Spectral Voices

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Callida
Béatrix de la Croix
Lillith Adams
Kieran
Ailidh "Alma" Annstás
Levina
Adelaide
Maya Soto
Jareth "Jar" Wells
Therese and Jeanette Caper
Peridot Hayashi
Lady Mohowauuck
Jace O'Brian
Kaelen "Kiara" Kinley
Suriel Anne White
Loki "Low Key" Van Stenberg
Patricia "Tish" Webber
Nikolai "Niki" Zabrecky
Margaret Elizabeth Williams
Grace Ann Morris
Clayton Anthony Bennett
Ffiona "FiFi" Lewis
Asuka "Ravyn" Takahashi
Judah Lee Rothstein
Austin "Doctor Faze" Daley
Barbara "Barbie" Somerville
Evangeline "Eva" Claire
Silas "Silo" Owens
Kathryn "Rin" Zabrecky
Leonard "Lenny" Webber
Lucas "Luke" Piccoli
Abigail "Arsenal" Ross
Selena Paris Sterling
Marshall Frederick Radley
Trevor Odhran Wells
Rafael Xavier Pozo Mendez
Shiloh Betty Clay
Tilian James Ambrose
Takayuki "Taka" Yamada
Johnny Dixon Piccoli
Cael Lee Crawford
Wolfrik Bastian Wasserman
Dahlia Gianna Rothstein
Valerie Georgia Owens
Michael Anthony Joseph
Demitri Allan Reese
Chrysler Adrian Reyes
Zoey "Cherry Cola" Soda
Gareth Lewis
Liam Lewis
Elias James Lincoln
Eden Alyse Bell
Lena van der Meer

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Callida

Name: Callida
Nickname: Calli
Age: 21
Personality: Quick to anger, passionate, crafty, goal-driven, and believably deceptive. She is constantly in and out of relationships, but doesn’t believe in love – just fiery lust.
Class: Flame
Race: Dwarf, being a good foot shorter than most humans
Guild: Resins Afell, but is commonly sent on spy missions to other guilds because of her class
Affiliation: Evil
Home Town: Crimson Red, but she frequents Arrowi City for missions.
Appearance:
Sibling: Clarence, known to be deceased.
Backstory: Calli remembers little of her childhood, other than knowing that it was pleasant for a little while. Twins Callida and Clarence were born to a classless dwarf couple in Crimson Red, and it was a miracle of sorts that they were born with such great power. Calli remembers laughing a lot and lighting more than a few homes on fire with Clarence, all on accident, of course! When it was about to be the twins’ 13th name day, the raid came – this is when Calli’s memory gets fuzzy. Calli awoke from the raid in a forested area just outside her home town, screams of anguish echoed all around her for what seemed like miles. Her breathing picked up and she began to run in search of Clarence, she hated to be apart from him… and he had never felt so distant before. Calli’s legs brought her to her home before her mind could even catch up and her eyes could take in the scene before her. After realizing that her family home had been reduced to ash, she scrambled through the wreckage, “Clarence!” she screamed for her beloved brother in fear. Her frantic fingers raked through the charred wreckage, unable to feel the heat still lingering. It was then that she found them, a set of three skeletons huddled in the corner of what used to be her brother’s room. Tears streamed down her face as the realization struck her – her family was dead. Thoughts raced through her head, knowing that her brother couldn’t have been killed by flame alone, something had to have led to his death prior to the flames claiming his flesh. The sudden sound of footsteps startled Calli, and it was only then that she realized her thoughts had manifested themselves in screams and moans of sorrow as she clutched her brother’s bones to her chest. “Come with me, dear, and together we will avenge your family” the Caster man promised, and Callida never thought twice about agreeing. That was when the rage came, that was when she chose her alignment. She would find the Caster with enough power to bring her twin brother back from the grave, and together, they would make the world pay.
Weapon(s): Fire magick, a flaming whip and a make-shift pistol fires rocks using her own fire powers.
Outfit (Optional):
Theme Song (Optional):Death In Fire - Amon Amarth
And because this one is too good to resist…
Girl On Fire - Alicia Keys
Other: Ever since losing her family and joining the Casters, Calli has ruthlessly trained her powers to become as strong as she can be without her brother… but she is nothing in comparison to what she once was with him. She carries her brothers remains with her at all times to feel close to him still, hoping that one day she will be able to bring him back.

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Béatrix de la Croix

Head Executioner of The Blackmoore Clan

BIRTH NAME: Béatrix de la Croix
ALIASES AND NICKNAMES: Trixy, Wolfsbane, Madame Vengeance
AGE: 630
TURNED: The Winter of 1385, just after her 18th birthday

PERSONALITY: Years of being a self-employed hitwoman have taken a toll on Béatrix, and her senses are those of a hardened killer. In the first years of her vampire life, Béatrix made many rash decisions and could hardly keep her emotions in check. These days, a serene calm can be found in her face, the mask of a true actress. Béatrix has her vampiric urges and emotions under complete control, although she does enjoy giving in to her bloodlust – humans could have their vices, why not the supernatural as well? Although Trixy can come off as flirtatious and friendly, she has built an icy wall around herself. If you don’t get too attached to somebody, it doesn’t mean that much when they are ripped away.

BIOGRAPHY: The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis… There was the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was one of wealth and power.

In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where her marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in those days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk… on a good day.

Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves.

That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Her new life would have to be a secret… and they would have to get the vampiric council’s approval as well. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man. Young love with the promise of beauty and an eternity together was enough to keep any secret. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for a new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death, which of course is an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death is already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.

Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry – even in the vampiric community. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.

Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day and kill you.

From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills of mental manipulation, deception, and private investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. Rumors and tales spread in the supernatural community of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman, but few knew the name and face to match the tales… almost none who recognized her for who and what she was survived it.

Trixy found her way to the New World seeking adventure and new enemies to hunt. She was on a mission in New York City when she met the leader of the Blackmoore clan. Although he was barely older than her, he had an authority that she could respect, as their morals aligned just so. Although Trixy had always led a nomadic lifestyle, she felt pulled to join this clan in particular… maybe it was the promise of a family… maybe there would be strength in numbers… maybe it was something else. Béatrix quickly climbed her way up the ladder of authority, her age alone doing most of the work. It wasn’t long before Alistair asked Béatrix to put her skills to good use as his Head Executioner, a job that promised to give her vengeful heart purpose. She has been a loyal family member and advisor to Alistair ever since.

FAMILY: She is on the Blackmoore's Council of Advisors as ‘Head Executioner’

POWER: Mental Manipulation/Compulsion. Trixy can completely mind control humans, even better than most vampires, as she has fine-tuned her abilities. Béatrix can also alter the thoughts and feelings of other vampires, especially if they are younger than her. She still struggles to get into the heads of vampires older than her, but she will never stop trying.

SIDES:
Human = Food
Kingstons = Comical
Rogues = A nuisance
Werewolves = The ultimate enemy
Anyone Trixy chooses to dislike (regardless of race) = DEAD

WEAPON: She dual wields glock 22s in combat and almost always has them concealed on her person somewhere, along with a combat knife.

OTHER:

Skills – She is stealthy, believably deceptive, has elder level healing, finely tuned mental control abilities, a precise marksman aim, and a killer smile.

Flaws – She suffers from bloodlust, vengeful behavior, has a slew of supernatural enemies that she has racked up over the years, a lack of trust in others, and a vendetta against Werewolves. Oh yeah, she'd also a wee bit insane. Oops.

Fears – When you reach a certain age, fears mean less and less… even death doesn’t seem all to unwelcome. One fear, however, remains for Béatrix, the fear of losing a loved one - A fear easily avoided if you choose not to love.

Béatrix de la Croix {Re-vamped}

Age: 630, turned at around age 18

Nicknames/aliases: Trixy, Wolfsbane, Madame Vengeance
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Sexual Preference: Hetero

Likes:

• Her dual glock 22s
• flirting
• hard liquor (chartreuse, especially)
• mind games
• meaningless hookups
• blood

Dislikes:

• WEREWOLVES
• the English
• prudes
• love
• people who take themselves too seriously

Bio:

Sorry about the wall of text :x

The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis… There was the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was one of wealth and power.

In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where her marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in those days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles who married for power, not their soul mates. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk… on a good day.

Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves. His was the name marked on her wrist, and hers on his.

That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Her new life would have to be a secret… and they would have to get the vampiric council’s approval as well. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man – her soul mate. Young love with the promise of beauty and an eternity together was enough to keep any secret. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for a new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death which, of course, is an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death is already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.

Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed with an unbearable pain searing her wrist. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry – even in the vampiric community. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.

Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day, wake you from your slumber, and murder you.

From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills in vampire mental manipulation, deception, and investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. Rumors and tales spread in the supernatural community of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman, but few knew the name and face to match the stories… almost none who recognized her for who and what she was survived to tell the tale.

Trixy found her way to the New World seeking adventure and new enemies to hunt. She is currently in NYC on a mission to put down rogue supernaturals wreaking havoc in the city.

Occupation: Hit woman/bounty hunter (nicknamed Wolfsbane, and Madame Vengeance) – it used to be a self-decided operation, but she now works with the military and law enforcement to take out criminals only.

Country of Origin: France

Feelings about meeting soul mate: Trixy’s is a tale of heartbreak. When she lost Francis, she lost everything – her sire, her best friend, and her lover. She doesn’t believe in second chances, and refuses to love again. No one will replace what Francis was to her, she won’t let them. The day she saw Francis’ name blackened and crossed off on her wrist, she bound her arm in silk to cover up what would come next. She didn’t want another, her heart was too cold to feel anything but pain. In time, she did see the new ink, but the date was centuries away, and she hoped maybe she’d die first. Although she keeps the tattoo still wrapped, the name haunts her subconscious, especially knowing that the date is so close now…

Soul mate: Batholomew 'Tholo' Whitlock

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Lillith Adams

Name: Lillith (Lily) Adams

Age: 21 years young

Appearance:

Personality: Lily is a free spirit, and chooses to enjoy life without all of those pesky rules getting in the way. If there is a hopping college party, you can bet that Lily is there… dancing on the tables. Like every person that looks happy on the outside, Lily has a lot of inner turmoil that she struggles with… family s**t, you know? Lily opens up to few people, only those on her inner circle. A couple of those people know about her indulgences in mind-altering substances besides alcohol. Lily supplements her party lifestyle through selling drugs, a secret operation that she is pretty good at. She may or not have supplying any of the other suspects, and the victim with drugs from time to time. As for a college major, Lily is very artistic and is hoping to get a degree in fine arts concentrating on charcoal drawing and ceramics. As her multicolored hair and facial piercings indicate, Lily dabbles in punk fashion: all tight jeans, combat boots and bright colors, mixed with black leather. As far as sexuality goes, Lily maintains a free spirit attitude and feels that people fall in love with other people, gender doesn’t dictate that.

Statement:
Relationship – “We worked with each other on occasion, but we weren’t really friends. She was too goody two-shoes to be my type, you know?”

Alibi – “That night, well I was partying it up with a good friend of mine, Chris Richards, you can ask her to verify.”

Motive – “Listen officer, I get pretty out of my head sometimes, but I’m a hippie… I couldn’t kill a person if I wanted to.”

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Kieran

Name: Kieran (named for his darker complexion)
Age: 100 (that’s proper adulthood in elven years)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Class: Druid (can cast simple spells, summon nature’s ally, and shape shift into animal form (wild shape))
Race: Elf (mostly wood elf with a touch of dark elf/drow lineage)
Weapon(s): magic, wild shape, spear
Outfit: Clothing made by natural means: leather, hides, and botanical components
Allegiance: Neutral evil (more of an affiliation than anything)

Bio: Kieran spends the majority of his time traveling throughout the wilderness with is wolf companion, Cana. Due to the fact that he doesn’t have much interaction with humanoids, he can come off as cold and aloof when interacting with them. Kieran struggles with himself more than anything. As a druid and a wood elf, he should be neutral or good in most of his choices, but the taint of dark elf blood in him often leads him down evil paths. Kieran is a strong fighter, and no matter what bad choices he makes, he will always be an ally to nature.

History: Kieran is a bit of a loner, more so out of necessity than by choice. The tribe of wood elves that his family was a part of was raided by the dark elves before he was born. The Drow took everything from the tribe, murdering men, women, and children… but not all of the women were simply murdered. Some women, like his dear mother, were raped by the dark elves in an attempt to create a bastardized race. Kieran is the product of such carnage, although he was raised by his mother for quite some time before the Drow returned to kill her. Kieran’s mother was also a druid and did her best to teach him the ways of a good druid, the ways of the wood elves. Kieran picked everything up in practice, his magic being stronger than her own even, but the taint of darkness and the temptation to do bad things has always been there… especially now that his entire family is dead. The majestic and beautiful wolf, whom he named Cana as a pup, is his only family now; she is the only thing that tethers him from becoming completely undone.

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Alma

Name: Ailidh Alma Annstás (she just goes by Alma)
Age: 360
Gender: female
Species: Faerie (Seelie Court)
Appearance:
Personality: Logical, quiet, and beautiful on the outside, but tortured within.
Backpack Contents: 3 fruits, a medium-sized glass vial currently filled with water, a sack of various herbs, a journal, a sharp stone dagger, hemp twine, a sack of seeds to try to plant in the new world, and some bones.
Survival Skills: Faerie magick, knowledge of nature, good at finding safe food to eat.
History: She won’t say.
Extra: Gifted with the ability to return life to one being in exchange for the life of another. Basically resurrection, but with a counter balance.

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Levina

Name: Levina
Age: 21
Race: Angelic
Appearance:
Outpost: Hell On Earth
Skills/Abilities: Bred by blessed humans for speed, stealth, and accuracy, Levina was raised as a skilled assassin. While she is physically weak, her quick healing, skill with holy artifacts, and ability to fly in short, rapid movements make her a very formidable fighter.
Personality/ Bio: Levy is quiet and comes off as a bit cold towards others. She wasn’t born out of love and knows little of the emotion, as her parents weren’t involved in her upbringing… they weren’t even a couple at all. Levina was raised by members of the outpost and trained to fight since she could aptly hold a weapon. Levy enjoys the fight and revels in death and destruction a bit more than you would expect someone angelic to. As for flaws, Levina keeps her cards close to her chest… but she isn’t completely good-aligned mentally.
Other: I would like her to dual wield holy artifacts… something neat like ninja stars would be nice. Also, the ability to fly short distances very quickly. If possible, the ability to create illusions would be sweet.

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Adelaide

Name: Adelaide

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: A fierce and beautiful woman, with a statuesque build and flawless pale skin. Adelaide has thick obsidian colored hair that falls to just below her bust, with flecks of raven-like feathers in between the strands. Despite her fangs and devilish red eyes, she is a striking beauty that leaves most people awestruck. Tall and lithe, Adel stands at 72 inches and weighs about 10 stone. She wields a longsword, and a shining red bow is strapped across her black leather-clad back.

Personality: Adelaide is fiery and independent, bordering on feral in personality. In battle, she prefers to engage in combat from a distance and fire arrows infused with elemental magicks. When she is up close to her opponents, she uses her charm to distract and disorganize them before making them meet the tip of her longsword. While Adel may have a pretty face, she is cold, judgmental, and hard to get along with at first. She places nature high above the life of any humanoid creature and will gladly slay any foe to protect the wild lands.

History: Adelaide remembers little of her childhood, as she has blocked most of it out. Her parents were older when they birthed her, and they soon after fell ill to a plague that racked their village. At five years old, Adelaide was left to be cared for by the hearth and homes of other families in the village, but they wanted her not…

Most of the upstanding English folk didn’t want to be associated with the ‘demon child’. They abused her and called her cruel names, associating her with the work of the “Devil” because of her distorted features. It wasn’t long before Adel sought to flee the abuse, taking refuge in the wild lands.

It was in her childhood that Adelaide learned her hatred of men and women, and in the forests that she learned the kindness and strength of nature. Adelaide met people like her; other ‘devil children’… even adult monsterborn that taught her how to use elemental spells. Adelaide learned to hunt for her own food using a bow and arrow, a skill that she was unknowingly naturally adept at. She practice swordplay with the other children and finally began to enjoy her childhood. Once Adelaide reached her teenage years, her forest family urged her to make herself known in the human world again, as they had themselves, to show them her power instead of her fear.

Adelaide integrated herself into society in ways that most people wouldn’t consider upstanding or ladylike. With her beguiling charm and beauty, she lent her body to prostitution and carnal pleasures. With her physical strength and magic, she sold her body as a warrior and sword(bow) for hire – often killing without question.

That is Adelaide’s history, the rest has yet to be written…

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Maya Soto

Name: Maya Soto
Age: 23
Appearance:

Photo

Demon: Nightmares
Personality: Creative, flirty, polite, somewhat introverted
Bio: Maya went to college and studied fine art with a concentration in sculpture. Although sculpture is where most of her talent lies, she also paints, draws, and uses charcoal. After graduating she got her feet in the door at a shop that features and sells fine art from local artists. The owner of the store is growing old and looking to find a fresh young face to take over the shop, Maya aspires to be that person. Recently, however, she has felt less like herself. Nightmares now replace her once imaginative and pleasant dreams, and those around her tend to frighten easily and avoid her. Maya started therapy because of the nightmares and sudden social exclusion, but she’s starting to think there’s something more supernatural wrong with her. She wonders if she’s the only one feeling this way…

A second, modified version of Maya Soto is in PM's because of secret backstory for "The Island" roleplay.

