take me anywhere but not here again”
| House Number |
Faraday Heights, 28A
| Extra Information |
All good, fam
Okay, my character is coming in slowly but surely, he's in my first post on page one. Let me know if anyone wants to room with him, as I haven't decided on his address yet.
13Nightingale The Vashta Nerada
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Working on my character sheet right now
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Katherine Haynes
Human
Human
Basic Information
| Name |
Katherine “Katie” Annalise Haynes
| Date of Birth |
November 13, 1998
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bisexual
| Occupation |
Part-time barista at a small coffee shop, The Early Bean. Full-time college student.
| In-Depth Appearance |
Katie is only slightly taller than average, but the way she carries herself makes her seem taller and her presence demands attention. She faces life with her head held high and her shoulders back, seemingly ready for whatever life throws at her. Her voice adds to this effect; it is calm but firm, sweet but knowing.
Her face has a certain maturity to it that is often absent in others her age. She has striking light green eyes which can seem a bit gray or even occasionally blue, depending on the colors she’s wearing. Katie has thick, wavy, brown hair with natural reddish highlights. Her pale skin is covered with light freckles, which give her a sort of ageless look, as if she could be older or younger than what her real age is.
The part of her appearance that she is most proud of, however, is the one part she had the most choice in. Katie has a full-back tattoo of large wings. While this tattoo is generally covered up, it gives her a sense of confidence in some strange way.
Her face has a certain maturity to it that is often absent in others her age. She has striking light green eyes which can seem a bit gray or even occasionally blue, depending on the colors she’s wearing. Katie has thick, wavy, brown hair with natural reddish highlights. Her pale skin is covered with light freckles, which give her a sort of ageless look, as if she could be older or younger than what her real age is.
The part of her appearance that she is most proud of, however, is the one part she had the most choice in. Katie has a full-back tattoo of large wings. While this tattoo is generally covered up, it gives her a sense of confidence in some strange way.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Open-minded ♦ Loyal ♦ Kind ♦ Confident ♦
Katie is the kind of person who likes to speak her mind. She likes to think carefully about what she’s saying and makes an effort to truly listen to others instead of just trying to think of a retort when discussing clashing opinions with others. She does not hide her opinions from anyone, even if she knows that a person who is close to her will likely disagree. However, she will do her best to explain her point in the most inoffensive way possible. It is her opinion that hiding one’s true feelings is unhealthy for both the person doing it and the people they’re hiding from.
She doesn’t have a lot of friends, she prefers to grow close to only a few individuals, but she has acquired quite a few friendly acquaintances. Katie loves to meet new people and is friendly and polite to anyone she meets, as long as they aren’t straight-out assholes. She believes that respect is earned, and anyone who treats other people as less than themselves does not deserve the time of day. Her reaction towards such people is worsened if they treat her friends badly.
Even though she is generally confident in her choices and opinions, she does her best to keep from becoming arrogant. She truly has a desire to learn and will accept that she is wrong when she really is. She loves to debate, but her goal is not to win these debates, but rather to determine what the truth is. She is a straight-A student who pushes herself to go above and beyond the expectations set before her.
The recent discovery of the Others worries Katie, naturally. She has no idea what the extent of their abilities is, but it also excites her. The knowledge that there is so much more out there than she previously thought makes her wonder about the endless possibilities. While she is war of the idea of strange creatures whose abilities are shrouded in myth and legend, she also hopes that humans and Others can learn to co-exist. She realizes that not all of what is said of them can be true, and that they’ve managed to live hidden among humans for centuries, so at least some of them must be somewhat peaceful.
Although most of the time, she is a well put-together individual, Katie is recovering from general anxiety disorder and other issues caused by past trauma. It is not entirely uncommon for her to relapse into this state, causing her to become temporarily terrified of social settings and confrontation. Aside from this, she is also prone to depression and will sometimes go into full hermit-mode; shutting herself in her bedroom for days on end, emerging only to eat. She eventually makes it past these moments, but she will be much more reserved and cautious after such an incident. Sometimes these events are triggered by specific stimuli, but most of the time the reason for her relapses remain unknown.
She doesn’t have a lot of friends, she prefers to grow close to only a few individuals, but she has acquired quite a few friendly acquaintances. Katie loves to meet new people and is friendly and polite to anyone she meets, as long as they aren’t straight-out assholes. She believes that respect is earned, and anyone who treats other people as less than themselves does not deserve the time of day. Her reaction towards such people is worsened if they treat her friends badly.
