Mikhail Rochdale

Misha (close friends and family only, seriously)

After all this time, does it really matter? (Appears to be in his twenties)

Male

Whatever he needs to get you hooked, baby

Single

Born Vampire

Mikhail is a tall man with a lithe build, not muscular but not skeletal either. Like his siblings, his features bear a striking resemblance to a frozen corpse: frosty pale skin with the slightest tint of deathly blue, unruly snow-white hair, and a set of piercing, ice-blue eyes. He looks great for his advanced age, the very picture of youth, and he can usually be seen with a cunning smirk on his lips and a dangerous glint in his eye. Royalty suits him well and he isn’t afraid to show it, wearing only the best and often adorned with rings and other finery.

Extremely charismatic with a haunting talent for reading people, Mikhail's outward personality can be whatever he needs it to be to get what he wants. He can just as easily play the part of friend or lover as he can tormentor or authority figure, and this two-faced tendency of his has worked more in his favour than against it over the years. While his sister may not believe him, Mikhail is genuinely devoted to the King and the Black Iris Society at large, though his motivations, sincere or otherwise, are unclear.

Mikhail is the type of man who is either a joy to talk to, or absolutely infuriating. A trait that some admire and some despise, he has a way of talking that ensures that whoever he's talking to only knows as much as he wants them to know. There are those who love him, those who hate him, and those who fear him, though they all seem to agree that he has the sort of smile that doesn't quite reach his icy eyes.

“History, legend, constructs of memory… after this long, who can tell which is which?”

The many, many years of Mikhail’s life have blended and blurred together, but it works out in his favour; he isn’t one to cling too closely to the past. Still, the basic details remain: he was born alongside his sister Irina long after his brother Dmitri, second in line for his father’s throne and perfectly content with that. His talent for manipulating people came out in his youth, one he spent getting into trouble only to weasel his way out of the consequences, much to his dutiful twin’s considerable chagrin. Not the leader his brother was and lacking the martial talent of his sister, Mikhail settled comfortably into the shadows, capitalizing on his unmatched skill with people and spinning a vast web that grew over the years to entangle just about everything in the Society's domain.

Centuries of making connections, allies and enemies alike have put Mikhail in the enviable position of ‘knowing a guy’ for just about everything, trading both in gold and favours, ever plucking the strings of the underworld and knowing just the ones to pull. Well on his brother’s good side, he’s set for a position of high influence should his father die or abdicate, and is well equipped to use every puppet at his disposal for the benefit of himself and the Society alike.

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Mikhail is judgemental in general, and prone to thinking less of 'lower' species, though he isn't so naive as to underestimate them.

As eternal life can grow dull even with one's ear to the proverbial ground, Mikhail peppered his life with bouts of travel, unconsciously following chaos around the world and as such, has borne witness to a number of important historical events. Even now he finds it fun to spice things up with the occasional personal undertaking of a Black Iris Guard mission, or even just shedding the title of prince for a while and seeing what he can find among the commoners. Of course, a bit of arrogance and an air of self-importance usually cuts those little excursions short.

He doesn't go hands-on often, but those in the know have heard that he often employs and even delights in cruelty, though whether this is purely for fun or to send a message to those who oppose him is up for speculation.

Dmitri Rochdale

Dima (friends and family, though he won’t balk if you call him that)

As far as the years have dragged him, his goal still lies ahead (Appears in his thirties)

Male

Asexual

Single

Born Vampire

Dmitri is fairly tall, a bit shorter than his younger brother Mikhail but makes up for it with a more solid, muscular build. He shares the same white hair, pale skin and ice-blue eyes as his siblings, but looks the part of eldest, appearing somewhere in his thirties. He usually wears something between a kind expression and a solemn thousand-yard stare, rarely outwardly emoting beyond a polite smile or disappointed glare. He keeps himself neat and tidy and wears clothes that are simple, but refined; he takes pride in his position, but doesn’t flaunt, usually avoiding jewelry and extravagant clothes unless necessary.

First and foremost, Dmitri is a gentle soul. Calm and quiet, he takes more after the gentle touch of his mother than the iron fist of his father. Still, he has a commanding presence; though he speaks softly, people tend to listen. Subdued by the centuries of hardship, conflict, and suffering he witnessed his people subjected to, he can seem quiet, even a little somber at times. Still, with others around he does his best to portray the persona of a strong, reliable heir to his father’s throne.

His calm and mellow demeanour often clashes with his brother’s airy confidence and his sister’s intensity, and he often finds himself playing mediator, a skill that has served him well diplomatically in the past. While he questions his father’s methods and intentions, Dmitri remains loyal to his father and the Society, holding duty above all else.

Dmitri clings more to his memory than his brother does, though lacking the uncanny retention of his sister, it still blurs in places. Some memories are crystal clear, like the day his father and the Council commanded all members of the Black Iris Society to retreat into the shadows or the night that he lost his first friend to the stake. Other times, his memory slips; the smoke and shouting of the night his home was raided by villagers with stakes and torches sometimes slides into the hellish cacophony of mortar fire pounding above as he fought in the trenches of World War I. Over the years he’s kept careful journals, and the pressing details of his life are well recorded.

He was the first child of King Astris Rochdale and his wife, a Russian vampiress whose heritage shone in the names of her children. Dmitri was born some time before the Society ordered its members into hiding, and as such he remembers a time when supernatural species did not hide their nature from their human neighbours. Or at least, not on Council command. But he saw firsthand the barbarism and scorn with which the humans persecuted his people, saw how his own kind and other supernatural species consumed, butchered and cursed them in return. He saw neighbourhood healers strung up as consorts of the Devil, saw entire villages wiped out by gluttonous werewolves, saw vampires steal children only to have themselves and their whole families strung up in the sun for their crimes. What tortured him, though, was that he also saw his people and the humans coexist; a coven of witches who warded their town from evil, a vampiric scholar who uplifted his village with knowledge, werewolf packs who hunted dangerous game for their fellow man when food was scarce, and all along he saw humans who would defend their mythical allies from those who would see them burn.

Dmitri was heartbroken when the order came to hide from humans, but he understood why it was given; though he had hope that his people could coexist peacefully with humans, it was a time when fear and distrust infected humans and the supernatural alike like a plague, poisoning any and all interaction and dooming it all to conflict. As the years wore on, though, he kept waiting for a time when the world could develop enough for a second chance at coexistence, only to find that history had a dastardly way of repeating itself.

With members of the Black Iris long faded into myth and superstition, those he saw as war-hungry humans did what they always did and turned on each other. Bloody battles raged with the supernatural safely in the shadows, though they were not impervious to infighting either. The years between conflicts blend together, but one he remembers well was the First World War, a conflict the scope of which neither he nor anyone had ever seen before, nor expected to see again. Unable to escape conscription without arousing suspicion, Dmitri ended up in the trenches, fighting alongside human soldiers. By then he had grown jaded, seeing humans as vicious warmongering beasts beyond salvation, and he expected the deadliest war in human history to only further confirm his suspicions. But, as he fought as well as he could without drawing attention to his superhuman abilities, the incredible determination, courage, and sacrifice of his fellow soldiers showed him a side of humanity he hadn’t seen since before the Black Iris order was given. The lengths they went to to protect and save each other were astounding, and their impossible ability to hold onto morale in the jaws of hell without even the assurance of superhuman resilience to cling to stuck with him long after the war was over. He knew redemption was possible. He just needed to find a way to effect it.

He abandoned combat altogether after the war ended, turning his focus to diplomacy. There was much work to be done internally before he could even think to turn his intentions to reconciliation with the humans, but to this day he works tirelessly toward his goal, deaf to the disapproval of his father and his peers and eyes focused firmly on the future.

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Dmitri doesn’t make judgement on species; he sees value and potential in all of his subjects, whether they’ve realized it or not.

Irina Rochdale

“That’s Commander to you.”
Ira (friends and family); Zima (by Mikhail cause he’s a dick); the King’s Rose; Commander

348 (Appears in her late twenties)

Female

She really doesn’t have time to spend figuring out something so unimportant

Single

Born Vampire

Irina is tall for a woman at 5’7” with a lithe figure possessing more strength than meets the eye. Usually stone-faced or scowling, she shares the same hair, skin and eye colour as her brothers, with the exception that she can often be seen with her eyes coloured gold with bloodlust. She is the very embodiment of “serious”, standing rigidly straight and moving with purpose. She cuts a surprisingly imposing figure in her Black Thorn Commander’s uniform, ironically coloured white to identify her as commander rather than a regular officer. She hasn’t worn a skirt since 1700 and doesn’t intend to, wearing only clothes she could fight in and preferring the sharp cut of her uniform. She does, however, have a soft spot for dark lipstick and eyeliner.

In a word, Irina is intense, and the first thing many people notice about her is a piercing, judgemental gaze that seems to go right through you. That is accurate to her personality as well: she sizes up everyone she sees, gauging their strengths and weaknesses. Rigid, blunt, cold, and ruthless, she fulfills the stereotype of a military commander to a T. She speaks quickly and concisely and only wants to hear you talk long enough to get the information she needs, having no patience for pretty words or idle chatter. Mercy isn’t a word in her vocabulary and she takes her duty deadly seriously, and God help anyone who stands in her way.

