Name: Medusa Bloodrose

Age: 38

Short History: Medusa wasn't always how she was; Before her encounter with the elders she used to be pure hearted and kind to everyone she met. She was a healer, a good 'witch' who everyone in town went to get better. She was a friend to all and was trusted by her village to always help those in need. Once she found out about her cheating fiancé she was heart broken and darkness seeped into her heart.

The elders were able to communicate with her after that and told her it was her destiny to continue on their legacy of darkness and destruction. So she followed their instructions and she was fully consumed by darkness, her heart becoming as black as coal.

She changed her name to Medusa so that no one would ever be able to destroy her power and the mask aided in the destruction of her former identity. She maintains the Bloodrose Garden for which she, and the coven is named. Legends states that each rose is a tortured soul, and that releasing them would greatly diminish her power.

Type of Man: "Men are useful for breeding, and little beyond that. My romantic years are long behind me."

Special Power (only one): Communion with the Elders. Medusa recieves messages, and power, from enigmatic entities she calls 'The Elders' she believes they are the malevolent impressions of witches long past. Her power manifests in strange ways, and rarely in quite the same way twice.

Family Members Names: James Bloodrose ~ Father ~ Deceased
Matilda Bloodrose ~ Mother ~ Deceased

Pets/Familiars: A miniature dragon named Geraldt that she's bent to her will and in the case of an attack she can enlarge his size to that of a full size dragon.

Lorelai Von'Strauss - "The inferno holds nothing I fear, do you think you do?"

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 woke in a strange bed, in a strange castle. It appeared she didn't die, that was almost unfortunate. Standing she quickly found her clothes, they had been cleaned. Dressing herself she stepped out of the room and into a lavishly decorated hallway. The decor was undercut by signs of disuse, cobwebs and dust had settled here and there where souls hadn't trod it what appeared to be ages.

She felt the draw of a great source of infernal power. It led her through the labrynthine corridors of the castle. Eventually she came to a spiraling staircase and there atop the tower she saw a rose garden. A woman was tending the garden, not just any woman, the mask marked her as Medusa Bloodrose a formidable witch. Lorelai would need her aid against the legions of enemies she'd likely made.

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

Nowadays Lorelai is the unspoken 'second in command' of Medusa Bloodrose. It's said that more of her blood is in the caste's walls than mortar, and in the dead of night, if you listen hard enough, the demons bound there will tell you that too.

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, and serves to facilitate communications her mistress might need with her dark servitors.

Sousiel - "I belong to Lorelai, isn't that cool!?"

Age: As Lorelai

Short History: Sousiel was forged in the abyss at the same time as Lorelai was born, using a sliver of the witch’s soul as a kernel. When she first saw her mistress three years later, she knew that the baby Von’Strauss was destined for dark and terrible things. When she was returned to the inferno after her visit she immediately began amassing power in anyway she could, desperate to be able to stand proudly at her mistress’ side as her partner.

The Von’Strauss dynasty fell when Sousiel was eleven, and she was heartbroken. She’d worked so hard, piled up a mountain of corpses from her peers and superiors alike so that she could proudly present herself to Lorelai, only to have the girl die. A month later, whispers of her mistress’ survival reached Sousiel’s ears. Elated she rushed to escape the inferno on her own, no small feat to be by the girl’s side.

The second time she met her mistress, the first time Lorelai would remember, it was in the ruins of her family home. The girl was crouched, sobbing, over the desiccated remains of her grandmother. As Sousiel entered the room Lorelai turned to her, and what she offered was no pact, no ordinary binding either. Instead Lorelai proclaimed Sousiel to be hers, as simply as one would state that the sky was blue. Sousiel trembled at her first taste of her mistress’ power, it washed over her like an irresistible tide. It made her feel powerless, completely at the whimsy of the pretty young Lorelai, iron coils wound through her, and before it was over the very thought of disobeying made her sick inside. In a word, it was perfect.

Though the years Sousiel and Lorelai have surmounted things her mistress’ ancestors would have thought impossible. They bound Demon Lords alone, they lived in the inferno to study scrolls demons treasure, even built a citadel there. They’d settled in happily when Lorelai caught wind on the location of Hector Digard, the hunter that had spearheaded her family's destruction. So they left, and the destruction of the Digard patriarch brought them to Coven Bloodrose, and the sisterhood Lorelai had always wanted.

Type of Lorelai: Lorelai. Of the Von’Strauss variety to be precise.

Family - Largely enslaved by Lorelai

Special power: Perfect Vessel: Sousiel’s demonic nature makes her the perfect vessel for entities too alien or powerful to exist here on their own. Lorelai makes use of that fact infrequently as the experience is harrowing for Sousiel to say the least.

Pet/Familiar: Lorelai, an old witch detailed above.

Age: 25

Personality: She’s a Von’Strauss, and a young one at that. Alyssa keeps a straight face through almost anything, and has a deep hatred of weakness in anything. The Von’Strauss clan was a brutal one, their scions devoid of beautiful lies like love or happiness. While Alyssa has proven to herself over the years that the world isn’t as harsh as her teachers claimed she still keeps an iron like mask over her emotions. Iron can break though, and when it does it reveals a woman that is unsure about her place in the grand scheme and wants nothing more than a worthy cause to dedicate herself to.

Short History: Alyssa, like Lorelai, was long away from Castle Von’Strauss when Hector and his paladins finished their cull of the Dragons. She wandered aimlessly for a long time after that. Foolish men will pay greatly for a chance to seal their fates with a demon for some short lived happiness, and her talents in facilitating such bargains put food on her plate and a tavern’s roof over her head most nights. Then she passed through the wreckage of Roth-burg, gazing on the remains of the once bustling town brimstone found its way to her nose. Alyssa spent the next several years on Lorelai’s trail, if she could kill the woman her power would be Alyssa’s. Then and only then could she open the way to the pit and complete her descent, and walk amongst her ancestors.

