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Beau

Beau

Beau

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Current:


Past:

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Beau Jackson

Nicknames/Alias/AKA:
Beau,Dingo,Dog

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Occupation:
Guardian (dog form is limiting), previously photographer

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Brown

Height/Build:
Current: 23.62 inch (about 2 feet)

Previous: 6 foot 2 medium build.

Bio:
Beau was born into a family of guardians. He learned about them, where the meeting points were, how to fight witches and vampires. Basic things. He would often visit some of the meeting point to make sure he knew where they were and to make sure no witches figured them out. He was also often seen training himself in various ways of fighting knowing that he had to protect himself and possibly one or more of the 6. Even with this lifestyle he still found he had a knack for photography. He took classes (all the ones he could with his age restrictions) and his parents even bought him a camera. He found a love for black and white photography and started anonymously submitting photos to different companies.

However, beau was not meant for happiness, tragedy struck when he was 15. His parents were killed by a witch. He did not know who...or even how it happened, but he mourned and took it upon himself to try to find the witch responsible. While he did manage to finally find a witch at age 16. He tried to kill them but found himself beaten. Instead of killing him the witch decided to curse him. At age 16 he became a dog. Finding himself in a completely different form and frankly, completely unprepared he fled. He searched out the other guardians and found that he was able to speak. He told them what happened and swore to continue his duties as a guardian. He still goes to the meeting points and will often pair himself with another guardian. If by himself he leads which ever of the six to the guardians. Finding that while the form has several cons being a dog is actually helpful for keeping them safe. While not really able to see color he can hear and smell better...along with having more discretion in this shape and a rather powerful bite.

Family/Relationships:
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Siblings: N/A

Other/Extra:
Fears:
He fears that he may never break the curse and be stuck a dog for the rest of his life
Failing. He fears that he will mess up and become even more of a disappointment

Loves:
Being a dog for so long has brought around a love for being scratched behind the ears....though if he isn't very familiar with you he will bite
Turkey.

Hobbies:
He takes it upon himself to check on each meeting point.

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Xavier

Xavier

werewolf

Name: Xavier Vasic
Age: 23
Height: 6 foot 3
Weight: 170
Personality: Xavier is a con artist through and through. That being said he's much like a cat. Independent, a tad self absorbed. He is a very good liar and quite the planner. This does not mean he cannot go with the flow because he's perfectly capable of both.
History: Xavier was born a werewolf leading to his entire life finding himself being better then most. At least that is how he thought of it. This caused for the self absorbed trait to develop fairly early in life. At age 13 he figured out he was very skilled in both tricking people and stealing. This helped him become the con man he is today. However, he was not meant to stay without a pack.
At age 19 he conned the wrong person. Samuel was not exactly pleased and threatened him leading to Xavier being part of that pack. Full of resentment and hatred for his new alpha he planned a very devious plan and proceeded with it recently.
species: Werewolf

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Zavist

the cursed

Name: Zavist Volkov

Age: 21 human 975 vampire

Stats: Zavist stands at 6 foot 4 with olive toned skin, black hair, and a medium toned muscle build.

preferred weapons: Retractable Inconel claws inserted in a pair of gloves resistant to tearing from the movement of the claws the knuckles of the gloves have brass in them creating a hefty brass knuckle effect. The other weapon he prefers is himself.
Weapons note: While he does not prefer them he is fully capable of using knives, especially throwing knives. (he keeps one in a sheath in his left boot)

Persona: While not the most outspoken man, he is quick with wit and snaps. He does not seem to want to get close to anyone.

Brief Background:
Zavist was changed to vampire at the young age of 21 so long ago he hardly remembers the occurrence. What he does remember is being chosen to be a part of the protectors of his race and him refusing it. This seemed to (rightfully) anger the scribe and so she cursed upon him the shape of a wolf along with keeping him a part of the brotherhood anyway. Zavist developed new changes with this form...a more feral side along with a fierce protectiveness of any he considers a part of his 'pack'. His pack being vampires. He did not appreciate this especially as he is required to take that other form often and if he does not, his body forces him to and the process is quite painful.

He has since learned to accept his role and has decided that the second form may not be so terrible...often using it against lessers and for tracking easier.