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Jareth Michael Wells {Orignal Vampire Version}

Chemist of the Night

NAME: Jareth
ALIASES AND NICKNAMES: Jar, Chemist of the Night, JRock, The Cook.
AGE: 57
TURNED: June 4th, 1982

PERSONALITY: Fun-loving, dark-hearted, musical, calculating, hot-headed, passionate, mean-spirited and extremely ambitious. Don’t let the rocker looks fool you, his business acumen is unmatched. His intelligence also makes him prideful and hard to get along with at times. Jareth also does everything with a dramatic - often theatrical and bordering on flamboyant - flair.

BIOGRAPHY: Jareth was at his prime in the late seventies and early eighties. He spent his days sleeping in and his nights getting drunk, high, and making music with the boys. Jareth was the lead singer and guitarist for Crim Son, a little band he started in his foster parents’ garage - before they kicked him out, that is. I guess they didn’t like the drugs, or his friends, or his music, or… him.

Even before vampirism - even with the excessive drug use - Jareth had a great mind, talent, and ambition on his side. His little garage band took off in the local Portland region, gaining a decent following and, fortunate for the boys, a few groupies. After a show one night, Jar was smoking out in the alley behind the bar when a hot little thing with fiery hair and a leather miniskirt approached him. Thinking her another groupie and always being one to objectify women, Jareth pinned her against the brick wall and kissed her hard and fast.

At his brutish reaction to her charm, the vampire woman clutched her hand around his chin and switched their position only to slam him against the wall with enough force to make him shudder. “No, no, little beauty. I’m going to teach you how to submit.” She said in a purr.

Jareth can’t remember much of what happened next, he remembers pain similar to getting a tattoo, except one his neck. He assumes that’s when she bit him. But she didn’t turn him then, oh no, that would have ruined all her fun. When he woke up he was tied up in leather and chains, coated in his own blood. She did things to him, evil torturous things, sometimes pleasurable things, and in a way it may have seemed like she was doing these things to show him that the way he treated women was wrong. But that wasn’t the case, she was just evil, and her behavior only caused his hatred to grow, but Jareth was clever in his hatred. Such a clever boy.

The ruby-haired woman promised that if he should ever learn to submit to her, she would make him strong like she was, and he could be hers forever. Strength, Jareth craved to feel strong again, so he put his mind to work. He had convinced her that she had broken him, that he had come to love her in all the torture and time. So she turned him into a vampire, and as soon as he was able, he killed her.

It didn’t take long for Jareth to figure out what his special powers were. His strengths in life became his strengths in death, as his brilliant mind constantly worked in overdrive. In the dawn of modern science, Jareth had a knack for things like chemistry and synthesis. And what did he do with his awesome powers, well he figured out how to make money, of course. Vampires, especially old vampires, get bored easily -They have an eternity to live, to explore, to contemplate, and they can’t even get high? And what do vampires have a lot of, especially the older ones? Money, and they are more than willing to spend it, especially on the darker things in life.

Jareth got to work synthesizing a drug that works on vampires. He figured out a way to genetically and chemically alter human blood so that it gave vampires the effect of being high, a high much like that of tripping on acid. All vampires react to O-neg a bit differently, but for Jar, it gave him back the only thing he missed about his humanity: a way to escape his own mind. For some vampires it felt like ecstasy, or just pot, or acid, it could take you all the way up and then let you crash through the floorboards. For Jareth, it gave him back the inspiration he needed to continue with his music, it stopped the endless thinking, thinking, thinking…

Vampires took to O-neg like kids in a candy store, and before long, Jareth was one of the youngest extremely wealthy vampires in the US. Wealthy, but not famous, Jareth wasn’t stupid; He kept his recipe hidden in his head and his work severely underground. In his travels, Jareth met Theo and they bonded like two f**ked up peas in a pod. Jareth is the money and brains behind Blod, and Theo is the brute strength. Theo was just the person that Jar needed to find in order to keep him safe from his own ambitious ways.

FAMILY: Rogue – Blod family member. Jareth keeps his membership to Blod a secret, much like his O-neg lab. Even Adelisa wouldn’t recognize him as a Blod member… the only one who knows, and the only one who matters, is Theo.

POWER: Brilliant Mind. The whole idea of people having a stronger left brain or right brain doesn’t apply to Jareth, he excels at both the arts and sciences. He is what the humans would call a bonafide genius. That being said, his mind is his own strength and weakness – it is impermeable to compulsion and mental manipulation, but his intelligence hinders his perception of social cues and morality.

SIDES: Downright evil. He likes other vampires, but he seeks out the fall of the other established families in the city, desiring to have the whole city in O-neg’s grasp. Jareth is more than willing to drink from and kill humans. He is also known to be an extreme misogynist.

WEAPON: Chemical warfare, where he lacks in strength, he makes up for in intelligence and crafty weaponry. Homemade bombs and acids, chemicals and fire, those sorts of things are his forte.

OTHER:Don’t let the rocker chic and the charm fool you, Jareth is NOT one of the good guys.

Jareth Michael Wells {Alternate Universe#1 Human Adult Version}

NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him.

Jareth Michael Wells {Alternate Universe#2 Human Teen Version}

"I may look happy, but honestly dear, the only way I'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear."
-Oliver Sykes

🎸 "Hills Like White Elephants" - I&G 🎵 "Hospital For Souls" - BMTH 🎧 "The Sharpest Lives" - MCR 🎶 "The Bright Young Things" - MM 🎤

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Name:

Jareth Michael Wells

Nickname:

Jar, JRock, JarBear(potential future pet name?)

Birth Date:

March 16th 1999

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Straight

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

Delivers for a local pizza joint called Little Joey’s part time and does paid gigs with CrimSon, the band he fronts, when he can.

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Head Emo

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In Depth Appearance:

Jar stands at a lanky 6 feet 1 inch and is fairly thin. His vegetarian diet and love for morning runs keeps him fit and trim, but nowhere near beefcake muscular. Notable facial features include high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and warm, honey colored eyes that border on hazel in some lighting. The longest locks of Jar’s hair brush his collarbone, while the rest is cut into shorter ‘emo’ fringe that frames his face.

Jareth currently only has a few tattoos, including a patch of hearts on his stomach near his right hip bone that he got when he was seventeen and plans on covering up someday because they look like absolute shit, a blue pacman-like ghost with a heart speech bubble on his inner right bicep, and a red star-like shape on his inner right wrist. These are just the first of many tattoos in Jar’s mind, he plans on having full sleeves and then some someday. As far as piercings go, Jar has 2g gauges in both ears and a piercing on the right side of his lip. The lip ring started as snake bites when he was sixteen, but he has since removed the left in favor of an asymmetrical aesthetic - hence the right side positioning of all of his tattoos. His clothing style consists of band t-shirts, brightly colored and random screen tees, the occasional plaid button-up, super tight skinnies jeans and Toms or Vans. And, yes, he occasionally wears guyliner.

Body Type: Bendy Straw

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Habits | Quirks | Oddities

⚡️ Fiddles with his lip ring when nervous
⚡️ Is a vegetarian
⚡️ Knows how to play classical piano
⚡️ Is a teenage boy that surprisingly isn’t into video games
⚡️ Has never had a girlfriend for more than a month

Hobbies:

⭐ Singer/Songwriter for CrimSon, a screamo hardcore band
⭐ Guitar player
⭐ Pot Smoking Partygoer

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Likes:

✔ Music
✔ Art
✔ Skinny Girls
✔ Tattoos & Piercings
✔ Morning Runs
✔ Bonfires
✔ Parties
✔ Drinking
✔ Getting High

Dislikes:

✘ Animal cruelty
✘ A Lister type people
✘ Corrupt government and politics
✘ His foster parents
✘ His biological parents
✘ Sports - his fosters tried to get him to join track in middle school because he likes running, but he HATED it.
✘ Homophobia - “Calling me a fag is one, inaccurate, and two, not an insult. Grow the fuck up.” - Jar

Fears:

☠ Commitment
☠ Not making it in the music industry
☠ Abandonment

Personality:

♦ Creative ♦ Egocentric ♦ Charismatic ♦ Reserved

It is easy to look at someone like Jareth and think that you know what they are like. At face value, he might look like some burnout stereotype, and in some ways he is. Jareth has never excelled in school, he scrapes by with average C grades and the occasionally B if he finds the subject interesting enough. He smokes a lot of pot and is no stranger to the party animal crowd. Jareth’s looks and flirtatious nature hook him a lot of female attention, but his twin fears of commitment and, ultimately, abandonment keep him from ever getting too attached. Also, he kind of just likes to play the field romantically and is known to some as a player, but never a cheat.

While Jareth isn’t ashamed to indulge in carnal desires, he isn’t totally hopeless. His passion for music overcomes everything else in his life. CrimSon, and his band mates Jessie, Eric and Kyle, are his life. Jareth’s ultimate life goal is to chase this passion into stardom, and he is well aware of the level of work and dedication that might take. It will be worth it.

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History:

Jareth was born to a drug addict groupie and some mystery musician. His teenage birth mother gave him up for adoption immediately upon giving birth and, to this day, he hasn’t actually met her. It wasn’t one of those happy adoptions either, as his first set of ‘parents’ didn’t work out and, as such, he wound up in the foster care system. This lack of unconditional parental love or stability lead to behavioral problems throughout his childhood, which made finding a forever home all the more difficult. Jareth bounced from home to home - some families were too soft and kind to handle a ‘troubled kid’, and others were just plain abusive.

When Brian and Charlotte McKinney stepped foot in the foster home, Jar had unknowingly met his match. The ruthless politician and bombshell model saw the potential in young Jareth immediately. Their decision to foster Jar 6 years ago was a loveless one. This was a political and social move… he was a trophy to be put on their mantle and display what good people they were, taking in a troubled preteen like that. Because of this, they were just hard enough to handle Jareth’s behaviors, putting up with his outbursts and rebellion because they saw the ends to justify the means.

In time, Jareth grew out of the violence and accepted that this was the way things would be from now on. For better or for worse, he had found his forever home. The stability of the McKinney household allowed him to explore his love of music. The McKinney’s certainly didn’t hurt for money and, when he was 15, they bought him an Ibanez guitar and sound equipment to play around with in his ‘little’ garage band that is now known as CrimSon. Of course, they aren’t supportive of this hobby as a career goal, but Jareth doesn’t give two shits about their opinion.

Nowadays, Jar can be found picking petty fights with his foster parents just to instigate. Jareth’s teenage rebellion has become more peaceful and secretive than his violent childhood, including things like sneaking out to hook up with girls, smoke pot, and attend parties, not necessarily in that order.

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Extracurricular Activities:

Other than CrimSon and work, no. Jareth isn’t much for formal clubs.

Extra:

Dark Necessities - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Anything Else:

This picture, because it is so ridiculous. You’ve been warned.

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Teen Jareth’s Relations

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{"We're all fifty shades of fucked up."}
_{⚜ ACQUAINTANCES • ☯ NEUTRAL • ☮ FRIENDS • ♫ BEST FRIENDS • ♥ LOVE INTEREST • ⚤ SIGNIFICANT OTHER • ☠ ENEMIES}

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The Queen Bee

The Queen Bee: | D O M I N I Q U E . S A U N D E R S | {Symbol}
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The King Bee

The King Bee:

The Royals

Royal: | A N A L I S E . A R N E T T E | {Symbol}
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Royal: | A U R O R A . H I D G E N S | {Symbol}
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Royal:
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The Preps

Head Prep: | A U D R E Y . H U N T S B E R G | {Symbol}
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Prep:
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The Jocks

Head Jock: | B R Y A N T . O ' C O N N O R | {Symbol}
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Jock: | P A R K . HA - N A | {Symbol}
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Jock: | E Z E K I E L . M Y E R S | {Symbol}
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Jock:

The Rebels

Head Rebel: | A T L A N T I S . S T R A N G | {Symbol}
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Rebel: | E L Y S I A . F A B L E | ☮♥

"_{Hey Miss Murder, can I? Make beauty stay if I take my life?}"

Oh, Ely, isn’t she just the most adorable little spit-fire. She is definitely one of my favorite people in this shitcan school. Ely keeps any party alive, and for a girl her size, she handles a surprising amount of alcohol. I think that’s how we met, at a mixer party, I thought she was cute so I chatted her up and she ended up crashing at my place that night. She’s welcome in my bed any night, specially now that Jade and I…. Anyway, I really like Ely, she reminds me a lot of… well, me. Being around her is as free and easy as breathing.

Rebel: | L U T H E R . S A N T O S | ☮

"_{Don’t want to be an Ameican idiot. One nation controlled by the media.}"

I first met Luther in detention in 8th grade. He got caught with spray paint in his locker and I was cutting class or some shit. Anyway, we really hit it off. Lu is really into activism and stuff, so we’ve talked about animal and human rights in the few times that we’ve hung out. I’m not sure how he feels about me, but I definitely consider him a friend… he’s one of the few ‘real’ people in this shithole of a school, not just another rich yuppie that flaunts their wealth and social status.

Rebel: | T R O Y . B L A K E I I I | ⚜☯

"_{Character thoughts.}"

Troy is Davy’s cousin. I don’t really know him too well, but he seems okay. He stops by Davy’s house with his parents sometimes and I generally peace out when that happens. It’s nothing personal, it just seemed awkward to stay during family dinners and all that. Davy really idolizes the guy, so he must be alright.

The Animals

Head Animal: | A R C H I E . W I L H E L M | {Symbol}
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Animal: | A L Y S S A . G R E E N | {Symbol}
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Animal: | E L O R A . T A N A K A | ⚜

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I’ve seen her around at parties before. Haven’t really talked to her much, nothing more than the casual “Hey, can you pass me that drink on the counter there?”. She might have given me a dirty look once, but I was high at the time so I can’t be sure… sometimes I get a little paranoid when I’m blazed.

Animal:

The Wannabees

Head Wannabee: | G A R Y . R O B E R T S | {Symbol}
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The Drifters

Head Drifter: | J O C E L Y N . T H O M P S O N | {Symbol}
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Drifter:

Drifter: | T Y L E R . J A M E S | {Symbol}
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Drifter:

The Skaters

Head Skater:

Skater: | D A V I D . P O W E R S | ☮

"_{I smoke two joints in the morning, I smoke two joint at night. I smoke two joint in the afternoon, it makes me feel all right.}"

Davy and I met… actually, I’m not quite sure of the exact moment we met, the important thing is that we did. The kid is a monster on a set of wheels, watching him do his thing is pretty amazing. I love when a person has a talent or a skill that they passionately work on, it’s admirable, I can relate to that. David is definitely a little bit odd but, in my opinion, all the best people are. I made an effort to talk to and try to hang out with him. Turns out he has this awesome little dope cave at his parent’s place, his ‘secret spot’ as he calls it. Davy grows his own green down there and sometimes we smoke up the place together sitting in bean bags while he plays his skating games and I play my guitar. We don’t really talk all that much when we hang, but we’re definitely friends. OH! And did I mention he has a duck… and a turtle?! That is just the coolest shit ever, and I’m pretty sure he was baked as hell when he named them.

Skater:
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The Hipsters

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The Performers

Head Performer: | E V E L Y N . H A R D I N G | ⚜♥

"_{Character thoughts.}"

She’s the lead singer of East of Eden, a neat local symphonic metal band. I would love to collaborate with her someday… sing with her band, or have her sing with mine…. Either way! Something about her intimidates me, though, maybe it’s the company she keeps? I’m not really big on A-listers, and she seems pretty tight with Audrey Huntsberg. People like that remind me of my parents, and I don’t really like my parents all too much. Intimidation aside, I’ve definitely got a crush on Eve - maybe that’s part of the reason why she makes me feel so tongue-tied - call me cliché, but there is just something special about a girl with talent, especially one so gorgeous.

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The Artists

Head Artist: | M O R T I M E R . R U V E L N | {Symbol}
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The Thespians

Head Thespian: | H O L D E N . M O N T G O M E R Y | {Symbol}
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Thespian: | A N D R E W . B R O O K M Y R E | {Symbol}
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The Scenes

Head Scene: | J A D E . T A Y L O R | ☠♥

"_{So, what if I can't forget you? I'll burn your name into my throat. I'll be the fire that'll catch you. What's so good about picking up the pieces? What if I don't even want to?}"

This. This right here is why I don’t do love. What I should have done was paid heed to the rumors, ya know…. School slut and all. But noooo, my dumb ass had to get all caught up in feelings. Honestly, Jade is the best lay I ever had and I think I might have just been thinking with the wrong head, or I just blacked out for our month long ‘relationship’. Congratulations, Jade Riley Taylor, you were the first girl to break my heart. Bitch. Whatever, it’s probably for the best, she is into some of those heavier drugs that I don’t really want to get swept up in.

Scene:
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The Punks

Head Punk:

Punk: | S I E R R A . J A M E S O N | ☮♥

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Punk: | R H E T T . A S P E N | ☮

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Rhett is a cool kid. He was outside playing guitar after school one day, over by the statue of the guy that built it, and I introduced myself. I asked him if he played gigs or in a band or something, but it’s just a hobby for him. We’ve jammed out together a few times, especially at bonfire parties, and he is a really nice guy. You might think him a jock by his clean cut looks and muscles, but he tends to kick it with the punk crowd, so that’s cool.

