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Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Got room for a stripper vampire?

@Pyxis

Go for it. We need vamps to fill these Vampire Clans

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Love Lounge, Roshmi City
Interaction with: @Tae - Azriel, @Legion02 Xenelith @Alivefalling Jack @Eviledd1984 O’Ner, @Dezuel Zelginn

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Of all in his company, O'Ner proved to be the most peculiar within the establishment. So much uneasiness… so much indecision… Is this how one could break the undead general? Interesting. Interesting indeed… Umber watched silently, experiencing his own unique high with the ever flowing emotions that trailed inside. The demon allowed his presence to fade into the background while he relaxed, allowing the others to speak without his interruption.

While O'Ner displayed reluctance toward the women of the brothel, Xenelith took advantage of his environment. At least Umber's payment would not go to waste. If Umber could smirk at the Dark Elf, he would. He was treating Umber to a fine snack while he indulged himself. Just when the demon was ready to make a comment or give his thanks, his four eyes focused on a child addressing him as some lord. The child appeared to be around a decade old at most which caused Umber to question his place within the brothel. Even O'Ner's sudden appearance in a new set of skin kept the demon from breaking his attention on the child.

Umber sat up and listened to the fox child's words, but that was not what he found important. The feelings he felt from him are what Umber locked onto. How this boy felt was where the true message lied.

"Hmmmm…" With a raise of one of his hands, Zelginn was levitated up to face Umber up close. The demon picked the necklace from the boy's small hands, but did not give much attention to it. "Is that all?" Umber asked as he stared into the boy's crimson eyes. The tendrils on Umbers head shifted towards Azriel first, his eyes narrowed. Then they shift towards the direction of Xenelith, before quickly going towards O'Ner and then finally to Jack. "This boy's words need attention… Yes... I will go. Enjoy your vices here… I will enjoy mine elsewhere." Umber floated to his feet gracefully while setting Zelginn down. "As for you… I'd like to thank Lady Tsarra personally for sending someone like you in my direction …"

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Dusk
Location: Ember Grove
Interaction with: N/A

Ember Grove. The small town that truly awakens while many of its people sleep. Most stories begin at the break of dawn, but this is not the case here. Gothic bloodsuckers blend into the nightlife scene. The hounds of the night weave between the trees of the forest they roam freely. And the crafty spellcasters secretly participate in out worldly rituals. These things don’t simply go bump in the night, and it’s because of this that the scarred misfits of humanity take responsibility for being the boogie men to the monsters that thrive when the sun sets over the horizon.

Hate, love, fear, joy, and even death lie ahead in a story where so many intentions and vendettas cross paths. We know who the players are, but how will the game turn out?

Tonight is almost a night like any other in the town of Ember Grove. It’s quiet, but brimming with opportunity. A Thursday, just one day from the weekend. Perhaps an appetizer for the Friday night to come. The night air of Autumn is cool and welcoming, urging people to enjoy the outside before winter rears its head. This is a night to take advantage of. The question is... Will you?

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Hellhound

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》B a s i c s
Full name: Damien Crawford
Age: 26
Date of Birth: 15 March 1994
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Portland, Oregon

》A p p e a r a n c e
Height: 6ft
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: A bit pale
Eye Color: Gray
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: Tattoo, Back Tattoo Tattoo of his older brother’s name, Marion, along his left forearm with the date 07-06-2006.
Detail your werewolf form: Approximately 6’8” with primarily black fur with strands of brown within.

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: None.
Siblings' Status: Marion Crawford (brother, deceased)
Parents' Status: Allister Crawford (father, unknown), Illiana Crawford (mother, unknown)
Pets: A Raven named Lucy. His familiar.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 1
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 1

》I n t e r e s t s
Likes:
Three minimum.
✡ Harming his enemies
✡ Night life (clubs, bars, drinking, one-nighters)
✡ Being a mystery
✡ Lucy
Dislikes:
Three minimum.
✡ Witches
✡ Vampires
✡ Rigid Rules
✡ Stagnancy
Hobbies:
Three minimum.
✡ Taking long walks through town
✡ Playing pick-up games with locals
✡ Winding down with the locals
Skills:
Three minimum.
✡ Manipulation game is on point. Ask Rose.
✡ Keeping Tabs
✡ Patience
✡ Charismatic

》P e r s o n a l i t y
Damien. He is a man who was granted purpose from his twisted idea of vengeance. It's the only thing that truly and deeply motivates his actions, leaving other activities to just be moments where he could think on his personal vendetta and the objectives that lined up to remedy it. This is a product of the use and abuse of dark magic mixed with the betrayal from all whom he used to hold dear.

Damien normally has a nonchalant and almost laidback demeanor. This is usually because he's constantly thinking of his next move or all the pain that had occurred in his past. However, in the heat of the moment, Damien seems to become very impassioned. He'll laugh, he'll shout, and even come across as unhinged. A hint of a smirk is a sure tell that violence is in store. And witches in particular tend to easily trigger the livelier side of him.

He doesn't like to group up with others and would rather work solo. He does manage to catch meetings with the Holy Saviors to voice his own plans and hear the current objective of the organization. He treads carefully around the radical religious group in order to continue using their resources, even if that means acting as if they share the same motivations.