Abilities: Second form, enhanced senses along with brotherhood abilities (strength and such)

Second form:
-Zavist's form is that of a large brindled wolf with a black muzzle. The wolf is larger then average, but due to the fur pattern many mistake the shape for a large dog earning the nickname of Dog of War. A creature many do not wish to witness if they are on the wrong side of the battle.

-Side affects: Zavist's eyes are now a permanent shade of amber and can be called 'feral' or 'wild' eyes.

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Anders

Anders

Name - Anders Swanson
Alias - None yet
Age - 22
Powers -
-Persuasion: Anders is able to convince people to do thing through the sound of his voice. This power allows him to compel others to believe what he says and agree with anything he suggests. However, powerful minds have proven immune to his charm. (That and ear plugs)
-Energy Manipulation: Anders can tap into the potential energy contained within an object and transform it into kinetic energy by touching it. When he thus charges an object and throws it at a target, the object releases this energy explosively on contact. (Though he isn't as skilled with this as his persuasion ability)
-Agility: ability to tap into energy also grants him superhuman agility and dexterity, as well as creating a static interference that shields his mind from detection and intrusion by even the most powerful telepaths.

Weaknesses -
-He is able to be killed by anything that would be fatal (Head shot, decapitation etc.)
-Ear plugs
-individuals who can resist his voice (aka telepath resistant)

Personality - Sarcastic, Ass,
Experience - 9 and a half months
Appearance -

Anders stands at 5 foot 8 with a medium build. He tends to wear button ups, but can be seen in more casual clothes. He likes to think he has an eye for looking good.

BRIEF Bio -
Anders had a fairly typical childhood. Though his parents died when he was 18, so he had to go into independence faster then he would have liked. He went through the motions of trying to make something of himself, going to college for a bit getting a job that type of thing. 9 months ago, he discovered that his voice had a certain affect on people when he wanted it to. He has taken full advantage of that and has found his way into money and women. His lack of caution will most likely catch the attention of different individuals.

Key Differences - There are several differences between him and gambit. Gambit does not seem to focus solely on one of his abilities so that is one large difference.

Sample Story Arcs -
Carelessness: His carelessness results in x-men intervening to try to teach him how to properly use his abilities
The hidden vixen: He finds out that using abilities on women leads to being attacked by a woman sent by the brotherhood to either capture him or kill him.

Supporting Characters -
Good: x-men
Bad: Brotherhood or any other form of bad guy that could use him to their advantage

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Cabhan

{Cabhan}

{Cabhan Walsh}

Rider of {Sapphire}

APPEARANCE—
Appearance: (Has light almost white blonde hair with faint streaks of purple and blue has pale purple eyes and the outfit in the pic) Height of 5 foot 8
Click me

AGE—
23 (bonded at 13)

GENDER—
Male

HISTORY—
Cabhan was born to a black smith and his wife after years of trying. His father was disappointed when the boy was not only premature but also smaller and more lean in build. While he was happy to have a son he was always disappointed in him. This boy would clearly never follow in the footsteps of him so he didn't even try to teach him.

Always knowing this disappointment Cabhan honed the skills that he could at a young age. He became a skilled hunter, tracker, and leather worker earning little approval from he father he constantly was trying harder. Until he ended up with a dragon. That earned much respect from his father even if the ball of purple and blue fluff was a Flit wit. No others in his family line had ever gotten a dragon let alone received it at 13. Having finally gained approval from his father he's a lot more laid back if albeit obnoxious and sarcastic. He and the Flitwit known as Sapphire (saphy as a nickname). He has become so bonded with his dragon that his hair developed the streaks of pale blue and purple.

With all this extra money from leather working he was able to move out at age of 17 and buy a nice place with a stable and acreage.

PERSONALITY—
Laid back yet sarcastic and obnoxious with a silver tongue that gets him out of trouble or can get him into it

TALENTS/SKILLS—

• Hunting
• Tracking
• Leather working (makes high quality goods and sells them at market)
• First aid (considering how often he got himself hurt he figured he could learn...his mom taught him)
• Silent walking
• Stronger then he looks (can carry a dead elk by himself)
• Quick
• Blending- he can blend in in crowds (think assassin's creed)
• silver tongue- can often talk he way out of problems and get the best deals
• Bow and arrow
• Dagger skills