Punk:

The Goths

Head Goth:
Goth:
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The Emos

Head Emo: | J A R E T H . W E L L S | {Symbol}
"_{*see character sheet themes*}"
What a piece of shit this guy is. :p

Emo: | A R I . A D A S S I | ♫♫♫

"_{What a splendid pie! Pizza-pizza pie! Every minute, every second, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy!}"

Ari is like a brother to me, honestly, I don’t know where I’d mentally be without him. I think it’s safe to say that the feeling goes both ways. As far as personality goes, Ari certainly keeps life interesting: when he’s up, he can be obnoxious as hell, but fun, and when he’s down, he’s really down. My bandmates are my best friends, and I tell them everything, even the deep stuff. Ari has shared quite a bit about himself with me as well, and some of it is pretty dark. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to him, CrimSon needs our kick ass guitarist. He has his quirks, and he could really use better hygiene habits, but he really is my closest friend and it’s nice to have someone solid in good times and bad.

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The Loners

Head Loner: | E L I J A H . T R I N I T Y | {Symbol}
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The Geeks

Head Geek: | N I L E S . M C M I L L A N | ⚜☯

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I think I see more of this kid through my pizza delivery job than I do at school. He’s the king of the geeks, but he is really nice, so I don’t have anything negative to say about him.

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The Nerds

Head Nerd: | O S B O R N E . M Y E R S | ☯

"_{Character thoughts.}"

Ehh, I don’t know all that much about him besides the fact that he’s the head brain…. Valedictorian or whatever they call it. He offered to tutor me and a bunch of the other kids that weren’t making the oh-so-coveted A’s and B’s. I politely told him that I didn’t really give a shit about my grades, passing is passing. What? I said it politely! Truly, there isn’t really good or bad blood between us, we run in very different circles. He’s adopted too, so I guess there’s something to be said for, uhhh, empathy and all that if we ever talk in the future.

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The Transfers

Transfer Student: Taken by HushedWhispers.
Transfer Student: DPL's character.
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The Freshmen

Freshman: | E V A L Y N . J O N E S | {Symbol}
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Freshman: | P O P P Y . D U C K W O R T H | {Symbol}
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The Outcasts

Outcast: | P H I L O M E N A . C O L E M A N | {Symbol}
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Outcast: | A L E X A N D E R . B R Y A N T | {Symbol}
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Outcast:
Outcast:

Jareth Michael Wells {Alternate Universe#3 Human Teen Version}

"Jar"

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║ Name ║

Jareth Michael Wells

║ Birthday & Age ║

March 13^th // Sixteen

║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║

Male, unexplored/in denial/closeted bisexual

║ Other Labels ║

City Boy. Emo. Foster Kid. Rebel. Stoner. Troubled.

║ Occupation ║

Dishwasher at The Diner. The owner lets him play metal and screamo in the back, as long as it isn’t so loud that the customers can hear it. It’s a pretty good deal.

║ Appearance ║

One of the first things people notice about Jareth is his hair, which has been dyed a thick, inky black since before he even arrived at Westworth; no one at the high school even knows what it’s natural color is. It is obvious that Jareth cares a lot about what his mane looks like, as it is always blow-dried to a fluffy, soft texture, and then flat-ironed to perfection. The ebony fringe sits just above his black-rimmed silvery blue eyes, mostly out of his sight, but sometimes it covers his left eye when it is in need of a trim. These raven locks curtain a forehead that he himself considers to be too big for your average human and, like his natural hair color, few people have ever seen it.

A second notable - oftentimes jarring - bodily feature of Jareth is his physique. The sixteen year-old boy stands at a short five-foot-seven and weighs only around 120 pounds soaking wet. Jareth is thin…like, ‘holy shit does this kid even eat? … is he okay?!’ levels of thin. The answer to these questions is: yes, he does eat and, yes, he is actually very physically healthy. Jareth has always been small, falling behind his peers on both the average height and weight charts all throughout his childhood. These days he has more or less caught up to his classmates in height, but the combination of his vegetarian diet, love of morning runs, and natural metabolism keeps him impressively lean.

A final noteworthy point, perhaps the most prominent in a small town like Westworth, is Jareth’s look. In a sea of baggy blue jeans, flannel, and leather work boots, Jar sticks out more than a scarecrow in the fields. He is one of the few males in school with piercings: ¾ wooden gauges in both ears, a steel 14g ring in his left nostril, and steel spider bite-style rings set to the right side of his bottom lip. Jareth got the twin lip piercings freshman year and the rings have since chipped his right lateral incisor slightly, which does little to mar his beaming white smile on the rare occasions that he chooses to flash it. It isn’t that Jareth is constantly scowling, exactly, but he does always seem to be a little caught up in his thoughts, or sad… or just lost?

Staple clothing items in Jareth’s closet include painfully tight skinny jeans - often adorned with belts and chains that make it so you can always hear Jareth coming before you see him, and jackets - army style, canvas, or leather (fake, of course), sometimes even a combination. This is partially a style choice, but mostly a practical necessity, because he is always freezing. Only in the most roasting days of the summer will you catch Jareth wearing anything less than a dark long sleeved tee, at least. In addition to clothing, Jareth sports some rather unusual accessories, including multiple layered necklaces of varying lengths, which he switches out daily. Some are chains and others black cords, a few have pendants like a fake bullet, a dull-edged razor blade, or ironically worn crosses and rosaries. Lastly - but most important to Jareth - is a collection of multicolored bracelets that take up about 3 inches of his right wrist. The dingy strips of fabric, braided string, and beads were made for him by other kids in the Denver Children’s Home, his pre teenaged friends, and the bracelets hold deep sentimental value to Jareth. They will continue to remain on his wrist for as long as they will fit.

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"The crazier the kid, the tighter his pants.
Yeah, I'll start a revolution bringing Gothic back,
Got them marching like an army wearing black-on-black"

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║ Personality ║

The Positive:

• Creative
• Goofy
• Loyal

The Negative:

• Egocentric
• Reserved
• Insubordinate

What You See:
It is easy to look at someone like Jareth and think that you know what they are like. At face value, he appears to be your average burnout stereotype, and in some ways he is. He smokes a lot of pot, lives for creating art and playing his guitar, and doesn’t seem to care about much else but living in the now. Jareth has never excelled in school, he scrapes by with average C grades and the occasional B if he finds the subject interesting enough. He maintains a healthy social life and fills his free time with parties, bonfires, camping trips in the woods, floating in the summertime, and boarding in the winter. At times he can be a little immature and wild, like he is trying to live out a happy childhood and his teenage years all at once… because, he kind of is, now that he has the ability to. Jar has a small group of tight friendships, a wide group of friendly acquaintances, and just a few people that he very obviously does not get along with. He doesn’t mind that people see him as violent, rebellious, or troubled, in fact, he encourages the ‘bad boy’ reputation he’s built up - it’s sexy, right?

What I Know:
Most of what you see? It’s a front - a finely crafted facade to cover a crumbling, unsteady foundation. Jareth has issues, a lot of them. Growing up in the children’s home and failed foster care accrued Jareth a laundry list of mental afflictions. Some, like the night terrors, dissolved in time. Others, like the depression, anxiety, and ODD, they require lifelong medication and therapy to cope with. Perhaps they too will go away, in time, at least the ODD is starting to. Currently, Jareth has found that a mix of SSRIs, music, sweet Colorado green, and required bi-weekly sessions to ‘talk about it’ is pretty much working for him. Surprisingly enough, he’s feeling more emotionally and mentally stable than he ever has. Though, if you ask him, he’ll still says this place is hell. Literal hell.

Those closest to Jareth know some of his story, but nobody knows absolutely everything. He keeps it hidden, locked inside as much as he can, afraid of driving people away with his burdens. He wants to be happy, to surround himself with lifelong friendships and to find real love, but he’s also scared. It’s not so much the friendships that are terrifying, but the love part. His twin fears of commitment and, ultimately, abandonment keep him from ever getting too attached to romantic partners. This is also the reason he chafes against his foster parents so much... if he dislikes them, it won’t hurt as much when they decide that they don’t want him anymore. Though, now that he is seventeen and mostly on track to graduate next year, these fears aren’t really holding up as much. The only one standing in the way of his own happiness is himself, and he is starting to see that.

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"The best music happens when you have a personal connection to it. That same philosophy can extend to the instrument you hold in your hands: if a guitar means something special, you're bound to do great things with it." - Frank Iero

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║ My Dreams ║

More than anything in the world, Jareth wants to make music. He can play the piano, guitar, sing, and keep a beat on a drumset. Right now it’s just a solo thing, he’s learning as much as he can, improving his craft and expressing himself. He’s singing and playing while alone. He’s singing and playing with friends. He’s singing and playing because he can’t not be singing and playing. But, someday he hopes to make a living doing what he is most passionate about - to join a band, or start one, but he definitely needs to get the fuck out of here!

║ Fears ║

☠ Commitment
☠ Not making it in the music industry
☠ Abandonment

║ Likes ║

✔ Music - making it and listening to it. Always.
✔ Art - especially reading and drawing comics
✔ Tattoos & Piercings - alternative fashion in general.
✔ Morning Runs
✔ Bonfires
✔ Parties
✔ Being drunk
✔ Getting high

║ Dislikes ║

✘ Animal cruelty
✘ Rednecks
✘ Corrupt government and politics
✘ His foster parents
✘ His biological parents
✘ Sports - the organized kind, gym class is still fun
✘ Homophobia

║ Brief History ║

Jareth was born to a drug addict groupie and some mystery musician. His teenaged birth mother gave him up for adoption immediately upon giving birth and, to this day, he hasn’t actually met her. It wasn’t one of those happy adoptions either, as his first set of ‘parents’ didn’t work out and, as such, he wound up in the foster care system. This lack of unconditional parental love or stability lead to behavioral problems throughout his childhood, which made finding a forever home all the more difficult. Jareth bounced from home to home - some families were too soft and kind to handle a ‘troubled kid’, and others were just plain abusive. All in all, he had a total of six failed placement homes.

When Brian and Charlotte McKinney stepped foot in the home, Jar had unknowingly met his match. The McKinney’s couldn’t have child of their own, so they sought out adoption facilities in nearby cities. When they arrived at the Denver Children’s Home, they were sure they would finally find a child to bring home… what they didn’t expect was for it to be a moody pre teen boy. Charlotte was and is a registered nurse, and Brian works as a correctional officer, both commute to Littleton and choose to live in Westworth because it is quaint and close to Char’s family. Charlotte’s professional background makes her empathetic, and Brian, well Brian is just a real fucking hard ass. Together, they wound up being the parents that Jareth needed - not the ones that he wanted, but the ones he needed, and still needs.

Jareth entered the Westworth seventh grade in January, already half way through the school year. He was the shiny new thing in one dull ass town, and the students were talking about his arrival before he even stepped foot in the doors. All elbows and knees (even more so then than he is now), with his unique style and long dyed hair, he was an immediate target for the redneck bully crowd. One towering giant - seriously, he was huge, and Jareth was pretty sure he didn’t belong in middle school, either - approached him on his first day and gave him a less than subtle once over. “Are you wearing makeup, City Boy?” he had said, laughing and encouraging his buddies to join in on the fun. Jar had been through this before, the whole new kid hazing process; Now was a defining moment, it was the first impression that would shape his reputation for the duration of his stay at Westworth, however short that might be. So, Jareth unapologetically looked the kid dead in the eyes, glaring in eerie silence, and then brushed past to walk by. “And bracelets too? Hey, don’t walk away from me, faggot!” he said and grabbed at his wrist.

That was it, like a switch flipped in Jareth’s brain from passive to aggressive in 0.2 seconds. Jar whirled around and clipped the kid hard in his jaw. His surprise was obvious, that a scrawny runt like this would even dare, but Jareth used this to his advantage and laid in with a second and third punch to a cheek and eye. A crowd of onlookers quickly gathered. When his fists weren’t doing the damage he saw fit, Jareth reeled back and actually headbutted him right in the nose, it was savage. Blood poured from the homophobe’s nose and Jareth was left dazed with an angry red mark on his forehead. In this daze he felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back from the bleeding kid. Jareth violently turned towards the source of touch and the blonde boy flinched and stepped back. Jar sneered something along the lines of back the fuck off before pushing his way through the crowd and towards the exit.

And so, Jareth made himself known at Westworth by getting nearly a week of out of school suspension on his first day and telling his now best friend to ‘fuck off’. Apparently, that wasn’t enough to scare little Remy. When Jareth arrived back at school the following week, most students gave him a wide berth in halls, although they never stopped their gossipy whispers. Remy, though, he hopped right up to Jareth - literally, it was like the kid had springs in his shoes - and asked him if he was okay. This was a weird question because, well, he wasn’t really the loser of that scuffle. The energetic blonde became Jareth’s unrequested, self-appointed guide to life in Westworth. It was through him that Jareth met his closest friends and found as much of a niche as he could for himself in this tiny town. He even convinced him to join the school band, fucking marching band. But it’s not so bad, life is good now, and getting better.

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║ Extra Curricular Activities & Sports ║

Percussionist in the marching band.
“Yes, that’s it. That’s quite enough school spirit for me, thank you!”

║ Reputation ║

Jareth is still known as the new transfer kid from the city… even though it’s been four years. His violent outburst in 7th grade keeps kids from messing with him, thinking that it’s best not to fuck with crazy. It's also pretty much agreed that when it comes to Westworth musicians, Jareth is the best around, often playing acoustic at local parties and events.

║ Best subjects, Worst subjects ║

Mediocre at most subjects for lack of effort and interest, good at art and music, horrid at math and chemistry.

║ Extra information ║

⚡️ Jar fiddles with his lip rings when he’s nervous, or thinking, or drawing. Really, he does it a lot, which explains the chipped tooth.
⚡️ Has been a vegetarian since they showed that awful documentary on animals in the food industry in 9th grade biology.
⚡️ Knows how to play classical piano, semi self-taught back in the Home.
⚡️ Is a teenage boy that surprisingly isn’t into video games.
⚡️ Sometimes he has really wacky dreams and likes to recreate them in a form of drawn comics.
⚡️ Jareth and Mariah dated briefly in ninth grade and have remained close friends ever since.
⚡️ Remy is his best friend, hands down. The Best.

[Grimoire Gaming]

Therese and Jeanette Caper

Source

Therese Caper (left) and Jeanette Caper (right)

Age: Our last sunrise was two lifetimes ago

Gender: Both Females

Bio:

Therese is the eldest sister of the pair, born to your average family at the time, and both raised by their single father after their mother passed away. Much to everyone’s disbelief, Therese and Jeanette did get along at one point, when they were little girls, but this was only because their father didn’t allow Therese out much, stating that she would get hurt in the outside world. Jeanette was the only one who was there for Therese, and together they would create their own fantasy world which they would rule over, they never knew how similar their future reality would come to this fantasy.

Therese and Jeanette’s father was an abusive man, even going so far as to frequently molest Therese. Jeanette hated him for what he did to Therese, and how he made her feel, so she began to act out, commit crimes, sleep around, forever the problem child. Therese, however, felt a twisted version of love for her abuser, and even got jealous if he showed affection towards others. When they were teenagers, their father died. The story of how he died differs depending on which sister you ask. According to Therese, their father committed suicide because Jeanette was such a bad daughter, and she tormented their father with her promiscuity. Jeanette, however, says that their daddy came home drunk one night and mistook her for Therese, beginning to molest her instead. Therese caught them together, and in a jealous fit, she shot him with one of his own hunting rifles.

Regardless of what actually happened that night, the police put orphaned Jeanette and Therese in a mental institution, where they remained until young adulthood. Therese managed to escape with the help of her mysterious vampire sire, and the first thing she did with this newfound life was find Jeanette and embrace(pretty word for turn her into a vampire) her so she could be free as well.

Therese rose to power by being a very successful business woman. Jeanette just trailed alongside her sister, doing her own thing, and not really lusting for power. After the murder of the Capers’ previous Baron, Therese became the Baroness of New York City in his place. Her base of operations and primary business source is The Asylum, a gothic nightclub in her barony. Therese runs the finances and business side of things, while Jeanette lures in patrons for the club and keeps the party going all through the night. (Source)

Personality:

Therese

Therese is very intelligent, arrogant, ruthless and cunning, with a superb mind for business. She isn’t entire awful, however, as she genuinely cares for Jeanette, and believes she is responsible for her survival as a vampire. Therese is something of a prude, pious and chaste, and is disgusted by the thought of her sister having sex with mortals, or even other vampires for that matter. As a Malkavian, Therese suffers from obsessive compulsions, being insanely preoccupied with cleanliness and order.

Jeanette

Jeanette is highly promiscuous, and takes many lovers, humans included. She is very needy in most things, using a mixture of her childish nature and potent sexuality to get whatever she wants out of unlife. Jeanette will often mock her older sister for her piousness and snobbery. Others see Jeanette as spontaneous, friendly, fun to talk to, and firecracker of a personality, albeit a touch annoying at times. As a Malkavian, Jeanette suffers from hypersexual nymphomania, although if you ask her, it really isn’t ‘suffering’.