Born alongside her twin Mikhail a few decades prior to the King’s command, Irina doesn’t remember much about the days before the Black Iris segregated itself from humans. With Dmitri centuries older than her and occupied in his duties as heir, and Mikhail entirely insufferable, Irina looked to her militant father for companionship. With his guidance, she turned her temper into something constructive, and put her determined, discipline-hungry mind to good use by learning combat. From the moment she picked up a bow as a child, she fell in love with the art of battle, learning to wield any weapon she could get her hands on and finding a particular friend in the rapier.

As she grew older, her potential grew clearer and clearer to her father, and soon he allowed her to join the Society’s armed force, the Black Thorn. Her capability was quickly proven and her skill shone among her peers, and she rose through the ranks quickly, eventually taking her place at her father’s side as Commander of the Thorn. As Commander, she controls the Thorn and directly commands its most elite forces. While the bulk of the Thorn investigates and tries law-breakers within the Black Iris, Irina and her highest officers take on the most dangerous threats, be they powerful Black Iris members or human Hunters getting a little too close.

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As part of her uniform, Irina at all times wears a rapier on her left hip. The handle and guard are decorated with white enamel and a few rubies, and its name is Ukus Zimy, “Winter’s Bite.”

Llewellyn Vespasian Baines

Lyn, but very rarely. He prefers his full name.

Looks 22

Male

Bisexual

Single

Witch

Llewellyn has forest green eyes and soft brown hair that's often tucked up into a messy bun or a ponytail. His birthmark is a palm-sized star under his left collarbone, but he wears a lot of layers and full-length clothing as he feels most comfortable with little skin showing. As a field and research paleontologist, he has incorporated pale, sandy-colored clothing into his wardrobe alongside smooth black. He dresses for a mix of comfort, practicality, and personal style. The way he carries himself is easy and elegant.
His fingers are stained black.

Llewellyn is introverted and lonely. He doesn’t like to initiate conversation and is a bit of a softie, especially for horses. He’s very adverse to physical contact. Lyn has trouble sleeping on top of ADHD, so he has a very poor attention span. On the other hand, he’s very good at memorizing things and is an incredible strategist. He handles crisis well.
Llewellyn has an air of prestige about him and is an excellent liar. He is cold and curt to people he finds untrustworthy, but has a weakness for passionate people.

- Strategy and improvisation
- He’s a combat mage, and a damn good one
- He is an excellent horseback rider and has impeccable balance
- Best at mid- to long-distance combat, athletic and strong
- He specializes in osteomancy and golem formation and animation
- Bone tissue manipulation is natural to him, and he doesn’t tire easily from it

- He hates to be underprepared
- Although he’s good at thinking on his feet, he doesn’t react well to surprise
- Animation is horribly draining
- He gets horrible bloodlust
- His poor attention span can cause him to miss critical details

His early years were traumatic, and a lot of his aversions come from it- he doesn’t trust easily and he’s deeply reclusive. He was taken in by his mother’s sister and her family and it probably saved him.
Alas, he went dark again very quickly. It became too, too easy to switch his osteomancy over to human application, and he became terrifyingly successful at tearing an opponent’s entire skeletal structure out of their body and turning it on the person’s allies. Putting it bluntly, he became a serial killer.
Then he began construct work and animation, and it got worse. If the numbers were enough to warrant it, once he’d torn apart several people he’d force and amalgamate them into a bone golem. He can hold the structure easily, but it’s not as light or tireless as separate bones and animating it is hard. He can hold one for five minutes or two for three or so minutes, but he’s practically undefended during the time with how much focus he has to devote to it.
He has trouble sleeping, but despite all odds he’s a fundamentally kind person. He heals people and loves to help people learn. He’s literally an expert in the field of vertebrate and botanical paleontology, but he works as an intern at a natural history museum because it gives him better opportunities to interact with and teach others.

Matthew Clavane | #746363
If he intends to kill, he wears black and red. He’s fond of the smell of gasoline- it reminds him of taking boats and jetskis out on the lake with his cousins as a teen.

Gabriel Moravec Schovajsa

Gabe, Gabi, Mordred

18

Male

Strain't

Single

Human

Gabriel is very well-groomed and deliberate when it comes to looks. He has cold grey eyes framed by thick eyelashes, and his face is dotted with beauty marks, “imperfections” that he covers with makeup. His hair is naturally black but he often dyes it; at the moment, it's sage green. Gabriel wears primarily boots, leather jackets, jeans, and fitted tops, and he keeps two pistols holstered at the small of his back and knives concealed all over him. He has cigarette burns on perpetually bruised knuckles and lacerations across his arms and the palms of his hands from catching knives. There are more injuries and scars, of course, but the only other one ever visible is a small scar splitting his top lip.
His field gear includes a helmet with a comms display and night and thermal vision. There is armor lining his chest and shoulders, the tops of his arms, and the sides of his legs, but the rest is light and breathable. It has a deep hood and a removable half-mask.

Gabriel seems level-headed and quiet when unbothered but is bitter about a lot of things so he’s liable to snap at people. Avoids authority whenever possible and considers other people unintelligent and/or inferior unless proven otherwise. He has an evil-sounding but infectious laugh and a heavily accented, smoky voice. Falls hard and fast, knows it, and hates it.

- Excellent tracker
- Absurdly agile for a human from an expertise in freerunnning and parkour
- He can move without making a sound on almost all surfaces
- Uncanny hearing and 20|10 eyesight
- Polyglot
- Able to easily memorize plans and strategies and very good at creative and critical thinking
- Superior knife-wielding, dual-wielding, and armed or unarmed close combat
- He is very, very careful and prioritizes evasion over damage in a fight
- He uses surprise and speed for quick, clean kills

- Afraid of water
- He gets nightmares and his sleep suffers for it. This makes for a terrible attention span, and he’s more than once slipped up on a mission because he took to long to process what a comm order was saying.
- Afraid of dogs- this extends to most canines
- Short temper
- Weak to feints and grapples. He's not terribly strong.
- Trauma shutdowns, easy to overwhelm if exposed to a trigger. He'll all but give up.
- Alcoholic

The Schovajsas are a ruthless, enigmatic group of contract killers located in Iceland. They are known for their untarnished success rate and flexibility. Gabriel has been training since he physically could- he made his first kill at twelve and completed his first solo mission at age fourteen. He’s careful and efficient, and he’s still learning.
But he’s only human.
It was a slow buildup starting at age twelve, when he began to fear water; an incident here, a traumatic experience there. He began to crack. Not breakdowns, exactly, but shutdowns, and after coming back from a kill trip he’d hole himself up in his room for days on end. His hits were impeccable, but he had gone from laid back and spirited to… hollow. Like he no longer could take pleasure in anything. The only time he seemed to express anything was when his temper ran out.
His family was worried, and it was decided for him that he needed a break. A reset. Something to clear his head and refocus him and give him time to breathe.
So Vanja had taken him on a trip to America. It would be two weeks in New York, and they were free to do as they pleased. And it had worked! He was coming back to himself. He was smiling, laughing, enjoying it. They would walk around and do lame tourist-y things and eat expensive food and visit museums and parks.
And then one night, he came back to their hotel and found his sister torn apart and strewn around the room.

Timofei Rudenko | #d0858a
Likes ice cream. He owns a cinnamon sugar ball python. Frequent antihistamine use because he hates allergies leads to shakiness and nosebleeds. Prefers odd numbers and refuses to touch handrails.

Esther Frey

Essie, Ess. Use them as you please. She won't mention it.

20. Or at least, she says she is.

Female

Heterosexual

Single

Witch

Esther, at first glance, has an unremarkable appearance. She is slightly above average height, average build, just about average everything else. Underneath of her fringe, right in the middle of her forehead, is the birthmark of her species - a crescent moon. Even at home or around other witches, she prefers not to pin up her hair. Her eyes are naturally a very pale grey, often covered to seem dark brown by a glamour. Or contact lenses, if Esther's feeling lazy.

There's nothing about Esther that is out of place, but some find looking at her for too long somewhat unsettling. There's something uncanny about her and those eyes that do not blink nearly as much as any normal person should.

Her style is very elegant and feminine, wearing skirts and dresses year round, and she continues to perpetuate stereotypes by wearing a lot of black. As far as accessorising goes, Esther wears a lot of jewellery. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings, you name it, she's never seen without. She often fiddles with them when she gets nervous.

Esther appears reserved at first glance, but she's actually very sociable, breezing through conversations with her own unusual brand of charm. When she speaks, she comes off as cool and collected, though her voice carries a condescending air. Almost as if she thinks she is better than whoever she is talking to. Whether she actually does or not is up for debate, but it wouldn't be too far fetched.

