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》B a s i c s

Full name: Finn Cooper
Age: 19
Date of Birth: July 2nd
Gender: Male
Occupation:Professional kickboxer
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

》B a s i c s

Full name: Michael “Mike” Cooper
Age: 24
Date of Birth: December 17th
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: New York
Occupation: University student with a major in history and psychology. Bartender at trance.

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6.2
Weight: 82 kg
Hair Color: Blond
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Caucacian
Eye Color: Green
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None
Detail your werewolf form:



》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?:
Siblings' Status: Younger brother named Finn
Parents' Status: Jeremiah and Allysa Cooper, Alive
Pets:None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 7
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 7

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
Three minimum.
✡History
✡Art
✡Literature
✡Classical music
Dislikes:
Three minimum.
✡Violence
✡His father
✡Pack/Clan/Coven politics
Hobbies:
Three minimum.
✡Playing the violin
✡Going out
✡Reading classic literature
Skills:
Three minimum.
✡Excellent bartender and expert at mixing cocktails
✡Highly intelligent
✡Extremely insightful and perceptive
✡ Excellent chess player

Additional Picture/Quote/etc Optional

》P e r s o n a l i t y
✡ Calm ✡ Patient ✡ Introverted ✡ Social ✡ Steadfast in his believes ✡ kind hearted

Where his younger brother is often described as a bouncing ball full of energy and erratic decision making, Mike on the other hand is always very calm and patient. He prefers to think things through rather than jumping into action on a whim.

Mike has a caring heart for anyone but especially for his younger brother. In a way, he’s more of a father to Finn than their father ever was. A role he adopted from an early age. Unlike his parents, Mike has the gift to truly connect with the people he chooses to engage with and to see what they need even when those people are still unaware of that need.

Mike is very steadfast in his beliefs and morality. He shuns violence and strongly believes that all groups could live together if they truly would put in the effort to set their differences aside. He ofter prefers to focus on the good aspects of persons even when they are buried deep below layers of pent up feelings and twisted morality.

》H i s t o r y

Mike is the eldest son of Jeremiah and Allysa Cooper and elder brother to Finn. Where his younger brother was a chaotic ball of endless energy Mike was a quiet and introverted kid who prefered activities such as reading and drawing where his younger brother would run around, climb trees, do sports and get into fights. Activities you’d expect from a boy.

In the eyes of Jeremiah, his eldest son Mike always lacked the masculine qualities a true pureblood male werewolf should possess. Despite his father never blatantly saying it out loud, Mike always knew he regarded him as a failure and an insult to the superior werewolf kind. He could simply see it in the eyes of his father and read it in between the lines of the words he spoke.

The older Mike got, the more he would get at odds with his father. When Jeremiah announced that he had made an arrangement to have Mike married to the daughter of another pureblood wolf family in New York he simply and calmly stated that he had no interest in girls. Needless to say that a huge fight broke out.

Eventually Mike decided to leave his parental house and pack in order to live on his own. He applied to Ember Grove University and moved to the small town far away from his father. Regardless of the distance, he always remained in close contact with his younger Brother Finn. Occasionally he would come back to New York to watch his younger brother fight in the ring.

The first year at Ember Grove university was a rather quiet one. Mike just lived his life as regular humans and no one ever found out that he was something more than his peers. However about four weeks ago his secret leaked out and information about him being a werewolf somehow got into the hands of Operation Humanity.

On his way back home from his side job as a bartender, Mike got confronted by Hunters of Operation Humanity. But rather than to fight, he offered to get along peacefully. Ever since that day, Mike is detained by Operation Humanity in their facility near Ember Grove.

》P a c k
Omega werewolf, used to be part of the Cooper pack back in New York.

》P u r e b l o o d?
Pureblood

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Sean Stone
Age: 26
Date of Birth: 3 October 1993
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Tampa, Florida

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6ft
Weight: 185
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Fair, slightly tanned
Eye Color: 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?: Associates include Operation Humanity members and one stubborn witch in hiding by the name of Amna Ismat
Siblings' Status: Only Child
Parents' Status: Alive
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?: 4

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
Three minimum.
✡ Saving lives
✡ A challenge whether it's healthy or not
✡ Steak…
✡ Studying everything Hunter
✡ Having a mission
✡ A good joke here and there
Dislikes:
Three minimum.
✡ Negative Actions of the supernatural
✡ Failing to save a life
✡ Not being prepared
✡ Wasting Time
✡ Bickering
Hobbies:
Three minimum.
✡ Eating Steak
✡ Planning his next move
✡ Shooting at the range
✡ People watching
✡ Exercise
Skills:
Three minimum.
✡ Highly observant of his surroundings (for his own wellbeing)
✡ Keeping Secrets/Telling a Lie
✡ Being a distraction

》P e r s o n a l i t y
Sean is a bit of a mystery to most who know him. Old friends, work colleagues, and even family. One thing most could agree on was that he was highly driven. When Sean set his attention on a task, he stuck to it like an obsession. Saying he's a workaholic would be accurate.

Sean often finds it hard to relate to others in his life that have experienced hardships. He can see the difference between the eyes of himself and of those who have lost so much to the supernatural. Unlike some of his peers, Sean doesn't hold some vendetta or is out for revenge. He hunts the supernatural to protect those that are unable to defend themselves. His reasoning allows him to keep a level head in a fight with any foe, but his weakness is that he finds it hard to believe all supernatural are evil, especially recently. Seeing supernatural creatures showcasing a moment of humanity cause him to hesitate in acting against them, at least lethally. At the same time, he doesn't negotiate with any supernatural that chooses to live what they might deem their "natural" way of living which in turn, threatens the lives of humans. After getting a kill, one might notice a sliver of remorse in his body language. His job is his duty. He doesn't always enjoy having to go so far, but he knows he must for the creatures of the night are relentless.

Sean is not a fan of two things, bickering and wasting time on trivial matters. He would much rather give up on an argument than continue on and is straightforward with most things. He's not the most open about all his methods but is willing to share enough in order for his team to succeed. He tells people what he thinks they need to know, but only that.

When he's not engaged in fight off supernatural, Sean is cool and casual. He might jest a bit, but it's usually in form of a sidebar comment.

