Name: Frank Brown

Age: 30

Appearance: Frank is a somewhat average adult male, with brown hair and green eyes. He is clean shaven, though occasionally can be found with stubble if a particularly long case takes up his time. He wears prescription glasses, with a magnetic sunglasses attachment for bright days. His general outfit is a bit impractical for athletic activities, with him wearing dress shirts and slacks, differently-colored ties, with the occasional suit coat, blazer, or trench coat if the weather is poor. He has a shoulder holster he wears under his usual jacket, which holds a semi-automatic pistol and some spare magazines. He also generally keeps a pack or two of cigarettes and a lighter on him at any given time.

Background: Frank was originally a police detective, investigating a gruesome murder case where a man had been ripped to shreds in the wilderness near the city. This case eventually led to an encounter with what was revealed to be a werewolf. Frank struggled to keep himself alive, but was saved by someone he would become good friends with, Bowyer Dolph. Dolph saw that Frank could be a useful asset, and introduced him to the supernatural aspects of the world. Frank would attempt to resolve the murder case, but issues in the department and courts left him with no choice but to resign from the force.

From there, with Bowyer's help, he established Brown & Dolph Private Investigations, and began to dig into the world of the occult and supernatural. Along the way, Frank found himself frequently accosted by the owner of what would ostensibly be called an "Occult Tabloid" magazine, one Jacki Dawson. Jacki learned that Frank and Bowyer often took cases rumored to be tied to occult and supernatural happenings, though they always vehemently denied it and felt they were simply picking up the slack left by law enforcement. Nonetheless, nestled between inane claims of mummy sighting and vampire politicians has laid a faint glimmer of truth in her magazines, the exploits of two private detectives.

These escapades would culminate in a missing persons case that would lead to Frank uncovering a cult, the members seeking to summon some form of being, or beings, from the afterlife using a magic urn. Frank interrupted the cult meeting just as they were attempting to sacrifice the reported missing individual in an attempt to activate the urn. A fight broke out, and among many of the events of said fight, Frank found himself flung into the urn, it shattering against him, a feedback of energy overtaking him and threatening to bring the cult's hideout down.

Frank managed to escape with the missing person, if only barely. The collision with the urn left him severely disoriented, hearing and seeing strange voices and figures as he made it back to his home. When he awoke the next morning, he had a voice message from the cult's would-be victim thanking him for the rescue, and a massive splitting headache. He tried to contact Bowyer to learn more about what had happened, but his calls constantly resulted in a dead number. Likewise, upon hearing he'd been spotted leaving a collapsing building with a missing person rescued, Jacki began hounding Frank's every waking moment with requests for an interview, a comment, even just a brief "Fuck off, Jacki!"

And now he finds that since his run-in with the cult, he can hear and see what can best be described as dead spirits, and even commune with the denizens of the afterlife. With his partner absent, a crazed tabloid writer blowing up his methods of contact, and Frank dealing with even more of the oddities of the supernatural world, he decided he needed some new allies, finding himself in contact with the Sunday Group, an organization of individuals with careers not dissimilar to the one he'd already begun to step into.

Abilities: Beyond investigative and combat training as a police detective, Frank has recently come into some form of supernatural, possibly magical ability. Though he doesn't quite understand the full extent of it, nor if it'll last forever, it primarily allows him to see, hear and interact with what some might call ghosts, spirits of the dead in one form or another.

Name: Cion Deyne

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing at 6'1, and having a muscular build. Cion has brown hair, light blue eyes, and a short brown beard. Cion tends to wear casual but practical clothing. Often with a grey coat and has a Celtic tattoo on his right shoulder. He keeps a pistol with some magazines and a knife on his person. He keeps them hidden on his person most of the time.

Skills: Marksman, Close quarters fighting, unarmed fighting, basis investigation skills, knows three languages, Manx, English, and Arabic.

Bio: Born the eldest of three and on the Isle of Man to a soldier Moris and a teacher Essa. Luckily Cion did not have to move during his father's time in the military, but it meant he was rarely home. Something that did not bother Cion until he was older. When he wanted to know his father better than what was told of him.

