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Feelings about meeting their soul mate:
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Julie has freckles all over her pale skin and wears her glasses all the time. Her hair is red, yet not that vibrant. She stands at about 5'5" tall and weighs about 124 pounds. She usually wears something that would go along in the 80's era.
Julie is a shy woman, not preferring to talk first but she is confident and silly once you get to know her. She is easy to scare, and controlled by emotion instead of mind. She is very observant, people watching instead of being with said people. She is a very calm person generally, and very kind.
Likes
-Anything sweet -Rain, or sunny days -The beach -Dancing -Adventure -80's music
Dislikes
-When others make fun of her -Being put under pressure -Violence -Being judged
Backstory
Who am I? Where am I? What...what's going on? These were the first three questions Julie asked herself when she woke up all those years ago. She had no memory of where she had been, or what she had been doing. Throughout the next few years, she figured out some new things; she was immortal, and she wasn't quite herself anymore. There was another side to herself, an evil side.
She first saw the date on her wrist in around the 80's, her favorite era of time. She couldn't believe how far about that date was and didn't want to love anybody else. She'd tried before but had only hurt them. Well, Julie hadn't killed her, Erin had.
Erin stands at 5'6" and 120 pounds. She has brown eyes with a crimson touch to them, and her hair is uncontrollable wavy and brown as well. She has dark skin.
Species
Demon
Sexuality
Lesbian
Personality
Erin is a very complicated individual. She has different personalities, depending on who she's with and how she's feeling. Usually she is hostile and aggressive, being friendly only when necessary or just as a joke. She can be sweet and loving when she wants, affectionate and protective of those she cares deeply about. She doesn't usually show these feelings though, and she doesn't like feelings in general. She especially dislikes crying.
Likes
-Violence -Fireball -Alcohol in general -Messing with others -The beach
Dislikes
-Crying -Emotions -Most of her family -Discrimination -Powerful individuals
Backstory
Revealed throughout Julie Ambers' story.
Occupation
N/A
Country of Origin
Hell, SM tattoo is in Abyssal
Feelings About Meeting Soul Mate
She was confused, having been the first person to have a Soulmate assigned to them. As a demon, love isn't a need. After meeting Julie, she would give up her life just to have Jules.
Erin is still confused about Cienna. She knows that the fairy is a Dark one, but doesn't if that fascinates her or terrifies her more.
Soul Mate
Julie Cienna
Misc
While Jules loves tea, Erin doesn't really have a preference for it.
Likes: - Literature - Spring Weather - Nature Studying - Traveling - Lilacs
Dislikes: - Idiots - Centaurs and other half beasts - Impatient people - Thunderstorms (She's afraid) - Learning how to drive in the city
Biography:"Come now Roe, sing a song for our guests, you have always had a beautiful voice as light as the yellow bird your family is named after." a young mother called to her child. The family had invited several guests over for dinner to celebrate a good harvest, and the good season for fishing. The family and several other elves had found their home next to the lakes and used the resources of the land to survive as well as flourish. "Come Roe, sing!" her mother insisted, as the guests smiled and nodded their approval.
"There is a place named shipwrecked cove placed behind a rock A boy and a girl would travel there for her to suck his -"
"ROE!" the young girls mother exclaimed, her face a crimson red at the embarrassment her daughter had given her in front of their guests. Roe giggled, "I learned that one from the neighbor boy." Roe gleamed, her soft round lips upturned into a grin. "Bed." her mother retorted, as Roe's smile then dropped to a pout, "But Mothe-" the girl started, and was given a stiff finger pointing towards their home, "Now." her mother finalized the command, sending Roe into the house, beaten by system once again.
As Roe aged, she always had a pleasure in riddles, songs, and the casual practical joke. Though many of her friends and family found no pleasure in this, the girl remained the same. "Honestly Roe, you need to mature just a little." her mother pleaded as they sat down to wash their clothes. Roe smiled and nodded, it was often easier to just agree to what her parents had to say rather than fight the cause. The two continued this sort of conversation; Mother lecturing a child, while child half doesn't pay attention and half just says "Mhm, yes."
"Your father and I think it time you left our small town to find your soulmate." her mother bluntly spoke, noticing her daughter's lack of soul mate finding participation. Roe responded once again, "Yep." before noticing the words that had been spoken, "Wait, what!?" the girl exclaimed, dropping the clothing she had held as her desert sand shaded eyes widening as she glared at her mother, "I'm not ready for that, my date is far from here." she chuckled, picking up the article of clothing and dusting it off slightly. "I'm just not ready for that." she repeated once more, handing the item to her mother and walking away with out another word about it.
A few years passed as Roe left her small town, and soulmate date became present. The name etched into her skin, faint but visible enough to be written in plenty of poems that the girl had scribbled in her notebooks through out the years. It wasn't until one day that she was traveling in the subway to her job that her wrist began to burn.
Occupation:Florist
Country of Origin:United States
Feelings About Meeting Their Soulmate:Not entirely ready, but not unprepared. She feels that she has known them her entire life, despite not knowing anything about them in the slightest. Roe hopes that they would respect her culture and wants to explore what the world has to offer by her side.
Soulmate:
Other:Prefers her tea with sugar, lemon, and lots of honey.
Appearance: Fritz stands at 6'0" and weighs 162 lbs. He has messy dark hair and dark brown eyes. On his back he has a large scar from a tousle he has with a werewolf, which starts at his right shoulder and travels down to the small of his back. He is usually seen a smart shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket.
Species: Demon
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Fritz is incredibly serious, and appears to have little to no room for fun in his life. He is also incredibly passionate about things like his poetry. He has been known to fly into a fit of passion in the space of a second, and not recover for a couple of hours. He tends to prize intelligence over good character, and his obsession with efficiency makes him seem cold and ruthless. When someone gets close to him, they find his blunt manner just childlike honesty, and he can be a loyal, and powerful, friend.