Somewhere along the way Alyssa realized a hard truth. She wasn’t the real heir to the Von’Strauss Dragon, and to challenge the dark witch whose war path she walked would end in ruin. Alyssa still hunted though for reasons she couldn’t divine, perhaps blood called to blood? Maybe after years of searching Alyssa wanted to stand in the shadow of her last kin, and feel it’s taint in her heart? Either way the sky darkens with every step, and soon she’ll arrive before her kin. For better or worse.

What she looks for in a partner: Alyssa hasn’t given much thought to this question over the years, and is woefully uneducated in matters of the heart. Succubi make for a quick and sensual partner for a night, but when it comes to truly opening up to someone Alyssa has next to no experience. Her life has been hard and cold, it will take someone exceptional to slip behind her armor.

Special power: Dragon’s Tongue: The differences between Lorelai’s and Alyssa’s magic is experience and magnitude. Alyssa - so far - hasn’t found the cold blooded determination to rip would be gods from the inferno as servants. However she’s far healthier than her older sibling, and commonly uses short term pacts to accentuate her physical prowess.

Familiar: Uriel is a small dog that can take on the appearance of a dog eared girl as needed to serve her mistress’ commands. Unlike her cousin Sousiel, Uriel has little to no combat experience, but has a more pleasant demeanor.

Name: Clarissa Clearwater

Age: 18

Short History: Clarissa destroyed her town as a baby. Her mother and father were attacked and her inner instincts kicked in. She used her shadow manipulation and sent deadly shadow creatures which she calls Hob-rabbits, a mixed race of hob goblins and were-rabbits. Her town was demolished save for her house and that's when her parents knew she was special.

From a young age she was taught to control her powers and so now as an adult she has expert control over her shadows. That doesn't mean she acts like a mature adult. She's beautiful, absolutely stunning and her giggle is said to be enchanting. She's a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Type of Man: "Hmmmmmmmm.... That's a tough one.... Honestly I want a man to treat me right and to love only me. If he loves anyone else I'll rip out his still beating heart and eat it!"

Special Power (only one): The Power of Shadow Puppeting ~ She can create any object she wishes from shadows and only pure sunbeams can dispell them. She can also make strings out of shadows and use them to string up humans like puppets and make them do whatever she wishes them to do.

Family Members Names: Kaleb Clearwater ~ Father

Madison Clearwater ~ Mother

Pets/Familiars: A Orange, brown, and black spotted Tabby Cat named Precious. Precious can transform into a tiger or any other large jungle cat alive.

Name: Vivian Craven

Age: 22

Personality: Vivian is a bubbly young woman. She loves a stiff drink and a stalwart drinking companion. She's occassionally given to melancholious moods, she's suffered at the hands of monster and witches too after all. Vivian's rather outspoken about her hatred for witches in particualar. In her opinion vampire, werewolves and the like are pitiable, they had no choice after all. Witches however could turn away from their black magics if they chose.

History: Vivian grew up with a large family that lived near swamp land. Her father and brothers were hunters, while her mother and sisters attended to the house. The youngest of the brood she wasn't expected to work much, so she spend her early years chasing whatever caught her fancy. She learned to shoot her signature hand crossbows from her father, and learned about herbs and their uses from her mother. Like all hunters though her happily life was eventualy darkened.

In the night they came. A veritable legion of the undead. Her brothers and father fell against them, one by one. Finally her mother and sisters were at the witch's mercy. Hiding in the rafters of their barn she let loose her bolt. and perhaps it was luck or providence, but either way the witch met her end with a bolt in the eye. Vivian's been traveling ever since.

Signature Weapon: Hand crossbow. She carries two of them and they've been modified for faster reloading allowing for similar firing speeds to the more popular shortbow. Her real weapon though is the often overlooked mundane poisons. Lavender isn't the only toxin witches are vulnerable to after all.

Things she looks for in a partner: Vivian hates people who are glum and broody. The way she sees it, if you can't hunt with a smile get a different profession. That doesn't mean her smile is always genuine, but she believes losing hope is the first step to a bad end. Her partner would need to be cheerful, and patient enough to endure her relatively manic demeanor.

Pet: She's got a hunting dog named Lucky that she's stitched a vest for. The vest has pockets she uses to store poisons and herbal remedies, and a strap for spare ammo.

(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

Name: Genoveve Boudicca

Age:19

Short history: Genoveve is unlike many witches, she was not born in a castle, or to a healer or even near civilization at all. She is however, from a long line of witched. The Boudicca clan shunned the less traditional movement of witch culture long ago, declaring they would remain isolated, hermetic, and shamanistic as witches were 'meant to be'. To this end, every Boudicca witch has remained in nature, using and communing with the malign spirits and spectre of the forest. Each mother raises her daughter to be a witch, carefully grooming and preparing them for the final step they must go through, the ritualistic sacrifice of their mother to gain her power.

Genoveve was raised this way, but her mother became frustrated with her. Not because she was not talented or determined, it was that she was hopelessly naive. She tried to garden her daughter, in order to keep the malign spirits the family dealt with from tricking her, and was nearly successful. Mere weeks before the ritual was to take place, Genoveve was contacted by a new and unknown spirit. It told her that the ritual could be improved, and that if done her war Genoveve and her mother could live.

Genoveve was ecstatic, but the spirit warned her against telling her mother. It taught her how the ritual should be changed, so Genoveve made her adjustments. As the ritual commenced, Genoveve carried out the changes as her mother protested, before her soul was opened. All at once many of the evil spectres drawn by the dark ritual rushed in... but only the one who tricked Genoveve could gain a footbold. In the end, her mother was dead but Genoveve remained... with quite a few new companions.

The first spirit, now calling itself Yeris, urged her to seek out a coven, find new family... and attain her rightful place at its head.

Type of man: "W-well... he should be kind and make me happy an-NO! Our companion must above all be submissive, beholden only to us man or woman, if they are our devoted slave and doting servant that is most important...Oh... y-yes I suppose that is what I uhm... most desire..."

