I just have background and secret left so I should have it up soon. It’s like 3 AM though so going to get some sleep. Can’t wait to see more profiles later!
[OOC] ✡ Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts ✡ Page 2
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Akayaofthemoon
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This looks great and I'd love to join! Would anyone be interested in having their char take a fresh turned vamp under their wing?
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I was considering making a vamp, that seems like a cool idea.
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Here ya go! It took me mighty long but I think she turned out great, hopefully! @Lionhearted{ "Sweet is the new evil" }
You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt
I just found me a brand new box of matches
And what he knows you ain't had time to learn
These boots are made for walking,
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
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| {Full Name} |Evren Lizeth Arthur
| {Nickname} |Evie, sometimes or Liz but both of these nicknames are very rarely used and if they are it's only for very close friends.
| {Date of Birth} |06/14.
| {Age} |28
| {Gender} |Female
| {Sexuality} |Heterosexual
| {Relationship Status} |Single...even though her victims may think otherwise
| {Role} |Head Hunter
| {Occupation} |No, hunting keeps her occupied most of the time
| {Face Claim} |Holland Roden
| {Dialogue Color} |Salmon_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________"Can you resist me now?"
| {Appearance} |Evren has strawberry blonde hair that she keeps in loose waves and dark hazel eyes. She has a tattoo on her abdomen and healing bruises all throughout her body from training. As for her style and dress Evren has a very laid back style for everyday wear, sometimes only a cardigan over fitting, dark jeans and a nice blouse along with an intricate hairstyle usually consisting of some kind of hard to make braid. Depending on her mood...and her intentions, her makeup varies but her lipstick is always bright and allows her to stand out as needed and her ever present mascara allows her long lashes to be used in all of her seducing purposes. For hunting she dons a black leather jacket and leggings as well as her favorite pair of scuffed up combat boots
| {Habits & Quirks} |♘ She has a tendency to forget about her injuries which lead to a lot of "oh fuck"s in the shower and as she re injures herself on her wounds.
♘ Even though it may seem like her work life is plenty organised, her personal life...and her room tend to be in a disorganised array
♘ Her nails are almost always in a state, whether it's because she's bitten them or she's cracked them no amount of mani pedis can make them look not as ruined as they are.
| {Hobbies} |♘ Bartending...she makes a mean martini
♘ Martial Arts, of course
♘ Cooking and baking, like everyone she does like the smell of freshly baked cookies
| {Likes} |♘ Challenges
♘ People who stand up to her
♘ Cherry cobbler and oatmeal raisin cookies
♘ History
♘ The aura of mystery
♘ Her beloved combat boots
♘ The truth/honesty
| {Dislikes} |♘ Weakness
♘ Drunkenness
♘ Fucking pigeons...not that, get your mind out of the gutter
♘ Temporary solutions
♘ Marinara sauce
♘ Lateness
♘ Pity
♘ WEREWOLVES
| {Fears} |♘ Getting killed, of course, she has still so much life to live!
♘ Having someone she loves or respects die
♘ Having a weak spot or a weakness that someone can exploit.
| {Secrets} |She has a slight fear of vampires, or maybe specifically only one. Her dad had been turned into a vampire when she was a teenager and ever since then she doesn't ever want to come across him and have to make a hard decision. To kill him would be immoral but to let him live was contradictory to her cause_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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| {Abilities} |SKILLS:
♘ Dagger Hands ♘ Any kind of fighting whatsoever, she does well with hand to hand combat and knife fights though
♘ Game Plan ♘ Planning ahead for a hunt. She's organised, smart and cunning and this all comes into play as she plans for a hunt
♘ Seductress ♘ She's beautiful and quite seductive at times, making it easier for her to lure in certain victims for the kill
♘ Bittersweet Candy ♘ She can act sweet when she wants, immediately luring in those to her trap. She's unassuming and people think she may be easy to deal with or exploit but Evren is quick to turn and show them really how much she can do.
HEIRLOOM:
A silver chain (unlike the picture) necklace with a small opal was given to her by her mother. It keeps her safe from most supernatural bites whether that'll be a vampire bite or a werewolf one, however, if the bites are very severe and she loses a lot of blood then the effects will be known and the necklace is not able to help as much. It's just an extra protection from harm but it still has it's weaknesses.
| {Limitations} |She's fairly young to be a leader and so may not have as much experience as needed. She gets looked down upon a lot and finds herself quite angry at times. In addition, with her father being a vampire she'd not exactly able to use her skills to the best of her ability against the vampires themselves. What if they were helping her dad? This moral problem keeps her awake at night and is only one of the few weaknesses she had. Finally, she's reckless and can be quite neurotic at times which makes her a liability, her careful plans sometimes discarded when she's in action and gets angry or is provoked. Oh and in addition to all of that she fucking hates werewolves because of her mothers death. She’s vengeful and will always hunt down the werewolves first.
| {Personality} |Smart ♘ Reckless ♘ Charming ♘ Slightly Neurotic ♘ Strong ♘ Vengeful ♘Evren is endlessly smart and cunning, laying out plans for various hunts in every single which way and earning some respect as she does so. She thinks things out ahead and makes sure that she can follow through by training and doing more planning. In her mind, to plan is to win. In addition, Evren is also very charming and seducing. She's a great actress and assumes a very sweet role sometimes to lure people into the trap she creates. People tend to gravitate to her and she's grateful for this as she can get half of all her important information from these weak spots. Plus Evren is strong, strong willed and strong minded she aims for the stars and does everything in her power to get there, her mind and body almost impenetrable to any obstacles that come her way.
However, Evren is also reckless as comes with her line of work. Even though she plans things out for the best possible solution she also finds herself not caring as much when she's in action or she is provoked by others, or by her own feelings. She doesn't care for the end game when she's like that, only caring for what she needs in that moment. She is also slightly neurotic so that explains the reckless consequences that come with provoking her. She's not exactly stable. Add all that to her vengeful and revenge oriented goal, really the only reason she’s been as successful as she is and she’s a force to be reckoned with.
| {Place of Origin} |Salem, Massachusetts
| {Background} |Evren grew up in a happy family and as the only child of two loving parents who expected a lot. Most of her hunter abilities come from her dad but both of her parents had also been hunters in their youth before they stopped to have her and live a normal life, away from the dangers of hunting and possibly leaving their daughter to be raised alone as they died. Evren grew up loving the chase but not understanding the reason as to why she had to kill. There was simply not enough against her. Sure, her family loved it to but both her parents were just taught that it was their duty to do so because their own parents had to do it too. Evren never really understood, until she did.
One day when she was 17, she had been walking back home from school. It was a full moon above her and she remembered remarking how beautiful it was. Beautiful until she heard the sounds of howling. Her heart had beaten fast and she'd ran...ran as fast as she could into the nearest building. When she'd gotten home again she'd seen ambulances around her house and her heart had sank. Something bad had happened. When she walked into the house she'd seen the blood and as she followed the ambulance workers upstairs, she knew in that moment that her life was truly going to end. Evren had decided to seperate from the other workers a bit, moving down to the basement to see for herself, to seek revenge if she could find any but instead she saw her dad, a deep bite mark down his neck and his head snapped at a weird angle. Suddenly he looked at her and she knew, in that moment, that he was no longer human. Luckily enough he'd rushed up the stairs behind her and was out in a flash. It was the last time she saw him. As for her mom, she'd been killed by the werewolves who'd been chasing the vampire that had bitten her dad. It was a night of loss. And the night that Evren finally knew why she had to do what she was going to do.
Evren was sent to her uncle for the remainder of her life and he'd taught her, continuing more of her hunting training. She'd worked as hard as she could. She trained every minute of every day and often went to sleep at 3am because she was juggling both her school life and her hunting. As she graduated, she decided to go to university in Transylvania, majoring in folklore but only as a ruse to get more info and knowledge on the things she desired, in addition to trying to find her father. She hunted in her spare time there and made many connections in that state as she rose in popularity. She eventually graduated Summa Cum Laude and moved back to Salem to do her duty as a hunter here after concluding that her father was nowhere to be found and that Salem needed her in order to return supernatural free. There were more supernatural creatures to hunt, afterall. Over the years, she'd earned respect as someone who had been designed to do her duty and who had followed through it with speed and fierceness. Evren has never had a target that she has not killed and hopes it'll remain that way. Her connections with other hunters in different states had also helped her cause and she was promoted to head of the hunters at the fairly young age of 28
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I very much enjoy this character. I love her appeal, her look, and her personality. I really enjoy the idea of her being promoted to head of the hunters, primarily for her incredible skill with tactics, organization, and strategy when it comes to a hunt. It makes sense that she's not totally collected when on the hunt, but that isn't what she's favored for; her promotion is based off her leadership and not her battle prowess, though that shouldn't be underestimated either.
One question I do have is her heirloom. When you say that she has resistances to bites, do you mean like the actual injury/bite itself, or the aftermath of such? A vampires bite can weaken, more or less from just the blood loss. But in a lot of pop fiction, a vampire bite can feel euphoric. Some say it's from a venom, some say it's from the vampires charm. I'm going to edit the vampire tab to include the effects of their bite. The venom will have an endorphin-like effect that makes it so that their victim is less likely to struggle against them, allowing them to feed as necessary. The venom will also release traces if their DNA -- almost like a virus. This will begin the process of turning a human into a vampire. I'll reiterate the process in the vampire tab of the OOC.
With that said, there's a small thing in Evren's backstory. So her father is assumed to be turned into a vampire, but all that Evren sees is that he's bit by the vampire. Given that there's a process to becoming a vampire that almost requires the consent of the human(although the venom gives them a certain lust that'll overpower the unwillingness if there is any), Evren's father would have had to undergo the turning process which could not have happened within a quick instance. Except, maybe there's something that Evren doesn't know, and perhaps her father had a previous engagement with a vampire in his hunting days that resulted in his coming turn. So this could very well still be possible, but not in that immediate instance. It would have had to take time, but this could be a cool thing within Evren's past that she unfolds throughout the RP.
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@Lionhearted
Thank you! I'm glad you like it :)
Her heirloom would protect her in terms of the healing from the bites itself. Effects from vampire bites may be reduced but that's not the main point of the heirloom. I guess it would work best with werewolf bites. She won't feel as much pain and these bites will be able to heal quicker than normal.
As for vampy dad, I would say that she picked up on some things before he got bitten which leads her to believe that he had been turned into a vampire even though she didn't see it. Maybe a piece of correspondence between him and a vamp was left on his desk, and even though Evren doesn't want to believe that anything bad may have happened to her dad...it very well might've.
Thank you! I'm glad you like it :)
Her heirloom would protect her in terms of the healing from the bites itself. Effects from vampire bites may be reduced but that's not the main point of the heirloom. I guess it would work best with werewolf bites. She won't feel as much pain and these bites will be able to heal quicker than normal.
As for vampy dad, I would say that she picked up on some things before he got bitten which leads her to believe that he had been turned into a vampire even though she didn't see it. Maybe a piece of correspondence between him and a vamp was left on his desk, and even though Evren doesn't want to believe that anything bad may have happened to her dad...it very well might've.
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| {Full Name} |
Juniper Rosen
| {Nickname} |
She doesn’t have a nickname but is open to receiving one.
| {Date of Birth} |
October 31st
| {Age} |
23
| {Gender} |
Female
| {Sexuality} |
Bisexual
| {Relationship Status} |
Single
| {Role} |
Werewolf
| {Occupation} |
Detective/Private Investigator
| {Face Claim} |
Sarah McDaniel
| {Dialogue Color} |
Silver, [C0C0C0]
| {Appearance} |
Juniper has an hourglass figure and stands at five foot eleven, her height coming mostly from her naturally long lean-muscled legs. Tendrils of chocolate hair spill down to her chest in cascading waves to frame her sun kissed face. Sure, she knows how to style it but she usually only does so for special occasions or if she is frustrated since she doesn’t need to keep racking her fingers through it. The most striking of her features is the heterochromia eyes, one a whiskey brown and the other an ice blue. She often keeps this strange anomaly hidden in her human form by putting in a brown contact in, unless in privacy or in the company of those she trusts since she doesn’t want to attract attention to herself. She has no tattoos since she can never seem to decide on one but she does re-pierce her own ears in different places often, rapid healing is a real downfall sometimes which is also the reason she doesn’t have scars. Juniper's daily wear is usually is whatever is the most comfortable in her opinion or what she wouldn’t care to be ruined if she has to transform in a hurry. It is mostly faded jeans, sweaters, and T-shirts but she knows how to dress up and dazzle when the situation calls for such.