Likes:
The smell of fire
Literary romanticism
Animals, especially large dogs
Classic composers, especially Schubert
Punk rock
Dislikes:
Liars
Sudden loud noises
Pop music, AKA monotonous drivel
Overachiever do-gooders
Mexican food
Bio: Born in 19th century Austria, Fritz came from a rich family. Being an only child it was only fair that he should be treated like a prince by his parents, but somehow, he wasn't. You see, his father, Johann, was a righteous man, who thought himself better and more holy than everyone else. And in his upper class community he was greatly admired, yet there was one man who despised him. This man, named Wolfgang Müller, was a demon.
Müller despised the holier-than-thou attitude of Fritz's father after Müller almost exposed him for what he was. Müller took the ultimate revenge, and slept with Johan's unsuspecting wife. And she was pregnant with his child. When Johan discovered this, and that his son would therefore be a demon, he shunned both his wife and his child. So Fritz had a depressing childhood.
He left home at age 18 to join the bohemian movement of literature in France. He became a successful poet, always writing under a pen name, aware that he was fundamentally immortal and would need to appear to be dead eventually.
In the early 1950s, he moved to America, the bohemian spirit dying in France. It was in America he met his first soulmate. The day he had to bury her was the worst day of his life. She should have lived for so much longer, but she was killed by a feral werewolf. Frizz spent the next two decades hunting the beast down, his searching concluding in a violent scuffle, in which the wolf almost tore his back open, leaving a long scar.
After this, the date on his hand was one in the next century. Appalled, but slightly relieved, that he had to wait that long, he began taking up his time with journalism. He had time to catch his breath, and to prepare himself for whatever comes next.
Occupation: Junior editor of the local newspaper. Part-time poet.
Country of Origin: Austria
Feelings About Meeting Soulmate: Fritz dreads the day he meets his soulmate, afraid he will have to bury them one day and have his heart broken again.
Owen has a tattoo on his right bicep that he does not know where he got it from. He has had this tattoo since he was little. His father never told him where the thing came from. It tends to start burn his near his birthday.
Species: Human with Necromancy Magic: He is harder to kill since technically he is not fully alive due to a ritual done when he was a child (he doesn't know this). He get's most of his power from his tome The Liber Mortis.
Sexual Preference: Homosexual and prefers muscular guys.
Likes :
Boxing and Wrestling (He likes to fight and it is easy to fight when your sparing partner is a living corpse)
Magic
Cooking
Learning more magic
Doing his experiments
Dislikes:
Snow
Romantic Comedies (This one is more for show. He's never seen a Rom com but they sound terrible)
Coffee (He does not need coffee to keep himself awake.)
Bullies
Bio: Owen does not remember much about his early childhood.He was born into a family of Necromancers. The Underhills had been necromancers for almost thousand years and had been training the next generation in the arts of using the dead for countless generations. It was believed that the family had learned this unholy magic from Ancient Egyptian death priests. The Underhills became one of the most powerful clans in Europe before they were forced to flee to Salem, Massachusetts to escape witch hunters in England. They got their family name due to the fact that their lairs were buried under hills. Owen was set to be the next member of the clan before something terrible happened.
When Owen was five years old, it happened. Owen doesn't really remember what happened since everything is a blur up till then. He can remember his parents arguing with his mother screaming that "It was wrong! He should stay the way he is! It is forbidden! " Owen woke up in his father's laboratory with that tattoo on his arm. His mother was gone and his father kept giving him odd looks. Something had happened but no one would tell him what had happened. His father turned to drinking and ignored his son. Owen took it upon himself to learn the family trade. His father just kept drinking and screaming at his son. The older man had a deep seated hatred of his son and refused to teach him. So the other "residents" of the compound decided to teach Owen. The ghosts and shades taught him how to summon and control the dead while the skeletons and mummies taught him how to protect himself from danger. Owen had natural talent for necromancy and it showed even without his father's help.
Owen spent years hidden in the family's underground until around his fifteenth birthday when he decided that he wanted to see the outside world. One day during his father's many drunken benders, Owen slipped out of the compound to see the world he had heard from the ghosts. While he was out in the world, he stumbled into a boxing gym where he was taught how box and found that he was pretty good at. Owen had a skill for fighting with his fists. Those boxing and wrestling lessons made him want to be normal like the other kids in town. He went against his father by going to a local college to eventually become a coroner. No one cared about what the coroner would do with the organs. No one noticed if the bullet victim didn't have a heart. The John Does were an easy source of parts for his creations.
Now Owen wants to find his soulmate. That is the one thing that he really needs. Now that his father finally drank himself to death, Owen needs someone to help him get through life. The ghosts are starting to get pushy with their demands for him to get out more and find the man on his wrist. Whoever he is.
Occupation:Coroner. It helps his career and no one expects the coroner to be taking bits from the dead bodies for his research. He also talks to the dead people's ghost to try and find out why they died.
Country of Origin: United States
Feelings about meeting their soul mate:
Owen wants to find his soulmate more than anything. It is not easy when your only friends in this world are ghosts since the zombies do not talk. He is just worried that his soulmate would be freaked out by the fact that he deals with the dead and his lab is filled with corpses. Owen just wants to be seen as normal and his soulmate would help with that. He needs a reason to leave his lab.
Soul mate: Abel
Other: He dislikes tea for the most part. He has a few "friends" he keeps around the lab to guard him and help him with his research. He likes to keep them around
No one quite knows how old this mummy is. All that is known is that he had guarded generations of Underhills for generations. Owen never takes him out of the compound.
A skeleton that Owen can not get to work or wake up. He also has no idea why he would need something like this but his father wanted to wake it up. It just seems rather powerful and is his current obsession.
Owen's mentor who helped him learn his magic skills. Owen does not seem to be afraid of this thing at all.
