Appearance:

Age: 69 1/2 years old

Personality: In her youth, Lotte was a friendly and trusting girl. Constantly searching for something to make life better. She tended 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.

Lately(rather, for the past 60 years), Lotte has been waiting. Waiting for her mother to come back because she promised. She has kept many of her childhood traits with her over the years, although life has given her a healthy dose of skepticism.

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. Her sisters would be fine, of course, Charon promised to leave them in a place where they'd be loved. Ashley, the youngest place just happened to be heaven.

It was all fine though, for a year. Lotte met a wonderful long lost relative of a sort named Lorelai Von'Strauss, who agreed to be her new mother. Through Lorelai she learned how to converse with demons and even gained her own familiar, a starter demon named Hebu, housed in a mouse.

Her training never finished, as not long after it had started, Lorelai vanished. Lotte spent the next 60 years wandering from place to place. Exploring the darkest parts of the woods looking for any place her mother's soul might be hiding.

Special Power: Basic demon control. Having learned her lesson, Lotte never summons anything she cannot easily beat on her own. Other than that, she mostly uses fundamental magic with a focus in energy explosions.

Things they look for in a partner: Someone ready to explore the world and make the choice to walk away when they could fight.

Pets/Familiars: Hebu, the demon mouse

The years have been kind to the woman, not that they had a choice. Her wild brown hair never allowing gray to stain it. Face, clear of wrinkles. Well, a face, but she is sure the original owner didn't mind.

Age:87

Personality: In her younger years Angharad had a very free opinion about life. She always chose to do as she pleased, when she pleased, 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).

Not much has changed in the past 60 years, other than what little sanity she once had vanished with Medusa, not that she sees the connection. If she is talking sense to you, you've already lost.

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 is a high one. 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 after 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 is 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, now human, hybrids, forced together by darkest magic.

After the death of her Grandmother, the last of her clan, Angharad took refuge in the Bloodrose clan for a spell. Bringing with her a 'box of fates' of 'people worth knowing the fates of', written by her grandmother and passed along to her. By this point her sanity was a delicate a best, trading the papers to Medusa for kisses and eventually taking her as a lover.

As the rebellion of Loreali waxed and waned, Ang whispered thoughts of war into Medusa ear, telling her how the two of them would over-power all. And that might have been the case. But when the fight took place, Ang forgot to appear, far too busy chasing after animals.

Now, eighty years later, although it couldn't have been more than an hour or so, she returns to her lover, ready to fight a battle that ended a long time ago. And with her, comes the creatures of nightmares.

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. In the past few years, her work has brought her into the field of human transformation as well as using the powerful parts of the dead to improve the living model. She is also focused on the merging of souls. Just to see if she can of course.

Basically a F-you to fate.

Appearance:

Age: 22

Personality:
Like a working dog. Typically loyal when things are good, but will also eat you before your corpse is cold.

History:
Sixty years ago, his father, Taran Fisherson, wandered his way into the Bloodrose Covent as a highly untrained, sheltered firebug. After nearly burning down his village a number of times, he sought the help of the witches to control himself. Not long after his arrival, another new face joined the Bloodrose Covent. Alyssa Von’Strauss, the younger and significantly less power sister to the Clan's second in command, Lorelai Von’Strauss. Always second, the younger witch craved something that would be her's and her's alone.
Alyssa decided she wanted Al's father Taran and was only kept at bay by the works of Lorelai and another male witch Alphonse.

With Lorelai and Alphonse gone, nothing stopped her from using succubi to create infatuation and lust in Taran for her. By the time the effect wore off, she was already pregnant with the son that Taran would not abandon. So he stayed for the sake of his son, doing whatever it was that Alyssa asked of him, save give her a daughter she craved. Al being born a boy was perhaps the only thing that kept Alyssa around as long as she was. But after five long years in their seclusion, lead to Alyssa finally getting the daughter she desired. Five years after that, Alyssa and her daughter vanished without trace or explanation.

Although Al missed his sister, the house was a happier place after his mother had gone. His father tried his best to both undo the damage cause by living with the Von’Strauss and guild his son in the magical arts, while still being an amateur himself. Alyssa, being a traditional witch as well as craving a daughter instilled in her son that his goals were to not be an embarrassment and to never upshow a witch, even if he was better.

Those things stuck with him to an extent, his natural state is to serve a witch faithfully, although in theory, will abandon her the second she shows weakness.

Special Power:

Although a descendent of the Von’Strauss bloodline, he has not recieved the ability to make deals with demons. Instead, takes after his father as the firebug, although certainly has more control than his father ever did.
Things they look for in a partner:
Power.
Pets/Familiars:
None.

Age: 30

Personality: His whole life he has lived with purpose. Now he isn't so sure. He is slow to commit without all the facts. Likes to converse before action. A fierce fighter, but it is clear that his fire has died. In crisis mode, personality subject to change.

History:

From a young age Nox has always known what he wanted. To be templar, a hero in the night. To fight those things that threaten all the good that the lord had blessed the world with. So he trained, first with the sword and then his mind. He prayed and took oaths and eventually found himself a templar knight.

The templars were always trained to keep themselves pure of heart, soul, mind and body. So's the wicked ways of the their more fear enemies, witches, would not being able to taint them.

He fought witches, slaughtered werewolves (both in human and animal forms) and burred down vampire hives. Never once questioning if his actions were moral or not, for he knew that he was fighting with heavens light.

One night they had a simple mission, raid a witch coven. Kill all inside and may god have mercy on their souls. The mission was a success. Nine witches burned that might. Four women, one man. Three girls no older than five and a babe, a little boy who had yet to see his first winter. For the first time, in his whole life, he hesitated. Asking his commanding officer, nearly begging to reconsider the babes life sentence.

He was told that evil hides in the innocentest of forms and that not a single drop of wicked blood should be spared, lest the damn the rest of the world to the very infection they were fighting. His faith died with that babe that night. Faith in the brotherhood, in the holy war and in the lord himself.

Yet he knew there was true darkness in the world. True evil. He had seen it with his very eyes. Men being torn limb from limb by demons, young child bitten by werewolves and thus subjected to a cursed life. And it had to be fought. He was going to have to look and find it for himself.

After leaving the templars Nox entered the world of hunting. While not drastically different from what he left in terms of job description, he enjoyed the freedom it brought him.

Signature Weapon: Long sword that is in his picture.

Things they look for in a partner: Someone who will help him find his way out of this gray and uncertain world.

Pets/Familiars:
None

Age: 69 1/2 years old

Personality:

Abigail has seen some things and has no qualms about reminding you that they existed since before you were born. She runs a tight shift about her tavern and she keeps those rowdy boys (and girls) inline. While never a hunter herself, she is knowledgeable in 110 ways to kill a witch using only your right thumb and a sprig of lavender. Idiot.

History:
Since her birth, perfection has been all that she had ever strived for. Perfect daughter, perfect worker, perfect sister. When she was 9 years old, she was left to live and work in a church after her parents became incapable of caring for their children. After the murder of her youngest sister when she was 9 1/2, she spent sometime with a mistrustful woman who eventually vanished.