Esther possesses strange trait inherited from her mother - the obsessive need for control. She has complete faith in her methods and the fact that they are better than anyone else's. She believes that people should do as she says, and refusal to do so wears her otherwise endless patience thin. When things don't go her way she also gets agitated. She prefers environments where it is easy to maintain some semblance of control. That is, smallish spaces with very few people in them. Anything else may be liable to making her stressed, something she does not deal with well.

► A skilled witch. She mainly makes potions, though she has a knack for glamours as well.
► Good at most household tasks - cooking, cleaning, the lot. Someone has to do them.
► Fairly athletic.
► Origami master of the modern age. She likes to fiddle.
► Sings well, but never in front of other people.

► A real control freak.
► Atrocious at most things involving teamwork.
► Afraid of crowds.
► Doesn't function well under pressure.
► Physically weak, with very little to offer for combat magic.

"Ah... isn't she just perfect? We don't need anyone else, dear," the woman in black said, cradling her child to her chest. She rocked back and forth in her chair, cooing affectionately. "Let's move to the countryside, darling. We'll live peacefully in the countryside, darling."

"She ought to be, after all of that trouble," her husband sighed. "Let's hope the next is easier, hmm?"

"Ah, dear. We don't need such silly things, we don't need more, do we? Isn't this wonderful? Isn't this enough?"

"Vivian, I thought-"

"Aren't I enough?"

"Well, I never said you weren't..."

"Aren't I enough, darling?"

"...Of course, dearest."

Esther, sole daughter of Raphael and Vivian Frey, born in a year no one cares enough to remember. The pitiful father that can't say no to his wife and the doting mother whose sweet smile conceals her true intentions. Indeed, as her childhood came and went, Esther became more and more like her mother with every passing day. Not only in appearance, but in personality too.

Her life has been, and still is, hectic. She lives in a household of seven, along with the general struggles of daily life, there's also the added trouble of being witches. Constant accidents, moving around whenever their ageing is too suspicious, the whole lot. For someone who enjoys stability, Esther's life is filled with chaos.

At present, she works at another branch of the Frey florist business, owned by her aunt. As expected, she is the one doing the brunt of the work. It operates like any florist would - selling flowers. Of course, if you'd like, there are other services for the supernatural. Potions, various magical herbs, or even a little bit of magic.

Artist: KD Chen | #978ab8
► The Frey Family
▼ The Frey Family is a large and ancient one. There are probably a hundred of them running around somewhere on the planet. The family branches interact with each other as little as possible, while all claiming to be the main family. They are all concerned for each other's safety, however. If one Frey is exposed as a witch, it doesn't bode well for the rest of them.

Cain Frey

His name has one syllable. Why would you want to do that?
(Cay has been making the rounds lately.)

No one's actually sure. He's probably 18 or 19. He looks older, though.

Male

Bisexual

Single

Werewolf

Cain looks nothing like anyone else in his family. For starters, he is substantially taller than all of them, at a comfortable 6'4 with a lean build. His face is more angular as well. Actually, he has quite pretty, feminine facial features, though they're partially covered by the mess that is his hair. Cain is a natural blond, but his hair is dyed dark blue. Neither colour stops him from standing out. His eyes are pink, which he makes no effort to cover up. Everyone just assumes they're not natural anyway.

If there's anything he shares with the other Freys, it's the ridiculous amount of jewellery he wears. A lot of it isn't visible underneath his clothes, but it's there. The most noticeable of them is all of the piercings he has. Interestingly, he doesn't have any other than on his ears. Cain's style is not very refined. He wears the same jacket to just about everywhere, regardless of the weather, and he has the ability to make everything he wears look like it's older than he is.

Cain gives off a certain aura. Tall, rough guy with an attitude and enough edge to cut vegetables with. He acts like it too, until you've been talking to him for longer than ten minutes. At that point, he gives up on whatever kind of guise he has.

He's very talkative to the point of being obnoxious to some. He can just talk for a very long time about nothing. The way Cain is feeling shows plainly in the way he talks and on his face. He's perfectly friendly and outgoing, though sometimes it seems he lacks the social awareness and comes off a little differently. He does like to tease, but rarely in a mean spirited way.

Cain seems like the kind of person who would be stubborn, however he's anything but. Simply put, he's a pushover. Maybe he'll say no at first, but if you don't mind pushing a little there's quite a lot he'll do for you. Or you can just use the right threats. He's just doesn't want to know what would happen if he said no - he's afraid of people leaving him, and can be quite clingy as a result.

► He's a werewolf. He's strong, agile, the whole lot.
► Good at playing the piano. It's probably his only hobby.
► Great at his job - the bit that doesn't need him to be a witch.
► Able to reach the top shelf, something other Freys can only dream of.

► He smokes. It's not the easiest thing to quit, but he's trying.
► Consequences? What are those?
► Weak-willed, he'll do nearly anything if you ask well enough.
► Has a few abandonment issues.

"Have you met my children, mother? Aren't they cute?"

"Children? Mara, what are you on about?"

"This one looks just like me, doesn't it? But not this one."

"These aren't yours. Who are they? Where are they from?"

"Maybe I should dye my hair..."

"Mara! Listen to me! What have you done!"

Cain isn't a Frey by blood. He's not sure when or where they got him from, because he doesn't remember much from his early childhood. He could probably make a decent estimate if he thought about it enough. Which he doesn't. Everyone he asks about his origins gives him a different answer. Truly, it's infuriating.

It would be hard to convince him he shared any DNA with the Freys - a blond werewolf in a family filled with tiny witches doesn't add up at all. He's not alone in being adopted, but even his younger 'brother', Abel, is more like everyone else. Short, blessed with dark hair and the pale shape of a moon on his hand. It's just so clear that Cain is different, and he gets treated like it too by his family.

He also works at his aunt's florist. As far as actually working with plants goes, he's pretty passionate about it. Even then, it's Esther who will be inheriting the business. Sometimes life doesn't go the way you want it to. Sometimes you realise that it never will.

It's best to just give up on your ambitions.

Artist: mikkat | #de74be
► The Frey Family
▼ The Frey Family is a large and ancient one. There are probably a hundred of them running around somewhere on the planet. The family branches interact with each other as little as possible, while all claiming to be the main family. They are all concerned for each other's safety, however. If one Frey is exposed as a witch, it doesn't bode well for the rest of them.

Katherine Lauren Brekker

The Rose Witch

419 years old (appears to be in her early thirties)

Female

Asexual

Single

Witch

Katherine is a tall, thin woman of clear french decent. Her skin is pale and smooth, her features, sharp, and carries the severe countenance one would consider on par with the Quote "dragon lady." She has an athletic physique akin to professional dancers and a natural grace. Her sense of fashion is a comfortable selection of suit pants, button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled up, and a tasteful vest to complete the look; not one for flashy jewelry, the only thing she wears is a family pendant around her neck, a simple gold cameo of her great-great grandmother. She keeps her hair short and slicked back with aromatic oils, preffering the professional look. Most of her upper body is covered in vines dotted with black roses that climb up her back, around her belly, and up to her wrists. These seem to originate from around the crescent moon mark she bears in the center of her back.

If one would ask Ms. Brekker what her virtue is, she would say her passionate drive toward her goals; the honest truth is her god is ambition. A cut throat business woman to her core, Katherine wouldn't think twice about doing what is necessary to accomplish her goals. that isn't to say she's a cruel or evil woman, more ao focused to the task at hand. Truly she believes she has the best interests of her kind (and the vampires and werewolves as well) at heart. Cunning and pragmatic, Katheirne bears a special hate for hunters and has dedicated her families meager holdings toward hunting the hunters, or contracting assassins to take them out. While she prefers to remain in the background, a figure in the shadows as it were, she's not above revealing herself to particularly aggravating quarry or the sort that has earned her begrudging respect. Respect the hunters she does, as they have proven canny, and capable.

Manipulation of information and people. In her line a work a silver tongue and eye for details is a key skill, one would say pivotal. Her ability to manipulate is on par with professional cons and if she hadn't gotten into the information business she would have become a grifter.

Gardening, a hobby, passion, and the key to her more perverse tools of assassination and torture. The family magic is based around the growing, care, and creation of unique flowering plants that are as deadly as they are beautiful.

A learned knife-fighter.

Illusion based magic and the manipulation of the senses.

Katherine has a deep and crippling phobia of fire. Whenever she sees fire, or even smells smoke Katherine will begin to hyperventilate and lock up on the spot.

Born at the height of the witch hunts in Europe, her coven lived a peaceful life in the French countryside, selling herbs and remidies to travelers. Kind to travelers and offering meals to anyone that asked, they were peaceful and Katherine was taught to never turn away those in need. After taking in a local farmer whom had broken his leg, Katherine accidentally revealed her ability to cast magic to the old man. The old man didn't react beyond restrained wonder and Katherine out it out her mind. The man left their home a week later, healed enough to make the journey back to his farm. That following night, men descended on their coven's camp with torches and steel. They burned her mother's garden, her mother with it. She would never forget the unearthly screams her mother manged before her flaming body stopped moving. The coven scattered into the night and Katherine lost her father to the chaos. Days she spent wandered the woodlands, getting by on what she could manage from nature.