》H i s t o r y
Damien was born as the second of two brothers within a small witch family within a small coven to match. A coven that fell victim to a number of attacks from a savage vampire clan. After a large scale attack during a coven meeting, the vampires claimed the life of Damien’s brother, Marion. Despite being quite young, Damien took two things from the tragedy. One, he would loathe vampires for as long as he drew breath. Two, this world was cruel to those who could not protect themselves. The latter had been a solid motivator for helping him in his studies, but it also led to an addiction for both knowledge and practice as he wanted to not only be strong enough to deal a hard blow to the local vampire clan, but he wanted to do it using any means necessary.

When the coven leadership discovered Damien’s schemes for vengeance, they urged he be sent abroad while peace talks ensued between the vampires and the witches. Damien was sent away to a coven in Paris that was very open to taking young witches and warlocks in to study. Unfortunately, this only allowed Damien to study the dark arts with less supervision than before. He experimented with mindreading and minor hexes at first but soon moved towards studying necromancy on his brother’s behalf. The thought of bringing his brother back from the dead was enticing. A standard necromancy spell wouldn’t cut it though. Damien was able to pull information on a legend that was nearly a fairytale to witches that were tempted towards practicing dark magic. A tale of a man who was able to successfully resurrect his lover, permanently. Most would discount it, but not Damien, he was young and determined. He knew he could pull others towards his goal. Many witches have lost a family member they loved, and there were always teenage witches willing to experiment with dark magic. In a few years, he assembled a group of teens that practiced dark magic with him. Some were quite talented, but one, in particular, grabbed his attention. A young witch by the name of Rose. It was easy for him to seduce her to dark magic. She had lost her mother, making her an easy target. Her ability to pick up on illusions and hexes was alluring to even himself. He’d keep her around as best as he could, but playing with darkness would erase that possibility.

Damien eventually befriended Rose, and after some bonding, they started dating. It took some time, but the honeymoon phase of their relationship dried out as the practice of dark magic twisted his personality to the point where he was asserting dominance over those he called his friends and Rose herself. Like a double-edged sword, his negativity only made him more adept in using dark magic. When Damien felt the time was right to test out and perform the fabled resurrection spell, he had the best in his group prepare for the ritual. One of the steps included a living human being sacrificed. A life for a life. A soul for a soul. Damien had been so twisted, that he didn’t even realize the reluctance coming from his group. Damien showed up for the ritual, only to find himself alone with only a few others. He was immediately apprehended by the coven’s leadership who had been informed of the ritual and was sent back home to the United States to his parents.

His parents and his coven made a harsh decision, but they felt Damien would not stop practicing dark magic and would become something sinister in the long run. The coven performed a powerful ritual that hexed Damien, removing his ability to utilize magic. He had familiar, but he would never be able to cast a spell again. The punishment shattered the young man, to the point where he refused to eat for a few days. Everything he had worked for was gone. He wouldn’t bring his brother back to this world that took him too soon. He wouldn’t be powerful enough to avenge him and protect anyone else. His friends and family had… they betrayed him. When he finally spoke to his father, Damien told him that he hoped the vampire clan would come soon to wipe out their coven, but he was sent back to silence as his father shared that their coven allied with a werewolf pack while he had been in Europe. The pack and the coven repelled the vampires without an issue. So everyone got theirs.

Damien did not accept this. He wouldn’t. He used a bogus ad about having a large wolf problem to draw in an operative from Operation Humanity. Damien didn’t think it would work, but it did. They brought him in and he told them parts of the truth. Just enough that they knew he was a ticked off witch that wanted to report his coven for defiling his kind by bedding with werewolves. It was believable enough that the hunters scouted the place out and then initiated a raid on the compound. Sadly, as Damien watched from the treeline, he noticed only the werewolves catching the bullets, while many witches were being captured. As the raid continued, Damien found a werewolf fleeing the scene bleeding out from the silver bullets that pierced her. Damien intercepted the beast but did not know what to do. He had no gripes with werewolves… Then it came to him.

“Change me… Change me and I will get vengeance with your power. BITE ME!”

Damien had uttered that night to the dying wolf. He did not lie. He was getting vengeance with the werewolf’s power, but only his own. Once he came to grips with his newfound transformation, Damien sought out a group he only knew by name. A group he was sure would not just allow the simple capture of witches. Rose spoke of a group that murdered her mother without an ounce of mercy... The Holy Saviors, the witch hunters.

Damien worked with the witch hinters that were much more widespread than he had assumed. He tipped many of their operational cells to witch covens he knew of around the country while taking part in slaughtering what used to be his own kind. He even managed to locate some of his old friends. Their deaths were the most satisfying. Now, he found himself on the east coast in a place he was glad he saved for last. Ember Grove, home to woman he once loved. The same woman who betrayed him and left him to be this. Ember Grove would be where everything came full circle. Like mother, like daughter.

》P a c k
Omega Werewolf used as a Holy Savior enforcer.

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Hellhound

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》B a s i c s
Full name: Damien Crawford
Age: 26
Date of Birth: 15 March 1994
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Portland, Oregon

》A p p e a r a n c e
Height: 6ft
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: A bit pale
Eye Color: Gray
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: Tattoo, Tattoo Tattoo of his older brother’s name, Marion, along his left forearm with the date 07-06-2006.
Detail your werewolf form: Approximately 6’8” with primarily black fur with strands of brown within.

