》B a s i c s

Full name: Mia Young
Age: 20
Date of Birth: 17th of July 1999
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5'2"
Weight: 115 pounds
Hair Color: Dark chocolate brown
Hair Length: Long with curtain bangs framing her face
Skin Color: Fair
Eye Color: Warm brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None



》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: tbd
Siblings' Status: Alive
Parents' Status: Deceased
Pets: (Name pending) A soft brown slightly reddish striped kitten, pictured above.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 7
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 1

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
☪ Hazelnut chocolates
☪ Springtime
☪ Sunset colored roses

Dislikes:
☪ Anything with meat in it
☪ Practicing magic, and magic in general
☪ A messy room

Hobbies:
☪ Writing in her diary
☪ Yoga and running
☪ Going shopping

Skills:
☪ Basic first aid skills
☪ Great listener
☪ Flexible



》P e r s o n a l i t y
Like her parents before her Mia believes in family, honor, loyalty and community. She is known to be consistently polite, calm and composed though prone to great anxiety and panic. Despite being somewhat of a skeptic, she has a vivid internal life and is very much an introvert. She is brave and self-sacrificing, though much of her willingness to help seems to come from survivors guilt over her parent's death.

Compassionate and kind Mia has a deep connection to other people. She is known for her forgiving nature, but is also flawed, not always treating her older brother and friends with respect. Mia acts in a controlling and smothering manner towards them. According to her friends Mia used to be "Way more fun" and "into everything, very busy", that was before her parents passed away.

》H i s t o r y
☪ Childhood ☪
Mia grew up in a pretty normal family with a mostly uneventful childhood. She was the youngest and the only girl in the Young family. Her mother was a accomplished nurse during the day and a practicing with by night, her father just a regular old salesman. Magic wasn't hidden in the Young family and her mother passed on the secrets of their magical heritage to Mia. The young girl admired her mother and aspired to be just like her, planning to be a nurse in the future.

☪ Highschool ☪
At fourteen Mia attended high school in Ember Grove, with a clear and well thought out blueprint for her future. Her high school experience was fairly run of the mill. She witnessed her fair share of drama, although mostly on the sidelines. Mia wasn't the kind to get involved, with anyone for that matter, shying away from boys. She lived by the wise piece of advice her mother gave her, which wasn't always easy. No boys until you finish school, they'll only mess with your head. Mia spent a lot of time on her studies, focusing on classes she knew would continue in college, like biology. She graduated at eighteen.

☪ College plans ☪
After her graduation Mia went on to do some volunteer work in different hospitals, to get an idea of what her future career would entail. She worked closely alongside her mother, who taught her a lot. It was always a hand off approach since Mia had no experience as a working nurse. After about a year Mia was still convinced of her career choice and enrolled in nursing school.

☪ Death in the family ☪
A few weeks after she passed her first year of college her parents surprised her with a family holiday trip, as a reward for working as hard as she had. On the way back to Ember Grove after driving all night they got into a fatal car accident. It all went very fast, the car swirled, her dad tried to avoid hitting something she couldn't see. They drove of the bridge they were on, landing in the water down below. Mia doesn't remember how she got out, but she was the only one to survive. After the accident Mia started to struggle in college, eventually deciding to drop out temporarily. She got a job at the local hospital of Ember Grove, having passed all of her classes in her first year she was allowed to assist the nurses as a help. Mia stopped using magic at this time, only using it at her job when normal medicine failed.

☪ First heartbreak ☪
About six months after her parents funeral service Mia met her first boyfriend. He reached out to her, telling her he knew her mother. He'd worked with her in one of the hospitals. He could have told her anything and Mia would have believed him. She figured her mom would be okay with her talking to boys. After all she wasn't in school anymore. The relationship progressed, but they took baby steps all the way. It was unbearably slow, for most guys anyway. Eventually he wanted to take it further. Mia wasn't ready and slowly they started to grow apart. The relationship died down like a slow burning candle. It broke her heart.

☪ A day at a time ☪
Mia struggles with her newfound reality. She dropped out of college. She can't go a day without thinking about her first boyfriend. She tells everyone she's fine, when really she's not. After a year everyone just seemed to forget about it. People went about their lives. They didn't care her parents died, they had their own stuff to worry about. She takes it a day at a time. Mia moved out of her parental home and now lives with her older brother in a small apartment.



》C o v e n
Mia is the only member of her coven in Ember Grove. Mia's mother never introduced her to any other members. All she knows is that there are more witches in her family. She has no idea who they are or where they live.

》S k i l l L e v e l
Basic

》S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n
Mia no longer practices magic, but she was skilled at using the incrementum spell. She secretly used it to help the wounds of certain patients heal up faster.

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》B a s i c s
Full name: Damien Crawford
Age: 26
Date of Birth: 15 March 1994
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Portland, Oregon

》A p p e a r a n c e
Height: 6ft
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: A bit pale
Eye Color: Gray
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: Tattoo, Back Tattoo Tattoo of his older brother’s name, Marion, along his left forearm with the date 07-06-2006.
Detail your werewolf form: Approximately 6’8” with primarily black fur with strands of brown within.