For the next century the young witch would learn the cruel necessities of the world, she plied her once thought useless magic at manipulating the senses and became something of a con in the realm of man. Theft and lies became her truths, her means of making ends meet. this would evolve into a taste for blood as killing others in secret was much more profitable, and a good outlet for the anger and sorrow contained in her. One night she would find a cause beyond money and survival when she would stumble upon another coven, rather than burned outright they were bound in irons and in cages to be out through a trail, and then burned at the stake. She stole away into the jail, slit the throats of the guards and freed the other witches. It would be here she would learn of the hunters, one in particular, a man simply known as Lockwood. She would follow his activities, intent to end his life, but he would prove a deadly adversary, almost her last, and a teacher of sorts. Across the France they chased one another for the better part of a year as she built up a network until the night she was able to get her knives into him.

Fond of tea and grows her own blends.

Name: Athena Lovell
Nicknames: Nothing official
Sexuality: Pansexual if you must insist on labels
Relationship Status: Open
Species: She’s a witch darling

Indicators of her status as a powerful witch, both her crescent moon birthmark and her vibrant dark purple eyes are Athena’s most stunning features. Normally, her birthmark glows pale white, however, depending on the amount of magic Athena uses, her birthmark has been known to glow even brighter. Contrasted with her olive complexion and raven hair, her look has often been called striking. Athena, well, she agrees. A full mouth, high cheekbones and wide eyes, her conventionally attractive features, curvy figure, and deep pocket, has often been used to her advantage. While everything about her look screams woman, two deep dimples give a hint of the innocent and naive person hidden behind her assured persona.

Often clad in expensive, well-fitted clothing, Athena cuts an imposing figure despite her short height. Her air of self-assurance and confidence, coupled with her polished look have often intimidated or awed others. Easily distinguishable from the crowd, she has been at pains to ensure that her distinction from everyone has been for the right reason. Expertly covering up how insecure she is about her place and role in Black Iris, Athena portrays a confident, and vivacious persona.

A veritable social butterfly, Athena is a naturally gregarious flirt who simply enjoys people. She loves debating with others, but has been known to quell many arguments with a simple smile and a redirect. Despite having the reputation of knowing everyone and being friends with everyone, Athena has a very small circle of close friends. With these select people, Athena drops her graceful and confident mask. With those she trusts she is silly and slightly naive, in spite of her long life. She has a strong mothering instinct towards those friends, and can fall prey to a sob-story. While highly intelligent and ambitious, Athena is not particularly cunning and can therefore, sometimes be taken advantage of.

Some have guessed that she has a tendency to surround herself with others as a means to combat her internal loneliness, but none have dared say it to her face. And if they did, well who knows what might come for them under the cover of the shadows.

Born with purple eyes and a crescent moon birthmark, the sight of such an unnatural baby lead to panic in her household. The first known witch in her family, her mother tried to kill the young child. However, some self-preservation instinct kicked in and turned her bright purple eyes into an ordinary brown. Her once moon-shaped birthmark became a simple black mole. Convincing themselves that it was a trick of the light, her parents tried to raise the young girl as an ordinary child. Knowing from a young age that her magic was rarely if never, to be used she strangled any urge to cast. However, this forceful suppression of her magic manifested itself in uncontrollable casting. It started first in her sleep, where dreams of fairies would manifest into wispy tricks of light. But as she grew up, the strength of her magic grew too. One day, in anger, the young girl accidentally set fire to the thatch of a barn and the people in her village immediately turned her over to the Inquisition. The Spanish Inquisition had heard tales of a young girl born with purple eyes and a glowing moon on her forehead and eagerly seized the opportunity to sentence her, despite her age.

One of the youngest witches persecuted during the Basque Witch Trials, and with little training to her name, the Trial would have spelled the end of her short life. But rumours of a young, powerful witch had reached les Sorciѐres de la Lumière des Étoile— one of the oldest and most influential French covens. Saved, and transplanted from the small Basque village to the centre of Paris, she was named Athena. The newly named Athena tried her best to fit into the coven. Her earlier fear of magic turned to sheer joy as she learned French and magic at a rapid rate. Her coven mothers guessed that the suppression of magic lead to her birthmark glowing a soft, diffused white once she finally started tapping into and training her magic. Athena spent many years in Paris with the coven and helped oversee the shift to New York City as Europe became increasingly militant in wiping out all supernatural persons.

Now one of the senior most witches in her coven, Athena strives to maintain the legacy of the coven while cultivating a bright and secure future for all witches. Shedding the more restrictive rules of the coven, her coven now includes both female and male witches. And with each carefully selected member, Athena takes on a mothering role as she guides the witches to their fullest potential. For many centuries Athena was content in her role, but the security of Black Iris made her complacent. One night, during one of Starlight's rituals hunters attacked. She was able to get away and save many of her coven, however, other's were not so lucky. Watching so many of her coven fall to the hunters turned her frustration with humans into anger. What started out as an avenging quest, to kill the hunters who had murdered her coven, turned into a secret mission. To stop hunters from hunting supernaturals, by any means necessary.

Jenna Coleman | 801CA3
She has a black cat because she finds human stereotypes funny and also feels bad that black cats are left in shelters because of human superstitions.
Also her coven can be called SLE or Sorceresses of the Starlight if you wanna be fancy.

Name: Marion Beauchamp
Nicknames: Don’t.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Open
Species: Human

The first noticeable feature of Marion’s are his green eyes. Not for the color, of which they are a dark brown-green, but for the intense look. It can unnerve even the most hardened of hunters, as it feels as though he can see into your very soul. Evidence of his hunter life have aged him beyond his 37 years, and have forced wrinkles on his forehead, and grey in his thick wine-brown hair. He has large, capable hands filled with callouses from the hunting lifestyle. His hands, much like the man himself, can be deceptively strong. While only of average height, and with a decent amount of muscle tone, he seems to occupy a large presence. That could be due in part to the large, bulky coats he wears, or his scruffy beard and various scars scattered in every visible area, or even the impression he gives that there is more to him than might meet the eye.

His general lack of awareness, in his day to day, of himself, and his clothing almost seems deliberate. For the most part he dresses in soft cotton shirts, and pants with a bulky coat that seem to hold an innumerable amount of objects that he pulls out as, and when he needs. Most of his clothing is peppered with tiny rips, and cuts that he barely notices, and, even more rarely, fixes. However, this all changes when he is on a hunt or planning out the next hunt— both for himself and others. There, others will see a sharply focused man who pays a high level of attention to the image he projects when outside the walls of the Council of Hunters. He is able to blend in extremely well in a multitude of situations, and adapts his appearance as needed.

Marion spends most of his time in the Council, and especially in either his room or the library. When he does interact with people they find a wry, intelligent, and observant man. Occasionally funny, purposefully pre-occupied, and constantly on guard, Marion hides behind a carefully constructed wall. Most of the Council interact with him only up until a certain point. He is fiercely protective of his personal self, and prying information from him— when he doesn’t want to give up anything— is harder than killing the entire supernatural population with one feather. Basically, impossible.

If, however, one becomes his friend, they would find a genuine, and extremely loyal person. While sensitive Marion has learnt, or been forced, to become a harder version of himself. He places great weight on people’s capabilities, and once others have proved worthy of his respect he is willing to listen to them. Once he has placed his trust in someone, however, he would protect them till his last breath.

Born in the resort town of Banff in Canada, Marion spent his formative years growing up in the mountainous region. He learned how to track, and hunt animals from his father, as well as basic survival skills. When his younger brother Jason was born, Marion spent most of his pre-teen years looking after him and teaching him all he knew. He grew up in a storybook household, with loving parents and an adoring brother. But that all changed when a pack of rabid werewolves attacked. They massacred his entire town, leaving only a handful of the residents alive. Luckily both Marion and his younger brother survived. Grieving from the death of his parents, however, Marion poured everything he could into figuring out what killed his parents, and most of his town.

This lead him into the hunter world, as he slowly uncovered the truth about the supernatural community. Marion and Jason became hunters in due course, learning first from other hunters before branching out on their own. They tracked down the pack of werewolves that had almost completely massacred Banff and successfully avenged their town. But the hunting bug stuck. They became proficient hunters, who were known for their ability to never quit. But barely 5 years into hunting, disaster struck. A vampire took killed Jason during a routine hunt. With no family left, Marion became almost obsessed with hunting. Not caring for himself or his own life, Marion became known as the guy who’d take on any and all missions. However, as the pain lessened and Marion slowly developed a circle of friends, his all-in approach tempered into a meticulously planned one. He started to learn as much as he could about the creatures, and used knowledge gained from research when hunting supernatural creatures. But he never caught the vampire who killed his brother.

