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Remus Lupin

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Basic Information

Name Remus Lupin
Age 16

Gender Male

Marked? No

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Appearance

Kate has a rather tall, slender figure making her height reach 5’9” which, as she has been told quite often when she was growing up and reaching into her height, was just ‘too tall’ for a woman but with the teasing came confidence and she now carries herself as such, head held high with a purpose in each step she takes that carries her assurance all the way down her back and deep into her legs. Her skin is a bit darker than most people of her ethnicity, but she is very Caucasian. Her darker complexion really brings out the natural pink tint to her lips and her thick dark eyelashes that make her brown eyes look just a bit bigger than they actually are. For the most part she believes in a natural look, using maybe a small amount of eyeliner and perhaps a spot of red lipstick from time to time, but she keeps herself simple; minimalistic, as she has more important things to worry about than her looks. As such, she keeps her dark brown hair a tolerable length just reaching her jawline. Not too short to throw up into a ponytail, and not too long to have to spend hours styling every day.

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Skills and Talents

Overall Role Wand-Maker | Duelist

Talents

Wand-Making is a skill that has been passed down from generation upon generation in the Ollivander family. Very few who are born into it do not have the gift. Along with the business came an increased knowledge and outstanding memory that almost rivals even her grandfathers, though she still has much to learn about the business.

Transfiguration and Charms has always been very solid subjects of Kate’s. Even as a child, the first signs of magic that she showed being small instances of turning some of her toys into live animals like mice and birds who she would often spend hours afterwards playing with until the spell wore off, putting the smallest charms on them like how to sing a different song or change the color of their fur. What are considered to be difficult subjects to master, Kate was able to do at an early age; even in school she was advanced a few years’ classes to be with those who had similar abilities, though was almost always at the top. As of her twentieth birthday, Kate became a registered animangi when she started experimenting with transfiguration spells on herself, promptly turning herself into a rare-colored silver fox though small in relative stature.

Kate is a reasonably seasoned duelist (though nothing professional or specially trained) due to her knowledge of wandlore and ability to identify spells easily, which in turn also allows her to be familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of different wands. It is also due to her familiarity of wands that Kate is also versatile when it comes to using other peoples wands, having tried out a few in the shop while a student and getting a few various types to work for her with reasonably successful success.

Apparition is a somewhat self-explained talent; most witches and wizards capable of the feat, however Kate prefers traveling by Floo Powder if ever given the choice. Or by foot.

Weaknesses

Because Kate spends whatever free time she has in bookland, Kate often times forgets important appointments or scheduled meetings in which she is supposed to attend, oftentimes making her very late to certain functions. As such, Kate has spent most of her life in the cozy confines of a closed-off room, whether it be a library, a study or her own room, reading and reading until her heart is content but lacks the physical exercise and experience to be athletically adept meaning when it comes down to brass tacks and the only situation is to run, Kate will not do very well.

Although skilled in Charms and Transfiguration, all other magic studies that had fallen upon Kate did not stick as well as she would have hoped after she graduated from Hogwarts. Potion making, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts – although she retains a very basic knowledge on such fields and more, she very rarely counts on these skills to get her anywhere, sticking to what she knows and leaving it at that.

Kate’s personality is hammered into her hard, always seeing the good in others even though she has every reason not to trust them or offer them a second chance. Kate has a pure heart, and though oftentimes one would think that would be a good thing, it has often led Kate down a path of being used, abused and stepped on, but she refuses to see bad in a person just because a few wrong decisions. Even Lord Voldemort, she believes, has a reason to be doing what he is doing and believes that he is doing the right thing. Call her a romanticist with her head filled of fairytales and happy endings, but she hopes that Voldemort, and people like them, can find their happy ending someday on a much less destructive path. She is smart enough, however, to know how to defend herself when the time calls, but she will avoid fighting at most any costs.

Favourite Spells
Accio - Summons an object

Confundo - Causes the victim to be confused and befuddled

Everte Statum - Throws the victim backward, similarly to if they'd been thrown

Expecto Patronum - Creates a Patronus (in Kate’s case a white fox)

Expelliarmus - Disarms your opponent

Fianto Duri - A defensive charm which, based on the etymology, strengthens shield spells, and perhaps objects in general, in a similar way to Duro

Homorphus Charm - Causes an Animagus or transfigured object to assume its normal shape

Imperturbable Charm - Makes objects such as doors impenetrable (by everything, including sounds and objects)

Petrificus Totalus - Body bind

Smokescreen Spell - Creates a defensive cloud of smoke from the tip of the wand

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Biography

Views

Kate was raised to be around all sorts of people and creatures and therefore has a very open view on them. Giants, Veela, Centaurs – Kate sees no difference. It is her firm belief that the decisions that someone makes determines who they are, not how or to who they were born. This crosses over to pure-blood families as well as Muggleborns, believing that each person is defined by their heart – not their status of magic they were born into.

That doesn’t go without saying, however, that Kate is a small bit weary of pure-bloods given their snobbish, pristine reputation but while more hesitant to open herself up around them, she still ‘judges’ their character based on her own personal observations by ‘looking’ into their heart. The same can be said for Goblins.

History

Born into a somewhat small family on September 25th, 1972, Kate's parents knew immediately that she would grow up to amount to her grandfather, Garrick Ollivander, as they shared the same birthday. Related to the famed wand-maker on her father’s side, Kate grew up knowing the importance and weight that her name carried; generations upon generations of wand makers dating back to England in 382 B.C. She showed much promise in her skills as a child. Introduced to the business of wand-making ever since she was old enough to hold one, Kate learned at an early age how to improve upon the cores and wand wood used to develop a better-suited wand.

She went to Hogwarts in 1983, able to make her own wand from scratch under the careful supervision of her grandfather and father before getting to school. She gained a proficient knowledge in Charms and Transfiguration while at Hogwarts (sorted into Ravenclaw like a great majority of her family), both of which she adored and excelled in greatly given her prior background and upbringing with the subjects. She spent her summers and winter holidays every year in Diagon Alley, helping her Grandpa out in the shop and learning more and more about what it was to be a wand maker. He taught her firsthand how to locate wand woods and core substances, how to marry them together and even got into learning how to match them to the owners that would forever remember the name Ollivander.

After Kate graduated from Hogwarts in 1990, she took up a permanent residence in her grandfather’s shop in Diagon Alley, paying her way by helping out in the back with inventory and making new wands while Garrick continued to assist people in the front. She didn’t mind the behind the scenes work, it often gave her time to catch up on her reading anytime a new novel came out from the bookstore just down the street. Times were getting harder for Witches and Wizards – one of the many reasons Garrick kept her in the back of the shop but for the most part, Ollivander’s Wand Shop remained a safe place to be. The world would always need wands...

Until a few years later when the attacks on Diagon Alley became more and more frequent. Even Ollivander's Wand Shop wasn't safe from the likes of Voldemort and his followers. A great number of occasions left the place muddled up which took Garrick and Kate weeks to clean up, only for it to be attacked again. Finally, after months of living in fear on when the next attack would be, it happened, and Kate found herself in her very first lethal duel. She doesn't remember much of the fight, an entire row of wands had been toppled over on top of her while she tried to defend her home and grandfather, but when she woke up, Garrick was gone and the shop utterly destroyed. Without a home and a missing grandfather, Kate was forced back to her father's home where she had been born, but that too had been destroyed and her parents were nowhere to be found.

Taking off on her own for a while (for she had very little choice), Kate learned what the real world truly was like as it seemed she had been shielded from its darkness her whole life until the last few months. A rude wakeup call - Kate was determined more now than ever in wanting to help; or at least to be a voice to return the world to what it should have been and to even find her missing family. She didn’t know exactly what she could do, she had proved to be a mere annoyance in the wake of a handful of Death Eaters, but she knew in her heart it was the right thing to do, for her family's sake.

She found the Ashes shortly after, taking up residency and working behind the scenes with them by lending her services in complex charms and wand making/repair. She has been with them for a little over a year now, though most don’t even know who she is since she spends less time out on the field working with others and more time in the offices doing the work that most don’t even know is needed.

Wand

9” Oak, Unicorn Tail Hair

Oak signifies wisdom, endurance, protection, and authority. Your unicorn's tail hair core means that you are pure of heart and care deeply for your loved ones.

Patronus

Fox - Patience, wisdom, intelligence, adaptability. Fox people can be high strung or exceedingly calm, charismatic or mysterious, prone to stand out or blend in, keep peace or make mischief. They tend to be partially rooted in the spirit world, living day to day in sort of a 'world between'. Foxes are a strong symbol of femininity, shape-shifting, illusion, and magic.

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Sirius Black

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Basic Information

Name Sirius Black

Age 16

Birthday November 3rd, 1959

Gender Male

Year 5th

Marked? No

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Appearance

Kate has a rather tall, slender figure making her height reach 5’9” which, as she has been told quite often when she was growing up and reaching into her height, was just ‘too tall’ for a woman but with the teasing came confidence and she now carries herself as such, head held high with a purpose in each step she takes that carries her assurance all the way down her back and deep into her legs. Her skin is a bit darker than most people of her ethnicity, but she is very Caucasian. Her darker complexion really brings out the natural pink tint to her lips and her thick dark eyelashes that make her brown eyes look just a bit bigger than they actually are. For the most part she believes in a natural look, using maybe a small amount of eyeliner and perhaps a spot of red lipstick from time to time, but she keeps herself simple; minimalistic, as she has more important things to worry about than her looks. As such, she keeps her dark brown hair a tolerable length just reaching her jawline. Not too short to throw up into a ponytail, and not too long to have to spend hours styling every day.

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Skills and Talents

Overall Role Wand-Maker | Duelist

Talents

Wand-Making is a skill that has been passed down from generation upon generation in the Ollivander family. Very few who are born into it do not have the gift. Along with the business came an increased knowledge and outstanding memory that almost rivals even her grandfathers, though she still has much to learn about the business.

Transfiguration and Charms has always been very solid subjects of Kate’s. Even as a child, the first signs of magic that she showed being small instances of turning some of her toys into live animals like mice and birds who she would often spend hours afterwards playing with until the spell wore off, putting the smallest charms on them like how to sing a different song or change the color of their fur. What are considered to be difficult subjects to master, Kate was able to do at an early age; even in school she was advanced a few years’ classes to be with those who had similar abilities, though was almost always at the top. As of her twentieth birthday, Kate became a registered animangi when she started experimenting with transfiguration spells on herself, promptly turning herself into a rare-colored silver fox though small in relative stature.

Kate is a reasonably seasoned duelist (though nothing professional or specially trained) due to her knowledge of wandlore and ability to identify spells easily, which in turn also allows her to be familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of different wands. It is also due to her familiarity of wands that Kate is also versatile when it comes to using other peoples wands, having tried out a few in the shop while a student and getting a few various types to work for her with reasonably successful success.

Apparition is a somewhat self-explained talent; most witches and wizards capable of the feat, however Kate prefers traveling by Floo Powder if ever given the choice. Or by foot.

Weaknesses

Because Kate spends whatever free time she has in bookland, Kate often times forgets important appointments or scheduled meetings in which she is supposed to attend, oftentimes making her very late to certain functions. As such, Kate has spent most of her life in the cozy confines of a closed-off room, whether it be a library, a study or her own room, reading and reading until her heart is content but lacks the physical exercise and experience to be athletically adept meaning when it comes down to brass tacks and the only situation is to run, Kate will not do very well.

