With skin as pale and delicate as porcelain, silver hair like tresses fashioned from raw moonlight, and eyes as red as blood, Elina could be mistaken for an earthbound spirit, especially as she is fond of long dresses, gothic clothing, and walks in the forest at nighttime. Of middling height for a woman, with serene, almost haunting, ghostly features, she exudes a mysterious aura. Yet she is not unapproachable, as she is ready to smile to anyone - even if she does draw power from death and removed, still-beating hearts. She is lean and thin, though not overly so, and her body's features are small and petite. Strangers may easily mistake her age to be younger than she actually is, much to her dismay.

Solitude, peace and a good book - these three are her foremost likes, and such hobbies do her well as a witch. However, lonesomeness is getting to her, and after her first, spectacular failure of a romance, she longs for another one...



Born to the powerful Reyna Ruvina as a fraternal twin to her sister Vespa, she, from the start, was blessed with magical powers from a long bloodline of witches. Raised in a castle where the servants and household knights were undead and the surrounding environs were black-barked forests, her upbringing was truly luxurious and aristocratic. Pampered but not spoiled by her mother who wished to see only perfection from her children, she developed a quiet resolve to meet her mother's expectations. Homeschooled alongside Vespa, she studied well. But as she aged and the time came, the key to unlock the gate to her powers proved too much for her.

You see, her family is afflicted with a powerful curse. After an ancestor was defeated by a powerful rival, a seal was placed upon her womb that made it so that her descendants could not practice magic. The next few generations after that were magically barren as a result, but a long time has passed and the curse, though still formidable, was now rusted by Time's unstoppable mechanism. In order to unlock her occult potential, a Ruvina needed to do only one simple thing: to kill, and to use her victim's life energy to overpower that of the curse.

A handsome steed or a rare white stag would have sufficed. But mother, oh perfectionist mother, demanded a human life. So she sent the two to a relative who lived among the common folk in a noble's estate and ordered them to gather the sacrifice by any means necessary, and to convince them to return to Ruvina Castle by the next Blood Moon, at which they would be sacrificed. Elina and Vespa were beautiful women of fine breeding, so they attracted the attention of many men. But Elina caught the eye of a Hunter.

Fenros was his name. He was big, scarred in a few places, and rather rough all throughout, but he was kind. His smile was warm and genuine. And whereas others looked at her with lust, his eyes always showed an affection that was surely more genuine. He also killed witches, but he didn't know anything about Elina. So it pained the girl to lie to him time and time again, especially since he was so likable. Their conversations were always bright, and for the first time, Elina truly connected with someone.

But she had to kill him. And she could not take it. They were about to kiss. It was in a beautiful spring night. They stood on a jetty that overlooked a lake whose waters sparkled beautifully under the light of the moon and the stars. Those celestial bodies were witnesses to their love - but also, Elina thought, to Fenros' eventual murder. Guilt shot like lightning throughout her system. Tears began to flow down her cheeks - their lips never met. Elina ran and ran, as fast and as far as her legs could take her. The Blood Moon was just a quarter of a day away and time was running short. Fenros chased her, but could not catch up as she commandeered a horse from her relative's stables and returned to Ruvina Castle.

Elina and Vespa already knew the Ritual by heart so their mother, Reyna, did not see any need to supervise them on this most auspicious day. She returned to the Castle empty handed, and went to the altar deep into the Black Forest blushing and ashamed. Her sister, Vespa, simply could not comprehend her change of heart - Elina was so enthusiastic before they went. In the end, however, she forgave her, and their sisterly love was such that they even shared the same sacrifice: Vespa had somehow gotten the second son of a powerful Baron. Both sisters held the knife's handle together and they drove it into the sleeping man's heart the moment the bells tolled midnight.

As the moon turned red, power surged inside the two sisters, starting from their stomachs and spreading towards their arms and legs, fingers and toes. It was not, however, the overwhelming tidal wave of raptuous pleasure that their mother had promised, for the life energy of the man was split evenly between the two. Still, they were delighted when they cast their first spells, and contracted their first familiars via covenants of blood. They were witches now. But mother was not happy.