》R e l a t i o n s h i p s
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: None.
Siblings' Status: Marion Crawford (brother, deceased)
Parents' Status: Allister Crawford (father, unknown), Illiana Crawford (mother, unknown)
Pets: A Raven named Lucy. His familiar.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 1
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 1

》I n t e r e s t s
Likes:
Three minimum.
✡ Harming his enemies
✡ Night life (clubs, bars, drinking, one-nighters)
✡ Being a mystery
✡ Lucy
Dislikes:
Three minimum.
✡ Witches
✡ Vampires
✡ Rigid Rules
✡ Stagnancy
Hobbies:
Three minimum.
✡ Taking long walks through town
✡ Playing pick-up games with locals
✡ Winding down with the locals
Skills:
Three minimum.
✡ Manipulation game is on point. Ask Rose.
✡ Keeping Tabs
✡ Patience
✡ Charismatic



》P e r s o n a l i t y
Damien. He is a man who was granted purpose from his twisted idea of vengeance. It's the only thing that truly and deeply motivates his actions, leaving other activities to just be moments where he could think on his personal vendetta and the objectives that lined up to remedy it. This is a product of the use and abuse of dark magic mixed with the betrayal from all whom he used to hold dear.

Damien normally has a nonchalant and almost laidback demeanor. This is usually because he's constantly thinking of his next move or all the pain that had occurred in his past. However, in the heat of the moment, Damien seems to become very impassioned. He'll laugh, he'll shout, and even come across as unhinged. A hint of a smirk is a sure tell that violence is in store. And witches in particular tend to easily trigger the livelier side of him.

He doesn't like to group up with others and would rather work solo. He does manage to catch meetings with the Holy Saviors to voice his own plans and hear the current objective of the organization. He treads carefully around the radical religious group in order to continue using their resources, even if that means acting as if they share the same motivations.

》H i s t o r y
Damien was born as the second of two brothers within a small witch family within a small coven to match. A coven that fell victim to a number of attacks from a savage vampire clan. After a large scale attack during a coven meeting, the vampires claimed the life of Damien’s brother, Marion. Despite being quite young, Damien took two things from the tragedy. One, he would loathe vampires for as long as he drew breath. Two, this world was cruel to those who could not protect themselves. The latter had been a solid motivator for helping him in his studies, but it also led to an addiction for both knowledge and practice as he wanted to not only be strong enough to deal a hard blow to the local vampire clan, but he wanted to do it using any means necessary.

When the coven leadership discovered Damien’s schemes for vengeance, they urged he be sent abroad while peace talks ensued between the vampires and the witches. Damien was sent away to a coven in Paris that was very open to taking young witches and warlocks in to study. Unfortunately, this only allowed Damien to study the dark arts with less supervision than before. He experimented with mindreading and minor hexes at first but soon moved towards studying necromancy on his brother’s behalf. The thought of bringing his brother back from the dead was enticing. A standard necromancy spell wouldn’t cut it though. Damien was able to pull information on a legend that was nearly a fairytale to witches that were tempted towards practicing dark magic. A tale of a man who was able to successfully resurrect his lover, permanently. Most would discount it, but not Damien, he was young and determined. He knew he could pull others towards his goal. Many witches have lost a family member they loved, and there were always teenage witches willing to experiment with dark magic. In a few years, he assembled a group of teens that practiced dark magic with him. Some were quite talented, but one, in particular, grabbed his attention. A young witch by the name of Rose. It was easy for him to seduce her to dark magic. She had lost her mother, making her an easy target. Her ability to pick up on illusions and hexes was alluring to even himself. He’d keep her around as best as he could, but playing with darkness would erase that possibility.

Damien eventually befriended Rose, and after some bonding, they started dating. It took some time, but the honeymoon phase of their relationship dried out as the practice of dark magic twisted his personality to the point where he was asserting dominance over those he called his friends and Rose herself. Like a double-edged sword, his negativity only made him more adept in using dark magic. When Damien felt the time was right to test out and perform the fabled resurrection spell, he had the best in his group prepare for the ritual. One of the steps included a living human being sacrificed. A life for a life. A soul for a soul. Damien had been so twisted, that he didn’t even realize the reluctance coming from his group. Damien showed up for the ritual, only to find himself alone with only a few others. He was immediately apprehended by the coven’s leadership who had been informed of the ritual and was sent back home to the United States to his parents.

His parents and his coven made a harsh decision, but they felt Damien would not stop practicing dark magic and would become something sinister in the long run. The coven performed a powerful ritual that hexed Damien, removing his ability to utilize magic. He had familiar, but he would never be able to cast a spell again. The punishment shattered the young man, to the point where he refused to eat for a few days. Everything he had worked for was gone. He wouldn’t bring his brother back to this world that took him too soon. He wouldn’t be powerful enough to avenge him and protect anyone else. His friends and family had… they betrayed him. When he finally spoke to his father, Damien told him that he hoped the vampire clan would come soon to wipe out their coven, but he was sent back to silence as his father shared that their coven allied with a werewolf pack while he had been in Europe. The pack and the coven repelled the vampires without an issue. So everyone got theirs.

Damien did not accept this. He wouldn’t. He used a bogus ad about having a large wolf problem to draw in an operative from Operation Humanity. Damien didn’t think it would work, but it did. They brought him in and he told them parts of the truth. Just enough that they knew he was a ticked off witch that wanted to report his coven for defiling his kind by bedding with werewolves. It was believable enough that the hunters scouted the place out and then initiated a raid on the compound. Sadly, as Damien watched from the treeline, he noticed only the werewolves catching the bullets, while many witches were being captured. As the raid continued, Damien found a werewolf fleeing the scene bleeding out from the silver bullets that pierced her. Damien intercepted the beast but did not know what to do. He had no gripes with werewolves… Then it came to him.

“Change me… Change me and I will get vengeance with your power. BITE ME!”

Damien had uttered that night to the dying wolf. He did not lie. He was getting vengeance with the werewolf’s power, but only his own. Once he came to grips with his newfound transformation, Damien sought out a group he only knew by name. A group he was sure would not just allow the simple capture of witches. Rose spoke of a group that murdered her mother without an ounce of mercy... The Holy Saviors, the witch hunters.