》H i s t o r y
Sean was born to a normal family with a fairly normal upbringing. He was just an only child who had the dream of becoming a police officer and was set on the path after he and his mother were rescued after a car accident that left their vehicle turned over after going off the road. It actually hadn't been an officer, but just a man who had witnessed the accident. With both of them safely removed from the vehicle during their time in need, Sean learned two things. He wanted to be like that man and help others, and much later he realized, you didn't need a badge to do just that.

At the age of 17, he enlisted in the United States Army for two years active duty as a military policeman. His main motivator for serving was to two fast track himself into the police academy. When he was nineteen and a summer away from going for the police academy, he found himself in a situation that he would never forget. His friend Keith had been a guy he had always gotten along with since the two met at a shooting range as teenagers. Their fathers were familiar with each other, but the young teens became the best of friends, bonding in their enjoyment of firearms. Keith didn't join the service and at one point was a bit distant, but the two had taken an evening to hit up a beach party in Clearwater. It was a good time until the later hours. There were about a dozen people drunkenly laughing and vibing when a snarling stage D vampire walked up onto the scene. One man was immediately grabbed a bitten when he approached the creature thinking it was some junkie. Keith was the only one who knew any better. Sean attempted to draw on the creature, but only got one shot to land, a shot that was easily ignored as it approached. While confused as to how something so frail looking could shrug off a 9mm at point-blank without so much as a flinch, Keith moved in front and fired two shots to the creature's chest and dropped it. Same caliber, practically the same pistol. The two then fled the scene while Keith made some odd phone calls. Keith had attempted to talk Sean down during the ride back to Tampa, but he had seen too much and wasn't going to let it go. Keith took him to his place and eventually explained.

Keith was in the family business of killing vampires. They were a small group that was located in the Tampa Bay area. Keith's family had been working in the area for several years. Keith was reluctant, but Sean was persistent. The more he learned about vampires, the more he wanted to go out and stop them. To him, they were the true criminals that never got caught. An enemy to humanity. Sean traded police academy in for some training and hunting with Keith. The two made a great team, but Sean felt they should be doing more. Playing more offensively. He went on hunts Keith wasn't comfortable with, he investigated vampire clans for hours on hours. Sean solving cases and killing vampires for sure, but he was also struggling with money. Keith's family was fine with helping Sean a bit, but it was barely enough. He had heard of Operation Humanity from Keith once but was told he was better off just quitting than going to them. He almost thought of quitting and getting an actual job, maybe even the police force.

In his time of considering, he came and Operation Humanity had wound up hunting the same suspected vampire in Georgia. Sean had a hunch that he was hunting a stage D vampire, due to the state of its victims. When Sean went head to head with what was a lycan and his soon to be victims, he found himself ill-prepared. Not only did the beast incapacitate him with a swift backhand into a tree, but it attacked the victims who cried out in response. Sean passed out before he snapped back awake to the sound of automatic gunfire. He found the lycan riddled with silver bullets. Sean would have died that night if Operation Humanity hadn't been there. He was devastated by the loss of life that occurred that night due to not being prepared. That was the same night they recruited him and opened his eyes to knowledge of lycans and witches as well. He joined a team dedicated to eradicating a savage werewolf pack in Georgia and learned to hunt the new deadly foe. If only his first encounter with a witch would have been the one to be straightforward.

Sean had gotten information of a witch coven operating within Atlanta, and though it wasn't in his usual scope of operations, the man moved to raid the coven. To his surprise, what he found was not three ghoulish pale-skinned women huddled around a sacrificial child, but a family birthday party. He was sure they knew what kind of man he was, but he fled the scene before they could have a chance to act. That was the first night he questioned hunting. Operation Humanity had not yet tasked him to kill any witches, but what if they eventually did? He'd have to kill creatures that looked like people? It troubled him, but he knew the day would come where he would have to kill one of them.

Sean is now stationed at the Operation Humanity base outside of Ember Grove. He is often found sleeping there beneath his desk.

》G r o u p
Operation Humanity

》P r e f e r r e d W e a p on (s)
Rifles, pistols, proton dual blades, grenades, and a trusty baseball bat.

》C o m b a t S k i l l s
Three minimum, five maximum.
✡ The use of all manner of firearms. Always open to get his hands on a new toy.
✡ Can use his surroundings and be innovative in combat
✡ Proficient in the use of two short swords, but not preferred
✡ Does not fight fair. Will use any advantage or tools available to win.
✡ Uses a black baseball bat that has been enchanted with an intermediate level protection spell that activates when it strikes the target of protection twice. It only works on one target at a time and its range is only as large as a single room.

》E x p e r i m e n t
Sean opted out of experimentation.
》W e a k n e s s e s
Three minimum.
✡ Becomes very paranoid when he feels like he's not in control of a situation
✡ Sean is often poorly rested due to how much he pushes himself to work excessively long hours.
✡ Can hesitate when killing a creature if they show a great deal of humanity.

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Valentin Micail Florescu
Age: 36
Date of Birth: 4/1/84
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Republic of Moldova

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: approx. 195cm
Weight: approx. 90kg
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: short, variable
Skin Color: light beige
Eye Color: blue
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: assorted scars

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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?: Josef of Makedon
Siblings' Status: Alive
Parents' Status: Alive
Pets: A cat named Ion
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 5

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Classical Music & (to a lesser degree) other arts
✡ Puzzles
✡ Healthy changes
✡ Learning and Teaching
✡ Wine
Dislikes:
✡ Most animals
✡ Anything he doesn't understand
✡ Being wrong
Hobbies:
✡ An assortment of instruments he plays
✡ Chess, rubic's cubes, and other logical/mathematical problems
✡ Models (trains, boats, planes, etc.)
Skills:
✡ Use & maintenance of firearms
✡ Mathematics, Logic, Computers & Algorithms
✡ History, theology, philosophy
✡ Supernatural Lore
✡ Languages (Romanian, French, English, German, Russian, Latin, Slavonic, Greek, Hebrew, Arabic, Italian, Ukrainian, Sanskrit, Aramaic)

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
Valentin's work and exterior belie his personality. In a sense he is the incarnation of the trope of a gentle giant. He is very polite, even shy at times, lectures being really the only setting he can perform in front of many people comfortably. The fellow helps old ladies cross the street and carries their groceries for them, while leaving bowls of milk for stray cats. Valentin also has a quite strict idea of life putting much value in honour, integrity, and duty. Anybody who gets into the way of the Hunter is an enemy of all that is good, and they must be dealt with in a non-civilian manner. The man has come to be very resistant to unexpected changes, preferring slow and steady transitions often leading him to take refuge in the past with books on history and such. The man also has a considerable violent side to him that is largely repressed when it isn't needed, but is truly horrifying when it comes to light; he makes sure to always make horrifying and gruesome examples of them to make even the most animal of werewolves and unholy of witches feel fear. His hatred for the eternal enemies of humanity leaves absolutely no room for mercy when he's on the hunt, a sort of berserk state entering the Hunter when he's on the job.