Growing up in Douglas was good and not exciting for him. Not much happened on the sleepy isle outside of the annual car and motorcycle racing races. Which he always enjoyed watching with his family and would grow close with his siblings. It was during the rare times that his father was home that he taught Cion how to shoot. For two reasons, one, to spend time with Cion and two, for the family had a history with the military since the first world war. A tradition that excepted Cion to join and one he was ultimately okay with. Despite some initial concerns about it. Though his younger brother, who was also expected to join the military, instead chose to follow his own path and be a motorcycle racer. Which caused problems between his brother and his father, and yet Cion was fine with his brother's choice.

When he was old enough, Cion enlisted in the military. Starting as a lowly private, Cion would mostly be assigned to quiet posts before being assigned to Iraq. There Cion spent his time training local allies on how to fight. But that would change when his unit was called on to clean and secure an area for a possible rescue mission. In an abandoned town in northern Iraq, and as they swept the town for possible threats, they did find insurgents or what was left of them. Along with something else.

Cion and his squad were clearing a large house when he heard gunfire and a call for backup on the radio. Cion's squad quickly moved to the scene and found what was left of the squad and a man covered in blood. He looked like an insurgent based on his clothes, but something was clearly off. His eyes were black, his skin slightly red, and what looked like a dozen bullet holes in his body. The man rushed Cion, and his squad opened fire, and the man just seemed to keep going despite the bullets hitting their marks. Moving with an unnatural step, and when he reached Cion's squad, the man started savagely punching and clawing the squad.

Cion is not sure why the man stopped attacking and seemed to die. Maybe it was putting enough bullets into the man that finally was too much for the man's body to handle. But after man killed two of his squad and was about to kill him. Did the man suddenly relent, and to Cion looked like some kind of smoke left the man's body, and only Cion noticed that the smoke had a vague demonic face in it.

Now the official story was that the man was high on some kind of drug and went on a rampage, killing his fellow insurgents before finally dying to bullets. But, Cion remembering the face in the smoke and those black eyes, knew that there had to be something else in play. But, what he was not sure but, it would leave a mark in his mind.

Eventually, Cion would leave the military due to this experience and having doubts about life in the military. This caught the ire of his father as he did not approve of him leaving the military. Cion tried to explain his reason, but his father did not listen, and in the end. A rift between the two was created that continues to the present day.

Returning to his hometown of Douglas on the Isle of Man. Where he would get a job at a friend's business and was thinking about what to do next in his life, it was after watching his brother compete in the Isle of Man TT that things would change. For on the eve of the final race, Cion and his brother were hanging out at his brother's house on the outskirts of Douglas while his brother's family was away in town.

As the two were talking, the pair would hear two loud bangs at the door before it would burst open. The next thing the two know, a creature assaulted them. The two were no match for the creature by the time the creature left, Both Cion and his brother were barely alive, and the last thing he heard his brother say before he passed out was a name that his brother said was behind this, Miranda Cane.

When Cion woke up, he was in the hospital, and he learned that his brother had died of his wounds. Cion was devastated, and more so that his brother's family had lost their father. When it was clear that the police would not be able to find his brother's killer, Cion remembered his encounter in Iraq and what the creature that killed his brother looked like. Cion realized this was supernatural, and he would have to be the one to find his brother's killer.

With only a name to go on, Cion spent the last two years searching for Miranda Cane, and his search brought him to the States, where he got into contact with the Sunday Group. A group of people that investigate the supernatural and thought that joining them might help him with his search and find this Miranda Cane.

Writing Sample: It was a cold Tuesday night in Richmond, Virginia when Cion returned to his hotel room. It was a small room and like ones you find in a cheap motel, but he did not mind. It suits him all the same, and he is not one to spend what money he has on luxury. Especially after crossing the Atlantic and now in the States. So he entered it and quickly closed the door. Turning on the lights, he threw his coat on the bed and went to sit on the end of the bed with a tired expression on his face.

It has been a long day and another day spent trying to find his elusive and mysterious target, Miranda Cane. After two years of searching, despite what clues he has found, he is no closer to finding out who she is and why his brother spoke her name. His last words were that she was behind that attack, but why? Why would someone involved with the supernatural want to kill his brother? Was there some kind of secret his brother had that made him a target? Did his brother have a connection to the supernatural, and if yes, then why?

