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Approved Characters

Buck Baker - Frankenstein/Agent - redbaron1234
Aradia Coventry - Witch/Agent - Witch Cat
Michael Viscardi - Vampire/Agent - Queentze
Richard Arachnidae - Myth (Arachnid)/Researcher - ShaggyDoo0
Bill Hadley - Gifted Human/Assistant Director - Holy Soldier
Persephone Kalavos - Myth (Gorgon)/Agent - shagranoz
James Harrison - Medium/Agent - jumpadraw
Mithias Varomere - Vampire/Agent - Wraithblade6

Agents: 6 Researchers: 1 Support: 0

Inactive Players and Characters

Leila Sarlos - Vampire/Agent - VampireOracle
Azrael - Angel/Agent - FallenTrinity

Character list last updated on December 12, 2016 (GMT +9)

[Witch Cat]

Aradia Coventry

Name

Aradia Coventry

Age

28

Race

Witch

Hieght

5' 11"

Weight

130 lbs.

Hair Colour

Blonde

Eye Colour

Blue

Description

With her sapphire blue eyes and silky blonde hair that flows and bounces on her shoulder, clear white skin and graceful steps, Aradia looks like something straight out of 50’s beauty magazine. However, she, like the rest of us, does have her oddities. Her skin is either unnaturally cool or warm, her eyes are dark and piercing, and her lips are fixed in a permanent smirk or sneer. Pale scars, reminiscent of claw marks, line her hips and shoulders, marks which she covers up with casual clothes. T-shirt, jeans, jacket, anything to blend in, however in certain occasions, Aradia isn’t shy to wear a frilly white dress and stand over a grate that’s blowing air. Though, she's more a fan of natural colours, deep navy blues, and lush forest greens with white or opal jewels that sparkle on her fingers and neck like little stars.

Visual

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Personalty

Aradia is a very reserved woman, drinking overpriced lattes in fancy cafes alone while she judges strangers from afar. None of that Southern hospitality had remained with her, however, cold as she may be, Aradia isn’t unsympathetic. She cares for the ones around her, hell, she might even bring a cupcake to work for a coworker’s birthday, but overall, she likes to keep that stoic and independent exterior. Aradia is also naturally cunning, quick witted and with a well well-hung tongue, she’s not afraid to snap back some sassy response even if she’s all tied up with a gun barrel pointed at her head, she might as well go out with a laugh.

Background

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Located somewhere in between the deep south where cousins marry, and up north where complaining about coffee prices is a norm, Aradia lived a relatively peaceful life. Going through the natural stages of life. Going to school, get A’s, make a crap short story in middle school, smoke pot in high school and go to college and graduate with a degree you never wanted in the first place. Everyone is always quick to say they hate life, and so is Aradia, but deep down she enjoyed it. Her parents were always there to ruin it, though.

Aradia did come from a long line of witches, however, she also came from a long line of religious fanatics too so no one really did get to express their more magical side. And Aradia’s parents were especially overbearing, the perfect conditions to grow a rebel in. Aradia’s grew and strengthened her short-lived rebellious nature in the form of witchcraft, she never really believed in the stuff at first, she only enjoyed the feeling of pointing at her parents and say “I curse thee!” in order to feel as if she has some control in her life before storming up into her room and slamming the door shut.

However, a certain power always resided in her home after she burnt a few offerings to the god of Who-Gives-A-Damn, it was nothing at first, colder weather more unpleasant dreams, but once the windows started to explode in and the bulbs constantly flickering, Aradia’s parents fear of her becoming something nasty wasn’t unfounded. Aradia was soon kicked out and ran into the arms of the only one who still cared about her, Grand Mama.

Her grandmother’s home was a nurturing place, one of serenity and peace, but even in those perfect conditions Aradia’s teen angst and hate for her parents stewed. Her grandmother, or Grand Mama, tried hard to convince Aradia’s parents to take back the girl, to be supportive and understanding but her struggles were in vain, it was clear they wanted nothing to do with their daughter, and so Grand Mama kept her. Aradia’s life was quite after that, her hate turned to apathy and she slowly fell out of the craft, she was back on track on becoming a normal nobody again.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Aradia was all grown up and ready to move out. Little happened in between. Aradia fell back into witchcraft, though, curious about her witchy past after she was hit by a wave of nostalgia when viewing a family album, inspiration arises from the strangest of places. She had begun her transformation into the hippie aunt who wore healing crystals by the time she left home, making her way into a homey apartment in a peculiar city that was never discussed about instead in hushed whispers and disapproving glares.