In a striking contrast to her human form, Juniper actually does not have brown or dark colored fur when she is transformed. Instead, she becomes an over sized wolf with pure ivory fur and those same heterochromia eyes which is another reason for the contact cover up in human form. She is fairly slender in the form which is a bonus for agility and dodging but not so much if she is trying to make an impact attack unless she adds teeth into the mix.
In a striking contrast to her human form, Juniper actually does not have brown or dark colored fur when she is transformed. Instead, she becomes an over sized wolf with pure ivory fur and those same heterochromia eyes which is another reason for the contact cover up in human form. She is fairly slender in the form which is a bonus for agility and dodging but not so much if she is trying to make an impact attack unless she adds teeth into the mix.
| {Habits & Quirks} |
✧ When nervous or in deep thought she tends to bite her bottom lip or play with the tips of her hair
✧ She hums and sings when she is in a particularly good mood though the singing part is more if she is not in public
✧ Tends to take morning runs, sometimes she will stop at a bakery or coffee shop if she doesn’t feel like cooking
✧ If the day has been rough or stressful then the bar becomes her next best friend
✧ Doodles on napkins, she likes sketching and for some reason the white of a napkin is just too tempting not to doodle on
✧ She picks up on the hints and subtle clues about strangers she sees and makes up stories about how their lives are or who they might be.
✧ She hums and sings when she is in a particularly good mood though the singing part is more if she is not in public
✧ Tends to take morning runs, sometimes she will stop at a bakery or coffee shop if she doesn’t feel like cooking
✧ If the day has been rough or stressful then the bar becomes her next best friend
✧ Doodles on napkins, she likes sketching and for some reason the white of a napkin is just too tempting not to doodle on
✧ She picks up on the hints and subtle clues about strangers she sees and makes up stories about how their lives are or who they might be.
| {Hobbies} |
✧ Painting/ Drawing, if she hadn’t become a detective then she probably would have been an artist. She loves the creativity and freedom of expression when working on a piece. Art has a way of showing ones true self or expressing emotion that can’t be conveyed through speech. It is also fun to get a little messy and have a good time doing it.
✧ Cooking/Baking, there is something soothing about the simple task and who doesn’t love food? It has a way of bringing people together and to bring back fond memories. It is also a chance to experiment when you feel like it or impress if the occasion calls for it, plus when you live alone it kind of becomes necessary so why not enjoy it.
✧ Camping, she has spent many a time in the outdoors and finds it completely peaceful. A lot of people complain about dirt and sleeping on the hard ground but that is all part of the charm for her. She loves sitting around a fire to warm up and chatting about anything that comes to mind. To look up at the stars and see all of them glowing which would never be a possibility in a city. It makes you have to find more interesting ways to be entertained instead of just looking at a screen from who knows what electronic.
✧ Reading, she has always been fond of fantasy, mystery and romance books. She will always have a few practical books such as cooking, art, and other such items but most of her bookshelves are filled with her favorite genres. It is not often that she won’t be found with at least one book in her bag or reading at a table with a nice cup of coffee.
✧ Video Games/Games, she is fond of most types of games from chess all the way to video games as long as it proves to be a challenge. Puzzles and strategy games are what she is most fond of but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t be found playing shooting or fighting games. It is just a nice way to unwind or pass the time for her.
✧ Cooking/Baking, there is something soothing about the simple task and who doesn’t love food? It has a way of bringing people together and to bring back fond memories. It is also a chance to experiment when you feel like it or impress if the occasion calls for it, plus when you live alone it kind of becomes necessary so why not enjoy it.
✧ Camping, she has spent many a time in the outdoors and finds it completely peaceful. A lot of people complain about dirt and sleeping on the hard ground but that is all part of the charm for her. She loves sitting around a fire to warm up and chatting about anything that comes to mind. To look up at the stars and see all of them glowing which would never be a possibility in a city. It makes you have to find more interesting ways to be entertained instead of just looking at a screen from who knows what electronic.
✧ Reading, she has always been fond of fantasy, mystery and romance books. She will always have a few practical books such as cooking, art, and other such items but most of her bookshelves are filled with her favorite genres. It is not often that she won’t be found with at least one book in her bag or reading at a table with a nice cup of coffee.
✧ Video Games/Games, she is fond of most types of games from chess all the way to video games as long as it proves to be a challenge. Puzzles and strategy games are what she is most fond of but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t be found playing shooting or fighting games. It is just a nice way to unwind or pass the time for her.
| {Likes} |
✧ Rainy Days
✧ Pleasant Scents
✧ Tai Chi
✧ Painting
✧ Singing
✧ Dancing
✧ Sweets
✧ Challenges
✧ Helping Others
✧ Music
✧ Nature
✧ Meat
✧ Pleasant Scents
✧ Tai Chi
✧ Painting
✧ Singing
✧ Dancing
✧ Sweets
✧ Challenges
✧ Helping Others
✧ Music
✧ Nature
✧ Meat
| {Dislikes} |
✧ Rudeness
✧ Spiders
✧ Needles
✧ Loud Noises
✧ Full Moon
✧ Lies
✧ Uncleanliness
✧ Vegetables
✧ Foul Scents
✧ Lightening
✧ Spiders
✧ Needles
✧ Loud Noises
✧ Full Moon
✧ Lies
✧ Uncleanliness
✧ Vegetables
✧ Foul Scents
✧ Lightening
| {Fears} |
✧ The necklace provided by the witches failing her on a full moon night
✧ Being hunted without rhyme or reason
✧ Spiders, convinced they are pure evil
✧ Rapid healing or regeneration failing her
✧ Needles. Enough said.
✧ Death of those she cares for
✧ Being hunted without rhyme or reason
✧ Spiders, convinced they are pure evil
✧ Rapid healing or regeneration failing her
✧ Needles. Enough said.
✧ Death of those she cares for
| {Secrets} |
✧ That she murdered her family. It may have been when she was not of sound mind but she still feels like it was all her fault.
✧ That she has different colored eyes
✧ That she has different colored eyes
| {Abilities} |
✧ Lycanthrope Boost || As more of the werewolf kind, she has supernatural strength, stamina, agility, and rapid healing to the point of regenerating lost limbs. When highly emotional or, put simply, completely pissed off, she is able to ignore pain up to but not including fatal wounds from their main weaknesses
✧ Magic Resistant || Slightly resistant to magic. It still effects her but just not to it’s full potential
✧ Bite || Her teeth are extremely sharp and a bite would cause hallucinations for the victim
✧ Neural Connectivity || If she spends enough years around other werewolves a sort of neural connectivity forms that allows her to speak with them up to several miles.
✧ Tai Chi Chuan || While most think of this for medical benefits such as stress relief and doing something akin to yoga, it is also a slowed down graceful form of actual combat. Speed up the existing motions learned and they have a very real application for each move. Tai Chi Chuan's emphasis on the technique of yielding and attacking at the same time means there should be defensive and offensive intention in each movement so that the counterstrike will be quicker and will seize the opponent's weak area before they can recover. This combination involves every part of the body; thus she trained her whole body to be sensitive, nimble and flexible. This is different from most martial arts styles where offensive and defensive techniques occur separately.
✧ Gymnastics || Juniper uses this to flip away from enemies and to be able to jump over objects with more ease. It has helped train her upper body to be able to hold her body weight if she would need to be more stealthy. She can't know for sure but in her opinion, she has displayed more physical agility and coordination with the help of gymnastics.
✧ Dagger Throwing || She can't do anything crazy like hitting a fly square on but she still has a pretty amazing aim. She could probably chuck a dagger at you and pin you to the wall without actually hitting you. It gets a little harder with a moving target so she is not 100% accurate and can, of course, miss what she is trying to hit. If the person is hidden behind an object then there is nothing a dagger would do but out in the open, maybe she could hit their hand and make them drop a weapon or focus on the pain and attack.
✧ Magic Resistant || Slightly resistant to magic. It still effects her but just not to it’s full potential
✧ Bite || Her teeth are extremely sharp and a bite would cause hallucinations for the victim
✧ Neural Connectivity || If she spends enough years around other werewolves a sort of neural connectivity forms that allows her to speak with them up to several miles.
✧ Tai Chi Chuan || While most think of this for medical benefits such as stress relief and doing something akin to yoga, it is also a slowed down graceful form of actual combat. Speed up the existing motions learned and they have a very real application for each move. Tai Chi Chuan's emphasis on the technique of yielding and attacking at the same time means there should be defensive and offensive intention in each movement so that the counterstrike will be quicker and will seize the opponent's weak area before they can recover. This combination involves every part of the body; thus she trained her whole body to be sensitive, nimble and flexible. This is different from most martial arts styles where offensive and defensive techniques occur separately.
✧ Gymnastics || Juniper uses this to flip away from enemies and to be able to jump over objects with more ease. It has helped train her upper body to be able to hold her body weight if she would need to be more stealthy. She can't know for sure but in her opinion, she has displayed more physical agility and coordination with the help of gymnastics.
✧ Dagger Throwing || She can't do anything crazy like hitting a fly square on but she still has a pretty amazing aim. She could probably chuck a dagger at you and pin you to the wall without actually hitting you. It gets a little harder with a moving target so she is not 100% accurate and can, of course, miss what she is trying to hit. If the person is hidden behind an object then there is nothing a dagger would do but out in the open, maybe she could hit their hand and make them drop a weapon or focus on the pain and attack.
| {Limitations} |
✧ Mortality || Unlike vampires, werewolves are not immortal. Yes, they have rapid healing and are not as vulnerable humans but they will still die eventually. They only gain extra years of life.
✧ Enhanced Senses || While this can be an huge positive, it is also an extreme negative. She is vulnerable to sharp reflections, highly sharp noises, and overwhelming smells can cause problems or throw her off.
✧ Full Moon || On every full moon, every werewolf is forcibly transformed. There is no exception to this rule. It is a painful process. The process makes them feral, rampaging beasts that have an inclination towards tearing apart whatever life they come across. It is only if she is wearing the special necklaces granted to them by witches upon the full moon that allows them to mostly control themselves at a slight cost of their boosts that makes them stronger than normal.
✧ Transformation || A cramped feeling happens if not transformed before at least a week. This means that time has to be made for transformations and planning out where to go, how long to stay transformed and setting up on how to get dressed again without explaining why you are outside naked.
✧ Silver/Wolfs-bane || Can be killed by silver (must be a solid mass embedded in skin, though ingesting it in powdery form can severely damage their insides), ingestion of wolfs-bane, and decapitation. Other injuries may weaken them, but cannot kill them.
✧ Enhanced Senses || While this can be an huge positive, it is also an extreme negative. She is vulnerable to sharp reflections, highly sharp noises, and overwhelming smells can cause problems or throw her off.
✧ Full Moon || On every full moon, every werewolf is forcibly transformed. There is no exception to this rule. It is a painful process. The process makes them feral, rampaging beasts that have an inclination towards tearing apart whatever life they come across. It is only if she is wearing the special necklaces granted to them by witches upon the full moon that allows them to mostly control themselves at a slight cost of their boosts that makes them stronger than normal.
✧ Transformation || A cramped feeling happens if not transformed before at least a week. This means that time has to be made for transformations and planning out where to go, how long to stay transformed and setting up on how to get dressed again without explaining why you are outside naked.