Although skilled in Charms and Transfiguration, all other magic studies that had fallen upon Kate did not stick as well as she would have hoped after she graduated from Hogwarts. Potion making, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts – although she retains a very basic knowledge on such fields and more, she very rarely counts on these skills to get her anywhere, sticking to what she knows and leaving it at that.

Kate’s personality is hammered into her hard, always seeing the good in others even though she has every reason not to trust them or offer them a second chance. Kate has a pure heart, and though oftentimes one would think that would be a good thing, it has often led Kate down a path of being used, abused and stepped on, but she refuses to see bad in a person just because a few wrong decisions. Even Lord Voldemort, she believes, has a reason to be doing what he is doing and believes that he is doing the right thing. Call her a romanticist with her head filled of fairytales and happy endings, but she hopes that Voldemort, and people like them, can find their happy ending someday on a much less destructive path. She is smart enough, however, to know how to defend herself when the time calls, but she will avoid fighting at most any costs.

Favourite Spells
Accio - Summons an object

Confundo - Causes the victim to be confused and befuddled

Everte Statum - Throws the victim backward, similarly to if they'd been thrown

Expecto Patronum - Creates a Patronus (in Kate’s case a white fox)

Expelliarmus - Disarms your opponent

Fianto Duri - A defensive charm which, based on the etymology, strengthens shield spells, and perhaps objects in general, in a similar way to Duro

Homorphus Charm - Causes an Animagus or transfigured object to assume its normal shape

Imperturbable Charm - Makes objects such as doors impenetrable (by everything, including sounds and objects)

Petrificus Totalus - Body bind

Smokescreen Spell - Creates a defensive cloud of smoke from the tip of the wand

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Biography

Views

Kate was raised to be around all sorts of people and creatures and therefore has a very open view on them. Giants, Veela, Centaurs – Kate sees no difference. It is her firm belief that the decisions that someone makes determines who they are, not how or to who they were born. This crosses over to pure-blood families as well as Muggleborns, believing that each person is defined by their heart – not their status of magic they were born into.

That doesn’t go without saying, however, that Kate is a small bit weary of pure-bloods given their snobbish, pristine reputation but while more hesitant to open herself up around them, she still ‘judges’ their character based on her own personal observations by ‘looking’ into their heart. The same can be said for Goblins.

History

Born into a somewhat small family on September 25th, 1972, Kate's parents knew immediately that she would grow up to amount to her grandfather, Garrick Ollivander, as they shared the same birthday. Related to the famed wand-maker on her father’s side, Kate grew up knowing the importance and weight that her name carried; generations upon generations of wand makers dating back to England in 382 B.C. She showed much promise in her skills as a child. Introduced to the business of wand-making ever since she was old enough to hold one, Kate learned at an early age how to improve upon the cores and wand wood used to develop a better-suited wand.

She went to Hogwarts in 1983, able to make her own wand from scratch under the careful supervision of her grandfather and father before getting to school. She gained a proficient knowledge in Charms and Transfiguration while at Hogwarts (sorted into Ravenclaw like a great majority of her family), both of which she adored and excelled in greatly given her prior background and upbringing with the subjects. She spent her summers and winter holidays every year in Diagon Alley, helping her Grandpa out in the shop and learning more and more about what it was to be a wand maker. He taught her firsthand how to locate wand woods and core substances, how to marry them together and even got into learning how to match them to the owners that would forever remember the name Ollivander.

After Kate graduated from Hogwarts in 1990, she took up a permanent residence in her grandfather’s shop in Diagon Alley, paying her way by helping out in the back with inventory and making new wands while Garrick continued to assist people in the front. She didn’t mind the behind the scenes work, it often gave her time to catch up on her reading anytime a new novel came out from the bookstore just down the street. Times were getting harder for Witches and Wizards – one of the many reasons Garrick kept her in the back of the shop but for the most part, Ollivander’s Wand Shop remained a safe place to be. The world would always need wands...

Until a few years later when the attacks on Diagon Alley became more and more frequent. Even Ollivander's Wand Shop wasn't safe from the likes of Voldemort and his followers. A great number of occasions left the place muddled up which took Garrick and Kate weeks to clean up, only for it to be attacked again. Finally, after months of living in fear on when the next attack would be, it happened, and Kate found herself in her very first lethal duel. She doesn't remember much of the fight, an entire row of wands had been toppled over on top of her while she tried to defend her home and grandfather, but when she woke up, Garrick was gone and the shop utterly destroyed. Without a home and a missing grandfather, Kate was forced back to her father's home where she had been born, but that too had been destroyed and her parents were nowhere to be found.

Taking off on her own for a while (for she had very little choice), Kate learned what the real world truly was like as it seemed she had been shielded from its darkness her whole life until the last few months. A rude wakeup call - Kate was determined more now than ever in wanting to help; or at least to be a voice to return the world to what it should have been and to even find her missing family. She didn’t know exactly what she could do, she had proved to be a mere annoyance in the wake of a handful of Death Eaters, but she knew in her heart it was the right thing to do, for her family's sake.

She found the Ashes shortly after, taking up residency and working behind the scenes with them by lending her services in complex charms and wand making/repair. She has been with them for a little over a year now, though most don’t even know who she is since she spends less time out on the field working with others and more time in the offices doing the work that most don’t even know is needed.

Wand

9” Oak, Unicorn Tail Hair

Oak signifies wisdom, endurance, protection, and authority. Your unicorn's tail hair core means that you are pure of heart and care deeply for your loved ones.

Patronus

Fox - Patience, wisdom, intelligence, adaptability. Fox people can be high strung or exceedingly calm, charismatic or mysterious, prone to stand out or blend in, keep peace or make mischief. They tend to be partially rooted in the spirit world, living day to day in sort of a 'world between'. Foxes are a strong symbol of femininity, shape-shifting, illusion, and magic.

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Kyran Le Rouge

Kyran Le Rouge

~General information~

Name Kyran Le Rouge
Age 1366
Gender Male
Place of Origin Transylvania, Romania
Species Original Vampire
Appearance

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single - Formerly Engaged
Sexuality: Straight
Partner: None at this time
Pet/s: Human Slaves
Other: Middle Child of Three

~Personal Information~

Personality:
Firstly, Kyran is incredibly conceited and self-centered. His only priority is himself which he often-times refers to as "the better child." He is incredibly boastful and cocky and flaunts the fact quite frequently that he is immortal. If threatened Kyran will stop at nothing to prove himself better than those who challenge him, and when losing, he somehow twists his words to make himself the Victor in one way or another. He doesn't know how to lose.

In battle, whether it be verbal or physical, he is extremely cut-throat and merciless. He has taken many lives without a second thought, instilling fear in others for facing the literal beast. It has been noted by many that a fire takes place in his eyes when he has had a victory. This fire, coupled with a twisted, smug smile on his face is a thirst for bloodshed that he simply gets drunk off of, and had become addicted to. He is drunk with his Original Vampire power and feeds whenever he feels his powers start to lessen, rather than out of necessity.

He holds no remorse for those he kills, instead finding pleasure out of the last moments a person has before he ends their life. He laughs at his pain, showing no weakness where he can help it. His hardened exterior can be chipped away, however, when a woman or two come into play, as he is a bit of a womanizer and has a pretty high sexual drive. But he will never put a woman on too high of a priority level, especially when his reputation is on the line.

When enticed, he can be quite charming and ever the smooth-talker. This, along with his bad boy nature, for some reason, always manages to have a handful of girls out for his attention and hanging off his arm. It is during these times that Kyran grows rather lazy and would rather lounge about, doing nothing but enjoying the company of women who want him than to actually leave the castle and make something of his life.

Abilities:
Because of how they were created, being centered around immortality, an Original Vampire's powers and abilities are the most advanced and by far the most superior against any other species, however immortals with incredible mental strength do pose as a problem.

Super Strength: As an original, Kyran is considerably stronger than other immortals including (but not limited to) other vampires, werewolves, supernatural hunters, evolved werewolves, hybrids and especially humans. He is capable of decapitating with a single chop of his bare hands, shattering windows and doors with small objects and tearing out the hearts of others and does so whenever he sees fit.

Super Speed: Kyran is also much faster than the other species. He is capable of stopping other supernatural species in their tracks and can run miles in mere minutes. His reflexes, also, are significantly heightened.

Super Agility: Kyran also possesses more superhuman agility than most other supernatural. Able to move quickly, Kyran can also jump extraordinarily high and climb and run incredibly fast without difficulty or exhaustion.

Super Senses: Kyran's sense of hearing, sight and smell far exceed that of other species. He is able to distinguish an original from a regular vampire by smell alone, and in turn is able to differentiate the other supernaturals from humans as well. Hybrids are a bit more difficult to discern, though most of the time Kyran is right in his assumptions.

Super Durability: Since he is an Original, Kyran can take far more physical trauma than other supernaturals. Though he feels pain like any other would, the only thing that has been known to kill an original is a stake from the white ash oak, which has since burnt down. Wooden stakes and even white ash daggers can incapacitate him for several minutes to several hours depending on placement, but he will eventually recover.

Healing Factor: Injuries of Original vampires heal faster than those of other supernaturals, especially when exposed to vervain or wood. Kyran is able to heal, recover or regenerate from any and all injuries in a matter of seconds. Even a werewolf bite, though causing pain, weakness and hallucinations, will heal completely within minutes. Poisons, venom and even vervain-laced liquid can also be quickly recovered from. The more severe the injury, obviously, will take longer to heal. It is possible for Kyran to have scars remain for a few days from a fatal gunshot or stab wound. However, the fact that Kyran drinks fresh, human blood on a regular basis keeps his healing speed very quick.

Immortality: Original vampires are immortal. They do not physically age and are immune to all illnesses, toxins, poisons and human diseases or physical conditions. The only physical weapon that can bring permanent death to an Original is the White Oak Stake which killed his brother.

Enhanced Emotions: Original Vampires experience emotions more powerfully than humans. Emotions like love, joy, and happiness are intensified for vampires allowing them to live life more intensely. This ability allows Kyran to feel emotions at his peak regardless of his age.

Mind Compulsion: Original Vampires can control and influence the thoughts, emotions, behavior, actions and memories of humans, non-original Vampires and non-original werewolf-vampire hybrids. They cannot however compel witches, immortals, or werewolves/evolved werewolves.

Sire Bond: Although rare among them, Sire Bonds can be formed when a human or even a hybrid is turned with the blood of the vampire whom they have strong feelings for.

Telepathy: Original vampires have one of the strongest minds in the world which allows them to enter the conscious of those with weaker minds. Most of the time, it requires touch to make a connection, though if he really wanted to, Kyran would be able to do so with only his mind with any species from a fair amount of distance.

Dream Manipulation: Original vampires can control dreams and the subconscious. They can produce and modify dreams, bestow nightmares or lucid dreaming. Other effects of this ability is the ability to distort perceptions of reality and being able to trap someone in their dreams.

Illusions: Original Vampires have the power to trick the minds of others into seeing/feeling things that aren't actually happening.