Damien worked with the witch hinters that were much more widespread than he had assumed. He tipped many of their operational cells to witch covens he knew of around the country while taking part in slaughtering what used to be his own kind. He even managed to locate some of his old friends. Their deaths were the most satisfying. Now, he found himself on the east coast in a place he was glad he saved for last. Ember Grove, home to woman he once loved. The same woman who betrayed him and left him to be this. Ember Grove would be where everything came full circle. Like mother, like daughter.



》P a c k
Omega Werewolf used as a Holy Savior enforcer.

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten.

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Finn Cooper
Age: 19
Date of Birth: July 2nd
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: New York

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5.75 feet
Weight: 76 kg
Hair Color: Blond
Skin Color: Caucasian
Eye Color: Brown
Build: Fairly muscled
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None
Detail your werewolf form:
In his werewolf form Finn is slightly larger, growing to roughly 6 ft while retaining his muscled build. His body is covered in grey fur while Finn’s eyes glow yellow.

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: No
Siblings' Status: One elder brother, Mike
Parents' Status: Both alive and living in New York
Pets: No.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 10
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 8

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Martial Arts
✡ Making new friends
✡ Well grilled meat
Dislikes:
✡ Silver
✡ Hunters
✡ Poorly prepared meat
Hobbies:
✡ Working out
✡ Watching old action flicks, he’s a huge fan of Van Damme.
✡ Reading comics
Skills:
✡ Finn is an upcoming professional kickboxer. He recently signed a contract with Glory.
✡ Lockpicking
✡ Photographic memory
✡ Solid chess player

Additional Picture/Quote/etc Optional

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
✡ Confided ✡ disciplined ✡ Humorous ✡ Social ✡ Desire to prove himself ✡ Energetic
Finn used to be a trouble maker when he was younger. Often hanging out with friends, pissing people off and doing petty crimes for the thrill of it. He mostly went through life without a real purpose and could not really let his energy out in any productive and positive way.

However it all changed when he started kickboxing. It was at the gym where Finn learned to use his energy in a productive way. Here he could let it all out in a safe environment and found a purpose. In the gym Finn learned the value of patience and discipline.

》H i s t o r y
Finn was born as the youngest of two brothers in New York into a family of werewolves. Where Finn’s elder brother was a quiet and introverted young man, Finn was a chaotic ball of uncontrolled energy that bounced constantly around the neighborhood causing all kinds of trouble for no apparent reason other than his own entertainment. The only reason that the young Finn did not take a wrong turn was due to his elder brother Mike. The two brothers shared a strange relationship.

Mike was the complete opposite of his younger brother. He was quiet, introverted, organized and smart. And yet in a strange way he could get perfectly along with his energetic younger brother. In his own way he looked out for Finn. When Finn would get into trouble, Mike was always there to bail him out. Always telling his younger brother to stay out of trouble while knowing that he would never listen to that advice.

When Finn was arrested 5 years ago because he beat up some local kid, it was once again his elder brother Mike who came to pick him up from the police station. Expecting another talk about how he should behave and stay out of trouble while driving home. However Mike had other plans this time. He didn’t drive home but rather dropped his younger brother off at the local gym and dragged the protesting Finn inside, walked up to one of the coaches and simply said “My brother loves to fight, throw him in the ring so that he can let his energy out.” And that is what they did. After getting home all black and blue Mike expected that his younger brother would never return to the gym. However during the family dinner Finn simply stated that he would return tomorrow to kick the guys ass who used him as a punching bag. Finn started his kickbox training.

Under the tutelage of coach Grayham Wolfe Finn quickly picked up the techniques but struggled with the discipline to follow a game plan for matches. None the less his coach recognized the young man’s talent for the sport. But still Finn’s lack of discipline proved to stand in the way of a true breakthrough. Finn needed something else to train his mind to focus, to analyze and follow a plan in order to become truly great. After losing an important local match that was viewed by a lot of promotors Mike once more stepped in.

After his next training session Finn saw how Mike entered the gym with a chess board under his arm. His elder brother only spoke one word “Play”. Over the course of several months Mike learned his younger brother how to play chess and it became a regular part of Finn’s training regime. It was through the game of chess Finn learned valuable skills such as to analyze an opponent, patience and how to implement and follow strategy. Useful skills he brought back to the ring and soon became a contender for a professional career. It was all thanks to his elder Brother Mike.

Needless to say that Finn was devasted when Mike told him that he would leave New York in order to study history at the Ember Grove University. Even when separated by such a distance, Finn continued the path his elder brother had pushed him on and pursued a professional career in kickboxing while frequently having contact with his brother by phone. When Mike called 4 weeks ago that he had signed a contract with a professional kickboxing organization Mike didn’t answer. Even a few days later Finn’s elder brother hadn’t called back. Over the course of the next 4 weeks Finn frantically tried to get in touch with his brother but never got any response.

Worried that something had happened to Mike Finn inquired with his father, the leader of the Cooper pack if he had heard anything from his elder brother. The Alpha responded negatively. He simply said that if you leave the pack’s territory you leave the pack and whatever happens is no longer my concern. Angered with his father’s response Finn packed his bags and left the family house. Mike always looked out for him and now it was Finn’s turn to do the same. He started his car and Ember Grove was his destination.

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》P a c k
Finn left the Cooper pack in order to search for his brother. He is currently packless.

