Name: Talya Jade Burnley. Nicknames include: Tal, Kitten, Peaches, Jay, Misfit Queen, Etc.
Gender: Female.
Age: Twenty-One.
Alignment: Dark Shadow.
Rank within Organisation: Member.

Birthmark Shape: You guys should kinow to click these by now.
Location of Birthmark: The back of her neck.
Magical Abilities:"I freeze stuff, meh dudes."

Place of Birth: Lake Lure, North Carolina.
Currently Residing: New York, New York.
Personality: When looking at Talya, you get a feeling of innocence. Her body looks delicate, her eyes piercing. However, Talya has layers. The first layer is sweet, and inviting. This layer bakes cookies. The second layer is hot headed, devious, rebellious, and calculated. If the young woman is ever so angry she is quiet, Olympus rest your soul. The third and final layer is when the demon comes out to play. Talya likes alcohol and sharp objects. When those two are combined, you're in for a wild ride. The third layer likes to play with people. Their emotions, mental stability... it likes to break them - slowly, over time. Talya likes to know things, and will stop at nothing to get the information that she wants. If that means tying someone down in a chair, soaking them with water, and shocking them with a car battery, so be it.
History/Bio: Talya was born on a farm in a small town in North Carolina. Her father was a mundane, her mother a magi that died while giving birth to the girl. Scared of anyone finding out who and what his daughter was - the only people besides her father that knew she existed was the neighbor and her aunt, whom lived states away in New York. Talya was never allowed off her families farm growing up. Her friends were the animals. When she wasn't doing chores, she was inside baking, watching the news, or drawing.

One day, her father didn't return home. Talya kept her daily routine for three days before her neighbor came to notify her that her father had died in a car crash. The police tracked down her Aunt, and at the age of fifteen, Talya was sent to live with her in NY. The adjustment was harsh. She wasn't used to the loud noises, but over time, she became accustomed to them. Her aunt being a fellow Magi, she taught Talya how to keep her powers under control. At the age of 18, Talya was approached by Al and recruited into the Dark Shadow.

Name: Benjamin Olin
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Alignment: Guild
Rank within Organisation: Captain

Birthmark Shape: Link
Location of Birthmark: On the nape.
Magical Abilities: Dust Form - Benjamin has the ability to transform himself, his clothing and, if he wishes, whatever he is touching into particles of grey-brown dust. In this form he can travel at fast speeds through the air and is less vulnerable to physical attacks.

Place of Birth: Santiago, Chile.
Currently Residing: New York, New York.
Personality: Benjamin is accustomed to working alone - Not everyone in the Guild is accepting of his ruthlessness which at times borders on excessive, nor does everyone view his work as righteous. Ergo he tends to be seen as a cruel individual who acts mercilessly to uphold Guild law although nobody can call his conviction into question, and how he is able to keep up with his tasks as a leader yet be away so often is a mystery to many. The only person he truly cares about is his sister, although they aren't on speaking term he would likely kill for her.

History/Bio: Born and raised in Chile till he was eleven. Once Benjamin's powers began to emerge he was taught the magic of his family though his single mother alongside his year-younger sister Emilia. Most importantly they were taught about the Guild and how the organisation protected people like their family, the duo were awestruck over the idea of such a powerful group and what it stood for. Thanks to the earning of their mother the duo were brought up in a relatively safe environment, not having to turn to criminals or the underworld to protect themselves the family grew up relatively innocent for the first ten years. Then the mother's employees commanded her over to work indefinitely overseas in the US. The family moved and grew accustomed to their new home and life - The children learned English and Benjamin's mother continued to train them in magic throughout the years as she juggled her personal life and the increasing strain of her work.

Benjamin was sixteen when his mother died. A botched burglary and a woman in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't a targeted attack by a rogue magi, his mother died like any other mortal, though Benjamin didn't care about that fact. He couldn't believe that the Guild hadn't protected his mother. Logic be damned. To him it didn't matter if they couldn't, if they couldn't protect her then they weren't doing their damn job. They weren't following their own rules and laws. That was the only possibility in Ben's eyes and he was going to make sure that from now on they would. He'd make sure of it even if he had to deliver judgement himself. Ben and his sister were recruited and moved into the Guild headquarters.

While Emilia dealt with her loss with friendships Benjamin used his pain as a foci, he studied books from cover to end - memorising any and all laws that he could. Although the attack on the Guild by the Dark Shadow occurred a few years ago there was still an amount of somber and stress, as such Ben struggled to find a proper teacher. That was no matter to him, if he couldn't find anyone to train him then he would do what he could. For the first year within the guild he conditioned himself, training his body's strength and endurance in an attempt to compensate for his lack of martial training. The year after he finally received a teacher and began to train in the art of fighting.

By eighteen he became a member of the Guild and as such was sent on missions from higher-ups. At this point his ruthlessness was revealed, few missions ended in failure although Ben's limited extent of training meant that during the first few months he often returned bleeding or injured in some other way which caused some to speculate if he was ready for his position. If it wasn't for his animalistic endurance that they saw then perhaps they would have pulled him off of missions.
The higher-ups never truly punished Ben for his sprees of violence. Even if Ben never left hotels smeared with blood or alleyways littered with corpses He often returned with one or two broken bodies - the corpses of those who refused to surrender to Ben and his one chance policy. Ben's notoriety spread, his own sister began to avoid him and although torn he knew he couldn't stop, nobody else was willing to uphold the laws.
As the months went by Ben became much more efficient, returning with severe injuries less frequently than when he started. After two more years - at twenty - he must have impressed someone pretty high on the ladder with his effectiveness. He was promoted to Captain although he took this as an opportunity to choose his own hits, or "hunts" as he calls them. Even if he now has responsibilities he refuses to leave the field, much like how he refuses teammates to work alongside in his own missions, even though fieldwork can keep Ben away from the Guild office for weeks if not months. In all this time Ben still prefers missions involving the apprehension of magi or criminals, if he can stop them then he could be protecting others from such people. It's okay though. He only kills criminals, they're bound to break the law at some point....