》H i s t o r y
Valentin was born into a mixed family in the Republic of Moldova, with most roots in Transylvanian Romania where he spent most of his childhood. His family were a fairly long line (about two centuries) of folk Clergy, police officers, and other people using their rustic knowledge against the many vampires locally as well as migrating werewolves and witches. To him, the sight of the supernatural was for a long time believed to be a childish figment of the imagination for a long time in his adolescence. This was not an unreasonable conclusion for him to come to, given he was in possession of a very strong imagination. Indeed he was noted as a very strange boy by most, a very big oaf talking to himself and spending most of his time with books rather than with other children — his parents suspected he had a condition of some sort, but they didn't want him diagnosed lest it destroy what little relations he had. Moving through his school years the marks of the boy were fairly good, and university was the direct path for him. It was in the fourth year of obtaining his higher education that all that past he saw of his father hunting the supernatural came back to him when news came of his uncle's death. The man was torn in half, and the lad's father needed his help. Going back to his home village Valentin was happy to oblige, but in the very orderly universe he imagined he was absolutely not prepared for the many revelations that came to him that day. They quite literally broke him, and it took quite some time including the cathartic killing of one of the culprits of the crime to put the pieces back together. With that, the previously entirely scientific education of the young man began to include many lectures taken on the humanities so that he could learn about the foe plaguing the world. This turned to a sort of obsession, the now fairly large young man doing everything in his power to avenge the fallen uncle knowing that many members of the cabal of the supernatural beings that killed his uncle were still alive and had to be hunted down.

It was some time after achieving his Doctorate that his hunt for the creatures took him back to his birthplace of Moldova. There he managed to cull a vampire, but his master fled to the Middle East to hide with non-state actors there. To have a chance at following them armed he joined the Evro Polis mercenary company, where he saw much combat against them. However, again he failed to catch their elusive leader who he now identified by name (or at least, moniker) as Archimedes. Archimedes fought his way to escape from the righteous effort of the Hunter, making his way to America. It once again took almost a year of investigation to track down the fellow, but track him down he did. Immigrating to the new world, Valentin searched the last known location of the bastard known as Ember Grove. He had to sustain himself while in the United States however, so he took two jobs; the day work of being a Professor at the local university (that would assist him in his task by giving much access to the libraries and intellectual circles there) and some contracts with Operation Humanity (which more directly aids his goal of finding his ultimate prey).

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》G r o u p
Nominally independent but contracts on a near permanent basis with operation Humanity

》P r e f e r r e d W e a p on (s)
Subsonic firearms / bludgeons & blades / his fists.

》C o m b a t S k i l l s
✡ Uses firearms with particularly notable recoil control
✡ Great with his fists, legs, his head, Experienced with knives, hatchets and even swords to hack apart his enemies; a very good all round CQB basis
✡ Unbreakable will
✡ Very fast reactions
✡ Fairly stealthy in spite of his bulk

》E x p e r i m e n t?
N/A

》W e a k n e s s e s
✡ He deals very poorly with unexpected/unforeseen issues
✡ Not a particularly good socialite
✡ Perfectionist
✡ Violent, vengeful
✡ An almost childish difficulty admitting he is wrong and coming to compromise
✡ Not particularly creative

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Noah William Beaumont
Age: 27 technically, eternally 22
Date of Birth: Febuary 11th
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’9
Weight: 165lbs
Hair Color: Red
Hair Length: Medium, shaggy
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Green
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None, his scars were healed when he was turned.

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: All thought to be dead, although his youngest sister, Angel Beaumont, still lives.
Parents' Status: Both dead
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 5
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 3



》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Indulging his whims
✡ Destruction
✡ Pain
✡ Listening to stories from other vampires
✡ Music
✡ Strength and Power

Dislikes:
✡ Daylight, he finds it incredibly irritating
✡ Humanity, and the remnants of it that exist within himself
✡ His own, broken, mind
✡ His own reflection, especially his eyes
✡ Failure
✡ The disgusting, smelly werewolves, though hunters and witches are also high on his list

Hobbies:
✡ Hunting and Killing
✡ Reading
✡ Torment the human blood slaves

Skills:
✡ Very high tolerance for pain
✡ Ruthless and headstrong, Noah is not easily swayed from his goals
✡ High endurance

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
Little remains of the person Noah once was, the amount of physical and emotional torture he received before being made vampire has broken down and reformed him into a monster. Noah acts selfishly, fueled only by his own desires, but his need to be accepted by other vampires often keep his desires in line with the clan he serves. He wants deeply to prove himself as a vampire, trying to wash himself of his humanity with constant blood drinking until it is all but a distant memory. He has no empathy for humanity, they are but cattle for the vampires who are the ultimate apex predator. Towards other vampires he feels a deep-seated need to be accepted, wanting their approval, craving it almost as much as he craves blood. He despises being alone, so much of his time as a human captive of vampires has made loneliness almost unbearable to him. His outgoing nature remains, he is friendly and occasionally chatty with other vampires, and he enjoys hearing the stories from the past older vampires have to tell.

Noah is cruel to his prey, enjoying toying with them, hunting and stalking them until their blood is made even tastier with fear and adrenaline rushing through it. His self-control is poor, as a young vampire, Noah is prone to impulsiveness and can’t easily control himself in the presence of human blood or around potential victims when hungry. He often forgets his new found vampire strength and speed as well, and with how easily he is distracted by his heightened sense these things make it difficult for him to even be around humans without seeming suspicious. Noah has an unnerving intensity to him, everything he does is fueled by a need to become what he was meant to be; a perfect monster. When set on a task he becomes completely obsessed with it, be it killing someone, learning something new, or even a small task assigned by his clan, he cannot stop until he succeeds. More than one task at a time is, however, difficult for him, it’s too overwhelming for him to try and split his focus.