He let out a tired sigh and covered his eyes with his right hand before sliding it down his face. The same old questions he had since starting this little search, and they have yet to really leave his mind. Like a festering wound, they appeared whenever he tried to relax. Which makes sleeping kinda hard, and he only has ideas about why that is.

Either way, he did his best to brush the thoughts aside and went to lay down on the bed. Staring at the ceiling for a moment before closing his eyes. He will find her, Cion told himself. He will find this Miranda Cane and have his revenge. Even if it takes years, sooner or later, he will find her so he can rest knowing that his brother was avenged. "Fynn, what did you get caught up in?" He did to himself in his Manx accent.

But right now, he is exhausted, and it is time to relax. So with a sigh, he looked over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote, and turned on the tv. The local news station channel was on, and he quickly changed the channel until he reached TBS. A movie he liked was playing and was some nice luck. Compared to the luck he has had lately. "Well, at least something good is on since coming to this country," said his thought out loud.

Softly chuckled to himself and started to relax a bit. He needed it for tomorrow. He would resume his hunt for Miranda Cane and hopefully get one step closer to getting his revenge. He knows he must be careful since the supernatural is at play, but that will not stop him, at least if he has any say in it.

Name: Alyx Bellamy

Age: 28

Concept: Painter / Muralist (lowkey title given to herself: “Ward Master”)

Description: Standing at roughly five-foot-six-inches, Alyx is fairly shorter than the average female of her extended family. With a slightly curvy frame, beautifully defined facial features, and a bit of thickness in all the right (or wrong, depending on who you ask) places, Alyx still finds herself falling into self-consciousness and barely enjoys her own reflection. As of late, she keeps her curly hair shorter than usual to cut down on the fuss.

Personality Traits: Borderline Extrovert | Imaginative | Impatient | Self Deprecating | Anxious | Impulsive | Picky | Perfectionist (especially with her artwork)

Personality: To say that Alyx speaks her mind would be an understatement, because when the girl takes issue with something (which seems to be quite often) her opinions are given whether anyone wants it or not. Other times, however, she can be quite calm and reserved, delving into her artwork or ignoring everyone around her with headphones and good beats. Really depends on the day or perhaps phases of the moon. Who knows? Even though the relationship with her family is rather strained, she still loves them but doesn't always want to show it in any obvious way.

Habits//Quirks//Oddities: Usually she finds herself humming or singing to music that's only playing in her head, especially when nervous or anxious. Occasionally talks to herself, and maybe even answers her own questions out loud. She also comes off as a bit of a germaphobe, washing or sanitizing her hands quite often throughout the day. And a useful, but still rather unusual, is being able to nap just about anywhere, almost like a cat.

Powers/skills: Infuses hand-crafted glyphs and symbols with magic to ward away supernatural beings. The resilience of the ward depends on the ink or paint used and the object or surface the symbols are being placed on.

Background: W I P

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Name: Primrose Chastain

Age: 24

Concept: Socialite With An Edge

Appearance: Primrose stands at 5'7''. She has alabaster skin with long, blonde hair that falls to her shoulders. She has gray-blue eyes. She holds a slender frame. She has a beauty mark near her mouth on the right side. Primrose tends to dress in fancier clothes befitting her status, though to aid her in her endeavors she has clothing that can be seen as more "regular".

Personality Traits: Charismatic | Vain | Resourceful | Opinionated | Dedicated | Secretive | Passionate | Assertive

Personality: Primrose grew up being spoiled and wanting very little. This has shaped her into a vain individual who cares about appearances, both physically and via reputation. When Primrose wants something, very little can persuade her to not pursue it, leading to positive and negative outcomes. Primrose excels in social situations, often able to hold conversations with many individuals from all walks of life. Due to her family's nature, Primrose doesn't wear her heart on her sleeve and doesn't let people in unless she feels they can be fully trusted. However, once that trust is earned, Primrose gives it her all. Many people will say Primrose is arrogant, but having been provided with the best, has made her educated and learned in various aspects of life. When Primrose throws her all into something, she doesn't stop until she achieves it.