Appearance/Looks: Height: 6 foot 1 Build: muscular build Hair: brown hair with what appears to be spots in his hair Eyes: cobalt blue eyes Style: Casual. Often wearing jeans and t shirts with cowboy boots. Usually wears cowboy hats. Other: a southern accent that tends to make an appearance when he is upset. He also has a tribal snow leopard tattoo in between his shoulder blades.
Species: Were Snow Leopard
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Personality: Very guarded about himself. Abel has been clammed up since his parents isolated him. Finding it hard to really come out of his shell and allow himself to be himself. This results in a more quiet self that has a reserved side. A quiet southern gentlemen is what he puts forward.
On the flip side, those that do manage to peel away that layer see a more sarcastic humorous side. A side that is more obnoxious and happy. This takes awhile to get to, put the hardest layer is the more caring soft side. That side that is loyal to that special individual and deeply caring. A side that hasn't seen the light of day.
Even though it does take a lot to piss him off, making fun of his sexuality or anyone else's will cause him to become enraged. He sees red and that is when he can get a tad too aggressive. Often throwing punches before he cools down enough to realize that was over board.
Likes : -Cats -Reading -Warmth
Dislikes: -Dogs -Being confined -Getting hurt (any type...emotional hurts him more though)
Bio: I was born and raised in texas. My parents thought I was normal, but turns out I was not. The ability to change into a snow leopard had passed a generation and my grandparents swept in to teach me about our kind. This was fine...I was just different. It took me a few years to master that side of me, but I would never trade that time in.
When my grandparents died...it hit me hard. I was around 13. I was alone with this ability..no one to turn to if things got hard. Things were worse when I was bullied. I knew I was bisexual and made the mistake of telling my friend. It had gotten out that I was bi because my friend was not really my friend and...well that was a terrible time for me. Being pressured and alone feeling, I turned to my parents. Told them everything and in response they isolated me. I was a monster and a sinner in their eyes. I couldn't leave until I was 18, so I had to endure everything until I could get out of there.
I wish I had never told them. We do not talk anymore. At least I have money from my grandparents that will hold me over for quite some time...probably until I am dead.
Occupation: -Various random jobs. Sometimes volunteers.
Country of Origin: United States
Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Nervous they will not accept him.
Standing at a height of 5’6” feet, Madison is a man of fair complexion, with mellow features, dark eyes, and even darker curls that fall to his chin. These traits, however, tend to be overshadowed quite easily by his rather...interesting choice in wardrobe. Despite being male, and identifying as such, the researcher is almost always found donning a skirt and heels. As Madison leans naturally on the more androgynous side of the spectrum, it doesn’t take much use of makeup for him to become nearly indistinguishable from a woman. This hobby of his can easily confuse most people- especially if one has not been informed of his gender otherwise. Has a passion for wearing colorful, flowing dresses, and will wear a variety of wide-brimmed hats and gloves during the day.
Species: Vampire
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Personality: At heart, Madison is an open, good-natured individual. Mellow towards most everyone, regardless of their own feelings towards him, he’s usually willing to have polite chit-chat when his schedule allows him to do so, or even set aside time for the sole purpose of talking with a friend or acquaintance. He takes most things in stride, and it takes quite some time for him to get riled as a result- although, even then, it’s very rare for him to explode. His rage usually manifests itself as silent anger and disapproval, contrasting greatly against his usual sunny disposition. Age has also granted him an incredibly lackadaisical nature when dealing with the world around him, regardless of how bizarre or unusual it happens to be.
Dislikes: - Wearing traditional male clothing - Sour cream - People who happen to be over-controlling of others - Cruelty - Straight tequila or vodka - Wearing sandals with socks - Closed-mindedness
Bio: Born just a few years before the Tuscarora Indian conflict took place, young Madison was brought into the world as the first child of a somewhat successful blacksmith. While he had a deep fondness for what books he managed to get his hands off, and slacking off from his duties, he was groomed to take up his father’s work once the time came- and, as such, was often set to tinker with scrap metal or assist around the shop. He made an effort to please his parents, even going so far as to try and meld his own works, but there was one thing he kept a firm secret from them.
Namely, the fact that he would dress himself in women’s clothing when alone. Madison was fascinated with femininity, the female form, and developed an odd hobby of attempting to recreate that beauty within himself. While this secret lingered with him throughout his mortal life, he grew into a relatively normal youth. His life was in order, and, while he struggled with a bit of a gambling and drink problem, he was making steady progress in his decision to go into politics.
One night, however, when stumbling home from a meeting with friends, he was bitten by a vampire. After dealing with the initial struggle of “infancy”, Madison cut all ties to his past life and took to wandering. It was during this period that he developed a deep interest in the world of the supernatural, and he eventually came to settle down as a researcher on the subject. Madison has published several studies on various cryptids, along with theories on soul bonds and their purposes. His own has been approaching its due date far more rapidly than he had imagined, and Madison couldn’t be any more delighted.
Occupation: Magical Researcher
Country of Origin: America
Feelings about meeting their soulmate: Optimistic. While he hasn’t encountered his own yet, he’s firm in the belief that if he’s intended to be with someone, then they will be compatible when it comes down to it.
Soul mate:
Other: While it holds no nutritional value for him, what with him being a vampire, Madison enjoys tea. Matcha is his favorite. Hedonistic.
Name: Phoebe Alice Stride
Age: 46, although she’s physically in her early twenties.
Gender: Female
Appearance/Looks: At about 5’4”, “Stride” is a woman of pale complexion, and even paler hair. Locks of silver fall messily about her face, with several hanging low enough to brush her chin. Her eyes are a strikingly bright yellow, and very much serpentine; nearly all of her eyes taken up by the same color, and her pupils are slitted. Scales litter her body, showing up as sporadic patches on otherwise regular human skin. However, Stride has a habit of covering most of her features, leaving much to the imagination. Typically, she dons a pair of goggles over her eyes, and a thin, breathable strip of fabric over her mouth; although when in the midst of a fight, she tends to switch these items out for a basic gas mask. Her outfit consists of a maroon jacket over dark shirts, jeans, and a set of work gloves and boots. Is of Greek and Japanese descent.