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: None.
Siblings' Status: Marion Crawford (brother, deceased)
Parents' Status: Allister Crawford (father, unknown), Illiana Crawford (mother, unknown)
Pets: A Raven named Lucy. His familiar.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 1
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 1

》I n t e r e s t s
Likes:
Three minimum.
✡ Harming his enemies
✡ Night life (clubs, bars, drinking, one-nighters)
✡ Being a mystery
✡ Lucy
Dislikes:
Three minimum.
✡ Witches
✡ Vampires
✡ Rigid Rules
✡ Stagnancy
Hobbies:
Three minimum.
✡ Taking long walks through town
✡ Playing pick-up games with locals
✡ Winding down with the locals
Skills:
Three minimum.
✡ Manipulation game is on point. Ask Rose.
✡ Keeping Tabs
✡ Patience
✡ Charismatic

》P e r s o n a l i t y
Damien. He is a man who was granted purpose from his twisted idea of vengeance. It's the only thing that truly and deeply motivates his actions, leaving other activities to just be moments where he could think on his personal vendetta and the objectives that lined up to remedy it. This is a product of the use and abuse of dark magic mixed with the betrayal from all whom he used to hold dear.

Damien normally has a nonchalant and almost laidback demeanor. This is usually because he's constantly thinking of his next move or all the pain that had occurred in his past. However, in the heat of the moment, Damien seems to become very impassioned. He'll laugh, he'll shout, and even come across as unhinged. A hint of a smirk is a sure tell that violence is in store. And witches in particular tend to easily trigger the livelier side of him.

He doesn't like to group up with others and would rather work solo. He does manage to catch meetings with the Holy Saviors to voice his own plans and hear the current objective of the organization. He treads carefully around the radical religious group in order to continue using their resources, even if that means acting as if they share the same motivations.

》H i s t o r y
Damien was born as the second of two brothers within a small witch family within a small coven to match. A coven that fell victim to a number of attacks from a savage vampire clan. After a large scale attack during a coven meeting, the vampires claimed the life of Damien’s brother, Marion. Despite being quite young, Damien took two things from the tragedy. One, he would loathe vampires for as long as he drew breath. Two, this world was cruel to those who could not protect themselves. The latter had been a solid motivator for helping him in his studies, but it also led to an addiction for both knowledge and practice as he wanted to not only be strong enough to deal a hard blow to the local vampire clan, but he wanted to do it using any means necessary.

When the coven leadership discovered Damien’s schemes for vengeance, they urged he be sent abroad while peace talks ensued between the vampires and the witches. Damien was sent away to a coven in Paris that was very open to taking young witches and warlocks in to study. Unfortunately, this only allowed Damien to study the dark arts with less supervision than before. He experimented with mindreading and minor hexes at first but soon moved towards studying necromancy on his brother’s behalf. The thought of bringing his brother back from the dead was enticing. A standard necromancy spell wouldn’t cut it though. Damien was able to pull information on a legend that was nearly a fairytale to witches that were tempted towards practicing dark magic. A tale of a man who was able to successfully resurrect his lover, permanently. Most would discount it, but not Damien, he was young and determined. He knew he could pull others towards his goal. Many witches have lost a family member they loved, and there were always teenage witches willing to experiment with dark magic. In a few years, he assembled a group of teens that practiced dark magic with him. Some were quite talented, but one, in particular, grabbed his attention. A young witch by the name of Rose. It was easy for him to seduce her to dark magic. She had lost her mother, making her an easy target. Her ability to pick up on illusions and hexes was alluring to even himself. He’d keep her around as best as he could, but playing with darkness would erase that possibility.

Damien eventually befriended Rose, and after some bonding, they started dating. It took some time, but the honeymoon phase of their relationship dried out as the practice of dark magic twisted his personality to the point where he was asserting dominance over those he called his friends and Rose herself. Like a double-edged sword, his negativity only made him more adept in using dark magic. When Damien felt the time was right to test out and perform the fabled resurrection spell, he had the best in his group prepare for the ritual. One of the steps included a living human being sacrificed. A life for a life. A soul for a soul. Damien had been so twisted, that he didn’t even realize the reluctance coming from his group. Damien showed up for the ritual, only to find himself alone with only a few others. He was immediately apprehended by the coven’s leadership who had been informed of the ritual and was sent back home to the United States to his parents.

His parents and his coven made a harsh decision, but they felt Damien would not stop practicing dark magic and would become something sinister in the long run. The coven performed a powerful ritual that hexed Damien, removing his ability to utilize magic. He had familiar, but he would never be able to cast a spell again. The punishment shattered the young man, to the point where he refused to eat for a few days. Everything he had worked for was gone. He wouldn’t bring his brother back to this world that took him too soon. He wouldn’t be powerful enough to avenge him and protect anyone else. His friends and family had… they betrayed him. When he finally spoke to his father, Damien told him that he hoped the vampire clan would come soon to wipe out their coven, but he was sent back to silence as his father shared that their coven allied with a werewolf pack while he had been in Europe. The pack and the coven repelled the vampires without an issue. So everyone got theirs.

