Name: Anna Kerensky, goes by Anna and sometimes Anya, usually when with family and close friends

Age: 25

Appearance: A dervish of excited energy and alchemical science, Anna does her best to dance through the bubbling arcane cauldron that is her life. Her hazel eyes shine bright with intelligent mischief and magically induced hallucinogenic distractions. Lightly chewed on lips, oscillate wildly between expressions depending on the present company and the current amount of drugs she has coursing through the blood in her veins. She has shoulder length hair the color of midnight that is dyed an ever shifting range of colors. Any effort to blend in is purely accidental and Anna prefers to surround herself with color. Her skin is pale and it is clear that she spends a minimal amount of time outside in the sun. Terrified of boring others, Anna keeps her lips and nails painted in dark shades or vibrant hues of neon.

An esoteric dresser in her private life, Anna favors t-shirts bedecked with a kaleidoscopic array of neon colors, short skirts, and fashionably torn fishnet stocking. She has a penchant for accessories and pairs her clothing with florescent jewelry that dances with color when hit by artificial light. Favoring the elaborate, her footwear of choice remains black hologram platform shoes that sparkle brightly in the night.

In a professional capacity, Anna replaces bright colors with minimalist black, pairing a closet stuffed full of black t-shirts with slim black jeans and unremarkable canvas sneakers.

Across all domains of her life, Anna believes in wearing cool jackets and her prized possession is a well-worn leather jacket embroidered with a black cat and words in a very faded neon stitch work that looks to be a name written in Cyrillic.

Concept: Anna is a self-taught alchemist of the "do it yourself" variety, unburdened by stuffy professional organizations such as wizard councils, safety regulations, and anything approaching a realistic appraisal of her own abilities. Increasingly afraid of the things that go bump in the night, Anna has recently survived a series of particularly poor interactions with vampires, having found herself captured and drained of a significant portion of her blood by coven of vampires preying on the local rave community. Escaping with no small amount of trauma and an unfortunate addiction to vampire blood, Anna has taken to burying the memories from her unwilling jaunt into the darkest shadows of the supernatural night through self-medication, imbibing in drugs both mundane and magical whenever the opportunity presents itself.

Running scared, Anna shares precious few of the lofty goals of other magical practitioner. Although discovering the philosopher's stone and achieving immortality through perfect alchemy still holds an inescapable appeal to the young woman, most days Anna simply aspires to get paid and to stay beneath the radar of the terrible monsters that she knows are lurking just beyond the light.

Powers/Skills: Anna is a skilled chemist and alchemist. To pay her rent, she operates as a professional alchemical consultant, offering her services to private individuals and organizations willing to pay in hard cash or precious metals. In her spare time, Anna is the creator of an exponentially growing number of extremely potent magically infused drugs that she reserves almost exclusively for her own use. Gifted with a mercenary mentality, Anna avoids asking too many questions of her elicit clientele, especially when it comes to love potions or the occasional poison. A combatant only in terms of creativity, Anna prefers to run away from any trouble, especially when violence is in the mix.

Things Your Character Wants to Happen (probably wont):
Anna would love to discover the philosopher's stone, attain immortality, and escape the clutches of her recent unwanted vampiric overlord. However, having long abandoned any hopes for a happy ending, she'll settle for more money to use as a down payment for the alchemical ingredients she needs tp prolong her drug fueled stupor for another night.

Things You as a Writer Wants to Happen (Maybe will):
Adventure, spooky stuff, and cool character interactions are all things that I desperately want to see happen in character. I'd love for Anna to at least try to overcome her addictions and for her to become a slightly more responsible person. Related, I would very much enjoy seeing her past come back to bite her, be it through the aforementioned vampire blackmailing Anna or another disgruntled past customer.

Writing Sample:

Name: Manny Rockefeller

Age: 26

Appearance: Unkempt would be the best word to describe Manny. He's often seen wearing yesterday's rumpled clothes. He has brown eyes and refined facial features, with long legs and a fit body. He quit smoking awhile ago, though he felt odd without something in his mouth. He tends to use toothpicks now.

Concept: Jaded and paranoid supernatural investigator and researcher with an old soul. Officer in the field. Sarcastic and tired.