She waited in the castle's throne room, leg over the other in an arrogant pose upon the throne like a true royal. Her smile was full of pride, both for herself and for her daughters. Yet she frowned soon, as they told her of what had happened. Reyna then stood up and lashed out, snuffing away every lit candle with the sheer force of her presence. She called them failures, she called them mistakes, and even less than animals. Her ire terrified her daughters, and when she threatened to kill them, they held hands and... simply disappeared. Where to, she did not know, and to this day, she regrets the event.

The two sisters wandered for a time. Just a few months. Eventually, they came upon the Bloodrose Coven who welcomed them with open arms. Glad to have finally found a place to belong, free from Reyna who was more of an overbearing taskmaster than a loving mother, the two are among the most enthusiastic of its members.


A kind and loving person whose firm embrace, sweet whispers, and powerful passion would keep her warm, comforted and happy in a thunderstorm.



Blood Magic: A type of dark art that revolves around the aspects of mortality: life, death, blood and sex. Elina is able to use the life forces of sacrificed creatures to grant her boons of almost limitless scope, from temporarily increased physical strength to even outright teleportation. She is also able to draw power from the recently dead, although to a much lesser extent, and to manipulate blood like a hydromancer would water, but not as well: the primary agency of Blood Magic has always been sacrifice; and her greater powers pivot entirely around what and who she kills.

To some extent, she is able to draw power from sexual energy as well. So the efficacy of her spells may also hinge upon who she beds.

Her path of magic grants her a unique affinity to predatory creatures: wolves, snakes, lions and other such large carnivores do not think of her as prey or a threat, but a friend.

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Father - An unknown cockslave of good bloodstock
Mother - Reyna Ruvina
Sister - Vespa Ruvina
The za Donnima Family - Magically weak relatives who live among the common folk

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Luna - A common female cat whose fur is completely white. She has been contracted by Elina to be her familiar. She, however, was not given any magical boons, and as opposed to being an agent or tool, she is instead Elina's constant companion.

With tresses as black as night and irises the color of sapphires, Vespa stands with some contrast to her fraternal twin, Elina. The differences don't end there, however. She is a proud, ambitious and driven young woman bent on mastering the secrets of the arcane, although her frame is just as light and as petite as her sister's. A brave girl who is unafraid to speak her mind and rather brusque in demeanor, she is nonetheless possessed of a stout heart - to some degree, as she surely not above human sacrifice to feed her developing powers. Vespa is bright and cheerful, and can be expected to greet one with a smile. Raised as proper lady in an aristocratic house, however, she is no stranger to etiquette, and were she to meet a man worthy enough to take her hand in a dance, he could bring out her softer, slower side: a different face, one that blushes often, smiles shyly, and looks away with embarrassed eyes.

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Born alongside her fraternal twin, Elina, to Reyna Ruvina under the auspices that she came out first, her louder newborn cry would never be lost as she grew up and it developed into her bright and brave personality that has been with her since early childhood. Raised in a castle where the servants and household knights were undead, her aristocratic upbringing instilled in her a strong duty to her family and the notion of continual self-improvement. As Vespa grew up and her mother began to expect only the best things from her, the pubescent girl rose to the challenge with a confident grin and a sparkle in her eyes.

So she was more enthusiastic than her sister when the time came to remove the Ruvina Curse and unleash her magical powers. However, the fact that the curse even existed in the first place disgusted Vespa to her very core. She could barely fathom the idea that her ancestor, whose forever shamed name was then long forgotten, was actually so weak to have lost to a rival witch and caused the affliction, which hindered the expression of magical potential, to infect the noble Ruvina bloodline. The Gods' graces were with her family, however, and after several generations the seal had weakened enough that current members of the House of Ruvina could cancel it with an appropriately bountiful blood sacrifice.

Any creature of magnificence would have sufficed, say, a lion, a bear or a pegasus. But Mother wanted only the best of things for and from her children, and so demanded that the key to unlock the gates to their potential be a creature that could similarly attain unlimited greatness: another human being.

To facilitate this task, she and her sister Elina were sent to live in the manor of some distant relatives who dwelled among non-magical, common folk. The sisters were to catch a sacrifice by any means necessary, and as they were more or less confident about their looks, they decided seduction to be the best avenue of approach. Vespa personally hated the whole affair even though it was an important task, for though she mingled with nobles, their auras were frail and weak. Only their egos were strong. She had never been gregarious, living in a mostly empty castle, and so had social difficulties at first. There was also the issue of young men who wanted her so obviously that it made her cringe. The most annoying was a man named Marcus, son of Gaius, the Baron of Aurelius Castle.