Damien did not accept this. He wouldn’t. He used a bogus ad about having a large wolf problem to draw in an operative from Operation Humanity. Damien didn’t think it would work, but it did. They brought him in and he told them parts of the truth. Just enough that they knew he was a ticked off witch that wanted to report his coven for defiling his kind by bedding with werewolves. It was believable enough that the hunters scouted the place out and then initiated a raid on the compound. Sadly, as Damien watched from the treeline, he noticed only the werewolves catching the bullets, while many witches were being captured. As the raid continued, Damien found a werewolf fleeing the scene bleeding out from the silver bullets that pierced her. Damien intercepted the beast but did not know what to do. He had no gripes with werewolves… Then it came to him.

“Change me… Change me and I will get vengeance with your power. BITE ME!”

Damien had uttered that night to the dying wolf. He did not lie. He was getting vengeance with the werewolf’s power, but only his own. Once he came to grips with his newfound transformation, Damien sought out a group he only knew by name. A group he was sure would not just allow the simple capture of witches. Rose spoke of a group that murdered her mother without an ounce of mercy... The Holy Saviors, the witch hunters.

Damien worked with the witch hinters that were much more widespread than he had assumed. He tipped many of their operational cells to witch covens he knew of around the country while taking part in slaughtering what used to be his own kind. He even managed to locate some of his old friends. Their deaths were the most satisfying. Now, he found himself on the east coast in a place he was glad he saved for last. Ember Grove, home to woman he once loved. The same woman who betrayed him and left him to be this. Ember Grove would be where everything came full circle. Like mother, like daughter.

》P a c k
Omega Werewolf used as a Holy Savior enforcer.

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten.

Avalia

Time: Noon
Location: Edena, Daka Island
Interaction with: Myra @13org

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Once out of the amazing WARM shower, Darius took a look at the fogged up sink mirror before his very eyes. Something within seemed to urge him to reach out towards the mirror with an open hand. He then clasped his hand causing the spread water particles to leave the mirror and condense into a tiny clear sphere of water in front of him. It was no larger than a marble.

"Hmm." Darius reached out with his other hand while opening his closed one, still concentrating on the sphere floating before him. He took a breath and in a wide wafting motion, he made all the steam within the room condense into the sphere, making it grow about five times its size. He then closed both his hands into fists.
"Steam to water." Darius whispered before opening his hands quickly. "Water to stea… No.” The water sphere simply burst, sprinkling the area with water. It really is a one-way street. But at least I figured out something interesting. I can pull water particles a lot easier than creating it myself. He held his hands out over the sink and gathered the water into a small sphere once more, this time without any dramatic wafting or sweeping motions. The sphere floated over his two palms before moving his hands outward and allowing the water to splash into the sink. No mold build up happening in here. Darius grabbed a towel off the wooden rack above the toilet to dry off. Just gotta do something on a larger scale next time… and maybe not practice in the bathroom. Once dried, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out to find Myra wrapped in the bed blankets… again. He was happy to have had a real shower, but he was even happier to find Myra enjoying herself as much as he was. For a moment, he wished Skar was here to have her own unique bit of enjoyment, but let the thought die as the orc’s idea of enjoyment might have led to the ruining of the room. Skar would still be missed by Darius though. His first Avalian encounter.

"I feel like a million… amas! Let's get dressed!" Darius walked to the dresser and then to one of the wardrobes to pull out what he thought was needed for the trip up north. Once he laid what he needed out, he quickly stripped off his towel and got dressed with no indication of being bothered with whether Myra was looking or not. It had taken some time, but he accepted she'd look if she wanted. Lately, he noticed her making an effort to give him his privacy, which also occurred today. Basically, the less attention he placed on being naked, the less attention she did as well. The two had grown to understand each other just a bit better with each passing day.

When getting dressed, Darius’ primary goal was to dress as warm as possible without being too restricted in his ability to move. He wore thicker undergarments that reminded him of long-johns, a thick gray top and pants, and what appeared to be black combat boots laced with fur on the inside. Goodbye sneakers! You made it this far though. He slipped back into his leather armor and then grabbed a black fur cloak.

"Hey Myra… you should wear something. It's gonna be cooold." Darius crossed and held his arms and simulated shivering. "I know you hate clothes. Trying to get you dressed for Orc Landing was… that was not fun. BUT this time you need to, or maybe…" [/color] Darius looked at her while she was wrapped in bed covers before smirking slightly as an idea surfaced. He laid the black fur cloak onto the bed beside her. "It's soft, warm, and easy to take off. Darius grabbed a second cloak from the closet and slipped it on and then off. "Just sleeves." At the same time, he had a back up plan if she declined. Operation Piggyback is on standby if anything. Then I can just wear the cloak over? Ugh maybe that doesn’t work since she’d be more restrained… Or I can have her at my front facing me… like… like a baby… Oh please put the cloak on Myra.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

@Helo

Both are good. You can move your sheet to the character tab

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Workaholic

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Sean Stone
Age: 26
Date of Birth: 3 October 1993
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Tampa, Florida

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6ft
Weight: 185
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Fair, slightly tanned
Eye Color: Brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Associates include Operation Humanity members and one stubborn witch in hiding by the name of Amna Ismat
Siblings' Status: Only Child
Parents' Status: Alive
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 6
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 4

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
Three minimum.
✡ Saving lives
✡ A challenge whether it's healthy or not
✡ Steak…
✡ Studying everything Hunter
✡ Having a mission
✡ A good joke here and there
Dislikes:
Three minimum.
✡ Negative Actions of the supernatural
✡ Failing to save a life
✡ Not being prepared
✡ Wasting Time
✡ Bickering
Hobbies:
Three minimum.
✡ Eating Steak
✡ Planning his next move
✡ Shooting at the range
✡ People watching
✡ Exercise
Skills:
Three minimum.
✡ Highly observant of his surroundings (for his own wellbeing)
✡ Keeping Secrets/Telling a Lie
✡ Being a distraction

》P e r s o n a l i t y
Sean is a bit of a mystery to most who know him. Old friends, work colleagues, and even family. One thing most could agree on was that he was highly driven. When Sean set his attention on a task, he stuck to it like an obsession. Saying he's a workaholic would be accurate.

