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"Whatever happens, the innocent must be protected..."

Gender
Male

Age
287

Race/Species
Human Immortal

Abilities

Immortality - Has an infinite lifespan, never to age another day.
Regeneration - Any wound, injury or dismemberment heals over time. However decapitation means death.
Magical Warding - Immune to all magic apart from physical manifestations such as fire, ice etc.
Weapon Proficiency - Highly skilled with melee and ranged weaponry.

Appearance

Personality
With almost three centuries of existence behind him there isn't much that Sully has not seen and that can make him stubborn at times. This is a flaw that he is constantly trying to overcome, making more effort to listen to those younger than himself so that he does not constantly alienate himself. Aside from this, he is a considerate and compassionate person and will go out of his way to help those around him. In addition he has a steely determination and deep focus on whatever task he is doing, making sure that it is completed.

Backstory
Born in London to poor parents, Aramis Sully had a rough start to life. He was often sick and almost died as a child after contracting cholera, only surviving through sheer luck. Surviving that drove him to seek a better life for his family and so he started to work. It was nothing more than sweeping in the tavern but he found enough coin on the floor after closing to provide enough bread for a week. 

When he was eventually old enough he joined the British army, by this point his father had died and his mother was suffering the after effects. He made sure that his wages were sent home to his mother so that she did not starve. Little did he know that he would not see her ever again. His service took him across the world but unfortunately it was during this time his mother succumbed to her sadness and ended her own life. A letter reached Sully to inform him when he set foot in America.

While fighting in the Anglo-Cherokee war Sully took part in a battle that saw a comprehensive British victory thanks to their superior firepower. What followed was nothing short of a systematic slaughter of innocents and prisoners of war. The man in charge, Arthur Connington ordered the complete annihilation of the local Cherokee settlement and all Native Americans no matter age or gender. Sully watched on as tents burned, women screamed and children were slain. He and several others protested the slaughter but were immediately told that any further complaints would be treated as treason against the crown. This was not enough to deter Sully as he and the others began to physically defend the Native Americans. There was then a bright flash and Sully found himself crashing to the floor, his legs giving way beneath him. Above him stood Arthur Connington, glaring down at him with a smirk across his face, it was the last thing Sully saw before blacking out.

The Londoner awoke in a tent, the dark interior illuminated by a raging fire. A grey haired, masked figure danced around it speaking in an unknown dialect, not English, nor Cherokee. With each word the fire grew more intense, the flames dancing more fiercely with each stamp of the floor. The dancing and words stopped suddenly, the figure turning and pointing at Sully. "You are of pure heart...the God's need you..." An otherworldly roar erupted from the figure, the fire engulfing the entire interior of the tent. Sully could feel the flames licking at his body but there was no pain, no heat, just the feeling of a caring embrace. The feeling slowly subsided as the flames receded, returning the tent to darkness. The figure made it's way to Sully taking a knee next to him, removing his mask to expose a wrinkled face beneath. "They saw what you did...that is why you have been granted this new power..." Sully looked at the man confused. "Now Aramis Sully...your life begins..." Sully felt eyelids become heavy, unable to keep them open.

Almost as soon as his eyes shut, Sully opened them to find himself back at the Cherokee village. The smell of slaughter and decaying flesh taunted his nostrils as his eyes surveyed the slaughter around him. The corpses around him had lay in rest for what must have been several days, becoming food for all types of wildlife. Sully sat up to find a scorched hole in the side of his tunic, a clear sign of a close range musket shot. Blood stained his tunic and the ground beneath him but there was no wound. He didn't know what had happened but he was determined to find out.

From that point Sully searched for an explanation behind how he was still alive. For the next two decades he travelled over land and sea, still not finding reason behind his survival. What he did realise however, was that it was not just his revival that was gifted to him. While travelling such vast distances he was attacked by many bandits and brigands but no matter how many stab wounds or gunshots he suffered, they always healed. He also began to realise that he was not aging, his early thirties face remaining the same even after twenty years of exploration. He knew that he had been given a gift, a gift that he would use to protect the innocent as best he could.

Since this realisation Sully has seen every corner of the world, fought in many wars and battles, all to protect the innocent from Tyranny. When he received his letter from The Sanctuary he accepted it without question. He was offered a position within the Sanctuary Guard which like the invite, he accepted. Since joining the guard he has enjoyed his life, helping to keep the innocents of The Sanctuary safe from harm. He currently resides with an Oni named Hiroki who he has worked with in the guard for the past six years.