True Face: An Original Vampire's true face is the appearance they are hiding under their normal human face. When an Original Vampire's true face is revealed, the sclera of their eyes turns blood-red, dark veins appear under their eyes as the blood pumps forcefully through them, and their canine teeth extend into razor-sharp fangs. An Original Vampire's true face can be revealed whenever they wish, but it will appear against their will whenever they are aroused by the scent of blood, or are feeling intense emotions such as anger, lust, sadness, etc. An Original Vampire's fangs are extremely sharp which gives them the ability to tear into almost any substance (including and especially flesh) and tear off limbs. With the fangs come the darkened veins under the eyes as well.

Skills:
Stalking: Kyran has a lot of patience and with his Vampiric skills, it allows him to become a fantastic stalker. He's quiet and prefers to let things draw out so that he can learn as much information as he can before he strikes. This can be on something as simple as hunting down a human for feeding, learning to play on their biggest fears or helping them to get their adrenaline pumping by letting them know they are getting stalked without ever actually seeing him. Or he can simply choose someone he wants to know information on and follow them without any intention of actually hurting them, only wanting to hear or observe something from them that they probably don't want to be known.

Great Host: Kyran has hosted a great deal of parties at his castle and each one always somehow seems to outdo the last. There is always plenty of food, drink and entertainment and he is almost always present throughout the whole thing (though may disappear for an hour or two at a time for more "personal" fun). Being quite sociable, he knows just about everyone that ends up at his parties and can talk to any one person for hours and make them feel truly welcome, even if it is just some ploy to get what he wants in the end by feeding their ego or making them feel comfortable when they really shouldn't.

Musically Adept: It was his mother's idea. Kyran has learned to play just about every single musical instrument known to man and beast. Though hating most all of them, Kyran does seem to enjoy playing the acoustic guitar and singing along with his own little rifts he creates. He has used this a time or two to serenade a beautiful lady into his bedroom.

Biography:
Born the middle child of the Royal Family of Transylvania, Kyran was brought up in a position where nothing he ever did needed to be taken seriously. His eldest brother had all the responsibility of being King, while he could blame everything he ever did wrong on his little brother. Truly, it was the perfect placement for Kyran as he abused his position in the Royal Family to do as he pleased and to get what he wanted. He learned very quickly how to lie, manipulate, cheat, and point blame to others for his wrongdoings. He partied, he killed, he fucked, he fed on neighboring cities. Kyran just didn't have any care in the world.

That is until his little brother was given a wife-to-be.

Mercy-Rose Moonwell... A Princess of Original Vampire blood... just how did his little brother end up with a girl like her? She was creamy. She was flawless. And he wanted her. Samael didn't even seem all that interested in her. So Kyran made it known to the woman of his interest, despite the fact that he himself had been given a wife-to-be. No, he wanted Mercy. He couldn't believe his luck when after a very tense battle between his clan and a Werewolf pack that Samael was killed by a White Oak Stake through the heart. Instead of mourning as the rest of his family did, Kyran set his own plans into motion, and over the next hundred or so years, devised a way to get rid of his own fiance so that Mercy could be his truly.

She didn't seem to take to his advances at first, or even after the next thousand years. In fact, she didn't want a bar of him, it seemed. But Kyran always got what he wanted, and so after a rather heated argument between the two of them, Kyran decided to teach the Vampire a lesson and drove a White Oak Dagger into her heart, rendering her incapacitated until he decided to remove it. A hundred years or so should do it.

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Three of who the fuck knows.

Corann Creed

Corann Creed

~General information~

Name Corann Creed
Age 410
Gender Male
Place of Origin Maryhill Glasgow Scotland
Species Druid-Guardian Hybrid
Appearance

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Prefers not to say
Sexuality: Straight
Partner: Unknown
Pet/s: A six year old dog he calls Boris

Other: Corann has two sons, Adair and Ronan, who he has not seen in over fifty years

~Personal Information~

Personality:
Rather strict by nature, Corann takes his job to the upmost seriousness. When advising those he has been tasked to guard, he holds very little time for nonsense and fun, instead taking on a more scholarly outlook to almost everything he does, finding ways to turn the most mundane of things into a lesson. He believes that there is a wisdom in knowledge and that no one man can ever learn enough, whether it be by books or experience.

He is very exceptionally protective of those he is sent to protect, acting as a sort of father and especially so when those he is looking over don't have a father of their own. Through his gruff exterior, he is caring, sweet and compassionate and has even known to be gentle when someone needs it most; usually when his hardened, "tough love" methods give no results.

Though more-or-less patient in most things, perhaps the one thing that grates on Corann's nerves the most is when people ask him about the more personal parts of his past. He is willing to open up and tell stories of his adventures, trials, achievements and even failures, however the subject of his family or even love life result in the man shutting down completely and turning his back; a "mind your own business" sort of signal. It seems that the most simple, nonsensical of things irritate him the most.

Corann is a fierce, loyal soul who refuses to back down from a fight even though he knows it is lost. He will fight until his last dying breath and refuses to lean on others for help if there is immediate danger, somehow deeming it his responsibility. If, however, there is a break between dangers, Corann will assess the situation and turn to those he sees as capable allies or even put himself in a Druid Sleep to help revitalize himself.

Abilities:

Druid Abilities

Druids are essentially witches with certain spell casting abilities, however in more modern times are understood as and called psychics. It is their sole purpose to gather the knowledge of all the races and to preserve and protect the lands. They are a small (rare) race of historians, philosophers, magic wielders, teachers, and researchers.

Elemental Magic: Druid magic draws from the earth, air, fire and water in various forms. Its power is enhanced or weakened by the strength of the user. Luckily, Corann has little-to-no problems with having success with his magic. While most Druids find more success with talismans or some external source, Corann's training has made him quite adept in wielding magic without them and has learned to use his surroundings. More complicated spells require use of the Druid language but allows spell casting such as sealing away a powerful vampire, casting a protection spell or casting a spell to cause harm to a creature.

Intuition: Every Druid has a powerful 6th sense that reveals itself in visions, general feelings, and premonitions. They also have the ability to locate individuals anywhere in the world by concentrating on that individual. Being only half Druid, Corann possesses all of these abilities however his locating people by thought and precision of visions isn't nearly as strong as the others.

Divination: Corann has a very limited ability of being able to see into the future for a short period of time. It is not very precise however it is able to give him a brief idea of what is to come.

Druid Sleep: Druids (and half Druids in Corann's case) can place themselves in a form of suspended animation known as the Druid Sleep. During this time they are rejuvenated and their lives are prolonged, but the Druid Sleep cannot sustain one forever. Towards the end of a Druid's life, the sleep becomes less and less effective, until the Druid's life ends. There has been no limit stated as to the length of time one can remain in the Druid Sleep, but if it is used recklessly, complications can result. The Druid Sleep also can cause sterility in male Druids. It is possible the same might happen to females. The longest sleep Corann has ever taken is fifty years.

Invisibility: Druid magic allows a Druid to leave their bodies in an invisible spirit form - a form of astral projection which allows the user to travel freely, unobserved with limited physical interaction. Corann has quite a bit of difficulty in doing this and does not exercise it often. Another, separate Druid magic is based on the magic of Illusion. They are able to use magic to blend in with their surroundings like a chameleon, to trick or elude enemies. Corann has a lot more success with this.

Guardian Abilities

The Earthly Guardians (as was his mother) are guardians that reside and act on Earth assigned to protect it from demons, vampires, werewolves, Old Ones and evil gods by the Celestial Court. Corann inherited some abilities from his mother, however a lot of her abilities coincide with his father's, making it difficult to differentiate such as elemental magic which is shared by both.

Super Senses: Guardians have learned to control their senses of hearing, vision, taste, touch and smell. There senses are as advanced as Vampires.

Telepathy Guardians can communicate non verbally, using their mental senses depending on the guardian they can communicate with someone around the world. Corran has a bit of difficulty with this the further away he is from who he is trying to reach.

Empathy Guardians are able to sense and control the emotions of others. While able to choose to not change someone's emotions, Corran has a hard time turning off that part of him that is able to pick up on other people's emotions.

Sacred Blood The blood of a Guardian is the ultimate weapon used to destroy all evil creatures of the Universe. It is the only weapon that can completely destroy the Old Ones and prevent their resurrection. Being only half guardian, it is unknown that Corran's blood would do.

Skills:
Travel: Not being able to fly or teleport or any other "cool" means of transportation, Corann has learned quite quickly the abilities of "normal" transportation. This includes how to drive a coach, riding horses, sailing, driving a chariot, bike riding, driving, piloting and most currently, motorcycle driving. Not one to like the entrapped feeling of a car, Corann has his own bike he drives to get him places.

Good with animals: Corann has some sort of "animal whispering" skill that makes it much easier for him to get animals to do as he asks. Horses, dogs, cats, birds even - training comes very easy to him and in turn, animals seem to respect him enough to not question his authority.

Swordsmanship Taught at a very young age the art of swordsmanship, Corann has learned how to wield almost every weapon with a blade, though was taught more on how to defend and deflect than how to attack.

Biography:
Born in a celestial domain as the son of an Earth Guardian and a Druid, Corann became perhaps the first hybrid of the two species to have ever existed. He was raised well, taught by both of his parents in a strange yet harmonious blend of the two races. He was well read, scholared and taught many life lessons. He was also taught how to fight and defend with a blade and how to use magic. One of the greater mysteries, however, is that it seemed that Corran inherited each and every one of his parents abilities except for the wings his mother had to offer, and therefore was branded a halfling guardian who could not fly.

Corann excelled in other areas, however, and it wasn't long until he was given his first mission on Earth to protect a child who was prophesied to one day change the tide of battle amongst species. So after learning all his parents had to teach him, Corann was taken to Earth where his true training could begin.

Corann helped to look after the child for a great many years, introducing himself to the parents as her guardian. And as the prophecy would have it, the child grew to be a hero to help bring balance once more to the land that had been threatened. With Corann's job finished, he moved on, traveling the world and learning all it had to offer via scrolls, ancient texts, lore and even stories until he was tasked with a new hero to protect.

Eventually his years brought him to a three year old human girl. He watched over her for a great number of years, helping to shape her into the hero she needed to become and just as the others he had protected in the past, the little girl-turned-woman fulfilled her prophecy and helped see to another golden time. However something was different this time. This time, Corann had fallen in love. Once the area was safe again and it was time for him to leave, Corann instead stayed and married the girl. The two of them had a long, beautiful marriage that sired them two beautiful boys. However when it became apparent that Corann would outlive his wife, he went to a witch to see if there wasn't anything she could do to help them grow old together. What Corann got instead was a curse.

His wife eventually died, the cursed words returning to his mind that he would find her again in another life. Not sure if he believed the crazy old hag or not, Corann put himself in a Druid Sleep where he could rejuvenate himself so that he would be ready for the next task at hand in helping to protect another hero. After a fifty year sleep, Corann woke, the grief not so harsh in his heart, and began again the task he had been born with.

Not fifty more years later, Corran met with a woman who he knew from the moment he laid eyes on her to be the reincarnation of his late wife. It was an emotional period, as the girl had no idea as to who he was or the past life they had together. So Corann got her to fall in love with him again, hoping that at the very least, he would be able to relive the life they once had with one another. But instead of the happiness that they once shared, the moment she conceived what they hoped was only the first of many children together, she died. After another Druid Sleep and running into yet again another reincarnation of her, Corann tried again. This time, after only just getting her to love him again, she died from a vampire attack that he himself barely survived.