Special power- Spectral possesion: Genoveve is able to dispense some of the malign spirits within her as servants. They can easily posses animals, though when they leave the shock of the spectre splitting from the animal always kills it. Particularly weak minded and foolish humans can be possessed for a time, but the stronger a will the less time the spirit can remain and the less effect it has. On most hunters the spirit is only truly able to fool the hunter, make them doubt themselves and make mistakes. It is among to a deep and loud depression and anxiety in this way. It also causes delusions in the unprepared and unguarded, causing hallucinations and terror.

Family members- all deceased

Familiar- An owl that has been possessed by the third strongest spirit in Genoveve (right behind Genoveve herself) named Eric

Other- The spirits have had 2 effects that can be seen on the young woman for unknown reasons. She is extremely tall, being 6'3. Also, her tounge is massive and rounded, reaching about 6 inches long from her lips to its tip when she is really trying. It is tough and rough compared to regular tounges and discolored, an almost glowing purple color. She is able to hold it in her mouth however, making it quite sure img at first sight.

Also, occasionally Yeris talks through Genoveve and controls her actions, ordinarily referring to itself as 'we' but is prone to boasting in which it refers to itself as Yeris.

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 - Elina Ruvina
The za Donnima Family - Magically weak relatives who live among the common folk

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None.

Abigail “Abby” Athena Smart
Appearance:


Age: 9 ½

Personality: Abby has always tried to be ‘the perfect. The ‘perfect sister’ the ‘perfect daughter’. Making ‘perfect’ a part of her personality. She also spent most of her life trying to appease everyone to the least violent solution, making her more than a little manipulative, for the good of all of course.

History:
Abigail is the eldest daughter of Earl Smart and Sera “Vondela” Smart. The eldest child of a set of triplets. Unlike her middle sister, Lotte, who was the crazy trouble maker and her other sister Ash, who was the pretty nice one, Abby grew up learning to get her way by being ‘perfect’ and obeying the rules so she could bend them in her favor.

Rules like, ‘always be daddy’s little girl’ so that he’ll love you enough to not kill her sister because you’ve begged. Always pray and praise the lord so the nun will listen to you when you say that ‘Lotte didn’t mean it’ and save her from her fourth beating of the day. Be kind, be obedient, be ordinary so that others can feel extraordinary. Be what they’ll love, so that their love will find you.

After being sent to the church to help pay for her sisters ‘care’ Abby took on the role of ‘mother’ and ‘protector’ to her sisters. Although Lotte might disagree as Abby did allow ‘some’ harm to come to her sister. After all, if she ALWAYS protected her, how would Lotte ever learn to play the game?

After Ash was…murdered, Abby’s goals switched to three, and only three things. Find a way to destroy Mat. Who took her sister away from her. Find Lotte and drag her back, kicking and screaming if need be and third.... Please her new ‘family’ of hunters, as it is the best, if not only, way to survive.

Signature Weapon: None, maybe her mind.

Things they look for in a partner: -is 9-

Pets/Familiars: None.

Hunter “Clay” Hale

Appearance:

Age: 26

Personality:

Clay lacks a lot of passion particularly when it comes to his job. He usually only cares about witches when his personal funds run pathetically low. On one famous occasion a frantic woman came racing into a tavern begging him to help her with a witch problem. After a brief conversation with the inn keeper about finances and debt his response was essentially “I’m good, but thanks for asking.” A less famous incident was when he came across a witch in the middle of a blood ceremony. Because rent wasn’t due for another week or so, he left her with a vague shrug.

His utter lack of passion for his job bleeds over into his personality to an extent. Until the ale sets in, when he become a more interesting person.

History:
He has a sister, supposedly. Although he had never met her, she was gone well before he was born. But his mother often told him stories about how she and his father had tried for years to have a child, when finally they were blessed to have a little girl who was “as prefect as prefect could be”. Only to have her snatched away by a cruel and ugly witch over a debt of some sort.

Which is where he came in.

His mother, already elderly by the time he was born, died soon after his birth. Full of anger and spite, she made her final request that he’d be named Hunter and would hunt down the demons of the earth so that no other would be forced to live in a ‘childless’ house hold. Through no fault of their own, of course.

So his father, who was also elderly, more fit for grandchildren than fatherhood named him Hunter and used up most of the families fortune setting Hunter up with various witch hunter, training him to be everything his mother ever wanted.

When his father died close to his 16th birthday, Hunter took the families remaining fortune and split. Renaming himself Clay and seeking ANY future but the one laid before him. But funds dried up and he had no choice but to return to the life of a hunter. But he kept the name.

Because a hunter named Hunter just sounds stupid.

Signature Weapon: Crossbow

Things they look for in a partner: Rich. Or someone with land as Clay dreams of being a farmer. But for the time being, he mostly just wants someone to help pass the time with.
Pets/Familiars:
While he denies having a pet, he did accidentally feed a cat one time. Now the creature follows him from place to place. Breaking into rooms for warmth when it is cold and stealing food right out of his hand. He calls it “U.B.”

Appearance:
Age: 23

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Personality:
Em takes after her father a lot. While she is vicious on the hunt, she is kind and jovial in the tavern. She doesn’t hate being a girl and doesn’t hate on others for wanting to be more ‘traditional’.

History: Em’s father was once a witch hunter known throughout the land for his brutality and black and white view of good and bad. One might think that would have spilled over into his personal life, making him a cruel and strict man, but that wasn’t the case at all. At home he was an incredible kind family man. While he would have liked for one of his six sons to follow in his foot steps, he supported each of their individual endeavors, even if it lead them away from the hunting path.
Then his seventh child was born. Emiliah, his only daughter. It was clear from a very young age that she wasn’t the “settling down type” and, after a few horridious accidents in the kitchen, didn’t have a “domestic bone in her body”. But she was very interested in her fathers line of work and after a few “comprises” with Emiliah’s mother, she was allowed to train with her father.

Signature Weapon: Net and spear.

Things they look for in a partner: Someone hardworking and caring, like her father. They do not have to be a hunter in order to strike her fancy, but they do have to have passion and fire with what ever they are doing.