All alone for the first time in her life, she was taken in by the tavern owner Bobby and his wife. She spent her youth running the tavern along side her guardian, learning everything she could about witches and how to weaken and destroy them.

Eventually, she married a lesser known hunter by the name of Erban Smith and they ran the tavern together for many years. While Abigail had very fruitful loans and bore 9 children, all but two of them never saw past five years of age.

They were all very strange deaths, one day the children would be happy and healthy running a muck, only to have die suddenly during the night. Yet, she still has her first born, Sercan Smith and her last Emalee West to dote on. Her two perfectly normal children, one a hunter and the other a wife of a blacksmith.

Signature Weapon: The power to cut you off from the beer, ale and rum.

Things they look for in a partner: Her husband is dead. There will not be a second.

Pets/Familiars: Boris and Doris, the mouser cats

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.

Time seems to have been kind of Russ; Despite appearing to be in his early forties he still appears to be in prime physical shape, even with a few extra scars and marks that pocket his body.

Age:
Appears to be in his early forties (is actually 84)

Personality:
Life has turned Draco into a highly cynical, jaded man who has made peace with his nihilism; 'Gods' are not some mythic, divine (or demonic) beings that are almighty and in control because of some 'divine plan'. Any gods that actually do exist are only such because they have power and thus anyone can become a god if they can discover and claim the source of that power. Strangely enough, he seems to have picked Eris, Goddesss of Discord as a personal deity but he keeps exactly why to himself.

Despite this belief that there is no inherit meaning to life (or existence), Draco still goes out each and every day (Well... night mostly) to try and make the world a better place because if he doesn't, who will?

Despite all the horrible things he has seen and done after all these years, he can still empathizes 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.

With the discovery that magic can be used by humans without the involvement of the demonic, Draco has pursed knowledge of the occult in a rather scientific manner; Decades of research and testing has resulted in him having an amazing knowledge of alchemy and access to several magical abilities. He is by no means a witch himself, but he can understand the draw of the craft a lot better then most 'mortals'.

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, moving to protect a girl (who he later discovered was a witch) 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 that night.

Draco was present in Seren's Folly during the Witch Hunt of the coven there when Von'Strauss was in the area, but he didn't stay for all that long. Meeting and confessing his love to Genoveve Boudicca (the witch who he saved during his first hunt), the discovery that she was a witch (and that witches were in fact real and not just demons in human form) caused him to quietly leave the hunt due to his unwillingness to harm his beloved Genoveve.

The discovery that magic was real caused Draco to take a great deal of interest in it. At first it was out of a sense of duty to ensure that the Russ clan had an accurate understanding of what prowled in the night, but as time passed Draco found himself pursing knowledge of the occult out of a genuine desire to know more. He approached his research with a scientific mind set, researching and testing what he found heavily in order to split fact from fiction.

While he lacks the 'natural' gift of magic that is common in witches, Draco's research into the occult has resulted in him discovering and unlocking the ability to use a weaker form of magic without having to barter away his sole to any demon. His research into alchemy (aided by information bartered from more friendly witches or claimed as spoils from more hostile ones) has also yielded him amazing results, such as slowing down the aging process tremendously while helping to keep him in top physical form. The combination of both magic and alchemy has resulted in him appearing to be in his early forties instead of his true age in his mid eighties... and while he doesn't having the seeming immortality of a witch each new discovery and improvement to his art helps shave a few more years off the clock.

After almost sixty years, Draco has returned to Seren's Folly.

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)... and who can accept him for the knowledge that he has acquired.

Name: Emmerich Jaeger

Appearance: 1,98m high, wide shoulders and an athletic build, Emmerich is certainly an imposing sight. Blonde, slightly wavy, shoulder length hair, which he usually wears tied in a ponytail and brown eyes. His enigmatic expression and eyes that seem to hide many secrets, coupled with his build have a rather interesting effect on people, who most of the times are very curious to unravel what secrets that man hide, but too intimidated to start a conversation. Usually wears a top hat with a silver crest and decoration.



Age: Certain age unknown. Appears to have around 25~30 years

Personality: Emmerich is a mysterious and soft-spoken man, extremely educated, Emmerich will engage in a conversation if someone approaches him, but often prefers to be alone, deeply immersed in his own thoughts. An enigmatic expression and a cold formality are some of his defining traits. Unlike his appearance, Emmerich can be a kind person, and will help strangers if it benefits him in some way (usually he does it to keep the bad rumors that follow him as just that, rumors.) or if he takes a liking to that particular person. Making him open his heart can be a very difficult task, but if you know how to approach him though, you will find a deeply intelectual man who love interesting conversations and can be surprisingly warm and friendly to those whom he holds dear. Regarding women, Emmerich is not the womanizer type, preferring to chose very well his mate. His acid humour sometimes get the worst out of him, especially to strangers.

When he wears his mask, he undergoes a radical change in personality. Cruel, cold, sadistic, unscrupulous and acid are only some of the adjectives that can be used to describe this persona. Fighing in an almost feral way, laughing as he moves with an animalistic agility. More sadistic than ever, he enjoys bloodshed while on this state. Dangerous and unscrupulous, he is not to be trusted while under this persona.

History: Before being a hunter, Emmerich was a gentleman, a scholar who enjoyed researching everything, including magic and the night beasts, travelling through the lands, in his endless curiosity. Well... they say that those who search too much, can find things which they didn't wish they had. And that's exactly what happened to them. Foolishly walking inside a cave, which was a powerful ritual site, used by a powerful coven of witches, he saw things which deeply disturbed him. While hidden in the crevices of the cave, he observed the ritual with his notebook on hands, writing down everything. As the coven opened some kind of portal, he saw something that no human should see. His hands began to tremble, he screamed in horror, but nothing came out of his dry throat. He tried to avert his gaze from the portal, but it was useless. Something kept his eyes wide opened while unspeakable horrors invaded his mind. Falling on his knees, he passed out.

On the next day, another person woke up on that same cave... Cruel, sadistic and unscrupulous, filled with rage, this person proceeded to brutally murder an apprentice witch, who was left behind to clean the cave. Bathing in its blood with a terrible grin on his face, he ripped her flesh with his bare hands. Again and again, like a mad beast he bit her throat, dilacerating her flesh as his hands broke her bones and teared her apart. Long after she was dead, he continued. Bathed on her blood, a terrible laughter filled the cave, a laughter that was barely human at all... Tearing the witch's spine and pelvis out of its carcass, he proceeded to sit down and started to carve them with a piece of sharp stone, working diligently on them for an entire day.

The result? An immaculately white whip-rapier was the result, its disturbingly clean, ivory-colored edge was almost maddening. With her pelvis bone, a mask. The terrible mask that would haunt Emmerich's dreams forever, the same mask that symbolized his curse.
Its maddening grin was almost like it was laughing to those who looked at it. Laughing at their pain, laughing at their suffering, laughing at their very soul.