Sean often finds it hard to relate to others in his life that have experienced hardships. He can see the difference in the eyes of those who have lost so much to the supernatural and his own. Unlike some of his peers, Sean doesn't hold some vendetta or is out for revenge. He hunts the supernatural to protect those that are unable to defend themselves. His reasoning allows him to keep a level head in a fight with any foe, but his weakness is that he finds it hard to believe all supernatural are evil, especially recently. Seeing supernatural creatures showcasing a moment of humanity cause him to hesitate in acting against them. At the same time, he doesn't negotiate with any supernatural that chooses to live what they may deem their natural lives which may, in turn, threaten the lives of humans. After getting a kill, one might notice a sliver of remorse in his body language. His job is his duty. He doesn't enjoy having to go so far, but he knows he must for 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 in order for his team to succeed. For instance, he doesn't share his supplier or the contents of the supernatural drug he uses to grant him an edge in battle, but his close colleagues are aware he's taking some kind of performance enhancer. He tells people what he thinks they need to know, but only that.

》H i s t o r y
Sean was born to a normal family with a fairly normal upbringing. He was just an only child who had the dream of becoming a police officer and was set on the path after he and his mother were rescued after a car accident that left their vehicle turned over after going off the road. It actually hadn't been an officer, but just a man who had witnessed the accident. With both of them safely removed from the vehicle during their time in need, Sean learned two things. He wanted to be like that man and help others, and much later he realized, you didn't need a badge to do just that.

At the age of 17, he enlisted in the United States Army for two years active duty as a military policeman. His main motivator for serving was to two fast track himself into the police academy. When he was nineteen and a summer away from going for the police academy, he found himself in a situation that he would never forget. His friend Keith had been a guy he had always gotten along with since the two met at a shooting range as teenagers. Their fathers were familiar with each other, but the young teens became the best of friends, bonding in their enjoyment of firearms. Keith didn't join the service and at one point was a bit distant, but the two had taken an evening to hit up a beach party in Clearwater. It was a good time until the later hours. There were about a dozen people drunkenly laughing and vibing when a snarling stage D vampire walked up onto the scene. One man was immediately grabbed a bitten when he approached the creature thinking it was some junkie. Keith was the only one who knew any better. Sean attempted to draw on the creature, but only got one shot to land, a shot that was easily ignored as it approached. While confused as to how something so frail looking could shrug off a 9mm at point-blank without so much as a flinch, Keith moved in front and fired two shots to the creature's chest and dropped it. Same caliber, practically the same pistol. The two then fled the scene while Keith made some odd phone calls. Keith had attempted to talk Sean down during the ride back to Tampa, but he had seen too much and wasn't going to let it go. Keith took him to his place and eventually explained.

Keith was in the family business of killing vampires. They were a small group that was located in the Tampa Bay area. Keith's family had been working in the area for several years. Keith was reluctant, but Sean was persistent. The more he learned about vampires, the more he wanted to go out and stop them. To him, they were the true criminals that never got caught. An enemy to humanity. Sean traded police academy in for some training and hunting with Keith. The two made a great team, but Sean felt they should be doing more. Playing more offensively. He went on hunts Keith wasn't comfortable with, he investigated vampire clans for hours on hours. Sean solving cases and killing vampires for sure, but he was also struggling with money. Keith's family was fine with helping Sean a bit, but it was barely enough. He had heard of Operation Humanity from Keith once but was told he was better off just quitting than going to them. He almost thought of quitting and getting an actual job, maybe even the police force.

In his time of considering, he came and Operation Humanity had wound up hunting the same suspected vampire in Georgia. Sean had a hunch that he was hunting a stage D vampire, due to the state of its victims. When Sean went head to head with what was a lycan and his soon to be victims, he found himself ill-prepared. Not only did the beast incapacitate him with a swift backhand into a tree, but it attacked the victims who cried out in response. Sean passed out before he snapped back awake to the sound of automatic gunfire. He found the lycan riddled with silver bullets. Sean would have died that night if Operation Humanity hadn't been there. He was devastated by the loss of life that occurred that night due to not being prepared. That was the same night they recruited him and opened his eyes to knowledge of lycans and witches as well. He joined a team dedicated to eradicating a savage werewolf pack in Georgia and learned to hunt the new deadly foe. If only his first encounter with a witch would have been the one to be straightforward.

Sean had gotten word that there was a witch coven operating within Atlanta, and though it wasn't in his scope, the man moved to raid the coven. To his surprise, what he found was not three ghoulish pale-skinned women huddled around a sacrificial child, but a family birthday party. He was sure they knew what kind of man he was, but he fled the scene before they could have a chance to act. That was the first night he questioned hunting. Operation Humanity had not yet tasked him to kill any witches, but what if they eventually did? He'd have to kill creatures that looked like people? It troubled him until he was assigned to hunt a small coven dabbling in necromancy.