Now, after only been awake for a handful of years now, it is clear to Corann that whatever curse the witch put on himself and his late wife was one that would not allow them to be together again. His duty as a guardian keeps him going forward, but he does not know how his heart will fare should he run into the next reincarnation of the love of his very long life.

unveiling the shadows -Open, and accepting characters

And then there's this bastard...

Giddeon Bergan

Giddeon Bergan

~General information~

Name Giddeon Bergan
Age 17
Gender Male
Place of Origin Zephyr Cove Tahoe, Nevada
Species Evolved Werewolf
Appearance

Giddeon is still very young and doesn't quite know how to be a strong Werewolf just yet, but everyday he is learning but still has a fun time doing it. His Werewolf form isn't very big, only slightly larger than a normal wolf, but what he lacks in size he gains in speed and agility.

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Straight
Partner: None - Has never had a girlfriend.
Pet/s: A three year old pet beagle he has named Cooper.

Other: Giddeon has a very large, extensive family that is very close. He has five cousins that go to school with him, at the very least.

~Personal Information~

Personality:
Giddeon is one of those people that most (if not all) human girls in his school would consider immediately friend-zoned. He has that natural "big brother" aura about him that, while it makes him popular, has also kept him single for his entire life. He is full of smiles and optimism, going by the outlook that every day is precious and should be lived fully and without regrets.

Being raised a Werewolf (an Evolved Werewolf, as it were), Giddeon was taught to be weary of other races however his heart is too big and too trusting to start putting labels on people. He is a firm believer that a person is defined by their heart, and not by the magic they hold or the blood they have running through their veins or the lineage they come from. When his natural alert senses don't kick in, he is one to give everyone a chance until they prove to him first-hand that they can not be trusted.

On that note, Giddeon also believes that no one race or individual is any better than another. Original vampires, common werewolves, druids... they are all the same, because they are all living, breathing people (in a sense. Vampires aren't exactly living.)

He is the first person to jump into a situation if a friend or loved one is in need and becomes incredibly protective of those he has formed natural bonds with. He's an overall goofy kind of guy that just wants to have fun, create bonds, and maybe... just maybe... get all the species to peacefully coexist with each other again.

Abilities:
Giddeon was born a werewolf and quickly became an Evolved Werewolf just a few years later when his parents (and himself) were included in a ritual between their alpha and another, granting them both abilities and territory of the married alphas.

Evolved Werewolves have full control of their abilities which includes transformation control, which means they now can control their transformation into wolf forms at all times (including not turning on the full moon and partially transforming their eyes, claws and fangs during a fight). This also means that they can access the full potential of their wolf form, making them stronger, faster, and generally superior to average werewolves who are limited by their once monthly transformations.

Giddeon, who processes these abilities, doesn't necessarily know how to use them quite yet.

Super Strength: Evolved Werewolves are stronger than regular werewolves and humans. Like regular werewolves, the full moon will boost their strength and so will intense feelings of anger. An Evolved Werewolf in wolf-form will be immensely powerful and may be a slight challenge for even an Original vampire, as four normal werewolves in wolf-form can temporarily take down an Original vampire.

Super Speed: An Evolved Werewolf's intensified quickness, agility, reflexes, and endurance makes them faster than any regular werewolves and humans. Evolved Werewolves can use this ability in both their human or werewolf forms. The full moon will increase their speed and being in wolf-form will make them even faster.

Super Agility: Evolved Werewolves possess superhuman agility. They can move, jump, climb, and run incredibly fast without difficulty or exhaustion.

Super Durability: Evolved Werewolves can take far more trauma than humans and non-original vampires can without nearly as much discomfort or injury. They can also exert themselves for longer periods without tiring.

Healing Factor: Evolved Werewolves possess superhuman regenerative abilities, meaning that if they are physically injured, their bodies will heal rapidly. Like non-original vampires, Evolved Werewolves can heal from the most grievous of injuries, even in human form, a bit more slowly in comparison to non-original vampires. However, unlike vampires, when an Evolved Werewolf's neck is broken, they stay dead.

Super Senses: Evolved Werewolves have the extremely keen and heightened senses of smell, sight, taste, hearing and touch inherent in all canines. Because they are supernatural and have powers that excel their wolf counterparts, they can hear, see, and smell better than that of regular canines.

Lycanthrope Enhancement: Evolved Werewolves are capable of using their werewolf features to further supplement their powers. Both evolved werewolves and non-original werewolf-vampire hybrids can grow claws from their fingernails and werewolf fangs from their teeth even when they are still in their human forms. Their eyes also change into those of their werewolf form, presumably granting them better eyesight. Giddeon has an extremely hard time controlling this.

Shapeshifting/Transformation Control: Evolved Werewolves have the ability to transform into their werewolf forms at will. Most of them avoid transforming at all due to the pain it causes. They can also perform partial transformations, manifesting single features of their werewolf forms. An evolved werewolf can stay in werewolf form longer than a normal werewolf, who is limited to the peak hours of the full moon unless they have magical assistance, such as from a moonlight ring. Giddeon is one of those werewolves who refrains from changing as much as he can, save for their family "outings."

Werewolf Venom: Evolved Werewolves and regular werewolves have venom which is fatal to non-original vampires if it is introduced into their system. This is usually accomplished by the werewolf biting a vampire, but it has been demonstrated that werewolf venom can be extracted and used in darts and bullets or laced in drinks.

Full Moon: An Evolved Werewolf's strength, speed, agility, and all their powers are evolved and at their peak during a full moon.

Immunity to silver: Evolved Werewolves are immune to magic bonded to silver. Weapons made of silver might wound them, but the wound still heals at supernatural rates and will not be fatal to them.

Skills: Though gifted with an assortment of abilities by his alphas, Giddeon has also developed skills of his own as he has aged into near adult-hood.

Outdoors man Having spent a great majority of his life outdoors, Giddeon is very proficient when it comes to the knowledge needed to survive it. Enjoying camping, fishing, hiking and boating, Giddeon has learned a large assortment of skills of everything one should know about survival if he ever got injured and/or lost, like how to make or find a capable shelter, safe food and water to eat and drink, a compass out of practically nothing, a fire and so on; an exceptional hands-on kind of guy.

Tracking On a related note, Giddeon also possesses the skill of blending in, both metaphorically and literally. While hunting (animals - never other people), Giddeon has mastered the art of stealth to stalk his prey and claim his prize. A lot of this hunting is done out of wolf form and hunts like any normal teenage boy would, save for his enhanced senses. There are times, however, on his family "outings" when the pack likes to hunt together or each other for fun and to sharpen their canine skills. Giddeon's keen sense of direction and paying attention to the smallest of details has always led him to what he needed to find - whether it be game or a person not wishing to be found. This skill comes in handy when one of his younger family members has run off because of some emotional drama.

Swimming Having grown up in Lake Tahoe, Giddeon was exposed to all sorts of water sports that kept him entertained during the summers for hours on end. He learned how to windsurf, canoe, water ski and board, tubing, snorkel and just plain old swimming. Though since moving to Carson City, he hasn't had much opportunity to play in the water as he used to.

Biography:
Giddeon was born in Lake Tahoe, Zepher Cove, Nevada to a fairly small Werewolf pack. His parents weren't exactly alpha material, though were in high standing with the alpha, and participated heavily in his wedding to another packs alpha, thus merging the two packs and making them Evolved Werewolves. Giddeon was too young to be aware or even remember this shift in abilities given to him, but it made learning them all slow-going and to this day still has troubles with the most simplest of things.

Aside from being a Werewolf, Giddeon led a normal life. He went to school, participated in school activities, did homework, hung out with friends and so on. However as he got older, his parents began to sway Giddeon into becoming more involved in the pack, especially as he got to the age of noticing girls. At one point, Giddeon's parents suggested homeschooling, but Giddeon was insistent that he just wanted to grow up like everyone else and experience all that the "normal" world had to offer. A compromise was made, and Giddeon was allowed to remain in human school, however once a month, his family (and sometimes even their entire pack) would go out for a few days, just being wolves - a family outing, if you will.

As their pack grew, however, Zepher Cove became much too small of a city for them so in fear of being exposed for what they were, decided to move the entire pack to Carson City, Nevada, where Giddeon has lived ever since. What he wasn't expecting, however, was for his history teacher, Mr. Zaiger, to be a Vampire.

At first he wasn't sure what to make of the odd, sulfuric smell every time he walked into class. But as time went on, he noticed that Mr. Zaiger and himself had formed a close relationship - close enough for Mr. Zaiger to pull him to the side and exposed himself for what he was. Terrified at first, and then excited, Giddeon spent as much time as he could with Mr. Zaiger outside of school hours to learn about the Vampires. Mr. Zaiger never gave up too much information about his roots, but Giddeon absorbed his knowledge like a sponge.

His first parent-teacher conference had been interesting. Immediately, he knew his parents could identify his teacher as a Vampire, and Mr. Zaiger already knew them to be Evolved Werewolves, given the information Giddeon had told him about in the past. At first his parents were exceptionally upset by this and even the tiniest bit terrified, but after Mr. Zaiger extended his help in some small-time squabble their pack was having, trust was built and his teacher made it clear that he meant them no harm.

Now Giddeon can spend time openly with his teacher on their property where the two spend countless hours training and helping his pack. It was with this unexpected friendship that got Giddeon into thinking that if a Vampire and a pack of Werewolves can coexist... why can't everyone else?

unveiling the shadows -Open, and accepting characters

Whelp... here you go (again) @Caits :p

Samael Le Rouge

Samael Le Rouge

~General information~

Name Samael Le Rouge [Jake Zaiger]
Age 1325
Gender Male
Place of Origin Transylvania, Romania
Species Original Vampire
Appearance

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Straight
Partner: None - Has an ex-fiance.
Pet/s: None
Other: Samael cut himself off from his own family and no longer associates with any of them.

~Personal Information~

Personality:
Jake is frequently depicted as a gruff loner, often minding his own business and quite simply getting through the day, one moment at a time. He has periods where he will simply disappear without a word and comes back as though nothing has happened. If asked about his absence, he will either answer with a dry, sarcastic reply or simply brush it off as though he didn't hear it.

He is often irreverent and rebellious towards authority figures, though he is a reliable ally and capable leader. He has been a mentor and father figure to several younger students and has had romantic relationships with numerous women, though somehow always seeming to be "in between girlfriends."

Jake will sometimes lapse into a "berserker rage" while in close combat. In this state he lashes out with the intensity and aggression of an enraged animal and is even more resistant to most attacks. Despite his apparent ease at taking lives, he does not enjoy killing or giving in to his berserker rages, let alone feeding on a human. Jake adheres to a firm code of personal honor and morality and quite often finds himself in moments of utter detestation for what he is and his own kind.

In contrast to his brutish nature, Jake is extremely knowledgeable. Due to his increased lifespan, he has traveled around the world and amassed extensive knowledge of foreign languages and cultures. Much to the school's disapproval, Jake is also a heavy drinker and smoker; his healing powers negate the long-term effects of alcohol and tobacco and allow him to indulge in prolonged binges.

Abilities:
Because of how they were created, being centered around immortality, an Original Vampire's powers and abilities are the most advanced and by far the most superior against any other species, however immortals with incredible mental strength do pose as a problem.