Tom Burke | A30000

Adam Carlito Flores

Addie (only his mother)

22

Male

Bisexual

Single

Werewolf

Adam is 5’9”. He is half-Hispanic and a quarter-Indian. He has shoulder-length dark brown hair, pale blue-green eyes, and smooth skin that is maintained by a high personal standard of hygiene. Sun-exposure freckles are scattered across his shoulders and face, most heavily concentrated across his nose and cheekbones. A single dimple gives him a lopsided, but not unkind, grin. A thin scar runs from the outer edge of his collarbone to just shy of his jugular, and mirrored arcs of bite scars mar the smattering of marigolds tattooed on his right bicep. Adam keeps his hair loose or in a bun, and wears comfortable work clothes that can be easily replaced (e.g., jeans and t-shirts).

Adam is determinedly cheerful and chooses to see the best in every situation and person. He is hardworking and a fast learner in physical skills, but he lacks experience in most social graces, and he doesn’t see the point in “pinkie fingers and whatnot.” He values and protects his family above all else. This applies to blood family as well as chosen family.

✣ Extremely agile
✣ Quick healing
✣ Strong from farm work
✣ Plays guitar
✣ Good with animals
✣ Excellent balance on horseback

✣ Naive
✣ Bit of a pushover
✣ Horribly clumsy unless on horseback
✣ Ignorant to political environments and the delicate touch they require
✣ Small for a werewolf (7’6” at tallest)
✣ Unadjusted to his shifted form, and prefers not to shift at all
✣ Poor control of shifted form

Adam moved from Chihuahua, Mexico, to El Paso, Texas, after his mother accepted a job there. His father raised Adam and his three younger siblings on a mid-sized ranch. They lived a peaceful life for several years, until Adam was thirteen. Adam and his youngest brother, Samuel, were attacked by a deranged werewolf. Samuel died, and Adam turned very shortly afterwards.
Adam is terrified of his wolf manifestation. His refusal to transform lasted six years, at which point he slowly began using the speed and endurance it granted him. He tracks well enough, and his agility stems from experience with herding cattle.

Avan Jogia | Color Code: #FFE34C
Adam firmly believes that the best way to get to know someone is over a few good beers.

Maxima Jian

Max, never Maxima

Appears to be in her late twenties

Female

Asexual

Single

Witch

Maxima is 5’ 3”. She is a quarter-Chinese, and she has delicate features framed by choppy dark brown hair. Her brilliant orange eyes are masqueraded as contacts for curious humans, and her crescent-moon birthmark sits just above the curve of her lower left jaw. Due to a childhood incident that she refuses to talk about, she has jagged white scars criss-crossing her body. Three of these run parallel to each other: from her left ear, through her birthmark, across her mangled lip, and just past the center of her face. While she embraces the scars that line her body, she prefers to cover the lower half of her face with an elaborate metal mask that bears a contorted grin. Her birthmark, which is hidden by the mask, glows orange when she uses plasma magic, giving the abnormally wide smile a demonic edge. Max usually wears practical clothes and thick steel-toe boots, but she will don an oversized bomber jacket over fitted black in a semblance of formal wear.

Max is honest to the point of bluntness. She can be insensitive because she mostly lacks empathy, and she is fond of “affectionately” calling people rude names. She is suspicious of strangers but fiercely protective of those she holds dear. Rules chafe her, and, while she doesn’t outright break them (usually), she definitely bends them to accommodate her whims. She encourages independent thinking, and she is more than tolerant of any form of self-expression, especially from children.

Max specializes in fire magic. She has taught herself to manipulate progressively hotter fire, and finally broke through to plasma. Manipulating at such high temperatures is incredibly draining, and she can only sustain the heat for one or two minutes. She also specializes in ornate detailings for a vast range of items, from jewelry to weapons to doors. The flames required for such work are much more easily maintained.

☼ Little patience for pleasantries or time-consuming tasks
☼ Regularly ‘bends’ the rules to speed up or enhance her work (usually let off with a warning or minor punishment)
☼ Cannot easily wield flames larger than her head or smaller than a refrigerator.

Even before Max was born, the Jian name was known for incredible workmanship. Her mother and father founded a detailing shop just before Max’s brother, Fai, was born. Tall tales of a burning child forced to fight all manner of beasts prefaced the death of her father, who died in a freak fire. Marena, her mother, whisked Max and Fai off to America, where they rebuilt their lives.
Max started working at her mother’s shop from an early age, but her brother had a greater interest in the human world, so he worked at a local clothing store. When Max was fourteen, Fai was shot and killed by a human at the store. Max hunted down and killed the human, taking the flintlock that had killed Fai.
From that point on, Max threw herself into her magic. She had a particular fascination with testing the heat limits that she could manipulate, and she spent hundreds of years pushing the thermometer higher. Finally, she had a breakthrough: plasma. Although the process drains her incredibly quickly, she has taught herself to wield this volatile substance until she could maintain control for a minute or two. Her mother’s delicate magic has also permeated Max’s, and she has a high level of expertise in creating minute details. This skill has brought several influential faces through the shop doors of "Revival" in search of finery.

Jennifer Du | Color Code: E78411
Max is fond of chocolate oranges, but dislikes all other types of candy.

Leila Pinard

Lei, Lollipop (her dad), Lilo, basically any recognizable variation of her name

Who even keeps track anymore? (appears to be about 25)

Female

Pansexual

Single?

Born Vampire

Leila is 5’11”, but her gentle demeanor often makes her seem smaller. She is South African, and her deep bronze skin, which is splattered with faint freckles, belies her vampiric nature with its pallid undertone. Her hair, currently a soft pink, is never one color for more than a year at a time, and she frequently styles it herself. Soft grey eyes and a gently rounded nose contrast her sharp jawline, enabling her to switch from genial to imposing with a small shift in posture. She has a simple fashion style that leans towards femininity, composing mostly of colorful blouses, dark pants, and sundresses. She frequently dons wide-brimmed hats and thin shawls to ward off the worst of the sun.

Easy-going and patient, Leila is a calming force to those whom which she interacts. She is empathetic and generous, and her astute nature allows her to reflect the behaviors of her clients to make them more at-ease. On the flip side, Leila is a bit of a push-over. She is trusting to the point of naivety, and her instinct to read people and adapt to their behavior has caused her to have deep-rooted feelings of fraudulence.
She values emotional stability and peace above all else. She will bend the truth to whatever shape necessary in order to preserve someone’s feelings, and she was one of the strongest supporters of the King’s decision to separate from the humans.

❁ Golden-tongued and incredibly intuitive
❁ Green thumb, especially with hydrophytes
❁ Quick linguistic learner
❁ Vampiric supernatural abilities

❁ Imposter syndrome
❁ Overly passive
❁ Self-doubt and timidness
❁ Poor relationship skills

Leila was born in South Africa in the early 1400’s to the Khaiǁkhaun clan of the Nama group of the Khoikhoi people. Humans and non-humans intermingled freely within her community, so she had a relatively peaceful childhood. She discovered her passion for plants in her early “teens,” and she experimented (to the best of her ability) with differing water and sunlight levels. In about 1460, she traveled with a handful of other non-humans up through the African continent to Europe. From there, they went to the newly discovered Americas, where they began to create a new life in Boston.
In 1643, Leila traveled back to her home, where she encountered the Huguenots that would settle in the Cape of Good Hope. She befriended a couple: Jacques Pinard and Marthe le Fèbre. Through them, she learned French and Dutch, and she became fascinated with learning languages. Leila went back to Boston in 1689 with three of the younger generation of the colony: Marion Levere and Anne and Claude Guyot. She helped them set up a life in a small town a bit away from the city. Claude and Marion wanted to start a family somewhere quiet, and Salem was beautiful in the fall. She returned to the other vampires with whom she had first come, and they invested in a textile company.
Leila returned to Salem in 1691, but tensions between humans and non-humans had been escalating rapidly, and Marion warned Leila to stay away for her own safety. Not even a year later, the Salem Witch Trials began, and Marion was tried and killed at the recommendation of Anne. Claude took their two-year-old daughter, Sophie, and fled to Boston. Leila helped them relocate down to Santa Fe, Florida, and she herself left for New Amsterdam, which would eventually be recreated into New York. Leila has changed her identity several times since then, but she has remained in the area to the present.

Flaviana Matata | Color Code: #66C266
Leila has a greenhouse with several aquariums of differing sizes for her hydrophytes.

Milos Moana

None at the moment

Appears 25

Male

Pansexual

Single

Born Vampire

Being neither short nor not quite tall, Milos stands at an average height of 5’10. He keeps a fit lean physique with the majority of his height coming from long lithe legs. Under carefully groomed brows sit a pair of cunning amber-gold eyes. His skin is made up of warmer tones and is a light brown in color. His hair is made up of ear length black windblown curls that seem to always fall in place. Milos takes great pride in his appearance and one will rarely; if ever see him in a disheveled state. His taste in clothing ranges from classy casual to styles through the decades and everything in between.From shoulder to fingertips an intricate tattoo trails down his arm in faded black ink.

