[CHAR] The Outcasts secret society. low advanced dark fantasy sci-fi

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Seraphine Searstra

Name: Seraphine Searstra

Nickname/Alias: Sera

Race: Vampire

Age: 213

Gender: Female

Appearance: Seraphine has the appearance of a young twenty-four year old woman, she has long, strawberry blonde hair and light-blue eyes. Her figure is slim with her height being around 5’7” and she typically wears skinny blue jeans with a leather belt, slim tee and a dark leather jacket.

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Magic/powers: Super speed and strength, rapid healing, heightened senses such as smell, hearing and sight, stamina, agility, reflexes, immortality.

Equipment: Pouch belt, Rapier-like sword (Family heirloom).

Skills: Hand-to-Hand combat, Sword fighting.

Weaknesses: Sunlight, holy water, blessed and other holy items.

History: Sera was born to a wealthy family, since she was very little, she was groomed to live an aristocratic life, have the finest clothes, attend parties that were only meant for the elite of the elite and settle down with a wealthy husband. Whilst she enjoyed her wealthy lifestyle and loved her family, she often felt bored as a result of it and would do whatever she could to entertain herself, even causing a little mischief such as minor pranks or theft, anything to change up the monotony her privileged lifestyle afforded.

During an evening social gathering of the elites, she had been bored senseless; ready to leave, a tall, dark haired man approached her, offering to dance, being swept by his charm and appearance, she gladly accepted his offer. As the night went on, they got to know each other more and more, well as much as two people could in an evening, she invited her back to her home, knowing how much her father would disapprove of his type, he snuck in through the window and then a night of passion ensued.

It seemed to have been going well at first, or at least Sera thought so, though she did notice they only interacted at night, she didn’t think too much of it and was perfectly content. Then, during the night they were supposed to meet by one of their special spots, he never showed, when she returned to her home, she discovered that her family was tied up and he was there, waiting for her. He captured her as well and forced her to watch as he tortured her family, such tortures as blinding some of them, cutting off their fingers, stabbing and bludgeoning them, even burning them, until finally ending their lives.

All of this was too much for Sera to take and drove her to madness and just when it seemed like she would be next on his hit list, he revealed who he truly was, a vampire and decided to make her like his kind. Feeding on her blood until he took all of it and then a few short hours later, she awoke again, finding she too was like him and together through out the centuries, they carved a path of destruction across as much of the land as they could, turning some into vampires as well, but mostly killing whomever they could, just for the fun of it.

The two eventually parted, though not by Sera’s decision, she felt hurt by this, but didn’t have the chance to find him and hurt him in kind, the two’s escapades caught up with her and hunters were after her. She ran as far as she could from them, normally they would’ve been child’s play to her, but a trap they had set up weakened her severely. She eventually made it to Darish and came across the secret society for snupernatural beings such as her self, figuring it was a good place to lay low, she now bides her time for when she can go after the hunters as well as find her love and figure out why he left her.

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Amando Felicidad

Name: Amando Felicidad

Nickname/Alias: The Slum Weasel

Race: Werecreature (Honey Badger)

Age: 89

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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Magic/powers: His Werecreature form grants him Enhanced Reflexes, Speed, Durability, Strength, and a bad attitude.

Equipment: When in his normal state, Amando's weapon of choice is oddly enough, a large Wrench. he also carries around a basic handgun, in case it comes down to that.

Skills: Amando is skilled in the 'martial art' called Jailhouse rock, which is an umbrella term, for self defense techniques, used inside jails.

Weaknesses: Other than basic Werecreature weaknesses, Amando' wild temper, and constant knack for getting into trouble, are his biggest weaknesses.