Aradia used to treat witchcraft as a simple tool for her to use, believing that no real harm could come to her if, however, her perspective on all that radically changed one day when she walked into her home to see it ransack, not by intruders, but by poltergeists who think hanging dead animal entrails on her lights was a funny prank.

That day, Aradia almost did make a bigger mess on the floor, but, instead of running away from the magic that caused this, she stuck around and continued playing. Playing with a lion’s tail would most likely be safer than toying around with demons, but she just had to satisfy her curiosity. She discovered many more aspects of the craft by doing so, the more destructive side, the more powerful side. Soon, the balance of the universe and life itself were just playthings to her, granted those playthings might kill her at any second but isn’t the thrill of danger what makes life so enjoyable?

Aradia soon found herself a job at the Syndicate, deciding to try to put her witchy past to use. A part of her did want to help the world by tracking down and neutralizing dangers, but deep down she knew she was just there to test out her powers. The work was dangerous, but the thrill and practice was worth getting all that ectoplasm on your favourite skirt.

Weapon

• The Bell
  This bell, infused with Aradia's power, can draw in or scare away spirits, with it's clear, and high-pitched tone. Ringing it with proper intent can invoke spirits for a seance or ritual, or drive away demons, ghosts, or any other unpure power that seeks to harm Aradia. (Note: The bell isn't able to banish everything, only small creatures or weak curses. Anything more powerful than that can only be weakened, and possibly driven away, or annoyed.)
• Athame
  A small knife, seemingly normal and uninteresting at first glance. The black-hilted blade is actually a very potent tool capable of showcasing many properties from acting as a magnet to slicing anything without even touching it. Aradia's blade, infused with her own magic, never dulls and is extremely sharp, able to slice through steel if enough pressure is applied. Also, holding the blade firmly in her hand can increase the potency of her spells during rituals and spells.
• String of Pearls
  Charged with devastating or holy power, dropping one of the beads can cause it to affect the area around it, usually several feet in diameter. Their abnormal properties are akin to Aradia's fourth power, able to subtly or clearly affect anything in the area, in terms of corrupting or cleansing the target area, without Aradia needing to first touch the target. These effects can be boosted morale or an increase in hopelessness, to causing disease or cure to spread quicker in the area, a more subtle and less powerful alternative to spread magic than using her powers. Placing the beads back on the string or destroying it are the only means by which the beads' effects can be halted, however, if left alone, the beads are able to affect the area for a full day before spending all their energy and becoming simple and non-magical beads again.
• A Totally Ordinary Cookbook
  The Grimoire/Cook Book is chock full of handy apple pie recipes, and instructions on how to summon a dark lord. Hidden among recipes for gumbo and perfectly seasoned turkey are instructions for different spells and potions and natural remedies that are cleverly embedded in the words to stop any nosey family member from reading through and figuring out what it’s for. The book itself, however, is not in anyway magical, however, it is infused with emotion throughout the years of its use, making it very handy to empower spells.

Skills

• Durable
  The magic that Aradia uses on a day to day basis has not only bewitched her charms but her flesh too. Its power twists and mingles in her flesh, blood, and bone, strengthening her defences. While she may not be able to simply shrug off a bullet like Superman, she has learned how to take a punch. Able to power through broken legs and gaping wounds, curses and spells with her increased pain tolerance.
• Dead Tongue
  Aradia, through years of casting spells, has honed a special talent, she’s able to speak a whole slew of mystic languages. From Latin to Greek to Arabic and much more, Aradia is quick at understand any language used for magical purposes.
• Enchantress
  Aradia's pretty face is a lot more useful than you'd expect. While not total mind control, Aradia's has a natural charm about her that makes her very persuasive. Able to tempt even the most headstrong of people with a few carefully chosen words and a flick of her skirt. Reserved as she may be, Aradia is deep down a people person.
• Wild
  Everyone has their animalistic tendencies, and Aradia is no different. During times of great pressure or stress, Aradia starts to grow colder, more cunning and manipulative, able to think calmer and quicker about the situation at hand. Her physical abilities also start to peak, getting sudden boosts of energy during chases, and a harder exterior and faster movements during a fight.