He was the noble's second son, which meant that he was nothing, as only the firstborn inherited the lands and the estates and the titles. Blonde of hair and blue of eye, prone to boasting and spouting banter, he flirted with her as if it were a bad play. There was kneeling, roses, and even public declarations of his love which embarrassed her to no end. He'd serenade her from below her window, and would always say that he'd be back tomorrow as she always ignored him. This lasted for weeks, and the whole time she thought of him a fool. Until the day he gave up in the middle of a song and walked away, head held low. Vespa couldn't believe it, but she actually felt horrible. Almost immediately, she rushed down to meet him, which made him smile. For some reason, it made her smile too, and he teased her for it. So she slapped him. But in the end, they developed a conversation - and once the two got to know each other, so did a friendship.

That friendship turned into a romance rather quickly, at the height of a religious holiday where the folk celebrated in a large, festive carnival. Vespa and Marcus drank, sang, and made merry for the whole of the day. And in the night, as the town became sleepy, they sat upon a hill to rest and look at the stars above. The young woman soon came to realize the good traits of the man whom she'd had so much fun with - he was arrogant, sure; but he was sincere, bold and determined to get his way. Under the light of the moon, they held hands. But that wasn't enough for youthful hearts. They kissed.

And then he took her to his bedroom. The moment the door clicked shut, the lock was put in place, and their tongues were intertwined. He held her by her hips, his grip so consciously present to her mind, while she had thrown her arms over his shoulders to wrap around his neck. Buttons and straps were undone as they slowly took off each others' clothes. And soon they were bare, save for their underwear. Her body shone like the finest silver under the moonlight. Marcus told Vespa that she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid his eyes on, and she blushed the deepest crimson.

He had guided her to the bed when it hit her. What was she doing? Why was she in-love? Wasn't this man, who hovered before her, who was trailing warm kisses down her stomach, supposed to be but a mere tool in securing her future? And wasn't she supposed to be back at the Castle by now? A crisis developed within her, and she asked for him to stop. Marcus asked what was wrong. Her reply was a clever one: she said that she wouldn't sleep with him until they married. So he clasped his hands around hers and asked her to marry him now.

With her heart being frozen by a suddenly overwhelming sense of duty, she told her that, as a fellow noble and the firstborn of her parents, the final say came to her mother. So they comandeered a carriage and headed straight for Ruvina Castle, which was just a few hours away. Reyna detected their presence the moment they stepped foot upon the outer castle grounds, and came to the front gates with a wide grin.

Marcus bowed. Reyna simply pointed at him. And then he fell to the ground, unconscious. Vespa bowed her thanks as her mother's familiar, a great black wolf named Dracul, began to carry the unconscious Marcus to an unholy altar deep within the Black Forest. A beast of blood, it had no patience for tasks that saw no killing, and so briskly returned to the Castle upon depositing the body there. A short while later, Elina also arrived, although empty handed. It turned out that the shyer girl did not have the guts to kill the man whom she had seduced - a waste, too, as that man was a Hunter. She could not help but lash out at the waste of such great magical potential, but in the end, she calmed down.

Vespa could not bear to see her sister so helpless, so she offered to share Marcus' life energy with her. Taking the handle of the knife together, they drove it deep into the witless noble's heart just as the bells tolled midnight.

Afterwards, the rendevous with their mother was as violent as expected. Reyna could simply not tolerate such a failure. Vespa and Elina were supposed to be the ones to carry the torch of House Ruvina when she inevitably expired. That night, she expected greatness, but got only half-baked rejects. For the first time, the Matriarch of Ruvina found her daughters to be wanting and utterly disgusting. She threatened to kill them, and that was her mistake - in the heat of the moment, they held hands and disappeared. Where to, she did not know. And so she lost her daughters, and began to weep.

Vespa and Elia wandered for several months. Eventually, they came upon the Coven of the Bloodrose, who took them in with open arms. Finally having found a place to belong, away from the shame of having failed their family, the two are among the most enthusiastic of their members.