Other:

Malkavian Curse:
Jeanette and Therese are of a Malkavian vampire bloodline, this means that their sire, and any new vampires that they choose to sire, will also be of Malkavian blood. Malkavians are known by many to be cursed with some form of irredeemable insanity and paranoia. Malkavians, however, see this curse as a special blessing, a gift of insight, even. Throughout history, Malkavians have been the seers and oracles of vampire clans, bound by strange compulsions and insight. Another common indicator of Malkavian bloodline is heterochromia, which both sisters have. (Source)

***OOC Knowledge: Therese Suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder, Jeanette and Therese are strong personalities that act so separately that almost all people believe they are actually two different people.

[Grimoire Gaming]

Peridot Hayashi

Name: Peridot ‘Peri’ Hayashi
Age: 54 (embraced at age 20 in 1983)
Gender: Female
Appearance:


Generation: 12th
Clan: Toreador
Disciplines: Auspex, Celerity, Presence

History: Peridot is a second generation Japanese-American, born in the summer of 1963. The Hayashi’s moved to the states with little to nothing and built their family wealth through good old fashioned hard work. Peridot’s parents wanted the best for their little girl and pushed for her to participate in as many extra-curricular activities as she could, on top of keeping high marks in school. Peri took a particular liking to martial arts and dance. As a teenager, Peridot combined her two passions in her recitals, dancing with weapons as if she were in an elegant battle on the stage. It was during one such show that Peri caught the eye of her Toreador sire. Toreadors are known for their obsessions with beauty and art, and her sire was no different, insisting Peri’s instructor that he must meet the ‘Asian dancer’.

Peridot was 19 years old when Roman first started attending her shows. At first, his attention put her off, but eventually they grew to become quite close. Roman would request that she dance for him and him alone, little did she know that his use of presence left her no choice but to entertain him, despite her lack of interest in men. Eventually, Roman offered her a gift: admission to his ‘family’ that was always recruiting young talent. Reluctantly, Peri agreed to her own embrace, not realizing that this change would cause her to sever ties with her family to uphold the masquerade.

The loss of her connection to her parents and siblings left Peri feeling empty for many years, but she eventually took to being a Toreador like a horse to water. Torries like to keep close to the human world, and as such, Peri kept dancing and even opened up a school to instruct young humans in the art. And Roman, well, Roman quickly grew bored of his childe and moved onto another pretty thing a few years after embracing Peridot. Peri harbors no ill will towards him, however, as that is just the Toreador way.

With a background in martial arts, Peridot has been able to easily defend herself against supernatural aggressors and makes good use of auspex and celerity while fighting primarily with a katana. Despite her young age and generation, Peridot’s skills were noticed by the higher ranking Toreadors and propelled her into becoming one of the Agents of Cranston.

Personality: Like most Torries, Peridot is lovely and seductive, but a slave to her artistic vision, feeling like she can never truly perfect her dancing (a word that she also uses to describe her sword fighting). Peri is easily distracted by beauty, be it in art or in a person, and although she was strictly a lesbian as a human, her embrace lead her to find beauty and love regardless of gender. Peridot walks a thin line in terms of humanity, one bad choice can send her into a frenzy, and one good choice has her feeling like a saint. One thing is for sure, though, don’t call her a Kuei-jin!

[Grimoire Gaming]

Lady Mohowauuck

Name: Lady Mohowauuck (Mo), also mistaken for the goddess Gaia/Gaea

Age: Looks like a fully-matured woman, around 30.

When you were turned: unknown, all she knows of life is being a vampire.

Clothes: Often seen in traditional Mohawk garb – a poncho-like tunic called an overdress and a wraparound skirt with shorter leggings.

Hair: A dark rich brown with forest green highlights throughout it, gathered in a long, loose braid that hangs down in front of her left shoulder and breast.

Eyes: Emerald green with swirls of cerulean blue.

Click for drawing of Lady Mo

Weapons: none

Powers:

- Mother Earth –
Mo can commune with the spirits of the flora around her. She speaks with the plants, and feels their joy and pain. It is in her nature to protect them, to fight for them against human destruction. They see her as a mother of sorts, and bend to her will. As she fights for them, they to, will fight for her. In short, Mohowauuck can commune with and control plants, including speeding up their growth and reproduction.

- Wild Shape –
Lady Mo is just as attuned to fauna as she is to flora. Mo can take on the shape of any animal found in the Northeastern forests of North America, as these are the homelands she was born to. (Wolf, bear, fox, etc…) Mohowauuck is most commonly seen in the form of a giant arctic white wolf, making her one of the only vampires to gain the respect of and sometimes even the following of the werewolves.

- Colors of the Wind –
Mohowauuck can channel her emotions into the forces of nature, sometimes without even realizing it. Where one’s sadness might be expressed in tears, Mo’s despair brings the clouds and rain. When Lady Mo is angered, the raging storms and blizzards can wreak havoc and destruction upon humanity.


-Spirit Speaker –
It is a common Native American belief that all living things have a spirit and a name. Lady Mo can sense the spirits of those around her, both the living and the dead. And should they choose to speak to her, she will always listen and maybe even respond to their needs.

Bio/Personality: Being an ageless immortal, Mohowauuck has a cold aloofness towards others. The only humans she has taken company with were the original peoples of the US, as they were the only humans she ever encountered with a true respect for the earth and religious relationship with nature. She fought alongside the natives in what is now NY that’s modern day tribe name shares a likeness to her own chosen name. Mohowauuck is the Algonkian word for man-eaters, as the enemy tribe often called the group of people she led in battle. As a vampire, she sired a few warriors in her fight against humanity, and their pension for partaking of their enemy’s blood in battle did not go unnoticed, apparently. Lady Mohowauuck wears the name with pride, as do her chosen people, who have simplified it to the Mohawks.

Lady Mo is fierce in battle, a combination of the forces of nature, a Mohawk warrior, and a savage beast. She does see herself as a goddess of sorts, a protector of the lands. She believes that being a vampire is superior to humanity, as the vile humans need a predator to limit their existence and their potential to destroy the Earth. As a self-proclaimed Mother Earth, she needs to protect her child the only way she knows how… to take down any enemy in her path.

[Grimoire Gaming]

Jace O'Brian

Jace O’Brian

Extras needed: Wears glasses

Age + birthday: 19 + March 5th

Birth Place: Florida, USA

Place/s grown up: Florida, USA

Living place now: Student Housing/Dormitories – no roommate, but plenty of people living on the same floor as him

Current job: College student – studying animation at the Art Institute of Fort Lauderdale

Family history: Jace comes from an upper middle class Irish-American family. Growing up, Jace wanted for nothing and had a lovely childhood, despite feeling like he was a little bit different from his friends and classmates. When Jace reached puberty, he finally came out as gay to his parents. Being the ‘religious’ family that they were, his parents were less than loving and supportive, but they didn’t go so far as to kick him out of the house or anything. They pay for his schooling and hope that he will soon ‘grow out of this phase’.

Relationship status + Sexuality: Forever Alone + Homosexual

Skills: Competitive video gamer, digital arts talent, and movie trivia

Weaknesses + Fears: Not at all athletic, in fact, he is quite thin + Suffers from undiagnosed depression, which he self medicates + Afraid of getting close to people

Biggest lifetime wish: To work for a game development company as an animator, or maybe do CGI for movies.

Baddest secret: When he first started realizing that he was gay and faced the rejection of coming out to the people he loved, Jace’s depression got really bad. He is no stranger to self-harm and even tried to commit suicide by taking a cocktail of pills. He woke up vomiting uncontrollably and it scared him enough to not try that again. His parents thought he had just been out drinking with friends and actually punished him for it. To this day, they still don’t know the truth.

Guilty Pleasure: Cuddling under blankets with a cup of cocoa and watching movies until the wee hours of the morning, pornography, and endless video gaming

JACE {{Renegades Version}}

JACE “CHIP” O’BRIAN

^{THE DORK ANTHEM • GAME OVER • WE DON’T HAVE TO DANCE}

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NAME }} Jace Theodore O’Brian. He goes by 'Gaymer' on the internet, after his well-known gamertag and username 'Gaymer1618'
CODENAME }} Chip - like a computer chip, not the snack, even though those are good too!
AGE }} 17, Birthday: March 5th
SPECIALTY }} Hacking

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^{{{ QUIET • BRAINY • IMPRESSIONABLE • COMPETITIVE • DELICATE }}}

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PERSONALITY }}

The first thing one thinks of when looking at Jace is ‘nerd’. It’s his stature, and the way he carries himself, but he truly does have an unquenchable thirst for knowledge that can be cut down into multiple sects of ‘geekiness.’ Terms like that might be intended as insults from his peers, but he deeply identifies with being intelligent and takes pride in his skills. He enjoys sharing what he knows, confident in his mastery of certain subjects, but prefers to design and execute a plan rather than spew facts that others might deem uninteresting. Unless, of course, it is movie trivia, be prepared to be thouroughly uninterested!

Jace is such a generally pleasant person that he appears to drift in and out of a daydream, but truthfully, he is constantly thinking. It may make him seem reclusive or reserved - which he is, to an extent - but he isn’t pensive or detached in the slightest. He’s often conducting full-fledged debates in his mind, but on paper or verbally, Jace is very friendly when fully realising these thoughts; when he’s particularly excited, the conversation can border on incoherence as he tries to explain a daisy-chain of logic or trivia or anything that pops into his mind. Oftentimes, he doesn’t ever reach a point, he will simply jump ship to a new topic altogether, expecting others to completely understand what he meant. They often don't.

What really holds him back, though, is his pervasive fear of failure. He is so prone to reassessing his own thoughts and theories, worried he’s missing something critical in his puzzle, that he can stagnate and get lost in a world of self-doubt. This world is nothing public, however. Jace is certainly not an actor by any means, but you’d think he was trained in the art by how secretive he is of his self-criticism. He is set on making others happy (probably to keep them from getting like him), and ensures none of his depressed episodes see the light of day. Jace is a silent sufferer, and goes to all ends to make sure it stays that way.

That said, he finds it easy to use warm, sensitive language just to get along with others. He’s not malicious in any way, although given the people he’s surrounded by constantly, you’d think he was a much more volatile individual. He takes great care of other people’s feelings, and expects the favor to be returned - sometimes that means giving him space for a while. Jace needs time to decompress after any overstimulation or lots of social interaction, so he withdraws himself from the public eye plenty. It’s for the best - he usually doesn’t even take care of himself. He’s passionate about what he cares about so much, working so hard to avoid the dark cloud of doubt always over his head, that he quickly gets exhausted and overstressed. This is when he generally turns to some form of distraction or self-medication in order to feel better. ^{{Special thanks to @foxygen for helping here ❤}}

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STRENGTHS }}

• .:CYBERPHILE:. Being a competitive gamer and all-around nerd, Jace is very skilled with computers and all things internet. At the age of 14, he successfully built his own rig that he has modified and customized into the absolute BEAST that it is today. In his spare time, he likes to read books about coding and cybersecurity and, as such, he has a firm grasp of how the technological world works, and exactly what he needs to do to hack it.
• .:AESTHETICIAN:. Jace really enjoys the digital art platform and the ability to technically recreate the beauty of the world. He loves designing websites for people and making graphics for all of his favorite things. Two years ago, he started drawing and painting digitally using a tablet, and has exhibited some considerable talent that he hopes to go to college to hone in on.
• .:CINEPHILE:. This kid LOVES movies. Directors, actors, cinematography, you name it! Jace proudly boasts that he is the “Master of Useless Movie Trivia”. Go ahead, ask him about it, just make sure you’re comfortable first, because once he gets started he doesn’t let off the gas. This is one of the few things he actually feels comfortable talking to strangers and acquaintances about.

WEAKNESSES }}

• .:WIMP:. The boy is an absolute twig and completely unathletic in every way. He has never participated in any organized sport and was, very shamefully, the gym class zero in school. Seriously, if it came to a fight, a person could probably own him just by looking at him too strongly.
• .:BROKEN:. Jace suffers from undiagnosed depression that stems from the bullying he received growing up. Coming out to his parents, and their reaction to it, didn’t make things any better. Because he has never talked about it or actually seen a therapist, he self-medicates in whatever way he can find to feel better for the moment. It hardly ever works and is mostly harmful in some way or another.
• .:FOLLOWER:. If Jace decides that a person is safe enough to talk to, he can become a bit much. His incessant chattering can border on annoying and has often gotten him shunned from friend groups in the past. If he sees someone as a role model in any way, he is prone to changing parts of himself in order to better fit in with and be accepted by that person.

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HISTORY }}

Jace comes from an upper middle class Irish-American family. Growing up, the boy wanted for nothing and had a lovely childhood, despite feeling like he was a little bit different from his friends and classmates. Okay, so he was a lot a bit different from them, but still, there was a time when he was quite happy. He kept excellent grades and a tiny group of close friends throughout elementary school.

At the age of 13, Jace finally came out as gay to his parents. Being the ‘religious’ Catholics that they were, his parents were less than loving and supportive. Joseph and Eleanor didn’t go as far as to kick him out of the house or anything, but they still weren’t accepting. His parents constantly insisted that this was 'just a phase' that he would grow out of. There was that, and the affectionate reminders that being homosexual was a sin and he was destined to burn in hell if he 'chose' that lifestyle.

When Jace first started coming to terms with the fact that was, in fact, gay, and then subsequently faced the rejection of coming out to the people he loved most, his depression worsened. He is no stranger to self-harm and, when he was 15, he even tried to end his own life by taking a cocktail of pills that he found in the medicine cabinet. Jace woke up a few hours later vomiting uncontrollably, and it scared him enough to not try that again. His parents assumed he had just been out drinking with friends and actually punished him for it. To this day, they still don’t know the truth. Because of this, he distanced himself from them, and from other people that were close to him. He never officially dated a guy for fear of rejection, and instead focused on his technology, his artwork, on learning and growing as a person.

Jace dreamed of going to college after high school to study animation at an art institute. Because of the lack of familial support, he turned to hacking as a means to earn money and save up for putting himself through school. That’s how the whole criminal enterprise thing started for him. His means to escaping reality through learning about the computer world had turned into a small time hacking business, which then snowballed into involvement with Michaels' organization. Jace never thought he would be a criminal, but something about it got addicting… it was the pleasing people, mostly, and trying to impress his new crushesfriends with his skill set and false bravado. He had turned into someone unrecognizable in this short time with them. And now, he was running from it. Wasn’t that fitting, though? Jace has always been running.

OTHER }} I don’t understand the twenty one pilots meme thing because I’m old but I promise I read all of your rules. <3

Jace O’Brian {{Aces High Version}}

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♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ♠ ♡ ♢ ♣

"I love my family, but I don’t understand why they can’t just let me be how I am. I’m fine, really."

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║ Camper Name ║

Jace T. O’Brian

║ Birthday, Age, Gender ║

» 03/05
» 18
» Male

║ Address ║

9332 Nightingale Dr, Los Angeles, CA 90069

║ Allergies ║

Yes, shellfish.

║ Medications at Camp? ║

No.

║ Activity Restrictions? ║

Personally? Yes. Legitimately? No.

║ Emergency Contact ║

Eleanor O’Brian, Mother, 323-687-3218
Joseph O'Brian, Father, 323-687-3564
Cassandra O'Brian, Sister, 323-168-8971

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He told me that I need to change
Life is not a video game
So stop playing and open up your eyes

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║ Nicknames ║

Chip // Chipper // Puppy

║ Sexual Orientation & Relationship Status ║

Gay and dating the love of his life, 5 years strong

║ Appearance ║

With rounded cheeks, feathery hair, a warm smile, and soulful blue eyes, not a single feature of Jace is harsh. While not overly feminine, Jace is also not a very masculine boy; he is soft and still exploring his sense of style. As far as stature goes, Jace is average in all ways, measuring in at 5’11 and 150 pounds. The young man doesn’t eat all that much junk food, and he hardly ever participates in workouts of any sort, he is just hoping that his teenage metabolism keeps him looking decent for a while. His natural hair color is a blond that has darkened to nearly light brown over the years. Recently, with a little coaxing from Angel to just do it, Jace dyed his hair a vibrant red color. Speaking of Angel, his boyfriend (moreso his boyfriend’s sister) has done wonders in getting Jace to be more fashion forward. Left to his own devices, Jace would wear screen tees with memes and nerd references and either baggy jeans or sweatpants all the time. Now, Jace still prefers those things, but he is not averse to dressing up in preppy, stylish sweaters, button ups, scarves, and slim cut jeans and pants. When playing video games, or simply seeking comfort, Jace wears thick, black-rimmed glasses that were mostly trendy a few years ago, but not so much anymore. In public, he tends to wear contacts.

║ Personality ║

The Positive:
➕ Brainy
➕ Empathetic
➕ Cinephile
➕ Artistic

The Negative:
➖ Incredibly shy
➖ Delicate
➖ Melancholic (behind closed doors)
➖ Impressionable

More in depth:
.:NERD:. The first thing one thinks of when looking at Jace is ‘nerd’. It’s his stature, and the way he carries himself, but he truly does have an unquenchable thirst for knowledge that can be cut down into multiple sects of ‘geekiness.’ Terms like that might be intended as insults from his peers, but he deeply identifies with being intelligent and takes pride in his skills and prefers to design and execute a plan rather than spew facts that others might deem uninteresting. When he’s particularly excited, the conversation can border on incoherence as he tries to explain a daisy-chain of logic or trivia or anything that pops into his mind. Oftentimes, he doesn’t ever reach a point, he will simply jump ship to a new topic altogether, expecting others to completely understand what he meant. They often don't.