✧ Silver/Wolfs-bane || Can be killed by silver (must be a solid mass embedded in skin, though ingesting it in powdery form can severely damage their insides), ingestion of wolfs-bane, and decapitation. Other injuries may weaken them, but cannot kill them.
| {Personality} |
♦ Protective ♦ Indecisive ♦ Caring ♦ Fiery ♦
She is compassionate and cares about others very deeply, always wanting to help or support them in some fashion. She is extremely loyal and protective of those she trusts and has respect for, willing to go above and beyond if it means they will not have to suffer. She is the kind of person that would give you the shirt off her back if it would make them more comfortable or if it was needed but that isn't to say she is a push over. She will sharply snap at any who tries to betray her or those she cares for and will clearly speak up to those she views as in the wrong against others. It is very hard to get her to the point of being in actual rage but it is ugly when she has to get to that point since she is a bit fiery even stubborn on a normal day. If you want a fight then this is one woman that will surely give it if threatened.
What people find the most frustrating about her is that she has trouble making choices or decisions. It is because there are too many good options that she wants to do it all, not have to narrow down to a single option unless she knows it is the best one. She explores avenues and doesn’t like to jump into the unknown. If an option has to be made, it is sad to say she will probably flip a coin....seriously, this is not a joke. The other thing that most others might not enjoy is while she is helpful and caring, her protective nature can be a bit too much at times. She doesn’t mean to be overbearing but she is a worrier since she has no more family of her own. Her friends and those around her are her family in her eyes. She has a hard time letting people close so when they are, she doesn’t want to let them go or she just wants them safe.
What people find the most frustrating about her is that she has trouble making choices or decisions. It is because there are too many good options that she wants to do it all, not have to narrow down to a single option unless she knows it is the best one. She explores avenues and doesn’t like to jump into the unknown. If an option has to be made, it is sad to say she will probably flip a coin....seriously, this is not a joke. The other thing that most others might not enjoy is while she is helpful and caring, her protective nature can be a bit too much at times. She doesn’t mean to be overbearing but she is a worrier since she has no more family of her own. Her friends and those around her are her family in her eyes. She has a hard time letting people close so when they are, she doesn’t want to let them go or she just wants them safe.
| {Place of Origin} |
Tahoe, Nevada
| {Background} |
Unlike with most tales, this one starts before the beginning of her life as the actions of others set everything else in motion. Her father lead over an extremely small pack that had been fighting to keep their territory for many years against another pack within the area. The bloodshed was great and the damage to both sides getting worse by the day. The other pack was blessed with more members for sure but lacked the strategic prowess that Kaleb possessed which was the cause for the standstill instead of a hostile takeover. It was only when a new leader was appointed did peace seem possible as the first action of the other packs leader was to set a meeting, come up with a solution for peace. Unfortunately, the only offer to be presented was the hopes of the two alphas becoming a pair and try to merge the two packs which expand both of their territories as well as not to have to fear disbanding or finding a new home for the losing side and while the solution was indeed a smart one, Kaleb had already chosen a mate and rejected the offer. This made the other leader sour, the tensions running high as she snapped at Kaleb and demanded to know why she wasn’t good enough. She figured he was with no female to call his own. No one stood by his side on the battle field or even now at this meeting. Kaleb explained that he had someone, a human woman by the name of Emily who was already heavy with child. The only reason for her not being by his side now or on the battle field. This had been the last straw, an all out bloodshed broke out all around them and causing each side to tear each other apart.
Emily, waited and waited but after awhile....it was clear that something had gone horribly wrong. It was just her now and the last light that Kaleb had left of himself. She was terrified of what to do. The pack had only tolerated her presences because of Kaleb, the fault her own as her past actions against them as a hunter but now that meant if their child was to be a werewolf, they might not have a pack and would have to try to be taught with only outside knowledge, not being shown the way. It always came to mind that Emily herself might not make it through child birth which before had been fine since her baby would have Kaleb but the thought of the baby having no parents was hard to bare. Her heart felt broken and she wanted to give into grief but she sucked it up, pushed her emotions to focus on what was next. There was no point in worrying over what could not be changed and they both knew the risks that came with being a leaders and even parents.
The month of October was coming to an end and their child was ready to grace the world. What was supposed to be a happy day turned into one of sadness though as Emily lost her life shortly after childbirth, only having enough time to hold her little girl and give her the name Juniper before passing on. No family to claim her, she ended up in the system and was adopted by Richard and Sarah Rosen. It was never known to her that she had ever had another set of parents that were now long gone and lead an ordinary life. A simple and happy girl, taking up hobbies like gymnastics, fighting, and learn to play an instrument, well, many since she couldn’t decide which one she liked more. She worked hard in school to make her parents proud and tried her best to fit in though most made fun of her for looking slightly different in her childhood years. Juniper always felt an emptiness though that she couldn’t explain but had always shrugged it off, thinking that it was nothing to worry over and she should be happy for what she had.
It wasn’t until her teen years that things started to get a little strange. Sure, teens grow like weeds but she experienced several growth spurts that seemed extremely painful. The doctors said it was normal to feel a little achy but they weren’t listening that it was actually painful to her. She wanted to protest but with her parents so relieved to know it was nothing serious, what was she supposed to do? She didn’t want them to worry and maybe it really just was nothing as the doctor stated. It seemed that was only the beginning though as soon after, being indoors felt trapping and Juniper couldn’t stop feeling awkward in her own skin. She wanted to scratch at it or runs around the block repeatedly. It was as if she were going to go crazy and then the full moon hit. The pain had startled her awake, screams echoing through the house as she felt her bones shifting, and her mind felt like it was being pushed away. It was like being underwater at night. A peaceful blackness that was only interrupted for short blips of horrifying images.
When she resurfaced from what she thought was a world of dreams, Juniper found herself stark naked in the middle of a park, covered in caked on blood as the sun started to rise. She was terrified, confused, and worse of all.....uninjured. Where had all this blood come from? How did she get here? Why was she naked? It was all too much at once to take in any singular emotion. She focused in on one thought, to get home. Juniper wasn’t even sure if she had been spotted walking as her feet kept moving on their own as if they knew their destination by heart. Everything around her was overwhelming. The sound of her feet moving, the animals skittering around, the smells around her causing her to feel nauseous, and the morning sunlight burning her eyes which in turn made them water though tears had already been spilling from them.
It felt like as though she had been wandering forever but here she was, standing outside her own home and staring at the cracked and broken front door. She carefully pushed it open, sneaking inside to see if anything else was amiss and worried that some sort of attacker was still there but all she got to see was trails of blood. Different items spewed all over the place and things ripped apart. Juniper shouted for her parents, bolting upstairs only to step in puddles of blood and screaming as she witness the ripped up and mauled mess that could barely be recognized as her parents but she knew it was. She didn’t know how but she knew this was them but she was positive and she felt sick. Tears spilled down her cheeks, confusion eating away at her on how this had happened.
The cops found her still in the stairwell, naked and covered in blood as well as unresponsive. They questioned her but with no response and were certain that she had murdered her family like some psychopath when the coroner stated they had found evidence that an animal had done such devastation that had occurred. It was from that moment on that they realized Juniper must have witnessed the horrific scene and maybe someone had brought the violent animal with them or even threatened her, if not more since they found her naked. She was placed into counseling and awaiting to receive a foster family till a better solution could be found. Juniper didn’t wait that long. She took what she could and got on a bus, not looking back. She didn’t know where she would go or do so she just ended up visiting different places with interesting history or attractions.
It didn’t take long to find out that the strange occurrence from that night kept happening to her. It was sometimes with no problem other then being randomly naked somewhere, while other times death followed. She started locking herself away at nights, not knowing what else to do and terrified of what she was possibly capable of. She always felt claustrophobic now, like a never ending cycle and only feeling normal after the strange missing time of her memory. Eventually, her path lead her to Salem because of its past history and that’s when she finally found some semblance of peace. It was just a random bumping into someone on the streets but in that moment, she finally didn’t feel that emptiness that was always there and she felt like this random stranger would understand her. Juniper ended up following like a lost puppy, well that was until she was snapped at for being a stalker. She had instantly fallen apart, the woman before her stood awkwardly watching the young werewolf and realizing something was very wrong. Natalie lead her away, taking her to the current pack leader and seeing if there was something they could do to help.
Juniper’s reaction to questions made them realize that this teen had no idea what she truly was and that they would not be dragging the past from her. She refused to give them almost any knowledge other than she was alone. Natalie took her in, helped her learn herself, gave her the tools she needed and cared for her until she was of age to start a true life of her own. The past haunts her still but she has tried to move forward and helping people where she can. Keeping out of trouble if possible though that is difficult sometimes in a place like Salem.
Emily, waited and waited but after awhile....it was clear that something had gone horribly wrong. It was just her now and the last light that Kaleb had left of himself. She was terrified of what to do. The pack had only tolerated her presences because of Kaleb, the fault her own as her past actions against them as a hunter but now that meant if their child was to be a werewolf, they might not have a pack and would have to try to be taught with only outside knowledge, not being shown the way. It always came to mind that Emily herself might not make it through child birth which before had been fine since her baby would have Kaleb but the thought of the baby having no parents was hard to bare. Her heart felt broken and she wanted to give into grief but she sucked it up, pushed her emotions to focus on what was next. There was no point in worrying over what could not be changed and they both knew the risks that came with being a leaders and even parents.
The month of October was coming to an end and their child was ready to grace the world. What was supposed to be a happy day turned into one of sadness though as Emily lost her life shortly after childbirth, only having enough time to hold her little girl and give her the name Juniper before passing on. No family to claim her, she ended up in the system and was adopted by Richard and Sarah Rosen. It was never known to her that she had ever had another set of parents that were now long gone and lead an ordinary life. A simple and happy girl, taking up hobbies like gymnastics, fighting, and learn to play an instrument, well, many since she couldn’t decide which one she liked more. She worked hard in school to make her parents proud and tried her best to fit in though most made fun of her for looking slightly different in her childhood years. Juniper always felt an emptiness though that she couldn’t explain but had always shrugged it off, thinking that it was nothing to worry over and she should be happy for what she had.
It wasn’t until her teen years that things started to get a little strange. Sure, teens grow like weeds but she experienced several growth spurts that seemed extremely painful. The doctors said it was normal to feel a little achy but they weren’t listening that it was actually painful to her. She wanted to protest but with her parents so relieved to know it was nothing serious, what was she supposed to do? She didn’t want them to worry and maybe it really just was nothing as the doctor stated. It seemed that was only the beginning though as soon after, being indoors felt trapping and Juniper couldn’t stop feeling awkward in her own skin. She wanted to scratch at it or runs around the block repeatedly. It was as if she were going to go crazy and then the full moon hit. The pain had startled her awake, screams echoing through the house as she felt her bones shifting, and her mind felt like it was being pushed away. It was like being underwater at night. A peaceful blackness that was only interrupted for short blips of horrifying images.
When she resurfaced from what she thought was a world of dreams, Juniper found herself stark naked in the middle of a park, covered in caked on blood as the sun started to rise. She was terrified, confused, and worse of all.....uninjured. Where had all this blood come from? How did she get here? Why was she naked? It was all too much at once to take in any singular emotion. She focused in on one thought, to get home. Juniper wasn’t even sure if she had been spotted walking as her feet kept moving on their own as if they knew their destination by heart. Everything around her was overwhelming. The sound of her feet moving, the animals skittering around, the smells around her causing her to feel nauseous, and the morning sunlight burning her eyes which in turn made them water though tears had already been spilling from them.
It felt like as though she had been wandering forever but here she was, standing outside her own home and staring at the cracked and broken front door. She carefully pushed it open, sneaking inside to see if anything else was amiss and worried that some sort of attacker was still there but all she got to see was trails of blood. Different items spewed all over the place and things ripped apart. Juniper shouted for her parents, bolting upstairs only to step in puddles of blood and screaming as she witness the ripped up and mauled mess that could barely be recognized as her parents but she knew it was. She didn’t know how but she knew this was them but she was positive and she felt sick. Tears spilled down her cheeks, confusion eating away at her on how this had happened.