Even though she is generally confident in her choices and opinions, she does her best to keep from becoming arrogant. She truly has a desire to learn and will accept that she is wrong when she really is. She loves to debate, but her goal is not to win these debates, but rather to determine what the truth is. She is a straight-A student who pushes herself to go above and beyond the expectations set before her.
The recent discovery of the Others worries Katie, naturally. She has no idea what the extent of their abilities is, but it also excites her. The knowledge that there is so much more out there than she previously thought makes her wonder about the endless possibilities. While she is war of the idea of strange creatures whose abilities are shrouded in myth and legend, she also hopes that humans and Others can learn to co-exist. She realizes that not all of what is said of them can be true, and that they’ve managed to live hidden among humans for centuries, so at least some of them must be somewhat peaceful.
Although most of the time, she is a well put-together individual, Katie is recovering from general anxiety disorder and other issues caused by past trauma. It is not entirely uncommon for her to relapse into this state, causing her to become temporarily terrified of social settings and confrontation. Aside from this, she is also prone to depression and will sometimes go into full hermit-mode; shutting herself in her bedroom for days on end, emerging only to eat. She eventually makes it past these moments, but she will be much more reserved and cautious after such an incident. Sometimes these events are triggered by specific stimuli, but most of the time the reason for her relapses remain unknown.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Rainy Days
✔ Friendly people
✔ Snow
✔ Reading
✔ Drawing
✔ Wild adventures
✔ Debates
✔ Kittens
✔ Calm music
✔ Swimming
✔ Painting
✔ Singing
✘ Assholes
✘ Snakes
✘ Spiders
✘ Bugs
✘ Anxiety
✘ Mouth germs
✘ The color yellow
✔ Friendly people
✔ Snow
✔ Reading
✔ Drawing
✔ Wild adventures
✔ Debates
✔ Kittens
✔ Calm music
✔ Swimming
✔ Painting
✔ Singing
✘ Assholes
✘ Snakes
✘ Spiders
✘ Bugs
✘ Anxiety
✘ Mouth germs
✘ The color yellow
| History |
For the ancient sort, abbreviated as much as you like. Generally only need two paragraphs here: perhaps how they were changed into a supernatural creature (if applicable)/early life as one, and how they have reacted so far to the outing of their kind. Everything more is sweet, delicious icing.
| Family |
If this applies to your character. Can include important NPCs (under your control) here.
| Strengths |
- Three only.
| Weaknesses |
- Three (or more).
The Other
| Theme Song |
| House Number |
Faraday Heights 25A (Open to flatmates)
| Extra Information |
Anything else.
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First thing we need to do is set this up, there are wendigos and then there is The Wendigo. Wendigos are the poor hunks of bastard that get possessed by The Wendigo, with a capital W. The spirit is malevolent, parasitic, and just generally a giant A-hole. Now, you can split the possessed into two categories, the "Beaten" and the "Victors". The beaten are those who are completely possessed by The Wendigo, their bodies becoming it's tool for slurping up souls. These things are little more than animals, slaves to the hunger that The Wendigo enforces on them and make up the bulk of the thankfully small population of wendigos. The second, much smaller category are the Victors, are those who have successfully fought back against The Wendigo and pushed it back into the recesses of their mind. While this is good because they are in control, the control is hanging on a thread. Unfortunately, The Wendigo does not just go away. It stays inside the host until it dies. Well, not completely true but forcing The Wendigo out of it's chosen victim usually leads to the victims death and the spirit allowed to go free and choose some other poor sod.
The Good, Relatively
The Wendigo is a very gluttonous, but very lazy kind of spirit. So it puts a lot of effort in keeping it's host alive so that it can keep from having to spend energy trying to find a new one, an act that does cost a lot. So, as long as you have The Wendigo spirit/parasite inside, you will basically live forever. On top of this things that would normally kill a person no problem has a decidedly less effect, stabs don't bleed all that much, your bones are nearly unbreakable, and the skin takes a noticeable effort to cut through. Even if you do get hurt you heal pretty fast, especially if you eat a lot of meat. Plus you get sick ass bone claws when you "Wendigo Out".
The Bad
You are hungry, all the time. Sure you can take the edge off by eating meat but you won't be truly satisfied, and you will always know what will. Oh, and those sick ass bone claws I mentioned before? Well they explode out of your hands in a way that does not feel good. On top of this when you "Wendigo Out" you compulsively bite your lips off, so that's fun. Oh and your sense of smell is way more powerful, all the more better to smell that people flesh.