Powers

• Give in
  Aradia gives herself up to the unholy spirits that her craft attracts, letting them twist her mind and flesh into a horrible monster hellbent on death. Her once lissom figure and pretty face is now transformed to a lanky, and stretched mass of red flesh and black bone, with razor-like tooth and nail. Aradia loses the ability to control her body, everything she does is now controlled by the dark spirits that possess her, and their only ambition is to kill anything in front of her. However, Aradia can tap out of this state at will, but, the longer she stays in it, the harder it gets to tap out, and the process of gaining control again is very draining, usually leaving her physically weak and drowsy. Aradia is able to maintain this monstrous state for a few hours before it becomes irreversible.
• Deadly Aura
  Aradia gains the ability to manipulate life of any target within direct line of sight, allowing her to drain life, inflict sickness, leech off health, and, if concentrating enough, heal others in exchange for her own health or an unsuspecting victim.
• Magic
  A witch's most important skill. Aradia is able to cast a whole slew of spells, from chilling blasts to calling upon the undead. However, unlike her other powers, casting spells usually requires her to pay up in order for her magic to take effect. Costs can range from simple concentration to tapping into the eldritch energy within her, to burning basil leaves, or sacrificing a goat. The higher the cost, the more potent and powerful the spell. (However she is able to cast any magic she wants using only spiritual energy and centration, but overuse of this will lead to fatigue, passing out, or even death.)
• Cleanse and Corrupt
  Tapping into unseen cosmic powers, Aradia can tip the delicate balance of the universe towards corruption or purification. Gaining the ability to corrupt minds in order to turn them into wild rabid beasts (currently only able to affect animals), or purify the mind to shake free any being from unpure thoughts or control. Corrupt the body in order to weaken it and cause sickness, or purify it in order to boost one's physical prowess or strengthen wits. Corrupt the spirit to plant seeds of doubt into minds, cause tendencies to act and think irrationally and lash out, or purify the spirit to inspire and calm the target. Sentient beings aren't the only ones affected by Aradia's influence, the environment around her too is warped. In subtle ways like increased growth of plants or faster contamination of foods and wounds, or much more obvious ways like causing plants to grow thorns near instantly or trees to sour to their fruits and drop it on oblivious heads, or make beds of flowers bloom at will, but there's no fun in growing a garden, now is there? (These occurrences only start to manifest when Aradia has contact with the target, but Aradia can affect any target if a taglock and proper ritual items are provided to her.)

[Holy Soldier]

Age: Old enough to be yer daddy! What kinda' question is that? Y'born without manners kiddo?
Race: Gifted Human
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165 lbs.
Hair Color: Salt and pepper
Eye Color: Brown

Description: Bill was a handsome detective back in his early years, and some still say he can still wear it. He's a seasoned agent who earned his way into the Assistant Director's seat. His age makes him easy to underestimate. He can still outrun and outshoot the best of them and he don't need no fancy-smancy powers to do it. He is the scruffiest man you'll ever meet and always looks like he just left the house without shaving and threw on the old work shirt and work pants. He often wears his tie loosely around his neck, which usually messes with the OCD-folk in his unit, but they'll be all right. Loose tie, dress shirt, dress pants, and the old detective trench coat completes his ensemble...maybe a cigar and a mug of coffee too. His eyes aren't what they used to be, so he can be seen wearing reading spectacles every now and then. His body is covered in scars, old bullet wounds, and even scratches from beasts not found naturally in the wild.

Personality: Bill is a hard ass. You either can like him or you can hate him. He will always be over the rover harassing agents, especially when they screw up. He will get in the face of the largest and fearsome of beasts and tell the creature to go to hell without fear of consequence. He's probably the ballsiest old man most agents have ever met and worked with. He keeps the agency running when the elusive Director isn't around. No one has ever really seen The Director but Bill has and he doesn't disclose any information about him/her. Bill is a father-figure to most agents in the force. He doesn't get into anyone's business unless they bring him into it, so don't go telling him about boyfriends or girlfriends. Also, don't hint to him that you're dating someone. You'll never hear the end of it. Bill does what he wants and he likes to believe he operates at least 95% within the rules and procedures. No one is perfect and if anyone has a problem with that, then they can kiss his ass.

Background:

Jesus Christ where to start...

Yeah, that was me. I was pretty handsome back then.