FLAWS/WEAKNESSES—

• Light weight- He can lift heavy weights yes, but a bigger man can damage him pretty badly
• Leather- He only wears leather so heavy weaponry can damage him
• Forest dweller-Being an assassin means he can do well anywhere but is more out of his element in cities
• he says something wrong that generally can piss people off and get him injured
• Human-if you toss him off a mountain or behead him or fatally wound him he will die

EXTRAS—

• owns bow and arrows
• no real notable accent
• pale purple and blue streaks in his hair
• Loves the forest
• name is pronounced Kav+an

{Sapphire}

Sapphire—Sapphy

GENDER—
Male

BREED—
Flit wit

APPEARANCE—
Click me (about the size of a quarter horse)

PERSONALITY—

• Energetic
• Obnoxious
• Sarcastic
• loving

EXTRAS—

• Communicates mostly by chirps (like a cheetah) and whistles
• Somtimes mimics other animals to help Cabhan hunt
• loves fish and deer
• like sleeping in the stable

Samhain Intrigues

Raposo~Yin

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Yin paused and looked at Elsa a brow raised at the thanks that he just received. He blinked and then flicked his ears. "Not all humans annoy me...human." Being that he had just been annoyed to no end and was now being faced with the opposite of what he considered an annoyance, rather he found it quite enduring that someone praised him. His ego was not exactly on the small side and this particular human just stroked it. He nodded to her before moving to the back of the group and herding all of his little sheep across the bridge.

Yin gave each fae a glare as they watched his herd, a warning to ensure that none of them touched his sheep. All nine of his tails waved as he followed them across the bridge. He then weaved slightly to get back to the front of the group and stand in front of the gates. Nine tails waved once more as he looked at the gates with his fox like eyes. He was more then done with these humans. After all, he had watched a human dare to annoy him and then said human was removed before he could eat it. Why that one was so interesting was completely lost on him...to him that thing was not going to be a useful servant. But, that was not his choice.

Yin while looking at these gates and getting ready to go in, wondered how exactly he was going to deal with that missing human. He would have to find it and then drag it safely all the way to the gates. Wonderful, a chore.

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Yusuke

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Yusuke had been at the back of the group like he had been this entire trip. He did not seem to react to several of the scenarios, but did react to Bodil being suddenly dragged away by an unknown force. He found himself blinking at this and then he looked at the fox's eyes and felt a bit glad that the woman was dragged away before she got eaten. At least she got to maybe live on somewhere else...maybe?

Yusuke then walked forward as the fox herded the group across the bridge. He seemed to be in his own world as he absorbed each detail of his surroundings. He was rather uncertain if he should be concerned about where he was and what the next location was, but he was more worried about memorizing all the details around him because it was so beautiful to him. He might not ever see sights like this again if he were to die.

The Black Jewels

The ping list: @Deos Morran@Demonic Angel@13org@Mega Birb@Rai@Vesuvius00@FallenTrinity@LadyRunic@Landaus Five-One

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A woman in gold, well every part of her is gold, walks toward you. She gives a small bow and smiles before speaking.
”Hello travelers...adventurers...what have you. You are about to embark upon a rather formidable task. One that if you misstep will result in your demise, but if you succeed I see great rewards in your futures. Not to mention that with so many different paths...the fate of the world is in your hands...as cliche as that sounds it is true.” She moved forward and tilted her head, switching to a more somber expression. ”You must defeat the tainted one and save the one in the cage. Ally yourself with the one in black, and that dear ones...is how you bring the word to peace.”

“Now...wake up”
The entire scene fades from view and in its stead you are returned.

With this dream a time skip to the day of the ball has occurred

location: Heketah’s Castle Hyall-Terreille

Dujae rolled his shoulders as he strode through the castle, just as elaborate and excessive on the inside as the outside. Frost etching its way along the floor and walls with each step he took, black outfit slightly more formal than his normal attire. His black collared shirt was unbuttoned to reveal his chest and jewel. Clearly, he is in SaDist mode. ”Heketah….must you throw a ball with every new face in the town?”

Heketah turned, a revealing blue dress hugging her body as she stood. ”My dear...of course I do. I need to make a good impression.” There was a snort. ”More like you need to lure them into a web so that you can absorb them into your circles. You forget...I do know you...more then I would ever like you old hag” There was a chuckle from Heketah. ”Now I know you were raised not to have such a mouth.” With a glare from Heketah, Dujae hissed as a familiar pain spread from a sensitive area. ”Now. You will attend this ball. You will behave. And you will do what I tell you to, understood?” Dujae winced and then nodded, exhaling as the pain stopped.