Name: Joseph Freiheit
Gender Male
Age: 20
Alignment: Dark Shadow
Rank within Organisation: Recruit

Birthmark Shape: A pair of wings, connected together by an intricate spell circle.

Location of Birthmark: from the small of his back, up to his shoulder blades.
Magical Abilities: Light Magic - Using the power of light Joe is able to use it to project beams of concentrated light energy to harm his foes, create barriers to shield his allies, and is even able to heal their wounds... and... well... less impressively use it to light up a room. So he's also a candle, congratulations!

Place of Birth: Ogunquit, Maine
Currently Residing: New York City, New York
Personality: Shy and timid, he doesn't open up to others easily due to always having to keep himself at a safe distance from others, lest they find out about his birthmark or his powers. Though, to those who are able to break through his walls and befriend him, he will be fiercely loyal to them. He offers others kindness as much as he can, and is willing to put himself on the line to help others. He also possesses a powerful sense of justice, once he sees something wrong, he can't help but get worked up over it.
History/Bio: Joe has had... a rather unfortunate upbringing. His parents were killed in a house fire when he was only eight years old after the townsfolk had figured out his secret. It had been an innocent, and deadly mistake on his part. He had gone swimming with other kids his age, and of course, a tattoo, especially one so intricate, on an eight year child is quite a strange sight to behold. The word of his strange "tattoo" was spread around town quickly, almost like wildfire, the townspeople, highly superstitious, believed it to be a mark from the devil. With that in mind, in the dead of night, the townspeople blocked off the doors and windows on the first floor of the house and set it ablaze.

While his parents died in the fire, Joe had miraculously survived the fire. He was found the next morning by a couple of backpackers in the Baxter Woods near Portland, forty miles away from where the fire had happened with little to no explanation. However, for the life of him, he cannot recall the night of the fire, nor how he possibly ended up in the woods, it may always remain a mystery to him. Though, fearing what would happen if they were to transport him back there, he lied about not knowing who his parents were or even where he was from. From then on he was passed from foster home to foster home, living in constant fear that those around him may one day find out what he truly was and receive the same... "warm" welcome as the townspeople in his hometown gave him and his parents.

His only saving grace was that his parents had taught him how to properly suppress his powers before their passing. To the world around him, he was a regular human, no special powers, no outbursts, nothing. Those powers went suppressed and unused for years, the orphan never having any time to himself to try out his magic, let alone even have the nerve to try it out.

He wanted nothing more than to make something of himself, to leave the constantly changing foster homes that never seemed to relinquish their grasp on him. He excelled in school, studying as hard as he could to ensure that he received top marks in all of his classes. It all eventually culminated in landing a full ride scholarship to the University of Maine. He still had to deal with roommates, but it did allow him far more freedom than he had when he was in the foster home.

It was going fine for him for a while, still maintaining his academic excellence, and even getting involved in extracurricular activities, such as fencing and archery. Though one day, in the dead of winter while walking back to his dorms, he came across a rather... disturbing sight. A woman being beaten to death by what he soon discovered to be Guild members. In his rage of seeing the cruel mistreatment of that woman, his powers reawakened, and he took it out on the unassuming Guild members, leaving them badly injured but alive, he took off with the woman. What he did not realize at the time was that the woman was actually a captain of the Dark Shadows.

He soon received an invitation to join them. He thought... why shouldn't he? Because of the Guild's statutes on secrecy, his parents ultimately wound up dead, had magi been more well known and accepted, maybe that tragedy would never have taken place. He's known about countless incidents wherein if a magi had been allowed to assist then lives could have been saved. How many magi who were brave enough to do what they felt was right were punished by the Guild? How long can an organization which relies upon heredity, essentially a monarchy, go uncorrupted by such power? Who is to say that they aren't corrupt now, only continuing this charade of secrecy in order to maintain their power over all magi? They are ultimately judge, jury, and executioner appointed by nothing but whatever blood runs through their veins.

With that in mind, he gladly accepted, finished up his last semester, and transferred to a university in New York ready to begin his proper training with the Dark Shadow. After all, while he may have magic, it's useless if he cannot properly wield it. After that little reawakening of his, he hasn't been able to muster up anything close to the power he used on that day. He is still quite used to suppressing it, rather than using it. He can make lots of pretty lights though, I guess.

Name: Cleo Alexandra James. Nicknames include Leo, CJ, and Alex.
Gender: Female.
Age: Thirty-seven.
Alignment: Dark Shadow.
Rank within Organisation: Member.

Birthmark Shape: Click
Location of Birthmark: Dead smack between her shoulder blades.
Magical Abilities: She controls the Wind. And enjoys making Aoysius feel inferior

Place of Birth: San Fransisco, California.
Currently Residing: Dark Shadow HQ.
Personality:-Active
-Rutheless
-Deciteful
-Determined
-Sassy/Witty
-Loyal
-Independent
-Charismatic
-Confident
-Impaitent
-Stubborn
-Curious
-Realistic
-Brutally Honest When Asked A Question.
-Motherly Demenor
-Secretive
History/Bio: Nothing much is known of Cleo's history, and she will always avoid the subject when asked. Somewhere along the line, she met Emily, and joined the DS with her.

I messed up, abort. Abort