The cops found her still in the stairwell, naked and covered in blood as well as unresponsive. They questioned her but with no response and were certain that she had murdered her family like some psychopath when the coroner stated they had found evidence that an animal had done such devastation that had occurred. It was from that moment on that they realized Juniper must have witnessed the horrific scene and maybe someone had brought the violent animal with them or even threatened her, if not more since they found her naked. She was placed into counseling and awaiting to receive a foster family till a better solution could be found. Juniper didn’t wait that long. She took what she could and got on a bus, not looking back. She didn’t know where she would go or do so she just ended up visiting different places with interesting history or attractions.
It didn’t take long to find out that the strange occurrence from that night kept happening to her. It was sometimes with no problem other then being randomly naked somewhere, while other times death followed. She started locking herself away at nights, not knowing what else to do and terrified of what she was possibly capable of. She always felt claustrophobic now, like a never ending cycle and only feeling normal after the strange missing time of her memory. Eventually, her path lead her to Salem because of its past history and that’s when she finally found some semblance of peace. It was just a random bumping into someone on the streets but in that moment, she finally didn’t feel that emptiness that was always there and she felt like this random stranger would understand her. Juniper ended up following like a lost puppy, well that was until she was snapped at for being a stalker. She had instantly fallen apart, the woman before her stood awkwardly watching the young werewolf and realizing something was very wrong. Natalie lead her away, taking her to the current pack leader and seeing if there was something they could do to help.
Juniper’s reaction to questions made them realize that this teen had no idea what she truly was and that they would not be dragging the past from her. She refused to give them almost any knowledge other than she was alone. Natalie took her in, helped her learn herself, gave her the tools she needed and cared for her until she was of age to start a true life of her own. The past haunts her still but she has tried to move forward and helping people where she can. Keeping out of trouble if possible though that is difficult sometimes in a place like Salem.
| {Extra} |
✧ She can play the piano, violin and cello
✧ She has no animosity towards any other supernaturals or even hunters. Juniper believes you should be judged by your own individual actions and not by race.
✧ Link to Font: fontmeme.com/fonts/decadentia-font
✧ I have read the rules
✧ She has no animosity towards any other supernaturals or even hunters. Juniper believes you should be judged by your own individual actions and not by race.
✧ Link to Font: fontmeme.com/fonts/decadentia-font
✧ I have read the rules
Welp, here it is! Happy to edit as needed if certain things aren’t up to par :)
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 𝙰𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜 "𝙳𝚘𝚗" 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 | 𝙱𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚛 • 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟻 || 𝟸𝟻 • 𝙷𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 • 𝙷𝚎/𝙷𝚒𝚖 • 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 Rightfully named after the Greek God of love and beauty, Adonis is everything his name encapsulates. The tall, dark, and handsome wolf walks with his chest out and his head held high. When Adonis isn’t boxing he grows his hair out leaving him with dread, an unkempt chinstrap beard and a fuzzy mustache. When he does have to step into the ring, the beard turns into stubble and his hair trims down to a crew cut. The only other defining features left on his head is a slight discoloration in his ear cartilage due to excessive amounts of draining from several cases of cauliflower ear and his warm brown eyes that are rumored to glow a faint golden orange. Unlike most werewolves, Adonis’ constant and strict workout regime has made him a prime candidate for werewolf/human homogenization. His body was already in peak condition to accept the curse which only allowed the wolf inside of him to bond even stronger. His lean figure leaves zero room for body fat, but instead is packed with layer on layer of muscle. One might even say he has the perfect upside-down triangle shape, from his broad chest and shoulder down to the v bars that accentuate his hips. These however are usually hidden under layers of clothing if not baggy. 『 "One bad day away from blowing your house down." 』 |
𝗣 𝗘 𝗥 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡 𝗔
P E R S O N A L I T Y
An Aries in every sense of the word. Adonis is passionate, aggressive, and determined. Never has he or will he ever accept a hand out from anyone. Everything worth having he can gain and earn on his own, thus biting any hand that would try to feed him. While some might see aggression as a negative, Adonis has found a way to channel any aggression or harboring of negative emotions into a healthy outlet, boxing. This in turn allows him to reap the benefits of all the positive qualities that make him such a natural born leader. Others are genuinely attracted to Adonis from both his bravery and his forceful masculine energy. Whereas most try to rule through fear and command, Adonis leads with respect and honest nature allowing to clear a path in front. The werewolf inside him only increased the pack mentality he already had outlined in his head. No wolf can survive on its own let alone hunt, thus they must embrace each other and teamwork to thrive. That’s not to say Adonis isn’t without his problems or that he is perfect, Adonis is only as good as his environment allows him to be. Impatience and impulse are prisons which obstruct the path Adonis wishes to lay out. How is he not to rely on instinct if it’s one of the key components of fighting in the ring and now outside of it. Taking action rules his center of focus and anything unable to be overcome by strength and energy creates challenges for Adonis.
L I K E S
D I S L I K E S
H A B I T S & Q U I R K S
H O B B I E S
F E A R S
« Initiative »
« Fighting »
« Training »
« Chicken & Waffles (W/Syrup) »
« Anime »
« Wu-Tang Clan »
« Wolves »
« Fighting »
« Training »
« Chicken & Waffles (W/Syrup) »
« Anime »
« Wu-Tang Clan »
« Wolves »
D I S L I K E S
« Hesitation/Pause »
« Bullies »
« Mondays »
« Cats »
« Authority Figures »
« Being Ignored »
« Lies »
« Bullies »
« Mondays »
« Cats »
« Authority Figures »
« Being Ignored »
« Lies »
H A B I T S & Q U I R K S
« Resting his chain on his canine teeth and leaving it there. »
« Throwing a flurry of playful punches when he sees his closest friends. »
« Eating his burgers with mustard instead of ketchup. »
« Throwing a flurry of playful punches when he sees his closest friends. »
« Eating his burgers with mustard instead of ketchup. »
H O B B I E S
« Gambling »
« Writing spoken word poems. »
« Following the NBA »
« Writing spoken word poems. »
« Following the NBA »
F E A R S
« Losing his way. »
« Death of his friends/family/loved ones. »
« Losing control and hurting someone undeserving. »
« Death of his friends/family/loved ones. »
« Losing control and hurting someone undeserving. »
𝗢 𝗥 𝗜 𝗚 𝗜 𝗡 𝗦
P L A C E O F O R I G I N
B A C K G R O U N D
A B I L I T I E S
L I M I T A T I O N S
Salem, Massachusetts
B A C K G R O U N D
Ever since he was young, Adonis knew he wanted to make something of himself…to do better for himself and those around him. Whether it was the way he was treated for his skin color or the invisible shackles he felt by staying in a small town that was a dead end, he always knew there was something more out there for him. His natural charisma and eagerness to learn and experience the world was already engrained and nurtured into him at a young age. With a stay at home mom and a father who did the best to work around his schedule to see his son, it was easy for Adonis to try and experiment with several different avenues of creativity and growth. Sure enough it seemed as though physical activities became king among the rest of his projects. Football and wrestling were some of the first to come and go from his time in little league. The intensity and passion were there but they just weren’t enough to satiate his needs. It wasn’t until young Adonis had chosen to play hooky and stay at home with his father to watch the WBA heavyweight championship fight between legendary Roy Jones Jr and John Ruiz. The heart and fight in both the fighters was enough to lure him, with the full bout of twelves round being the hook that reeled him in.
It wasn’t much later or rather right away that the young boy bowed out of wrestling and football to purse and focus a career in boxing whilst still managing to go to school. Eventually the not so young boy was a senior in high school by now with his name in several local boxing tournaments. His nickname would later be known as The Prince, but unfortunately for him he could make purple rain or doves cry. His boxing career and social standing at school also paralleled each other. As his reputation increased in the fighting ring, so did his name in the hierarchy at school. You see Adonis always strove to be at the top and earned his spot. The pretty girls, the good grades, the killer physique, all of it. Some would speculate that Adonis always had everything and it just came to him naturally, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. It was cold hard work and perseverance. Adonis was grateful for everything that had gone his way and having supportive parents and friends to guide him along the way. Misfortune was never in his shadow or a whisper in the back of his mind and for that he was truly blessed or, so he thought.
At the end of his High School career, Adonis managed to snag The New York Golden Gloves in boxing for becoming the youngest amateur winner to hold the title from all of Massachusetts area. With this in, Adonis had unlocked the keys to the castle and proceeded down the road of infamy. The kid was a natural and a Rockstar, ripping through the competition with knockout after knockout in signature southpaw fashion. There wasn’t this type of sensation or uproar in boxing since the era of Tyson or Ali. What was once a dying sport, suddenly gained a surge of energy that swept the nation. Like all good boxing stories there had to be a fall following the quick rise. That came in the form of something supernatural. It was a chilly night with a full moon cradling the nights sky. Adonis had just gotten done with defending his title once again in the clean streets of Boston. Having time to spare for the next several days, Adonis made it a point to visit his parents and bring his hometown a rallying hero. With his old home in sight and his staff completely gone, Adonis took a shortcut through the park to get to his house. No one would mess with The Prince nor would Adonis let them, gun or not. But you see, what was coming was faster than any bullet and made much less noise if at all.
It all happened in an instant, a long howl had spooked the boxer leaving him exposed to his attacker. It was over in an instant, a quick flicker of glowing red dots and a hissing snarl was all he made out before teeth sank into his skin, quickly knocking him out. Adonis was never seen or heard of for weeks, which inevitably caused him to lose his upcoming match to defend his title. Rumors slowly spread that he was dead, killed in a mugging or the mafia wanting to control the league. Others thought the fame was too much and he wanted a clean start. Whatever it was, his memory was upheld but started to diminish in the minds of the people as his replacement rode the coattails of his own success story. Two years had passed, and it appeared everyone had forgotten who Adonis Prince even was. That was until the King was back and hungrier than ever. The news outlets were left in shambles at his return. When asked what happened he didn’t answer, when asked what he wanted, he said, “My Throne Back”.
It wasn’t much later or rather right away that the young boy bowed out of wrestling and football to purse and focus a career in boxing whilst still managing to go to school. Eventually the not so young boy was a senior in high school by now with his name in several local boxing tournaments. His nickname would later be known as The Prince, but unfortunately for him he could make purple rain or doves cry. His boxing career and social standing at school also paralleled each other. As his reputation increased in the fighting ring, so did his name in the hierarchy at school. You see Adonis always strove to be at the top and earned his spot. The pretty girls, the good grades, the killer physique, all of it. Some would speculate that Adonis always had everything and it just came to him naturally, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. It was cold hard work and perseverance. Adonis was grateful for everything that had gone his way and having supportive parents and friends to guide him along the way. Misfortune was never in his shadow or a whisper in the back of his mind and for that he was truly blessed or, so he thought.
At the end of his High School career, Adonis managed to snag The New York Golden Gloves in boxing for becoming the youngest amateur winner to hold the title from all of Massachusetts area. With this in, Adonis had unlocked the keys to the castle and proceeded down the road of infamy. The kid was a natural and a Rockstar, ripping through the competition with knockout after knockout in signature southpaw fashion. There wasn’t this type of sensation or uproar in boxing since the era of Tyson or Ali. What was once a dying sport, suddenly gained a surge of energy that swept the nation. Like all good boxing stories there had to be a fall following the quick rise. That came in the form of something supernatural. It was a chilly night with a full moon cradling the nights sky. Adonis had just gotten done with defending his title once again in the clean streets of Boston. Having time to spare for the next several days, Adonis made it a point to visit his parents and bring his hometown a rallying hero. With his old home in sight and his staff completely gone, Adonis took a shortcut through the park to get to his house. No one would mess with The Prince nor would Adonis let them, gun or not. But you see, what was coming was faster than any bullet and made much less noise if at all.
It all happened in an instant, a long howl had spooked the boxer leaving him exposed to his attacker. It was over in an instant, a quick flicker of glowing red dots and a hissing snarl was all he made out before teeth sank into his skin, quickly knocking him out. Adonis was never seen or heard of for weeks, which inevitably caused him to lose his upcoming match to defend his title. Rumors slowly spread that he was dead, killed in a mugging or the mafia wanting to control the league. Others thought the fame was too much and he wanted a clean start. Whatever it was, his memory was upheld but started to diminish in the minds of the people as his replacement rode the coattails of his own success story. Two years had passed, and it appeared everyone had forgotten who Adonis Prince even was. That was until the King was back and hungrier than ever. The news outlets were left in shambles at his return. When asked what happened he didn’t answer, when asked what he wanted, he said, “My Throne Back”.