When he was readying up for his next assignment, Sean was visited by a woman… One of the witches from the birthday party he had barged into. She wanted to hide her family from her coven. In exchange she provided Sean with a potion known as Iblis Blood. The relationship was strictly business until the woman passed. Instead of giving up on the potion, Sean had instead decided to make the witch's daughter Mia keep the deal he and her mother made. He is stationed at the Operation Humanity base outside of Ember Grove and often sleeps there.

》G r o u p
Operation Humanity

》P r e f e r r e d W e a p on (s)
Rifles, pistols, proton dual blades, and a trusty baseball bat.

》C o m b a t S k i l l s
Three minimum, five maximum.
✡ The use of all manner of firearms. Always open to get his hands on a new toy.
✡ Can use his surroundings and be innovative in combat
✡ Proficient in the use of two short swords, but not preferred
✡ Does not fight fair. Will use any advantage or tools available to win.
✡ Uses a black baseball bat that has been enchanted with an intermediate level protection spell that activates when it strikes the target of protection twice. It only works on one target at a time and its range is only as large as a single room.

》E x p e r i m e n t?
Uses an experimental drug concocted by a witch that secretly provides it to him. The drug known as Iblis Blood grants Sean with the ability to activate and deactivate a temporary boost similar to but greater than an adrenaline rush, but on command. Iblis Blood can be consumed as a deep red liquid, but Sean takes it as a gel tablet to keep his doses standardized.

Risk of heart attack if activated 6 times or for over an hour without deactivation
If used beyond the healthy limits, Sean becomes extremely fatigued for up to four hours
Needs to consume it daily for it to work daily. May be addicted, but he would never admit it.

》W e a k n e s s e s
Three minimum.
✡ Becomes very paranoid when he feels like he's not in control of a situation
✡ Underestimates himself without Iblis Blood which negatively impacts his combat performance
✡ Little to almost no experience combating witches.
✡ Can hesitate when killing a creature if they show a great deal of humanity.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Sean Stone
Age: 26
Date of Birth: 3 October 1993
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Tampa, Florida

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6ft
Weight: 185
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Fair, slightly tanned
Eye Color: Brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Associates include Operation Humanity members and one stubborn witch in hiding by the name of Amna Ismat
Siblings' Status: Only Child
Parents' Status: Alive
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 6
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 4

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
Three minimum.
✡ Saving lives
✡ A challenge whether it's healthy or not
✡ Steak…
✡ Studying everything Hunter
✡ Having a mission
✡ A good joke here and there
Dislikes:
Three minimum.
✡ Negative Actions of the supernatural
✡ Failing to save a life
✡ Not being prepared
✡ Wasting Time
✡ Bickering
Hobbies:
Three minimum.
✡ Eating Steak
✡ Planning his next move
✡ Shooting at the range
✡ People watching
✡ Exercise
Skills:
Three minimum.
✡ Highly observant of his surroundings (for his own wellbeing)
✡ Keeping Secrets/Telling a Lie
✡ Being a distraction

》P e r s o n a l i t y
Sean is a bit of a mystery to most who know him. Old friends, work colleagues, and even family. One thing most could agree on was that he was highly driven. When Sean set his attention on a task, he stuck to it like an obsession. Saying he's a workaholic would be accurate.

Sean often finds it hard to relate to others in his life that have experienced hardships. He can see the difference in the eyes of those who have lost so much to the supernatural and his own. Unlike some of his peers, Sean doesn't hold some vendetta or is out for revenge. He hunts the supernatural to protect those that are unable to defend themselves. His reasoning allows him to keep a level head in a fight with any foe, but his weakness is that he finds it hard to believe all supernatural are evil, especially recently. Seeing supernatural creatures showcasing a moment of humanity cause him to hesitate in acting against them. At the same time, he doesn't negotiate with any supernatural that chooses to live what they may deem their natural lives which may, in turn, threaten the lives of humans. After getting a kill, one might notice a sliver of remorse in his body language. His job is his duty. He doesn't enjoy having to go so far, but he knows he must for 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 in order for his team to succeed. For instance, he doesn't share his supplier or the contents of the supernatural drug he uses to grant him an edge in battle, but his close colleagues are aware he's taking some kind of performance enhancer. He tells people what he thinks they need to know, but only that.

》H i s t o r y
Sean was born to a normal family with a fairly normal upbringing. He was just an only child who had the dream of becoming a police officer and was set on the path after he and his mother were rescued after a car accident that left their vehicle turned over after going off the road. It actually hadn't been an officer, but just a man who had witnessed the accident. With both of them safely removed from the vehicle during their time in need, Sean learned two things. He wanted to be like that man and help others, and much later he realized, you didn't need a badge to do just that.