Powers/Skills:

Illusion Magic - Primrose is able to craft and manipulate illusions, leading her to manipulate herself and things around her. The illusions can be tangible, though it requires further effort.

Charisma - Primrose can talk her way in and out of things with ease. She is able to read people and say what needs to be said to get them to open up.

Upper Class - Having been born into wealth, Primrose is able to breeze through higher class places and situations easily. This does leave her with less knowledge of how the other half lives.

[Background: The Chastain Family. Rumors whispered in shadowy corners, if they are to be believed, talk of a deal with a devil situation. How else did a family with very little to their name during the Great Depression manage to make it out of that tumultuous time unscathed? Others speak of pacts sealed with blood, offering sacrifices to ensure their power and wealth are maintained. What's one missing child or vagrant?

Primrose had heard of all these rumors before. There was never a point in time when her family's name wasn't on everyone's lips during school events or lavish parties thrown at her parent's home. She often wondered if the people there were actually their friends or were terrified the rumors were true and wanted to be on their good side.

Primrose didn't let silly rumors get to her. She knew her family (or knew them as well as she was able to, at least). They provided her with the best education, after-class training with magic, language lessons, culture, fashion, you name it, it was instilled in her, willing or not.

As she glided through her lessons, it became apparent to Primrose that her family had more to them than she figured. She didn't know how her family made money. Her father often left on "business", which she figured to mean having lavish affairs with other women (as she had never seen her parents kiss before, much less hold hands). Her mother went to work also, but she never made mentioned what she did. Whenever Primrose dared to ask, her mother would pat her cheek, smile, and say "Questions lead to wrinkles, darling."

As expected of her, being the only child of the present Chastain family, she would be expected to continue their legacy. Did that mean marrying off to some other magical family? Possibly. But in her family's history, no matter what family was added into the mix, the last name stuck. "Family is all that matters," her farther often said. Despite this motto, he rarely, if ever, showed how much his family meant to him. In fact, the only family member who showed an ounce of affection and care was Primrose's grandmother on her mother's side. Her grandmother was not considered part of the family as her daughter married into the Chastain. Primrose's mother would often say nasty things about her own mother. "She is not like us," she often said, "Don't speak to her."

However, Primrose, as with every young child, had her rebellious stage. Considering what Primrose wanted to do with herself, perhaps that rebellious stage lasted longer than most others. A conversation with her grandmother led Primrose to question herself and the very family she had been with for so long. "They are not who they appear to be." Those words echoed in Primrose's mind. What did she mean?

Primrose would never find out. Her grandmother passed shortly after. Suicide, it was said. However, Primrose didn't believe that. Why were there signs of magic use then? Why had her grandmother not left a note or something? Why had her will changed so recently, granting all she had owned to the family she wanted nothing to do with?

This mystery, as well as the one surrounding the Chastain family, fueled Primrose's desire to figure out what is going on.

Things Your Character Wants to Happen (Probably won't): Figure out the secret of her family. Figure out what happened to her grandmother. Make a name for herself in the world outside of her family's influence.

Things You as a Writer Want To Happen (Maybe will): Allow Primrose to open herself up more to others, especially a wide variety of people she would not have ordinarily met elsewhere. Solve fantastic crimes that lead to story progression and character progression (both mine and everyone else's characters).

Name: Malcador 'Mal' Ravenwood

Age: 26

Appearance: Mal has been blessed with an all encompassing charm. His eyes are a deep sea blue that could drown someone that looked too deeply, his hair is thick and as black as a demon's heart. He sports a small ponytail tied up to trail down his neck, effortlessly worn. His jawline is positively distracting and his nose perfectly proportioned, only matched by his lean body of trim muscles. He tends to wear business casual, generally a vest over a white dress shirt and well tailored pants. It's only when he has to appear in public, however. He much prefers his darkly colored mystic's robes. The one quality that he could do without is a brand on his left shoulder he is careful to cover up at all times; four great black marks, like claw marks of black ink, the demon Mephistopheles cursed him with the day they met, long ago.