Family:
Mother: Elenora Hazelbrush: wife/mother.
Father: Edgar Hazelbrush: Father/ Former Hunter.
Siblings:
Edgar JR Aka EJ: Farmer. M. Ester. Kids: Erin and Ernst.
Ethana: Blacksmith. M. Elsa. Kids: Elle, Ella and Etta
Elliot: Priest.
Elijah: Mason. M. Elizabeth. Kids: Emily, Eva, Elias.
Erik: Scrib. M. Evelynn. Kids: Erikson, Eriksin, Erika.
Emmet: M. Emori. Kids: Tom
Pets/Familiars: A large black hunting dog named Tony.

Name: Taran Fisherson

Appearance:


He is leaner then he appears, the majority of his bulk coming from the layers of clothing that he wears to avoid having to carrying them.
Age: Between 17-19, it is a little unclear. He has the sneaking suspicion that he might not be aging properly.

Personality: Always on guard. Ever since he could remember, he was always trying to hide who he might. Always careful to never reveal too much about himself or his mission, or his powers. Which, essentially makes him come across as awkward. This also leads him susceptible to overpower personalities and is easily convinced. Because of his on guard personality with humans, he tends to get along with animals quite well.

History:
He has never really felt wanted. When he was young, perhaps two or three, his adoptive parents found him wandering around in the woods. Having no sons of their own, they chose to keep him and raise him along their three daughters.

It was clear from a young age that he was…peculiar. They were never quite able to catch him doing anything. It was more like strange fires starting or they would find him playing with objects he had no chance of reaching. It really only got worse at he got older.

He knew his adoptive parents loved him, but they also feared him, although they never said it. In fact, they’d be the first to deny that anything was wrong. It was more of an unspoken rule that he was supposed to suppress…whatever this was.

Which is what lead him on his travels. The older he got, the harder and harder suppression was. Soon, even his parents couldn't deny that he was dangerous to have in the around his sisters. Instead of making them ask him to leave, he snuck out one night. He didn’t plan on taking anything when he left, but he met his father he wordless ran into him in the hallway. His father handed him money, food and a spare set of clothing before drawing him into a hug. Leaving him with a “I hope you can come back someday”.

So, here he was. He’d been traveling to all the ‘hot spots’ of the world, hoping to ride himself of his…oddness.

Special Power: He has never tried to train his power, only suppress it, leaving him with very few magical skills. He does tend to have an affinity for starting fires.

Things they look for in a partner: He has never thought to much into it. It has always been too much of a impossibility.

Pets/Familiars:

None.

Angharad Seher

Appearance:

Age: 27

Personality:
Angharad also always been free about life. She always chooses to do as she pleases, when she pleases, if only to stick it to fate a little bit more. However, when she is going after something, a rare creature to combine, a love interest, an object, she is always very intense about it and is rarely derailed until she has reached her goal. However, once she’s had her fun, she is more than willing to jump to the next thing (and, this is also the reason for people reporting strange and unusual animals in her wake)

History:
Angharad is the last, and thus the leader of the Seher Clan. A once large and powerful clan of Seer specialized witches. Known far and wide for their love of making the future a little fuzzier than it had to be for prospective heroes. They were one of the only clans to activity work with hunters as most hunters just saw them as a group with the gift of ‘helpful God-sight’.

The price of future sight comes with a cost. While the training takes years and years, the gift comes to a seer in a single night. The price of that being forced to look into the future and see the day that they would die. Knowing that nothing they did would ever change that fate. It was sad when a witch would see a short life in front of her, but it was the way of the clan.

Grethu Seher, Angharad’s great, great, great grandmother, lead the clan for nearly 300 years, before transferring leadership to her youngest granddaughter during a time of great suffering in the clan. While the clan stood strong for nearly 500 years, over the last fifty years, every new seer saw her death occurring at a young age, some only days from their initiation. Most of them were suicides, brought on by knowing they had only a short life in front of them. Angharad, being the only one whose fate was unknown, was the only choice to lead so that her Grandmother could focus on trying to fix the seer’s curse.

Angharad had grown up knowing that she’d never take the gift, even if fate was set in stone, she’d rather take it as a surprise then face it head on. Although she did go through the training, her passion lay in creating of something new. Her wonderful, horrific animal hybrids, forced together by darkest magic.

Although knowing that her Great Grandmother had always known that she was going to die at the hand of Flint Digard, she refuses to let him go unpunished and her current ‘obsession’ is ending him and his family.

Special Power:
A chimera creator: The art of taking two creatures, who were never meant to be together, and creating a new breed of animal out of it. Usually, created by putting two animals together, thus, giving the animal a conscious per head. If an animals has only one, then the creator chooses what lives and what dies. Chimera's can also exist if two chimera's breed, thus eliminating the problem of conscious, as only one soul will inhabit it.

Basically a F-you to fate.

Things they look for in a partner: They have to be interesting.

Pets/Familiars: So many….

Charlotte “Lotte” Smart

Appearance:

Age: 9 ½

Personality: A friendly and trusting girl. Constantly searching for something to make life better. She tends to get very single minded on a topic that interests her. It isn't always the most important thing to focus on, but...the heart wants what the heart wants. Even if that is to categorize all of the life found in a tiny pond. Or investing in a demonic relationship.

History: Charlotte was born to Earl Smart and Sera “Vondela” Smart. The middle child of a set of triplets, Charlotte was always the most out spoken of the three. Thus , from an early age, always triggered the wrath of her father. Despite that, she was always very happy and friendly to all she met. And perhaps…a little too trusting of strangers.

She was also always a little odd. She found strange friends in the shadows. They always came to find her, but they never stayed long because they didn't like to be near her father. And her father didn't like to find her talking to the shadows.

After a particularly bad night with her father, her mother decided it was time to rid her middle daughter of her affliction and she sent her to the church to get her help. She also sent along her other sisters, to provide labor to pay the debt of the treatment. After a month of being there, a letter arrived informing the girls that their mother had passed away. The note gave no mention of retrieving the children, so they stayed at the church. Life getting much harder for Charlotte know that no one cared about her.