Super Strength: As an original, Jake is considerably stronger than other immortals including (but not limited to) other vampires, werewolves, supernatural hunters, evolved werewolves, hybrids and especially humans. Though capable of decapitating with a single chop of his bare hands, shattering windows and doors with small objects and tearing out the hearts of others, Jake does not very often exercise this ability and has grown considerably weak over the years. Jake also refuses to feed on fresh human blood, instead stealing from blood donor banks which helps to diminish his abilities. Though Jake in his "weakened" state can still rival a regular vampire and even a small pack of werewolves up to three.

Super Speed: Jake is also much faster than the other species. He is capable of stopping other supernatural species in their tracks and can run miles in mere minutes. This benefits Jake substantially when he steals blood bags from the blood banks without being detected. His reflexes, in turn, are similarly heightened.

Super Agility: Jake also possesses more superhuman agility than most other supernatural. Able to move quickly, Jake can also jump extraordinarily high and climb and run incredibly fast without difficulty or exhaustion. Though given his lack of use for these sets of skills, Jake does reach a limit and over time will tire.

Super Senses: Jake's sense of hearing, sight and smell far exceed that of other species. He is able to distinguish an original from a regular vampire by smell alone, and in turn is able to differentiate the other supernaturals from humans as well. Hybrids are a bit more difficult to discern, though most of the time Jake is right in his assumptions.

Super Durability: Since he is an Original, Jake can take far more physical trauma than other supernaturals. Though he feels pain like any other would, the only thing that has been known to kill an original is a stake from the white ash oak, which has since burnt down. Wooden stakes and even white ash daggers can incapacitate him for several minutes to several hours depending on placement, but he will eventually recover.

Healing Factor: Injuries of Original vampires heal faster than those of other supernaturals, especially when exposed to vervain or wood. Jake is able to heal, recover or regenerate from any and all injuries in a matter of seconds. Even a werewolf bite, though causing pain, weakness and hallucinations, will heal completely within minutes. Poisons, venom and even vervain-laced liquid can also be quickly recovered from. The more severe the injury, obviously, will take longer to heal. It is possible for Jake to have scars remain for a few days from a fatal gunshot or stab wound. However, the fact that Jake does not drink fresh, human blood does tend to slow down his healing in comparison to the rest of his family.

Immortality: Original vampires are immortal. They do not physically age and are immune to all illnesses, toxins, poisons and human diseases or physical conditions. The only physical weapon that can bring permanent death to an Original is the White Oak Stake which Jake used to fake his own death (sorta).

Enhanced Emotions: Original Vampires experience emotions more powerfully than humans. Emotions like love, joy, and happiness are intensified for vampires allowing them to live life more intensely. This ability allows Jake to feel emotions at their peak regardless of their age.

Mind Compulsion: Original vampires can control and influence the thoughts, emotions, behavior, actions and memories of humans, non-original vampires and non-original werewolf-vampire hybrids. They cannot however compel witches, immortals, or werewolves/evolved werewolves. Jake is no exception, and even has a hard time with other supernaturals. Humans, however, he has down pretty well as he works with hormonal teenagers on a daily basis.

Sire Bond: Although rare among them, Sire Bonds can be formed when a human or even a hybrid is turned with the blood of the vampire whom they have strong feelings for. Jake has never experienced this, however. It is unknown if his "weakened" state allows him to do this.

Telepathy: Original vampires have one of the strongest minds in the world which allows them to enter the conscious of those with weaker minds. In Jake's case, as he is weakened himself, he is very limited to the types of supernaturals he is able to communicate with telepathically. Most of the time, it requires touch to make a connection, though if he really wanted to, he would be able to do so with a human from a fair amount of distance given their much more simple mind.

Dream Manipulation: Original vampires can control dreams and the subconscious. They can produce and modify dreams, bestow nightmares or lucid dreaming. Other effects of this ability is the ability to distort perceptions of reality and being able to trap someone in their dreams. Though capable of this, dream manipulation isn't something that Jake uses very often and in turn isn't very good at it.

Illusions: Original Vampires have the power to trick the minds of others into seeing/feeling things that aren't actually happening. When in a situation that requires him to escape, rather than fight, Jake uses this ability often.

True Face: An Original Vampire's true face is the appearance they are hiding under their normal human face. When an Original Vampire's true face is revealed, the sclera of their eyes turns blood-red, dark veins appear under their eyes as the blood pumps forcefully through them, and their canine teeth extend into razor-sharp fangs. An Original Vampire's true face can be revealed whenever they wish, but it will appear against their will whenever they are aroused by the scent of blood, or are feeling intense emotions such as anger, lust, sadness, etc. An Original Vampire's fangs are extremely sharp which gives them the ability to tear into almost any substance (including and especially flesh) and tear off limbs. With the fangs come the darkened veins under the eyes as well.

Skills:
Alongside his Original vampiric abilities, Jake had adapted a great number of skills over the years. These skills are (but not limited to) as follows.

Multilingual: Jake is fluent in English, Romanian, Japanese, Russian, Chinese, Cheyenne, Spanish, Arabic, and Lakota; he also has some knowledge of French, Filipino, Thai, Vietnamese, German, Italian, Portuguese, Korean, Hindi, and Persian.

Musically Adept: Jake has a passion for music which lead his interest into wanting to learn how to create it. Being able to play a great variety of different instruments, Jake has taken a particular shine to the piano and the violin.

Skilled Bartender Having had quite a bit of time to indulge and even experiment with alcohol of all types, Jake has the knowledge and experience to mix up a great variety of different drinks granted he is given the proper ingredients.

Biography:
Samael was born into a rich, highly-regarded family who's roots run deep within the Originals. In fact, his parents are royalty, ruling over the vampire kingdom in Transylvania, Romania. His parents were far from saints and in Samael's opinion, went far and beyond the call of what it was to be a vampire. They had slaves of all races, even had feasting parties where humans were released from the prisons to scamper like mice, making it more fun for the royal family to hunt them down and feed. Samael, the youngest of three, chose to make himself more secluded than the rest of his family when it came down to these matters, never feeling right about making feeding on humans into such a spectacle.

He grew to hate his family, and resented them. However, it was done quietly and with a building rage. He played the part as the youngest prince son, but in his head he was devising a way out. He cut off any emotional ties with his family that might have started from birth and instead viewed his home his own prison, forced to watch his family succumb into the blood-thirsty animals the world made them out to be. He was raised to believe himself superior to everyone else, including other Originals. He was taught that humans were the most inferior of all and were nothing more than toys. He was shown how to break necks and snap spines and even how to put an enemy through torture for hours without having them fall unconscious. And Samael hated every moment of it.

Perhaps his one saving grace from going absolutely berserk on his family was his arranged fiance. Though she shared the same views as the rest of his family, she had a much softer approach to how she dealt with others. She was much less animal and much more of a temptress, leading those to their demise with a soft kiss and a gentle touch. She was his black widow. And though the outcome was the same, Samael had to tell himself that it was much more humane, which made it better... somehow.

When the royal family and a pack of werewolves (a long time past family feud, spanning over centuries) were back at war with one another, Samael saw his chance and took it. By plunging a rather convincing replica of a white oak stake into his heart, Samael became desiccated, the blame pointing to the werewolf pack. So convincing looking was the replica (an ordinary wooden stake), the family dared not go near it and left Samael's body in peace, believing the youngest son of the Le Rouge's to be dead.

After coming to, Samael fled Romania and spent the first few centuries traveling the world under the pseudo name Jake Zaiger. He attempted coexisting with humans and for a great number of years, he struggled. The thirst to feed constantly overwhelmed him, but with time, Jake was able to control it.

He has taken on a great number of ordinary jobs within the human world, blending in as one of them. Currently he resides in Carson City, Nevada acting the part as a high school teacher of history. Never in a hundred centuries did Samael believe for his past to catch up with him again.

He was wrong.

♦ Through The Pages ♦ (Fairytale Roleplay)

Adam Potts

Present Day - Lupinis Castle - Adam's Bedchambers

Stupid!

With a tremendous roar, Adam swept his arm across the vanity within his bedchambers, sending any and all objects that had been on top of it to fly through the air and land roughly on the floor. He wasn’t finished with the innocent furniture, however, as both of his hands hooked underneath the tip and sent it flipping over harshly. If the young prince had even an ounce of care in him in that moment, he would be able to hear the splinters and cracking in the wood where parts of the legs had broken, but Adam was already stalking across the room, pacing the hard, stone floor.

He had her! Belle had literally fallen straight into his grasp. It was the first time he had seen her in years and now… now she was gone again; put off on the idea that Lupinis would not welcome her reasons for being there. He was only trying to tell his mother of who she was, why she was so important to him. Something his mother had said upset her, and - Gods this wasn’t how it was supposed to be!

Adam slammed his fist up against the wall, his strength shaking the stone and forcing a framed picture to fall and break once it hit the floor. He slid his fist down the wall, tears blurring his vision, forcing him to close his bright, blue eyes. He turned his body until his back was against the wall and slid down it until he was sitting, knees bent out in front of him.

How? How had things gone so wrong?

Adam Potts and Gaston Rourke Le’ Gume

Thirteen Years Ago - Avonlea Forest

“Ha..! You have to be jesting- your stag holds nothing over mine, and you know it..!”

Smirking slightly, Gaston let go of the reins with one hand, bringing his arm back so that he could pat the beast a couple of times before he turned his attention back down to his steed, making sure that it wasn’t going to be straying from the path they were following before he relaxed his grip, his body laying back and getting comfortable as he did what he could to try and enjoy the ride ahead of them- it had been a good hunt… a good haul; surely the day couldn’t get any better than it already was.

Letting go of the reins altogether, Gaston brought his arms up, folding them underneath his head like a pillow as he let his eyes close- early mornings… late nights… Ah, the life of a hunter.

“You know Belle’s going to flip when she sees the size of my stag- yours doesn’t even stand a chance, Adam; it’s not even a third of the size..!” Chuckling happily to himself at the thought of getting ahead of his brother when it came to winning over the heart of the Princess, Gaston shifted slightly in the saddle, making himself comfortable before he once more settled himself down, “Face it brother, she’s mine- I have won her heart already. It’s fated, and as we all know, there is nothing you can do to change fate.”

Shaking his head at the expense of his twin brother, Adam clicked his tongue and pressed his knees into his horse, urging the beast forward a bit quicker to catch up with Gaston until they were side-by-side, making sure to mind the foliage of the forest. Reaching back a bit, Adam ruffled up Gaston's hair as best as he could before the distance and strain on his side forced him to sit back up.

"Just because you've claimed your prize does not mean we are done. I still have a shot at bagging something bigger while we head back in. Now clamp that loud mouth of yours closed so you don't scare what's left in the forest away."

Ah, Belle... such a thing of grace and beauty the young Princess was. Adam and Gaston had both been pining for her since the moment they laid eyes on her all those years ago at a Royal announcement to the Kingdom. Honestly, Adam couldn't remember a thing King Maurice said. All he knew was that there was a girl up in the stands, smiling down at who he was sure was him. Gaston seemed to think the same, so every day since then, the two brothers spent a healthy amount of time competing with one another to try and impress her. To them, it didn't matter that they weren't royalty and realistically stood no chance of being with her. To them, it was a game, a contest, and a shot at love.

It was true, Gaston's stag was significantly larger than his own. But he had faith. Very rarely was Adam able to out-hunt his brother, but today... today was different... he could feel it!