The next day, an confused Emmerich woke up with a scream. Sweating and profusely disturbed due to the nightmares he believed he had. Upon looking around, he saw all the blood, meat and entrails decorating the cave with a beautiful crimson red color. And near his hands, the rapier and the mask... That dreaded mask... Laughing at him, remembering him of the monster that was inside of him, remembering that it was part of him. Willingly or not, he would wear it again, for it was part of him. He wouldn't be able to resist its call. After all, now he was as much of a monster as the beasts he studied.

Years later, an foreigner appeared in Seren's Folly. Terrible rumors came together with that man. The man said he was a scholar, and his purpose of coming to Seren's Folly was to study the night beasts. Some believed him, other didn't...

After a few months there, Emmerich was known as a specialist at night beasts by the other denizens of Seren's Folly. Some said he appeared to be cold, but actually helped them in protecting themselves of those beasts, giving them crosses, wolfsbane & etc. Others said that he was only fooling them. That he was actually a beast himself...

Signature Weapon:





Things they look for in a partner: Emmerich looks for someone who can soothe his heart. Help him to ward of the beast inside him away. Someone whom he open his heart for and understands him. Someone who will let him cry on her arms. Cry about all the horrors he saw and did.
While with his mask though, he is attracted by power and strong personalities.

Pets/Familiars: Animals often react badly to him, being afraid and/or running away.

Name: Shai

Appearance: Blonde, short eyes. Around 1,67m high, has a delicate face and a tiny build. Uses a big hat to hide (or at least try to) her draconic ears when near other people. As a dragon-human hybrid, she has a tail and her body is partially covered by scales (more specifically on her ribs, covering the side of her body and part of her belly, her back and her thighs. Has yellow eyes with a slit pupil.
Many hunters/witches and even normal people try to either capture or kill her due to her unique appearance and traits.

Age: 19

Personality: Around other people, Shai is very wary, and tends to have problems to trust others, due to her being mostly mistreated, hated and even beaten by others. Shai is a very sweet girl, curious and loves to talk... well... she would love to have someone to talk... Tends to be overly affectionate and is quick to get attached to someone, after it conquers her trust... which can take a lot of time and effort. She will often avoid unecessary fights, prefering to run from them, without harming anyone.

History: Mankind always wanted to control everything which surrounded them. Everything they don't understand they tend to either hate and destroy or capture and try to subjugate it to their will. It is and it will be always like that.
Knowing this, I make you a question: what is the thing that humans fear the most, trying desperately to control or destroy it?
Its the magick. The arcane, energy, Mana, call it whatever you like. But the arcane is not like other forces in the universe. It has its own, unknown and ever changing laws. How can men control something that is eternally twisting and changing? They cant. Then they proceed to hate it and try to destroy it. Few are the ones who chose to embrace it, not trying to control and obtain it, but accepting it as part of the world. The ones who do it are called mages and witches, who see the world with different eyes, seeing it as it truly is.
But even those are still part humans, and some, who realize the unthinkable power that permeates the existence, try to hold it for their own. Those often die, burned by the arcane, or turn into arcane filled monsters, beasts without reason or thoughts, irregularities at the arcane flow, almost as tumors. Growing and burning their essence and arcane energy until their body cant hold it anymore and they simply burst.

But it all changed when a substance called "Dragon Blood", or at least its this the name the researches gave it due to its crimson color and burning hot feeling, was discovered at the ruins of an antique and lost civilization, who instead of hating and repelling the arcane, chose to embrace it, the Babylonians. Legends tell of a mythical place where everything is possible, Babylon was built on a node on the arcane new, which runs through the reality. This node made possible incredible advances at the art of the arcane. But as always... Humanity destroyed it, fearing that which they couldn't understand, negating the arcane and every aspect of it. Apparently it is a condensed form of Bloodmoon stone. The only means to create it was lost with the babilonian civilization. It emanated an incredible amount of arcane energy, almost like it was warping and distorting the arcane net itself.

With this new substance, they did what the human race always did. Try to control it. Dissolving it and putting it in a human embryo, they made an entire new creature. A hybrid girl.
This hybrid was a walking node at the arcane net. Not only tapping into it, but controlling it as well, She had unlimited access to the arcane energy.

Unfortunately, for the humans, this creature was as volatile and uncontrollable as the arcane itself. After suffering from years of living locked and being experimented on, the hybrid, which they gave the name "Shai" lost control. As they were trying to infuse innumerous Bloodmoon stones into her, trying to replicate the "Dragon's Blood". Losing the control over her own magick, the stars shook and trembled by the sudden outburst of power. With a huge flash and a terrible magical shockwave, a meteor fell on the research center, but instead of impacting on the earth and destroying everything, it hovered over the hybrid. The researchers looked, amazed as it glowed and changed its form, turning into an orb, mystical cards and a set of thorny dices, artifacts imbued with arcane energy.

With those in her hands, the hybrid, or I should say, Shai, ran away. Going as far as she could from there.

After years being mistreated and hunted due to her traits and appearance, Shai found refuge and shelter at the Forest near the mountain. Coincidentally there is a an Arcane Node hidden somewere in the mountain, which is perfect to hide Shai's presence from others.
As the time passed, rumours began to be told at Seren's Folly, rumors of a "spirit" which lived inside a very old ruin, inside a cave at the Forest. This "spirit" would divine the fate of those who went there, requiring only one payment: the tale of one's life until the presente moment and a good conversation. No one who went there ever saw the spirit in person, but all of them say they heard its beautiful voice.
Some drunkards swear they saw the spirit, claiming it is a beautiful hybrid girl, with a tail and scales, but they are just crazy drunkards, who would believe them anyways, am I right?

Special Power: Shai is able not only to read the stars (as a form of divination) using her star globe and tarot deck, but control them as well. By attuning her energies with the cosmos she can wield magicks of unseen and new properties, including healing, using the astral energy to smite her enemies (think of it as some kind of "starfall") , compressing or extending one's flow of time (slowing or accelerating them and their perception of time), and manipulating gravity (which she also uses to move her dices around at blinding speeds, as projectiles or barriers). Additionally, Shai can block one's access to magical energy if she touches this person. Its a complicated and lengthy process. Completely cutting a mage or a witch from the Arcane net is a process that can take up to hours, even days, but temporarily weakening it is something that can be done without too much effort.



Things they look for in a partner: Partner? Do you mean... like a... mate? *blushes heavily covering her mouth* I don't know... maybe someone kind, strong, that doesn't care for my appearance. Someone interesting with lots of stories to tell me and that can take me to many interesting and different places!

Pets/Familiars: None, untill now.

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Only difference is that she has green eyes.

Name: Jenny Harris

Age: 16

Personality: Jenny is defined by her envy and ambition. If someone else has it, she wants it. This isn't surprising, given that her father is the eternal second in the Pit, but it's led to some tensions amongst her and her sisters in the coven. And she's just fine with that; she is what she is.

Bio: Nearly 17 years ago, Jenny's mother Emma summoned the demon Invidiel. The terms: A daughter now for Emma's soul, to be paid on the child's sixteenth birthday. Thus Jenny.