》P u r e b l o o d?
Finn was born into a family of werewolfs and thus is a pure blood

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Frida of Sirmium /Sister Frida/ Frida the Radiant
Age:1700 ish.
Date of Birth:285 A.D.
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: Somewhere from Bohemia

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height:155cm
Weight:43Kg
Hair Color: Ginger
Hair Length: Shoulder Lenght
Skin Color: Very pale with Freckles
Eye Color: Blue
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: Whip lashes on her back. Frida appears to be a young teenager at first glance, due to her scrawny build and short height.

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Bisexual.
Relationship Status: Married to her job and God.
Any pre-determined friends?: (Open to Suggestions)
Siblings' Status: Dead, although Frida herself has at least a living daughter.
Parents' Status: Dead
Pets: Paracelsus, a pet tortoise.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?:3 All work and no play.
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:4 ... Frida tends to stick to her vows, but sometimes...


》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Fried Dough Treats
✡ Herbalism
✡ Treatises on Faith and Theology
✡ Moral Righteousness
✡ Chess
Dislikes:
✡ Vampires, In particular Strix Romanorum, Roman citizens turned vampires.
✡ Stupid witches who can't renounce to warp reality and live quiet lives.
✡ Corruption
✡ Enclosed Spaces
✡ Dogs
Hobbies:
✡ Singing, solo or choir
✡ Perfurme creation
✡ Social Work
Skills:
✡ Talented Singer - She is so virtuous she can crack glass with her voice range.
✡ Polygloth: She can speak Latin and most major european languages, plus Mandarin Chinese, Coptic and a dash of Japanese
✡ Deduction and Clue Finding
✡ Healing and purification Witchcraft Exorcism rites
✡ Medicine

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
At first glance, Frida appears to be a ray of sunshine in an otherwise dark life. Dutiful, eager to help, kind and with a soothing voice. She apparently believes in the inherent good in people and in the triumph of good versus evil, and takes pride in being in service of the Lord. However, those who know her a little better, know that there's a lot of embellishment on her actual stance of life, and she purposefuly paints herself as pious in order to maintain a certain sway and leverage amongst do gooders. The details of her private life and dealings are best left in the dark. Frida is cold-hearted and manipulative, quite cynical and callous inwardly, who weighs human life as any other would weigh beans on a scale. To her, the common good and acceptable collateral damages are two terms she uses to justify a lot of things.

However, her zeal is real. Having been saved by a pious woman, she has pledged to the banner of Faith for as long as she lives, however might be. She purposefully avoids thinking about how she is waging war in what are essentially, her sisters and brothers. She only shows moderate sympathy to those witches who do not go out of their way to antagonize hunters, and sometimes, she has saved her ilk... in order to recruit more "exorcists" to her cause. Sinful as witchcraft may be, there are times when inaction is far worse in the eyes of God.

》H i s t o r y
Frida was born under the unfavourable auspice of her mother. When her mother was taken as slave against her will from a Marcomanni tribe, rife with chains, the little baby that came alongside her from her ancestral homeland was Frida herself. With her father dead, both mother and daughter ended up in Rome, capital of the empire. Exotic redhead slaves were appreciated by some circles, and for a time, both mother and daughter enjoyed a somewhat decent existence, even if they were under the yokes of servitude. Her mother even managed to imprint the young girl whatever magical chants she knew, always under her master's ignorance of the fact both were actually capable of magic.

Rome was a city of both light and shadows. Chaos and order. It left a mark on the young Frida, as though there was no other human settlement who could hold a candle to the splendor and decadence the place held. However, as much as awe-inspiring it was, it did not last long. Slaves could and would be exchanged like items, for their freedom was not their own. Her mother had hoped to buy both of their freedoms by being a dutiful (perhaps too much, as her night services attested) to their current patrician master, but he traded them like cattle to a fine gentleman of the provinces.

And so, the next stop was Sirmium (located in the modern Balkans), which proved a sharp contrast to the duo. The new master suddenly cast off his veil of civility and revealed to be one of their kin... in need of material of experiments. The madman warlock, and debased wealthy citizen was convinced that he could distill a panacea from witches' blood, that could raise the dead and cure vampirism. And so, both mother and daughter were squeezed dry and flailed for their blood, in a dank cramped basement, under the terrible gazes of the warlock and his vampiric friends.

One day, the restraints were loose. And her mother wasted no chance in forcing her way through, with the teenaged Frida in her hands. While her wounds and state were so terrible she couldn't make it, she managed to deposit her beloved daughter in the hands of a known healer at the time.

Later on, said healer would be revealed to the world as Saint Anastasia of Sirmium. Potion maker and exorcist, one of the female saints revered by the early christians, took Frida under her wing, and taught her the arts and culture. Frida converted to Christianhood as a sign of reverence, and forever would use her powers for the sake of the lord.

Yet, troubled times loomed ahead. Enraged at an oracle, the Emperor Diocletian decreed a harsh persecution of christians in the third century. Saint Anastasia perished during those years, but Frida survived in the shadow. She became the hand in the dark that guided many of them to safety, and she took to her heart to continue her master's labour. In doing so, she was dubbed as "exorcist" and set apart from the witchcraft others did, even though it was one and the same.

Frida has been on the Church's shadow ever since. The fall of the empire and the mass conversion of romans into christians, followed by the barbarians, scarcely changed things. Even if she openly wept for the ruin of Rome, she continued to perform her duties admirably, crushing heretics and renegade witches whenever they appeared, always trying to keep the fans of faith alive. But she didn't account on how big the religion would become or the things she would eventually do. The first schism caught her by surprise, but she kept bridging both Orthodox and Catholic branches in a dutiful attempt to keep all of them on the same side.