Species: Hybrid: Half-Gorgon, Half-Human
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Personality: Sarcastic, hasty, and generally rough-around-the-edges, Stride’s personality seems to befit the protagonist of a cheesy action movie over a member of a peacekeeping group. Her vocabulary is vast enough to make a sailor blush, and is something she often uses to get on the nerves of most decent folk. It doesn’t take long for her to give out a few rather...blunt comments if it means getting a rise out of someone. She possesses quite the temper, as well- acting childishly when frustrated or taken off guard, and throwing out meaningless insults in an effort to maintain what she views as an “impressive” demeanor. Given this hot-bloodedness, this often makes her fairly unpleasant company, especially when around those with thinner skin. In spite of this, however, she’s fiercely loyal to her companions, working doggedly to get both recognition and admiration between her peers. This results in her being a bit show-offy at times; although when it counts, Stride can be fairly cool-headed and reasonable enough, making her decent enough to work with.
Likes: - Classic Rock - Fighting - Junk food - Her hummer - Her guns, a pair of H&K MP7A1s - Action movies - Painting - Whiskey
Dislikes: - Emotional openness. Makes her uncomfortable, as she’s not sure how to deal with it. - People stealing her food - Her looks - Being ignored - The cold - Eggs - Being called “Phoebe”.
Bio: Phoebe was born as the result of a rather scandalous affair between a married human woman, and a wandering, killer-for-hire gorgon. The two had been acquainted through the woman’s business, a successful weapons company, and eventually began a fling together that ended when the gorgon moved onto other waters- and with the human pregnant. Given that the child hardly resembled her husband, it was made clear enough that Phoebe was a bastard. Her existence put the family’s reputation at risk, and, as such, she was kept away from company and shunned by her relatives.
Sometime during Stride’s adolescence, her biological father returned, offering to take his daughter off their hands with little explanation as to why. The family obliged regardless, and Mr. Callias Dimitriou took the girl under his wing. Once she was old enough, Stride left her father’s care to join up with a supernatural facet of the police force- jumping in to deal with the rogue werewolves or vampire slavers human officers would struggle with. She’s found her place among their fold, and, all in all, she’s quite content in the life she’s carved out for herself.
The only issue that she’s found is the mark on her wrist. The thought of meeting someone, instantly falling in love, and living out a perfect fairy-tale life has never struck Stride as honest; especially with her parents serving as reference.
Occupation: Sergeant in the supernatural taskforce, hoping to get promoted soon.
Country of Origin: America
Feelings about meeting their soulmate: Uncomfortable. If questioned, Stride will complain that the whole thing seems prone to blowing up in people’s faces, but it’s mostly the idea of having to get so cozy with someone that unsettles her.
Soul mate:
Other: Stride doesn’t drink tea much, if at all. Is skilled with numbers. Stride’s gaze can stun anyone who meets her eyes, inducing an effect similar to being tazed in the victim- muscles locking, and waves of pain flooding their body. This lasts for as long as her gaze is locked with her target's.
Age: It is impossible to determine her age as her kind always remain the same. She appears to be about 18 however. Gender: Female Appearance/Looks:
Cienna has always been small standing only 3” tall but that is a trait that is common for fairies, what is less common are her piercing blue eyes that swirl with dark lines as if the colours themselves were moving. She keeps her long black hair pulled back into a pony tail which reaches to the small of her back without a single hair falling out of place nor a curl showing its face. Her skin is a soft satin like ivory that gives of a faint glow. Her ears are pointed but only slightly above that of a human while her teeth should she ever show them reveal her canines to be slightly elongated. Sprouting from the middle of her back is a pair of opalescent wings common amongst her kind however their pale undulating blue again is uncommon. She likes to wear mostly black skin-tight clothing showing off her small body as much as possible, she can often be found wearing a black non-see-through teddy with pink trimmings and a pair of mini-shorts when going out. She never wears shoes no matter what she is doing however that is never really a drawback as she rarely if ever touches the ground outside of her apartment. Species: Wind Fairy Sexual Preference: Bi-sexual Personality: Kind of quiet at first Cienna seems to be withdrawn from others taking to listening to the world around her and moving at her own pace. While it might appear to an onlooker that she is shy this couldn’t be further from the truth, she simply does not know how to approach people. When she gets to know someone, and opens up to them, they will find that she is flirty and fun loving, and would be willing to give the world for anyone she cares for. When forced to interact with people she is unfamiliar with she will appear guarded. Likes : -Open spaces -Classical Music -Quiet -Poetry Dislikes: -Loud Noises (Scares her) -Surprises -Crowded places Bio: Being born blind Cienna has had to learn to find her own way in the world. Her parents at a very young age disowned her sending her to an orphanage where she learned the hard way that people can’t always be trusted to have her best interests at heart. Growing up was difficult in the orphanage as other children would often tease her knowing that she couldn’t do anything about it due to her limitations. Being a Fairy, she was not born with her wings or her powers as they come with age. By the time she reached her 9th birthday she had basically withdrawn from all people seeking the quiet shelter of her bed or the small corner of the library she had come to love dearly. On the eve of