S E C R E T S
« His Boxing Coach is his both werewolf and creator. »
« Potentially his greatest secret and the one that ties both secrets and story together. During his rise to fame, Adonis
« Potentially his greatest secret and the one that ties both secrets and story together. During his rise to fame, Adonis
would start to gain a lot of fan and enemies alike. While it was true that he had unbelievable talent and skill, many wanted to disapprove that with steroid allegations and bribes. Neither of which worked in their favor. With every win, the Mafia began to press Adonis harder and harder in attempts to convince him to throw his fights in exchange for large pay outs. Never wanting to betray who he was or what he worked for, Adonis vehemently declined every offer. This angered the Mafia, but their own fighter had begun to gain traction in opposition of Adonis. With their fight a few weeks away, the Mafia offered him once last offer that he not so politely declined.
With that his fate was sealed, the boy was to be murdered before he could ever make his match. Fortunately, before he could be assassinated, the last second decision to wander through the park saved him. For you see, his coach was aware of the situation and consequences of Adonis’ action even if he didn’t. Knowing he wouldn’t accept help from no one, his coach took it upon himself to forcefully embellish Adonis with this gift and curse in order to save him from his death and give him the tools necessary to dismantle the mafia upon his return. The two years he had spent away were used to hone his werewolf skills and allow two to become one. A secret he would take to the grave. »
With that his fate was sealed, the boy was to be murdered before he could ever make his match. Fortunately, before he could be assassinated, the last second decision to wander through the park saved him. For you see, his coach was aware of the situation and consequences of Adonis’ action even if he didn’t. Knowing he wouldn’t accept help from no one, his coach took it upon himself to forcefully embellish Adonis with this gift and curse in order to save him from his death and give him the tools necessary to dismantle the mafia upon his return. The two years he had spent away were used to hone his werewolf skills and allow two to become one. A secret he would take to the grave. »
𝗟 𝗬 𝗖 𝗔 𝗡
A B I L I T I E S
« Lycanthropy »
« Lycan Resistance »
« Pack Mentality »
« Apex Predator »
« Feral Tap »
As a werewolf Adonis has access to the physiology such as being able to change into a wolf fully on command. Characteristics such as senses, stamina, agility, strength, and speed even to lesser amounts when not transformed. In addition to the gift of accelerated healing.
« Lycan Resistance »
Blessed with the curse mark, Adonis also gains a slew of resistances to pair with his enhancements. Adonis gains a slight resistance to magic, resistance to weather and contaminants, and the ability to adapt to several environments including underwater.
« Pack Mentality »
Although he has no said connection with any wolves, due to his personality, Adonis has a natural affinity for linking minds with other wolves in future packs.
« Apex Predator »
Adonis possesses predatory instincts, allowing him to become a master of hunting and tracking. This ability allows him to pursue and capture his prey as easily as his wolf counterpart would. Also playing into combat where the instinct allows him to interpret what moves his for will make or where they’re headed for the most part.
« Feral Tap »
Unlike other wolves, Adonis can voluntarily and willfully tap into his feral rage. Upon doing so, the raw primal and unstoppable rage allows Adonis an increase in performance and capacity. Sustaining and dealing more damage than they normally would in sentient form.
L I M I T A T I O N S
« Blood Moon »
« Full Moon »
« Harvest Moon »
« Blue Moon »
Chained to time unlike Vampires, Adonis suffers the fate all creatures do after their time is up. With no immortality, Adonis is exposed to several dangers that can cut his life span such as silver, wolfs bane, and the not so pleasant act of beheading.
« Full Moon »
Adonis is slave to the moon and as is tradition, every full moon inflicts the forcible transformation from human to wolf without fail. The process never gets easier or less painful nor the bloodlust inflicted.
« Harvest Moon »
dependent on their senses which allow them to prosper against other supernatural also creates a pitfall used against them. Both sharp smells and noises can disorient him.
« Blue Moon »
On the occasion that Adonis hits the button to tap into his feral mind, it is not without its weaknesses. While he can tap into it, he cannot control it. Leaving him unable to undo the process once it starts. In this state while he can tank more damage than normal the damage will still exist and be felt full force upon regaining control. Finally, his morals and ethics vanish in this form allowing injury to loved ones to become a consequence to his decision.
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Adonis has no tattoos, but instead a brand of a three point crown in the middle of his outer right arm that translates in wolf form. I have read the rules.
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Adrian Harris
{ "Paymwnt upfront is just smart bussiness." }
Fashion is Danger || Host of Seraphim || Spells
| {Full Name} |
Adrian Thomas Harris
| {Nickname} |
n/a
| {Date of Birth} |
07/13
| {Age} |
74
| {Gender} |
Male
| {Sexuality} |
Heteroflexible
| {Relationship Status} |
Single
| {Role} |
Warlock
| {Occupation} |
Bar Owner (Secret Sallon), Artifact acquisition.
| {Face Claim} |
Rafael Ziccardi
{Dialouge Colour}
a52693
| {Appearance} |
Adrien is about six feet tall, with a lean, well-defined build. Sunkissed skin and sharp cheekbones give him a classically handsome look. This is thanks to a glamour he cast on himself when he was very young. It has long since become permenant. HIs style is typically what he would call casual elegent. Typically has seen in dark trousers, a dress shirt, and a waistcoat. He rarely wears a tie outside of formal engagements, however, has been known to wear it loosely after coming out of formal engagements. What is curious about his style, is its enchantments. His waistcoats are all enchanted to be as durable as bulletproof kevlar vests while remaining as light and breathable as fabric.
| {Habits & Quirks} |
- Has a tendency for dramatic entrances.
- When bored or stressed about a problem, he will run his left hand through his hair, to push it back.
- Always has a glass in his hand, and somehow, even h=when he periodically sipping from it, no one has ever seen it empty.
| {Hobbies} |
- Hosting extravagant parties at his bar. Who doesn't love a good old masquerade?
- Experimenting with magic. Nothing illegal, just seeing the limits of what hasn't been done.
- Performing at his bar. Magic makes learning instruments real quick.
- Bartending, although rarely at his own bar. He pays people for that, but if the bar is busy, or he brings someone up to his place, he does know how to make his own drinks.
| {Likes} |
- His Bar
- Fine Whisky
- Amassing wealth
- Helping out newly turned Vamps
- Technology
- Technomancy
- Balance
- Sex
- Cookies
- Creating and getting strange artifacts
| {Dislikes} |
- People fighting in his bar
- People not settling their debts
- The smell of fish
- Thieves
- Older vamps
- The coven Leaders
- Racism
| {Fears} |
- The destruction of his bar
- Death
- The End of Magic
| {Secrets} |
- That he is the bastard child to the last Supreme Witch.
- That the Seraphiim Configuration exists.
| {Abilities} |
Adrian calls himself the modern Warlock. Meaning he has broken away from traditional practices, to study what he calls Technomancy. In contrast to many Witches and Warlocks who keep their spells in ancient tomes and grimoires, Adrian keeps his spells his spells in an Evernote file on his phone. His branching out has earned him a reputation amongst both the Voodoo and Wicca circles, but he is starting a looser coven, that doesn't have as much defined leadership roles. He trains witches and warlocks in the new art of Technomancy, so they may carry on his teachings after he is gone. Most of his other skills and powers come from the collection of artefacts he owns or has created.
The Seraphim Configuration is Adrian's crowning achievement. It is a kind of magical battery. It, not only powers his bar, but also his "forge." The Seraphim Configuration allows Adrian to tap into a greater well of magic. It is the key to Technomancy. Due to its power, he keeps the Seraphim Configuration in his apartment, in a safe. Only taking it out for special occasions, or to create a particularly power artefact for a client.
Quetzal is Adrian's wand. The wand itself wasn't created by Adrian. Adrian stole it from a powerful Warlock during his travels.
While most witches and warlocks look down on those who need a wand in order to cast, Adria sees it as to why turn down extra help? Sure Adrian can cast with his hands, like most Witches and Warlocks, but a wand can open up fields of magic, previously closed to a practitioner of magic. In Adrian's case, it allows him to cast more elementally aligned spells.
The Seraphim Configuration is Adrian's crowning achievement. It is a kind of magical battery. It, not only powers his bar, but also his "forge." The Seraphim Configuration allows Adrian to tap into a greater well of magic. It is the key to Technomancy. Due to its power, he keeps the Seraphim Configuration in his apartment, in a safe. Only taking it out for special occasions, or to create a particularly power artefact for a client.
Quetzal is Adrian's wand. The wand itself wasn't created by Adrian. Adrian stole it from a powerful Warlock during his travels.
While most witches and warlocks look down on those who need a wand in order to cast, Adria sees it as to why turn down extra help? Sure Adrian can cast with his hands, like most Witches and Warlocks, but a wand can open up fields of magic, previously closed to a practitioner of magic. In Adrian's case, it allows him to cast more elementally aligned spells.
| {Limitations} |
- Adrian is still as fragile as a mortal. Shot him, he gets hurt. Shoot him in the head, he dies.
- He sometimes helps people who end up hurting him.
- Is a sucker for a pretty face.
- The Wicca Coven has a particular dislike towards him, as he has been giving Vampires and Werewolves a means to walk in the sunlight, and resist the full moon. Especially Vampires and Werewolves who the Wiccans deemed unsuitable for such power.
| {Personality} |
♦ Trusting ♦ Spiteful ♦ Charming ♦ Petty ♦
Adrian as most people see him, is a rich kid who owns a bar. Its mostly a facade, but Adrian like people to think is life is an endless extravagance. That he spends every night with a different girl. He takes great pride in that he makes his life in such a way that it appears he barely does any work. Coming off as the flippant, non-caring club owner has helped him get out of trouble with hunters, Vamps, and wolves on more than one occasion. They tend to underestimate him. He is non-confrontational, preferring to have a drink and sort things out with words. He believes that all the races can get along, and his bar is a symbol of that. The Secret Saloon specialises in serving Vampires, Werewolves, Witches and Even Hunters, provided that no one starts any fights.
However, behind closed doors is very different. If you need something from Adrian, that isn't normally offered by the bar, such as a ring to protect you from the sun, or an Ancient Artifact to perform a ritual, Adrian becomes a very different man. When dealing with his Artifact Acquisition Bussiness, Adrian is ruthless. If you don't pay what you owe, he won't hesitate to have you killed. In some cases, he may even do it himself. His business model has landed several powerful people in his pocket. With several Hunters, Werewolves and Vampires all owe him for artefacts that had turned their lives around. One thing should be very clear, even if he seems like just some rich kid, Adrian has networks of employees that could bring even the Leader of a Coven to their knees.
However, behind closed doors is very different. If you need something from Adrian, that isn't normally offered by the bar, such as a ring to protect you from the sun, or an Ancient Artifact to perform a ritual, Adrian becomes a very different man. When dealing with his Artifact Acquisition Bussiness, Adrian is ruthless. If you don't pay what you owe, he won't hesitate to have you killed. In some cases, he may even do it himself. His business model has landed several powerful people in his pocket. With several Hunters, Werewolves and Vampires all owe him for artefacts that had turned their lives around. One thing should be very clear, even if he seems like just some rich kid, Adrian has networks of employees that could bring even the Leader of a Coven to their knees.
| {Place of Origin} |
Salem.
| {Background} |
Adrian was the bastard child of the previous Supreme Witch, and an out of town Warlock. Adrian was born in Salem, and kept a secret from the coven as a whole, while his father taught him magic from the shadows. At first, it all seemed like bizarre theory. Adrian went to a normal school, so he thought he knew what was possible and not, while what his father was teaching him was strictly impossible. It wasn't until he was sixteen that he first manifested any magical gift. From then on, his studies took a rather practical turn. He moved with his father, to avoid detection by the local coven. Living in New York City. He learned to tap into the urban landscape and technology, instead of nature to practice magic. As he began to perfect his new branch of Technomancy, a group of Hunters attacked the coven he was staying with.