His biggest weakness is how fractured his mind is, those who like him might call him unhinged but most would call him insane. Noah often hears voices or sees ghosts of his past. He hates this, they are constantly judging him and his new way of life, taunting him with what remains of his humanity. The only thing that makes these visions stop is blood, something he is more than happy to indulge in. The visions and constant sensory overload of being a vampire make him prone to horrible headaches, and when his mind hurts, he often flies into fits of rage. He enjoys destruction, cruelty, and anything that helps smother that spark of humanity buried deep that he desires to rid himself of. Once that spark is gone, he knows he can be truly free.

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》H i s t o r y
Noah Beaumont was once a promising young man determined to change the world for the better and follow in the successful footsteps of his parents. His father was a celebrated journalist and his mother a brilliant nurse. The eldest son of the Beaumont family always had big dreams, aspiring towards greatness even if he never really decided what path he would take towards the great future that surely awaited him. His interest in science and education pulled him towards a career as a doctor, and his desire to help change the world fueled his interest in either becoming a great detective or lawyer. He never settled on what career he wanted to pursue but he knew he wanted to help make a better world, tragically though his young life would be snuffed out, and that bright future stolen from him.

His childhood was relatively unremarkable; he grew up with two younger sisters, Hope and Angel, both of whom he was incredibly protective of. He made sure to look out for them and no one was going to pick on his little sisters while he was around. He embraced his role as a big brother and needed little encouragement from his parents to look out for them. Sure, there were times, especially as a young teen, where he’d have rather gone off with his friends than stay home babysitting on the weekends but his parents both had important jobs and so he did what was expected of him. He always put a tremendous amount of pressure on himself to be a good son, brother, and student. He worked hard in school hoping to one day attend a prestigious university and spent most of his free time after school at baseball practice. At school he was almost effortlessly popular; he was good-natured, outgoing, charming, and both intellectually and athletically gifted. While it all seemed to come easy for him that was because Noah worked hard to keep up with his image of a well-rounded, all-American, boy.

His parents were too consumed with their careers and raising their younger daughters to notice the incredible amount of stress Noah was putting on himself. He rarely let anyone see him crack, keeping up the image that he was the perfect son who needed little parenting and allowing them to focus on what he considered to be more important matters. His occasional stress induced outburst were always written off as unavoidable teenage angst, and with Noah so willing to apologize for any such behavior his parents never really seemed worried about him. If his life hadn’t taken the unexpected turn that it did, it is likely that Noah wouldn’t have been able to keep up his façade all through High School with his responsibilities and stress continuing to mount.

During the holiday season in 2007 his life changed forever. As he and his family went to visit relatives for Thanksgiving, they made an unexpected stop at a strange gated community. His father, the ever-curious journalist, couldn’t help but investigated the strange place despite the eerie feeling it gave off. They were attacked and taken prisoner by some sort of gang, by people who seemed to be impossibly strong and fast. To his own horror Noah would soon learn that these people were vampires. His father fought valiantly, desperate to protect his family, and was quickly slaughtered in front of his wife and children. His body was left for days, in front of the cage Noah and his family now lived in, as a constant reminder that they had no power here. He couldn’t be sure how long his father’s lifeless body was left before them, but they all were left with little to do but watch as William Beaumont rotted away.

Months went by as the family was weakened from the constant hunger and blood loss as they were used as human cattle for the vampires who lived in the community. He was helpless as he watched his mother and sister, Hope, fall ill and try as he might to keep his younger sister’s spirits up, he had little optimism left himself. As both his mother and Hope faded away until they too were gone, Noah did whatever he could to protect his youngest sister, Angel, the only family he had left. Giving her as much of his own stringent rations as he could manage, telling her stories to keep her spirits up, and desperately trying to convince her, and himself, that they would get out of this. By some miracle they managed to convince a guard to let them outside, a plan they had conceived together knowing there was no way they could overpower their captors. But Noah had a plan of his own, to create enough of a distraction that the vampires would go after him, giving Angel the best chance at getting out and surviving.

So, once they were freed Noah ran from her, shouting, trying desperately to fight any vampire that tried to take him and using every bit of strength he had left. He could accept dying like this if it meant his little sister would live, but once they had recaptured him, they told him Angel had been killed as punishment. This was the final straw for him, his plan to save her had got her killed and all he could think about was 'what if', if had stayed by her side maybe she’d still be alive. Noah’s escape had done more than just destroy what remained of his hope, it had attracted the attention of a particularly cruel vampire who he would come to learn was called Celeste.

Celeste took an immediate interest in Noah as her new plaything, physically and mentally torturing him to see just how far she could push a person’s limits. Noah was most of the gone to begin with, with his entire family and any hope of freedom lost he had very little to live for. In time Noah accepted his fate, he gave up on fighting and collapsed into a shell of person. He was broken, the wires in his brain became crossed and pain became pleasure. He was held alone in a cage with no light at all, the only part of his day he could begin to look forward to were the visits from Celeste. Sometimes to bring him pain, other times to show him kindness. He hated her, and loved her, it was all the same. This was his life until he died.

It was Celeste who sired him, and he awoke a vampire. By this point his sanity had been stripped from him. Noah had been broken down into a subservient shell and all that was left to create a monster was to remove his humanity. His first night as a vampire was spent in his cell, a thirst and hunger like he had never felt before, even through years of being kept in constant starvation, burned in his throat. He tried to resist the urge to kill the bloodied human tossed into the cell with him, but at this point Noah had little fight in him. He tore into human flesh with the savagery of an animal. Blood quieted his mind, it washed pain away from his body, it made him stronger than he’d been even before his capture. Another year went by and Noah was kept well fed, a constant stream of humans for him to rip into were provided until, finally, Celeste was sure his humanity was also gone. Noah now understood that blood was what he needed to ensure he would never be helpless again.