Dujae made his way to the entrance and leaned in the doorway of the castle, hands in pockets. Apparently he was to play bodyguard and local...pet. He huffed and then turned and reluctantly made his way to the throne where he proceeded to lay in front of it...like he was on display...like a damn pet tiger. He still never understood why the throne room doubled as a ball room. He looked up as Heketah made her way in and sat down a sickeningly cheerful sing song voice rang out. ”Put the tigers near the throne. No wait….toward the back yes.”

A group of people, mostly those native to Hyall dragged in the two tigers they seemed to have knocked out and proceeded to chain them to their areas. Muzzles went into place and then cuffs around each ankle that chained them to the floor. ”Most excellent. Now leave my presence.” Dujae sat up and looked at the tigers, the frost suddenly increasing as his temper increased. He always hated what she did to kindred, but these…..they were not broken yet. Maybe? He would have to deal with them later.

Heketah chuckled. ”A soft spot for those animals hm? That is just so adorable that you never grew out of it.” She then suddenly grabbed Dujae and kissed him- a kiss that was clearly paired with pain to force him to kiss back before she separated from him. ”Our guests shall be here soon. Remember...no weapons. Wouldn’t want a fight to break out again...you did almost lose an eye that time” Dujae swiped his mouth and moved to stand instead of sit as the first fanciful dressed guests began to flow into the room. Most decked out in velvet as the room was freezing thanks to the resident angry warlord prince.

The room itself was rounded with a large chandelier above the throne. The floor was marble veined with gold and the architecture was extremely well done. Stationed at the entrance was a man checking invitations as people flowed through. Heketah remained seated in her skin tight blue dress that was clearly meant to show every single curve of her body. Falling under her jewel was a golden...unicorn horn...the horn having been dipped in gold on the tip so that the natural lighter gold of the horn was visible. A matching set of much smaller horns in her ears as earrings.

Dujae did not seem to be doing much as he stood there, but he was really scanning each individual for weapons. At finding one, the weapon would seem to float from their hiding spot and then put them in a large chest that held every weapon he found...which now amounted at 1 dagger.

Heketah eventually stood and gave a smile and waved her hand over the heads of the people and motioned to the room. Her sing song voice rang out with a boost of jewel power. ”I welcome all my guests to this ball. Please do enjoy all the festivities.” She walked down the steps from the throne to the floor and kept hers eyes out for those she was specifically looking for.

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Clifford Norman~Red

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Clifford shook out his fur once the collar was adjusted and huffed at Leo. He really just wanted to get out of here, but he was committed now. Which was not a fun place to be for him. He let out another huff and trotted closer to the group in time to hear Jo ask about his nose. His head tilted and he then snorted before moving past them.

Just as cliff was working on trotting ahead a certain dog ran up and then stopped. He blinked at her before raising his own black tail and waving it before stopping. His head tilted and a whistle escaped him. Being a dhole meant a lot of weird non wolf noises but it certainly was okay given the scenario. He moved toward the canine then stopped. This was highly unusual for him...most canines either tried to fight him or simply tried to run away because he wasn't just any old werewolf....he was alpha.

Large ears swiveled and a nose twitches before cliff waved his tail again. He was hopeful it wouldn't do either of the normal things and he could boost his cover. He let his tongue loll out for a moment before he went into a half now which was the universal dog sign of play. He waved his tail again and hoped that if anyone other then Leo ever figured him out that they would not remember this. First the dog collar now this. Socializing....he was being reminded why he didn't do it.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

I will try to post before bed tonight

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Damon Fawkes

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Damon jerked forward with the van as it stopped and huffed. So they were here now. Game time. While he himself was calm a sudden excitement was sweeping through his tattoos as each one nudged against his flesh. One in particular seeming more excited then the rest as familiar scales slid under his skin. Damon rubbed his face and exhaled before cracking his neck.

"I can get eyes in the air if we need it." As he said that the hummingbird in his neck flexed against his skin and he remained ever the calm individual. A simple statement that was more suggestion then not, but the hummingbird had always shown its usefulness when it came to scanning the area without being detected.