During the crusades, she particularly grew sick of being sent to spill blood of what was essentially infidels, and grew wary of the main structure of the church in general as well as their excesses. Her most notable act was to help Balian of Ibelin during the siege of Jerusalem, when he surrendered it to Saladin.

The second schism was particularly rock bottom for her, as when the religion once again split, she tried to grow and spend a normal life with a normal husband in what was known as her homeland, only to have found the land completely changed, with witch hunts on the rise. For the sake of her daughter, she left the chaotic lands once more, and took into heart to join the Inquisition, under the Catholic Holy see, in exchange of her firstborn.

She became the church's attack dog, of a small known team of exorcists that dabble in the supernatural. One step away from being in the pyre themselves, but bringing the war unto the faithless and demonic. It was during this time, where her infamy among witches grew. Frida the Radiant, they called her. Someone to avoid. Sometimes a Catholic. Sometimes hired through backdoor deals in protestant branches. Always an enemy.

Yet, things once more grew into a lull. Science and enlightment broke through, and faith is not what it used to be. More moderate stances were taken, stances where the bloodstained exorcist would stick like a sore thumb, eventually relegated to more trite and boring missions. The emergence of the Holy Saviours proved to be an opportunity in a ever-growing stale world. She did not believe their call for help was geniune, but she came to Ember Grove regardless. With a twofold objective. To keep tabs on the crazy priest, and to keep tabs on the things that might made said madman jump.

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》C o v e n
Anathema, currently dispatched to the Holy Saviours as exorcist

》S k i l l L e v e l
Advanced

》S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n
Frida is specialized in light spells and healing. She can perform healing by just laying her hands on a target, mimicking the kind of miraculous healing Saints could do. Her light summoning is as intense as sunlight, and has the same burning quality to it.

Custom Spells:

• Laying of the Hands (intermediate): "Sanae" The caster extends their hands and conjures energies that mend flesh and purge illness and poison. Exertion of the caster is proportional to the damage restored, can bring people who are in the brink of death to top shape. Needs advanced rank to be chantless. Effectiveness increases with medical knowledge and caster's expertise.
• Ira Dei (advanced/forbidden): A compound spell honed over several centuries. A powerful curse that permeates the battlefield, causing magic and supernatural abilities to fail, while at the same time increasing the abilities of one's allies beyond what should be humanly possibly. The caster must stand in place and maintain a continuated chant for as long one wishes the effect to take place. This magic will only work if allies share a faith with the caster.

Name: Gwendolyn Dexter Barrett

》B a s i c s

Full name: Gwendolyn Dexter Barrett

Age: 45 (Looks 22)

Date of Birth: April 20th, 1976

Gender: Female

Where are you from?: Perth,Australia

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5'4

Weight: 146

Hair Color: Blonde

Hair Length: Meduim length and styled in cornrows

Skin Color: White

Eye Color: Blue

Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: Lip, eyebrow, ears, nose and belly button piercings

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Bi-Sexual

Relationship Status: Single

Any pre-determined friends?: Her band mates

Siblings' Status: None

Parents' Status: Mother is dead, father is alive

Pets: A male rottweiler named Danzig

How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 7/10

How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 9/10

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:

✡ Reading
✡ Dogs
✡ Skateboarding

Dislikes:

✡ Hunters
✡ Cats
✡ Arrogant people

Hobbies:

✡ Writing music
✡ Reading medical books
✡ Gardening

Skills:

✡ Lockpicking
✡ Skilled in wrestling
✡ Knowledge in anatomy and medicine

》P e r s o n a l i t y

Gwendolyn is a loud and brass wanting to be the center of attention, either it be good or bad she will do anything for people to notice her. She loves to fight and is willing to instigate one with strangers, However she knows when she would not have a fighting chance against someone. Using a tough a nails attitude to push people away form her, She rarely connects to people on a emotional level using her brassiness to deter others from getting close to her. The only time she is willing to get close to someone if it is her family or someone she can trust enough to get close to.

Gwendolyn secretly hides her depression and anguish by drinking and fighting, She shows these hidden emotions only to her journal or the severed decomposing head from a previous boyfriend. She always tried to keep her humanity, only drinking animal and blood form a blood bank. She does not think human as pigs and is willing to cooperate with them.

》H i s t o r y

Gwendolyn was born in Australia living with her mother and father, She was a only child of her parents. She lived a pretty normal life having a interest in music and wrestling, During high school she was apart of the wrestling and basketball team. Her parents had to move when she was eighteen years old, Because her father was CEO of a soda company. While living in America she went to college she was studying medicine as well as being on the college wrestling team. During college she was studying to becoming a mortician, Taking a part time job/apprenticeship at the local morgue.

During spring break she met this man while at the club with her friends. The two in bed getting ready to have intercourse, But before that could happen she was bitten by a vampire. Afterwards she was alone working as a night guard, after a few years of that she moved to Ember Grove joining the Sincair Foundation as a medic. Her main source of income is being a musician for a punk band.

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Sinclair Foundation

》P u r e b l o o d?

