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Appearance: Alexandre is over six feet tall and muscular, his original carved figure remaining unchanged over the centuries. His face is distorted and freakish, a common feature of all gargoyles, either living or decorative spouts. His eyes are sunken and surrounded by dark rings, with a large hook shaped nose set underneath them. The face is surrounded by wild dark brown hair. His hands and feet are beast like, the feet in particular are difficult to hide. There are two slightly discolored spots on his forehead where his horns used to be. Unfolding from his back are two dark leathery and batlike wings, which Alexandre can fold back up, though even then they aren't hidden very well.

Name: Alexandre (Alex for short)

Age: 206 years old

Species: Gargoyle

Personality: Alexandre, as a gargoyle, is a being originally made of stone, and he must remain stone for at least 12 hours each day. During that time, he is aware of his surroundings but cannot move or speak. If he spends more than 12 hours as a human being of flesh and blood, then he automatically reverts back to stone for the remaining 12 hours without choice. He also possesses greater than average strength and can fly, though never does in fear of being seen.

Because of his loss, Alex is a man in recovery. Even after 185 years he occasionally succumbs to fits of depression. He is stable most of the time though, and can actually be a pleasant person to be with. Modern culture often confuses him, and he sometimes shows his older sensibilities through his taste in books and music. Either because of his nature as a gargoyle or the teachings from his creator, Alexandre is a protective person. It makes him very paternal, but sometimes it takes a possesive and selfish turn. He also has a destinct lack of a sense of humor, and when the rare joke does surface, it's usually very dry.

History: In the city of Paris, 1809, a talented but ostracized architect and sculptor by the name of Lucrèce Babineaux was in hiding. He was secretly living in a long forgotten attic in the Sainte-Chapelle. It was a lonely and dark existence, save for one window and several old stone blocks, perhaps left over by either construction or renovation of the building. Babineaux was fascinated by old Gothic architecture, and one night as he sat his bed by candlelight, he was seized by an egotistical but ambitious dream. He wanted to sculpt his own addition to the Sainte-Chapelle's roof.

For months he crafted as carefully and as quietly as he could, spending every waking moment perfecting his piece. Because of his interest in Gothic architecture, he wanted to create a stone gargoyle, something to divert rainwater from the roof and supposedly frighten off evil spirits. When he finally finished the intimidating figure, Lucrèce managed to perch it onto the roof, moving it outside through a secret entrance he had constructed in his room.

One early morning as the sun rose and the moon still hung overhead, Babineaux awoke to the sound of an explosion, followed by a ringing in his ears and a maddening tingle on his skin. Hearing rain pelting the roof above him, Lucrèce rushed through his secret door to the outside to find out what had happened, only to be met with the sight of his stone creation made flesh. The thing unfolded its wings and turned to face him when he cried out in shock. Babineaux was terrified until he saw that the creature was not hostile, and in fact, approached him with childlike naiveté. Babineaux decided to take in and protect his sentient and intelligent creation, shielding it from a superstitious world that would no doubt destroy it out of fear.

Over time, the creature learned from Lucrèce. It learned how to speak, read, write, and it learned of society and the world. It even chose a name for itself; Alexandre. For twenty one years they hid from the world and watched the city of Paris grow together, very rarely did either of them dare to venture out. It all ended when Lucrèce was killed on July 27th 1830, the beginning of the Three Glorious Days. Grief stricken and alone, Alexandre did not know what to do. Under the cover of night he took the body of his friend far from the city and buried it, marking the spot with a gravestone. Unwilling to experience a world without his companion, he perched himself on the grave and turned to stone, staying with Lucrèce's remains for ninety-one years.

The grave and statue were disturbed when they were uprooted during construction efforts in 1921. Alexandre awoke to find his horns broken off and his friend's headstone smashed into pieces, the damage caused by clumsy and uncaring workers. Enraged, he lashed out and killed them, ripping them apart with his claws. After he came to himself, Alexandre wept for what he had done, knowing that it was wrong and that Babineaux would never have wanted him to become a monster. Miserable, Alex picked up the remains of his friend's destroyed gravestone and started wandering. He was fascinated to see the technological changes in the world, but was disturbed to see how much his country had changed from what he knew. As a result, he traveled carefully across the rest of the continent for several decades, never really settling down or attempting to make new friends but simply seeing the world. He reached [whatever country this is set in] in 1998, and is now considering a change of pace, hoping to find a safe place to live.

Age: 32 (potential to live for quite some time if he doesn't go get himself killed while being a wolf)
Species: Werewolf

Personality/Psych Profile: Ziandar Wolfe (ironic isn't it?) is a rather calm individual though is prone to fits of aggression when the full moon is near, or in other cases feelings of lust if attracted to them (Hmmm what awkward moments shall we have? XD). Other then those moments of the full moon he remains a rather optimistic person and tries to show those who are new to the world of the supernatural that it isn't all bad even if it might seem bleak at first, joking that he is the only werewolf he knows to live to age 7 since changing. Some find it funny others find it a bit morbid. There are rare moments when he is depressed thinking of the life he had lost all those years ago. A loyal counterpart willing to protect his friends even if it means unleashing the beast. Who wouldn't want a werewolf as a protector? XD He also is protective of his friends because he views them as his pack or at least the wolf in him does.

Bio/History: He wasn't born a werewolf, in fact finding a pure bred werewolf in this day and age is rare. The life changing events that would thrust him into a world that only lies in the depths in the human mind and fiction happened seven years ago. He had only been doing a summer job at a hotel that was relatively remote hotel in the Australian outback. It was just something to keep him busy during the summer. Unfortunately it had been in the vicinity of a native werewolf who claimed it as his changing territory. On his way down a trail heading to his own vehicle to head home after the day was when it happened: the attack. The memories of the attack were mostly a blur but he remembered it first started with pain to his right shoulder, seeing metallic glint of blood squirting out as a black shape gripped into his shoulder. The pain went into his back as the creature grabbed him and began to try and tear him a part. Part of him tried to fight back with no success after feeling his hand land in the mouth of whatever it was and hearing the crunch of bones as his hand was mangled and broken within it. Miraculously someone heard the commotion and it spooked the creature off. He remembered waking at a hospital the next moment, the people inside amazed at the sudden healing of wounds when they had only given him a thirty percent chance of survival.

He passed it off as mere luck, a guardian angel watching him until more outside symptoms started to become apparent and then the first whole moon. A werewolf may chance whenever they choose but the changing during the full moon is a necessary change one that must always be taken. He had gone back to working for the hotel when it happened making him luck to not of attacked anyway with the wilderness so close. When he awoke the next day, blood in his mouth and a fresh kill near by, he knew something wasn't right. He couldn't believe what was going on but he started looking into supernatural things, subjects he would of passed off as jokes. When the full moon came a second time, he began looking into what was known on werewolves. After learning what he was changed into, he left his home and moved not wishing those who knew him to be harmed by the creature that lurked under the skin. For two years he remained alone until stumbling onto the place he lives now and has grown use to the beast within, even willing to change when it's not the full moon though he doesn't do it often. He has been with Julie for a few months, finding her ad in the paper those months back and he needed a place to stay. He hadn't actually expected to find a place that was with other supernaturals and now he has been enjoying his stay for the last few months minus the full moons which could swing either direction in being really good or really bad and disturbingly awkward. He has been lucky to not have yet to get killed be it by the legend of the silver bullet (indeed it's poisonous to werewolves) or getting hit by a car on his full moon nights.