Adrian fled New York to get away from the Witch-hunting fanatics. This was the first time he ever really saw the supernatural racism. He vowed to find a way to stop it. So, now that he was twenty-five, he spent five years travelling the world, learning from various Witch Covens how to best use his magic. It was during his travels that he stole the wand he now uses. The most useful thing he did while travelling was beginning construction of the Seraphim Configuration. The device would take ten years to finish, but he had learned useful artefact creation techniques along the way. When he returned to Salem, at his father's wishes, he was surprised to learn the truth about his mother.
Adrian decided to stay in Salem and bought a block of land which he built a three-story building on. The bottom story was the first Secret Saloon. A simple whisky bar, where the supernatural could go to drink without the risk of the other races attacking. A place where supernaturals could be themselves. Over the years, Adrian enchanted the building so that only those that knew of the supernatural could find the way in. He even started painting advertisements in enchanted ink that only the supernatural could read to advertise his bar. The second floor opened up several years later, becoming a dance club. The top floor is Adrian's private residence and office. It is where he invites you if you have special business he needs to talk about.
Adrian fled New York to get away from the Witch-hunting fanatics. This was the first time he ever really saw the supernatural racism. He vowed to find a way to stop it. So, now that he was twenty-five, he spent five years travelling the world, learning from various Witch Covens how to best use his magic. It was during his travels that he stole the wand he now uses. The most useful thing he did while travelling was beginning construction of the Seraphim Configuration. The device would take ten years to finish, but he had learned useful artefact creation techniques along the way. When he returned to Salem, at his father's wishes, he was surprised to learn the truth about his mother.
Adrian decided to stay in Salem and bought a block of land which he built a three-story building on. The bottom story was the first Secret Saloon. A simple whisky bar, where the supernatural could go to drink without the risk of the other races attacking. A place where supernaturals could be themselves. Over the years, Adrian enchanted the building so that only those that knew of the supernatural could find the way in. He even started painting advertisements in enchanted ink that only the supernatural could read to advertise his bar. The second floor opened up several years later, becoming a dance club. The top floor is Adrian's private residence and office. It is where he invites you if you have special business he needs to talk about.
| {Extra} |
The Secret Saloon is hidden to people unaware of the Supernatural World. If someone who has been to the Secret Saloon tries to tell a human about it (hunters excluded0 it comes out as gibberish.
The bar offers things that wouldn't be available at other bars, especially to satiated the hunger of the supernatural world. Everything is above board, with blood being sourced from volunteers and blood banks to keep the Hunters happy.
The bar offers things that wouldn't be available at other bars, especially to satiated the hunger of the supernatural world. Everything is above board, with blood being sourced from volunteers and blood banks to keep the Hunters happy.
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Martin Baptiste de Tonm
"Sit, eat and tell me how the Loa can help you today."
Voodoo Child || Sympathy for the Devil || Purple Haze
| {Full Name} |
Martin Baptiste de Tonm
| {Nickname} |
Among the practitioners of Voodoo and other supernatural entities he is known as "Papa Midnight"
| {Date of Birth} |
November 2
| {Age} |
57 however thanks to some Voodoo he does look like he is in his mid 30s
| {Gender} |
Male
| {Sexuality} |
Like his Loa he knows that sexuality should be free and undefined
| {Relationship Status} |
Single
| {Role} |
Bokor, or Voodoo Priest
| {Occupation} |
Bar Manager
In the 22 years it has been in Salem the Cauldron became a staple of the community. The prices are cheap, smoking is allowed inside and the owner is known for his interesting stories and love of classic rock.
However the cauldron is also a meeting point for Members of the Voodoo Coven and occasional other supernatural creatures who need their services or help. In the back office Martin practices his Voodoo.
In the 22 years it has been in Salem the Cauldron became a staple of the community. The prices are cheap, smoking is allowed inside and the owner is known for his interesting stories and love of classic rock.
However the cauldron is also a meeting point for Members of the Voodoo Coven and occasional other supernatural creatures who need their services or help. In the back office Martin practices his Voodoo.
| {Face Claim} |
Mustafa Shakir
| {Dialogue Color} |
Dark Purple
| {Appearance} |
Martin is a tall african american man. He puts quite a lot of effort into his outward appearance, precisely to look like he does not. His clothes are almost always a bit stained and he prefers dark coats and dress pants, combined with colorful red or purple shirts. He sports golden earrings and a gold chain with a cross and obscene amounts of golden rings and other jewelry. On his back is a tattoo of a tombstone, to be exact the Veve of his guardian Loa Baron Samedi. The rest of his body is also covered in tattoos, many more veve of minor Loa and symbols of death and magic.
When he takes his role of a Bokor he often changes clothes, wearing only white and black and several bone amulets and bags of Gris-gris.
When he takes his role of a Bokor he often changes clothes, wearing only white and black and several bone amulets and bags of Gris-gris.
| {Habits & Quirks} |
⚰️ Cracking his knuckles when nervous
⚰️ Brushing his hand through his beard when listening
⚰️ Tapping his food to music
⚰️ Brushing his hand through his beard when listening
⚰️ Tapping his food to music
| {Hobbies} |
⚰️ Cooking (Some say he makes the best Gumbo in Massachusetts)
⚰️ Playing the Guitar
⚰️ Bartending
⚰️ Collecting Vinyl
⚰️ Playing the Guitar
⚰️ Bartending
⚰️ Collecting Vinyl
| {Likes} |
⚰️ Cajun Food
⚰️ Classic Rock (especially Jimmy Hendrix)
⚰️ Alcohol, Tobacco and Marihuana
⚰️ Talking with his patrons
⚰️ His Voodoo Coven
⚰️ His Bar
⚰️ Eccentrics of all kinds
⚰️ His pet snake Damba
⚰️ Classic Rock (especially Jimmy Hendrix)
⚰️ Alcohol, Tobacco and Marihuana
⚰️ Talking with his patrons
⚰️ His Voodoo Coven
⚰️ His Bar
⚰️ Eccentrics of all kinds
⚰️ His pet snake Damba
| {Dislikes} |
⚰️ The other Witch Covens in Salem
⚰️ Disrespect against Voodoo and the Loa
⚰️ Brutes
⚰️ Buzzkills
⚰️ Pompous people
⚰️ Being told what to do
⚰️ Guns
⚰️ Disrespect against Voodoo and the Loa
⚰️ Brutes
⚰️ Buzzkills
⚰️ Pompous people
⚰️ Being told what to do
⚰️ Guns
| {Fears} |
⚰️ His past catching up to him
⚰️ Failing the Loa
⚰️ Loosing Salem to the other witches
⚰️ Failing the Loa
⚰️ Loosing Salem to the other witches
| {Secrets} |
The real reason Martin left Louisiana is not what he is telling everyone. He had a rivalry with his cousin for the sizable Inheritance of their Grandfather. To get rid of him Martin (Back then called Charlie) called upon a dark and forbidden Loa. The curse he put on his cousin had horrifying effects, rotting his skin and slowly killing him. When it was clear Martin was the one who cursed him he ran away to Salem.
| {Abilities} |
Martin is a powerful Bokor or Voodoo Priest. His power, like that of all Voodoo practitioners, comes from the Loa and their realm of Bondye. He is able to commune with the spirits of the deceased, curse his foes, craft protective talismans and sense magic.
⚰️ Crafting Fetishes: To create a Artifact or Gris-gris Martin needs the right ingredients and time, also it is not cheap. His most popular creations are Gris-gris to protect against evil magic and trinkets that give vampires some defense against sunlight.
⚰️ Curses: As a Bokor Martin is an expert in curses. To curse someone he needs personal objects and belongings of that person and the right materials. His curses range from nightmares to illness and are very expensive.
⚰️ Cheval: The Loa are known to possess willing hosts. Martin is quite adept at calling upon these spirits to enter his body or that of a another willing person. As the gods and spirits of Voodoo the Loa are incredibly powerful and wise but also easy to anger and not always ready to help.
⚰️ Herbal Remedies: Using ancient combinations of herbs and other ingredients a powerful Voodoo priest can create powerful potions and powders. Martin knows how to make love potions, sleep powders, potions to let ones soul see the other side or achieve other effects.
⚰️ Zombies: The word Zombie comes from the Kongo words nzambi and zumbi. To create a Zombie a Bokor buries a living human and gives him a special concoction. The Zombie then frees himself form his own grave and is reborn as a undead, superhuman servant of the Bokor. Martin knows that this ritual is drawing upon very dark forces and is shunned upon.
⚰️ Crafting Fetishes: To create a Artifact or Gris-gris Martin needs the right ingredients and time, also it is not cheap. His most popular creations are Gris-gris to protect against evil magic and trinkets that give vampires some defense against sunlight.
⚰️ Curses: As a Bokor Martin is an expert in curses. To curse someone he needs personal objects and belongings of that person and the right materials. His curses range from nightmares to illness and are very expensive.
⚰️ Cheval: The Loa are known to possess willing hosts. Martin is quite adept at calling upon these spirits to enter his body or that of a another willing person. As the gods and spirits of Voodoo the Loa are incredibly powerful and wise but also easy to anger and not always ready to help.
⚰️ Herbal Remedies: Using ancient combinations of herbs and other ingredients a powerful Voodoo priest can create powerful potions and powders. Martin knows how to make love potions, sleep powders, potions to let ones soul see the other side or achieve other effects.
⚰️ Zombies: The word Zombie comes from the Kongo words nzambi and zumbi. To create a Zombie a Bokor buries a living human and gives him a special concoction. The Zombie then frees himself form his own grave and is reborn as a undead, superhuman servant of the Bokor. Martin knows that this ritual is drawing upon very dark forces and is shunned upon.
| {Limitations} |
A Bokors magic is different from other witches since it almost always takes rituals and fetishes to perform. Martin cant really perform magic on the fly and is often quite defenseless in a fight.
| {Personality} |
♦ Patient ♦ Careless ♦ Charismatic ♦ Easy to anger ♦
Martin is incredibly charismatic, easy to be around and always the life of the party. On the other hand however he is spiteful and holds grudges for decades. On someone he first meets he almost always makes a good impression and people are often impressed and surprised by his charm and intellect, only people who have known him a long time however realize that there is something far darker behind his smile. Martin is good to his friends and patrons at his bar, to his enemies he is a force of pure hatred and spite.
| {Place of Origin} |
New Orleans, Louisiana
| {Background} |
He was born Charles Baptiste le Croix in New Orleans, Louisiana. Although racism was still very prevalent in the south by the time of his birth he had a more privileged childhood than many other African Americans in New Orleans. His grandfather managed to get rich in the textile business and he and his family lived in a nice house in a much poorer black neighbourhood. His mother was a descended of the Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau and a quite skilled witch herself. She realized at quite an early age that her son had the same gift. He would see things that others could not and hear the voices of dead relatives. His mother immideatly began training him, always reminding him to be humble bevor the Loa and to give them their due respect.
The young man had however no interest at first in becoming a Voodoo Priest, he wanted to live life to the fullest, partying, smoking and drinking all day and night. It wasn't until his parents died suddenly that he realized there was more to life, when he went to the cemetery to commune with their spirits he had a life changing experience. The Loa Baron Samedi, lord of the dead and protector of the graves, took over his body and possessed him. From this day onward he knew what he had to do, the young man put all his time and effort into Voodoo, learning from the best and most powerful Bokors and Witches.
When he finished his studies he wanted to join the magic underworld of New Orleans however he made a big mistake and left for Salem. There he made contact with the local Voodoo Coven and quickly rose through the ranks through his charisma and knowledge of Voodoo. When the old supreme of the Voodoo Coven passed on to the other side he named Martin as his successor, mostly because of Martins skill and willingness to fight the other covens.
The young man had however no interest at first in becoming a Voodoo Priest, he wanted to live life to the fullest, partying, smoking and drinking all day and night. It wasn't until his parents died suddenly that he realized there was more to life, when he went to the cemetery to commune with their spirits he had a life changing experience. The Loa Baron Samedi, lord of the dead and protector of the graves, took over his body and possessed him. From this day onward he knew what he had to do, the young man put all his time and effort into Voodoo, learning from the best and most powerful Bokors and Witches.