Hiroki
An Oni who Sully met while working for the Guard. The two work together and have been long time friends, sharing a house.

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Simeon Floyd

"I really wish you were dead right now, no offense. Dead corpses are very fascinating, and you'd be a perfect specimen."
Gender: Male

Age: 26

Race/Species: Metahuman 

Abilities: 

Necromancy- Can animate dead things or control them, use other's life force to heal himself, or regenerate, but only as a last resort when he can't reach his medkit. Veins turn black and smells like a rotting corpse whenever he uses his powers.
Extensive Medical Knowledge- Due to his years of service as a medic, Floyd is very skilled when it comes to patching others up.

Appearance: Floyd's general appearance is overall unremarkable, he has a darkly tanned complexion from being out in the field for long amounts of time, with a compact build and broad shoulders though he's a tad bit short. He has short black hair that's around an 1" long and usually appears neatly combed. Despite serving in the military, he has a poor constitution. He has deep blue eyes and about a week's growth of facial hair. Wears square glasses. He has a few faint scars on his arms. He has a strange swirl birthmark on his chest. Appears to be in his late twenties/early thirties.
As for clothing, Floyd errs more to a formal clothing style but isn't too consistent, wears comfortable and/or practical clothing otherwise such as sweatpants, jeans, hoodies, or shorts. 

Personality: A morbid character, he has an unwholesome interest in dead corpses. He's not a murderer perse, as he served in the military as a medic and his sworn duty is to patch people up, not kill them. Being a medic does give him the excuse to investigate dead corpses off battlefields and he often likes to use the corpses for ghoulish experiments. Sometimes he'll cut off the fingers and/or ears off bodies and slip them into his medic bag when no one's looking, or take any "souvenirs" of things he can find off the body. Rarely is he shaken by mutilated or gory things, he doesn't even try to hide his childlike glee whenever he finds a corpse. (especially if it's fresh) He appears disinterested in most social situations, though he perks up whenever someone mentions "corpse" or "body" in any context. That person is likely to be peppered with questions from then onwards. 

Backstory: Floyd's first memories were ones filled with death. His mother was killed in a car accident when he was only three, and the accident left him in the hospital for several weeks. His dad never was the same after that, not that Floyd could remember the passionate, direct, and carefree person his father used to be. Not in any way negligent, his father was stern and protective, attempting to shelter Floyd in any way he could. 
The fascination began with a sharpened stick and a trail of ants. Floyd squatted on the sidewalk, a boy of six, with a stick he had found nearby. His gaze followed the trail of ants intently, before jabbing his stick into the black mass. Bits of smashed exoskeleton were seemingly all that remained, but if he stared at the smudge long enough, it began to reassemble and become a whole ant again, rejoining the others in an ant parade. Young Floyd was completely and utterly amazed by the scene that had just unfolded.
He had a natural dislike for the act of killing, but a complete fixation on corpses. Whereas others might steer away from roadkill, Floyd wanders over and picks it up, examines it, and stuffs it into his bag. This became a problem as he got older, his father barging into his room uninvited wondering what on Earth that awful smell was only to find Floyd dissecting the body of a cat instead of doing his homework. Floyd's father was worried about the pestiliance the dead corpses would bring and, against Floyd's pleads, thoroughly searched Floyd's room and tossed out any and all the dead animal corpses he could find in there. He beseeched Floyd to drop his interest in conducting these "experiments". 
Gradually, Floyd's interests in corpses shifted towards something a little more extreme. He really wanted a human corpse. He needed a human corpse. The problem was with obtaining a human corpse. He knew he could always try the graveyard, but he didn't like to think about the labor involved in trying to dig up a body. He also knew that his new job as a college professor demanded more attention at that moment than did devising a plot to obtain fresh human corpses did, so he put it aside. That is, until he joined the army.
Now out of the army, Floyd struggled with making end's meet and resuming the life he used to lead. He had very little money and what money that was lying around he used to conduct his bizare experiments of reanimating the dead on. He hadn't eaten in days and was on the verge of losing his house when a funny letter found it's self into his mailbox. "The Sanctuary" intrigued him and he didn't see any harm in going. He absentmindedly wondered if he could get even more corpses there too.

Other: Goes by his last name and rarely gives out his first at all.