Scrunching up his face as he felt his brother ruffling his hair, Gaston opened up his eyes, swatting lazily at his hand as if to tell him to piss off before he once again settled back in his saddle. Ah… how Adam was so full of hope… how very like his brother.

“Give it up, Adam… it is too late to try and best me now, besides, we are almost back at Avonlea, and we both know Belle will be waiting for our return as she always does.” Quirking his eyebrow ever so slightly at the thought, he groaned, pulling himself back up into a sitting position and shifting slightly before he turned his attention over to his twin brother, his free hand resting on the saddle behind him as he snickered, “And to think..! The first she will see shall be the majesty of my prey, mounted upon the rear of my horse as I ride to greet her with open arms, and loving kiss..!”

That last jest had Adam's jaw squaring. Neither of them had been lucky enough to get anything more than a hug or kiss on the cheek from the Princess. But they were getting older, maturing more... No doubt King Maurice was seeing to it that Belle was thinking less about fun and childish games, and more about suitors. Time was running out... for both of them. If either of them wanted to guarantee Belle's heart and hand, they had to also impress the King... somehow...

"Why would she care about a smelly ol' deer, anyway?" Adam grumbled to himself, pulling on the reins so his horse would move ahead. It wasn't a moment later that Adam's ear caught the sound of a twig snapping nearby. Immediately halting his horse, he then stuck out his arm in a right angle and closed his fist, signalling for Gaston to stop as well. He waited a moment, and then another.

There. On the left. Rustling.

Quietly, Adam dismounted his horse and reached for his bow, notching an arrow. Slowly, he stepped into the forest, going by sound as he attempted to close the distance between what he hoped to God was a stag.

Chuckling silently as his brother seemed to pout at the challenge of receiving a kiss from the beautiful object of their affections, Gaston shook his head lightly from side to side, pulling back on the reins and following Adam’s lead as he stepped down off the horse, bringing both his bow and his quiver with him as he went- one last track; one last shot at gaining the Princesses’ attention.

Notching an arrow into the bow, he held it taught, his body crouching over slightly as he followed the sound of their prey further into the forest, careful to not do anything that would give their position away to the animal in question, “..you know… there are better ways to get her to notice you… hunting has never really been your strong suit, Adam; you take after mother more than you do father…”

Slowing down as the sound grew louder, Gaston came to a stop, his body crouching further down to the ground as he drew closer and hid behind a nearby bush, his figure hidden as he waited, his dark eyes flicking about, trying his best to catch a glimpse of what it was that they were hunting in the first place- by God, please don’t let it be a stag…

"Shut up, will you?" Adam warned, his cool blue eyes narrowing in frustration though he dared not look back at his brother in fear he might miss a glimpse of whatever it was they were hunting. He would let the jibe about being more like a woman than a man go... for now.

Creeping quietly, Adam came across the broken tree branch that he had heard snap just a few moments before and let his eyes fall to the ground, studying the hoof prints that had been left behind. They were small looking, which made Adam's heart deflate somewhat... but he had to at least see the creature for himself before he admitted defeat.

He followed the fresh prints to a small clearing. At first, Adam didn't even realize that he was looking right at the animal until it moved. Was it a trick of the sun? He was expecting the soft brown tones of a deer, and yet, this one seemed... off. It was beautiful, actually, it's fur a vibrant gold color that reflected the warm sun’s rays as it shook its head about before stooping to get a drink of water. His breath caught in his throat as he nimbly raised his bow. Sure, the stag was still on the small side... but a golden coat like that had to bring in quite a large amount of money. If this didn't impress the King... he didn’t know what would.

"And it's mine..." Adam breathed out as he centered his shot, the deer oblivious to the both of them as it collected it's drink from the small stream.

The minute he caught sight of the deer, his heart sunk in his chest- it couldn’t be… it was nothing but a legend… something their father told them to make sure they didn’t step out of line…

The sound of his brother’s bow being pulled taught caught Gaston’s ear, causing him to shoot a quick glance over at Adam before he shot his hand out, his grip strong as he forced the bow down, the arrow now pointed directly at the ground between the both of them as he turned on his twin; his expression and eyes showing clearly that he was no longer messing around as he shook his head quickly from side to side, a slight panic flickering over the surface of his brown orbs, but as soon as it had come, it was gone again… out of sight as if it had never even been there.

“..Adam; no..!”

His voice was hushed though full of conviction as he spoke out, doing what he could to get the warning across to his brother while not scaring the deer off from the lake side- it was beautiful… more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before in his life; matched only by the beauty that was their Princess… but they had been warned- warned all their lives to never harm the golden deer lest they wish their lives to come to an end…

“..that’s the golden deer..! You know what father said; we’re never to touch it… nothing, not even dear Belle’s hand in marriage is worth slaughtering that deer over…” Pausing for a moment, Gaston seemed to relax, his hand slowly slipping away from his brother’s bow as he sat himself back up, his eyes turning back over to where the deer stood, “..besides… you wouldn’t live long enough to see yourself wed to her should you pierce its heart with that arrow…”

Adam's eyes met with his brothers showing clear annoyance as he tried to wrench the bow free from his grasp. The golden stag... he had nearly forgotten about those stories... but that's all they were... stories.

"Come off it! You just don't want me to win!" Adam replied in a quiet hiss, but it was enough to make the stag raise its head up, its ears perked. "Father even said it was a legend. Probably stems from this breed of deer since no one else knew what to do with it..." His voice had dropped significantly, his eyes glued to his prize. He wanted that stag. "Don't tell me that Gaston, the great and mighty hunter believes in childish bedtime stories."

“..I believe that while you might impress the King; do you really think that killing something so pure and so gentle as the golden deer will warm Isabella’s heart..?”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing… out of the both of them, Adam was the smartest; the one with more potential to make something of himself, but here he was getting caught up in something that would take him down the wrong path… He knew he was right; and it was clear that Adam did as well.

“..penser Adam… you know Isabella would weep at the very sight of such a thing… I believed you to be smarter than this. Do what you will, brother… but I will have none… I will see you back at the horses; prize or no prize.” Frowning, Gaston stood himself back up, giving his brother one last look before he shook his head, slowly making his way back through the woods and to where they had left the horses on the side of the road- the choice was Adam’s, and Adam’s alone… he couldn’t make it for him…

Adam hadn't realized just how hard he was breathing out through his nostrils in his own lust of getting what he wanted until his brother began to turn to leave. For the first time, Adam turned his gaze from the stag to watch his brother’s back. Looking back at the stag, his hand trembled before slinging the bow back around his shoulder, sheathing the arrow back in its place. He stood there for a few moments, watching the magnificent creature before it took off into the forest. He was about to turn and head back when something instead caught his eye. Curious, Adam stepped out into the clearing and bent down where the stag had been.

Had the bushel of roses been there this whole time? He certainly didn't remember seeing it... Looking around his person, Adam realized then just how odd of a place it was for roses to grow - there certainly weren't any others nearby. Inspecting the shrub closer, Adam then came to notice that the entire plant was without thorns.

"Strange..." But still beautiful. Adam plucked one of the roses and held it gently, leaving the area to return to his brother. Passing him on his horse to get to his own, he muttered a very quiet, "Va te faire fourtre" before mounting his horse, showing Gaston just how upset he was about the whole ordeal before kicking his horse into a fast gallop back to Avonlea.

Adam Potts

Present Day - Lupinis Castle - Adam's Bedchambers

There was a knock at his bedroom door, pulling Adam from his memories. His head lifted, blue eyes glaring down the door as though it had gone out of its way to offend him. Then again, it was possible that it was the supper that he demanded his mother have sent to his room, as he would not be leaving it anytime soon that night.

“What?” he snapped, his tone making it clear to whoever was on the other side that he was in no mood.

”You can stop your sulking now, my dear boy, and come out to eat. I won’t have you in there the remainder of this evening!”

Adam groaned and let his head drop back down, defeated at the sound of his adopted mother’s voice on the other side. Hadn’t she done enough for one day?

“No, mother. I won’t be coming out to dinner. Have it sent up.” Adam told his mother again, which was only met by a high-pitched scoff of disapproval.

”Tch! And after all I’ve done for you? Well then, I suppose I’ll just ask Miss De’ fortesque to change her mind, again, and take her leave.”

Adam was silent for a few moments, trying to process his mother’s words. Then, slowly, he got to his feet, crossed the distance to his door, unbolted it, and opened it up just enough so that he could see his mother’s eye trying to peer in at him.

“...what did you say to her?” Adam asked, already somehow knowing that his mother had her hand in Belle’s sudden decision to stay.

”Never you mind. The point is, she’s all dressed up and waiting for you out on the balcony. Now, am I to tell her that you will be coming? Or shall I disappoint the lovely lady with your childish refusal?”

Adam sighed and rested his forehead against the cool wood of the door. Really, sometimes his mother really tried his patience. But he had to look at the bigger picture. For whatever reason, Belle was still here. He still had a chance. He could still make her remember…

“I’ll come-”

”Good! Now, get washed up and dress in something nice - oh! Why not that new suit I got you just last week? Hurry now! It’s rude to keep a lady waiting!”

And with that, Mrs. Potts was gone, hurrying down the halls to where Adam believed she would find Belle and tell her of the news. Shaking his head, Adam quietly closed the door and turned around to face the wreckage he had brought upon his room. Still… it had seen worse…

♦ Through The Pages ♦ (Fairytale Roleplay)

Jafar Sholeh, Freya Beauchamp and Captain Hook - Present Day - The Moors Castle

Could the day have gone any worse? Figuring that the third intruding figure within the last handful of moments to be the company in which she was speaking of, Jafar remained silent as the Pirate disregarded his presence altogether and addressed Maleficent disrespectfully and coldly. His upper lip curled over his teeth in a snarl, revealing the pointer-than-normal canines that simply came from his namesake of The Serpent King. Truly, he had every intention to simply stand back and watch with keen eyes - this was between Hook and Maleficent, after all. But the very moment the the Pirate called her a foul witch, he simply lost it.

Stepping between Maleficent and Hook, a powerful torrent of fire emitted from Jafar's staff, spiraling down onto the floor and "sticking," creating a protective wall between himself and the Pirate, drastically changing the temperature of the room left behind by the White Witch, but the Sultan didn't seem the least bit bothered. In fact, after the barrier of fire had stabilized, Jafar returned to holding his staff with one hand and walked through the flames towards Hook, using his staff as a walking aid. He was physically untouched, the fire seeming to part for him as he passed through and faced him head-on.

"Hook your tongue, Pirate. Kin or not, you will respect your Queen!"

There were few things Hook despised with his black heart more than magic, one of those things being Pan of course. But Hook never wavered as the magician Jafar created a wall of fire only to walk through it and face him. He saw it as bad form, having an unfair advantage in battle among other aspects. But this was no matter to the great Captain, he had faced death many a time before and this silly magician didn’t scare him in the slightest. Using his left hand he grabbed his flintlock, and pulled back the cock with his hook as he raised it to aim in the face of Jafar.

“I have no quarrel with you, sorcerer, though I find it bad form to use magic. Though you are in between me and my hat. If you do not step aside, we will have a quarrel.” Hook said, with his finger laying ever so lightly on the trigger of his flintlock, waiting to pull the trigger.