Life for Jenny and Emma was comfortable, with Emma's magic able to provide everything they needed. Knowing when her end was coming, Emma struck a deal with the coven at the Bloodrose ruins to take Jenny in when she was gone. Till that day, Jenny studied the blasphemous arts intently. Then, the fated night came. As midnight approached, Emma said her goodbyes to Jenny, and... well, it's not every day your mother gets devoured body and soul by a giant ethereal sea serpent.

Jenny made her way to Castle Bloodrose, where her arcane knowledge has made her a valued, if not trusted, sorceress.

Powers: Thanks to the fact that her father's domain is an icy ocean, Jenny's powers tend towards manipulating water and ice. She is, however, very talented in the theoretical aspects of several schools of magic.

What they look for in a partner: Jenny cares not if she beds with man or woman, so long as she can use them to advance her own power and status.

Familiar: A viper named Swiftfang. It can talk, but has no other magical qualities.

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Name: Kalisel

Age: Older than time itself, but looks mid-twenties

Personality: Sweet, loving, kind, and slightly innocent, Kalisel is everything one would expect in an angel of Heaven. She also has a curious streak that often gets her in trouble- she's not the kind of person to learn from her mistakes.

Bio: Kalisel served God in the Host of Humility, a minor angel in Michael's ranks. Recently, she was sent to Earth to smite a robber. She did as she was ordered, watching the divine lightning bolt char the criminal beyond all recognition, but she had second thoughts for the first time. Upon giving her report to God, she asked him, "Why?"

And all the Heavenly Host was shocked and terrified into utter silence.

Questioning God's actions is something that angels Just. Don't. Do. It isn't even supposed to be possible, and the only other one to do it of their own free will was Lucifer himself. There was a real possibility of a second revolt in Heaven, only this time, God took swift and decisive action. He hauled Kalisel to the edge of Heaven, ripped off her wings, and threw her down to earth. She fell for a year and a day, before impacting in the muddy ground as a mortal, all her divine capabilities utterly stripped from her. Yet she still seeks to earn back her halo and wings, and the Bloodrose ruins may offer her a chance...

Weapon: A longsword she has named Forgiveness. It has no special properties.

What they look for in a partner: Kalisel is hurting, and she needs a man who will give her comfort from her tragic past.

Pet: None yet.

Age: 32

Personality: Ambitious, cunning and charismatic, Elisaveta is the kind of person to wholeheartedly believe she is the greatest person in the room at any moment. She is unyielding, in her ego, and in her desire to further herself and dominate others. And, in order to achieve her goals, she will disregard any and all morals that stand in her path. No abyss is so deep that she will not plunge into it in search of success.

Favours stealth, and an overwhelming first strike to outright combat. Willing and capable enough to pass herself as a witch if she must.

She is religious, and attends church with regularity.

History:
(What is known about the girl Elisaveta)
Elisaveta is the eighth princess in line for the throne of a certain foreign Kingdom, a noblewoman by breeding who fell into obscurity sometime in her mid teens. What most people don't know, is that she fell in more ways than one that day.

It was a joke. She had always been the "odd" sister, and here her shining, model example of a royal sibling was consorting with demons by moonlight. After finding out the truth, Elisaveta could never look at her in court without thinking of the bloodstains and circles and voices in the dark of night. Soon, she found herself consumed by the most wretched nightmares, visions of horror that lasted beyond the moment of waking to twist the already skewed world even further.

Her older sister knew she knew, but as the youngest princess, there was nothing Elisaveta could do. She was helpless, and pure, without anybody to guide her on the correct path

And then one night, Elisaveta disappeared.

(What is known about the Hunter)
The Impaler is feared for its cruelty towards witches, and the great messes it leaves in its path. Stories say that it bathes in the blood of its enemies to sustain itself, and revels in its victims suffering. Its gender is, unlike most Hunters, largely controversial. Some people seem to believe the Impaler is a beautiful woman, who uses the flesh and blood of witches to make herself young and powerful. Others paint her in a more brutal light, a twisted spear of righteous might that penetrates witches in a way that is both gruesome, and sometimes perverse.

Either way, all of their sins will be forgiven, for their fight is true and holy. Purification through blood. The religious motif is evident in all renditions of their stories, contrasting the atrocities they commit with a subtle, quiet devotion to god and all his flock. They are often attributed with rescuing virgin sacrifices.

Signature Weapon: A handcrafted, collapsible spear of tempered steel created by an inventor met through Elisaveta's noble contacts. Its spring-loaded shaft can extend the spear's lethal head with frightening speed with the press of a button, and has two length settings. Must be manually reset every time, so it's a trick that can only be used twice a fight, as the process is far too time consuming to do during battle.

Things they look for in a partner: Youth & Attractiveness

"You smell so...nice."

Appearance:
Standing at a fairly impressive, but lanky five foot seven, Celia isn't all that intimidating as far as appearances go. She has incredibly pale skin typically covered by a light, tattered white colored robe. Bright, blonde nearly white hair with almost fur-like quality falls to her shoulders. Under her robes, she typically wears a white dress that is obviously quite faded and worn. She has tired seeming grey colored eyes, that seem to be mostly focused on whoever is speaking to her...with an almost off putting intensity.

On her back is a rather intricate looking magical seal seared into her flesh in some manner.

Age:
22

Personality:
Generally, Celia is a fairly quiet person. Not out of shyness or inability to speak, but because she often just doesn't have much to say, and speaking is often times a bit too much effort for her to exert. She only speaks when needed, or when asked for her opinion. She is quite a lethargic individual and doesn't leave her room much, often rather spending her time sleeping or doing other low powered activities. She is quite level headed in most situations, and doesn't seem to let many things bother her.

Under that calm, lethargic exterior though, is an incredibly dangerous temper and blood lust. While she is incredibly slow to anger, if one ever gets her riled up - you don goofed. She has shown to have a bit of ill-fated curiosity at times, however, and sometimes shows interest in odd trinkets and things sometimes.

History:

Celia Mockett was once a simple farm girl out in the country. Loving family, and never particularly intended to become a witch. She never particularly had any large ambitions to speak of at all, really. She just wanted a simple, quiet life that was as easy as possible. Life never really goes the way we plan, though. One day when she was young, she was out playing in a nearby forest, venturing deep into the woods, a slight spark of curiosity guiding her deeper into the dark woods.

She got lost.

She wondered for a days, unable to find her way back. However, she did find a cave where she was able to take temporary shelter from a storm. Lost, hungry, but oddly unafraid she took shelter - where she just so happened to find some...'food'. Hungry and with little choice left if she wanted to live, she ate. The cave had been home to a creature. A being of gluttony, cannibalism, and greed. It had been sleeping for a long time, undisturbed until Celia walked in. Finding Celia eating its own food, the creature would have killed her, but something happened. Something possessed the girl. A spirit of some sort, giving her extraordinary power and filling her with an all consuming bloodlust and hunger and took a form similar to that of the other beast.

She managed to kill the beast, and feasted upon its body. She would have remained that way, had a few years later a witch not managed to seal the creature. The witch took her in for a few years, giving her a few tips on how to utilize magic and told her that if she wanted answers and possibly a way to end her possession if she sought it - seek the old glow wood.