.:CYBERPHILE:. Being a competitive gamer {{ Chipperz }} and all-around nerd, Jace is very skilled with computers and all things internet. At the age of 12, he successfully built his own rig that he has modified and customized into the absolute BEAST that it is today. In his spare time, he likes to read books about coding and cybersecurity and, as such, he has a firm grasp of how the technological world works.

.:AESTHETICIAN:. Jace really enjoys the digital art platform and the ability to technically recreate the beauty of the world. He loves designing websites for people and making graphics for all of his favorite things. A few years ago, Jace started drawing and painting digitally using a tablet, and has exhibited some considerable talent that he is going college to hone in on, come this fall.

.:FOLLOWER:. If Jace decides that a person is safe enough to talk to, he can become a bit much. His incessant chattering can border on annoying and has often gotten him shunned from friend groups in the past. If he sees someone as a role model in any way, he is prone to changing parts of himself in order to better fit in with and be accepted by that person.

.:SELFLESS:. Jace is certainly not an actor by any means, but you’d think he was trained in the art by how secretive he is of his self-criticism. He is set on making others happy (probably to keep them from getting like him), and ensures none of his depressed episodes see the light of day. Jace is a silent sufferer, and goes to all ends to make sure it stays that way. That said, he finds it easy to use warm, sensitive language just to get along with others. He takes great care of other people’s feelings, without any expectation that the favor will be returned.

.:INTROVERT:. Jace needs time to decompress after any overstimulation or lots of social interaction, so he withdraws himself from the public eye plenty. It’s for the best - he usually doesn’t even take care of himself. He’s passionate about what he cares about so much, working so hard to avoid the dark cloud of doubt always over his head, that he quickly gets exhausted and overstressed. Quiet alone time with his computer and a mug of cocoa is ultimate nirvana.

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“It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps because I am afraid, and he gives me courage.” - Gandalf

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║ My Dreams ║

☀️ Work for a video game development company as an animator, or maybe do CGI for movies
☀️ Get married

║ Fears ║

☁️ Disappointing people
☁️ Losing Angel
☁️ Not being able to get a job after school

║ Likes ║

☑ Hot Cocoa
☑ Snuggling
☑ Fuzzy blankets, the soft cloudy kind
☑ Spending time with people one on one in person, or online
☑ Games {board, video, card, role-playing}
☑ Watching movies
☑ Art
☑ Dubstep and electronic music
☑ Alone time
☑ The internet

║ Dislikes ║

☒ Crowded places
☒ Parties
☒ Being pushed to do things
☒ Tight clothing
☒ Most physical activity
☒ Being the focus of attention
☒ Sudden surprises
☒ Being around loud people
☒ Public speaking
☒ Getting sunburns/being outside

║ Brief History ║

Jace comes from an upper middle class mixed Irish-Latin American family. Growing up, he wanted for nothing and had a lovely childhood, despite feeling like he was a little bit different from his friends and classmates. Okay, so he was a lot a bit different from them, but still, there was a time when he was quite happy. He kept excellent grades and a tiny group of close friends throughout elementary school.

At the age of 11, Jace came out as gay to his parents, he knew early on that he was - he’d never crushed on a girl. Being a rigidly traditional man, his father was less than loving and supportive, and was obviously disappointed in his only son. Jace’s mother, as mothers often are, was more sensitive and understanding of her youngest child. Joseph and Eleanor didn’t go as far as to kick him out of the house or anything, but they still weren’t as accepting as Jace had hoped for. His father constantly insisted that this was 'just a phase' that he would grow out of. The only person that new his secret before he came out - and was his supporting rock in the aftermath of coming out - was his bubbly older sister, Cassandra.

When Jace first started coming to terms with the fact that he was, in fact, gay, and then subsequently faced the rejection of coming out to his family, his depression worsened. He is no stranger to self-harm and, when he was 13, he even tried to end his own life by taking a cocktail of pills that he found in the medicine cabinet. Jace woke up a few hours later vomiting uncontrollably, and it scared him enough to not try that again. His parents assumed he had just been out drinking with those Beverly Hills High kids and actually punished him for it. To this day, they still don’t know the truth. Cassie does, Cassie knows everything… for better or for worse. Because of this, he distanced himself from his parents, and from other people that were close to him. He became a total loner and shut in. Jace never thought he would date a guy, because of his fear of more rejection. Much to his surprise, Jace met his soulmate in the most unlikely of places - a party - later that very year.

Jace has been accepted to Coleman University in San Diego, where he plans to live after graduating high school and study game development.

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║ Suit Assignment ║

♦

║ Do you want to be here? ║

“No! Cassie convinced our parents that I need more friends or I will ‘never make it through college’. So, here I am… at least not everyone will be total strangers.”

║ Extra information ║

Charlie McDonnell, 90EE90

[Grimoire Gaming]

Kiara

| Kiara | 19 | 1^st Year | Pansexual | Female |

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| A P P E A R A N C E |

Kiara’s most striking feature is her mane of bright cherry red waves. Her pale ivory skin is surprisingly freckle-free, sloping into a tiny button nose and smooth jawline. The faerie’s eyes are a mirror-like gray by default and frequently change colors to reflect her emotions, though a simple glamour can cover that if she chooses. KiKi stands at a petite 5 foot 2 inches and is fairly thin; some might even describe her as skeletal. Despite her waifish, human-like frame, the faerie is inhumanly strong, and an aura of menace surrounds her. In her true form, Kiara has leathery multicolored wings, sharply pointed canines and incisors, and gargoyle-like skin full of cracks and fissures that reveal a faint orange glow within. Her hair also magickally floats above her shoulders, hovering as if she were underwater.

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| P E R S O N A L I T Y |

Kiara isn’t your average Unseelie faerie and, although she feeds off of negative emotions in the usual way, she lives for celebration and revelry. Unless they are as troublesome as her, making friends has never been her strong suit. Finding lovers, however, has never been a difficult task. Kiara is strikingly attractive and worse yet, she knows that she is, using her looks to invoke both lust and envy - some of her favorite flavors! At a young 19 years, Kiki is but a child in terms of the average faerie lifespan. Although she hasn't physically matured much past this age of 18, and she won't appear aged for a long, long time.

Kiki has a lot to learn about both herself and the faerie world. She came to this school from Faerún - her home realm - in order to learn how to control her powers and better conceal herself using glamour. Currently, the use of glamour doesn’t come quite so easily, and her eyes will suddenly change color, or her wings will sprout out without her willing it. Once she learns to control her magicks completely, Kiki hopes to travel to the human realm to cause mischief and mayhem alongside some of her old friends from the Unseelie Court.

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| H O B B I E S |

~ Practicing elaborate make-up designs on herself and others ~
~ Painting, drawing, and most other fine arts ~
~ Studying herbology and potion-making with the witches ~

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| M I S C |

Kiara can fly, but is not very gracefully yet. The stoney faerie was born to a particularly powerful set of parents, her father being the grandson of Moriganne herself and her mother being a Seelie warrior who turned Solitary after falling for Cynbel. Kiara’s father, Cynbel, leads the Unseelie Army as Commander. Edana, Kiara’s mother, died giving birth to her first and only child - a common fate for the Unseelie mothers, as giving life goes against the Dark Court’s deadly nature. Cynbel was devastated by the loss of his mate and, because of this, his relationship with his daughter was distant and cold as he immersed himself in his passion for war and duties as the Commander, leaving Kiara to be raised by nobel guardians. As the youngest Unseelie Princess, and third in line for the throne, Kiara has some innate dark powers that she has yet to discover.

Familiar: Persephone

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[Grimoire Gaming]

Suriel Anne White

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^Angel

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Basic Information

| Name |

Dr. Suriel Anne White

| Date of Birth |

Suriel is essentially ageless and did not even feel the passing of time until their descension to Earth. Their medical license, however, lists a birth date of December 3rd, 1990.

| Gender |

Genderless in true form, androgynous biological female in human form.

| Sexuality |

Asexual (At least, that is what angels are supposed to be.)

| Occupation |

Medical Resident in the Neurosurgery Unit of Edgetoun Memorial Hospital

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| In-Depth Appearance |

Seven years ago, when Suriel first arrived, their hair fell chin-length in pale yellow curls. Now they wear it cropped short on the sides, longest on top, and platinum blond in color. Bright blue-green eyes stare in stark contrast to a perfect white complexion. As far as style goes, Suriel is just as likely to be seen wearing a suit and tie as a dress, it's whatever they prefer that day, really. They are always well-dressed for any occasion, as fashion has proved to be one of the more entertaining aspects of life on Earth. Not a single ounce of makeup has ever touched the angel’s face, making their pale features seem all the more ethereal. Their voice is an even tenor and they stand at a tall 183cm with a broad - yet relatively flat - chest, and a lithe frame.

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Dedicated ♦ Healer ♦ Compelling ♦ Enigmatic ♦ Susceptible ♦

Suriel was sent here with one goal: to heal the people. They have studied and worked tirelessly to accomplish this goal and eventually earn their place back in the heavens. Suriel was more than happy to be a student and seeks to continue learning about diseases of the mind and body. The human brain is of particular interest, hence Suriel’s residency specialization in neurosurgery.

Suriel believes that understanding is the first step towards truly helping a person. That being said, they are prone to judgement and, unfortunately, they tend to judge the sinner rather than the sin itself - a personal fault. This judgemental behavior is relatively recent, and possibly a form of psychological projection.

Since beginning their residency at the hospital, Suriel has had… feelings. First it was the handsome doctor in charge of cardiology, and then the pretty ginger nurse in pediatrics. Lustful thoughts and urges seeded themselves in their mind. Suriel has yet to act on them, and sees them for what they are: sin. Yet, the temptation is always there, and Suriel was loathe to see the primary remiges or their pure white wings turning grey the last time they were in true form.

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| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Reading, more so in the pursuit of knowledge than for pleasure
✔Sunlight
✔Flying to clear the mind
✔Quiet prayer
✔Human architecture
✔Bright colors
✔The arts
✘Sin
✘Ignorance
✘Demons
✘Death (especially among the unsaved)
✘Sickness
✘Citrus (the forbidden fruit was in fact not an apple)
✘Arrogance

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| History |

The Beginning
“1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.” Genesis 1:1-8

Long before Suriel came to Earth and took on an English surname, they watched the birth and growth of humanity under the Creator’s will. In the vastness of time and space that is the heavens, they also saw its death. And so was born their task: to heal the bodies and souls of the weak. The wayward children must be guided to the path of righteousness.

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| Family |

”An angel's family is as infinite as the heavens themselves, all of God’s children are my siblings.”

| Strengths |

• Highly intelligent and skilled doctor.
• Caring and charitable.
• Charismatic personality.

| Weaknesses |

• Judgemental
• Lustful
• Internally Conflicted

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The Other

| Theme Song |

Silhouette of a Life – 10 Years
<sub>”It's too late to take this back
Accidental excess

Now what's in store for a
Soul with premature wings that will never soar
For what they're made for

Why we wingless angels fall
We'll die if our wings don't grow at all.”</sub>

| House Number |

Churchill Gardens, 2A

| Extra Information |

In case it wasn’t made obvious in the personality section, Suriel is an angel threatened with becoming Fallen. They have not fallen yet, but once they indulge in their temptations, they inevitably will...

Suriel Anne White {Re-vamped}

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Dr. Suriel Anne White

𝗔𝗚𝗘
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Early 30’s. (Ageless)

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Seven years ago, when Suriel first arrived, their hair fell chin-length in soft yellow curls. Now they wear it cropped short on the sides, longest on top, and platinum blond in color. Bright blue-green eyes stare in stark contrast to a pale white complexion. As far as style goes, Suriel is just as likely to be seen wearing a suit and tie as they are a dress, it's whatever they prefer that day, really. They are always well-dressed for any occasion, as fashion has proved to be one of the more entertaining aspects of life on Earth. Not a single ounce of makeup has ever touched the angel’s face, making their pale features seem all the more ethereal. Their voice is an even tenor and they stand at a tall 183cm with a broad and relatively flat chest, and a lithe frame. Overall, their entire look lives and breathes androgyny.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Medical Resident in the Neurosurgery Unit of Edgetoun Memorial Hospital

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Angel — Suriel’s goal is to serve, assist, and enrich humanity with their specific Duty being healing.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Suriel was sent here with one goal: to be a healer of the people. They have studied and worked tirelessly to accomplish this goal and hope to eventually earn their way back to their golden home. Suriel was more than happy to be a diligent student and seeks to continue learning about diseases of the mind and body. The human brain is of particular interest, hence Suriel’s residency specialization in neurosurgery. Suriel believes that understanding is the first step towards truly helping a person. That being said, they are prone to judgement and, unfortunately, they tend to judge the sinner rather than the sin itself — which is a self-recognized personal fault. This judgemental behavior is relatively recent, and possibly a form of psychological projection.

Since beginning their residency at the hospital, Suriel has had… feelings. First, it was the handsome doctor in charge of cardiology, and then it was the pretty ginger nurse in pediatrics. Lustful thoughts and urges seeded themselves in their mind. Suriel has yet to act on them, and sees them for what they are: sin. Yet, the temptation is always there, and staying on the righteous path gets harder every day.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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The Beginning
“¹ In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. ² Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

³ And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. ⁴ God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. ⁵ God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.”
— Genesis 1:1-8

Long before Suriel came to Earth and took on an English surname, they watched the birth and growth of humanity under the will of Creation. In the vastness of time and space that is the golden city, they also saw the death of man. And so was born their task: to heal the bodies and souls of the broken. The wayward children must be guided to the path of righteousness.

Suriel was one of the few angels to land as a full-grown adult. They had to become a legitimate person, so they followed their vague clairvoyant visions, which lead to a person who could help them become a bonafide citizen. Bending the law served the greater good in working towards their Duty, so Suriel was willing to look the other way in this instance. Suriel enrolled in university, where they studied pre-medicine, and then went on to study medicine further, with specializations in psychology and neurology. They obtained their medical doctorate and are currently serving as a resident in the neurosurgery unit of Edgetoun Memorial Hospital.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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EDGETOUN MEMORIAL HOSPITAL — Suriel spends more time in their workplace than they do in any other place, including their own apartment. Though they work well over the standard forty hours a week, Suriel does not tire of their work. This is their calling and their purpose. EMH is the largest hospital in the area and it is exceedingly average in terms of funding for medical devices and machinery.

GRANDVILLE — The angel loves a good read, whether it be for work, or for pleasure. Discovering hidden gems in the old pages and enjoying the cozy atmosphere is a favored pastime in the rare instances that Suriel has a few moments of free time.

PROSPECT PARK — Taking a stroll through this glorious area of reclaimed natural beauty is refreshing. Suriel frequents this area mostly because it is located on the walk between their apartment and the nearest underground station to travel to work.

OUR MOTHER OF MERCY — When Suriel is not working, sleeping, eating, or spending a few hours to themself to rest, they are donating their time to charity. Suriel often volunteers in the soup kitchen at Mercy and assists in comforting and caring for the lost and downtrodden souls that find their way to this quiet place of sanctuary. Our Mother of Mercy also serves as a full time Anglican church, which Suriel attends the services of every Sunday morning.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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Potential IC Roommate & Close Friend TBA
IC Relations TBA
No family to speak of.
No notable NPCs yet.

[Grimoire Gaming]

Loki “Low Key” Van Stenberg

Loki
^Vampire

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Basic Information

| Name |

Loki Van Stenberg
The former name he was born with, kind of, the latter was chosen most recently because he liked the dramatic flair. He moves around a lot, mostly keeping to Europe, and changes his name with every move.
Aliases/Nicknames include: Low Key, Kingpin, and the Trickster

| Date of Birth |

Born to a Vikingar couple in the Summer of 830, give or take a few decades. His most current falsified documentation lists July 13th, 1992, though.

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Primarily heterosexual, though living as long as he has, he’s dabbled elsewhere to spice things up.

| Occupation |

Legal Profession? He is a Senior Chemist at the research lab in Redbridge, earned a bonafide PhD and everything! He has a passion for the sciences. Having a well-paying job like this makes for a good cover on how he really got the fancy cars and mansion up on Avalon Point.

Real Profession? Loki runs the London underground. Narcotics, hallucinogens, uppers, downers, you name it! If it exists, Low Key has a man running the stuff on the streets. And the Kingpin doesn’t just cater to the humans, hell no, he’s got the stuff to get the Sups just as fucked up. He has just plain ol’ blood too, for those too morally weak to do their own hunting, but willing enough to look the other way on how said blood was obtained in the first place. Loki’s real pride and joy, though, is O-neg. Being a vampire scientist with unlimited access to state-of-the-art laboratory equipment, Loki figured out a way to genetically and chemically alter human blood so that it gives vampires the effect of being high - a previously unattainable state for vampires, aside from the very mild effects one could gain from tainted blood. Pressed into tiny red tablets emblazoned with an ‘O’, O-neg does different things for different vamps; For some it feels like ecstasy, some just pot, and some experience hallucinations like with acid. O-neg could take you all the way up to the clouds, and then promptly let you crash through the floorboards. It’s the real deal, and when you’re working with vampire lifespans and immunities, what the hell else do you have to do with your time? Come on, you know you want to try it...