Once Noah Beaumont had been a kind-hearted boy with a desire to make the world better, now he is a savage monster able to kill without a second thought. As a vampire he is free, he can be selfish, he can do what he wants, and anytime he questions this all it takes is fresh blood and his mind is quiet again, and he is content. Noah is no longer caged, he is free to do as he pleases and remains a loyal vampire, having accepted that they are the superior creatures, and that humans are but cattle for them to feast on. He counts himself lucky to have been turned, to have been given true power. Now that he has been successfully turned into a killer, Celeste has left, on to more interest places after having grown bored of Noah. Tossed aside like a toy that a child has lost interest in Noah is consumed with the question of what he did wrong. He tries to please the other vampires left in the community, and it would seem that what remains of the old Noah is his need to please others, now directed towards monsters.
 

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》C l a n
Sanguine Moon

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Elsie Lenora Saruman
Age: 24
Date of Birth: December 21 1996
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: Alabama

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5'7
Weight: 130 pounds
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Mid back
Skin Color: Olive
Eye Color: Hazel
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: A small crescent moon tattooed on the top of her hand, between her index finger and thumb.

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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?: None
Siblings' Status: Only child
Parents' Status: Dead
Pets: Familiar- cat named Vega
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 8
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 8



》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Lilies
✡ Books
✡ The moon
Dislikes:
✡ Hunters
✡ Speaking in public
✡ Large crowds
Hobbies:
✡ Reading
✡ Drawing
✡ Archery
Skills:
✡ Can easily manipulate water
✡ Tattoo apprentice
✡ Very quick learner

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
Elsie is soft spoken and usually stays to herself, yet has no problem defending those in need. She can just about get along with everyone as she is very easygoing and always has a smile to share. Yet, when there are dangers about, she is steadfast and strong. The girl had to learn at a very young age to be brave yet gentle. As flexible and mischevious as the water, yet gentle and majestic as the moon.

》H i s t o r y
Born on the night of the Winter Solstice, her single mother perished during childbirth. The mother's best friend took the child in and raised her on her own, never knowing who the baby's father was. Not being part of a coven, the woman began to teach Elsie from a young age how to control her magic. She witnessed the child having a strong pull to water and it fascinated her. Whenever her surrogate child became angered, anything containing water around her would explode. It was as if the element was listening to her and obeying every whim.

Thanks to her early education, Elsie grew to be a very talented and strong witch in her own right. She was educated about the different covens and what dangers could befall her if her secret was to ever get out. To blend in with the crowd, the talented artist took up a job at a local tattoo shop. Art fascinated her just as much as her magic and she loved to bring joy to people's faces. She became very good at her apprenticeship and was well on her way to become a full artist.

That was, until the day her adopted mother was killed. There were rumors around town regarding how she died, yet nothing had ever been concrete. Elsie searched their shared apartment and found documents speaking of a small town called Ember Grove. Something about the name stirred within her memory; something was telling her she needed to be there.

And so, Elsie packed up her entire life and moved to Ember Grove. She was able to quickly find a small apartment and found work at a local library- something completely different than her previous career. A feeling told her she needed to blend in. This was the best possible way she knew how.

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》C o v e n
Loner

》S k i l l L e v e l
Intermediate

》S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n
Seems to have an affinity to water. Finds it much easier to control any type of water, without really thinking about it.

》B a s i c s

Full name: Born Élisabeth-Marie de La Trémoille, unknown to most, but goes by Ava Marseille
Age: About 400 ish, appears to be in her mid twenties
Date of Birth: Sometime in the 1600’s
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: France

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Height: 5’8”
Weight: 130lbs
Hair Color: Silver/Platinum blonde
Hair Length: A little past her shoulders
Skin Color: A pale ivory
Eye Color: Grey
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

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》 R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Nope
Siblings' Status: Deceased
Parents' Status: Deceased
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 3
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 2

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Alcohol
✡ Her own appearance, makeup and fashion
✡ Coffee
✡ Books, literature

Dislikes:
✡ Vampires
✡ Pain, physical and emotional
✡ Herself, in a way
✡ People
✡ Naivety

Hobbies:
✡ Reading
✡ Occasionally killing vampires
✡ Spending time alone in cafes or libraries
✡ Making latte art and other beverages

Skills:
✡ Centuries of slipping in and out of places has made Ava rather skilled at stealth
✡ Speaks a few languages, notably French, English, and Spanish.
✡ Flexibility
✡ Ignoring the presence of others

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

The first detail people notice about Ava is the disinterested expression on her face. She’s calm and collected most of the time, able to control her anger rather well - though she is quick to show contempt if someone displeases her. There might have been a time when Ava smiled more, but the many long years of her life as a vampire have weighed heavily on her. Despite her youthful appearance, her aura betrays this disguise, displaying openly her weariness and indifference towards life. She had enjoyed her life as a human, and consequently, it took decades before Ava was able to come to terms with what she had become. Underneath, Ava continues to harbor a twisted sense of resentment for the evil nature of vampires, which surfaces in Ava’s repulsion of vampire-kind, though she does not always openly express it.

Regardless of the centuries that have gone by, Ava continues to struggle between her two identities as human and monster. In her life as a human, Ava was raised with strict values and morals, influenced by the church and her status as a noblewoman. These teachings had imbued in her a stubborn pride, and a set of beliefs that were to be followed in order to be a virtuous and dignified woman. Becoming a vampire betrayed these values - she was revolted with her inability to control her thirst, and the violence she would unwillingly inflict on others. Though Ava disliked hurting others, it wasn’t so much that she cared tremendously for the lives of her victims, but rather how it damaged her self-image.

On a surface level, Ava is confident, to the point of arrogance, stemming from her inflexible belief that she is better than other people. She had been raised to think as such, and this view hadn’t changed much through the years, though she’s learned to be quieter about this certain opinion. She rarely feels a need to flaunt or brag, as her lofty pride is simply a deeply rooted principle of her character. Despite this side of Ava, she is a private person, and seldom speaks of her past or feelings. Her views on life make it difficult for her to become close with others - Ava holds a contempt for humans only dwarfed by her aversion to the supernatural.