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My two characters are those who greet the newcomers to the sanctuary and help them get settled in and such ^^ 

Name: Wind
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown exactly, but she appears to be in her 20’s.
Race/Species: Air Nymph/Aurai 
Abilities: 
	Speed – She is able to run very quickly (like the wind, haha) for long amounts of time without tiring easily. 
	Semi Immortality – She cannot die naturally or age, but can be killed. 
	Air Mimicry and Aerokinetic Invisibility – She can transform her physical body into air, making her effectively invisible. But she cannot move of her own will like this, she is pulled along with the wind until she regains her humanoid form. 
Appearance: She appears tall and athletic looking, with a bit of muscle. Her skin is white, and her hair is a platinum blonde color, and is long and flowy, the only part of it that is styled is in a small braid wrapped around the top of her head. The rest of her hair is constantly flowing as if in a soft breeze, regardless of the wind conditions around her. If she is upset, her hair whips around violently as if she is in a storm. Her eyes are large, and a blue/grey color. They have a bit of that ‘puppy dog’ look to them, and always give her a bit of a concerned appearance. Her entire body is a bit transparent, and you are able to make out the things behind her through her skin or hair, her form getting even fainter near her extremities (hands, feet, and the ends of her hair to be precise). Her clothing however appears normal. She dresses pretty casually, wearing a light blue tank top that gets gradually lighter going towards the top, with a white cloud design around the bottom.  She also wears a pair of white jean shorts, and typically goes barefoot or wears simple sandals. On her upper left arm, she wears a silver bracelet with a swirly design. 
Personality: Wind has a very calm and sweet disposition. She is a bit of a shy girl, and easily startled. When she talks to people, she usually can’t look them in the eye. She likes greeting people and working for the Sanctuary, and hopes it will help her become more confident and less shy. 
Backstory: Before finding the sanctuary, she wandered about, following the breeze. She didn’t do much really on her own or speak to people, which is why she’s so shy. She isn’t used to interacting with people and feels awkward talking to humans. But, once she found the sanctuary, she decided she wanted to help the cause. She took on the role of greeting people as they arrive, trying to become more confident with the encouragement of Rose, who is her best friend. 
Other:


Name: Rose
Gender: Female
Age: Again unknown, looks only slightly older than Wind. 
Race/Species: Flower/Rose Nymph / Anthousai 
Abilities: 
	Semi Immortality – She cannot die naturally or age, but can be killed. 
	Soul Containment (for lack of a better term.) – Her soul is contained within a certain rose bush. If the bush is damaged she’ll feel the effects no matter how far she is away from it. 
	Plant Mimicry/Transformation – Along the lines of her soul being contained in the rose bush, she can give up her humanoid form to become one with the plant. She cannot move or talk in this state. 
	Florakinesis – She has the ability to manipulate flowers, making them grow, even past normal size. This is of course most powerful with roses, but she can do it to all flowers to some extent. An involuntary side effect is occasionally roses and other flowers will grow wherever she steps, particularly when she’s in a good mood. They disappear within a few moments of her walking away usually. 
Appearance: Rose is on the short side, and a little chubby and generally curvy. She has soft pink skin, and “tattoos” of rose bushes going up her arms. Her eyes are a deep green color and she wears a good amount of dark red and pink eye makeup. She has short hair in a cute bob, that is colored dark pink, nearly red color. In her hair is roses that grow from her scalp and reflect her mood. If she is happy or in a good mood, there are a lot more of them and all of them are in full bloom. When she is upset or asleep there are fewer flowers and they are just buds. If she is hurt the flowers will start to shrivel up and die. She always smells like roses as well. As far as clothing goes, she wears a white strapless, short dress that has pink and red tulle at the bottom, as well as a rose print on the fabric. She wears brown ballet flats with straps that resemble roots or vines that go up to just below her knee. 
Personality: Rose is a very friendly and outgoing lady, who loves to talk with people. She tends to be a bit of a gossip and loves to know about everything going on with everyone around her. Around friends, she can be very sassy, but tries not to act that way with strangers as that would give off a bad impression. She tends to be a bit of a hopeless romantic, and doesn’t tend to express her feelings of love well. She develops crushes easily but usually has feelings for one person for a long period of time. Currently she has a little bit of a crush on Wind. 
Backstory: Rose was ‘born’ as a rose bush grew in the area outside what would become The Sanctuary. She was there when it was first being built, and dedicated herself to the cause. Over the time she has worked there, she has taken on many jobs, but really enjoyed greeting people the most. She met Wind when she came to the Sanctuary, and they became friends quickly due to them both being nymphs. They spend most of their time together waiting for newcomers to arrive. 
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