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| In-Depth Appearance |

Devilishly handsome, is that enough? No? Okay then. With soulful blue eyes and a tidy crop of chestnut curls, one might almost be convinced that Loki is innocent. But that ever present five o’clock shadow and crooked smirk betray that he is up to absolutely no good, just like the god he was named for. He stands at 5’11” with a toned and muscular build, but not overly so.

Appearances are of utmost importance to the viking - old habits die hard, I guess - and as such, he is hardly ever seen without at least a two piece suit, or a lab coat, if he’s working. Scars? Aye, he got a few of them raiding and trading his way across the Scandinavian homelands back in his human years, but most are easily hidden by his apparel.

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Flirtatious ♦ Manipulative ♦ Logical ♦ Hot-headed ♦

Loki is double-edged sword, simply put. Listening to him talk is easy, a trait that made him a good college professor in his past lives. He is very intelligent and tells some of the best stories you’ve ever heard - who knows how true some of them are, though. And, hell, he could charm the pants off of just about anyone; Can, and has, most likely. Even with boatloads of charisma, he can be quite the egotistical dick sometimes. It is glaringly obvious that his own favorite person is, indeed, himself. And though vikings are known for having treated most people relatively equally long before it was the popular opinion, Loki can come off as a bit of a chauvinist. But hey, nobody’s perfect, and that’s something the Trickster never strived to be. If you can sand down those abrasive, crusty edges, you’ll find a real softy inside Loki. He just wants what everyone else wants: to have people truly care about him.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔A thick, hoppy brew
✔Having drinks with his best mates
✔Getting high, but only occasionally
✔Living in luxury
✔Blondes
✔Gingers too
✔Learning other languages
✔Calling women luv and doll, regardless of how well he knows them
✔Himself

✘Mead, Drink of the Gods or not, the shit tastes like candied piss
✘The French… no real reason why there
✘Unkempt people
✘Religion, as a vampire and as a scientist
✘The telly
✘People who can’t keep secrets
✘Humans, most of the time
✘That hideous mockery Marvel has made of his namesake

| History |

This section could go on for pages, but brevity is in fact the soul of wit. Flóki Björnsson was born to a jarl and his wife in 9th century in the lands now known as Sweden. Growing up in the Vikingar lifestyle was as much as one might expect: tough, violent, bloody, but also noble, adventurous, and enriching. Vikingar ideals make up a lot of who Loki is today, and don’t believe all the clichés and stereotypes you hear about the Vikings, they aren’t the savages history books paint them to be. Flóki’s human life ended in a brutal battle across the sea in what is now Poland. It was a warriors death that would make his father proud, and earn his place in the halls of Valhalla, or Fólkvangr, he wasn’t picky. At least, that wouldn’t have been the case, if he hadn’t woken up after, bloodied in a field among his fallen brothers and sisters with a burning thirst in his throat unlike any he’d ever known. Naturally, he went on to murder the nearest living, breathing thing… or ten. And the rest, they say, is history!

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In modern times, Loki makes his mark by finding new ways to turn heads in different locations around the world. Every few years, mostly when people might start to question why he isn’t aging, Loki moves and takes on a new name and identity. He takes his business and the money it makes with him, of course, and though his legal surname changes, his aliases remain, as does his first name. Low Key is not fond of the mass outing of the supernaturals, preferring to keep his nature like his business, underground. Nothing good can come of the humans knowing about the Others, not that he feared them. No, they were a fickle race that was likely to bring about their own demise just to get there point across… and that would make finding a good meal a hell of a lot harder.

| Family |

Jarl Björn, father, died in battle.
Jarl Ragna, mother, died shortly after, giving birth to Loki’s sister.
Frida Björnsson, sister, unknown…

| Strengths |

• The quintessential businessman
• Quick thinker, and often correct in that thinking
• With age comes wisdom

| Weaknesses |

• Flounders when not in absolute control of a situation.
• Acute paranoia, well, maybe not so acute.
• Prone to violent outbursts when pushed too far.

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The Other

| Theme Songs |

The Dope Show – Marilyn Manson
_{”The drugs they say make us feel so hollow
We love in vain, narcissistic and so shallow
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There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind”}

| House Number |

36 Avalon Point

| Extra Information |

Want to know more? I guess you have to come figure that out.

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Loki’s Little Black Book

Loki Van Stenberg

Blake Preston
"Ahh, the Youtuber. I suppose it’s a good a way as any for a pretty girl to make a penny."

I like blondes, but tend to keep away from the human ones… especially when they can’t keep their noses out of business that clearly isn’t any of theirs. Her interest are apt to get killed one day, not that I care.

Daniel Belson
"Now this one is a real master of his craft. I’ve spent many a night with my mates whilst he tended bar."

Seems like a decent bloke. I don’t know him well, but I’ve always enjoyed the company of demons. Plus, I think he’s one of the few men in this city that could match me in a drinking contest.

Alistair Queen
"What good is a King without a Queen?"

Handsome, well-dressed, ambitious… hell, it’s basically like looking in a mirror. What can I say? He’s my best mate, and has been for a few lifetimes. He runs things above ground while I, well, he’s the only one outside of my force that knows what I really do.

Mariska Costas
"Does someone smell… fish?"

Jokes aside, I don’t have much to say about this one. She has a nice enough voice, good background music when drinkin’ at the pub.

Nikita Yankovsky
"Wonder why she traded in the fuzzy cuffs for real ones..."

Yeah, I don’t like cops. Three guesses as to why. She seems like one of the better ones though, probably smokes pot on her days off. While she isn’t really my type, I’d be up for a little roleplay session. “I’ve been a real bad boy, Officer!”

Mordred Hame
"Great talent, but what is with that hair?"

Another demon, yeah, this city is crawling with them - most are, what better places to rustle up some chaos? Viking Metal is my genre of choice, naturally, and Cloak of Shame is among the best metal bands London has to offer.

John Taylor
"Again with the hair, I don’t get it."

He did my latest tattoo, the eagle on my shoulder here. Great work, in all honesty. I’ll definitely be going back to him for my next piece.

Eve Lumière
"Uggh, the French. Don’t get me started."

That accent almost makes the drinks taste bad. Drop dead gorgeous though, so it’s always worth the visit. I wonder what she’s like in bed, hopefully quiet.

Catharine Reid
"Girl knows how to run a business, I can appreciate that."

The vampires in this city pretty much all know of each other. I like her spicy personality, should get to know her even better. I’m sure we’d be chums in no time.

Opallum
"Untapped potential, what a shame."

I’ve had my eye on this one. Many of my men went from rags to riches under my employ. Hopefully he’ll accept my offer, I always have use for a man who knows his way around the streets. Plus, I know he has junkie friends.

Andrew Mordekai
"He makes a real strong, HOT cuppa!"

Blood, Booze, and Tea. Those are the beverages of choice listed in order of importance. Mr. Mordekai makes takes care of the third every morning before I head to the lab. The real lab, in Redbridge. Just to clarify...

Suriel White
"What the fuck is that?"

Listen, I’m all for doing whoever you please. But the kids these days with their LGBTXYZ alphabet-soup personalities! Honestly, is that a man? A woman? Don’t confuse me like that, mate! I don’t want to have to guess about what’s in your trousers...

Miles Catrose
"He’s a local hairstylist. He gave me a cut once, I won’t be hurrying back any time soon."

Not because he wasn’t good, no. Faeries just smell like pudding. Delicious… irresistible pudding. I’m glad I didn’t fang out and devour him then, that would have totally blown my cover. I’m not looking to pack up and change my name again, London suits me. I keep my distance from this kid for both our sakes, even though one of my men is his dealer.

Yukiko Abe
"I saw her at the shop where I got my ink. She’s one of the other artists… I think she owns the place too."

That isn’t all I know about her. Alistair told me about her. She is playing Mum to London’s Youngest Vampiress. Too cute.

Mona
"Looks… familiar."

Though, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting this one.

Faron Romane
"That shop he works at screams witchcraft, I’m surprised the bigots haven’t torched it."

Pothead kids are a dime a dozen around here, but I can’t complain. Business such as his pays from my morning cuppa from Andrew, every little bit counts!

Nicolas Black
"Good Afternoon, Detective Black." *cue devilish smirk*

A cop and a werewolf. I’ll keep my distance, wouldn’t want him shedding on my new Kiton… or sniffing about my rear.

Maggie Spencer-Adyemi
"She works at the plant nursery where I bought those succulents over there." *gestures to cacti*

I don’t know much else about her. Smells human, but possibly a witch. You get a keen eye for picking things like that out when you’re this old.

Megumi
"That’s Ali’s ward… Kids aren’t really my thing."

That’s a lie. I think she’s adorable… but definately creepy. It’s hard to believe that she’s as old as she is, with the bouncing around and primary school bit. She definitely livens up Alistair’s cliché abode, though… well, I’m not sure livens up is the right phrase, given that neither of them are really alive.

Stefani Roche
"Looks familiar… ahh, yes! She was the receptionist at the tattoo parlor."

There she is, London’s Youngest Vampiress. Pretty as a peach, she is. Alistair gave her a few pointers on “Vamp life”. I wouldn’t mind giving her a pointer or two myself. In due time...

Ari Amari
"Ari’s another close mate of mine."

I met the Sphinx when he moved in a few blocks down. He’s one of my best paying customers, though he doesn’t know that he is essentially buying the stuff from me. What can I say? Anonymity is everything to me and, though he’s always fun to party with, I don’t know that I can trust him just yet - especially if the blimey bastard think the Egyptian gods are better than the Norse, that’s some fine coke yer snortin’, mate!

Katharine Haynes
"Hmmm..."

Is that the girl who works with Andrew? Or is she from the other shop… I can’t remember.

Felix Underwood
"I’ve seen her at the library on occasion."

Judging from the pentagram jewelry and thick cloud of incense about her, I’m pegging this one as a witch too. That, or she’s a human wannabe witch. I don’t know what would be worse...

Elise Callaghan
*Hums one of her compositions*

What can I say? Classical music is the only vampire cliché I indulge. Okay… maybe it’s not the only one. That’s, that’s beside the point! She’s lovely. A bit curious that she doesn’t speak, what’s that about? Maybe it’s just part of her stage persona...

Claire O'Malley
"This one is Irish, I’m guessing."

I don’t know her well, I’ve just seen her and all her freckles at the grocery store once or twice.

Barachiel Alexander Eamon
"Ugh, what an awful suit… he must have gotten it from a charity bin."

I don’t know him other otherwise. Gods, man, were you even trying to look good?

Ethan Cooper
"..."

This stranger is surprisingly attractive.

Alfie Liau
"Oh, Alfie! I like Alfie."

Some vampires are just a hoot to be around, and he’s one of them. I’ve never seen him mope about what he is, unlike most ‘monsters’, and I adore his “grab life by the balls” attitude. I’m glad we’re neighbors, and friends.

Astrid Kitchener
"She works at that bistro nearby."

I’d rather make a meal of her than be served one by her. Very pretty girl, woefully human.

Michael Elior Harel
"Stopped in his Record shop once before… piss poor selection."

That’s not true. I’m just not a fan of “God’s warriors”. I miss the days of old, when the gods displayed their power and might by walking among men. Angels are nothing but egotistical pricks.

Aila Atleo
"I don’t know her, sorry."

What? I’m not lying, I really don’t know her. Should I?

Emerson Maddox
"Can’t trust a lawyer...."

He’s too young and far too cocky to be a good lawyer. And no, I’m not anti-lawyer by any means. In my line of work, you need to have a few friends that know their way through and around the law. How do you think I get my fake papers every few years? Maybe if I get arrested locally and need help in a pinch - which could happen, admittedly - I’ll use my phone call to ring him. How could you not remember that number, what with the annoying jingle the telly plays on his commercial… all the more reason to not watch the telly.

Talia Halbrook
"That’s the doll that sold me this lovely home."

She’s easy on the eyes, too bad she’s not a lust demon.

Liam Woodsworth
"What a life? Yes, that was sarcasm."

I can't pretend to know what it's like do be a Dhampire. It seems gods awful, I can't believe Ali managed to bring kids like him into the world. Weak, sickly creatures... I hope I haven't made any! Shit... I should be more careful. Anyway, there are those who know how to party, and those who take it too far. I'm sure you can guess where this bloke falls on that spectrum.

Freddie Milton Hughes-Jackson.
"He's new in town, works at the same library as that bird we talked about earlier."

Freddie may be the only witch in town that I don't mind. I've only chatted him up a time or two, but he doesn't seem as flippant as some of the other witches, and I can tell he's a good study. Despite all it's fantastical mysticism, magic is a science that deserves just as much study, dedication, and practice as any other. It's never a bad idea to have at least one witch in per city on my side, he just might shape up to be my London Witch.

Ryan Croft
"Those glasses are... what's the word for that style? Hipster? Yeah, I think that's it."

Head of the five-0 and an angel? He just might be the worst bloke in this city. I'll pass on any false pleasantries here. It's best that he doesn't ever see my face... something tells me he'd just know if he did. Too risky.

Aiden Lewis Phillips
"He's hit on me at the pub before, along with practically everyone else there."

Aiden's a nice enough bloke. Pretty young for a vampire, but has a brilliant mind. It's nice to be able to hold an intelligent, scientific conversaion with him. We aren't best mates by any means, but we've only just met.

Eternity Loveless
"Hmmm. Can I keep this picture?" *smirks*

Never met her, but I'm really hoping that changes. Love the hair.

Patrick Kershner
"You know how you can sometimes tell what a person is like just by looking at them? Well... he looks boring."

He's also another werewolf on the police force. Why the hell do I like living here again? I guess this is one way to make eternity pass by in an interesting manner...

Nicodem Kaminski
"Oh, Nic... I don't think he likes me much."

Yeah, we met quite a few years back. We played a game of poker and I made out with a good sum of his money. He didn't take too kindly to that. Now he's a police commissioner where I currently live. Whoops?

Anastasia 'Alison' Psomas
"Is that the best photo you could get of her? She looks... tired."

But that's just my shallow first impression, I don't know this girl. Maybe she's a dhampire? She kinda has that 'run ragged' look going on. Or maybe she's a junkie...

James Bright
"Looks like he's just a high school kid."

I've never seen him around before.

Loki Van Stenberg {Re-vamped}

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Loki Van Stenberg
^{The former name he was born with, albeit spelled differently, the latter was chosen most recently because he liked the dramatic flair. He moves around a lot, mostly keeping to Europe, and changes his name with every move.
Aliases/Nicknames include: Low Key, Kingpin, and the Trickster}

𝗔𝗚𝗘
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~30. (~1100)
^{Born to a Vikingar couple in the Summer of 830, give or take a few decades. His most current falsified documentation lists his D.O.B. as July 13th, 1987.}

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Devilishly handsome, is that enough? No? Okay then. With soulful blue eyes and a tidy crop of chestnut curls, one might almost be convinced that Loki is innocent. It is his ever present five o’clock shadow and crooked smirk which betray that he is up to absolutely no good, just like the god he was named for. He stands at about 185 centimeters with a toned and muscular build, but not overly so.

Appearances are of utmost importance to the aged viking — old habits die hard — and as such, he is hardly ever seen without at least a two piece suit, or a lab coat, if he’s working. Scars? Aye, he got a few of them raiding and trading his way across the Scandinavian homelands back in his human years eons ago, but most are faint and easily hidden by his apparel.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Legal Profession — He is a Senior Chemist at the research lab in Redbridge, earned a bonafide PhD and everything! He has a passion for the sciences. Having a well-paying job like this makes for a good cover on how he really got the fancy cars and mansion up on Avalon Point.