She was bitten

》B a s i c s

Full name: Monica Villarreal
Age: 21
Date of Birth: November 1, 1998
Gender: Female
Occupation: Digital Artist/Digital Streamer
Where are you from?: Cancún, Mexico
Are you aware of the supernatural?: Yes, very

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 126 lbs
Hair Color: Reddish, Brownish Black
Hair Length: Shoulder-Length
Skin Color: Naturally Tanned
Eye Color: Caramel
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Her ghostly roommate named Amanda
Siblings' Status: Alive
Parents' Status: Dead
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 6
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 5

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
🔅 Animals
🔅 The beach
🔅 Good food, especially hot chocolate
🔅 Not being pestered by all these ghosts

Dislikes:
🔅 Foul smells
🔅 Frogs
🔅 Haughty people
🔅 Being pestered by all these ghosts

Hobbies:
🔅 Running her online blog
🔅 Singing
🔅 Photography

Skills:
🔅 Skilled mediator
🔅 Photo and video editing
🔅 Being able to see spirits and other supernatural beings
🔅 Knowledgeable about spirits, the supernatural, and the afterlife

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Monica, or Mo for short, is a pretty quiet person. She mostly just keeps to herself and doesn't tell others her problems, especially her close relatives, because she doesn't want anyone to worry about her. She wants to solve whatever problems she has on her own and will only seek out help if she really couldn't do it.

Some guys are pretty intimidated by her because they claim that she 'isn't like the other girls', meaning she's not easily impressed and definitely not easy to get. Still, that doesn't mean the girl doesn't like to have a boyfriend. She's a firm believer that there's someone out there for you, a.k.a. a soulmate.

Most people are also afraid of talking to her because of her resting bitch face. Once you get to know her more, she'll start to warm up to you. She's the type of friend that tells you as it is and keeps you grounded when you're flying too high, but she's also very caring in a way that she'll offer you advice and will even help you in your problems as much as she could.

》H i s t o r y
Mo is the only child of a Filipino-American woman and a full-blooded Mexican man. She has a very interesting family bloodline, especially on her mother's side. Matter of fact, Mo is related to the very first babaylan, a Filipino priestess, of her country. Supposedly, these priestesses were gifted in the supernatural. It's been told in many historical records that a babaylan has supernatural abilities such as calling upon the gods to ensure good weather for harvest season and seeking the knowledge of the spirits of their forefathers to foretell the future.

The number of priestesses in her country dwindled after the invasion of foreigners who violated their lands and forced their own tradition and culture into the natives. Even after being tainted by the blood of foreigners, Mo's priestess bloodline still continued to survive up to this day. The women in Mo's mother's side of the family have a strong connection to the spirit world. Some of them could only see these spirits while some of them could even communicate with the supernatural. While the men have a weaker connection, they could still sense if there is a ghost near them.

Mo was believed to have the strongest connection in her family. Not only could she see and talk to these spirits but she could also command them to some extent after her mother saw Mo as a child ordering a poltergeist to retrieve her teddy bear from afar. Her family thought that it was because of her being born on the day of the dead, making her connection to the spirit world much stronger than the others.

Most of Mo's childhood friends from growing up were ghosts and it concerned her parents very much as they knew the real world will treat her as a freak. They also feared that she may confuse the living from the dead while growing up. It got to the point where a malevolent spirit manipulated young Mo from making the girl follow her to a cliff. Mo, who as a child believed that all spirits were good, would've died if her parents quickly took action and save her from jumping to her death.

After that incident, Mo's parents brought the young girl to her Filipino grandmother who had the ability to shut down a person's sixth sense. They then flew her to Mexico, her father's home country, where she grew up most of her life in. Unfortunately, Mo's parents died during a car crash and she was hurt that she couldn't see their spirits during their wake.

Mo decided to stay at a relative's house in Ember Grove, South Carolina indefinitely for a fresh start. During her stay in Ember Grove, Mo searched the local library for anything supernatural, anything that can help her awaken her sixth sense so she could see her parents again but found nothing. Mo's aunt knew her problem so when Mo was asleep, her aunt went in her room, placed a hand on her forehead, muttered something softly, before kissing her forehead and leaving. When Mo awakened, she never saw her aunt again except for a letter.

That was when all her problems started.

+ What are ghosts?
Simply put, ghosts are the spirits or souls of dead humans and animals.

+ What do they look like?
They vary differently in terms of how they look, from bright wispy shapes to hauntingly life-like to just plain essence. They can choose to alter their appearance from being invisible, a wisp, or human but they can't change their gender, the age they died as, the type of ghost they are, and the color of their aura. If they choose to appear as humans, their skin will be the colored bluish grey and the color of the clothes they died in won't change. Some even choose to look like how they died.

+ What are the types of ghosts?

+ Why do they exist?
Every living being on Earth has a soul. It was even believed by ancient civilizations that inanimate objects also had souls, even the celestial bodies like the sun and moon. More importantly though: if you're a living, breathing organism, you definitely have a soul.

+ Why are they here?
People most likely believe that ghosts can move on to the Afterlife whenever they wanted. It's believed that some ghosts choose not to move on because they either have some unfinished business, they're bound here and cannot move on even though they want to for whatever reason, they haven't even realized they're dead yet and they're refusing to believe their time on earth is over, or they really just choose not to move on.

+ What is the Afterlife?
The Afterlife is a place where a ghost is supposed to go when they die. Nobody knows what it looks like except for those who moved on. Once you moved on to the Afterlife, you can't go back to the world of the living except for reincarnation where the memories of your past life will be erased and you'll be reborn as an entirely new being.


+ Should I be scared of ghosts?
Not really. Almost all of the humans on Earth have no ability to sense or see the spirit of the dead. If you're one of them then continue to live your life the way you want. Ignorance is bliss.

+ How can I talk to ghosts?
There is the most famous ritual called the ouija board. There's also a bunch of other rituals that you can follow, but be warned. If you talk to the dead, ALL of them can hear you.

+ How do I know if there are ghosts nearby?
You can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You can also feel a sudden drop in temperature where you are or the feeling of something heavy on your chest.