Milos keeps a light charming aura about him and his silver-tongue helps him do so. He is known to be quite cunning and uses his craftiness to get what he wants. He can be a complete diva and does have selfish tendencies from time to time. His tongue is as quick as his wit and often takes great pleasure in toying with others. He can usually be seen with a debonair grin and an equally alluring glint in his eyes. He has quite the talent of persuasion and prefers to handle a situation through words before resulting to physical means. That or either get someone else to do so for him. Despite popular belief, Milos does have something resembling a heart. For those he deems worthy of his affection, he will gladly have their backs. Milos cares for others rather deeply; he just has odd ways of displaying this affection. He is a total music buff and has attended a many concerts in his long life.

+Persuasive
+Cunning
+Vamparic Strength
+Adaptable
+Ambitious
+Musically Inclined: Decent singing voice and can play the piano.

-Stubborn
-Reckless
-Jealous
-Selfish Tendencies
-Self-Doubt

+Owner of The Legacy Bar.
+It has been 45 years since the incident.| Color Code #FFD700

Elias Varga

Eli

36

Male

Bisexual

Single

Human

Being on the taller end of the spectrum, Elias stands at height 6'0" and weighs in at around 180 lbs. of solid muscle. He has a rather sturdy physique garnered from an active lifestyle and the amount of exercise that he does in his downtime. His hair is made up of short inky black locks that are styled in what can be described in a messy faux-hawk trailing middle of his head with the sides being a faded buzz. Below equally dark brows sit a pair of watchful cognac-brown eyes. His nose is more roman being slightly crooked most likely from being broken in the past. A few days worth of facial hair lines his jaws and chin. A various number of lightly colored scars are scattered here and there contrasting against his tanned skin the most commonly noticed is a small scar that runs through his left brow. Among the scars are a few tattoos scattered here and there, the one that carries the most weight is Lucia's baby footprint and birth-date tatted in numeric numbers over his heart. Elias can usually be seen dressed in old jeans, form fitting tank top tattered leather jacket,and equally ragged combat boots.

Reliable, passionate, devoted, daring, and just a tad bit impulsive. To put things simply Elias is a guard dog. Protective of those he actually cares for and a real thorn in the side for those he does not. His mouth has gotten him into more trouble than he ever cares to admit and his quarrelsome tendencies do not help much either. Despite his hot-headed tendencies, Elias is generally a laid back individual.He rather enjoys the company of others- craves it even. Though when he wishes to be alone then he wishes to be completely alone. His biggest downfall would have to be his actions are mostly based on his emotions. When it comes to thinking before acting he flounders. Often letting his emotions get the better of him at that moment and then regretting it later.

+Hand to Hand Combat: Up close and personal. Elias prefers this method of combat above all else. His training in kickboxing makes him a formidable opponent.
+Marksmanship: He is no sharpshooter but, time as a hunter has greatly improved his accuracy.
+High Pain Tolerance: Elias is tough. He can give a hit as well as take few too.
+Survival Skills: Over the years e has acquired basic survival and tracking skills.
+Basic First Aid
+Bilingual:Can speak fluent Spanish and English.

-Impulsive
-Emotional
-Hot Tempered
-Self-Destructive
-Stubborn

As a teen, Elias found himself rolling with a rough crowd. A life of gangs, thefts, and violence. It was in this same group that he met Melina. The couple dated on and off and it wasn't until they became pregnant did things change. With a baby on the way, it was then that Elias decided to clean up his life, the same couldn't be said for Melina. A few months after the baby was born, Melina left. Life as a young single father was hard but, they somehow always seem to manage.

Elias found himself taking whatever work he could to support his daughter and aging father. Even going as far as participating in less then legal jobs on the side. If it meant his family would be taken care it didn't matter. The small family though living from income to income, and just getting by was still a happy one. As the years passed all seemed to be going well. Lucia was doing well in school, his father's health seemed to be improving. However, the normality wouldn't last. Upon returning home one late night after a shift at his second job, Elias discovered the door to his home had been kicked in. Fearing the worst he rushed inside only to discover it was already too late. A starved inexperienced turned vampire had killed them. A fact that Elias wouldn't find out until his decent into the world of hunting. After five years of solo hunting Elias, made bit of name for himself. Angry, lost, and with a deep seeded hatred for all supernatural, he readily agreed to join the Council when approached and has been with them since.

| Color Code #BC8F8F

Henley Isabelle Kemper

Hen (by family only)

27

Self explanatory

Female

"Divorced"

Human

Henley has brown hair, naturally straight with little work, but can dry with natural waves as well. She prefers not to have short bangs, it's less of a distraction when she can tuck the stray strands behind her ear. She has blue eyes and eyebrows that arch up near the ends, and has been graced with a clear face after having some acne issues at a young age. Her lips are average, and aside from the comments about how her eyes sometimes stand out, it's her smile that most people remark over. Henley is proud of her physique, having kept up with her fitness and has strong calves (she is semi-thankful for her heels for that as well.) She has simple curves, Henley never achieved for looking muscular, and was never one to try to tan, even a day in the sun would give her a little burn.

Henley has always been a hard worker, having been raised by parents who started with nothing. She worked her way through life with doing odd jobs alongside her hunting career and it's made her a busy body who isn't used to prolonged breaks except behind closed doors. She happens to be overly ambitious, only wanting the best out of situations though she tries to understand some of those scenarios aren't possible. She is dedicated nonetheless, work and family are her priority so she's rather reliable and responsible.

Despite all these positives, she doesn't like to make permanent connections to others as easily as she did in the past. People die, and others betray you the second the wind blows the wrong way. She has let some past that superficial barrier she has up, but it has taken time.

Combat: She is well versed in hand and knife combat. It was hands on experience from her parents and side-hunting with them as a teenager that she bettered herself. She is agile due to her smaller figure, and being dedicated is why she continues to practice on bettering herself to prevent future injuries.

First aid: Her mother helped her to learn basic first aid and how to treat wounds specific to what she would encounter as she grew up into the profession she has now.

Perceptiveness: She is good at reading faces and trying to understand the way people react as they do or say the things they say. Sometimes she thinks she could have made a career out of this skill set alone if it could keep her busy enough.

Claustrophobia: She freaks out at the thought of being trapped in a room, especially one where she hasn't scouted the entry/exit routes beforehand. It draws her attention away from anything she could have been doing, and it makes her obviously uncomfortable.

Superstitious: Despite knowing there are supernatural beings in the world with her, this woman is superstitious. She hasn't broken a mirror, stepped under ladders, she won't keep walking if a black cat crosses her path, whatever it is, she believes in it. It makes her look rather ridiculous.

Petite: Her size is a weakness and advantage, really. While she comes off as small in size, she knows how to use it to her advantage, but it does make her suseptable to being attacked first or maybe even more often.
Lack of trust: She doesn't trust in most people unless they've stuck around long enough to prove their worth. The last time she trusted in someone, it nearly killed her. So if it's you or her getting out alive, good luck trying to get her to save you.

Henley didn't grow up with much aside from having a loving family who taught her the possibilities that came from hard work and dedication to getting things done. Oh, and hunting the supernatural. Being in a city like Detroit, you had a lot of crime that was actually caused by them. Her parents aside from that, worked mundane jobs and she learned skills from them in their free time. She would listen to their stories about what they did when they were out until she was old enough to tag along, and then was seated after her younger brother was born.

Her mother decided to step back and raise her brother a few years later, letting Henley learn the trade from her dad, and Henley was now the sidekick to her father with hunting. This continued for her until graduation, to which she chose to continue the same path of her parents, and with other fellow local hunters, branched out further past just hunting in Detroit.

This was how she to came to meet a man named Beau. The stereotypical getting to know one another, falling in love and marraige thing happened, and it lasted for the first 5 years of her twenties. And then during a hunt she was too sick to participate in one winter night, he was part of an ambush from vampires, and the group didn't make it back, human at least. When he did, he was changed, and it took everything in her to kill him and the few others who returned the same way. And then she sought out the clan who did it. She returned back to Detroit briefly to see her family for a bit, before she decided she was happier out there doing what she did best. She just does it now with not as many relationships to other people. Anyone who asks, she just says she is divorced rather than widowed.

Anna Kendrick | #C70039
Misc facts.

Lucrezia Theron

Dislikes them but accepts 'Lu' as anything beyond that is just excessive.

27

Female

If you're into killing supernaturals she might give you a chance.

Married to the job.

Human

Standing at around five feet and nine inches, Lucrezia is an imposing woman whose anger and irritation is constantly on display. Her sullen, mismatched eyes are either glaring at someone or judging them harshly. Her fair skin has an array of battle-worn marks and nicks here and there, the most noticeable battle scar being the one running through her left eyebrow and eye. She has a lean figure that's constantly pushed to its best form, or it would be if she actually knew how to properly rest. Her clothes consist of whatever is easiest to move in with little exception.