Then someone made her shadow friend real and he offered her a wonderful deal. Play a little game with some horrible men and he'd bring her mother back. The game worked well. She made it look like they killed her sister (Charon assured her it was just a wonderful bit of trickery) and she'd have her mother back.

Turns out Charon was unwilling to hold up his end of the deal and Lotte wasn't strong enough to make him. He was not unkind, however, and offered her the chance to have a new and better mommy. One all her own that she wouldn't have to share with her sisters. Her sisters would be fine, of course, Charon promised to leave them in a place where they'd be loved.

Ash joined her dead loving mother.
Abby with the hunters.

Special Power: Dragon's Tongue: Blood bides its time, and that is as true for the Von'Struasses as for any line. Just when the bloodline seemed doomed the Dragon's Tongue stirred in little Charlotte's mouth. Charlotte is an inheritor to the language of demon's and the power to bind them with her will alone, a dangerous power for a girl so young. She may become one of the mightiest witches to have ever lived, if youthful ambition doesn't see her languishing in the pit first.

Things they look for in a partner: -is 9-

Pets/Familiars: Always has some small animal she has picked up in her pocket. Mice, snakes, frogs, toads, lizards etc....

Sheevi Mekedo



Age: 20
Personality: Sheevi exhibits a very outgoing and bubbly personality, full of vigor and energy. A smile is always shown on her face, and she is always happy and willing to help. She may seem extremely susceptible to manipulation, but it is indeed quite the opposite. Within the smiles and happiness, lies a very disturbed and malevolent cause and motive. Sheevi plans to eventually take over the Coven, through force if necessary. She often uses her happiness and overall seductive nature and personality to subtly nudge other's actions into her favor. Although her malicious plans are indeed there, they are clouded by a young and rebellious mind, and she is easily distraught by her own feelings to overlook a possible ploy she had.

History: Wormed her way into the Coven with bright smiles and impeccable skill. She can more than handle herself in a hands on altercation, and her powers gained from the coven have only boosted her combat abilities. Before the Coven, she grew alone with nobody. Her childhood was essentially a long constant struggle of seduction, thievery, and isolation. That is, until she joined the Coven.

Special Power: Sheevi is talented in the art of psychological torment. She can bend the minds of others to her will, using their emotions and blinding rage to supplement her already attuned speed and combat skill. She is one for mind games. She can probe the inner recesses of an individual's mind, and torment them with emotion. The only downside? All mind torment she inflicts upon others, she inflicts upon herself. Making someone remember a particularly scarring event? She is a witness as well.

Desired partner traits: Despite her malicious acts and demeanor, hidden by a smiling facade, Sheevi truly wishes for a man or woman that she can trust and hug and show limitless affection to. Alongside her rage and manipulation, lies a desire for true love.

Pets/Familiars: N/A

Bermuda "Berk" Kalizco





Age: 22

Personality: Berk comes from a place where manners and etiquette are not simply polite, but a way of life. Her demeanor is always alert, respectful, and addressive. She tends to go far too overliteral with her address of colleagues and anyone else, and would more likely give a three word description than a name. Despite that, she is mandated by a loss for unnecessary conversation. She is usually silent until engaged in direct conversation. She is also a strict supporter of honor, and has a personal honor code she vows to never break lest she fall upon her sword. Oh, and she is fond of the color red.

History: Where Berk grew up, and lived most of her life, there was a strict caste system in place, dividing individual's place in society by the social class of their descendants. Berk, at birth, was born into the red ladder of societal placement, The Knights. Knights were, as expected, taught honor, justice, and glory in battle. This is what Berk was raised on her entire life, and still adheres to that code. However, she was exiled from her kingdom for the attempted murder of a corrupt and murderous authority figure who happened to be higher on the social ladder than her. After she was banished, she decided to join the feared and revered Hunters, to continue her legacy in combat, and ascertain her honor in protecting the land.

Signature Weapon(s): Sol and Luna
Berk's signature weapons are a pair of swords she has had her entire life, and is extremely proficient with. Although they are not the most attractive of weaponry, they were forged with dark black steel, and are hard as obsidian, never to break. She still maintains and sharpens her swords quite regularly, however.


Things they look for in a partner: Berk is a very practical and undemanding woman, who simply wishes to find a partner that suits her level of honor and battle prowess. That is what she was raised to believe. In reality, she searches for a wildcard. A partner that is interesting, and can always keep her guessing what their next move is.

Pets/Familiars: N/A

Alphonse or “Al” Stone
Appearance:

Age: 23

Personality: Alphonse is a very lazy assassin. He doesn’t have much ambition in terms of magic or accomplishment, mostly he wants to party and meet some ladies that aren’t into blood sacrifice. Speaking of ladies, Alphonse is incredibly frustrated in the Coven. While he feels the need to hit on the women in the coven, he quickly realizes the error of his ways as they reveal themselves to be powermad sorceresses who have no greater desire than to bend men to their will. Or maybe that’s just Alphons’ luck. Alphonse is generally kind, one of the few ways to motivate him is another person in legitimate need. Especially if they’re pretty.

History:
Parents: Mother: Margarette - unkownn as to her current whereabouts. Alphonse has not seen her since his kidnapping, despite the fact that she lived in one of the villages near the Coven. He has been forbidden from trying to find her.
Father: Unknown. Margarette never talked about Alphons’ father much, saying they shared a magical evening one night, and that he was a great gift given to her on that night.
Originally captured to be made into a cockslave, Alphonse was saved from his awesome ignoble fate when the witches discovered that he was a witch himself. Apparently gifted with a rare gift, Alphonse was put to work training in the arts of infiltration and assassination. Throughout his life he has essentially been used as a tool by the coven, destroying their enemies, and pleasuring those members of the coven who desire masculine affection. Alphonse has not enjoyed his tenure as a murder/sex meat slave, and has been trying to get away from the coven as much as he can in his off hours. He does enjoy his new life, after a fashion, despite its negative aspects, he just also hopes to get back a piece of the simpler life he had before joining these sorcerous psychos.