So Celia decided to finally give a damn about something, and see if she can find it. If she could, at least she could find a good place to sleep for awhile.

Special Power:
If she was to have a special power, it would be her ability to manipulate blood. Specifically hers, and the spilled blood of others and weaponize it to an extent. She isn't particularly skilled at the craft, but is learning...very...very...slowly.

Things they look for in a partner:
She has never actually thought about it. Relationships with people are tiring. But if she had to say, it'd be someone who isn't totally exhausting to be around.

Pets/Familiars:
N/A

Other:
Celia, is in fact, possessed by a Wendigo. A being similar to a werewolf, though typically once one turns it is impossible to turn back without the aid of magic. The creature is currently sealed, but it still has a rather obvious effect on Celia's personality. A voracious appetite, a surprising amount of strength contained in her frail looking body that only gets stronger the more she allows the beast to take over, and general lethargy and desire to consume human flesh.

Appearance:
Standing at just five foot five, Phoebe would not come off as incredibly physically intimidating on her own. She has pale skin, marred by a few scars across her body from her time as a hunter. Though the only one usually visible is a long one going from her left ear, down to her left shoulder. She has chestnut colored hair with blue eyes, and typically wears custom fitted armor of the Inquisitors of Arasil, a sect of hunters from the church designed to do one thing and one thing only: Find the abominations of the devil and slay them. Be they witches, magic of any sort, or beasts.

Typically, her appearance is concealed beneath a blue cloak. A gold colored sword rests at her hip, and a crossbow on her back with bolts hanging at her belt for easy access. Upon the belt, also exists pouches filled with various things to help one fight any sort of beasts. The armor she wears is made of both easy to move in leather with light metal plates to allow for ease of movement and decent defense against physical elements whilst fighting beasts. However, she is always equipped with a number of armaments either hidden across her body, or quite visible to people.

Age:
24

Personality:
Serious, though not unfriendly or a stick in the mud. While she does not drink nor partake in more questionable activities that other hunters might, she isn't going to attack one for doing something she would not. Not unless she was insulting them on a long list of insults for something else. However, Phoebe loathes all sorts of supernatural entities. They are nothing but an aberration of humanity and mockery of gods work with few exceptions. Beasts must be cleansed from this earth, witches must be made to repent, and demons are to be slain without remorse. Forcefully, if they are unwilling. She is no stranger to cleansing the flesh of a witch through torture.

History:
Her history would start with the killing of her parents and nearly her at the hands of witches. Kidnapped, to be sacrificed in some abhorrent ritual to beckon things not of this world closer. She would have died too, if not for the hunter that saved her from being sacrificed in time. The hunter, clad in black dress, wielding a giant axe and stained in the blood of witches and their thralls, became her role model and caretaker after bringing her to the church.

Her name? Senna Aurelius Constance. A loud mouth, brash, human who took a little too much pleasure in killing things for a sane person. Even so, she wasn't a bad person. Phoebe looked up to her, and after turning fifteen she wanted to become a hunter just like the older woman. So, she trained and joined the inquisitors of the church, just like her. Even as young as she was, she was extremely skilled in both making traps and using whatever she could to outwit witches and bring beasts to their knees. Her and Senna, made an appropriately effective team. Senna, using her silver coated axe and demonic strength to slay beasts and witches alike with Phoebe assisting with handmade weapons and armaments the Inquisitors eventually adopted as a much more effective means of killing beasts and witches.

When she was twenty three, though, they had to part ways. Senna left the church and Phoebe to travel. For whatever reason she never clarified, but Phoebe was told to go investigate Seren's folly on rumors of witches - and bring them the lords light.

Signature Weapon:


Other weapons:
Hunters Crossbow:
Her first choice of weapon, often used with her bolts. Fires them reliably, swiftly, and can be reloaded with ease.

Inquisitors Sword:
If all else fails, falling back to good, firm, steel is always the faithfuls last line of defense against immeasurable odds and devilish beasts. It is a simple sword, coated with a layer of silver. Often times, before hunts Wolfsbane and Lavender is smeared along the blade, just in case.

Things they look for in a partner:
Steadfast morality, unshakeable morals and one who always works to do the right thing even if they do not always succeed.

Pets/Familiars:
Has a pet cat that traveled with her from the church to Seren's folly. Likes sleeping on the pews there and often begs cutely for food and pets. Doesn't have a name. 'Cat' does just fine.

Name: Samantha Trainer

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Height: 5' 6



Personality: Loud, obnoxious and in your face kind of girl, Samantha is extremely straightforward and informal with literally everyone regardless of status. She can be condescending and sarcastic at times this especially shows when she lacks the correct sensibility to use sympathy as a way of comforting others. Quick to act if she hears or sees anything that peeks her interest, its also good to note that Samantha is a habitual liar but being that her lies are obviously just that one would find it difficult to believe her. Highly intelligent and adaptive Samantha can think of new ways to get out of anything quickly. Lastly one should look out when Samantha is around, she has an actual case of kleptomania (She mainly will steal books) and just might have a hoarding disorder (BOOOOOKS), watch your prized possessions and check her room frequently when things go missing.

History: Charles Trainer wanted nothing more than a son for years, it was the only reason the man, even got married in the first place was to have a son and pass on his knowledge of science called alchemy over his wife’s magic. The day his wife gave birth was the biggest disappointment of his life as he was given a little girl whom his wife named Samantha. The idea of just have another child could have been the simplest solution if it weren’t for the fact, try as he might he could not get another child out of his wife. With no son Charles was sure that his knowledge would die with him the fear of that alone drove him to train his daughter like the son he would never have. Fortunately, for him Samantha was blessed with an adaptive mind and the willingness to learn as well as a few other things that may or may not have been helpful. Her father wasn’t the kindest soul on the planet, but he drilled his strange science into her head even as her powers awakened within her the nature of which allowed her abilities to grow further than she could have ever anticipated when combining the two.

Although, she was never able to perform real alchemy such as transmutation her mind was opened to all the possibilities she understands the relationship in alchemic bonds better than even her father could who could do actual alchemy. Samantha out grew her father’s teachings and left to pursue her own adventures, armed with nothing more than an old bamboo broom and her magical abilities she set out to learn about the world. She got into many of her own little adventures through her teenage years stopping in to visit her family whenever the thought struck her to do so, but mostly her quest involved training her powers on her own in seclusion without teachers, rules or being bound by control, finally she was completely able to cut loose without a care in the world for better or worse.

Special Power: Elemental Manipulation – Samantha was born with the innate ability to control, manipulate, manifest the rudimentary, simplest or essential parts of nature. The four principal elements and the states that they are categorized in are as follows.

• Solid (Earth and its many forms)
• Liquid (Water and varying other liquid substances as well as things that may contain vast amounts of water within them like snow or ice)
• Gas (Air which mostly consists of Oxygen and Nitrogen but can be used to create things like smog)
• Plasma (The four stages of fire as well as electricity; molecular acceleration is also a possibility)
• Light and Darkness *Currently untested and not proficient enough to give a statement on*

With these five basic laws of elemental stages at her disposal, Samantha can perform many different feats such as elemental mixture, mimicry, channeling, augmentation, and combat.