"Your quarrel with me started when you threatened my Queen." Jafar answered cooly, his eyes unblinking in the sight of staring down the barrel of a gun. "And the only bad form I see here is your slithering incompetence of handling quite a venomous weapon." At first his words were extremely unclear, but as a second or two more passed by, the flintlock in Hook's hand began to change; shifting and twisting until the solid form of a cobra was being held in the pistols place. The head of the snake twisted back to face Hook, it's hood flaring and it's jaw dropping to allow a hiss to come from it. Venom dripped from its fangs as it reared it's head back, ready to strike its victim.

That wretched wizard, now Hook had to go get a new flintlock. James brought up his hook as the cobra attempted to strike him, and caught the serpent right in the mouth. Hook held the snake to the side like a fish still dangling from the line. Then before he could retaliate he heard his sister speak up.

“..enough..!”

Her voice, soft though still filled with venom, rang out through the throne room for all to hear. She was not in the mood for their quarreling- it was all they ever bloody did when they were placed in the same damn room as one another..! It was something that grew old, and fast.

Catching a small bout of nausea rush over her very being, she turned her head, a single hand lifting to press the sides of both her pointer and middle finger against her lips, and her dark eyes fluttering to a close as she waited but a moment, the woman’s clear attempt at waiting for it to pass when in reality it felt as though it were there to stay. Turning her back to the both of them, she hurried away from her throne, each step taken carrying her across the room and over to the table where she then proceeded to pour herself a goblet full of water, though being sure to step over all and any motionless bodies lain within her path.

“I have had enough… I am sick of it- it is all you two ever seem to do..!” Slamming the base of the jug back down to the table, water spilt upon the surface, the liquid held within sloshing back and forth violently as she lifted the goblet to her lips, taking her time to down the contents before she eventually turned back to face them, the sound of the metal clanging over the ground filling the throne room as she threw it in their general direction, not seeming to care one bit as her voice grew further angered by the second, the smoke billowing from her mouth thickening more, while her eyes flashed over a bright gold in color underneath the large hat she still wore almost proudly upon her head.

“For years now, I have had to put up with your petty squabbles; well no longer..! I will have none..!” Tearing herself away from the table, she took a few steps closer to the both of them, her hand coming up, and her finger pointed accusingly at each of them in turn before she continued on, her free hand coming instinctually up to rest lightly against the small bump of her stomach.

“..now hear this; when this child comes into this world, this… war between you two will come to an end, or so help me… I will see you both to ruin..!”

Hook turned his attention to his sister as she expressed her distaste for their constant fighting. Next thing he knew a goblet was flying in their direction. He twisted his body and leaned back to dodge it. Then what she said next made his heart skip a beat. He looked into his sister’s eyes, not comprehending what he had just heard. His lips parted ever so lightly as he tried to piece things together in his head. A child, this world… He looked down at her hand placed upon her stomach, and that was when it hit him. She was pregnant.

He did not like the emotions he was feeling right now. He was morose, and slightly angry. He wouldn't feel this way if they were back home on earth. There it would be safe to raise a child, but this land he did not see fit for a child. Not one of his sisters, anyways, not his own blood. After standing there in silence for a long moment he finally spoke softly, just above a whisper

“How long… how far along is the child?”

Taking pause for what felt like a lifetime, Freya finally dropped her arm back down to her side, her dark eyes meeting with that of her brother, the very look behind his iris’ saying it all: he was not happy with the news she had just let slip. The thought of a child being born into the world… it was supposed to be a happy one; it was something that she believed he, along with Jafar, would have celebrated with her… but nevertheless it appeared, as always, that she had been mistaken…

“..twelve weeks…”

Then it clicked in his mind. The only person she had been with for years had been Jafar. Hook's blood boiled hot. He met his sister's gaze, then slowly he turned his head to Jafar, with rage in his eyes.

“You defiled my sister with your venomous seed you evil serpent, I'll kill you!” Hook shouted. He grabbed the snake and tossed it aside as he raised his iron hook to strike at the magician, his forget-me-not blue eyes flashing blood red.

Jafar had been standing there in stunned silence, watching the two talk over perhaps the most shocking news he had ever received in his life. Freya was pregnant. Freya was pregnant with his child. Freya was pregnant with his child for four months... and hadn't bothered to utter a single word to him before now.

It wasn't the first time he was told he was going to be a father - his late wife, Sherrezade had also been pregnant, a whole lifetime ago. But he never got the chance to be a father. The Sultan claimed his wife for his own harem, and shortly after, died in childbirth. Those two instances in his life, as heartbreaking as they were, still amounted to nothing in comparison as to how numb he now felt. And that's all he could feel at the moment. Numb.

Surely she wouldn't have kept something like this from him all this time. She had promised. She had gone out and bought his bird for him with her own money when she could have easily just taken it...

His eyes were staring off, giving the both of them his profile on each side and bowed his head down. Instinct told him Hook was coming for him, and instinct had his arm raising for use of his magic. Hook was lifted into the air by an invisible hand by the throat, Jafar's hand mimicking the motion as though Hook's throat were in it. He raised his arm a bit higher, letting Hook dangle for a small while before, with all the rage he could muster, threw Hook's doll-like body across the room, caring not where he ended up or how hard he had treated their guest.

"It would be wise for you to leave, Pirate." Jafar said softly, scarily calm for the situation, still refusing to look at either of them.

Hook flew across the room, stopping only when he came into contact with the wall, and fell to the ground. He lay there for a moment to catch his breath, and recompose himself. It had all happened so fast; the news, his outburst, and Jafar. He took a deep breath, then stood up off the ground and brushed himself off ever so lightly, and gave a small tug on his coat. He took a step forward with his right foot when he felt a pain in his ankle. When he fell from the air he had landed on it wrong and sprained it. He simply continued to walk with a limp over to Maleficent and looked down into her dark eyes under the brim of the large hat she had stolen from him. He gently lifted it from her head and placed it back on his own, adjusting it for a moment before speaking.

“My dear sister… You have let this snake’s venom cloud your mind.” he said softly. Hook didn't want to believe that Jafar was up to anything good. The entire time they were together, not once did Hook approve of his sister’s lover.

“Goodbye, Freya.” Hook turned his head and limped to the door he had came through with his head held high. He looked back at his sister once more before opening the doors and leaving the throne room.

Jafar was still... not once looking at Maleficent or Hook as the pirate spoke to her and took his leave. Instead, he kept his dark orbs on the ruby eyes of the cobra headed snake, his hand on the shaft twisting it slowly a bit to the right and then back to the left, though the eyes never left him. Not even when the large doors of the room closed with a loud slam did he even stir. A storm was building up within him, and there was nowhere for it to go but out.

This wasn’t at all how she had planned on giving the news to Jafar about her pregnancy… How long had she been working the courage to speak it aloud..? How long had she spent searching for the right words to say..? Being with him was so easy; it was so right- and even though she could never admit it to anyone… it was something she would choose above all else. However, speaking with him about matters of such importance…

..well, that was a different matter altogether…

Hesitating but a moment, Freya kept her dark gaze upon the man she had fallen so far in love with over the years, the smoke… the anger, all but gone as she felt her heart fluttering, her mind seeming to be in protest of her actions as she took a few steps closer, her hands reaching out so that the very tips of her fingers were able to lightly touch against the side of his arm.

“..Jafar, I-... I wanted to tell you… I-I was going to do so today- forgive me, I-... I could not find the words...”

"You lied to me." Jafar jerked his arm away from Maleficent quickly, her touch, above all things, something he simply could not handle right then. The flames in the room slowly dissipated into thin air, his voice quiet and hardly above a whisper as he continued to observe the staff in his hand. “Twelve weeks… and not a single word…” His head turned to look at her sharply, his eyes narrowing and changing color - blood red where the whites of his eyes were, and the pupils black, thin and dilated; a careful mix of the ruby eyes of his staff and of a cobra itself. Each and every muscle on his body was tight, coiled as it were, ready to spring at any sudden provocation.

Despite the news of having a second chance at being a father, his mind instead rested upon the one solid fact that had him second guessing just about everything. She had lied to him. Thirteen years her servant - ten years her lover. How many times had they laid together, talking into the late hours of the night over the most personal of things within just the last few weeks? He had learned long ago where she came from; where she truly came from. Earth. He still didn't fully understand it... but he was able to understand that she was not Maleficent, but the heir of, taking on her name in a matter of respect and tribute. He understood she grew up in a land without magic. He understood that her mother had tried to end her life, bringing her to live in this realm. He even understood she had a brief life in Camelot as she was trying to find herself and on top of it all, he understood that the smelly, fish-eating pirate was her brother, come to this world with her. So why, in Allah's name, hadn't she the courage to tell him of their child?

“..because I wished to do it right..!

Her eyes, full of nothing but truth and sorrow, were fixed upon his as she watched him pull further away; her hand, rejected, hovering but a few moments longer before she brought it back into her body, doing her best though unable to help it as her eyes grew wet, brimming with tears which only caused them to shine beneath the light that entered the room through the windows of which surrounded them.

“Jafar, I-... I love you…” Holding his gaze a few moments longer, she let her own drop down, her head lowering to watch on as she pressed both of her hands gently up against her stomach, her touch loving as she caressed the small bump that was their unborn child, “This is our first child together; I wished to make it special- to make such an occasion memorable…”

Shutting her eyes tightly, she hunched her shoulders over, her hands pressing even closer against her stomach as she curled up, an attempt to try and make herself smaller than she truly was as she continued to beg for his forgiveness, “..please Jafar... I-I have only known for a month’s cycle… truly, you must believe me; words were to finally pass through my lips, and news of our unborn child was going to be spoken about today… Though this was not how I wished for this to go...”

Jafar sneered and tore his gaze away from her. He didn’t want to hear it. Even still, a month’s time was more than enough for her to find a way to tell him what would have normally been exciting and emotional news. Not that they had been deliberately trying; at least not to his knowledge. Was that something else she had been keeping from him? They spent many, many nights together in full intimacy and in ten years, there had never been any whisper about a pregnancy. Magic. So then why all of a sudden…?

“Well… you certainly made it memorable.” Jafar responded coldly, once more giving his attention to his staff, raising his free hand to have his middle finger delicately trace the outline of the hood on the snake.

He wasn’t listening to her… did he even want to..?

Lower lip quivering softly, Freya’s arms dropped back down to her sides, the tears she had been keeping at bay for the good portion of their conversation finally breaking free, rolling down her cheeks before falling to stain the top she wore.

“..I-... this wasn’t how I wanted it to go…”

”Well it did, Freya… and now what?” Shaking his head, Jafar rolled his head slightly to look back at her, his eyes slowly returning to their normal brown color though it was clear with how tight and rigid the muscles in his face were that he was still far from relaxed. How was he just supposed to be okay with all of this? Did she truly just expect him to put on a smile and be happy in the way he might have been if the situation had been different? He couldn’t. He just simply couldn’t. Holding her gaze for just a moment longer, Jafar finally let his eyes drop, his feet carrying him back and away from her a few steps, the end of his staff once more meeting with the ground acting as a walking stick.

”I… I need to think…” Not sure how much more he could say to let her know that he simply needed space and time to piece together his thoughts, Jafar once more met his eyes with hers before slowly, a small circle of fire appeared around his feet, the flames growing larger around him until he was completely encased. Then, as the flames began to settle down, The Serpent King was gone, the bird Freya had bought him all those years ago left behind.