Special Power:
Shadow Dancing: Alphonse can meld into shadows, seeing through them and manifesting his physical form out of any shadow, so long as it is somehow connected with the first one he stepped into. He can even joyride in other people’s shadows, traveling with them until he jumps either into physical form, or another shadow as the one he is riding in overlaps with it.

Things they look for in a partner: Alphonse is looking for a girl who isn’t so scary. She should be pretty, and caring, someone who enjoys a good cuddle. For all that Alphonse says that he wants a girl that is nice, he can’t help but feel a terrible attraction to badasses who will probably hurt him.

Pets/Familiars: Alphonse has bound the soul of his first victim for the coven to himself as a familiar. Curtis is a literal shadow of his former self, still possessing much of his original will and personality, but completely unable to disobey Alphons’ commands. Alphonse can step into Curtis, riding him as he would any other shadow, allowing them to infiltrate the most secure of fortresses as a murderous duo

Appearance:
Alric Uther:

Age: 32

History: A champion of the Knights Hospitallers Alrich is a man with a mysterious past. His traditions and mannerisms sometimes seem out of place, belonging to no known group or knightly order. What is known is that his first appearance was at the world wound of Kenenbres, where he stood with Ashlynn Sheyln against the hordes of demons that threatened to overtake the eastern lands. He’s been traveling with her ever since, and is very protective of his self declared charge. He speaks often of a lost companion, Alice, who he was evidently separated from somewhere in his travels.

Personality: Alrich is a stalwart man who’s quick with a grin and a laugh. His belief in Good before God, and Truth before Tradition, often puts him at odds with the clergy. If that causes him stress he doesn’t show it though. He’s a veteran knight who refuses to let the horrors he’s often confronted with diminish his zest for life and service.

Signature Weapon: Bulwark of the Ages: This man-sized greatshield represents Alrich at a glance. At the forefront, standing between the legions of darkness and mankind Alrich’s shield arm never tires. When drunk he sometimes speaks of the enchantments placed on it by Alice, allowing it to turn aside flame and lightning as easily as steel or claw.

Pets/Familiars: A towering war horse named ‘Old Man’, he often jests about how Old Man is the real brains of the operation. To his credit Old Man doesn’t seem to understand things like ‘fear’ or ‘self preservation’.

Seeking In A Romantic Partner: Alric’s constant travels leave little time to find love. He prefers to keep brief dalliances with the good people he meets, taking rest and comfort from the people he helps along his journeys. If he can leave a few fond memories behind, that’s one more way to keep the light burning.

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Name: Phagora Schwarz

Age: 27

Personality: Phagora is a quiet, intellectual woman, preferring her solitude and dusty old tomes of magic to being around people. She can come across as icy and manipulative, though she certainly doesn't try to.

History: Phagora's story begins with her mother, Elise. Elise was an old witch, living alone. She wanted to start a coven of her own, but she was unable to conceive a child. So she did what any normal woman would in her situation: adopt summon a demon to get her pregnant in exchange for her soul. Nine months later, out popped a little girl, who was named for her father.

Phagora and Elise raised merry hell for many years in the southlands, defeating all hunters who came near them. However, they couldn't defeat the ravages of time, and Elise eventually died of old age. Then, Phagoriel appeared before her and told her he'd lost a bet with one Lorelei Von Strauss, and Phagora was contracted to serve her until the end of her days. Resigned to her fate, Phagora set off for Castle Bloodrose.

Special Power: Soul Devouring. Due to the fact that her father is the demonic lord of gluttony Phagoriel, Phagora can, with a special ritual, consume the soul of another living being, granting her a temporary boost to her physical attributes (strength, speed, etc.) and condemning her victim to an afterlife of being digested eternally. (It's a very one-sided deal.) Humans give the biggest boost. If her victim is a human virgin, it also restores her youth, though she's not old enough to really need that yet. This does come with a weakness, however; if she's injured in her stomach, she loses all her powers and becomes a normal, injured, woman.

Partner: Phagora cares not whether she beds with a man or a woman, but she does look for someone who is strong of both body and will.

Familiar: A wolverine named Irontooth. No special powers save for telepathic communication.

Other: Due to her father's domain over food, Phagora is the ultimate chef. She has an encyclopedic knowledge of virtually every recipe ever created.

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Her flesh is in the earliest stages of decay, mostly on her face.

Name: Rebecca DiLeo

Age: 23

Personality: Due to her new... condition, Rebecca is very shy and reclusive. She used to be more outgoing, though, and it is possible she will return to her old personality.

History: It all started 3 years ago. Rebecca had been living incognito in a rather sizable village when the local blacksmith and his family were brutally murdered. Clues were hard to come by, and the town watch was at its wits' end. Rebecca saw a chance to help, and raised the blacksmith's shade, getting him to finger his own murderer. Unfortunately, she was caught in the act and sentenced to burn at the stake.

As a kindness, the inquisitors questioned the man she claimed had done the deed. He broke down and confessed, offering several details that were not public knowledge as proof of his guilt. The inquisitors were at a loss. On the one hand, they had a witch in their midst, and a necromancer to boot! On the other, she had undoubtedly performed a great public service with her magic. The entire town was divided, and eventually, a compromise was reached. She would be allowed to live, and even practice her magic for the common good, but if they even got a whiff of her turning to the darkness, she'd burn for it.

Rebecca made a modest living for a while, bringing loved ones back from the beyond for chats with the living. Letting them know they were loved, and forgiven for any actions they had taken. Meanwhile, she came into possession of an ancient text. She translated it and found it was a half-completed instruction guide for making oneself into a lich. A tempting test of her powers, but she couldn't do it. It is possible to kill a lich, and she wasn't willing to take the risk. There was so much to live for.

Then, the smallpox epidemic struck, and she contracted the dreaded disease. Having always been sickly, she knew she wouldn't survive without drastic measures. She had only one option left, and she took it. It was delicate work filling in the gaps of the ritual and getting her supplies without anyone knowing what she was up to, but she managed. Late one night, her walls decorated in mystical sigils to keep her rapidly fading life force intact, she cut out her own heart and replaced it with a piece of enchanted bloodstone. She'd done it. She'd defied death itself.