Powers/skills:

• Wing Chun: While he's by no means weak, he has no illusions that he'll be the strongest thing out there, so he took it upon himself to learn a martial art effective for close combat, yet it's power is derived more from stances, swift strikes, and momentum than ordinary strength. He's been a studious practitioner for 4 years.
• Gun play: Years working in the back streets, and spent in shooting ranges, had made him an effective shot and a competent gun wielder. He's not the best, but he's reliable and a quick aim.
• Sleight of Hand: He's had to do some unscrupulous things in his life in order to survive. He's a talented pick pocket and lock picker, and he's not too shabby with climbing small buildings if need be.
• Recollection: He has a fine memory and can recall more than most would think, due to his obsessive mind.
• Lore Student: He's studied more ancient and supernatural lore than a grown man should, thrice over. He could be a mythology professor if he cared enough.
• Hot Rod: He can drive cars and motorbikes fast and skillfully.

Things Your Character Wants to Happen (probably wont): Getting a whole lot of money.

Things You as a Writer Wants to Happen (Maybe will): Getting a whole lot of monster killing and crime solving done.

Writing Sample:

Name: Clark Fraser

Age: Chronologically 69, physically 12

Appearance:
Clark is what some might disparagingly refer to as a 'Pinocchio' - a vampire trapped in a child's body, allowed to turn at a young age. He carries the frame of a pubescent boy, no older than twelve or thirteen, with a voice that just about veers on the cusp of breaking. His features are smooth, with not even a wisp of body hair apart from that found on his head - an unkempt mass of charcoal fuzz. His eyes possess a dull, grey tone, resembling flinty chips of ice - and his skin is a pasty white, cool to the touch. Though undeath leaves him relatively unblemished, he does have a rather deep gouge running along the underside of his left arm, from the elbow to halfway up the sleeve - acquired during an early childhood mishap.

Clothing choices deemed 'sensible' for a child tend to be limited, but Clark usually finds room to wear a mottled-green flannel lumberjack hoodie over a khaki-tone undershirt, usually with a laced pair of sneakers. Sometimes with a pair of fingerless gloves, if it's winter.

Concept: A responsible, pragmatic member of the group stuck in a child's body. Older than most of the group, but not old enough to shave - apparently.

Powers/skills:
Though locked in a child's body, Clark has doubtless been blessed with the unholy gifts bestowed by vampirism - particularly his senses. His eyes have adapted to maintain visibility in the dark, his ears are so fine-tuned that they could probably pick up local radio and his nose could rival a bloodhound's. If there's a trace of anything left at a scene, be it gasoline, ectoplasm or, above all else - blood - Clark can pick up its smell, even its taste from mere presence. Were he a decade older and precluded from the predatory habits of his kind, he'd have probably made Chicago's finest forensic investigator.

Perceptive capabilities aside, Clark is far more robust than his appearance would suggest, able to commit to admirable feats of speed, stamina and endurance while exhibiting a degree of strength that far exceeds what a 12 year old boy should be capable of demonstrating. He can scale steep walls and adjust his center of gravity to cling to the ceiling, too - among other troubling examples of behaviour uncharacteristic for 12 year old boys.

Sunlight, silver and other appropriately treated materials are corrosive to the touch, burning his skin upon contact and would doubtless prove fatal if exposed for sufficient duration, with fire having a similar effect. A stake or some other such implement impaled through the heart probably wouldn't do him much good either. Otherwise, he is functionally immortal, capable of regenerating from the most grievous of injuries in a matter of minutes.

Of course, all of the above does largely depend on Clark sustaining himself through feeding on the lifeblood of other living creatures. His robust capabilities wax and wane, depending on how much and often he sates the thirst, with wounds lingering and strength faltering when deprived of blood for too long. This growing weakness, coupled with the addictive nature of the thirst, is often enough to drive him to moments of frenzy if left unsated for too long.

Certain religious symbols, specifically those of the Abrahamic denominations, do produce a certain unease in him - personal scars from an unpleasant incident in the late '90s when some would-be evangelist attempted to 'redeem' his soul by locking him in a basement surrounded by silver implements and religious imagery.

Other gifts of vampirism - telepathy, shapeshifting and the power to enthrall other beings - all remain beyond Clark's reach, having little practice, understanding or awareness of the true heights of vampiric power. Perhaps, with time, he might be able to explore this ceiling, but that may take decades - centuries even, provided he even tries at all.