Things they look for in a partner: Samantha has never had a partner so she has no idea how to answer this.

Pets/Familiars: the black cat

Name: Hyestia Silver (Hissy)
Gender: Female
Appearance:


Height: 6'3 in an hour glass figure
Weight: DONT ASK
Age: Unknown (Looks to be in her mid 20s)

Personality:

Hissy isn’t most witches she likes to play the long game with her victims, shrewd and calculating Hyestia thinks life itself is one big game of chess. When speaking she does so in a calm way, letting each word just flow off her long tongue, her words can cut deeper than any sword could, showing she can be extremely cold towards hunters and fellow witches. She is also different from other witches in the fact she has a clear need to meditate while waiting for something to happen to plot out her next course of action or just to clear her head.

History:

Back when mankind was still trying to work its way through the evolutionary process, there was a forest none of the primitives would go near as nothing that went into hunt ever came out. One tribe lived on the outer edge of the forest itself, there young would wander in ignoring their parent’s warnings as all little ones do, only to never come back as they had feared. This happened so much they were forced to leave, but not before the chief’s daughter was spirited away, the decision to send all their hunters to track down the girl would prove ultimately the worst decision of their short-lived primitive lives. It was broad daylight and the hunters pressed deeper into the forest with no real success at finding the girl… or anything for that matter.

No wildlife could be seen in a lush, dense forest this place didn’t seem to have a single animal inside the quiet was completely unsettling. One of them spotted what looked like the girl and alerted the others, they pressed forward running through the brush to catch up eventually but the girl was vacant and pale as if she had been a walking corpse. The trees started to rustle all around them and got closer, the girls face curled up into a smile as her eyes panned over to something that was seemingly behind the group, when they turned to face the source of the nightmare beheld a massive python stretching endlessly until its body reaches up into the trees

Special Power:

Serpent physiology: Hissy’s body is at least part snake thus giving her the abilities of a snake as proportional someone her size including but not limited to, camouflage, due to the constricting power of certain snakes Hestia’s physical prowess is heightened, mild poison generation, dermal and Exo scale armor creation.

Sentinel hatchling: Hyestia’s entire body creates snakes from magic and allows them to live in a coexisting way within her body or anyone else allowing her to communicate or locate anyone there inside, however, they have to be exchanged mouth to mouth as the snakes cannot live outside of a body for more than a few seconds.

Hydra: The only offensive thing Hissy knows is the ability to partly summon four heads of her pet hydra when one head is damaged or killed the portal closes and she must take some time to reopen it for another to work its way through.

Hypnotic suggestion / Hypnotism: Hissy’s eyes are strange, at first glance they appear to be regular eyes of a snake, but the more one looks at them you could swear that they turn into spirals and spin at strange harmonizing intervals and compel the beholder to keep staring. Hissy can use this ability to hypnotize victims to plant hypnotic suggestions into the poor things subconscious and send them back out with no memory, to watch them unknowingly accomplish her agenda. She can also toy with someone’s sense of been changing their perception of reality in whatever was she sees fit. The best way to avoid this is to just not look into her eyes or at least avoid prolonged eye to eye contact as she needs to have undivided attention for at least five seconds to compel continued staring.

Other things: Hissy can't turn off her eyes so if shes not using them they are always closed

Things they look for in a partner: Hissy is extraordinarily old however she has the body of a woman in her twenties so as such shes no stranger to being courted on looks alone, or being treated like a child, however in that they have already lost and are one step closer to being Hydra bait. She has an outstanding hatred for males for the simple fact they just aren’t attractive but above all else she’d love for someone to stand on equal footing with her.

Pets/Familiars: literally every snake living in her body and her pet hydra

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Full Name: Arden Black
Gender: Male
Age: early 20's
Appearance:

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Family: Arden's father was a good man, simple honest hardworking farmer, he just happened to be a little week of will. Arden's mother was a selfish and jealous temptress. Angered over petty sibling rivalry she seduced her sisters husband.
She had not wanted a child, only a spiteful indulgent satisfaction. But a child is what she got. It had hurt her sisters marriage but not enough to break them apart. They were stronger than that.
Furious, not wanting to be stuck husband-less with a child the jealous sister, Arden's mother, put her own newly born son up for adoption.

History: An orphan, he was raised in a very strict and religious boarding school. There he learned to fight and developed his angst for authority. Running away early he spent his younger years on the harsh unforgiving streets where he only grew to further resent the rich and privileged.

Despite his displeasure he often resorted to frequenting a local church as a last means of food, and it was there that he met a young girl around his own age and fell for his first crush. The two were near inseparable and eventually her family adopted him. Life did not suddenly and instantly become free or easy, while they took him in under their tutorage and taught him the basics of education, he still had to work hard for every meal and cost nights sleep.
This was no ordinary family that had adopted young Arden, the small close knit group were not even all related. In truth the girls small family was actually pack of hunters who needed many things tended to.

At first the young boy was reluctant to work, or worse, conform. But as time passed and the difficulties of street life caught up with him, in his own time he soon took to the offer. First he worked just for the essential food, then as curiosity took hold of him he became hooked on their philosophies and learnt much more of religion, combat and even magic.

However, it was still no place to call home. One sudden day, two of the older family members never returned from their hunt. From that day on Arden's responsibilities grew. He was to provide food, maintain the weaponry, gather supplies and run errands. At the same time of his duties growing so too did his inclining towards magic.
He knew what was in store for him should the pack ever discover this so one night, after an uncontrollable shock and display of his magic, he turned to the half prepared plan he had been dreaming up and ran off into the forest with the young love of his life.

He worked tirelessly to provide for them, but despite his best efforts she fell deadly ill. Exhausting all resources available to him he instead turned to some old rumours he remembered hearing of a magical pendent owned by a witch he lived deep in the forest surrounding the mountain.

The rumours turned out to be true, Arden found and stole the pendent which saved the girls life for as long as she wears it. But at what cost.

Arden was caught and went from one life of servitude to another, only now instead of supporting the hunters he works for the fire witch Mirai. Although he can never see her again, his love will live for as long as Arden continues to please Mirai. Years have passed since their separation and he returned her to her hunter family, but Arden is sure she is alive because of a pendant that he holds forever dearly and close.

The one perk of his current situation is that he can grow and train his powers, hopefully one day defeating the witch he works for.

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Blood and earth.
He has been studying healing blood magic but so far can only treat superficial wounds and burns.
He can slightly alter the appearance of another person, namely temporarily hold their youth with the use of young fresh blood.
He also has a connection to minerals, metals and earthly things that he has not fully explored.

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Fighting Style: Arden is agile, fast and unpredictable.
Well trained, he often uses his opponents momentum and weight against them. He favours unarmed combat second to only his personalised Kusarigama.
He is an expert at disarming, tripping and distracting.
Equipment: Having grown up in poverty Arden holds few possessions dear to him. He has the clothes on his back, a few spare rags, a bed roll he calls home, his pendant and Iju.
Pendant- The pendant is filled with his lost girlfriends blood. It let's him know that she is alive and safe.
Weaknesses: Impulsiveness, confidence, his desire to push and test his limits. Competitiveness. The love of his life.