Yet there was one little detail she hadn't realized. In her state of undeath, her flesh began to slowly rot. It didn't take long for people to figure out that she'd done something, and the torches and pitchforks came out. Rebecca fled for her unlife and managed to escape the mob. The experience soured her on humanity, though, and she's plotting her revenge.

Special Power: Necromancy. Rebecca can raise the bodies and souls of the dead. It's easier to raise bodies as zombies than it is to make shades out of souls, so she only does the latter if she doesn't have any corpses to work with. Shades are also much more fragile.

Partner: Rebecca is bisexual, but doubts that anyone will want to bed a walking, rotting corpse.

Familiars: None, but she's in the market.

Other notes: As a lich, Rebecca doesn't age and shrugs off virtually all injuries. So, how to kill her? She has several weaknesses: as with anyone else, decapitation or destroying the brain works, as does destroying the bloodstone in her chest that is standing in for her heart. In addition, she is far more susceptible than other witches to the standard witch vulnerabilities (silver, lavender, etc.) due to the fact that she is only kept alive by magic.

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Okay, this is going to take some explaining. The first picture is her human parts, except for the hair (She doesn't have any.) The second picture is her hood, which stretches from the top of her head to just below her shoulders. The third picture is her snake tail. The human-snake transition begins just below her breasts and is complete by the time it reaches her waist. She is 11 feet long from head to tail, and can raise herself up to a maximum height of six feet.

Name: Saen Patrick (I couldn't resist the reference)

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Personality: Saen is very brash and outgoing. She is rather ambitious in her own way; she has no desire to lead others, but her studies of magic are driven to the point of obsession.

Bio: Saen hails from the deserts of Arabia. The Muslim tradition is more tolerant of witchcraft and magic than the Christian one, but that was counteracted by her inhumanity. The snake people often traded with humans, and Saen got a taste of virtually everywhere in the Mediterranean aboard a merchant vessel. This only whetted her appetite for travel further, and she's made her way to Europe. (She will be staying for the duration of the RP, before you ask.)

Magic: Telepathy- when Saen touches another sapient being, she can access their innermost thoughts and send them hers. This requires skin-to-skin contact and active intent on her part. While doing this, she can absorb the other person's memories. i.e. she remembers them as if they happened to her and the other person forgets them. In fact, one of her favorite tactics is to rip most or all of the memories from her victim's mind. This doesn't outright kill, but does leave them a drooling vegetable due to psychic shock.

Type of man: Saen is pansexual.

Familiar: none.

Other 1- A few notes about lamia biology.

There are 3 different subspecies of lamia, depending on what type of venom they have, if any. Saen is a cobra-type, due to her neurotoxic venom, but her tail is a dead giveaway that there's some viper somewhere in her family tree.

Saen's venom causes paralysis. Immediately after the bite, the victim feels a numbness around the bite that quickly spreads throughout the body. Within about three minutes, every single one of the victim's muscles become paralyzed... including those that control breathing and heartbeat. Death occurs in six to seven minutes. Antidotes and healing magic do work, but due to her relatively large head, Saen can deliver a truly massive amount of venom, which is why death is so quick.

Lamia are semi-parthenogenic. Basically, what this means is that they don't technically need a male (properly called a naga) to have kids, but they can reproduce that way. They can also have children with humans, though they will be less snakelike. (Saen is a pureblood.)

Saen is cold-blooded, so she needs to bask in sunlight often for warmth.

Other 2: Sssaen will occasssionally ssspeak like ssso, jussst to play up the ssstereotype

Appearance: Blackfin's human form is a short, dark-skinned woman. She still has her gills, the one trace of her true fishy self. In her mermaid form, her legs become a black tail with bright green stripes on the bottom. Her transmuted form is pure water, but you can still see swirling currents within her.

Age: 31

Powers: Hydromancy. Blackfin's magical abilities revolve around water. She can manipulate an amount of water equivalent to a small pond, and turn her entire body into water to flow around and through obstacles.

Personality: The one word that describes Blackfin is kind. She doesn't like to harm anyone, and once helped a drowning hunter. That said, she can be as dangerous as any other witch when provoked; it just takes a lot to provoke her.

Bio: Not much to be said here. Her mother was about as minor a witch as one can get, so she grew up around magic. Recently, she was saved by Alyssa and Saen from a shark, and decided to travel with them as payment for her "savior's debt".

Other. A mermaid's kiss grants the recipient gills.

Matrim "Mat" Victar

Appearance:


Age: 22

Personality: Mat would at first seem like someone with a dark humor mindset and would actually seem like that kind of person unless he opens up at all. He has no decency towards witches but will make small talk with them as he's trying to murder them (he claims it helps distract them). In reality though Mat is completely broken on the inside and is trying to avoid remembering his past.

History:
Mat has an elusive background that he reveals to only those he trusts (which is at this point no one at all). Mat was born to a hunter family, but he never got to be with his mother as she died from child birth. Despite the loss his father trained him from his first days in the art of hunting. Mat has stabbed, burned, decapitated, and tortured lots of witches throughout his life with his dad. While the father-son relationship may seem awkward on the outside, the two were inseparable and Mat showed true potential for being a great hunter.

At the age of sixteen, Mat's father suddenly disappeared one night. Mat searched for him for days but could never find him. Defeated, he decided to return to his first home where his mother was buried in the backyard. Mat spent one night there and when he woke up he went outside. Next to his mother's grave Mat saw his father's head next to it staring up at him. A note was left reading: Just a small gift for the young hunter. Have fun! Mat was never able to find the witch that murdered his father but he remembers her everytime he kills a witch, and he hopes one day that he may find her.

Signature Weapon: His black painted spear. Mat's always figured that he would rather not get up close and personal with witches and would rather just kill them from far away.

Things they look for in a partner: Preferably one who's honest and won't stab him in the back. Attractive and nice would assist as well.

Pets/Familiars: None.

Conra Mandra

Appearance:
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Age: 38

Personality: Conra is a very patient man who doesn't let his temper get the best of him. He is confident but not cocky in his skill of hunting. Conra is a writer and researches ask he can while hunting. His humor, if it ever comes out, is very dry and dark.