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A strong and driven person able to match her own ambition. Someone who is worthy enough to climb to the peaks of the tallest mountains with her, and look fondly at what they have accomplished together.

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Blood Magic: A type of dark art that revolves around the aspects of mortality: life, death, blood and sex. Vespa is able to use the life forces of sacrificed creatures to grant her various, almost limitless boons, from temporarily increased physical strength to even outright teleportation. She is also able to draw power from the recently dead, although to a much lesser extent, and to manipulate blood like a hydromancer would water, but not as well: the primary agency of Blood Magic has always been sacrifice; and her greater powers pivot entirely around what and who she kills.

To some extent, she is able to draw power from sexual energy as well. So the efficacy of her spells may also hinge upon who she beds.

Her path of magic grants her a unique affinity to predatory creatures: wolves, snakes, lions and other such large carnivores do not think of her as prey or a threat, but a friend.

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Father - An unknown cockslave of good bloodstock
Mother - Reyna Ruvina
Sister - Vespa Ruvina
The za Donnima Family - Magically weak relatives who live among the common folk

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None.

His eyes are a dee brown and his hair is black and slicked back. His build is lithe and thin, but he has more muscle than most would believe underneath his witch-hunter garb. He keeps his face clean shaven, finding facial hair unatrractive aside from his long sideburns. His skin is ruddy and tanned, from his hard work in the field.



Age: 24

Short history: Corradino Michelangelo Parisi is an heir of the great Parisi house of Witch-hunters, an old and proud family who have hunted witches for as long as they have recorded. Corradino was born into such a family on the red moon, as was traditional. He was taught from a young age his purpose, to hunt and kill witched. And so, as soon as he could speak he was taught, and as soon as he could walk he was taught to fight.

The Parisi family have been Witch hunters for many decades, and have become quite good at it. Ever since the family can remember they have hunted fowl witches, and not once has one of their members fallen to the wiles of a witch. To maintain this, they train their heirs themselves with a harsh and rather unorthodox training regimen. From harsh physical tests constantly to the grueling mental breaking, the ethics are questionable to say the least. At the end of the training, a Parisi hunter is the best of the best and often has a rather serious god or superiority complex, believing they are infallable. This leads many to believe them to b pompous... though they rarely fail. Until Emiliano that it is... for the Parisi brothers are the first of their kind, twins born under the blood moon.

He was not however raised alone. His twin brother Emiliano was raised with him and needed... help. The twins parents treated them quite differently from eachother, though both were trained hard their parents seemed to berate Emiliano constantly for his clumsiness and lack of natural skill. Corradino wanted to help his brother despite his parents orders not to. He wanted to help his brother succeed, for it was known a Parisi who could not be a hunter could not live too tarnish the family name.

Everyday in secret he helped to train his bumbling brother, and after awhile he believed the fool was as good as he was gooing to get. So, Corradino did what he had to. He trained himself even harder while still training his brother, and formulated a plan for Emiliano to succeed at the final trials a Parisi hunter was put through. Unknown to his parents or his twin, Corradino sabotaged Emiliano's test, making it far easier than it should have been, so that his brother could succeed. In the end it worked, and now despite his brothers general ineptitude and gullibleness, they often work as a team... though secretly this is mostly so Emiliano can't get himself killed.

Type of women: Determined and ready for anything. He likes women who are willing to work as hard as he does, and enjoys competing with them to see who is better

Weapon of choice: Rapier

Family members: Brother- Emiliano Sebastiano Parisi, Father- Baradino Parisi, Mother- Rita Parisi

Pets/Familiars: He does not have one... though some would call his brother such

(Only for clothing)


Unlike his brother, Emiliano keeps a small mustache and keeps his hair cropped short. Other than that, they are twins and quite similar in appearance. Same eyes, noes, height and such and it is not uncommon for one to be mistaken for the other(much to both brothers chagrin)

Age: 24

Short history: Emiliano was born a Parisi, but he never felt like one. His family were famous(or infamous if you asked the witches) witch hunter family and its male heirs born under the blood moon were some of thee best hunters there were... until the twins tht is. Born with his twin brother Corradino under the blood moon, their parents rejoiced beleiving this would be the first time two great witch hunters would work at the same time from the Parisi family. They had no idea how wrong they were.