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Name: Iju (named after )
Forms:

• Animal - a small rocky viper
• Weapon - Kusarigama

Magic: As an animal the earthly viper is very discreet and stealthy. It has a chameleon's camouflage ability and can bite, taking blood as subtly as a mosquito.
Tremor sense. (Weapon)
While Iju is in Arden's hands he can feel the vibrations in the air and ground around him like a snake would flicking out its tongue. It resonates softly to only him when an enemy or fight could be near.
Appearance:

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Things they look for in a partner:
He has a partner, it's why he endures what he endures.
He thinks of her every waking week and imagines she feels the same.
He has never considered the possibility that she has moved on or the pendant is a farce and she is dead.

Likes:

• His g/f
• Music
• Nature/Isolation

Dislikes:

• High society
• Greed
• Witches

Hobbies:

• Smithing
• Learning/reading
• Bad poetry (writing)

Character Theme:
Other:

Kyzler

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Age: 29

Personality: Kyzler may not possess all the appropriate table etiquette's or even basics of social graces, but he is kind hearted and caring. Because of his fear of witches and his hazy memory he is often a bit reserved and cautious around strangers. Despite this he like a good drink and a laugh amongst friendly company. He never shy's away from paying for others if the coin is on him.

History: Kyzler was adopted and ran with a pack of hunters after his town was sacked and his parents murdered by witches. He was easily swayed into the hunter life not only by his burning desire for revenge but the lulling company of a beautiful young girl. Unfortunate for him he fell into a more brotherly role and had to watch on as she took a romantic interest in another and even went as far to bring this outsider into the family.
It was because of that constant pain he made the foolish decision to spare a witches life in exchange for her to take away his pain. He was lucky to get away with his life but she had done what she had said, the witch took away all his fond memories of the girl, and everyone else he had ever known.
Kyzler's curse doesn't end with only the people he had known but extends to anyone he could ever care for.

Signature Weapon: Dual enchanted swords. Not the most subtle of weapons but Kyzler is more than fond of them. The first sword is but a mere replica of the other, which took half a lifetime and many friends to obtain. It is a ancient sword of superb craftsmanship, made from techniques and materials since lost to time. It's strength and enchantments are what made it into the thing of old legends, it's wielders each one by one earning themselves a place in history.
Yes Kyzler was more than fond of it, but now he cannot remember why. He holds it dearly because it's all he has from his past but is unable to call on the powers of his majestic friend because he does not know its name.

Things they look for in a partner:
A purity and innocence, something to defend and fight for. A free wild spirit that cannot be controlled. A down to earth dreamer.

Matrim "Mat" Victar

Appearance:


Age: 24 (technically 84)

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 any attempted recovery has led to worse results soon after.

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 have seemed awkward on the outside, the two were inseparable and Mat showed true potential for being a great hunter.

However, at the age of sixteen, Mat's father was killed by a witch, which sent him into a crazed state on finding the guilty one. Mat performed unspeakable acts for years, and finally encountered the witch while captured inside Castle Bloodrose. She let him speak with his father and it brought peace to him for a time. Unfortunately, the mental reparation was broke down by another witch experimenting on him, causing the mental instability to be brought back.

Matrim was able to escape the castle soon after, and returned with fellow hunters. The castle was sacked but Matrim continued to have his internal problems. He left the other hunters and traveled afar for a time. One witch he encountered cursed him before he killed her and dragged him down into Purgatory with her. Trapped in the other world, Matrim barely clung to life until he learned of a way out. After sixty years, Matrim clawed his way out of Purgatory and back onto Earth. He's done his best to repair himself, but his mind has never truly been all correct.

Signature Weapon: A black-painted spear that can detach at the end to be used for a walking stick.

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.

Other: Matrim has done awful terrible things. He's tortured witches just for the sake of it and killed a little girl named Sarah (sister of Abigail and Lotte).

Appearance:


Age: 20

Personality:
Madeline is perhaps one of the most bullheaded and headstrong individuals you’ll have the chance to meet, and her ego is bigger than the head of her axe. She’s constantly boasting about how she’s going to be the next legendary hero. There’s no challenge Madeline won’t take, so long as it builds upon reputation as the greatest slayer in the land. However, her journey up the hierarchy is just beginning. As a novice hunter, her combat prowess isn’t exactly godlike, though she might tell you otherwise.

Most know Madeline as a bossy loudmouth, taunting and easily provoked to anger. One wrong string of words, and you might feel her heavy fist in your face. However, though crude she is, Madeline is not without compassion or sympathy. She sticks up for the downtrodden and will go to the aid of anyone in trouble with reckless abandon, especially if it’ll be something remembered for ages to come. Perhaps her greatest folly is her naivety. Though strong and powerful she is, she has yet to acquire a master hunter's wisdom; thus Madeline is incredibly easy to fool.

History:
Madeline Crux was born into greatness, or so she says. She claims to be the last descendant and, as such, the rightful heir of Brant the Leviathan, an ancient conqueror and once regarded as a god in some cultures. In reality, Madeline comes from a simple family of smiths, who have long provided quality arms to the village of Seren’s Folly. While there is a legend in their family that speaks of a connection to the ancient Brant, there is no concrete evidence that they are truly his descendants.

From a young age, she was taught the art of the forge, keeping in line with family tradition. However, the young girl always neglected her training to go out into the woods and fight imaginary monsters with sticks and stones, pretending to be one the hunters of the village. She was not a fearful little girl, though her parents were certainly concerned for her safety. For years, they kept her away from actual arms and did anything they could to keep her invested in their noble profession.

It was not until her parents perished from a strange pox, rumored to have been stirred up by witches, when she was 17 that Madeline was able to seek out her true calling, that of a hunter. So she took up the axe and shield, and she has practiced every day in the hopes that the legend of Madeline Crux will ring out through the annuls of history.

Signature Weapon:
A large battle axe, honed to a keen edge. Her current one is quite ordinary, but she hopes to be able to craft a greater weapon in the future.

Things they look for in a partner:
Due to the fact that she tends to scare potential suitors away, she hasn’t considered romance much. However, if anyone stands a chance, it would someone who is able to go toe-to-toe with her and not let her walk all over them.

Pets/Familiars: N/A

Special Abilities

• Immune to mind affecting effects.
• Holy things bother him, distracting him at most but no real damage. If you had the Lance of Longinus though, that is a completely different story.
• Superb regenerative abilities. The only thing that is completely nulled by holy things.
• Has a very strange taste in food and an equally strong stomach to handle it.
• Super Strength. Rarely used. As said before he prefers spells and will almost never deter from them.
  He knows an insane amount of spells but only chooses to use the most bizarre ones and always keeps their effect to the minimum. Even after dying he has never used more than weaker spells and nothing could force his hand to do so.