At the age of 17, he enlisted in the United States Army for two years active duty as a military policeman. His main motivator for serving was to two fast track himself into the police academy. When he was nineteen and a summer away from going for the police academy, he found himself in a situation that he would never forget. His friend Keith had been a guy he had always gotten along with since the two met at a shooting range as teenagers. Their fathers were familiar with each other, but the young teens became the best of friends, bonding in their enjoyment of firearms. Keith didn't join the service and at one point was a bit distant, but the two had taken an evening to hit up a beach party in Clearwater. It was a good time until the later hours. There were about a dozen people drunkenly laughing and vibing when a snarling stage D vampire walked up onto the scene. One man was immediately grabbed a bitten when he approached the creature thinking it was some junkie. Keith was the only one who knew any better. Sean attempted to draw on the creature, but only got one shot to land, a shot that was easily ignored as it approached. While confused as to how something so frail looking could shrug off a 9mm at point-blank without so much as a flinch, Keith moved in front and fired two shots to the creature's chest and dropped it. Same caliber, practically the same pistol. The two then fled the scene while Keith made some odd phone calls. Keith had attempted to talk Sean down during the ride back to Tampa, but he had seen too much and wasn't going to let it go. Keith took him to his place and eventually explained.

Keith was in the family business of killing vampires. They were a small group that was located in the Tampa Bay area. Keith's family had been working in the area for several years. Keith was reluctant, but Sean was persistent. The more he learned about vampires, the more he wanted to go out and stop them. To him, they were the true criminals that never got caught. An enemy to humanity. Sean traded police academy in for some training and hunting with Keith. The two made a great team, but Sean felt they should be doing more. Playing more offensively. He went on hunts Keith wasn't comfortable with, he investigated vampire clans for hours on hours. Sean solving cases and killing vampires for sure, but he was also struggling with money. Keith's family was fine with helping Sean a bit, but it was barely enough. He had heard of Operation Humanity from Keith once but was told he was better off just quitting than going to them. He almost thought of quitting and getting an actual job, maybe even the police force.

In his time of considering, he came and Operation Humanity had wound up hunting the same suspected vampire in Georgia. Sean had a hunch that he was hunting a stage D vampire, due to the state of its victims. When Sean went head to head with what was a lycan and his soon to be victims, he found himself ill-prepared. Not only did the beast incapacitate him with a swift backhand into a tree, but it attacked the victims who cried out in response. Sean passed out before he snapped back awake to the sound of automatic gunfire. He found the lycan riddled with silver bullets. Sean would have died that night if Operation Humanity hadn't been there. He was devastated by the loss of life that occurred that night due to not being prepared. That was the same night they recruited him and opened his eyes to knowledge of lycans and witches as well. He joined a team dedicated to eradicating a savage werewolf pack in Georgia and learned to hunt the new deadly foe. If only his first encounter with a witch would have been the one to be straightforward.

Sean had gotten word that there was a witch coven operating within Atlanta, and though it wasn't in his scope, the man moved to raid the coven. To his surprise, what he found was not three ghoulish pale-skinned women huddled around a sacrificial child, but a family birthday party. He was sure they knew what kind of man he was, but he fled the scene before they could have a chance to act. That was the first night he questioned hunting. Operation Humanity had not yet tasked him to kill any witches, but what if they eventually did? He'd have to kill creatures that looked like people? It troubled him until he was assigned to hunt a small coven dabbling in necromancy.

When he was readying up for his next assignment, Sean was visited by a young woman… One of the witches from the birthday party he had barged into and fled. She wanted to flee her coven. She wanted to live what she called a normal life. Sean agreed to help her and used the location of his new assignment to move her there and away from her coven. It was also somewhat of a test. If this woman indeed wanted to live a normal life, then she would abstain from joining the coven he knew was present in Ember Grove. At the same time, he is currently using her as a way to gain first-hand knowledge about witches and to provide an edge in his combat of the supernatural. He is stationed at the Operation Humanity base outside of Ember Grove and often sleeps there.

》G r o u p

》P r e f e r r e d W e a p on (s)
Rifles, pistols, proton dual blades, and a trusty baseball bat.

》C o m b a t S k i l l s
Three minimum, five maximum.
✡ The use of all manner of firearms. Always open to get his hands on a new toy.
✡ Can use his surroundings and be innovative in combat
✡ Proficient in the use of two short swords, but not preferred
✡ Does not fight fair. Will use any advantage or tools available to win.
✡ Uses a black baseball bat that has been enchanted with an intermediate level protection spell that activates when it strikes the target of protection twice. It only works on one target at a time and its range is only as large as a single room.

》E x p e r i m e n t?
Uses an experimental drug concocted by a witch that secretly provides it to him. The drug known as Iblis Blood grants Sean with the ability to activate and deactivate a temporary boost similar to but greater than an adrenaline rush, but on command. Iblis Blood can be consumed as a deep red liquid, but Sean takes it as a gel tablet to keep his doses standardized.

Risk of heart attack if activated 6 times or for over an hour without deactivation
If used beyond the healthy limits, Sean becomes extremely fatigued for up to four hours
Needs to consume it daily for it to work daily. May be addicted, but he would never admit it.

》W e a k n e s s e s
Three minimum.
✡ Becomes very paranoid when he feels like he's not in control of a situation
✡ Underestimates himself without Iblis Blood which negatively impacts his combat performance
✡ Little to almost no experience combating witches.
✡ Can hesitate when killing a creature if they show a great deal of humanity.