Corradino was everyhting they had hoped for in a son, who was to become a truly talented Witch hunter. Emiliano was... less than that. During his training it was discovered he was clumsy, uncoordinated, gullible and just generally foolish. His one saving grace had been his charm and ease of dealing with people and investigation, but that hardly mattered if he couldn't effectively kill a Vampire. Knowing what happened to Parisi boys who could not cut it, he confided in his brother his extreme fear of death, showing he was a bit of a coward as well. His brother loved him though, and helped Emilino trained. Though he got much better than he had been before, his skills as a Witch Hunter other than his charm and investigative abbilities were at about your average Witch Hunter by the end... if a bit more prone to accidents making foolish mistakes.

Against all odds though, he passed the final tests! He had no idea his brother had sabotaged his test in order for him to beat it, and has been grateful ever since. However, as the two have worked together, he has begun to resent his brother for constantly outshining him in the field. Though he hides it well, his anger and resentment are starting to creep outwardly more and more... hopefully he can get over it before it can be taken advantage of by the twins clever prey.

Type of Women: The happy man likes happy women, and prefers women who are enjoyable to be around and possibly slightly ditzy. Women who can take a joke, like exploring new things and enjoy general shenanigans are his kind of women.

Weapon of Choice: Musket

Family members: As his brother

Lorelai and Nozgorbor, Lesser Prince of Wrath

Age:??? Time flows strangly in the abyssal planes of the inferno that Lorelai has often trod. She sometimes fears that her lifespan might not be limited, the idea of an infinite life doesn't appeal to her. She has an almost ageless appearance, but the best estimate would be 20-30 for her apparent age.

Short History: Lorelai is from a long line of witches, cultists, and demon worshippers. When her power awoke it was already expected and her mother quickly saw that she had the best tutors and patrons lined up to help her develop her fell powers. Many years later hunters had finally caught wind of the Von'Strauss clan, leading to the destruction of most of her family. Her mother and father burned at the stake, her for being a witch and he for protecting her.

Lorelai bears a hatred for hunters that few witches can match. She dreams of the day the last of their kind dies under her boot.

Recently she's caught wind of a name, Digard. It seems Hector Digard was the man that burned her parents, he's a skilled hunter to be sure, and by all reports so was his son Fenros, but he has three other children and a wife. How skilled are they? The Digard family, like so many hunter clans before them, would soon learn why mankind cling to temples and shrines, it wasn't out of faith.

It was out of fear.

Lorelai made her way to the castle. She was determined to meet with this Medusa Bloodrose. Gone were the days when hiding from hunters was an option. Even her voice carried her demonic blood now, demons obeyed, witches listened, and hunters recoiled. Madam Bloodrose was well known in the witch world, and only by seeking protection from a witch of such power did she stand a chance against the legions of enemies she'd made.

She was dressed appropriately for the occasion, her ritual garb was a tight bodysuit made from skin torn from succubi who'd displeased her. Their skin turned black when exposed to the bloodmoon long enough. From the seams dangled tokens from demons that owed her allegiance, a lock of hair here, a long curved tooth there. She wore the mask given to her by her mother, it a simple black half mask that covered only the top portion of her face, leaving her mouth and chin exposed. It was woven with enchantments that gave her voice a honeyed tone, it wasn't capable of control, but it ensured that her words were taken in the best light.

Hesitantly she reached to knock on the large wooden double door to the castle proper. Ominously it creaked open before her knuckles kissed the blacked wood. She smiled to herself, of course, how fitting for the castle of a renown witch.

"I'm Lorelai from clan Von'Stauss, I've come to speak with the mistress of the castle" She called out.

Type of Man: Lorelai prefers the company of women, after suffering so much at the hand of hunters even the faces of mundane men conjure an irrational anger in her. Her ideal partner is one who is loyal and strong, so she never has to fear losing another loved one, and woe to he who harms her love, she's lost enough, and soon you will too. Lorelai lives with one foot in the past, visiting old justice on hunters and mortals alike for the sins of their fathers, it will take a truly exceptional woman to remind her that the past is the past, and her life is worth more than pretty vengence.

Family- Disceased with no exception.