+ Do ghosts follow rules?
- They can't possess a living human's body unless the person's soul is out of their physical body.
- They can't possess a corpse.
- They can choose to reincarnate from Heaven and Hell but not from Twilight. Even so, ghosts in Hell must be earnest in repenting for their sins before having the right to be reincarnated.
- They can't directly harm a living being.

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N/A

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Advanced

》Spell Specialization-
Telekinesis | Healing | Tracking | Dream Walking | Ward/Cloaking | Illusions |
TBA

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Astraea came into the world during a dark time of the human race, the late 1600s. A time with no plumbing, religious zeal, and poverty. Her father Umbriel Moore worked and operated as the town Blacksmith. His main purpose was to create and forge various weaponry for the local guard. He had met and married Lucinda Merriweather. A local woman who assisted with her parents Apothocary. The family had been known to create specific medications in order to cure numerous ailments... almost as if by magic.

The magic bloodline had run through her mother's side. Apothecaries were like medieval pharmacies, in a way it was the perfect cover story for the Merriwhethers to live their day-to-day lives creating and selling magic potions. For a while, the townsfolk were unaware as to the true nature of the family.
A few years went by until Umbriel and Lucinda had a healthy baby girl named Astraea. Umbriel swore that he had seen the universe in his daughter's eyes and declared that she should be named after the stars they resembled. Over the years Astraea would help her mother in the Apothecary. Unbeknownst to her father, while he worked at his shop during the day Lucinda had been training her in the ways of Wicca.

It wasn't until Astraea hit 23 when everything went wrong. During that time the Salem Witch Trials were at their peak. Rumors of witchcraft spread across the colony. Neighbors were turning on each other. Left and right people were being accused and hanged for barely any evidence other than "hear-say." Some accusations due to irrational fear, some to jealousy or spite.
Umbriel had always been a religious man. One morning he had forgotten his lunch at home and when he had returned to retrieve it he walked in on his wife and child practicing levitation.

Scared by the propaganda the priests had been spreading, he felt compelled to turn them in. While restraining Lucinda, she urged her daughter to run away and save herself. Later that afternoon Astraea watched helplessly as her mother stood, tied to a stake screaming as she was burned alive.
Later that night she broke into her old home in order to collect her things. One item, in particular, was an old family heirloom, the Merriwhether Book of Shadows. A powerful tome that would later assist in evolving her magic power.
With one foot out the window, she turned to see her father and a knife in his hand. Tears were in his eyes as he grabbed her. Everything happened so fast. In a blur, Astraea took the weapon in her father's hand and, in self-defense, ended his life.
Horrified by what she had done, she ran away never to return to Salem again.

Centuries had passed with Astraea traveling from town to town. State to state. It was hard for her to stay in one place due to the fact that she never aged. Once she had hit her mid-20s, it was as if she'd stopped growing.
In 1857 she resided on the outskirts of Portland, Oregon. A town she enjoyed immensely. The thought of having to move eventually made her wince. While leading a ritual for Winter Solstice she found a little black kitten nearly dead with frostbite. After taking him in and reviving him, she immediately fell in love. It didn't take long for her to realize that he was indeed her familiar. A life-long companion.

It is now 2020. With a need to move again she set her sights on a place called Ember Grove. A decent-sized town in South Carolina. On its outskirts, she found a beautiful little cottage in the thick of the forest. Privacy was essential in order to conduct the rituals specified in her family spellbook.

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Having had to move around over the years, Astraea is new to Ember Grove. Currently, she doesn't know any of the locals and acts as a solitary witch. At this time she does not belong to a Coven.

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In her free time, Astraea has read and reread her mothers tome nearly thousands of times. Memorizing every spell and ritual within it. For almost 400 years she has done nothing but practice magic. Obsessed and intrigued with its mysticism, she felt that it was her one connection to her beloved mother.
Her skill level lies more towards advanced. However, in her eyes, there is always room for improvement.

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|Goddess of the Stars:| "Ego mater stellas continent."
A Latin phrase that loosly translates: "I embody the mother of the stars."
An ancient spell that the Merriwhethers have kept hidden since the dawn of time. A spell so powerful that it gives its caster the ability to call upon and take form of one of the many gods in existence.
The strength and duration of the enchantment all depends on the skill level of the magical being using it. Not only do they have to be someone of amazing power, but they also have to have intimate knowledge of the rituals inner workings. In a way making it so it is apart of themselves. If the magical being in question is immensely powerful but has little knowledge of the steps they should take, the spell would only last a few short minutes. If at all. But if the spell is carried out perfectly, the user can become a deity for as long as their magic energy lasts.
This is known to be dangerous. Due to the fact that one of the ways to kill a witch is to suck out all their magic.
There are some stipulations to this as well. If the witch who calls upon the diety does so for the wrong reasons, horrible repercussions will take place. The spell would then strip the caster of their essence. Leaving them a hollow and empty shell. Their mind would not be their own. Their body would simply be used as a vessel for gods and demons alike.

It had taken Astraea her entire life to study and perfect the ritual. Even after 300 years worth of attempts she still struggles to successfully cast it. Only on one occasion has she come close.
On a night with clear skies and a crecent moon, Astraea knelt just outside of her log cabin. Surrounding her were multiple objects. Ingredients that had taken a lot of time and trouble to attain. Things such as unicorn hair, an elm leaf that had been dried over lightening, a lions tooth, and a few more odds and ends of that sort.
Looking up she focused on the stars that littered the dark canvas above her. Shoulders back, palms face up, she began to feel the magical essance enter her being. With a deep breath, she steadied the rapid beating of her heart and began.

"Ego mater stellas continent." She spoke manifesting the words into reality.