》H i s t o r y

Ava was born as a noblewoman in the 17th century, to the House of La Trémoille. She was the youngest child out of three girls and two boys - a rather large family. Her father had an adequate amount of power in the french court, allowing Ava and her siblings to enjoy a degree of luxury. She had a lavish upbringing, compared to most, though her high status came with a plethora of expectations. Ava was raised to become a poised, elegant lady, in order to maximize her chances of finding a good suitor, and become a source of pride for her family. Her life was filled with lessons in etiquette, dance, music, and embroidery, and once she became of age, Ava would begin participating in balls and other high society affairs.

Simply put, Ava’s life followed a prescribed agenda. She was betrothed at 12 years of age to the son of a count, and married him several years later. She lived obediently, as she was told, and held true to her teachings, though she quite enjoyed the social aspect of noble life as well - before turning into a vampire, Ava was quite a cheerful and affectionate girl. Attending balls, tea parties, and other functions was the highlight of her youth, and served as a respite from her many lessons. Ava was spoiled - not as much as daughters from more noble families, but as expected for any member of the nobility. Whenever she wanted a new dress or set of jewelry, her family was quick to accommodate her demands. If not her family, she had servants that catered to many of her whims and inclinations.

At the age of 21, Ava had her first and only child, a son she named Albert. She loved her boy, and spoiled him in the same way she was brought up. Albert had a nanny and servants too, who usually took on most of the laborious responsibilities of parenting. This freed up much of Ava’s time, allowing her to continue her lifestyle of extravagant socializing. She frequently attended salons, which were gatherings of men and women, normally hosted by women, meant for the exchange of ideas through discussion.

There was a certain man at these events, that Ava understood to be the third or fourth son of a less powerful family, who seemed to fancy Ava quite a bit. She was appalled by his efforts of courtship, knowing that she was a married woman, and continued to reject his advances. It seemed that he took great offense to this - he believed that the solution to his predicament was to turn Ava into a vampire like himself. That way, she would have no choice but to leave her family for him.

He attacked in the spring - he thought Ava would appreciate the poetic symbolism behind his choice in timing, to represent Ava’s new beginning. He first forced her to ingest his blood, before slowly tightening his grip on Ava’s throat, to complete the transformation.

When Ava awoke, she didn’t understand why she was alive. A vivid coldness sheathed her entire being, and everything around her seemed to attack her senses. The streams of sunlight that gathered in the room singed Ava’s skin, she could hear the whispers of servants down the hall as if they were speaking next to her ears. Colors around the room were so saturated and detailed it had begun to hurt.

Ava was immediately seen by a doctor, and was told she was severely ill without much explanation as to why. Initially, Ava managed to hold back by sheer willpower, though her condition worsened. Her head hurt so much she grew violent, as if throwing vases and breaking the wooden frame of her bed with one hand would alleviate her pain. Ava hardly had time to acknowledge her newfound strength in this state of agony. It wasn’t until a full day later, when impulse grew stronger than reason, that Ava couldn’t hold back her ferocious thirst, and attacked the first servant that attended to her that morning.

Ava fled. She wasn’t sure what happened after, or what her husband and family believed, but she ran far enough that she didn’t end up finding out. During this time, Ava tried desperately to fight the animalistic desire to feed, only to end up attacking those around her in blind frenzies. She spent a long time wandering, cursing the wretched fate the higher powers have bestowed upon her. She didn’t believe she committed any sin heavy enough to warrant becoming a monster, and considered ending her life before the blood of more innocents tainted her hands.

Eventually, Ava put herself together. She reluctantly lived in a remote village, for a while, secretly feeding on its inhabitants every so often, choosing to feed while sane instead of regressing to blind assault. She disliked the savage notion of biting into flesh, and would drink from cuts she inflicted on her victims. Every few years, she moved to a new town, a new country, and built a new identity in each place. She lived the lifestyle of a commoner for most of these identities, much to her absolute disgust, before slowly rebuilding the wealth she once enjoyed. Over time, Ava spent her time trying different methods to regain a sense of humanity as well. She realized quickly that animal blood was insufficient, and keeping a weaker vampire locked up for food purposes didn’t work that well either. Defeated in her search of an alternative, Ava listlessly continued existing, place to place.

In certain moments of her long life, Ava also encountered members of both the Sinclaire Foundation and the Sanguine Moon clan, each inviting her to their cause. Ava’s resentment towards vampires kept her away, though she accepted a few requests from the Sinclaire Foundation to dispose of unchecked members in exchange for money. She was an older and therefore stronger vampire at that point, and she was delighted at the idea of killing one of her kin.

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》C l a n
Loner, but not completely opposed to joining either clan.

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten in 17th century France.

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》 A p p e a r a n c e

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[ ⍚ ] Height: 5'3ft
[ ⍚ ] Weight: 40 kilograms
[ ⍚ ] Hair Color: Dark ash brown
[ ⍚ ] Hair Length: Past her hips
[ ⍚ ] Skin Color: Fair
[ ⍚ ] Eye Color: Ocean blue
[ ⍚ ] Tattoos: Night Order insignia at the back of her neck

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》 R e l a t i o n s h i p s

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[ ⍚ ] Sexuality: Heterosexual
[ ⍚ ] Relationship Status: Single
[ ⍚ ] Any pre-determined friends?: None aside from NPCs
[ ⍚ ] Siblings' Status: None
[ ⍚ ] Parents' Status: Deceased
[ ⍚ ] 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?: 2

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》I n t e r e s t s

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Likes:
✡ Peace
✡ Tea
✡ Books
✡ Art and music
Dislikes:
✡ Wars
✡ Unnecessary bloodshed
✡ Violence
Hobbies:
✡ Chess
✡ Playing musical instruments
✡ Reading
Skills:
✡ Leadership
✡ Critical Thinking
✡ Multilingual
✡ Negotiating

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

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Veronika is a woman of few words. She speaks when she needs to, but she does not enjoy mindless chatter. She rarely talks about herself or her past, and if asked about it, your questions will fall on deaf ears. She always seems to have a distant look in her eyes, as if she is constantly pondering something or recalling better days. Despite her young physique, her eyes hold knowledge and wisdom, and it also shows in the way she carries herself.

Despite her aloof nature, Veronika does have a good heart. She will repay cruelty with kindness, and anger with calm. However, she is neither naive nor soft. The long years have hardened her, and she does not take lies and betrayal kindly. She is stern and unyielding when it comes to following rules and keeping order within the clan. She speaks kindly, but sometimes she might be hard – but fair.