Special Power: The Infernal Bargain. Lorelai is the last in a long line of witches. As such her blood carries a nobility that demons, spirits, and other eldritch horrors recognize. Over her life Lorelai has made pacts with many of these entities, from the lowly temptation demons to some entities that 'Man Should Not Know'. They're always but a call away, ready to lend their fell power to her own, for a price. Lorelai makes regular sacrifices and observes a long list of bans and ritual behaviors to keep these entities appeased. Her body is frail from the twisted power of the abyss that flows through her, but the real trick to destroying Lorelai isn't simply killing her, it's getting past the infernal lords that first taught man fear.

Familiar: Sousiel. Sousiel's an lesser infernal lord that accompanies Lorelai at the behest of her demonic patrons. She serves to ensure Lorelai can maintain her pacts by acting as a secretary of sorts, making sure she makes enough time in each day for the blasphemies required. She also of course reports the activities of Lorelai and her companions to the lords of the pit, and serves to facilitate communications her mistress might need with those dark patrons.

Arzow Untheass

"Distance, 200 meters. I can make that."

Name: Arzow "Jet" Untheass

Age: 19

Short History: Arzow, along with his brother Wren, were born into a family of Hunters, going by the title of Untheass. They were to train and become first grade Hunters, the best Hunters the world has known - or at least that's what their parents wanted. From a young age, they were inducted into the families training regiment, and worked so the peak of their abilities.

Of the two brothers, Arzow was easily the better Hunter. He had immense intelligence, a likeable personality and an innate skill for fighting. He surpassed his brother at everything, and was titled a prodigy of Hunters for generations to come. However, nothing lasts forever.

The two were on a hunting exercise, hunting some animals that had been released for the experience. When, as they approached one, a Witch appeared - killing it in an instant and then turning on the two. While the two were brave, they had never fought a Witch; Wren cowering in fear as the new development arose. Arzow didn't hesitate to take action.

Though the battle ahead seemed bleak, he had been taught never to give up. He was to fight with his head held high, so that he may either claim victory or death at the end. In the end, though, all that surrounded the field was the corpse of a deer, the blood soaked field, the trembling body of Wren, and a dead Witch.

After that, he was paraded as a hero - a warrior - and has been training since. He only recently left his family to search for adventure, and the chance to earn a profit along with it.

Type of Woman: Arzow prefer people who are strong enough to handle themselves, but also prove a bit of a challenge. He hates the idea of love being a trifle task, and so looks for those who might be difficult for him to handle. And, if that woman has a gentle side, who still needs taking care of, even better!

Weapon of Choice (only one): Though Arzow is proficient in many weapons, and types of weapons, his choice of blade is a straight, finely crafted sword with a rope mechanism that extends the hilt into a crossbow.

Family Members Names: Wren Untheass - younger brother
Marlow - father
Aria - mother
Unrelated Untheass family members

Pets/Familiars: No pets, though he does have a jet black barn owl that sometimes follows him around, hence his nickname.

Wren Untheass

"W-wait, a f-fight? I... Uh, I-I'd rather not..."

Name: Wren "Kiddo" Untheass

Age: 17

Short History: Wren, along with his brother Arzow, were born into a family of Hunters, going by the title of Untheass. They were to train and become first grade Hunters, the best Hunters the world has known - or at least that's what their parents wanted. From a young age, they were inducted into the families training regiment, and worked so the peak of their abilities.

Of the two brothers, Wren was easily the worst Hunter. He had average intelligence, an avoidable personality and an no real talent for fighting. His brother surpassed him at everthing, but nothing would separate them - as Wren never felt jealous. However, nothing lasts forever.

The two were on a hunting exercise, hunting some animals that had been released for the experience. When, as they approached one, a Witch appeared - killing it in an instant and then turning on the two. While the two were brave, they had never fought a Witch; Wren cowered in fear at the sight, realising that the two would likely die. He watched, with fearful eyes, as Arzow charged forth to face it.

The battle looked like it was entirely one sided, but it turned out that Arzow had just been gauging the Witch's strength. The battle ended with the bloody corpses of both Witch and deer being dragged back to the town, and Arzow was paraded as a hero. Wren watched, smiling somewhat, as his brother was cheered for and praised, knowing that - one day - he might live up to his brothers standards.