Slowly, her hair melted and turned from golden blonde to a midnight blue-black. Her bronze skin paled into beautiful ivory that seemed to glitter and glow beneath the moonlight. She could feel her eyes turn a shade of violet that only compared to the hues of the cosmos. Stars littered her hair and cheeks, accenting features that seemed to sharpen to perfection. Constellations appeared across her arms, neck, and chest. It's light growing brighter and brighter. Casting a brilliant luminescence on the trees that surrounded her.
In a haze, she saw and felt an indescribable and immense power. An ability that no mere mortal could put into words or even fathom.
Before her eyes, much like a film reel, she saw ancient secrets of the universe come to light. Knowledge that had been too substantial to bare. Looking down she noticed a glowing white orb start to form in the middle of her right palm. A grin spread across her face as she watched what could only be a star grow bigger and bigger.
She was so distracted that she didn't notice the world around her was spinning. That the spell was starting to take over her. That she was losing any and all control.
As if a switch had flipped, she suddenly felt her life force draining at a rapid rate. A shocking fear took hold of her as she struggled to tear away from the ethereal shadow that clung to her. It wasn't until the very last moment that she finally freed herself from an impending demise.
Panting, she lay on the forest floor, her cheek pressing into the earth. Her vision began to blur and dim before she realized that the spell she had just cast had almost destroyed her. Had almost killed her. The exhaustion overtook her and she passed out, unable to wake up for almost a week.
Nevertheless, the power she had felt in that short amount of time was too incredible to ignore. Too amazing to resist.
She was addicted. She was obsessed She needed to try and perfect the enchantment again.

Johnathan Van Hellsing

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-B a s i c s

Full name: Johnathan Van Hellsing

Age: 56

Date of Birth: October 31 1966

Gender: Male

Where are you from?: Strensall, England

-A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6’5

Weight:231 Pounds

Hair Color: Grey

Hair Length: Short

Skin Color: White

Eye Color: Green

Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

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-R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: Single

Any pre-determined friends?: None

Siblings' Status: None

Parents' Status: Mother and father is deceased, His grandfather and mentor is also deceased.

Pets: A cat named Herbert.

How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 2/10

How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 2/10

-I n t e r e s t s

Likes:

-Earl gray tea
-Boxing
-Reading

Dislikes:

-Vampires
-Werewolves
-Witches

Hobbies:

-Practicing with his weapons
-Translating Latin Books
-Painting

Skills:

-Hand to hand combat
-Expert knowledge in the supernatural
-Skilled in gunplay and knife combat

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-P e r s o n a l i t y

Johnathan Van Hellsing is a gruff person, being a no nonsense kind of person that is willing to point out the flaws of people. Doing things his own way and doing anything to complete the task given to him, not caring if people’s feelings or are physically hurt. Johnathan thinks himself a badass and will act like a cowboy form a Clint Eastwood movie, Taking the approach of shot first and ask questions later, which is an attitude that gets him in trouble form his superiors . Because of his deep hatred for supernatural creatures he shows no mercy to anyone that he deems deserves to not live on this earth.

Jonathan cannot relate to other people, and likes to keep to himself, he keeps a cool and level head when in any situation. Rarely showing his emotions to others being presented as being cold and distant, the only real emotion he feels is hatred and anger which he rarely shows to others. When angered he is more brutal and almost animalistic towards the person of his ire, to calm himself down he prays to the rosery he has in his pocket.

Only showing some assemble of kindness and friendship to people whom he trusts, Of course this is a rare occasion. When he does encounter someone he does trust, he is quite protective of them. Occasionally quipping and giving dry humor or observations while around others, and most of these can annoy others around him. He is highly religious and is highly superstitious, being also quite proud of being British. Feeling insulted and will become angry when made fun of about his British heritage, Jonathan is also a bit of a hypocrite with him insulting other religions. He also likes to quote the bible at other people especially toward his victims.

-H i s t o r y

Jonathan was born in Strensall, England, his mother named Integra Hellsing whom was a teacher along with his father named Kellogg Swan who was a factory worker. He lived a relatively normal life, As a young boy he wanted to become a painter. However when he was nine years old his parents were murdered by vampires and his mother who had recently turned killed by Jonathan’s grandfather before she could kill him. His grandfather named Abraham Van Hellsing II who later took him in after his parent’s deaths. Being taught in his pre-teen and teenage years hunting supernatural creatures, against his wishes to being a painter. During high school and college he would be taught how to hunt, and being dragged along to missions to kill supernatural creatures. All of this including being beaten by his grandfather for not preforming his duties as a hunter, took a mental toll on the young Johnathan. As a adult Jonathan was starting out in England with his grandfather and an associate of his grandfather named Quincy Harker. However later in his life his grandfather died of old age and was partnered with Quincy, After many years of being partnered with Quincy killing supernatural creatures. The two of them split ways with Quincy working as an independent party, Recently Quincy retired being a hunter living in London.

Jonathan meanwhile kept hunting around The UK, Gaining his wealth form his paintings and managing other painters. As well as creating business including restaurant, computer companies, and banks. Later on in his life he moved to America to gain more business and to hunt more prey. Joining the hunter’s in his mid fifties, the reason for this is because of the recommendation form another hunter who wanted Jonathan to join the hunter’s. This choice he took right away as he wanted more resources to kill supernatural creatures.

-G r o u p

Hunter Guild

-P r e f e r r e d W e a p on (s)

Claymore sword and .44 Magnum.

-C o m b a t S k i l l s

-Swordplay
-Gunplay
-Skilled in Fu Jow Pai (Tiger style martial art)

-E x p e r i m e n t?

None

-W e a k n e s s e s

- Human
-Old Age
-Arrogant