The Ugly
The hunger doesn't end, ever. Even if you were to eat someone every day you'd still be hungry, still wanting more, and never truly satisfied. The act of transitioning from normal to "Hunt Mode" is traumatically painful, your limbs elongating, skin tearing as you stretch, phalanges exploding out into claws, and teeth falling out of your mouth as they are pushed aside by sharper fangs. Putting yourself together isn't much better. Finally, and arguably the worst, is what the Wendigo does to your mind. Always prodding you, doing everything it can to trick you into slipping up, giving you nightmares. It want's you under it's heel and the only way it's going to stop is if you either give up or die. A shitty, raw deal all around.
The Good, Relatively
The Wendigo is a very gluttonous, but very lazy kind of spirit. So it puts a lot of effort in keeping it's host alive so that it can keep from having to spend energy trying to find a new one, an act that does cost a lot. So, as long as you have The Wendigo spirit/parasite inside, you will basically live forever. On top of this things that would normally kill a person no problem has a decidedly less effect, stabs don't bleed all that much, your bones are nearly unbreakable, and the skin takes a noticeable effort to cut through. Even if you do get hurt you heal pretty fast, especially if you eat a lot of meat. Plus you get sick ass bone claws when you "Wendigo Out".
The Bad
You are hungry, all the time. Sure you can take the edge off by eating meat but you won't be truly satisfied, and you will always know what will. Oh, and those sick ass bone claws I mentioned before? Well they explode out of your hands in a way that does not feel good. On top of this when you "Wendigo Out" you compulsively bite your lips off, so that's fun. Oh and your sense of smell is way more powerful, all the more better to smell that people flesh.
The Ugly
The hunger doesn't end, ever. Even if you were to eat someone every day you'd still be hungry, still wanting more, and never truly satisfied. The act of transitioning from normal to "Hunt Mode" is traumatically painful, your limbs elongating, skin tearing as you stretch, phalanges exploding out into claws, and teeth falling out of your mouth as they are pushed aside by sharper fangs. Putting yourself together isn't much better. Finally, and arguably the worst, is what the Wendigo does to your mind. Always prodding you, doing everything it can to trick you into slipping up, giving you nightmares. It want's you under it's heel and the only way it's going to stop is if you either give up or die. A shitty, raw deal all around.
John Taylor
Wendigo
Wendigo
Basic Information
| Name |
Jonathan Sage Taylor
| Date of Birth |
October 30th, 1993
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Bisexual, with more experience on the female side
| Occupation |
Tattoo Artist
| In-Depth Appearance |
Really, really tall. Around six foot six but too thin, almost unhealthily so. John carries himself like an old junker would. Slow, tired, and a little broken. His shoulders sag, he has some heavy bags under his eyes, and he’s always a little slow to react, like there is something preoccupying his mind. His style can be broken down into two categories, work and home. Work clothes consists of various types of t-shirts, dark jeans of various wear and tear, and flannel. Home clothes are sweat pants, gym shorts, and big fluffy sweaters. As a tattoo artist he has some ink, most prominently his sleeves, which are matching deer skulls starting at the mid-bicep. Ink bleeds down the eye sockets and become a writhing mass of solid black tentacles. When John speaks you can hear that his voice is a little ragged, mostly from alcohol but bad sleeping habits are also a contributing factor. One will notice that he seems to carry the smell of cigarettes with him wherever he goes.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Grounded ♦ Friendly ♦ Tired ♦ Sad ♦
Let’s start with the good aye? John is not a very difficult man to figure out, minus the whole teeter totter of cannibalistic rampage and normal human being that is. John isn’t one to flaunt anything and prefers to stick to the modest things in life; money stays in the bank account, clothes are simple and cheap, car is a piece of shit but can get him to point A to B. The only exceptions to this level headedness is his love for pork and his passion for art, specifically body ink but he can and does appreciate other mediums. It’s usually a shock to the people who know him to see the normally docile John explode when he sees that “metaphorical art shit” like the blank white wall.
Now let’s get into the not so great bits. For all his “straight man” mannerisms and usually docile dependency, John is a very tired, very worn down person. Fighting off constant cannibalistic cravings, an intense hunger, and an angry, spiteful spirit living in the back of his head has left John with very little energy to deal with other people’s shit. So instead of fighting or arguing he would rather just take it and move on, “What’s one more pebble for the pile?” As he would say. This take it and roll attitude paints him in an unflattering light, with many people dismissing him as a pushover. Unfortunately, all his wear and tear has also given him very little patience for those who are rude and mean, usually met with a very stern “Fuck. Off.” and a death glare that could put fear into the devil himself.