Avalia

Time: Late Morning into Noon
Location: Edena, Daka Island
Interaction with: Myra @13org

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"This is ours?" Darius was awestruck. He had never lived in a room this luxurious or spacious in his life. He walked towards the bed and trailed his fingers along the soft blanket on top. "It's like a room for a king… I can't imagine what the actual king's room looks like." Darius turned to spot Myra taking in the room's extravagance in her own adorable way. The sight brought a cheerful smile to Darius' face. "This room is almost too much… I mean, Myra and I have been camping out since day one..." Darius then watched Myra embracing the bed and its soft covers. He let out a chuckle when she wrapped herself in it with just her head poking out.

"What are you doing?" He laughed as he sat on the bed beside her and rubbed her favorite spot on the back of her neck. He relaxed feeling the soft patch of fur was no longer bristled like it had been before. "If you like it, I love it Myra." His eyes then trailed off at the rest of the large room until he finally found Kol still waiting quietly by the door. The dark elf's eyes met his gaze, which seemed to ease the smile off of Darius' face. The elf was just so serious. "So what happens now? Actually, what happens after we’re done eating? Is that when the training begins?” It was so early in the day, Darius figured there had to be more to do. Sure he could just take it easy until tomorrow, but Kol had made a point earlier. He needed to become more powerful and he wouldn’t get there if he didn’t train. Darius already knew how to train his body, but magic and combat were totally out of his realm.

“As much as I would like you to hit the ground running, we need to make a few purchases using your 5,000 amas in a market north of the castle. It might have been better if you had retained the bulk of your reward. You may have been able to purchase more, but the 5,000 will have to do.” Kol gave a quick nod to the hallway, prompting the group to leave the room and head back down to the dining area. Zorrah had just set down their plates, with Myra's actually having almost five times more steak than Darius. I could have sworn she said thrice more. Once the three were seated, Kol spoke once more. “You should be aware that your element of water is a fine element to master. Almost as fine as the darkness itself.” Kol said with an almost proud look on his face.

“Water? Seriously? Listen, if people that could use water actually had the ability to change the state of it, then I might agree. But plain ol’ water isn’t doing anything but putting out a fire.” Darius had taken a break from his steak, which was delicious by the way, to address the dark elf’s mention of his element. Kol raised an eyebrow at the response, but slightly leaned forward to engage Darius in discussion.

“Any weapon you wield can be as deadly as you make it and water is one of the most versatile weapons you could ever wield. It can fill an empty space to completeness, carve mountains with its pressure, and quell flames with ease. You may be blind now, but I will show you. Like my darkness, your power is granted by the moons, maybe even blessed by Halastra herself… formless and with the ability to devour your enemies in its embrace.” Before Kol left Darius to his food, he informed the young man that he would meet him out in the garden and to wear something warm as they’d be traveling even further north. While Darius and Myra ate their meal, their room was stocked with fresh linens, clothes, and toiletries. Oh and the bed was also remade. Their room was especially stocked with warmer clothes suited for colder weather as winter was beginning to creep up on Daka Island.

As Darius prepared to travel within the living quarters, he thought about what Kol had said. Not the weird part about the moons, but more so on the usefulness water might have. I guess he has a point, BUT fire is still so much cooler. I have what I have though, so I’m going to need to just make the best of it. Shapes are easy… I just need output. Darius seemed to be deep in thought before getting a peek at the entrance to the bathroom on the far end of the living quarters. He walked over, eager to check it out and possibly put it to use.

”Myra look! It’s a bathroom… Whoa, it’s a… real bathroom.” Darius didn’t expect to see what appeared to be a modernized bathroom. “This world is so weird. We had to walk and take a paddle boat all the way to this place, but they have plumbing all figured out.” Darius looked down at Myra with a smile. “This is where you can clean yourself.” Darius walked over to the shower and turned the knob slightly, allowing some water to lightly shoot out of the shower head. He placed his hand under the water and rubbed it to simulate washing. “Shower.” Darius smiled before turning off the water and moving to the toilet. “Uhh… You can do your secret stuff here! Um… You just sit down and let it come out. Then…” Darius pulled the knob and flushed the toilet. If anything, I’m sure she’ll do it outside. Darius’ hand then rested on the sink.

“And the sink. You can wash your hands… Oh! And you can…” Darius looked on the surface of the sink and spotted a two toothbrushes amongst some other toiletry items and products. One black, and the other red. He grabbed the black one quickly followed by the toothpaste. After turning on the water and getting the bristles wet, he squeezed a bit of toothpaste onto the toothbrush. He looked to Myra with a bright smile of excitement. “Watch this Myra. You should do this twice a day or whenever I do it I guess. Or maybe you don’t need to… I mean… I don’t know the science of it or if it even applies here or to a demon... You know what? I’ll just show you anyway." Darius proceeded to brush his teeth with the toothbrush and toothpaste, something he had not had the luxury of doing since his arrival in Avalia. The minty taste in his mouth had been missed as he over-exaggerated brushing his teeth to show Myra everything he was doing. Once he finished and spit into the sink, he lightly blew his minty breath in her face. “Fresh and clean!” Darius chuckled just before looking towards the shower. "I have to change into new clothes anyway…" Darius left the bathroom, removed his cloak and unfastened his black leather armor. Once he removed his cloth undershirt and running sneakers, he headed towards the bathroom. “Myra, I’m going to the shower for a bit. You can have fun on the bed and see how comfy it really is or check out some of the warm clothes we'll need for our trip.” He nodded to the large bed before entering the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. No more cold streams or water spickets! Let’s do this!” Darius wasted no time getting in and taking a real shower for the first time in a week.