If there was only one word to describe Lucrezia, it would be angry. The anger often manifests in a dry, snarky tone whenever she speaks, feeling a constant annoyance in nearly every interaction she feels she has to participate in. Her words are often blunt, unwilling to let something as dumb as politeness get in the way of her expressing her opinion. Even when it comes to the hunt, her anger only lowers to a quiet simmer at best as she focuses on the task at hand. Where there was once a genuine passion for life there is only indifference. In her quietest moments, she's simply tired and weary.

A Degree in Supernatural Hunting - Her family has hunted them down for generations, and despite her father's wishes, Lucrezia is no exception. Tracking, trapping, and killing the monsters is something she takes great pleasure in.
Physical Prowess - Or at least, more physically capable than an average human. Considering there was a point where she wasn't and it cost her an eye, it's necessary. One of the rare jokes she makes is that she endures more out of pure spite.
Weapons Specialist - If she can swing it chances are she knows how to swing it properly.

Haphephobic - Her reaction at being touched without expecting it is often lashing out, preferring to stay as physically far away from everyone as possible.
Alcoholic - Her one comfort in life, or at least that's what she tells herself.
Insomniac - Sleeping for either two hours or twelve isn't an exaggeration, and takes the biggest toll on her health. Falling asleep somewhere out of the blue isn't as cute as it sounds, either, especially since she tends to wake up in a panic.

Firebrick | B22222
Named after her mother, Lucrece.
Her green eye is her natural shade, her silver eye a trophy of sorts from the witch she exacted her revenge on--and a message to any that would try to come at her.
Wears a ring on her pinky finger that helps her resist any spells that would tamper with her mind out of paranoia.

Natalia Konstantin

Usually goes by Natasha

23

Female

Heterosexual

Single

Half-Blood Vampire

Standing at an average height of 5"5', Natasha is a lovely girl with fair skin and long, black hair. Her big, reddish brown eyes are her most noticeable feature, her heart shaped face giving her a rather innocent look. She has a fairly slim body type with few curves, a modest bust and hips, and willowy legs. She tends to move gracefully, her reactions obvious and somewhat expressive. She tries to come off as composed, her mannerisms a little on the panicky side when in discomfort or caught off guard. Her clothing leans towards elegant, pampered with the finest as gifted by her prince. She prefers clothing that flows with her, though with rather simple colors that don't draw much attention.

Natasha is a wallflower in nearly every sense of the word; unassuming and quiet, she tends to have her head down and keep to herself. She is soft-spoken and mostly gentle with both her words and mannerisms, treating everyone and everything delicately. It takes time to get her to be completely comfortable, though once she opens up, it's obvious that she's very much a sheltered child; naive about most things and having an insatiable curiosity. Her interests are a surefire way to get her attention, often getting passionate in her speaking and very much resembling her old, previously optimistic self. While kind, she tends to keep people at arm's length, choosing to listen patiently to people's problems but never opening up about her own. She's at her best with as few people as better, and feels like she can only be herself when no one is around.

The girl can hold a conversation okay enough, although after some time she'll grow uncomfortable and try to find a way out. She doesn't handle arguments or confrontation well, often shrinking back and away from most people when tension arises. Getting approached by people she doesn't know tends to make her nervous, her shyness crippling her social skills. Despite her wariness, if she is assured she'll believe nearly anything easily, often doubting herself first before doubting others. She usually jumps to the worst conclusion until proven otherwise, often drowning herself in a sea of negative possibilities.

When it comes to her 'prince charming', it's almost like she's a high school girl with a crush. Her poorly placed reverence of Prince Mikhail would be comical if it wasn't taken so seriously. She owes him her life, after all, saving her from the clutches of death and giving her a second chance that she has decided to dedicate entirely to him (for better or for worse).

None yet, unless you count cleaning and washing. She's still working on her vampiric abilities.

Thirst - Her new thirst ranges from annoying to unbearable. Saying she misses food is an understatement.
The Sun - Her sensitivity is a major inconvenience, to say the least. She usually has to ask permission to get the sun resistant charm.
Blind Trust - In regards to Mikhail. She won't hear a word opposing him, firmly believing everything he says over anyone else's word.

Her previous life wasn't particularly tragic, nor was it remarkable. She had a small family, few friends, academic struggles, and numerous opportunities that she had cast aside. At her first taste of independence, she lived recklessly with little regard to the damage she was doing to herself and her loved ones. Eventually they cut her off, hoping she would come to her senses, but instead she moved on to mingle with enablers and other people who would let her do as she pleased. Her addiction took everything she had, or rather she threw away everything and did what she had to to get her next fix.

It came to a logical conclusion as she sat in some alley, dying of an overdose. There was little point in continuing on, convinced that it was too late to salvage whatever was left of her life. To her surprise, however, she suddenly woke up somewhere else. It could have been heaven from the way the place was decorated, but it wasn't the afterlife. Any questions she could have had on where she was or how she had gotten there was answered when what she could only describe as an angel came to her. Why, her knight in shining armor was Prince Mikhail Rochdale! Not only had he gone out of his way to save her life, but he had seen to it that she was given the best care, had her cleaned up and brought to his place, and he was actually looking after her! Clearly, she had been blessed, and seeing as how he was the one that had given her a second chance at life, she decided to dedicate said life entirely to him.

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Was christened with a new name to signal the new life Mikhail has given her.

Ava Marseille

Prefers Ava.

26, but turned in her early twenties so appears as such.

Female

Heterosexual

Single

Turned Vampire

With striking platinum hair and the pale complexion of a vampire, Ava almost looks like a ghost. The thought of remedying her sickly white appearance with makeup has crossed her mind on a few occasions, but she seldom roams in the sun anyway. She doesn’t own an enchanted artifact that allows her to do so, and it’s never been a priority for Ava to get one. It’s perhaps also a symptom of her unlikable personality, that no witch has offered to make one for her.

Ava’s hair is naturally a light blonde, but it was bleached to an even lighter tone, back when Ava was still human. The long strands of hair reach past her shoulder blades, in soft curls. Ava’s physique had always been slim, and well-proportioned for her height of 5'5".

The first trait people will notice about Ava is the permanent scowl on her face. There might have been a time when Ava smiled more, but the last few years of her life as a turned vampire has weighed heavily on her. She approaches the world with an air of discontent, often coming off as rude. On a surface level, Ava is confident, and wears a devil-may-care type of attitude, but underneath lies deeply rooted guilt and resentment for her situation. Her extremely prideful nature is likely the reason for her confrontational behaviour - she hides her emotions underneath a mask of strength. Ava’s outbursts are sometimes communicated as acts of violence as well - she doesn’t always harm people, but has a knack for throwing objects around and breaking them.

Before her untimely ‘death’, Ava was bright, cheerful, and extremely ambitious. She was straight-forward in her speech, and stopped at nothing to get what she wanted. The term, ‘work hard, play hard’ embodied who she was. Since turning into a vampire, the ‘work hard’ aspect of her character was whisked away along with her humanity.

There are, however, moments when she regains a small part of her former self, usually when inebriated. It seems that only after a few drinks can Ava forget the fact that she’s a vampire.

Ava is capable of speaking a little bit of French. Her grandfather was from France, thus the surname, Marseille. She isn’t too athletic but she’s rather flexible, thanks to ballet classes she took from a young age. Ava’s surprisingly business savvy as well, a skill developed back when she wanted to start her own business.

Ava has many more vices than virtues. She’s a hopeless alcoholic (or blood-holic?), and has behaviour issues to boot. Many would consider her short-tempered and confrontational. When sober, she’s emotionally volatile at best.

It’s not too hard to manipulate Ava either. She wears her weaknesses on her sleeve, really. It’s easy to use her addiction or emotions against her.

Ava’s upbringing was very normal - she was human after all. Her family was ridiculously mundane - mom and dad, no siblings, a pet dog named Donut. As a teenager, Ava wasn’t particularly rebellious. She had a circle of friends, snuck out of the house a few times for parties, went to prom - typical milestones for the modern teen. In school, Ava tried hard to meet expectations she and her parents had for herself, and made efforts to succeed. She eventually went on to attend a good college, and laid foundations to start her own business during her undergrad.

When Ava was ‘turned’, her life was flipped upside down. It happened at a bar one night, after one too many drinks. Everything happened so fast. Before she could react or fight back, Ava found herself growing cold and numb in the backseat of a vampire’s car. The reality of death was sobering in that instant. Her screams for help were muffled as her body weakened. Tears streamed down blue-toned cheeks. Perhaps the vampire took pity on her, but for whatever reason, he didn’t kill her. Dying would’ve been better, in Ava’s opinion.

A few months later, Ava had dropped out of school. Attending class was difficult for someone who couldn’t step into the sunlight. She ran away from her friends and family. A never-ending fear lurked at the back of her head that she could hurt them someday. Ava hated her new life. Her aspirations for the future broke into irreparable shards. She hated the ravenous thirst for blood that consumed her every thought. She hated the guilt and disgust she felt every time she had to hurt someone to feed. And most of all, she hated the creatures that did this to her.