her 9th birthday she felt a surge of power run through her entire body followed by the most excruciating pain she had known, the moment her wings formed and attached to her was like being branded by a burning iron. After this moment, however some of the boys stopped picking on her, she would even say that some of them were nice to her. She would never know the beauty of her own wings or her young body that was developing into a true fairy. She had been told by some of the girls that she was too beautiful and that it wasn’t fair. The girls seemed to despise her and be in awe of her at the same time and so their bullying and tormenting only got worse as she grew more beautiful. With the process that all young fairies go through when they come of age typically lasting anywhere from 5 to 6 years starting on their 9th birthday she would become more provocative in her clothing enjoying the feel of the air against her exposed skin. The next few years at the Orphanage weren’t as bad as the boys started to take note of her and some even became friendly to her helping with the bullies. But it was a single girl that she became closest to, her name was Emerald a young elven girl who had lost her parents due to an accident about the same time that Cienna was forced into the Orphanage. As time passed the pair became inseparable. On the dawning of her 16th year she was sitting on the roof of the orphanage a place that her and Emerald discovered some years prior to escape the torments of daily life. For one reason or another that Cienna couldn’t understand the air around them felt different, as if filled with an electricity. They were talking as Cienna faced the warmth of the setting sun with her eyes closed when suddenly Emerald went quiet, Cienna knew she hadn’t moved as the wind hadn’t been disturbed. A useful trait that she had learned with her wings is to read the wind to feel it’s tiny eddies and movements that formed around all solid objects. The next moments happened so fast that she barely had time to react she felt the wind move as Emerald moved in closer to her, nothing unusual for the pair as close as they were. Then she felt something she had never felt before soft lips pressed against her own, the feeling sent a shock through her system and she pulled back in a knee jerk reaction a crimson blush spreading across her face. Over the next two years Cienna grew into an adult and left the orphanage, for a time Emerald was by her side but like all good things, everything must come to an end and they parted ways, not badly as they keep in touch with each other, just Emerald had dreams of her own to pursue and Cienna would not have forgiven herself if she held Emerald back. She found a small apartment which she could call her own and slowly memorised where everything was so much that she was comfortable walking on the ground. Something she was never comfortable with outside, since she learned to hover at the age of 15 if she was out she was hovering and using her wings to navigate. Now another 2 years later she happily lives on her own looking forward to the future and having as much fun as she can. Occupation: Librarian in a library for the blind. Country of Origin: England. Feelings about meeting their soul mate: She has only heard in passing about the soulmate bonds and never really seen the one she has not even knowing she has it. Soul mate: TBA Other: Tea Also her name tattoo on her soul mate appears in the language of fae which can only be read by a fae as the symbols seem to shift each time they’re looked upon and seem to glow softly.
Appearance/Looks Viktor stands at 5'10, weighing 175 pounds, with an overall proud stance. He has honey blonde hair and a pair of grey green eyes.
Species Human
Sexual Preference Pansexual
Personality Viktor is a fairly haughty individual, cocky and full of himself. He's very aware of the fact he's intelligent and is not above telling you such. Secretly insecure of himself, he's quick to snap at anyone who pokes at his sense of safety or self. Underneath all that asshole is a guy who's actually very lonely.
Likes Bourbon Cooking Rats Text-based adventure games The color grey Studio apartments
Dislikes Dirty spaces Sports The color orange Oreos Dr.Pepper More than 2 cats at a time
Bio Viktor Polzinov was born to Lidiya and Kolvo Polzinov as the eldest child, shortly followed by a pair of twin girls. Viktor never got along with any of his family, so when he was able to leave to attend university, he did not hesitate. Getting in was easy enough, but he felt very underappreciated in his placement. In an attempt to gain appreciation, he flew to New York. When that didn't work, he dropped out of college, and being out of money, Viktor went to work as a bartender. He now lives in a simple studio apartment with his rats Lovno and Nico, writing in his free time and bartending 8 hours a night.
Occupation Bartender and aspiring author
Country of Origin Russia
Feelings about meeting their soul mate He believes it's hogwash, and would bet that anyone could be paired up with anyone they wanted.
Soul mate TBA
Other His mother used to dry herbs, so he knows how to make his own tea.
In human form, he has reddish skin and black hair, along with blue eyes. He stands at 6' tall.
In his true demon form, he still has red skin and black hair, but yellow eyes and his horns. He stands at the same height.
Species
Demon
Sexuality
Homosexual
Personality
Brandon is mischievous and cunning, liking to poke at people and joke around. He seems quite cruel sometimes. Inside he's a real softie, opening up about feelings and small "feminine" things.
Likes
-Cats -Baking -"Old school" video games; Crash Bandicoot, Pacman, etc. -Decor -Being tidy -Plants -Rain -Black -Drinking -Playing guitar
Dislikes
-Being called a sin or "Lucifer" -Discriminatory people -Day time -Fights -Classical music
Backstory
Not much is known about Brandon. He was raised in Hell, just like any other Demon. More is to be revealed throughout the roleplay.
Occupation
A barista at a local cafe
Country of Origin
Hell (?)
Feelings About Meeting Soul Mate
Secretly, he is excited. On the outside, he seems careless about it.