In the end, John just wants everything to be nice and quiet. With how everything is going however, it doesn’t look like things are going to go his way again.
Now let’s get into the not so great bits. For all his “straight man” mannerisms and usually docile dependency, John is a very tired, very worn down person. Fighting off constant cannibalistic cravings, an intense hunger, and an angry, spiteful spirit living in the back of his head has left John with very little energy to deal with other people’s shit. So instead of fighting or arguing he would rather just take it and move on, “What’s one more pebble for the pile?” As he would say. This take it and roll attitude paints him in an unflattering light, with many people dismissing him as a pushover. Unfortunately, all his wear and tear has also given him very little patience for those who are rude and mean, usually met with a very stern “Fuck. Off.” and a death glare that could put fear into the devil himself.
In the end, John just wants everything to be nice and quiet. With how everything is going however, it doesn’t look like things are going to go his way again.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ His art
✔ Big puffy sweaters
✔ Sweets; chocolates, anything out of a bakery, candies, the works
✔ His two poisons, whiskey and menthols
✔ Stupid jokes/puns
✔ Pork, in all it’s forms
✔ Low maintenance, in both people and in life
✘ Horror movies, doesn’t like being scared and the gorier ones make him hungry
✘ Bad tattoo’s
✘ People who disrespect art and artists
✘ Romantic comedies
✘ Surprises
✘ High class anything; the people are jerks, the drinks are weak, and the food is small
✘ Vegetables, they are just gross
✔ Big puffy sweaters
✔ Sweets; chocolates, anything out of a bakery, candies, the works
✔ His two poisons, whiskey and menthols
✔ Stupid jokes/puns
✔ Pork, in all it’s forms
✔ Low maintenance, in both people and in life
✘ Horror movies, doesn’t like being scared and the gorier ones make him hungry
✘ Bad tattoo’s
✘ People who disrespect art and artists
✘ Romantic comedies
✘ Surprises
✘ High class anything; the people are jerks, the drinks are weak, and the food is small
✘ Vegetables, they are just gross
| History |
John’s story isn’t a very interesting one up until he got possessed, so we’ll start from there. It began with a camping trip five years ago, just him and a friend in the canadian wilderness. Everything began all right, sure it was cold but the two of them had seen worse and so the pair just did their thing. Star gazing, ice fishing, hiking, and all that jazz was done before it happened. The pair were hunkering down on an especially cold night when John became possessed.
I’m going to spare the details but when John awoke from the spiritual fight for dominance that ensued in his head, the friend was dead. The poor hunk of a bastard was ripped apart and the last thing that went through his head was that it was his best friend doing the deed. John doesn’t camp anymore.
The incident was called an “animal attack” but John knew, and he couldn’t live with himself. So he so he packed a bag, sold everything else, and left. The process of becoming a British citizen wasn’t the most streamlined but after it was all said and done, he could start again. So here he has been, picking up small time jobs and building up his reputation within his industry before finding himself here, in the middle of a god damn upheaval. Can’t a man get a break indeed.
I’m going to spare the details but when John awoke from the spiritual fight for dominance that ensued in his head, the friend was dead. The poor hunk of a bastard was ripped apart and the last thing that went through his head was that it was his best friend doing the deed. John doesn’t camp anymore.
The incident was called an “animal attack” but John knew, and he couldn’t live with himself. So he so he packed a bag, sold everything else, and left. The process of becoming a British citizen wasn’t the most streamlined but after it was all said and done, he could start again. So here he has been, picking up small time jobs and building up his reputation within his industry before finding himself here, in the middle of a god damn upheaval. Can’t a man get a break indeed.
| Family |
Severed all ties with his family. For all they know he just up and left one day.
| Strengths |
- Willpower
- Transparency
- Honesty
| Weaknesses |
- A bit of a doormat
- Exhausted, physically and emotionally
- Very little patience for jerks
The Other
| Theme Song |
We are born again when we die – Apollo Sunshine
”Why say goodbye?
We are born again when we died, but
We will never leave our lives.”
”Why say goodbye?
We are born again when we died, but
We will never leave our lives.”
| House Number |
I’ll shack up with anyone in Faraday Heights
| Extra Information |
Has a moderate reputation within the tattoo industry, enough to be recognized but not enough to be all that noticed.
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