Some might find her personality complex and unpredictable. She is both calculating and accepting, guarded and trusting. You never know which side of the coin you'll get. Nevertheless, Veronika's heart is in the right place. She has a strong sense of justice and is rather set on her ways. Because of this, it can be hard to reason with her or change her mind.

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》H i s t o r y

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Veronika Rose Cleveland, originally known as Valerius Easton, was born out of wedlock in Roman Britain — specifically the province of Britannia Superior — in the year 213 AD. Her mother was a provincial Roman woman and her father was a British governor. Interbreeding and inter-marriage were heavily frowned upon because of the social structure of Roman society, but they chose to brave the uncertainties when they found out they were expecting a child.

Veronika's childhood was not a peaceful one. War and violence was the norm. There was ongoing unrest, and the Roman Empire suffered from barbarian invasions and rebellions. In the year 228 AD, her father, Marcus Easton, attempted an uprising. They were immediately crushed by a troop composed of a few elite soldiers, known as the Legionaries, sent by the Roman Emperor. It was a mystery how a group of 30 was able to wipe out a military group composed of over 300 men. Sad to say, her father was sentenced to public execution that day, and his body was never returned. They never held a funeral.

After some time, rumors began to spread that the Roman Empire was secretly working with demonic forces – the supernatural. That would explain the power and formidable strength of their army. The Romans had conquered a vast empire that stretched from Britain all the way to the Middle East, and when the Romans had invaded Britain, their army took on armies 10 times their size, and they somehow reigned victorious. The suspicions only grew as the cases of night attacks across the provincial areas rose, with each one covered up as a wild-animal attack.

It was a fateful night when Veronika discovered the truth of their bloody existence. The emperor had ordered his Legionaries to execute every living relative of the rebels who were behind the recent uprising. Their home was attacked at predawn, and her mother was killed right infront of her very eyes. What frightened her the most was that these men didn't look like ordinary soldiers. They had bloodshot eyes, deadly claws, and sharp fangs. They looked feral. She watched in horror as one of them sunk their fangs into her mother's neck, dropping her lifeless body onto the ground after draining her of blood. Veronika was too stunned to even let out a scream.

At that moment, she was frozen still and unable to move her mouth or her limbs. Her entire body shook violently in fear as one of the younger soldiers walked towards her with a mischievous grin. "Young one, I'll let you live and leave you with a parting gift," he snarled, lunging at her and sinking his teeth into her neck. She screamed in the dead of the night, and everything went black.


When Veronika awoke after the attack, she had already turned. She could not recall how she completed her transition, but the next two weeks were filled with bitter suffering as she tried to control her hunger and heightened senses. She felt alone, and she didn't know who she was, or rather, what she was. There were several times where she had lost control and attacked unsuspecting humans, leaving her with so much guilt that she decided to hide herself away in the woods. Two days passed without feeding, and she started hallucinating and talking to herself. She eventually passed out from exhaustion.

When she woke up, she found herself lying on a bed in an unfamiliar place. A man she did not recognize offered her a goblet filled with blood, and she didn't waste a second as she greedily snatched it from his hand and drank. The man, who looked to be in his forties, soon explained that he had found her in the woods and took her to their manor. He assured her she was now safe, and that she was under the care of the apothecaries. They were an organization composed of local apothecaries who produced and sold medicine, which was direly needed during those violent times. Their organization was called as the A.A., short for Apothecary Association.

Not everything was at it seemed. The apothecaries had secrets. Their organization was comprised of both humans and vampires. The humans outweighed the number of vampires, as the vampires were mostly benefactors in exchange for refuge. The A.A. helped them create and polish their false identities so that they could blend into society much easier whilst still keeping a low profile. In addition, the medicine that the association produced also had one secret ingredient: a drop of vampire blood. It aided in the healing process, and it was the reason why their medicine was so widely sought after across the empire. Together, they quickly gained more recognition and amassed wealth throughout the years.

With the help of the vampires in the association, Veronika learned what it truly meant to be one. She was trained to fight, hunt, and feed without killing. She also learned how to control her new-found strength and senses. They taught her everything there was to know. Being at the young age of 15, she was quickly able to adapt to her new lifestyle. The organization was like a tight-knit family, and they continued to live like that for a couple years, helping each other out as well running apothecary business.

However, as the existence of vampires became more known to the public, the number of hunters also grew. There was a growing threat that loomed over them, and they no longer felt safe staying in one place for too long. The secret hunters organization had grown stronger as the years went by. They first started attacking lone vampires, mostly freshbloods, and then they started targeting small clans. As their numbers continued to grow rapidly in a short amount of time, they even began to hunt bigger clans. They surprisingly had good intel, which meant that they had eyes everywhere. No one could be trusted.

With this knowledge in mind, the vampires of A.A. packed up and left Britain shortly after the end of the Roman rule. Most of them went their separate ways, but Veronika, along with five other vampires, stayed together and moved from nation to nation, living different lives in each place they settled in. They stayed in touch with the A.A. and its heirs, branching out their apothecary business across the globe as they continued to amass a huge fortune whilst also recruiting more vampires. There was strength in numbers, and in order to fight against the threat of the hunters, they had to gain more power. As their numbers grew, Veronika founded the Night Order.


In the late 16th century, the Night Order founded the first pharmacy in Germany. They have long parted from their practice of creating drugs which contained vampire blood, instead, they relied on scientific revolution and applied research to produce more advanced medicine. They have come a long way, starting out as local apothecaries, building pharmacies, and eventually expanding from their traditional role to wholesale manufacture in the mid-1800s. This was the beginning of the modern pharmaceutical industry.

With the fortune they've amassed over the centuries and the connections they've made across the globe, the Night Order decided it was time to look for a more permanent settlement, a place they could call home. No more running. However, they knew it would be dangerous for the entire clan to settle in one place together. Their clan could be wiped out entirely if they were not careful of the Operation Humanity. So the founding members, along with their factions, decided to go their separate ways and settle in different parts of the world.