And unholy capabilities aside, Clark's not above using his diminuitive form to deceive or manipulate others into getting to where or what he wants - perhaps without even needing to play into the magnetism that vampirism lends its gifted. After all, nobody's likely to gun for the child as a suspect at the scene of a disaster - though it is a very, very sore spot of provocation for him.

Though not a conventional fighter, Clark has learned to be pragmatic and opportunistic where appropriate - relying on more underhanded tactics to compensate for his smaller stature on those occasions where he's needed to be forceful for his own good. He knows how to operate a firearm, but anything larger than a pistol or a plinker tends to be a little too clunky for his diminutive form and most would raise an eyebrow to the prospect of leaving a child with access to a firearm. He's a better pitcher than a marksman, anyhow - anything from baseballs to bricks.

In theory, Clark knows how to drive stick, though he can only just about reach the pedals and not without raising eyebrows. Bicycles are a little more manageable, though typically made redundant when not keeping up a public face and on occasion he's taken a dirt bike for a joyride when walking, running or climbing haven't been so convenient.

A product of his time, Clark shares an eclectic fondness for rock and heavy metal music to help him focus, with a select collection of tracks on his phone. The same applies to his tastes in media - though where video games are concerned, he struggles to appreciate anything newer than the SNES - perhaps his perspective was a little skewed by the unconventional controller layout of the then-revolutionary N64.

Across various social media outlets, Clark has established quite the footprint under various aliases, surprisingly enough - though it serves an ulterior motive that few would find as a good topic of conversation for the dinner table.

Things Your Character Wants to Happen:
Money, continued independence. A solution to the 'pinnochio' problem that doesn't see him well and truly dead.

Things You as a Writer Wants to Happen:
Interesting concept I want to give a go. I am very vaguely taking some inspiration from other media in broad strokes (think Worm/Ward/Parahumans, Fables etc) but nothing specifically derivative.

Writing Sample:

Name: Beau Lewis
Age: 27
Appearance: Constantly annoyed and perpetually raising an eyebrow.

Beau is a little on the shorter side, reaching only about 5’7”, and gives the vibe that the anger of “short man syndrome” has long been replaced with a dejected acceptance. He sports shaggy, medium length, auburn hair and just enough facial hair to say he has a goatee. Hazel-Green eyes that are always devoid of humor will stare at you from behind thick framed glasses and suggest you have 5 seconds to grab his attention or lose it.

Beau has some very masculine, angular features to his face, a strong nose and small eyes. He’s built like a hipster that drank a lot of milk as a kid. That is to say, he’d look like a fence post if his bones weren’t built like iron pipes. His Northern European heritage comes through very loud in this manner, making it seem like the gods got his height wrong comparatively.

Beau’s wardrobe consists of wrinkled button downs, worn out jeans, and dirty canvas sneakers. There’s an air that he might’ve actually been interested in keeping a well thought-out and consistent style but the fact everything in his closet lives for approximately two weeks before the moths get in the way of that leave the eye wanting more.

Concept: Plague Bearer.
Shouldering a curse as a reminder of his past depravities and just trying to get through life one step at a time without falling apart, again.

Curse: Beau attracts insects, arachnids, mollusks, and other such creatures wherever he goes. Said creatures do not harm him unless he otherwise instigates them. They do however, constantly get in the way of his life. From infesting his kitchen and eating his clothes to being followed around by swarms of bees.

Beau has been cursed since an incident in high school he doesn’t talk about. The most anyone has been able to pry out of him is that he has a lot more money than he lets on and that his father’s death has something to do with it. It’s a sore subject due to both trauma and regret. Everyone has skeletons in their closet, in Beau’s case it’s an urn full of his father’s ashes.

Beau to this day, a decade or more later, doesn’t know who or what cursed him. What he has been able to ascertain is that this curse was meant to teach him a lesson, else he’d have succumbed to death years ago when compared to some of the victims of his particular brand of plague. Not for sure if it was ever meant to be broken, Beau has accepted it as a part of his life and has given up on the idea of getting rid of it.

Powers/Skills:
Plague Bringer: Beau’s curse uses him as a carrier for the concept of “plague.” The creatures he attracts will attack individuals who commit acts of greed in Beau’s presence. The severity of the attack depends on the harm caused by the act. The curse will infect its victims and plague them for a proportional time afterwards, the attracted creatures often being hostile.