When he finished his studies he wanted to join the magic underworld of New Orleans however he made a big mistake and left for Salem. There he made contact with the local Voodoo Coven and quickly rose through the ranks through his charisma and knowledge of Voodoo. When the old supreme of the Voodoo Coven passed on to the other side he named Martin as his successor, mostly because of Martins skill and willingness to fight the other covens.
| {Extra} |
He owns a pet python called Damba.
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@ineffable Awesome! She is accepted. You may move her into the char tab!
@Akayaofthemoon Juniper looks great! She is accepted. You did list Juniper as a detective/private investigator, which might've taken up a good chunk of her early adulthood to go through with. I'm sure that it all happened after the events within her backstory, though. So it should be fine! Just note that she would be within her wolf pack for some odd years+.
@Severance Spectacular character! He is accepted.
@Sanity43217 While your character concept is interesting, I'm afraid that I cannot accept him with that type of power. The witches/warlocks of this RP will follow the more ancient ways of witchcraft, in which were passed down from generation to generation. While the repertoire for spells is very broad, they will not have capabilities relating to technomancy.
@The Narrator Martin is accepted. While I do wish to read more about his character, I don't believe it's absolutely necessary since he can unfold as the RP plays out. While his abilities pertaining to the Loa and the Bokor are a little foreign to me, I believe the concept will add an interesting flare to the RP! I will also add the Cauldron into the main OOC so that players can note the existence/importance of it! Also, just fix the header, that I'm assuming is a logo of his name, before placing him in the char tab.
@Hoekage I'm currently working on a discord right now! Been weirdly busy this past week.
@Akayaofthemoon Juniper looks great! She is accepted. You did list Juniper as a detective/private investigator, which might've taken up a good chunk of her early adulthood to go through with. I'm sure that it all happened after the events within her backstory, though. So it should be fine! Just note that she would be within her wolf pack for some odd years+.
@Severance Spectacular character! He is accepted.
@Sanity43217 While your character concept is interesting, I'm afraid that I cannot accept him with that type of power. The witches/warlocks of this RP will follow the more ancient ways of witchcraft, in which were passed down from generation to generation. While the repertoire for spells is very broad, they will not have capabilities relating to technomancy.
@The Narrator Martin is accepted. While I do wish to read more about his character, I don't believe it's absolutely necessary since he can unfold as the RP plays out. While his abilities pertaining to the Loa and the Bokor are a little foreign to me, I believe the concept will add an interesting flare to the RP! I will also add the Cauldron into the main OOC so that players can note the existence/importance of it! Also, just fix the header, that I'm assuming is a logo of his name, before placing him in the char tab.
@Hoekage I'm currently working on a discord right now! Been weirdly busy this past week.
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That is what I meant so I will make sure to add it into the notes with a few other items that I realize now that I missed and wanted to up in lol :)
That is what I meant so I will make sure to add it into the notes with a few other items that I realize now that I missed and wanted to up in lol :)
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Could I reserve a spot for a Witch?
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@Lionhearted I feel you with the being busy, that's going to be me this whole week.
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DISCORD IS HERE.
Make sure to let me know who you are on RPGuild if your name is different on discord. I'll link this to the main OOC!
Make sure to let me know who you are on RPGuild if your name is different on discord. I'll link this to the main OOC!
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Don't know why, but it says the invite is invalid. Also, Jeremy was accepted right? Because it sounded like he was, but I guess it wasn't specifically said, and I'd prefer to be safe than sorry. Also I may end up changing his picture, and will probably run a few pieces of equipment by you in the discord to see if I can add them in later on.
Don't know why, but it says the invite is invalid. Also, Jeremy was accepted right? Because it sounded like he was, but I guess it wasn't specifically said, and I'd prefer to be safe than sorry. Also I may end up changing his picture, and will probably run a few pieces of equipment by you in the discord to see if I can add them in later on.
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@Rabidporcupine Sorry for the confusion! Jeremy is accepted. Try this link to see if it helps! I'll await your message on discord to discuss your character further! :)
@SamaraJayne96 Sure thing!
@SamaraJayne96 Sure thing!
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@Lionhearted here she blows
 𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 | 𝚌𝚘𝚗-𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝 • 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟷 || 𝟸𝟼 • 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 • 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 • 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 Sascha Dietrich’s allure is much the same as the forbidden apple’s. With her messy dark hair streaked in boxed blonde bleach and the black clothes inspired by the nineties’ grunge wave, Sascha might as well have a sign on her that says ‘I’M BAD’. Of course, don’t always buy into how she seems. Such a state is only her default form, but Sascha is like a chameleon and can change her skin as she sees fit. Sascha treats her body as a blank slate: her face is attractive, but unforgettable under the right circumstances, and her body is short with sharp curves yet nothing immediately stands out. When she wants to, Sascha transforms herself into another person without even applying extensive make-up. She can use her upturned nose to emphasize a snooty personality, or her wide smile to portray a welcoming persona. Despite this camouflage, there are two features that remain unsettling about her: her pronounced canines and her amber eyes that appear a light brown until a light hits it just right – and then it seems to glow unnaturally. 『 "measure twice, cut once. cash money flow." 』 |
𝗣 𝗘 𝗥 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡 𝗔
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Sascha Dietrich is not a good person. She knows this, and she doesn’t care. After spending her youth pondering right and wrong, Sascha somehow ended up seeing only the middle gray. Ever since, Sascha has been teetering in slight nihilism – she sees the extremes on the moral compass, but likes to navigate in the “immoral, but not deplorable” area. She’s selfish and takes what she wants, working towards surviving with no care of how it affects others, and emotionally has distanced herself from people. Becoming antisocial makes it easier to take advantage of people, especially when you assume the worst. When you have no care for how your thieving affects others, you begin to take more than needed; Sascha has become quite greedy since she was younger, taking and taking because she never had to stop before.
As a youngling, Sascha was bright. Sascha nurtured the intelligence she was born with and sharpened her wits to a fine point; now, she uses her cunning against others. With her clever mind, Sascha has become strategic and methodical. She has long since perfected the ability to take emotions out of her process, seeing only plans and methods, attacking her problems with thorough solutions and backup solutions (and more backup solutions). Sascha thinks rationally, seeing the bigger picture and mentally calculating the losses and gains in her plans – most often disregarding the consequence her conning will have on her marks. In such a way, Sascha is a perfectionist and must have everything work out exactly as she had planned it (lest she end up in jail). To execute her schemes, she has become quite skilled in manipulation; she uses her skills in acting and lying to take advantage of people and their weaknesses.
All of this is behind closed eyelids, though. People don’t see the calculation going on in her brain. Instead, they see a cold-hearted bitch with a severe lack of manners. Sascha is blunt and seems to have no filters, but all her honesty is in pointing out the flaws in others without revealing anything about herself. She keeps her cards close and doesn’t let anyone have a peek over her shoulder. When in contact with other people, she is derisive, scathing, and utterly dismissive of others’ feelings. She callously does whatever she wants with no regard of anyone else. However, Sascha is nothing if not adaptable. At the tip of a hat, she can adapt her personality and demeanor to fit the person she is talking to if it suits her purposes – when in a new area, she makes sure to come off friendly to most people in case they come in handy later.
As a youngling, Sascha was bright. Sascha nurtured the intelligence she was born with and sharpened her wits to a fine point; now, she uses her cunning against others. With her clever mind, Sascha has become strategic and methodical. She has long since perfected the ability to take emotions out of her process, seeing only plans and methods, attacking her problems with thorough solutions and backup solutions (and more backup solutions). Sascha thinks rationally, seeing the bigger picture and mentally calculating the losses and gains in her plans – most often disregarding the consequence her conning will have on her marks. In such a way, Sascha is a perfectionist and must have everything work out exactly as she had planned it (lest she end up in jail). To execute her schemes, she has become quite skilled in manipulation; she uses her skills in acting and lying to take advantage of people and their weaknesses.
All of this is behind closed eyelids, though. People don’t see the calculation going on in her brain. Instead, they see a cold-hearted bitch with a severe lack of manners. Sascha is blunt and seems to have no filters, but all her honesty is in pointing out the flaws in others without revealing anything about herself. She keeps her cards close and doesn’t let anyone have a peek over her shoulder. When in contact with other people, she is derisive, scathing, and utterly dismissive of others’ feelings. She callously does whatever she wants with no regard of anyone else. However, Sascha is nothing if not adaptable. At the tip of a hat, she can adapt her personality and demeanor to fit the person she is talking to if it suits her purposes – when in a new area, she makes sure to come off friendly to most people in case they come in handy later.
L I K E S
D I S L I K E S
H A B I T S & Q U I R K S
H O B B I E S
F E A R S
« money. »
« pastries. »
« winning. »
« steak, blue done. »
« simplicity. »
« anything with caffeine. »
« strawberry milk. »
« pastries. »
« winning. »
« steak, blue done. »
« simplicity. »
« anything with caffeine. »
« strawberry milk. »
D I S L I K E S
« losing. »
« being touched. »
« hard-to-read people. »
« sausage. »
« cigarettes. »
« stale water. »
« birds. »
« being touched. »
« hard-to-read people. »
« sausage. »
« cigarettes. »
« stale water. »
« birds. »
H A B I T S & Q U I R K S
« her lip quivers only when she's upset; if it's not quivering, she's faking her emotions. »
« tends to twist one of her rings around her finger until its raw; usually under stress or when thinking. »
« is pretty good at imitating animal sounds. »
« tends to twist one of her rings around her finger until its raw; usually under stress or when thinking. »
« is pretty good at imitating animal sounds. »
H O B B I E S
« researching marks. »
« playing darts. »
« parkour. »
« playing darts. »
« parkour. »
F E A R S
« ornithophobic (fear of birds). »
« being unable to move. »
« emotional attachment. »
« being unable to move. »
« emotional attachment. »
𝗢 𝗥 𝗜 𝗚 𝗜 𝗡 𝗦
P L A C E O F O R I G I N
B A C K G R O U N D
A B I L I T I E S
Sachsen-Anhalt, Deutschland.
« Saxony-Anhalt, Germany. »
B A C K G R O U N D
Sascha Dietrich is German, but if you ask her old schoolmates, Sascha is an ossi – an East German. Even though she was born after Germany had reunited, Sascha’s childhood felt the tremors of the German separation. Saxony-Anhalt experienced a high unemployment rate and Sascha was born into a poor family. When she was only four years old, Sascha’s father left Saxony-Anhalt to find and job to support Sascha and her mother. Sascha never really got to know her dad and mostly grew up with her mother, getting a bundle of money every other month. It was never enough, though. Sascha’s mother got sick, really sick, and the hospital bills were too expensive for the money they were receiving. Vividly, Sascha remembers writing a letter to her father, asking him to send more money because “mama is dying”. She was ten years old when her mother finally passed.
At ten, there was no conceivable way for Sascha to support herself. She gathered the last envelope of money her father sent and used it to buy a train ticket to the return address. When she arrived, she found more than expected – her father had moved on, in his time away from her mother. He had found a new wife, with two stepdaughters Sascha’s age and a biological son five years younger than her. Sascha was livid – her mother would have lived if her dad hadn’t needed to support another new family. She had nowhere to go, though, and her father took her in. Living with her dad left Sascha feeling numb. Her stepsisters disliked her and had no problem showing it, her new schoolmates teased her for being an ‘ossi’, and her father attempted to build a relationship with her but it always fell flat. She resented him. So much so, that at fifteen, she stole all his money out from under him and booked a one way ticket to New York City. Good thing her English wasn’t that bad.
In America, she spent her teen years on the streets, evading social services. She made her money doing small time cons, hustling people out of their money with street tricks and pickpocketing. Petty thievery also helped her way. The more and more she stole, though, the more and more she wanted. Soon, Sascha was running long cons and cheating people out of money by preying on their sympathy. She would bounce around the United States, sometimes dipping her toes into Canada, making as much money as she could.