Age: Countless, has been around since the beginning of the Universe, and will Probably still be here long after it’s extinction. Gender: Male Appearance/Looks: Zephyr is tall standing in at 6’9” and he considers this to be a blessing along with his extremely well-built body. His golden eyes appear as if they are staring into your soul should he ever turn them on you which to be certain he is. He has long silver hair that can be a hassle to contain so he usually keeps it tied up in a messy pony tail while his fringe generally covers his right eye. He can often be seen wearing a white button-down shirt which is opened revealing his abs and a silver winged cross that he wears around his neck. He likes to wear black cargo pants and army boots. Should any see him without his shirt on they would see the two ugly scars on his back that show where his wings once attached to his body. Other than the Scars on his back he has been described as perfection incarnate by the many women that fawn over him. Species: Angel Sexual Preference: Omnisexual Personality: The strong quiet type, Zephyr remains aloof watching from afar as the world moves by. He has found little interest in the affairs of mortals being as long lived as he is he finds them to be mundane and at best little more than a meagre distraction to his eternity. He had garnered a long time ago that the only thing that mattered was his service to the cross as that was the only eternal like him or that is the only thing Eternal he had found. He is hyper protective of things that he considers to be important and will not hesitate in any actions that he considers necessary to the preservation of those objects. Likes : - Peace and Quiet - Religion - The light - Long lived Creatures Dislikes: - Mortals - Demons - Current Music - Violence. Bio: Zephyr has always existed he has watched the world grow from it’s infancy to where it is now, in the early days he took a lot more interest in the on goings of the different races as they tried to hide away from each other and even found it hilarious when humans became the dominant species. He had no idea how that happened as all the other races were so much more powerful. He did suspect that it had something to do with technology, that a lot of the other races believed to be inferior. Over the years he had, had many soul mates and each of them eventually perished while he remained the same, slowly over time he closed his heart to the mortals of this world. To the potential that any soul mate could possibly have on him. He had seen hundreds of names and dates appear on his wrist and over time they all disappear, he figures this is a sick joke that God had devised. He spends most his time at the temple of the cross if he isn’t out on a mission. The rare times that you can find him away from the temple when he’s not working he is usually at central park laying back and staring up at the sky, whether it be day or night. These times are usually the moments of his most quiet reverie where he ponders his existence or that of the very world around him. When you have as many years to live as there is life to give you lose sight of the smaller things. He makes a point of trying to take some time at least once a week to notice the smaller things in nature, the sapling shooting up under the dense leaves, the spider cocooning the fly in silk. These are things that he finds interesting, things that others would pass by without a second thought. Occupation: Attendant to a Chapel of the sacred cross. (he does whatever is asked of him… and by whatever he means whatever.) Country of Origin: Heaven Feelings about meeting their soul mate: I am an angel, I am destined to walk alone. Soul mate: TBA Other: Zephyr Despises Anything Caffeinated The Temple of the Sacred Cross is a Secret Religious sect that operates out of the shadows, acting as ‘cleaners’ to ‘people’ that become problems.
Appearance/Looks: Model - Alexandra Daddario Long brown hair and stunning bright blue-grey eyes. She stands tall at 5'6 and has a beautiful model sequel build. Her smile normally doesn't reach her eyes.
Species: Human
Sexual Preference: Straight/Heterosexual
Personality: Smart, Slightly humorous, Friendly (when comfortable) and can get along with people quite nicely, though she tends to blend into the background with a group of people.
Likes: - Coffee (Latte) - Night owl - Programming - Embroidery - Shopping for fabrics in thrift shops - Volunteering at animal shelters
Dislikes: - People who are not on time - People who are too bold and stand out too much - Hamsters
Bio: Stefany was born in a humble, warm family. She has an older brother named Carson as well as an older sister named Henrietta (Retta for short). She's only brought pride to her family with her impressive grades and even though she doesn't have many close friends to hang around she still manages to find a solace in a few co volunteers at the animal shelter she sometimes goes to. Now a student in university (earning her masters degree as a vet) she's working harder than ever and barely has time to think about much else other than continuing her average life
Occupation: University Student (Masters) in the Veterinarian major.
Country of Origin: America
Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Slightly dont-carish. She can live perfectly well on her own so if there's no soulmate she's completely fine with that. Plus guys always find a way to put her in the background, much like her friends do.
Soul mate:
Other: As attractive as she may be, Stefany has never really paid any focus in guys or friends.
Age: Appears in her mid-30s, in actuality at least 2000
Gender: Female
Appearance/Looks: Sara stands tall at 5'10 with fit and athletic build. Throughout her long life she's had many looks about her, almost all of them keeping close to the legend of the Samovilas of Slavic lore. Tall, beautiful women with long dark hair, living in the woods, protecting the trees and woodland beasts. Lately though Sara's become bored with that image. She now sports a short, almost boyish cut, that compliments perfectly her high cheekbones and strong facial features. It's not the orthodox pretty female look, but it is quite striking and gives Kosara an almost edgy atmosphere about her. Her dark blue eyes only serve to bolster that image with their piercing night sky mysteriousness.
Sara's adopted other modern day image and body modifiers. Namely she's fond of tattoos and has experimented with piercings on her body of which she's kept those on her ears and other two below the neckline. She has a tattoo of the three of life on the inside of her left wrist and a Chinese dragon ouroboros around her left ankle. She also has a whole back tattoo that bares a deep personal significance to her.
When Kosara's true form's unleashed it doesn't differ much from the image she lets normal people see, except for her wings. No one's ever seen her in her true form.
Species: Vila/Samovila
Sexual Preference: Prefers women
Personality: Sara is solitary by nature, but she's not antisocial. She prefers the company of selected people and will act polite and friendly with strangers. She is very loyal to those who have won her trust and affections. Having lived as long as she's had she is a very good judge of character and won't allow simply anyone into her inner circle.
Kosara is often quiet and pensive and when in the woods would appear as if she's listening to it whispering to her. The trees, the animals, the critters. She possesses a quiet unobtrusive wisdom she loves to share with her friends whenever they are willing to listen. Sara is a very good story teller and is quite charming when she spins her stories for her audiences. She can be a bit reserved though in the beginning of a relationship. Be it of a friendly nature or romantic.
Likes:
- The woods - Singing and dancing - Cooking - Origami - Swimming
Dislikes:
- Inconsiderate people - Clothes shopping - Too long finger-nails on women - Sea food /fish is okay, but anything else, no!/ - House music
Bio: Vilas are solitary creatures by nature and Sara's no different. Since time immemorial the Vilas were tasked with protecting the woods they've been born of. As well as all creatures and critters that inhabit them. A Vila would stick to her part of the woods and won't interact with anyone for long stretches of time. They were of the woods and the woods were all they needed. But times began changing little by little. People forgot nature was a part of them and they a part of her. They started building their artificial dwellings, which grew and grew, and the forests became less and less. The Vilas went on a rampage, killing hikers, park rangers, tourists, anyone and everyone who dared enter their territories. But eventually they lost and became almost extinct. At least those who could not adapt.