History: Conra was introduced to the supernatural world in his own hard way. At the age of twenty, Conra had a girlfriend and was studying in college for literature. In the town several murders had suddenly occurred within a single month and were described as a “strange case”. All the while, his girlfriend seemed unconcerned about it all. Then one night, she came before Conra with a proposition. She claimed that she was given powers and was a creature of the night and could bestow them to Conra to join her. Conra in return asked if she committed the murders and she confirmed it. His answer to her was separating her head from her body. Soon after, Conra met with hunters and was inducted into the group.

Conra Mandra is a unique hunter of sorts, where instead of hunting and murdering supernatural all the time, he is instead writing his own book on how to hunt and murder supernatural. The book is an encyclopedia of sorts, with also several commentaries on some of the various species he had recorded. Conra is quite close to finishing his first volume rather soon, and hopes to get it mass produced and spread around to all the other hunters in the world.

Recently, he has picked up a pupil named Arid who he decided to bring along on his hunts while he updates his own book on the art of hunting witches and in doing so is traveling to the Witch’s Paradise.

Signature Weapon: The Crossbow with various bolts for particular tasks.

Things they look for in a partner: He’s not really into having a relationship due to his history.

Pets/Familiars: None

Arid Ericson



Age: 18

Personality: Arid is a nice, innocent soul and is new to the hunting world. He’s eager to learn but is very timid around others. While he does try his best Arid does seem to easily manage screwing something up and just always not getting it right.

History: Arid’s life was an actual happy one for the majority of his life. While of course it had its bumps and moments, the worst Arid had to worry about was what his future career was going to be. It ended the day he found his two parents savagely murdered in their room. Several hunters arrived and questioned Arid about the murder, but soon the boy caught on. He eventually convinced them to allow them to join them so that he could do his best to stop this from happening to anyone else.

While meeting other hunters Arid came across an older hunter named Conra who has decided to tutor Arid in the ways of hunting and murdering supernatural and has taken him on several hunts already (none of them witch hunts yet).

Signature Weapon: Katana blade

Things they look for in a partner: Really social, pretty, and captivating.

Pets/Familiars: None

Appearance:


Age: 25

Personality: Charming, witty, flirtatious, Honorable, Refined and a gentleman.

History: Marcus was born a noble in the city of Norwich, and gained the title of the Duke of Normandy as the oldest of his three siblings. He grew up to be the perfect son, great in the art of war, diplomacy, leading. While his younger brothers seemed to lack in all departments.

Suffice to say that his Father and mother were not pleased...AT ALL That he found the life as a royal boring as hell, and the man who taught him to fight...wasn't his father, it was an old hunter. He dreamed of the life of excitement. When at 20, Just after he was knighted. He headed out on his own, He did very well for himself as he worked. A Year later he ran into Flint. The two becoming the best of friends, working off of of each other in both fighting and jokes.

Signature Weapon: Bastard (hand and a half) sword. Belonged to the old man who trained him. The blade mixed with Silver. He also carries a Kite shield with his families crest, But often covers it in a tanned hide, to keep him from being too noticed.

Things they look for in a partner: Honorable, smart, beautiful, not air headed like most lady's in the court. Strong willed and kind.

Pets/Familiars:

Name:
Draco Russ

Appearance:
Standing at around six feet, four inches (give or take) results in Draco normally being the tallest in the crowd (Through he has encountered several people taller then himself). He has often been told that he has the broad shoulders and slim physic to be a natural born swimmer. His white skin is quite pale due to his somewhat nocturnal lifestyle, through it does match his blue eyes and brown-blonde hair rather nicely.

There was once a time where Draco was a handsome young man that could make a young woman's heart swoon; That ended during his first hunt. A misstep while dodging resulted in a werewolf leaving him without a nose and a monstrous looking scar running sideways across the middle of his face.

Age:
Appears to be in his Early to Mid Twenties (24 to be exact)

Personality:
Life has turned Draco into a highly cynical, jaded man who struggles with nihilism; He wants to believe that there is some kind of god or at least some purpose to all the pain and suffering that he has gone through but he just can't and it causes him to suffer bursts of depression and anger.

Despite this through, he can still recognize when someone else is having a hard time and it is hard for him not to feel some sort of empathy and desire to help them. There are times when he hates the fact that he is such a caring soul because there have been plenty of times where trying to be the nice, understanding guy has only resulted in him getting hurt but deep down he wouldn't have it any other way.

History:
Much like many other hunter clans, the Russ family have a long and proud tradition of prowling the night to stalk and destroy those that would threaten the innocent and defenseless; Unlike many of their peers through it was rare for them to go out into the night with the intentions of hunting down a witch. The Russ family favored hunting the supernatural beast of the night, such as werewolves and the like.

Draco was raised in the somewhat abusive shadow of his father Johnathan, one of the most strong willed and stubborn hunters the family had ever produced. After a lifetime of hunting beasts, Johnathan lost both of his shins to a werewolf and was told by a doctor that he would never walk again; Six months after having his feet sewn onto where his knees should have been, Johnathan walked right up to that doctor and punched him in the kidneys despite his massive loss of height.

When Draco went out on his first werewolf hunt he slipped up, growing overconfident during the battle with the beast and gave it all the opening it needed to try and rip his face off with a swipe; The loss of his nose and the ugly scar across his face is a permanent reminder of the dangers of overconfidence.

It is hard to say why Draco has come to Seren's Folly... but it seems to be just as good a place as any.

Signature Weapon:

A custom weapon created by the Russ family, the saw-cleaver is designed to be used against large, quick moving beasts that can heal from injuries at an accelerated rate by being light, sturdy and able to inflect large, nasty wounds that are hard to heal even for the supernatural. The blade itself is a fusion of silver and steel and is often cleaned/coated with a wolfsbane elixir before every hunt.

Things they look for in a partner:
Draco wants to meet a woman that can make him happy and who can look past the fact that fact that he is a horribly scarred person (in the physical, mental and spiritual sense).