Concept: Suave Sorcerer

Powers/skills:

Magic: Specifically manipulation of mystic forces, the unbinding of curses, and conjuration. Most spells beyond cantrips require a conduit like a staff.

Devilishly Handsome: Malcador is easy on the eyes, and he'll use it to his advantage.

Lying: He's a swindler and a consummate liar. His voice is smooth and enticing, and that only helps his normal ease at the vice. He had to learn it growing up in and out of the streets and foster care.

History Degree: Graduated from the University of Stanford with a Bachelor's.

Staff: (See Jaelle Codona's sheet)

Things Your Character Wants to Happen (probably wont):

Parents: The rescuing of his parents souls.

Jaelle: The rescuing of Jaelle's spirit.

Things You as a Writer Wants to Happen (Maybe will):

The Book: Finding the Book of Black Malediction. Some say it could bind Mephistopheles and call upon greater demonic powers to control the diabolic.

Tomb: Finding the Tomb of Merlin. Merlin was a hero of his growing up, and he very much wishes to locate and appropriating his trappings and teachings.

Ladies: He likes 'em

Writing Sample? - Excuse me? Please. I am a professional now.

Name: Jaelle Codona

Age: Died at 29

Appearance:



In life, Jaelle was a small, warm-skinned woman with a mass of black, wavy hair, light brown-gold eyes and strong features. Today, she often looks much the same, but more washed out, the gold of her jewelry and the vibrancy of her skirt and scarves lost.

Appearance is fairly fluid for a spirit, so often her appearance will reflect her mood or the current needs of the group. She's doing a new thing lately by trying out different styles of clothes.

Concept: The undead spirit of a Romani fortune teller bound to a bloodstone.

Roughly four years ago, Malcador Ravenwood (played by @POOHEAD189) found a stone mounted atop a staff in the bottom of an old tomb. It was a fortuitous find really—an excellent conduit, cleverly made and just as elegant as anyone could wish. Imagine his surprise, then, we he found Jaelle bound to it. The two of them discovered the Sunday Group a couple years ago and have been aiding them off and on.

Personality: Bubbly | Extrovert | Liar | Storyteller | Dramatic | Curious | Untrusting | Restless | Impatient

Powers/skills:

Incorporeal: Jaelle is incorporeal, so she can walk through walls/floors, change her appearance, and choose whether or not to be audible or visible. She cannot affect the physical world.

Pathway: While lending her soul to the bloodstone, it's weilder (a magic user) can cross into the spirit realm and converse with its denizens. Jaelle cannot cross over on her own because she is bound to the mortal plane, and cannot be forced into the stone, though a particularly rude person could threaten to break it and destroy her. She can go no further than 100 meters from the gem without experiencing pain and the threat of insanity.

Of a Different Time: Jaelle has all the skills of a young woman born to the Roma people in the past (she is never quite clear about exactly when shes from but Mal is pretty certain she was bound to the bloodstone no more than 150-200 years ago). She sings, dances, tells fortunes through palm and tarot. She was once a deft seamstress, cook, and pickpocket. Jaelle speaks Romani, German, and more recently, English. She doesn’t understand technology or much modern culture, but Netflix and the internet are helping.

Things Your Character Wants to Happen (probably wont):

To binge Netflix without having to go get someone to push the “Still Watching?” button. To touch the world again. To touch people again. To travel more. (Curse the sedentary nature of modern society!!)

Things You as a Writer Wants to Happen (Maybe will):

Character development arcs!

1: Trust. Janelle eventually reaches the point where she either has to or wants to tell the truth about how she ended up in the bloodstone. At first, every character who asks gets a different wild tale, all of which seem to include daring escapes and stunning sexual conquests.

2: Loss of Self. Unbound from bodies and the physical world, spirits cease to think and feel in the same manner as they did while alive, something Jaelle has seen during infrequent journeys into the spirit realm with the mage. She fears losing herself, and signs are starting to show... Does she make peace? Find away around the slip into insanity?

3: Family. The Romani are often nomadic peoples who don't have much governmental structure. Their typical until is a family, and Jaelle is just one Roma woman out of time and place. There's space for a surrogate family in her undeath.