Sara was not one of those. She knew that if she wanted to survive, she would have to swim with the flow, not against it. So she shackled her rage and bided her time, defending her territory as best she could without resorting to senseless murder, but she came to loath humans with passion. Before that black hatred could take root however she met an exceptional human. A young wilderness specialist who won her trust and stole her heart. But she was just human and despite the happy life the two of them had, it all ended too quick for Sara. Immortal as she was a single human's lifespan was a drop in the ocean for her. She mourned the death of her human lover and moved on.
She knew now not all humans were vile. Some even deserved her trust and love.
Occupation: Wilderness guide
Country of Origin: Present day Bulgaria
Feelings about meeting their soul mate: She knows love is a precious thing, even if, for someone like her, it could be fleeting. She's always been drawn to the concept of sole-mates, but fears she is bound to live out her immortal life watching them grow old in front of her eyes and die. Sometimes in her most vulnerable moments she will pray to the universe to grant her mortality so that she could live out the rest of her years with her one true mate.
Soul mate: Aaliyah Maeremah Laerorn
Other: Although tasked with protecting the woods and the woodland beasts and critters, Sara is well aware all of them are a part of a cycle. She hunts for her own food as any forest predator would and buys vegetables only from trusted produce farmers. Sara also loves her teas. Admittedly, her taste for tea is not the most mainstream, but she's likes what she likes.
(Meaning each: Ascender | Free | Tree Song) (Meaning all: The free Ascender of the Tree Song)
Many people on earth have considered her name too hard to pronounce and had called her Liyah (Lee-ah). Her surname often gets mispronounced as La-horn.
Age
617 years (of which she spent 400 years on earth) Appears in her early-to-mid-twenties, currently telling everyone she is 24.
Gender
Female
"There's demons haunting me inside that you can't see."
Description
Aaliyah is 161cm tall and weights 62kg. Her boobs measure of a 32B in bra size. She has natural brown hair, that goes down in waves a tad further than the middle of her back. She has freckles over her nose and cheeks, that will show forcefully when she gets the warm sun onto her skin a couple of days. Her eyes are of a brown tone. Aaliyah has a cleft chin, which people like to call 'butt chin' or 'booty chin', that she didn't like for a long time but has come to terms with. She likes to walk around natural, not so much make-up and comfortable clothes, but doesn't mind glamming up every now and then. She has several tattoos on her body. She also has a huge smile, which people have made fun of, but she will not stop smiling because of that.
Species
Dilloth (Meaning: Silent Flower)
Sexuality
Lesbian
Personality
Aaliyah is a calm person, who can sit and listen to you for hours. She doesn't erupt very often or easily. She tries to solve everything with words and kindness. Her heart gets heavy whenever she witnesses pain, hurting, prejudices, hate or unfairness. The woman doesn't understand cruelness or being divided by simple things like religion, skin color or sexuality. Before coming down to earth she hadn't known a word for 'sexuality', they just called it love, hadn't known that religion and skin color was a reason to hate for some people. She loves nature, animals and children and is protective of them. Liyah almost got a heart attack the first time she visited a zoo and had to leave after five minutes. Caged animals, no matter why, are hurting her heart and she doesn't understand why it would be necessary.
In her free time being outdoors in the nature where no cars drive, no houses can be seen, no loud city noises can be heard, is her favorite thing to do. Right next to writing songs and singing. She likes to have fun dancing and exploring the world, climbing, jumping, swimming. She loves to ride her bike and prefers it over cars or buses or trains. It feels more natural to her and she likes the wind in her hair.
She loves learning new things and is always very enthusiastic about it. Testing out new sweet treats is one of her favorite things. She loves movies, though she is always shitting her pants during any kind of horror movie (even if it's really not scary!).
Aaliyah is easily hurt, because she still hasn't quiet understood that sometimes people don't mean what they say. So she takes a lot of things to heart even if she shouldn't. But she has been working on that for a long while now and it's slowly getting better.
Liya benefits from several abilities that are common for her species. (See 'Abilities of her race' in the CS)
The Dilloth can't tell untruthful things. Therefor Liya can't lie.
Likes
- Trying out new sweet treats - Nature (all of it) - Singing - Writing - Swimming - Climbing (preferably on trees, but anything will do) - Kind people
Dislikes
- Violence - Earth politics - Caging animals - Being a queen. She feels like she is the worst queen there has been.
Backstory
Liyah was born on a planet called Astraea and she was the princess of the Dilloth - the race that inhabited the planet. She grew up in the forest along the other ten or so children. She spent 200 years on that planet, played in the crowns on the trees and lived within wonderful wooden places in their forest. On her 200th birthday, Aaliyah got crowned as queen. And suddenly she was in charge of Astrea, a very small planet, nothing compared to earth. But it was home. Until an evil outcome forced the whole species to flee. Not all of them made it.
While the common people slept, the royalty as well as some advicers and healers kept awake on the ship they had fled the burning planet with, heading towards the next best planet to live on. The species that seemed most like them, most to accept their ways and to welcome them was the human race on Earth. It took only 17 years for the Dilloth to arrive on Earth, year 1600.
But the force had followed them and when they had landed and exited the ship something happened. The Dilloth have the ability to turn into trees and they use to do that whenever danger tags along, to hide in plain sight. When they did it this time, they froze in their state. All of the Dilloth at once had been trapped into their tree form - except for one. The young queen met eyes-to-eyes once again with the force that had killed her planet and over half of her people back home. And what they wanted, she couldn't give them. So they left all of her people frozen in their tree form on a planet of people that considered trees a source, something they could kill to use the wood. The queen - all alone with no parents to guide her, no one to talk to, no advicers, no healer by her side - was lost. Of course she tried to find a way, she tried to find the cure - that she knew existed somewhere in the possession of the great evil that had done this -, but after having been everywhere and having found not one clue, she didn't know how to proceed further. All her ideas failed. All her people were trapped for eternity.