For the past several years, Ava spent her time hopping from one city to the next. She ventured out at night and preyed on the blood of party-goers to get as drunk as possible. Then, her restless mind could be silenced by nightlife’s roar of crowds and music. Afterwards, she would sleep around dawn, rinse and repeat.

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Ava knows a little about the Black Iris Society from what she’s been told by others. She understands there’s a hierarchy and some bullshit list of rules, but that’s it.

Na'nhe Ihtop

The Wicked Tome, Mother to the Murder

237

Female

Asexual/Panromantic

Spirit Bound to Another

Witch

Na'nhe is a deep, rich brown with flame colored irises. If you look into her eyes long enough, it's as though you're looking into the molten core of the earth and they almost seem to cast a warmth onto those who find themselves lost in her gaze. Her hair is always tightly wrapped in a gele, to which she attaches ritualistic accessories. She wears a deep burgundy monk-like outfit, she handmade it out of cotton and refuses to wear anything else if she can help it. Her feet are always bare as the earth speaks to her through her skin. The witches birthmark is on her left shoulder, which she proudly bares.

Na'nhe is a warm, yet stern nurturer. She was raised by her tribe's shaman since the day they learned she was a witch and, because of this, she doesn't take arcane powers lightly. In the face of danger, Na'nhe tends to take the role of protector. Beyond this, Na'nhe is very family oriented and chooses to spend most of her time cooking for, telling stories with, and presenting magical wonders to: those she considers her loved ones.

Na'Nhe is from the mountainous Ihn'tu tribe of the old lands. She was born of a huntress and a basket weaver, but was quickly taken under the wing of their tribe shaman after magically reviving an injured crow as a young girl. He raised her to be able to harness the earth's power through ritualistic binding and meditation. After reaching her early adulthood years, the tribe sent her out into the mountains to commune with the spirits of nature and learn of the purpose of her powers - they refused to disturb her journey by taking her back in until she had heard the call of the spirits. Through her journey, Na'nhe discovered the hut of a lone soothsayer, nestled in a valley that was untouched by society. Her name was Morwen. They spent over 90 years together before the tides of time drew Morwen's body to the soils. In her last moments, however, Na'Nhe spent 48 hours in a ritual meditation to bind their spirits together. Na'Nhe can speak with Morwen's spirit on certain nights and gains glimpses into future events. After 147 years, Na'Nhe has become a powerful druid with insight into alchemy and the spiritual plane. She's traveled out of the wilderness and into the surrounding, ever growing, society and constantly searches for knowledge into the bizarre customs of the modern world.

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Nico Maniaci

N/A

21 when turned, has been a vampire for about a few years

Male

Bisexual

Single

Half-Blood Vampire

Nico is a young man of a below average stature of 170 cm (5’ 7”), offset by his athletic physique - diligently built and maintained in his humans years. His vampiric transformation had altered his once mildly tan complexion into a ghoulish pale, never to feel the gentle warmth of the sun again without the intense pain of clusters of fleshy splotches that would sizzle and burn all over. The mutation had spared his red hair, which had become tattered and frayed from lack of care, though he insisted that he preferred this look. Unusually large eyes bulge from his youthful face - nigh a facial hair in sight nor will there ever be - with irises, vibrant blue and peculiarly small for his eyes, which gave his resting expression an uncanny mix of intensity and childlike wonder. Eeriness aside, he could be considered rather attractive if not a bit young looking for his age, if one could also ignore the signs of dry decay on half of his face.

He often dressed in torn clothes of varying sizes and origins beneath a worn, hooded cape, his exposed skin nested in bandages apart from the face, which is obscured by a muzzle over his mouth - a safety measure for his uncontrollable bloodlust - and a dark visor used to shield his eyes. When out on excursions, he brings with him a light, patchwork backpack he fashioned himself and an oil lamp tied to a long branch. As a member of the lowest class, even after he had been assimilated into the society, these were the only clothing and equipment he could get a hold of on his own; fortunately, he finds them “cool”.

In a safe, relaxed environment, he usually has his headgear removed to greet people with a cheerful grin, even though it would show his deformed pair of fangs - one long and sharp and the other short and cracked. When his bloodlust activates, veins swell on his temple, forehead, and eyes as his irises turn a feverish red, quaking and salivating in hunger as he bares his deformed teeth at his prey.

Nico is amiable and relaxed by nature, happy to befriend almost any individual he meets, even if they appear particularly hostile or antisocial. However, he can come across as a bit too casual, often leaning towards informal diction on instinct and will liberally address others with nicknames if not told otherwise, though it is not out of disrespect but rather a genuine sense of comradery. This is emphasized by his kind, nonjudgmental character as well as his tendency to wear his heart on his sleeve without much thought.

As a result, he is also fairly easy to manipulate, which is not helped by the fact that he is very simple-minded, and is neither particularly wise nor clever. This is further impaired by his poor general ability to retain information and nonexistent affinity for studying. Fortunately, should he become interested enough in a subject, his learning skills become remarkably efficient. His main asset lies in his empathy, as he is very adept at reading other people’s emotions through their body language and facial expressions, particularly feelings of pain and anger, though he was never able to provide satisfactory reasoning behind his deductions as it’s mostly through intuition.

Nico is generally an open book, but a part of him he refuses to show is his resentment towards the caste system. He will, nevertheless, step in - or at least, will be tempted to - if he witnesses mistreatment in front of him. He’s normally difficult to genuinely anger otherwise, though when pushed to his limit, his bloodlust becomes far easier to activate. Unfortunately, the more bitterness he stores within him, the more prone to rage he is, hence why he is so enthusiastic about making friends, as any support and positive attention he receives is the sole reason why he has been able to stay relatively sane.

His lack of any self control over his lust for blood is a significant source of shame for him due to his inherent sense of altruism and the knowledge that he was once the same species as the ones he preys on and kills regularly. His past efforts to suppress his urges has only made him more unhinged and temperamental as a result until he has sufficiently fed. During his bloodlust mode, he becomes almost completely consumed by an overwhelming need for blood; he describes it as being trapped in his own mind and body, but he can still see and hear everything in a way that is like it was all far away from him.

+ Passive survival skills: capable of surviving in the wild on his own (likely semantic memory/ knowledge he kept from when he was a human)
+ Empathy: good at reading other people’s emotions though has difficulty explaining his deductions
+ Sociability: naturally amicable and charismatic, puts people at ease
+ *Learning ability: learns very quickly if there is enough interest in the subject
+ *Combat (bloodlust mode): agile and physically strong, extremely persistent and vicious, unbothered by pain or injury
*comes with some caveats listed below in “Weaknesses”

- Logical deductions: even if he does observe two related facts, he usually can’t connect the dots without guidance
- Sensing intent: is easy to manipulate unless he can detect a clear discrepancy between the words spoken and the person’s emotions
- *Learning ability: general poor ability to retain information
- *Combat (bloodlust mode): unable to apply strategy or complex plans, lack of self-awareness in this state, can be mitigated somewhat through training muscle memory
- All the inherent weaknesses that come with being a half-blood
*comes with some saving graces listed above in “Skills”

Nico’s memory of his own past before he was turned is incredibly fuzzy. He vaguely remembers having been raised in a small rural town near mountains but is unable to recall specific events or people he used to know.

He had recently turned 21 before he was transformed into a vampire. Unfortunately, the one responsible for his conversion was too inexperienced to execute it properly which mutated Nico into a half-blood in the process. They abandoned the newly turned vampire to his own devices shortly after, who lost himself in a flurry of bloodlust, feeding on and killing his entire family before vanishing into the forest bordering the town.

Once he had regained consciousness, the trauma upon realizing he murdered his loved ones forced him to block out these memories from his consciousness. What Nico thought it was solely because he was a half-blood, was actually partially the result of localized dissociative amnesia. This has allowed him to preserve his friendly, cheerful personality, a part of him that remained strongly intact after his transformation.

He traveled alone for a few years as he experimented with his new body; with no direction due to being largely amnesiac, he focused primarily on feeding and searching for excitement and companionship. He was lucky to have lived in an area far from supernatural occurrences such that he was able to survive without much difficulty. When he was approached by servants from the Council of Iris, realizing that they don’t trigger his bloodlust, he let them take him in without much resistance. As of now, he has yet to endure enough abuse from the society to let it demoralize him.

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General Body Language
Nico has an unusually decent posture for someone of the lowest class, though it’s actually because it was another characteristic of his past human self that persisted. In resting position, his shoulders are often relaxed and slanted slightly downward. He may also nonchalantly lean on walls and other tall structures if they’re nearby.

He has a tendency to use lots of wild hand gestures when he speaks without realizing. One of his favorite actions to perform is to curl both his hands into fists and punch one into the air as he exclaims something with enthusiasm. If he has established a friendship with someone, he can be very liberal with physical contact - patting them on the back, putting his arm around their neck, etc. - but will promptly stop and respect their space if told to. The way he interacts with others, along with his overly affectionate way of speaking, can often be misinterpreted as romantic advances - this is only partially unintentional.

Nico is generally far more restrained with his body language when around born vampires, however.