Sascha was in Washington. It was a chilly night and she was out with a camera, noting down her mark’s schedule and gathering intel. She felt like she was being watched, but after glancing around and peering into suspicious cars, she shrugged it off. However, when a bush rustled behind her, Sascha booked it as fast as she could. Sascha could never recall having ever run as fast in her life, but she was no match for what was chasing her – she went down hard with something pressing against her back, then sharp teeth burrowing into the back of her calf. Sascha remembers the night with much contempt, the night that made her life a lot more complicated than she wanted it to be. The next morning, she left town without looking back, and it was days later when she started to truly understand what was happening to her.
Now, eight months later, Sascha finds herself in Salem, Massachusetts. Since her accident, she has stubbornly ignored the werewolf side of her and is in Salem in pursuit of money – the reappearance of a famous boxer, a total goldmine.
At ten, there was no conceivable way for Sascha to support herself. She gathered the last envelope of money her father sent and used it to buy a train ticket to the return address. When she arrived, she found more than expected – her father had moved on, in his time away from her mother. He had found a new wife, with two stepdaughters Sascha’s age and a biological son five years younger than her. Sascha was livid – her mother would have lived if her dad hadn’t needed to support another new family. She had nowhere to go, though, and her father took her in. Living with her dad left Sascha feeling numb. Her stepsisters disliked her and had no problem showing it, her new schoolmates teased her for being an ‘ossi’, and her father attempted to build a relationship with her but it always fell flat. She resented him. So much so, that at fifteen, she stole all his money out from under him and booked a one way ticket to New York City. Good thing her English wasn’t that bad.
In America, she spent her teen years on the streets, evading social services. She made her money doing small time cons, hustling people out of their money with street tricks and pickpocketing. Petty thievery also helped her way. The more and more she stole, though, the more and more she wanted. Soon, Sascha was running long cons and cheating people out of money by preying on their sympathy. She would bounce around the United States, sometimes dipping her toes into Canada, making as much money as she could.
Sascha was in Washington. It was a chilly night and she was out with a camera, noting down her mark’s schedule and gathering intel. She felt like she was being watched, but after glancing around and peering into suspicious cars, she shrugged it off. However, when a bush rustled behind her, Sascha booked it as fast as she could. Sascha could never recall having ever run as fast in her life, but she was no match for what was chasing her – she went down hard with something pressing against her back, then sharp teeth burrowing into the back of her calf. Sascha remembers the night with much contempt, the night that made her life a lot more complicated than she wanted it to be. The next morning, she left town without looking back, and it was days later when she started to truly understand what was happening to her.
Now, eight months later, Sascha finds herself in Salem, Massachusetts. Since her accident, she has stubbornly ignored the werewolf side of her and is in Salem in pursuit of money – the reappearance of a famous boxer, a total goldmine.
S E C R E T S
« she's a con-artist. »
𝗟 𝗬 𝗖 𝗔 𝗡
A B I L I T I E S
« Lycanthropy »
« Agile Beast »
« Swift Shifter »
L I M I T A T I O N S
Having been bitten, Sascha has the basic lycanthrope abilities at hand. Accelerated healing, supernatural strength, speed, and agility, etc. etc.
« Agile Beast »
Sascha has always been agile; she learned parkour (despite detesting the internet culture surrounding it) for the times she needed to escape and her werewolf abilities now enhance that. As such, Sascha is a flexible queen.
« Swift Shifter »
Sascha has a natural knack for changing from human to beast in a short amount of time.
L I M I T A T I O N S
« Mortality »
« Full Moon »
« Uncontrolled »
Sascha may have accelerated healing, but she can still be felled by the usual werewolf things: silver, beheading, etc etc. She also, unfortunate for her skin, ages.
« Full Moon »
Every full moon, Sascha forcefully shifts and experiences excruciating pain.
« Uncontrolled »
Sascha is extremely out of control of her wolf side. Even though she shifts quickly, she has little control over when and where she shifts; she changes with her emotions unfortunately. As a wolf, she is volatile and has little control over her aggression.
E X T R A
« Multilingual »
I have read the rules.
Sascha can speak English, German, and Ukrainian.
I have read the rules.
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@Lionhearted here she blows
𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑
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𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏
Sascha Dietrich’s allure is much the same as the forbidden apple’s. With her messy dark hair streaked in boxed blonde bleach and the black clothes inspired by the nineties’ grunge wave, Sascha might as well have a sign on her that says ‘I’M BAD’. Of course, don’t always buy into how she seems. Such a state is only her default form, but Sascha is like a chameleon and can change her skin as she sees fit. Sascha treats her body as a blank slate: her face is attractive, but unforgettable under the right circumstances, and her body is short with sharp curves yet nothing immediately stands out. When she wants to, Sascha transforms herself into another person without even applying extensive make-up. She can use her upturned nose to emphasize a snooty personality, or her wide smile to portray a welcoming persona. Despite this camouflage, there are two features that remain unsettling about her: her pronounced canines and her amber eyes that appear a light brown until a light hits it just right – and then it seems to glow unnaturally.『 "measure twice, cut once. cash money flow." 』𝗣 𝗘 𝗥 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡 𝗔P E R S O N A L I T YSascha Dietrich is not a good person. She knows this, and she doesn’t care. After spending her youth pondering right and wrong, Sascha somehow ended up seeing only the middle gray. Ever since, Sascha has been teetering in slight nihilism – she sees the extremes on the moral compass, but likes to navigate in the “immoral, but not deplorable” area. She’s selfish and takes what she wants, working towards surviving with no care of how it affects others, and emotionally has distanced herself from people. Becoming antisocial makes it easier to take advantage of people, especially when you assume the worst. When you have no care for how your thieving affects others, you begin to take more than needed; Sascha has become quite greedy since she was younger, taking and taking because she never had to stop before.
As a youngling, Sascha was bright. Sascha nurtured the intelligence she was born with and sharpened her wits to a fine point; now, she uses her cunning against others. With her clever mind, Sascha has become strategic and methodical. She has long since perfected the ability to take emotions out of her process, seeing only plans and methods, attacking her problems with thorough solutions and backup solutions (and more backup solutions). Sascha thinks rationally, seeing the bigger picture and mentally calculating the losses and gains in her plans – most often disregarding the consequence her conning will have on her marks. In such a way, Sascha is a perfectionist and must have everything work out exactly as she had planned it (lest she end up in jail). To execute her schemes, she has become quite skilled in manipulation; she uses her skills in acting and lying to take advantage of people and their weaknesses.
All of this is behind closed eyelids, though. People don’t see the calculation going on in her brain. Instead, they see a cold-hearted bitch with a severe lack of manners. Sascha is blunt and seems to have no filters, but all her honesty is in pointing out the flaws in others without revealing anything about herself. She keeps her cards close and doesn’t let anyone have a peek over her shoulder. When in contact with other people, she is derisive, scathing, and utterly dismissive of others’ feelings. She callously does whatever she wants with no regard of anyone else. However, Sascha is nothing if not adaptable. At the tip of a hat, she can adapt her personality and demeanor to fit the person she is talking to if it suits her purposes – when in a new area, she makes sure to come off friendly to most people in case they come in handy later.L I K E S« money. »
« pastries. »
« winning. »
« steak, blue done. »
« simplicity. »
« anything with caffeine. »
« strawberry milk. »
D I S L I K E S« losing. »
« being touched. »
« hard-to-read people. »
« sausage. »
« cigarettes. »
« stale water. »
« birds. »
H A B I T S & Q U I R K S« her lip quivers only when she's upset; if it's not quivering, she's faking her emotions. »
« tends to twist one of her rings around her finger until its raw; usually under stress or when thinking. »
« is pretty good at imitating animal sounds. »
H O B B I E S« researching marks. »
« playing darts. »
« parkour. »
F E A R S« ornithophobic (fear of birds). »
« being unable to move. »
« emotional attachment. »𝗢 𝗥 𝗜 𝗚 𝗜 𝗡 𝗦P L A C E O F O R I G I NSachsen-Anhalt, Deutschland.« Saxony-Anhalt, Germany. »
B A C K G R O U N DSascha Dietrich is German, but if you ask her old schoolmates, Sascha is an ossi – an East German. Even though she was born after Germany had reunited, Sascha’s childhood felt the tremors of the German separation. Saxony-Anhalt experienced a high unemployment rate and Sascha was born into a poor family. When she was only four years old, Sascha’s father left Saxony-Anhalt to find and job to support Sascha and her mother. Sascha never really got to know her dad and mostly grew up with her mother, getting a bundle of money every other month. It was never enough, though. Sascha’s mother got sick, really sick, and the hospital bills were too expensive for the money they were receiving. Vividly, Sascha remembers writing a letter to her father, asking him to send more money because “mama is dying”. She was ten years old when her mother finally passed.
At ten, there was no conceivable way for Sascha to support herself. She gathered the last envelope of money her father sent and used it to buy a train ticket to the return address. When she arrived, she found more than expected – her father had moved on, in his time away from her mother. He had found a new wife, with two stepdaughters Sascha’s age and a biological son five years younger than her. Sascha was livid – her mother would have lived if her dad hadn’t needed to support another new family. She had nowhere to go, though, and her father took her in. Living with her dad left Sascha feeling numb. Her stepsisters disliked her and had no problem showing it, her new schoolmates teased her for being an ‘ossi’, and her father attempted to build a relationship with her but it always fell flat. She resented him. So much so, that at fifteen, she stole all his money out from under him and booked a one way ticket to New York City. Good thing her English wasn’t that bad.
In America, she spent her teen years on the streets, evading social services. She made her money doing small time cons, hustling people out of their money with street tricks and pickpocketing. Petty thievery also helped her way. The more and more she stole, though, the more and more she wanted. Soon, Sascha was running long cons and cheating people out of money by preying on their sympathy. She would bounce around the United States, sometimes dipping her toes into Canada, making as much money as she could.
Sascha was in Washington. It was a chilly night and she was out with a camera, noting down her mark’s schedule and gathering intel. She felt like she was being watched, but after glancing around and peering into suspicious cars, she shrugged it off. However, when a bush rustled behind her, Sascha booked it as fast as she could. Sascha could never recall having ever run as fast in her life, but she was no match for what was chasing her – she went down hard with something pressing against her back, then sharp teeth burrowing into the back of her calf. Sascha remembers the night with much contempt, the night that made her life a lot more complicated than she wanted it to be. The next morning, she left town without looking back, and it was days later when she started to truly understand what was happening to her.
Now, eight months later, Sascha finds herself in Salem, Massachusetts. Since her accident, she has stubbornly ignored the werewolf side of her and is in Salem in pursuit of money – the reappearance of a famous boxer, a total goldmine.S E C R E T S« she's a con-artist. »𝗟 𝗬 𝗖 𝗔 𝗡
A B I L I T I E S« Lycanthropy »Having been bitten, Sascha has the basic lycanthrope abilities at hand. Accelerated healing, supernatural strength, speed, and agility, etc. etc.
« Agile Beast »Sascha has always been agile; she learned parkour (despite detesting the internet culture surrounding it) for the times she needed to escape and her werewolf abilities now enhance that. As such, Sascha is a flexible queen.
« Swift Shifter »Sascha has a natural knack for changing from human to beast in a short amount of time.
L I M I T A T I O N S« Mortality »Sascha may have accelerated healing, but she can still be felled by the usual werewolf things: silver, beheading, etc etc. She also, unfortunate for her skin, ages.
« Full Moon »Every full moon, Sascha forcefully shifts and experiences excruciating pain.
« Uncontrolled »Sascha is extremely out of control of her wolf side. Even though she shifts quickly, she has little control over when and where she shifts; she changes with her emotions unfortunately. As a wolf, she is volatile and has little control over her aggression.E X T R A« Multilingual »Sascha can speak English, German, and Ukrainian.
I have read the rules.tatiana maslany | #986D8E
I absolutely love the complexity of Sascha. She definitely seems like a character that has many layers to her and I don't doubt that she'll be a great addition to the RP! I look forward to seeing your creativity within the RP! Sasha is accepted.
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