And the princess soon too learned, that not only had the great evil trapped the Dilloth in their tree form, but had stopped all Dilloth from growing. The trees didn't grow, after fifty, hundred, two hundred years they still stood at the same size - and so did she. Aaliyah hadn't aged ever since that day, she was doomed to forever be in the position of the queen that got half of her people killed on the first day since coronation and got the other half stuck forever 17 years later in a world that would only gladly kill them one by one.
These days, Aaliyah still feels terrible about it, still hopes for an answer, a solution, but has barely any hope. She had given up. She had started to live like a human as best as she could.
(There's a full, fleshed out story to why and how all this happened, but I didn't wanna write even more in the CS to bore you all.)
The Dilloth have something within their blood, their DNA they call Eredh (translated that means 'Seed'). The Eredh is something that is a part of them like smelling or hearing. They get born with it and some have a stronger Eredh than others. And the Eredh gives them some abilities.
Eredh is a natural thing that once existed in all of nature's creatures; plants and animals alike. Animals and plants do not have a strong Eredh, they can not 'use' it in the way the Dilloth can. But every Eredh can feel when there's something around with Eredh, how strong their Eredh is. And so it comes that all the animals can feel when a Dilloth is near them and they happen to not be afraid of them, to not be aggressive towards them. They respect them. Though they do not listen to them or do things they want. They simply feel that those people mean no harm due to the Eredh within their veins. On the other side of the coin the Dilloth feel pain whenever Eredh around them is destroyed, therefor they would cause themselves physical harm by harming an animal or by killing a tree. It's a two way street. On a sadder note, not all animals still have Eredh though. Animals in the wilderness are more likely to still have their Eredh than animals that are living among humans or in captivity.
The Eredh that runs through their body gives the Dilloth the ability to interact and behave in the environment differently than any other species. They can walk within nature - and only nature! - without making a single sound. They can climb like it's their destiny, are fast on their feet and have quicker reactions than most other species. The Dilloth learn to use daggers and bow and arrows, but they don't hunt with them. They use them in a different way. They have a natural good aim and many train this ability to perfection. So did Aaliyah. (Due to these abilities the Dilloth could be trained to be amazing warriors, if only they would consider to harm anything. But it never even occurred to them that their abilities could be used for military reasons.)
Eredh is also within water. Underwater the Dilloth can see and breathe. This is because the Eredh in the sea will naturally give them the things they need to survive down in the deep. Like plants underwater. The Eredh in the water needs to have time to adjust to her body though, so the 'survival abilities' for underwater will only kick in after around 30 seconds of being completely underneath it. If she gets out of the water before the thirty seconds, it will not work. If water gets pushed over her head, she will not be able to connect to it's Eredh. However if her head gets forced down into water, after thirty seconds she will be able to breathe within it. She can't connect to the Eredh when she is unconscious. She has to be awake for it.
The Eredh forces the Dilloth to always speak the truth, they can be silent if they wish or tell half the truth. But no untruthful word will ever leave their lips. They're unable of doing so. They learn to use their words wisely. By not lying but using words that will set a different kind of thought into the head of someone, they still can prevent themselves from having to spill a truth they don't wanna share. A woken mind will notice their way of words though and not be fooled.
Eredh is able to heal. This process is something the Dilloth have to train hard for, for a long time before it will work at all. Some very few are even able to resurrect someone. Healing someone is a tiring process that considers a lot of attention and strength as well as life. By healing someone, the Eredh will go over in their body and quicken up the healing process. But it comes with a price. Not only will one feel weak, dizzy and maybe even faint, but they will be giving away a part of their lifespan. Every healing process, as little as it might be, costs them a little bit of their own life. The bigger the wound, the bigger the price. So resurrecting someone can cost the Dilloth hundreds of years of life and even cause them to die immediately. The Dilloth respect death and do not make use of their power to resurrect (not that many can anyway). They also prefer to let wounds heal naturally, using natural salves and bandages.
Sexuality is a word the Dilloth do not know and Aaliyah only learned it when she started to live her life on earth. The Dilloth do not consider themselves straight, gay, bisexual or whatever weird words Liyah had heard. They call it love. Simple as that. So she didn't understand why the human race needed different words for the same thing and even felt hate towards some love. It confused her and angered her.
Having a child is a completely different thing for the Dilloth. A child will only ever be born when two people have physical contact during the deepest emotional connection. Physical contact can be anything, from touching a cheek to holding hands to having sex. The deepest emotional connection is more than love, it's two souls physically connecting. It's a special bond, a moment full of vulnerability and weakness and pure emotions for each other. During the deepest emotional connection a child will only be received when the Eredh within one person feels so very pulled towards the Eredh of the other person that a spark of it will leave the body to go over into the one of the partner. That kind of connection is rare. Any couple can get children, the sexual organ is not needed to reproduce. The men of the Dilloth also can receive and carry out children, though they always have to use a risky C-section for the birth of their child. So it can always be that a same sex couple will have a child or that a man will be pregnant with the child of his wife.
Due to the very deep connection to be existent when receiving, children are always born into a loving family. Children are something very precious, because the connection and the ability of the Eredh to split a part of it and jump over into the partner's Eredh is a rare and very beautiful thing. Children are always happily welcomed and are always a blessing. And they're always single children. In the whole history of the Dilloth there were only a very few siblings. For the Eredh to split once and do the incredible task of producing another Eredh, a little child, another little light is a miracle, a wonderful thing. But for it to happen twice is completely out of the norm. There has been siblings, but they're so extremely rare that one would never even consider that they could have two children.
Occupation
None.
She barely keeps above water with her 'amateur performances' at different small locations.
She hasn't given it much thought or attention. It just never seemed like a reality to her. Scared to be a disappointment to her.
Soul Mate
Kosara Nikolov
Misc
Most songs she writes that sound like heartbreak songs are actually meant for her people and herself, which she felt she has disappointed in the biggest way. She will drink any tea you offer her. But she actually has a guilty pleasure for cappuccino and coffee. She can not drive. She's a virgin.