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

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Jamie Wolfe and Aella Lorraine Stedford

Location: The Obstacle Tower to the stables.
^{Interacting With: Each other.}

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He had a dumb look on his face… or at least he did until he shook it away, playing it off like any normal guy would when he was trying to save face and keep it cool. She hated to admit it, but it made him look rather… cute in a way.

“That… makes a lot of sense…”

It was clear that it didn’t make sense to him. That was it- that look behind his eyes, the way he responded to her… he was new to this world; and it was more than obvious that he had no idea, nor had he heard about camp Jupiter before. Once again, the cutie was trying to play it cool, or at least that was how it looked to her. Shifting slightly over the saddle, Aella tilted her head lightly to the side, her brow quirking slightly as she listened to him trying to make sense of things in his mind, however it seemed his thoughts were not coming out the way that he wanted them to.

Chuckling softly, she shook her head lightly from side to side, a gentle sigh falling out through her soft pink lips before she leant her body forward over the saddle, her palm facing up in an invitation as she extended her arm out to him, her dark eyes meeting and holding his own as a small smirk played lightly over her lips, “Aella Stedford… daughter of Mars, and legacy of Venus.”

"Mars... Venus... Right..." Jamie nodded his head, as though he understood what any of that even meant. He wasn't sure what he was hoping for. Without explanation, he wouldn't have any idea who Pluto was, so why would that be different for any of the other planets? So what did that make him? What planets were associated with thunder and lightning? Neptune? Saturn? Hell he had no idea. And he was starting to think that the woman, Aella, already had him figured out.

Clearing his throat, Jamie nodded once and as not to be rude, extended his hand out for what he thought was a handshake.

"Jamie Wolfe. It's nice to mee-"

The moment his hand touched hers, she took a firm hold over it, her body sitting back up in the saddle as she pulled him up and onto the horse, her hand still holding his following the guidance of her arm as she led it over her head, making sure that he had at least one of his arms wrapped around her middle before she turned her attention back down to the reigns.

“It’s a pleasure Jamie Wolfe- are you ready to show me around this place now..?”

Turning her head back so that she was able to look at him from over her shoulder, she let her dark eyes once more meet with his own, a small though knowing smile playing over her lips as she turned Alcippe around and began to lead her away from the area, “Also… in the Greek pantheon I would be classed as a daughter of Ares, with a legacy of Aphrodite. They are who Mars and Venus are.”

"I... what?" Jamie blinked, the pupils on his large, brown eyes dilating as his mind tried to wrap around what had just happened. One moment his feet had been firmly on the ground, and the next he was saddled behind Aella on her horse. She was pretty strong... for a girl.

Ah, she was a daughter of Ares. Well that explained a lot of it. But... what was a legacy? He wasn't going to continue to push his luck asking stupid questions with her, however. She seemed to have it in her head that he was capable of showing her around camp. Not like he still needed a bit of showing around still himself.

"Uh, sure. Of course. Um... what would you like to see?"

“The stables would be a nice start.” Turning her attention back around to the direction they were now heading, she whipped the reins, causing the horse to whine ever slightly before picking up speed away from the obstacle tower, it’s beautiful mane flying back behind her as she ran over the grounds that made up the camp, “And just because you’re new as well… if you’re trying to keep it cool by pretending to know everything; don’t. You can ask questions.”

Stables. Right. They were just over to the left, weren't they? He remembered hearing the whinnying every time he got close to a certain area. Though, he was pretty sure that stable was for the Pegasi. Was there even a stable for a normal horse around here? Hopefully that wasn't what she meant.

"Yeah, it's just over... there..." Jamie had lifted his hand to point her in the right direction, but then lowered it, his voice deflating as she was already steering her horse in the right direction. He was starting to think that Aella didn't really need any kind of tour guide.

His arm around her tightened somewhat as the mare picked up the pace. He couldn't remember the last time he rode a horse - maybe a pony at some kind of circus event when he was a kid, but that was about it. It was... different, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

He was sure his face flushed a few shades brighter once she called him out on being new to the whole thing (or it just might have been from the wind against his cheeks), but he simply shook his head no, not really taking into consideration that she couldn't see him.

"What? No... no I'm cool." he tried to persuade.

Following the directions given to her, Aella steered the mare over in the right direction, her lips turning up in a knowing smile as she listened to him once more trying to play himself off as cool rather than new to it all. It was rather… endearing compared to the normal clueless brats that she was used to coming through the camp; but then again, this wasn’t her normal camp now was it.

“Adorable. Keep telling yourself that, Wolfe; actually no, keep saying that to me, and you might just get more than a ride to the stables.”

Chuckling softly once they had drawn close enough, she pulled back on the reins, causing the animal to slow up as it passed through the stable doors, eventually coming to a complete stop giving her the chance to slip off and back to her feet for what was the first time in hours, “If you need help down, hot stuff; let me know.”

Jamie quirked an eyebrow. Of course his natural male mind took her words a particular way... especially with the way she said it... but he had to be sure that she meant something else. Like, lunch, or maybe even a phone number if he was lucky.

He let out a soft breath of air out of relief when the horse came to a stop. He could feel strands of his normally styled hair sticking up in places it shouldn't have been, and tried to run his fingers through it in an effort to smooth it back out with very little success.

Help down? Now that would just be humiliating. Jamie's eyes looked to the ground. It didn't seem very high up...

"Naw, that's okay. I've got this." He stared at the ground for a moment longer before he shifted his weight, trying to discern the best way to get down. He swung over his left leg to lay beside his right, now sitting side-saddle. His left hand was holding on tight to the reins as he scooted his ass forward, inch by inch, until he began to slide down the mare's side. There was a moment of free-fall, and then his boots came into contact with the soft, manure-smelling dirt. Still clutching onto the reins, he smiled and let go of them, feeling a slight indentation of the leather where it had started to cut into his fingers a bit but quickly stuffed his hand into his pocket. He would check to see if it was bleeding later.

"See? Piece of cake."

Chuckling softly, and already working to remove her belongings from the back of the saddle, Aella shook her head lightly from side to side- but honestly, what was with men and trying to make themselves out to be stronger than they actually were..?

“Alright… I’ll take your word for it, Wolfe-boy.”

Dropping her bags down on a few bales of hay stacked off to the side, she couldn’t help but to shoot him a quick though playful smirk before turning back to her horse, her hands working to skillfully remove the saddle and the reins from the creature before putting them down with the rest of her belongings, “Think you’re cool enough to help me brush her down, or you just gunna stand there watching my ass while I do it..?”

"Huh?" Jamie's eyes reverted back to hers as he heard Aella addressing him. Was he really staring at her ass just then? He didn't remember looking, though he wouldn't have put it past himself if he was. Women were beautiful creatures. And with all the Aphrodite girls running around camp, it made it a bit more difficult to keep his eyes in his pockets. Not that he had a girlfriend back home, or anything. No, he had broken up with the head cheerleader short of a few months before his mother's death.

Jamie swallowed as he felt a lump starting to form in his throat. Really, he thought he would have been past getting emotional just at the thought of his mother anymore. He shook away the memories.

"Yeah, I can help you out." He took a few steps towards Aella, waiting to be handed a brush or something. "So, you gonna just keep your horse in here with the Pegasi?" he asked, taking a moment to look around at the winged horses that all seemed to have their attention on them or Aella's horse.

“Alcippe is used to living with the pegasi; these ones will just have to get used to the idea of a normal horse residing in this stable…”

Turning her attention back over to him as he took a few steps closer, Aella paused, her small smirk never once leaving her lips as she took her time to look him over, her dark eyes slowly trailing down the length of his body before lifting it back up, eventually meeting with his own once again before she turned and made her way back over to her belongings, rummaging around for a few moments before she threw a large brush over in his direction, “You can use this; start at her neck and be gentle… I’ll join you in a few…”

Not bothering to care whether or not he was still looking at her, she crossed her arms over her chest, pulling her top up and off over her head before she threw it into the open bag, leaving her standing before him in a baggy singlet top as she leant forward, zipping her bag to a close again once she pulled out a second brush.

Catching the brush out of luck rather than skill, Jamie gave the object a quick look-over before starting to brush the horse, starting at the neck and stroking down along the beginnings of her back.

"So, does that mean you're going to be staying here in camp for a while?" he asked, unable to ignore the way she said that the Pegasi would just have to get used to her horse. He turned his head for a moment to look at her as he addressed her, though catching her in a moment of changing, he quickly averted his eyes and looked back to the horse, seeming far more interested in the way he was brushing her than he probably should have been.

Falling silent for a few moments, she turned her head back to look at him, managing to catch his eye just as he turned it away causing her smirk to grow even further over her lips- so like any man… of course he was looking. She couldn’t really blame him though, it was the work of Venus; the lure of beauty she had because of her legacy… it was something that most guys who met her couldn’t resist.

“..yeah, I’m here permanently… at least until I choose to leave. I transferred.”

Pausing for a moment, she slowly made her way back over to him, her head tilting lightly as she continued to watch him brush down her horse, her body soon coming to press gently up against his back, and her hand coming up to rest over his as she corrected his movements, her lips brushing lightly against the shell of his ear as she chuckled again, “..do you have a problem with that..?”

Transferred? How did someone go about doing that? He didn't even know there were other camps until just a few minutes ago - and yet there were such things as transfers? Gods, he really had some catching up to do to be able to survive another week in camp. Especially now that Aella was staying - she definitely knew how to keep him on his toes and he wasn't even sure if he would be able to explain how or why that was.

Speaking of -

Jamie felt her front pressing into his back, her arm coming around him to place her hand on his to guide the brush he had been putting his attention on in a polite effort to correct what he was doing.

"Uhhh... no." he said, unsure as to whether or not his answer was the right one. There always seemed to be a "right" and "wrong" answer with women, even when it didn't make sense. Especially when it didn't make sense.

He turned his head to look back at her, letting his eyes meet with hers once more though for some reason, didn't think to compensate for the closeness between their bodies. Her head was practically to his, he was able to feel her breath on his nose. His eyes drifted for a moment, taking in the shape of her lips before they wandered back up. Gods, he felt like he was in high school again - playing that weird "game" at whatever party of "is she really that into you or not?"

"No I do not."

His eyes flicked to her lips… just as hers did his. It seemed they were both thinking along the same lines, though whether either of them was going to act on it was another matter. He was cute-… no, he was more than just cute; and the fact that he had managed to catch her eye, even after it had been caught by a man she had already had relations with in the past, was nothing to laugh at.

“..good.”

Closing the gap left between the both of them, she pressed her soft pink lips against his, her free hand moving forward to rest lightly against his side, her body pressing harder against his back than before as she brought her arm back into her body, letting her nails drag lightly over his skin as she trailed her fingers up the length of his arm until she finally brought it to a rest over his shoulder.

Okay… he wasn’t quite expecting that.

Jamie felt her lips pressing hard against his and a soft moan of both surprise and pleasure escaped his throat. Admittedly, he wasn’t going to directly engage in anything, no matter how confusingly interested she might have seemed. She was hot and from a different camp and had a pet horse - that was all he knew about her. Even back home, he’d try to at least get to know the girl before asking her out, or something. But she had been the one to kiss him, and he’d just be fucking stupid to back down now.

He turned in her arms, abandoning the horse brush by dropping it to the floor somewhere and placed one hand on her hip while the other slipped back behind her hair, holding her neck delicately as he kissed her back. If there was anything important he was supposed to be doing, he sure as hell wasn’t going to get to it now.