He recently left home, at the same time as Arzow - despite warnings - in an attempt to find his place in the world, and maybe, just maybe, find his dream.

Type of Woman: Wren doesn't often think of women, nor the type of woman he would be interested in. However, if he had to put a description to it, he would say they needed to be kind, caring, capable and loving. A naive hope or a naive mind.

Weapon of Choice (only one): Wren uses a sword that is held through the middle with a catch. The catch can be released, splitting the blade into two single-edged daggers.

Family Members Names: Arzow Untheass - older brother
Marlow - father
Aria - mother
Unrelated Untheass family members

Pets/Familiars:

Name: Hazel Fay Lovelace
Age: 20
Short History: Hazel’s mother, being a witch, herself she grew up learning magic. Her father wasn’t exactly in the picture, but she did know him. Her mother being a ‘good witch’ led to Hazel feeling like she had limitations, which led her to wanting more. She didn’t like the feeling of what seemed to be useless limitations. It was at this time of her life that she decided to practice some darker magic, which has since led her to the Bloodrose Coven.
Type of Man: Hazel looks for someone who can make her laugh, whether that’s through witty comments or sheer goofiness. They have to know when to be serious though, know when she needs strong arm around her.
Special Power: Hazel is skilled in fear manipulation, however it has it’s draw backs. While she is maybe not able to strike fear into people’s hearts, she can amplify the fears that are already there to an extreme point. She can make her victim die of fright, but she can get them pretty close to that point. It takes a lot of her energy to get to them to that point, however, and when she’s reckless, she can end up not being able to contain her own fears, which she has a quite a bit of.
Family Members Names:
Mother- Genevieve Lovelace
Father- Harold Summers
Pets/Familiars: She has a small, fluffy, black dog that she loves like a child. She has never given her a name, but often calls it Darling Dog or Darling.

Name: Theodore Mortas

Age: 24

History:
Theodore Mortas was born into mediocrity in the town of Caelfall’s Eye. As a single child his parents had great expectations of him. Some would say they were dreamers, living off the hope that their son would grow up to become a hero.

His mother raised him alone for the most part as his father rarely managed to be in their company, himself being a hunter working in secrecy.

Theodore however seemed to be bent on shattering their dreams. To say that he was dispassionate with his life and everything encompassing that would have been a gross understatement and it was what defined most of his early life. Even after being told about the countless stories of hunters becoming heroes and taking down evil witches, he still had an unquestionable disinterest in becoming a hunter. And he had his way of being very cynical about it too, which happened to be another aspect that defined his personality.

One day however, that changed. His disinterest of being a hunter persisted, yet he inadvertently became one anyways.

The town of Caelfall’s Eye was ruled by the royal family of Delacroix, who were known for their minor lineage of witches.
And despite their inferior bloodline, they still ruled the town with an iron fist, forcing hunters to work in secrecy.

It was on that day Theodore Mortas, acting on sheer impulse, waltzed in their grand castle looming over his small hometown and massacred anyone and everyone that happened to be in his path, having finally found the only way to quench the boredom that came with his distasteful life so far. Following that event, he also came into possession of the royal family’s most precious item. The sword called Caelfall’s Eye, which originally belonged to the town that bore the same name.

His boredom had attained new heights and in the end he took down the Delacroix family, just to see if he could.

He was welcomed into the ranks of hunters due to his apparent skill in combat, yet it was not something that happened on his own accord. Innocent individuals had also paid the price of their life for Theodor's actions, leaving him with the options of either facing the consequences of the slaughter he caused or joining the Hunters.

Type of woman: Quirky, energetic and unpredictable. The type that could breathe life into the monotone existence of his.

Weapon of choice: The Caelfall’s Eye, a one-handed sword. The sword had its origins in the town of the same name. It had been imbued with the magical energies of ice by, possibly, a witch. Wherever it struck it left an uncanny silver eye shape made of tiny ice crystals.

Family members:
Father: Alistair Mortas
Mother: Jayde Mortas

Pets/Familiars:
Another remarkable ability of Caelfall’s Eye was the apparent allure it had on, specifically, white birds. After acquiring the Caelfall’s Eye, Theodore was always accompanied by white, winged beings, yet never the same one.