Accidental Entomologist: Beau can sort of read the patterns of movement in certain insects and ask them to do simple tasks. This ranges from telling how long a body has been dead to telling you which way a field of dandelions is.

Never Without Friends: Perks of bugs loving you? They’re everywhere. Unless it’s in the middle of winter or the weather is really bad, the sheer amount of flying and crawling pests that can get between Beau and his antagonists is enough to develop spontaneous entomophobia.

That Deep, Primal Fear: Entomophobia, Arachnophobia, and their cousins are some of the most common phobias in the world. The ability to weaponize his curse to conjure some of the most primal fears humans possess is something he shamefully admits to abusing.

What would Beau like to happen?: Some way to purge the negative aspects of his curse and gain more control over his little friends. At this point the buzzing of bees makes a place feel like home, he just wishes the moths would stop eating his damn underwear.
What would WaywardK like to happen?: Intense interpersonal drama, an environment in which character development can thrive, and endless allusions to Innsmouth.

Name: Junia Harris

Age: 41

Appearance:

Junia Harris is a tall woman with an ample build. Her skin is the color of a green tea chai: creamy brown with a hint of olive green underneath. She has a wealth of kinky black hair that she keeps in a birth-control bun while working and lets spill down her back other times. She has a wardrobe of eShakti dresses (they've got pockets!) tailored to complement her plus-sized build and several sets of sensible shoes. Cooler weather brings out the cardigans. Everything is dusted with a fine layer of cat hair.

Her face is just this side of ugly. Her eyes protrude, her mouth is a hair too wide, and her toothy smile is cheerful but unsettling. There's a little webbing between her fingers and her nails are getting pointed.

Junia is a professional. She lives her job most days. Her attitude is helpful and friendly, but there's a wall between you and her personal life. Even when she lets her hair down - literally - she still usually keeps herself removed from other people. When she's actually rude to you, that's when you know you've got a friend.

Concept:
Aphra Marsh from Ruthanna Emrys' "The Litany of Earth," taken in the opposite direction.

Junia is a hybrid. Hybrid of what, she doesn't know. (Deep One, if nothing else in the story presents itself.) She's an archivist, librarian and records manager. She's the one who retreats to the archives of the Sunday Group and comes back with that apocalypse log from the last expedition that disappeared in the same region.

Powers/skills:
Hybrid Vigour:
Junia is changing into something that is not human. It has made her extra-large (6'3", *mumble* lbs), strong, energetic and bouncy. Literally bouncy; she's rubbery and will bounce when she falls off the shelving ladder.

Librarian Powers Activate!:
Junia's primary skill is her experience as a librarian and researcher. Given a few crumbs and a basic question, she can ferret out the answers - or at least where to find the answers - within a reasonable amount of time. She has Google as her start page and dozens of online databases bookmarked.

She has a librarian's memory: abbreviated, but extremely powerful. She can't quite remember the fact that she's looking for, but she almost always remembers where she found it. Her brain is a storehouse of unrelated links, like an index to an encyclopedia.

Her experiences have made her open to practicing magic. Mostly the neo-platonic, Hermetic variety. Perhaps her alien background gives her an advantage. She's just getting started, but she hopes to master the evocation of wisdom spirits; that is, magically summoning entities that can teach her more magic. She's not confident enough yet to try, but she's getting closer.

She can read twelve languages, three of which were never spoken with human tongues. She's an excellent cook with flawless knife skills and a weakness for sushi. She's got an encyclopedic knowledge of Ani DiFranco and Indigo Girls songs. She can curl her tongue, but not wiggle her ears. On any given day she has two cats.

Things Your Character Wants to Happen (probably won't):
Junia wants to know what she is. She wants to become skilled in High Magic and summon a spirit of wisdom through the seven layers of theurgic ritual. She wants to become a master sushi chef. She wants to ask that cute barista out on a date to the museum. She wants to understand everything that can be understood. She wants to punch a genealogist. She wants to keep her cats from shredding her new sweater. She wants to know.

Things You as a Writer Want to Happen (Maybe will):
I want to play Junia, who I created for a RP that died on the vine. She's become one of my favorite characters that I've never played, and I want to find her voice. I want creepy, surreal adventures that ask more questions than they answer.

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