Underground Profession — Loki is anonymously one of the main players of London's drug scene. Narcotics, hallucinogens, uppers, downers, you name it! If it exists, Low Key has a man running the stuff on the streets. And the Kingpin doesn’t just cater to the humans, hell no, he’s got the stuff to get the Others wrecked as well. He also has just plain ol’ blood available, for those too morally weak to do their own hunting, but willing enough to look the other way on how said blood was obtained in the first place. Loki’s real pride and joy, though, is O-neg. Being a vampire scientist with unlimited access to state-of-the-art laboratory equipment, Loki figured out a way to genetically and chemically alter human blood so that it gives vampires the effect of being high — a previously unattainable state for vamps, aside from the very mild effects one could gain from the tainted blood of a drugged human. Pressed into tiny red tablets emblazoned with an ‘O’, O-neg does different things for different vamps; For some it feels like ecstasy, some just pot, and some experience hallucinations as one would with PCP. O-neg can take you all the way up to the clouds, and then promptly let you crash through the floorboards. It’s the real deal, and when you’re working with vampire lifespans and immunities, what the hell else do you have to do with your time? Come on, you know you want to try it…

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Independent — You don’t get this far in life with a profession like Loki’s by making a lot of noise. Loki prefers to keep a low profile, skulking about in the shadows without appearing to be the threat that he is what keeps his business secret and safe. He isn’t even an outed supernatural, only those closest in his inner circle know what he is, and even fewer know who he is. Being an Independent vampire keeps the older, stuffier vamps from sniffing around in his dealings and discovering things that they shouldn’t. Being an Independent vampire is Loki’s only option, until the day that perhaps it isn’t anymore.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Loki is double-edged sword, simply put. Listening to him talk is easy, a trait that made him a good college professor in his past lives. He is very intelligent and tells some of the best stories you’ve ever heard — who knows how true some of them are, though. And, hell, he could charm the pants off of just about anyone; Can, and has, most likely. Even with boatloads of charisma, he can be quite the egotistical dick sometimes. It is glaringly obvious that his own favorite person is, indeed, himself. And though vikings are known for having treated most people relatively equally long before it was the popular opinion, Loki can come off as a bit of a chauvinist. But hey, nobody’s perfect, and perfect was never something that the Trickster strived to be. If you can sand down those abrasive, crusty edges, you’ll find a real softy inside Loki. He just wants what everyone else wants: to have people who truly care about him.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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This section could go on for pages, but brevity is in fact the soul of wit. Flóki Björnsson was born to a jarl and his wife during the 9th century in the lands now known as Sweden. Growing up in the Vikingar lifestyle was as much as one might expect: tough, violent, bloody, but also noble, adventurous, and enriching. Vikingar ideals make up a lot of who Loki is today, and don’t believe all the clichés and stereotypes you hear about the Vikings, they aren’t the savages history books paint them to be. Flóki’s human life ended in a brutal battle across the sea in what is now Poland. It was a warrior’s death that would make his father proud, and earn his place in the halls of Valhalla, or Fólkvangr, he wasn’t picky. At least, that would have been the case, if he hadn’t woken up after, bloodied in a field among his fallen brothers and sisters with a burning thirst in his throat unlike any he’d ever known. Naturally, he went on to murder the nearest living, breathing thing… or ten.

In modern times, Loki makes his mark by finding new ways to turn heads in different locations around the world. Every few years, mostly when people start to question why he isn’t aging, Loki moves and takes on a new name and identity. He takes his business and the money it makes with him, of course, and though his legal surname changes, his aliases remain, as does his first name. Low Key is not fond of the mass outing of the supernaturals, preferring to keep his nature like his business, underground. Nothing good can come of the humans knowing about the Others, not that he fears them. No, they are a fickle race that is likely to bring about their own demise just to get their own points across… and that would make finding a good meal a hell of a lot harder.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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KITTY KORNER — You know damn well why he goes here. It hosts a menagerie of beautiful women, it is high class, and it’s frequented by other vampires. The Korner checks all the boxes, really.

ACE OF SPADES — It’s a vampire night club, of course he goes there. Attending places like this is good way to gauge how well his product is being received. Although the Kingpin remains anonymous, he frequently commingles with his unknowing clients to ensure that they are enjoying themselves. Plus, it’s good for him to loosen up every now and again.

SLYE FOX — This is one of the best and only pubs around Edgetoun. Loki frequently goes here for a “few” casual pints with his friends and associates, or simply by himself. They say only alcoholics drink alone, and they may be right, but it’s pretty damned hard for a vamp to be an alcoholic. The best part about the Slye Fox is the absence of that loud, thumping club music. So peaceful...

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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Jarl Björn, father, died in battle.
Jarl Ragna, mother, died shortly after, giving birth to Loki’s sister.
Frida Björnsson, sister, unknown… Loki assumes she’s dead
Alistair Queen, old friend, alive
Béatrix de la Croix, old frenemy, alive
And more to come...

[Grimoire Gaming]

Patricia 'Tish' Webber {Shapeshifter Version}

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| Name |

Patricia Rose Webber, but primarily goes by Tish. You can also call her Trish or Trisha, but never Patty. Never, understood?

| Date of Birth |

January 4th, 1998.

| Gender |

Female

| Sexuality |

Lesbian

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| In-Depth Appearance |

Tish is pixie-like in height and weight, measuring in at 5’1” and just over 100 pounds. She has porcelain skin and wears very little make-up aside from a coating of mascara and peachy lipstick, bright red or black if she’s feeling feisty. Large, caramel brown eyes are the most defining feature of her face. Her hair is naturally dark brown, which she has dyed black since about the age of 14, when her parents finally let her. Her tattoos aren’t real in the sense that a needle put the ink into her body, they are instead a result of her rebellious shapeshifting. When her controlling parents wouldn’t let her get a real tattoo when she turned seventeen, she covered her whole body in them using her abilities and man, did that piss them off! Most of the tattoos are animal inspired or artistic dotwork. As far as clothing goes, Tish sticks to shades of black, white, and grey as opposed to bright colors. She favors crop tops and skinny jeans, or little black dresses, especially the kind with soft lace or mesh.

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| Personality |

♦ Freethinking ♦ Creative ♦ Personable ♦ Confident ♦

If you were to describe Tish in one word, it would be spunky. She is the fun-loving, energetic girl that everyone wants to be friends with, but are kind of scared to talk to at the same time. She can come off as a bit much, but she really has a heart of gold, honest! As a vegetarian and an aspiring artist, it wouldn’t be inaccurate to label her a ‘hippy’, and she wouldn’t mind if you did. Very much so a pacifist, Tish hasn’t ever used her powers for violent means, which made it all the more horrifying to see that her parents are doing so.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Black
✔Broccoli
✔Scary Movies
✔Tattoos
✔Artwork in general
✔Music (anything from bubbly pop to screamo)
✔Animals
✘Pink
✘Meat
✘Violence
✘Control-freaks
✘Wearing bras (she rarely does)
✘Her parents
✘Licorice

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| History |

Tish didn’t have the greatest home life, even before she found out about her parents. They provided for her, and she never truly wanted for anything, but they also didn’t accept her. They were manipulative and controlling, wanting her to grow up as the picture perfect daughter that would inherit the ‘family business’. When she came out as a lesbian at 15, they freaked out. When she first asked for a tattoo, they freaked out. When she told them that she was considering art school instead of business college, they just about kicked her out. When she found out that her parents were secretly grooming her to carry on their murderous, criminal legacy… she kicked herself out. Tish hasn’t looked back ever since.

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| Family |

Regina Webber - Mother
Regina is a whipcrack of a woman. Strong and independent, she always gets what she wants… except, of course, when it comes to her daughter. While Frank and Patricia are both Shapeshifters, Regina is a telekinetic mutant. Her day job is doing secretarial work for her father’s pharmaceutical company.

Role in the Syndicate: Regina is one of the Faces of the Syndicate. She is utilized when sex appeal and cunning is the best way to get a job done. When her body and her words aren’t enough to convince a foe, a show of fearsome telekinesis usually does the trick. Since meeting and marrying Frank, they tend to work as a team.



Frank Webber - Father

Frank was always the more warm and loving parent to Tish, perhaps that was because she was a shifter, like him. He even called her Tish, instead of Patricia, like Regina always did. Despite his supervillain status, Frank is indeed capable of love, he just isn’t always the best at showing it. Regina and Frank met through their criminal involvement and married after they found out they were having Patricia. His day job is working as an accountant at Gregory’s pharmaceutical company.

Role in the Syndicate: Frank is as much a spy as he is brute muscle. He uses his shifter abilities to trail Regina, or any other Face of the Syndicate, unseen and unheard on their missions. Frank remains in his chameleon-like form unless he deems it necessary to strike out with violent force. Like, chainsaws for arms force. Yes, for real, but normally he keeps it classier than that.

Gregory Williams - Grandfather

Gregory is Regina’s father. He is a human scientist and, while he is not a criminal of his own free will, he works under the thumb of the Syndicate. His mutant daughter is the result of the experiments he was forced to conduct on her. He is a kind man with a lot of regrets, but he does his best not to let that show. Tish thinks more highly of him than of her parents, his involvement in the Syndicate remains unknown to her.

Role in the Syndicate: A brilliant scientific mind among the team of researchers who discovered the key to unlocking the x-gene.

| Abilities |

As a shifter, Patricia is able to shapeshift her form, transforming and reshaping herself down to the genetic and cellular structure. She can mimic whatever object, material or creature she wills herself to be. Growing up, these changes just kind of happened randomly, some days she woke up blue, other days she pranced around on all fours as a kitten; Needless to say, Tish had to be homeschooled until about middle school to keep people from screaming in panic.

Now that she has had years to hone her skills with the aid of her father, Tish can blend in with the general human populace. She has only ever purposefully used her abilities cosmetically - shifting from store bought hair dye, to using her powers to maintain its jet black color, covering up teenage acne without needing medication, plastering herself in body art, etc. Tish has also shifted into animal forms in order to run and fly and swim in ways that a human body simply cannot. With more practice, she could finely tune her abilities for combat, as her father has, being able to form limbs into weapons and regrow damaged body parts, but she has no desire to tap into that potential. Not yet, anyway.

| Strengths |

• Independent
• Open-minded
• Fast learner

| Weaknesses |

• Non-committal
• Prone to making mistakes
• Staying in a single form for an extended period of time starts to affect her behavior, and staying for too long could result in forgetting her true self. Maybe that’s what happened to Frank…

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| Theme Song |

Runaway – Thriving Ivory
_{”I spend these nights counting stars
And wonder if there's hope for me out there
Like a runaway
I spend these nights counting stars
Like a runaway
And maybe I could call this home tonight...”}

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Shapeshifter Tish Relations

Ophelia
“Lia is like the Mama Bear of our group, except for less grumpy… well, sometimes, that is!”

Given my history… let’s just say I’m not too fond of Mama’s. Lia has her heart in the right place, don’t get me wrong, it’s just, the rules have started to grate on me, ya know? I guess someone has to be that way though, right? We are a bunch of teens on the run from evil parents, after all. Maybe I’m judging her to harshly because she looks my ex… the really douchey one too, not the sweetie who took my v-card.

If I’m being honest, I’d actually say Lia is our rock. Without her, I think more than a few of us would have come unglued; Which is kind of funny, because she seems like she is halfway unglued herself. I don’t know what kind of freak she is, because, let’s be honest, we’re all kind of freaky… but I think whatever she is scares her. I can’t imagine what that’s like, to be afraid of yourself. Well, I guess I can imagine what it’s like to be afraid of what you are capable of… my father is a shifter just like me, and he uses his gift to…

I - I think I want to help Lia. I mean, she hasn’t told us what she is, but I feel like if she were to tell anyone, she’d tell me. Maybe? I just hope she knows that I care about her, despite my cranky attitude sometimes. Okay, most of the time.

Also, she got this weird look on her face when she found out my birthday is coming up. I think she wants to get me something. Man, I hope it’s alcohol. I think we could all use a little loosening up, and that’d make for a hella fine birthday party. And who knows, maybe with a few drinks… Yeah, it could be fun. Anyway, I can tell that whatever she gets is going to be great, I already love it.

”She's just a girl and she's on fire. Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway.”

Andy
"I’m quite certain that Andy is the smartest kid I’ve ever met. Like, he’s scary smart."

If Lia is Mama Bear, then Andy is Papa Bear. Although, not in the couple kind of way, because I’m pretty sure Andy is gayer than a unicorn fart. I not so sure about Lia, maybe she could be bi? I dunno, probably wishful thinking on my part. Anywayyy…

Andy. Yeah, I’m glad he’s with us. A mind like that is useful as hell. Sometimes it’s easy to get freaked out about how things are going to work out, but Andy has a calm way of sorting all of the puzzle pieces out in front of us, and then explaining exactly how they fit together. We plebeians rarely understand what he is trying to say, but he’s yet to lead us astray so far, so I guess he knows what he’s doing!

While I do try to listen to him, I’m pretty sure I get on Andy’s nerves more than a little. I’m trying to tone it down and get on his good side. Andy smokes too, and I’m running pretty low on my stash. It’s not a crazy habit or anything, a cig just helps calm me down in all of the craziness. It’s for everyone’s benefit, really! Plus, it totally pisses Lia off.

”I'm a little intellectual, someone who knows it all.”

Jay
"I really like Jay! We were buds before all of this shit went down."

Of course, we all knew each other before the dossier discovery. Our parents are all friends and that business, well, perhaps less of friends and more of coworkers now that we know what we know. But, out of the whole bunch of us, Jay and I actually hung out beforehand. We had the same group of friends, that skater-punk-rocker aesthetic. I support his activism, he supports my vegetarianism, we just click.

I remember when he wanted to dye his hair for the first time! Oh, I was so excited that I offered to help. And, of course, he agreed! But we bought some shitty dye and it ended up turning his hair hot pink instead of purple. When he came out of the bathroom after showering and I saw that it was HOT pink, I was absolutely mortified. Surely, he would hate me for that. But, apparently, he loved it. I couldn’t imagine accidentally turning my hair pink… I might just have to die if that ever happens. Pink hair aside though, Andy is a really cute kid. If there were ever a dude I’d turn in my gold star for, I guess it would be him. But not really, meat just isn’t my thing, ya feel me? Ugh, god, I can’t believe I left my thoughts go there. *shudders*

”Don't want to be an American idiot. One nation controlled by the media.”

Malcolm
“Sunny boy? He’s cool with me.”

Religion was never really my thing, I know, I’m sure you’ve never heard a lesbian say that before. All in all, though, I could care less about people being religious. As long as you aren’t using it as a means to spread hurt and hate, knock yourself out. Malcolm hasn't gotten too preachy yet, but when he does talk about it, it seems like interesting stuff. I’d never really heard of Lunara until Malcolm came to be… whatever he is. Who knew clerics were actually a thing? I thought those were like a made up class for video games and stuff. Though, I guess if mutants and shifters are real, why not gods and clerics? Hell, let’s toss in the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus too for good measure!

”Heal them with fire from above. Kneeling, my god is the Sun.”

Amelia
“Our personalities sometimes clash, but I think that is just because we are kindred spirits.”

It’s nice to have Amelia on this wild road trip. Yeah, we argue sometimes, but it can be fun to have someone else who is still very much young at heart around. Together we can keep this group lively. She sometimes jokes that I should turn into something cool, like a “motherfucking dragon”. Maybe one of these days I’ll surprise her.

Mia is one of the runaways that I can’t quite figure out yet. She hasn’t really shown any signs at what kind of freak she is. Maybe it’s a mental thing? I always did struggle with the concept of, well, concepts. I work best when I can use my senses, and Mia hasn’t done anything to set those off. Maybe she’s just a human? That seems unlikely, we all had a dossier for some reason…

”Conceptual, celestial, we are extraterrestrial.”

Gloria
“We have really bonded over our love for animals and nature.”

I didn’t really know Glo that well until this road trip began. I’m glad that we got the chance to chat. We have a lot in common, which makes the talking come easy. Plus, she loves taking pictures and I gladly volunteer myself as a model. I ask her what she thinks would look best in a certain shot and then work hard to morph myself into who, or whatever, that might be. It’s like a game! It’s always easier to shift around her, too, it’s like she brings out my wild side or something.

Honestly, I couldn’t think of a negative thing to say about Glo. She is beautiful, and natural, and passionate. I guess maybe if I had to pick one bad thing about her, it would be the cynicism. But, everyone has their moments, especially given our current circumstances!

”Shake it, shake it like a Polaroid picture.”

Cody
“I could say that we’re best friends, but that’d be a bit of a stretch.”

I kid, of course, anything for the sake of a good pun! We just aren’t best friends yet! Cody is an interesting person. He looks much younger than he is, but acts like a real grandpa sometimes. Seriously, though, he has plans on top of plans. I’m more of a go with the flow kind of person, and I can tell that type of lifestyle would really put him over the edge. As such, it is fun to push his buttons. I like to find out where people’s limits are, and then urge them to try stepping over that line. Come on, just once, what’s the worst that could happen?

One thing I really like about Cody is that he is just as open about his freakiness as me. Well, I guess he doesn’t have much choice in the matter. Apparently he used to be a regular old human, and then his parents went and got him shot up with drugs to turn him into flubber-boy. I feel bad, but I can’t help but laugh at his lack of control sometimes. I mean, it’s super sad that this was forced upon him, but it is kind of funny to see someone turn into a puddle of person without warning. Hopefully together we can help him overcome this obstacle.

”You've never heard a sound like the Rubberband Man. You're bound to lose control when the Rubberband starts to jam.”

Patricia 'Tish' Webber {Alternate Universe Human Version}

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— Courtney Love of Hole (1998)




— David Lee Roth of Van Halen (2004)

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Dirty Sexy Money | Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time | Bad Reputation

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Name

Patricia Jade Webber, but primarily goes by Tish. You can also call her Trish or Trisha, but never Patty. Never, understood?

| Age |

25

| Gender |

Female

Ethnicity

Tea-drinking British grandparents levels of white

| Occupation |

Tattoo Artist and Owner of Black Sunrise

_{Graphic by @Wade Wilson}

| Sexuality |

Pansexual, though she has mostly dated women in the past.

| Relationship Status |

Recently single, not too torn up about that, though. Complete freedom in Vegas? Hell yeah!

| Education Level |

Associates Degree in Fine Arts
After school, Tish interned for 1 year at a tattoo shop before starting her own business.