History: Originally an only child born to a family living in poverty, Amando grew up doing labor, to help keep his family afloat. He is unable to remember most of what his parents were like, only that they weren't half bad at first. At age 8 however, Amando came home to find his family talking to a strange man, the man turned around to look at Amando, and he could not recall being more sickened by anything in his life, the man was huge, scarred, and the smile on his face was anything but friendly. The man walked over, and picked Amando up, dragging him out of the house kicking and screaming.

up until he was 12, Amando worked as a borderline slave to the man that he only knew as "The Scarred Man." until one day, Amando snapped, it occurred when The Scarred Man found him talking to a group of other children forced into labor, this group was at the time, the only thing keeping Amando frown drowning in his own sorrow. The Scarred Man beat him bloody that night, telling him he didn't keep him around to make friends, and when Amando returned to work, the other children had vanished. Knowing that The Scarred Man, had gotten rid of, and most likely killed, the closest thing Amando had to friends, sent him off the deep end, and that night, he came home, and beat The Scarred Man to death with a wrench.

After that, Amando took to crime, becoming one of the most feared people in the slums, due to his brutality, and lack of concern for consequences, Amando roamed the streets of the slums up until one faithful day. He had recently turned 16, and was starting to be referred to as "The Slum Weasel." when a group of lawmen managed to catch him. they managed to discover some of Amando's crimes, all of which were horrible, and for them, he was sent to the maximum security prison, know as "Hangman's Home." This prison was a special kind of hell, filled with monsters, mages, and regular humans, the only requirement, was that they committed horrible atrocities.

Amando eventually joined a gang of people known as The Badgers, and learned to defend himself in a more refined way than his usual way of brawling. Eventually, he was brought before the leader of the gang, it was a full moon, and everyone seemed to be restless. When Amando was brought before the boss, he went into a frenzy, and bit Amando on the shoulder, with teeth that were certainly not human teeth.

after that he blacked out, and woke up several days later, with a tattoo of a rabid badger on his left shoulder, and a hunger for violence even greater than before, Amando had become a werecreature, and up until he was 78, he stayed locked inside the prison, embracing his wild side, letting it consume him to gain more control over it, he was still barely aging due to his transformation.

eventually, a window of escape was given, a new guard had been transferred, and wasn't prepared to deal with werecreatures, he was assigned to Amando's cell block too, Amando took this opportunity, and waited until the right day. he was being escorted back into his cell by the guard, before calling upon his beastly form and transforming, and he proceeded to rip the guard to shreds. Amando caused the largest riot in the prison's history that night, and eventually, him, along with several other prisoners, escaped into the night. Amando wandered for years after escaping, and eventually stumbled upon Darish, and the group of, as he puts it "Misfit Monsters."

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Ricky Axford

Name
Richard Axford

Nickname/Alias
Ricky, Rick

Race
Vampire

Age
26

Gender
Male

Appearance
Tall at 6'2", well muscled, broad shouldered, and generally built like a working man. Slightly shaggy red hair and ghost of a beard, fair skinned, freckled, and tattooed. Bright green eyes set in a charmingly handsome face, even with the obvious healed though several times broken nose.

Magic/powers
Strength, speed, enhanced vision and hearing.

Equipment
Assortment of small knives.

Skills
Brawling, getting into fights, wooing girls, getting put of trouble that he's gotten himself into.

Weaknesses
Sunlight, holy water, the usual. And pretty girls. Always pretty girls.

History
Born one of far too many children, he had a rough childhood living with an alcoholic and abusive father. Not that his mother was a saint either. He was beaten almost daily for most of his youth under fifteen or so. Which is when he finally ran away from home with one of his older brother's. The pair of them lived on the street and the charity of others for a long time. At sixteen, on a visit home to see one of his younger sisters, he got in a brawl with his father that ended with the old man dead and about two months later, Ricky in a juvenile detention center until he was eighteen.

After getting out he got in with a bad crowed that his brother had been running with while Ricky had been detained. The pair of them became something of enforcers for a gang, beating people up for a living. Or a mostly living. Ricky worked part time still for a friend at his autoshop, and part time at a butchers as well.

Things had started to look up, living in a stable house, having friends, lovers, food that he didn't have to fight some one for. It was nice. And was looking to get nicer.

But Ricky's hopes have never really held out well for him. At a little shy of twenty three years old he met an enchanting, tiny, dark haired woman. She was graceful, elagant, and far classier than anyone he should have had any hope with. But she insisted on wanting him. And he very quickly found out why. She was no ordinary woman, and she wasn't at all afraid to sink her teeth into him. And when that didn't scare him off, she kept him. She had no intention of turning him to be like her, she rather liked having a human about to do her biding and basically be her slave.