Veronika's faction traveled from Europe to South Carolina, where they found the town of Ember Grove. She purchased a huge plot of land right outside of town. She built a huge estate and mansion in the woods along Road 70, where her faction settled in. They've managed to keep a low profile throughout these years, disguising the mansion as a vacation home owned by a wealthy family from the east. The estate, as well as the forest that surrounded it, were privately-owned, so no one bothered to trespass.

After their settlement in Ember Grove, the founding members of the Night Order have since built several hospitals in Europe, America, and Asia, including the local hospital in Ember Grove. For this reason, they had a vast supply of blood bags, and they no longer needed to hunt. They also had consenting human employees who would let them feed if the occasion arose. That was rare.

Their biggest success was becoming the largest pharmaceutical company in the world. Their companies and businesses were spread apart and managed by the founding members and high-ranking members of the clan. They didn't have one pool fund. Instead, all properties and assets were divided equally among the founding members and distributed to their members. To this day, they continue to run and expand their business empire, creating connections and growing their numbers.

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Veronika Rose Cleveland is the founder and leader of the Night Order.

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》P u r e b l o o d?

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Bitten.

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》Leader(s): Veronika Rose Cleveland and Charles Ainsworth (NPC)
》How radical: 08/10

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》History: Please refer to Veronika Cleveland's character sheet for complete details..

It all started when six vampires, Veronika included, left Britain in the late 4th century. Since then, they have been focusing on acquiring fortune and growing their numbers. The Night Order was officially founded in the late 6th century.

The Night Order started off as local apothecaries in Roman Britain, producing medicine and selling them to the empire and other health facilities. Medicine was direly needed during those times of war, so they quickly amassed fortune in the early years. After they fled Britain, they expanded their business across Europe, Asia, and the Middle East, eventually building the first pharmacy in Germany.

Business continued to go uphill from there. With the evolution of science, they were able to create more advanced medicine. They had come a long way, starting out as local apothecaries, building pharmacies, and eventually expanding from their traditional role to wholesale manufacture in the mid-1800s. This was the beginning of the modern pharmaceutical industry.

With the fortune they've amassed over the centuries and the connections they've made across the globe, the Night Order decided it was time to look for a more permanent settlement, a place they could call home. No more running. However, they knew it would be dangerous for the entire clan to settle in one place together. Their clan could be wiped out entirely if they were not careful of the Operation Humanity. So the founding members, along with their factions, decided to go their separate ways and settle in different parts of the world.

Veronika's faction traveled from Europe to South Carolina, where they found the town of Ember Grove. She purchased a huge plot of land right outside of town. She built a huge estate and mansion in the woods along Road 70, where her faction settled in. They've managed to keep a low profile throughout these years, disguising the mansion as a vacation home owned by a wealthy family from the east. The estate, as well as the forest that surrounded it, were privately-owned, so no one bothered to trespass.

After their settlement in Ember Grove, the founding members of the Night Order have since built several hospitals in Europe, America, and Asia, including the local hospital in Ember Grove. For this reason, they had a vast supply of blood bags, and they no longer needed to hunt. They also had consenting human employees who would let them feed if the occasion arose. That was rare.

Their biggest success was becoming the largest pharmaceutical company in the world. Their companies and businesses were spread apart and managed by the founding members and high-ranking members of the clan. They didn't have one pool fund. Instead, all properties and assets were divided equally among the founding members and distributed to their members. To this day, they continue to run and expand their business empire, creating connections and growing their numbers.

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》Goals:

The goal of the Night Order is to become power players in the economy. They need wealth, power, and influence in order to strengthen their clan and protect themselves from the threat of the hunters.

Their vision is to create a society where humans and vampires can live and roam freely without fear or prejudice. Veronika wants to build a sanctuary. A place for humans and vampires to live freely. In peace.

That dream was still nowhere near in sight, but Veronika had high hopes for the future. In addition, the clan is not tolerant of hunters and violent vampires alike. They will not hesitate to eliminate a threat when they see one, although they will always take the diplomatic approach first.

The Night Order keeps a low profile. Despite their large numbers across the world, the clan isn't so known as they've effectively integrated themselves into human society.

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Alignment: Lawful Good

》P E R S O N A L I T Y
Since she was a child, Melinera has had trouble making friends. It’s not that she’s not sociable or doesn’t like being around people, she’s just very quiet and calm and usually doesn’t stand out from the crowd. With her family and few friends, she’s very pleasant and composed, but she also has a sense of humor, most of the time a bit too dark for her family.

After her attack, she became isolated and depressed, dealing with the emotional scars and sense of loneliness by herself. She was tortured to the brink of death and she couldn’t tell anyone what really happened. She questioned herself, whether what she saw and felt was a product of her imagination or whether it had been real. And she’d never know for sure. Not unless she found proof.

》H I S T O R Y
Melinera Hills was born in Ember Grove as the single child of Edwin and Camille Hills. All her life she was surrounded by love and compassion, being taught what’s right and wrong, and she learned to be a good and decent person. From a young age she showed an interest in photography and as soon as her parents could, they bought her her first camera.

When she was 5 she lost her grandmother to cancer and on that day, without even understanding the concept of death, she swore to her parents she would never die. That loss had a great impact on the child. While she was happy, she was also quiet and didn’t make friends easily. Where she was adventurous, she was ever so cautious. She developed an intense fear of death, to the point where she wouldn’t even leave the house for a few months. She got therapy and returned to society again, but the fear never left her.

It was on New Year’s Eve of 2020 that it happened. She was at a bar with a couple friends from college, watching as her friends danced and had fun. She stepped out for a smoke and was approached by a red-haired guy, about the same age as her. A little drunk, they talked for a while… And after that things went blurry. She doesn’t remember how, but she was somehow in a dark alley, away from the bar, with the stranger running after her, laughing as he chased her. She fell and scraped her hands, trying to recover before he reached her. He was talking to her but she couldn’t hear. She doesn’t remember anything else after that. Except one thing… The red-haired. He bit her neck and drank from her blood, laughing in between gulps. After that she must’ve passed out. She remembers waking up in the hospital, covered in bandages and with a broken arm. Someone had found her in the alley covered in blood and called an ambulance. If it weren’t for the person who found her she would’ve died.

Now she spends her days trying to convince herself that what happened is impossible. But it did happen, she knows it in her heart. She still has nightmares about that night. But she also has hope. Perhaps she found her answer after all.