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| Appearance |

Tish is pixie-like in height and weight, measuring in at 5’1” and just over 110 pounds. She has porcelain white skin and wears very little make-up aside from a coating of mascara and nude shades of lipstick, bright red or black if she’s feeling feisty. Large, caramel brown eyes are the most striking feature of her face. Her hair is naturally dark brown, which she has dyed black since about the age of 14. Sprawling tattoos cover most of her body. Her tats appear to be mostly solid black, but if you look close enough, you will see that most are actually intricate collections of dotwork. As far as clothing goes, Tish sticks to shades of black, white, and grey as opposed to bright colors. She favors crop tops and skinny jeans, or little black dresses, especially the kind with vintage lace or mesh. Chunky boots and spiky heels are a must!

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Habits | Quirks | Oddities

⚡ Occasional smoker
⚡ Notorious nail polish biter
⚡ Anti-bra
⚡ Horror movie buff
⚡ Nap enthusiast

Hobbies:

⭐ Drawing & Tattooing
⭐ Gardening
⭐ Surfing

Likes:

✔ Black
✔ Broccoli
✔ Scary Movies
✔ Tattoos
✔ Artwork in general
✔ Music (anything from bubbly pop to screamo)
✔ Animals

Dislikes:

✘ Pink
✘ Meat
✘ Violence
✘ Control-freaks
✘ Wearing bras (she rarely does)
✘ Cold weather
✘ Licorice

Fears:

☠ Shark attacks (though she would never blame the shark)
☠ Being alone
☠ Cancer

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Personality

♦ Free-spirited ♦ Foolhardy ♦ Vibrant ♦ Vulgar ♦

If you were to describe Tish in one word, it would be spunky. She is the fun-loving, energetic girl that everyone wants to be friends with, but are kind of scared to talk to at the same time. When she was growing up, she was quite the rebellious teenager and that ‘give-no-fucks’ attitude has carried on into her young-adult life.

Tish can come off as a bit intimidating and obnoxious, but she really has a heart of gold, honest! As a vegetarian and a rocker-chic artist, it wouldn’t be inaccurate to label her a ‘hippy’, and she wouldn’t mind if you did. Her positive outlook on life is contagious, but likely to grate on any realist’s nerves.

| History |

Tish was born and raised in Miami. She grew up in the same school district where she met Nic. They became fast friends and even wound up having their first crushes on the same girl. Dominic didn’t know that at the time, though. Tish was closeted until she was fourteen and Nic was one of the first people she came out to. That was the age when she decided to stop giving a shit about what people thought about her: she wore whatever she wanted, picked up some bad habits, dyed her hair black and started openly dating girls.

Patricia’s father, Frank Webber, is a hot-blooded American and her mother, Regina, was an immigrant from Brighton. Her grandparents still live in the UK, Tish only met them a few times when she was very young. Frank is a college professor at the local school of business, he raised Tish as a loving single father when breast cancer took his wife. Tish has some distant family in other states, and countries, but she is only really close to her dad. Tish was eight when her mom died. Frank was her rock back then and continues to be so to this day. Her dad supported her decision to go to art school, even when he wasn’t confident that one could make a living off of a hobby. Now that she has graduated and really showed her ambition to excel, Frank has helped her start her own business. Tish is happily upper middle class, it’s the only thing she’s ever known. She lives in a small downtown apartment a few blocks away from her shop.

Tish is still very close with Dominic, and she’s really glad to have gotten to know Chlo through him. It’s great to not have to worry about drama, Chloe is confident and friendly, Tish wouldn’t know what to do if Nic was marrying some insecure girl that would hate that his best friend was a chick. It might have helped that Tish was pretty consistently in and out of relationships with women, but still, girls had gotten weird about her close guy friends in the past.

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| Family |

Frank Webber, father.
Regina Webber (Barnes), mother, deceased.
No Siblings
Gavin and Karin Barnes, maternal grandparents

Patricia "Tish" Webber {Yet Another Alternate Universe Human Version}

25 ● female ● lesbian

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summary

A spunky, energetic woman with a deep love for art, entertainment, animals, and people.

brief history

Tish was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts. She grew up in the same school district where she met her life-long best friend, Tate. The pair became fast friends and even wound up having a middle-school crush on the same girl. Tate didn’t know that at the time, though. Tish was closeted until she was fourteen and Tate was one of the first people that she came out to. This was also the age when she decided to stop giving a shit about what people thought about her: she started wearing whatever she wanted, picked up some bad habits, dyed her hair black, and openly dated girls.

Patricia’s father, Frank Webber, was and is a hot-blooded American and her mother, Regina, was an immigrant from Brighton. Her grandparents still live in the UK, Tish has only met them a few times, back when she was very young. Frank is a business professor at Boston University, and he raised Tish as a loving single father when breast cancer took his wife. Tish has some distant family in other states, and countries, but she is only really close to her dad.

Tish was eight years old when her mom died, which she took hard at the time, but this was just a passing cloud over the vibrant sun that has been burning within Tish since birth. Her father was her rock back then and still is, so Tish can continue to let her light shine. Frank supported her decision to go to art school, even when he wasn’t confident that one could make a living off of a hobby. Once she has graduated and really showed her ambition to excel, Frank helped her start her own business. Tish is happily upper middle class, it’s the only thing she’s ever known. She lives in a small downtown apartment a few blocks away from her shop, Black Sunrise.

Black Sunrise is a cozy little tattoo shop owned and operated by Tish, with three artists, herself included. Tish opened Black Sunrise three years ago, shortly after finishing her year long, post-graduation internship at a larger shop on the other side of the city. Black Sunrise is more than Tish’s workplace, it is her church, and her sanctuary. She spends her days creating both art and meaningful connections with the residents of Boston, and her nights enjoying the nightlife that the city has to offer. This nightlife includes the strip club that her bestie owns, and that’s not just because Tate owns it, either. A girl has needs to be met while she awaits meeting whatever soulmate exists for her out there.

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other information

dialogue colour: 2E8B57
Faceclaim: Hannah Pixie Snowdon
theme song: “Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time” — Panic! At The Disco

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[Grimoire Gaming]

Nikolai Ian Zabrecky

^{Skin • Chameleon Boy • The End}

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"If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see,
you can find out firsthand what it's like to be me."

_{- MCR -}

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NAME }} Nikolai
NICKNAME }} Nik or Niki, these are prefered to Nikolai
AGE }} 16
DIAGNOSIS }} Gender dysphoria (while in and of itself not a mental disorder, the clinically significant anxiety and depression associated with dysphoria sometimes needs treatment) and Body Dysmorphic Disorder

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^{{{ EQUITABLE • INSECURE • OBSESSIVE • EFFEMINATE • ANXIOUS }}}

PERSONALITY }} Niki typically goes through life as a wallflower, quietly blending in with baggy clothes in muted colors. They don’t want to be noticed, not really. If someone does happen to notice them, that person will find a kind hearted and open minded individual, despite their brokenness, perhaps even because of it. Silent and introverted, Nik much prefers listening to talking, especially now that their voice has grown deeper - they don’t like to hear it out loud. Regardless of insecurities, listening to others’ thoughts and ideas and feelings has always been better than dwelling on one’s own struggles. The teen’s quiet nature can make them seem aloof and stoic, but they are by no means judgemental or closed off. Those closest to Niki know that Nik will fight more to support their friends than they ever would fight for themself. This combination of traits makes a Niki a hard friend to make, but a good friend to have and keep.

STRENGTHS }}

• Open-minded and receptive listener.
• Genuine and Honest
• Imaginative

WEAKNESSES }}

• Overly self critical - This sometimes manifests physically in the form of skin picking and other self-harming behaviors.
• Mirrors - Nik is either obsessively looking in them to analyze their reflection, or obsessively avoiding them in shame of their own appearance.
• Disordered eating - It would be easy to misdiagnose Nik with anorexia nervosa, as some patients with BDD often are, but Niki goes through bouts of complete avoidance of food as a means to cope with their discontent in their own body. It is not that Niki sees themself as overweight, it is the incessant recurring negative thoughts about their own body being imperfect and mismatched that pushes Nik to change it. As plastic surgery isn’t an option yet, eating is something that Niki can and does limit to alter their appearance.

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HISTORY }} It was obvious to Nikolai’s parents from a very young age that their son was different. On christmas he asked for both Tonka trucks and Barbie dolls. He would go outside and catch bugs and then come inside to play princess dress up with his sister. Kids can be like that sometimes, so his parents didn’t think much of it. The other children didn’t seem to mind, so why should they, if Nikolai was doing what made him happy?

When Nikolai was in late elementary and early middle school, things grew more complicated. The girls in his class started wearing make-up and giggling about bras and boys. Nik wanted to be like them, so he talked to his parents about this and, because they loved him, his mother took him the store and picked out some makeup and training bras. Nik proudly wore these things to school the next day.

At first, everything went unnoticed by his peers. The makeup was subtle, and the bra hidden safely under his shirt. Nik was confident and happy, feeling pretty, like he had always wanted to. This happiness was short lived, as adolescents tend to ostracize those who stray from the social norm. Niki dared to wear a dress after convincing his mother that it would be okay, that his friends said it would be fine. It wasn’t okay, and those ‘friends’ laughed at him. Nikolai was brutally bullied by his fellow students, physically by the boys and socially by the girls. He quickly became a social outcast, labeled ‘freak’ and ‘gay’ and whatever other unclever nicknames the kids had cooked up on any particular day.

The bullying grew so intense that Nik’s parents had to relocate so that their child could attend a different school and have a brand new start. Unbeknownst to them, it was already too late, the internal damage had been done. Nikolai had become a different person; Their once bright and colorful child had faded to grey. The criticisms of his peers had become his own, yet amplified. The older he got, the less he felt like a he… but not completely like she, either. They became they, and they became no one.

A new school did little to improve Nik’s quality of life. They went to class and did their homework, because they had to. They came home and sat alone in their room, avoiding parents and what few friends they had still managed to keep. Sometimes they would stare at the full length mirror behind their door for hours, a black sharpie in hand that they used to draw X’s above all of the flaws in their reflection. No one is sure when those markered X’s on the mirror turned into razor kisses on their skin, but they did. Niki intentionally picked out and wore baggy clothing to hide the scars and marks, and also to camouflage their body.

This downhill spiral of unseen psychological warfare and battles with self harm led to where these struggles unfortunately sometimes do lead. One month ago, Nik switched directions and intentionally cut deeper. Whether it was the sight of so much blood, or the sheer loss of it, Niki passed out almost immediately. They awoke in a hospital bed, confused and bandaged up with a very forlorn looking mother and father staring back at them. After a period of physical healing, Nik is currently being checked into Treewit for mental healing, and has yet to receive a bed assignment or meet any other patients.

OTHER }} Currently prefers they/their pronouns because their gender identity is still undefined.

_{FC: Stav Strashko Color: E9967A (DarkSalmon)}

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[Grimoire Gaming]

Margaret Elizabeth Williams

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.:| Maggie | 65 | Married | Heterosexual | Female |:.

.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.

Margaret stands at 5’8 and weighs 140 pounds. She keeps her figure trim by following a strict exercise routine, making use of both the track at North Park and the gym in the Country Club. At 65 years old, Maggie is showing definite signs of her age. She must continually dye her hair a cornsilk blonde to counteract the stubborn grey beneath. Her eyes are accented by crows feet from years of laughing or scowling, not many are sure which she did more of. Wrinkles also line Margaret’s mouth from her long time habit of pinching her lips to smoke cigarettes.

The wardrobe of this ex-celebrity is about as hard to describe as she herself is. Margaret has a flair for the dramatic and can be seen in fluffy boa-like scarves, elaborate hats, and full-on sequined, bedazzled get-ups… or, she will wear simple, slimming black dresses, classy strings of pearls, and sensible shoes. Regardless of whatever outfit of the day Margaret is wearing, it is clear that the woman proudly comes from a place of wealth and elegance.

.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.

Most residents of Lakewood Summit know Margaret Williams as the friendly old woman that greeted them upon arriving to the community. She is ever the loving and supporting wife, mother, and grandmother, often seen doting on her loved ones at the local parks and gatherings. With her thick southern drawl and her attendance of church every Sunday morning, most assume that she is a kind-hearted, god-fearing woman. For the residents that have only met Margaret in these circumstances, that is all they know.

Beneath the guise of the innocent elderly lady act, Margaret is ruthless and opinionated. She has her beliefs and thoughts on certain subjects, and she will stick to them until the bitter end. In her younger years, she was subtle in her judgements. Now, she wears them like a badge of pride. If she likes a person, they will know it… if she doesn’t, well, they may or may not know it. Keeping up appearances is very important to the woman and a person’s social status will play a big factor in whether or not she publically displays her distaste with them. Her gossipy tongue may occasionally slip and spread dirt regardless of social status, especially if the story is juicy enough.

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.:| H I S T O R Y |:.

Born and raised in Montgomery, Alabama, Margaret has her roots in the deep south. Her 1950s Alabama upbringing heavily influenced her passions for cooking and homemaking. Maggie was a studious girl, passing all of her classes with flying colors. In the winter of her junior year of high school, Margaret met the love of her life - Stephen James Williams. Their romance lasted through high school and on the day of graduation, Stephen asked Margaret to be his wife.

Neither Margaret nor Stephen’s parents came from money, so the couple had a relatively small wedding in 1969. The newlyweds had saved up enough to road trip to Florida for their honeymoon and spent a few weeks enjoying married life before Stephen left to join the marines. During his time with the marines, Stephen fought in the Vietnam War, often sending letters back to his love. To this day, Maggie has a wooden box containing each and every letter - wrought with spelling errors, but full of love.

Margaret spent her lonely years as a military wife keeping up a small two bedroom home with the combination of her husband’s pay and what she made dressmaking and hemming clothing. Stephen returned home after five years in Vietnam do to an injury that he sustained. Once Stephen was nursed back to health, their life together truly began.

In the summer of 1974, Margaret and Stephen found out they were pregnant. Maggie had always wanted a family and was so very excited to have a little baby girl to dote on. Unfortunately for the young couple, Margaret miscarried in the third trimester. The miscarriage had a brutally negative effect on the pair. As such, they did not try to have another child for a few more years, and Margaret picked up her smoking habit and love affair with gin to cope with the loss.

When Margaret became pregnant a second timea few years later, it was a surprise. At first, it scared her deeply, but the pregnancy went smoothly and Stephen and Maggie were blessed with a handsome boy. David was their only son and was raised with the best that they could offer, and all the love in the world. The family of three lived a simple, happy, all-american life until the Fall of 1993 - when Margaret was contacted by a scouting agent from Hollywood. At the time, she was competing in the Alabama State Fair pie making competition. When Maggie was announced the winner, the scout asked her to host a local demonstration and her culinary talent and charisma charmed the masses. The rest, they say, was history.

Margaret, Stephen, and their teenage son David dug up their roots and relocated from Alabama to Southern California in the Spring of 1994. The move was traumatic, but exciting none-the-less. Working through beginning stages of the Food Network had been a more rough and daunting task than Maggie had ever expected. She loved her job, and the paycheck it brought in, but the amount of work she put in every week was exhausting. It was only through the supportive love of her husband and the ever-present flask of spirits in her purse that she kept her sanity through the years. There was also a time that Margaret dabbled in hard drug use, mostly cocaine. She didn't come clean to Stephen about this until some years after the fact.

Stephen and Margaret had accrued enough wealth to purchase a coveted six bedroom, four and a half bathroom home in Lakewood Summit in the Summer of 1997. It was in this home that they saw their son grow into the proud man he is today, and where they helped raise their lovely grandchildren. Margaret retired from her position with the Food Network in 2014 and has peacefully enjoyed the first two years of her retirement in the company of Stephen and her ever-growing family.

.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.

Retired celebrity chef with multiple Food Network specials that ran for nearly 20 years, the most notable being “Meals With Maggie”. Her cooking style was distinctly southern with an emphasis on creating entirely complete meals, from hors d'oeuvres to desserts and cocktails. This career is what netted the couple a good portion of the money to settle into Lakewood Summit. In the time between high school and the launch of her cooking career, Maggie made a living as a seamstress and housewive.

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.:| H O B B I E S |:.

{{ Gardening - Maggie boasts not only the best personal flower gardens - she has won 1st place in the Lakewood Summit Flower & Garden Show for the past 5 years - but her husband and herself also meticulous keep up a fruitful vegetable garden on their property. Margaret was also the catalyst to the initiation of the Lakewood Summit community gardens project through her past involvement with the Homeowner’s Association. }}
{{ Cooking & Baking - Margaret did not have a career as a celebrity chef for 20 years for the fame alone, she genuinely has a love for all things culinary. If you just moved into the neighborhood, Maggie will be there with her freshly-baked chocolate cake, if you just lost a loved one, she’ll be there to the rescue with a week’s worth of casseroles, and the Academy bake-sales are always well-stocked with her artisanal confections. }}
{{ Sewing - Before becoming a celebrity chef, Margaret made her living as a seamstress. She learned needlework and quilting from her mother as a young girl and the hobby stuck. To this day, Maggie makes her own curtains and quilts as well as dresses for her granddaughter. There isn’t an official Lakewood Summit sewing club, but Margaret organizes events and lessons for the younger girls in the town who ‘don’t know what it means to be a wife anymore’. }}

.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.

Stephen Williams – Husband – High school sweethearts, lovingly married for the past 57 years.
David Williams – Son – Brief description of relationship.
??? Williams – Grandchild – Brief description of relationship.

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