In the end though, the best laid plans of mice fall through. One night, she was a little too overzealous, and in the end gave into his pleading to not let him die. After turning him, they parted ways within a few months, she having moved on once she was relatively certain that he could handle himself in his new life.

He was on his own for about a year before he was recruited and brought into the fold of the society.

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Enda Shanahan

Name:
Enda Shanahan

Race:
Contracted Human.

Age:
Somewhere in his 50's.

Gender:
Male.

Appearance:
Enda is an unexceptional, typical street cleaner - which is exactly how he likes it. People don't pay attention to the lowly street cleaners, who despite their essential work for the city, are ignored or even looked down upon. Enda is no different - his musty uniform, filthy from years of work and sleeping drunk in the gutter, allows him to blend into the crowd, making him indistinguishable from the thousands of street cleaners that work across the city. He stands at a modest six feet but years of living on the edge of starvation have not been kind - his clothes cling to his thin frame, giving him the look of a shabby scarecrow. He wears typically wears a battered baseball cap or beanie, which covers his growing bald spot and lank, grey hair.

Magic/powers:
The ability to fire bolts of pure energy from the end of his broom or his hands. The blowback from the broom can be dangerous and firing from his hands leaves large welts or burns.

Equipment:
A large, unassuming broom that is common among the city street cleaners.

Skills:
Can hide in plain sight, a fantastic singer and understands certain, foreign dialects spoken in the cities lower quarters.

Weaknesses:
Illiterate, of an advanced age and something of a drinking problem.

History:
Enda had an unremarkable childhood, so much so that he struggles to remember most of it. He was born into a working class family in a poorer area of Darish but due to the hard work and dilegence of his parents, he and his five siblings never went hungry. As was common among lower class families at the time, Enda never went to school and thus, never learned to read and write anything beyond his own name. Like his father, Enda found work in street maintenance after a string of failed apprenticeships. For a while, life for the young man seemed good - he had a small house, met a nice girl and was preparing to start a family.

But, it seemed, the Binder had other plans.

He first appeared in Endas dreams. A dream about his family would quickly turn into a nightmare upon the arrival of a being taking the appearance of an aristocratic man. The being took an avid interest in the lowly street cleaner but it was years before Enda began meeting it on his daily round. Its appearance was usually preceded by a tingling sense in his neck and lower back. It never interacted with Enda - it only stood in the shadows, watching him quietly. Enda, who was at first terrified of the being, soon learned to ignore it. Yet it continued to observe, for years after.

And slowly, his life disintegrate.

His wife and young child became ill with scarlet fever, his house became infested with rats and Enda himself was taken over by feelings of depression. It seemed all of these issues began due to the being that was always following Enda, watching him while he slept and invading his dreams. After the death of his wife and young child, Enda burnt his house to the ground in a fit of grief-filled madness. While the ashes floated around him and tears streamed down his face, the being finally spoke.

"You are Bound".

The being, known only as the Binder, finally spoke and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. When they touched, Enda was immediately filled with the best feelings, the best experience, the best high of his life. It was only brief but left him wanting more. Under the guidance of the Binder, Enda assumed his new duty as its servant. Using its ethereal powers, the Binder had bound Enda to its bidding and gave him dangerous powers. He was to kill the Binders enemies. Priests, rapists, saints and thieves all saw their lives gone in a flash of light, just because Enda was commanded to kill them. In return, the Binder continued to feed Enda its addicting power.

For thirty years, Enda has done as the Binder commands. The reinvigorating power of the Binder is his addiction, his reason to continue living. But it has come at a great cost. He can no longer remember the faces of his wife and child, his long-term memory is in tatters and the addicting, brief moments granted upon him by the Binder are becoming few and far between.

Enda can go months without contact with the Binder and during these moments of respite, his sanity slowly begins to slip and the feelings of grief he felt on the day of the death of his family return. But the Binder always returns with commands.

It has been months since Enda's last contact with the dark being and for the first time, doubts have begun to surface. Why did the Binder choose him? What was its purpose? Why did it demand indiscriminate murders of mortals, both good and bad?

But most importantly, when will it return?