Name:

Athens Henway

Appearance:

Athens stands at a rather unimpressive five feet and nine inches tall. He weighs a little under a hundred and fifty pounds. A healthy lifestyle has gifted him an athletic build; though he is by no means a muscle bound knight or an agile rogue. At a glance, most saw Henway as plain- he wasn't particularly handsome, but by the same token he was far from what most would call ugly. A pair of spectacles found their home on his nose, acting as windows to his light blue eyes. After spending the better part of half a decade on his own, Henway learned how to keep his dark brown mane under control without the help of a barber. He dresses for the occasion; a suit for a ball, light armor for his more dangerous excursions and a simple leather jerkin whenever he was out and about. The large pack attached to the doctor's back was filled to the brim with all sorts of books, trinkets and medical supplies. He liked to think he was prepared for almost any emergency. The most important of his belongings, his bestiary, was kept tightly nestled in its own little pocket on the bag. Well, second most important belonging- nothing trumped the cross he hung around his neck. The silver religious symbol held what he thought to be a ruby in the center; though a keen eye would know a bloodmoon stone anywhere.

Age:

25

Personality:

Athens Henway is many things, but above all he is curious. He had a passion for discovering and documenting the unknown that he had pursued across the world and all the way to Seren's Folly. An explorer at heart, Athens fearlessly dove head first into mystery. His inner scientist had him constantly on the lookout for new chemical combinations, technological marvels and species of flora and fauna alike. He wrote down everything he saw in his bestiary. The little black journal had been by his side since he earned his medical degree and set out to find the darkest corners of the earth and shed a light upon them. Many thought the boy mad or foolish. What sort of idiot would dive head first into a Werewolf's den? How insane would a man have to be to follow the song of a siren, simply to ask it a few questions? His unending thirst for knowledge had put him in many a tight spot in the past. That werewolf had left a nasty scar on his back. And that siren nearly ate his face. But no amount of danger ever turned his heart to fear. He pressed past all obstacles in the search for truth. Even the arcane, evil witchcraft, did not cause the good doctor to turn tail and run. Witches were not a well documented group. Little wa known about their inner workings, except by the witches themselves. Why, who better to finally fill in the blanks than Athens?

Aside from his insatiable curiosity, Athens was a softy at heart. He abhorred violence. Rarely did he draw a weapon, even in self defense. Pacifism and a quick tongue had saved him against any number of evildoers; the few too cruel to care or too dumb to understand him had quickly found that the doctor knew how to handle a knife. Henway was born and raised in the church. He was a righteous man, when it suited his purposes- he would never dabble in magic, but...God never said he couldn't write about it, right? He told himself that he was helping the hunters and inquisitors by documenting the strengths and weaknesses of every goblin, ghoul and ghost he came across. His background made the man privy to empathy. Oft times he'd find himself stalking through the woods and discover an animal stuck in a hunter's trap and he couldn't stop himself from helping the poor creature. If he found a beggar on the side of the road, he'd offer what money he had in his pocket to him. If nothing else, Athens would give you his ear and a prayer if you approached him with troubles medicine could not readily fix. Sometimes, his willingness and passion for helping others led him to the same danger his research did. Sneaks and tricksters often found his purse a little too loose, and would be murderers found his home a nice place to hide from the authorities- who was the doctor to turn someone away?

History:

Athens Henway was born to a well off family in the capitol. As a boy, he looked to the walls of the city that were meant to protect and saw only a prison. He heard tales from hunters in the taverns about monsters and wonders outside those cold, dead walls. He would stay up late into the night, staring up at the moon and imagining what else might be staring up at it at that same moment. His yearning for adventure had to wait, however. His parents had him join the local church, where he worked underneath the priests as an altar boy. He learned plenty of the scriptures; but he was able to pry open the looser tongues and learn about…darker things. The holy men would tell horror stories of demons, devils and witches from beyond the city walls. They told him of the hunters that sought to rid the world of the monsters forever. Athens begged them to tell him everything they knew; most did not, weary that his young mind was becoming too corrupted by tales of dark things. One particular priest could tell, however, that his curiosity was completely benign. That man gave Henway books from the church library on all things evil. Novels about paladins falling from their ways. Tales of great men being seduced by the lure of arcane power. Stories about stunningly beautiful women with a capacity for cruelty that no man could ever hope to match. These were all things that Athens’ tiny brain eagerly absorbed. But…they were just stories. Everyone assured him there was some truth to them, but even a child could see they were overly romanticized. He learned that very little was known about the evils of the world. Few people were brave enough to seek the arcane; those that had almost always fell to its whispers of endless power, fame and wealth. Athens trusted in God. He could use the good Word to fight the temptations. Someone had to learn everything there was to know about the monsters. He could help the hunters. He could teach them how to properly fight the witches and warlocks of the world. Knowledge was power, right? Why not give humanity that power for a change? It was with completely innocent motives that Athens set out to explore the darkest arts there were.

Of course, he needed money if he wanted to travel. And he needed to know how to properly indentify and document everything he saw. So, Athens would have to learn how…to learn. He joined a medical school right after finishing his general education. He specialized in research, but had the extra time to study medicine as well. It took…several years to get anywhere in his studies. While he understood all the material and was intelligent enough to pass the classes, he found himself impatient to reach the end. He knew it was a necessary part of his dream. After all, who ever read a research book written by someone who wasn’t an expert in the field? But it just…took…so…long. Athens found himself hurrying his teachers along whenever he could. He poured through every piece of text he could. He taught himself everything he couldn’t learn in the classroom. His diligence eventually led to getting his diploma and title early; he passed every course with flying colors, such was his dedication to his desire. He gathered everything he needed for his trip using generous donations from the church. His venture was officially sanctioned and paid for by the largest religious institution in the capitol. He was to send a copy of all of his findings to the bishops, so that they might spread the knowledge on how to destroy the witches and their beasts to the hunters. Athens would, in a perfect world, be key to ridding society of its worst plague: magic. Five years of travel eventually led him to a little town called Seren’s Folly…

Signature Weapon:

When diplomacy fails him, Athens carries a knife for self defense. Years of working the scalpel have left his hand steady and his aim impressive; he's able to strike at nerve clusters for maximum pain, or aim for key tendons to render enemies paralyzed but alive. He hates fighting. He despises death. But if a situation arises where he must defend himself or another from certain destruction, Athens is willing to do anything to save a life- even if it means taking another. The blade isn't anything special; it's sharp, made of finely crafted steel and long enough to pierce the heart.

Things they look for in a partner:

Someone to share in his passionate curiosity for knowledge. A fellow pacifist who would rather everyone just put the damn swords down and talked instead. A kind soul, who cared for others as he did. Athens wasn't too picky about appearances. He'd seen beasts that would make most men vomit their guts out. That said, the doctor did have a weakness for blondes.

Pets/Familiars: A small black kitten he picked up on his way to Seren's Folly. Her family had been eaten by a direwolf, and she'd barely escaped its clutches. Athens nursed the youngling back to health and kept her with him, seeing as how she had nowhere else to go. He named her Lily, after the field of flowers he'd found her in.