I was born in 1960, when racism, drugs, the Cold War—all that was still goin' on. I was the last person I’d expect to be chosen to be a part of The Syndicate. I don’t have a history of valor, war stories, none of that shit. I was born and raised in Kennesaw, Georgia to Lauren and Mick Hadley. My childhood was spent mostly as a country boy, and eventually I went to college at Georgia State and majored in English. After that, I spent several years as an English teacher, and it didn’t pay all too well so I got into some dirty business. I was a thief—a bank robber to be exact. I got away with it for ten years, and I was so confident and sure that I would never get caught. I had a house, I had drugs, I had women, I had cars, and just so much money that I grew tired of it and started giving it away. It was all about how you stashed it back then.

Anyha, I might have escaped the thorough scrutiny of the FBI, but another agency approached me one day—one I’ve never even heard of or knew existed.

December 1992 was the day I was approached by The Syndicate…shit, was I amazed. They had figured me out and not just me…They figured out that I had an imaginary friend. It was either join The Syndicate or go to some crazy supernatural prison they got somewhere ‘round here. It was obvious what I chose to do…I RAN!

I didn’t say that I was smart back then. That hadn’t been my best decision, but The Director actually liked me and decided for me that I would become an agent. And now I’ve been in this business for 24 years. It’s a shorter time than most of these immortals, but I don’t think The Syndicate trusts non-humans. Hell, let that be a poor excuse. I’m good at what I do.

Weapons:

Springfield XDM 4.5: There is nothing fancy about the pistol itself. It is a standard 9mm built for accuracy. However, Bill does carry some special ammo cartridges for it.
xNormal - 18 rounds (2 magazines)
xSilver - 18 rounds (2 magazines)
xUV - 9 rounds (Single magazine)
xDispellers – 9 rounds (Single magazine)

Throat Knife: Bill carries a concealed throat knife that he carries up his sleeve. It’s small and looks like an arrowhead in appearance, and its designed to be inserted right into the soft area beneath someone’s chin. He not only uses this knife for combat but also to pick at his nails or cut open letters.

Skills:

Self-Defense: No one expected that the old man knew how to throw down. That was your first mistake. Bill is proficient in taking down at most five opponents in a single fight. He performs a mixed martial arts technique for submissions, grappling, and throws. He needs it now more than ever for he isn’t as strong as he used to be.

Charming: This guy…Most agents are used to Bill always being up their ass about every small thing. But when he’s around important people/guests or even a pretty lady, agents will see a side of him that they just might think is disgusting. When did he get so polite? That’s not Bill! Even as old as he is, the Old Dog still knows how to work his magic.

Management: It is truly an impressive skill to be able to run an entire Syndicate all by yourself. He’s been the face of The Syndicate for years. Some agents even think he is The Director.

Marksman: For a human, he is an excellent shot. Since he’s an agent in The Syndicate, most people want to believe that he’s using some sort of supernatural ability to hit the target so well. It’s called practice jackass! Maybe you should do it more!

Powers:

Kissy: What is Kissy, you ask? Why it’s Bill’s imaginary friend. She’s actually a pink fairy dragon about the size of a Volkswagen Beetle and just about as heavy as one when she wants to be. She has insect wings, sparkles, and flies around completely undetected by any radar except for when she moves objects. Mind you, this is how Bill described her to The Syndicate. How did The Syndicate find out about Kissy? Well, they exercised some damn good surveillance and might have even used some magic. No one can see Kissy but Bill—no one. She is believed to completely come from his conscience and is completely made up, but not even Bill knows how she exists. Bill and Kissy have been inseparable since he was young, and even now they still continue to be. They work together solving the world’s supernatural problems.

[ShaggyDoo0]

Name: Richard Arachnidae
Nickname: Spinner or Rick
Age: 27
Race: Myth (Decedent of Arachnae)
Height: 5ft. 4in.
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Black

Description: Richard is a fair skinned young man with an average face, the kind you would lose in a crowd if not for his six eyes. His main eyes are his largest and they sit in the normal position on his face, but about an inch above each eye is a smaller one, and the last set of eyes are closer together and about an inch above the middle set. Normally he covers the top two sets of eyes with a bandana to blend in easily. He is a natural bald and is unable to grow facial hair which gives him a more professional look. His arms and legs are covered with short thick brown hair. On the topic of legs,
Richard has four spiderlike appendages growing out of his back with three main joints and hooked feet. The only way to hide them is folding them up against his back inside a trench coat.

Personality: Richard is normally a quiet man who prefers to stay in the back and people watch, but the moment a topic comes up that he is interested in he can become very social. He is a pacifist by nature and will always prefer to settle differences with words rather than violence. Unlike others of his kind he despises being isolated, those who worked with him would even call him clingy.

Background: Richard never knew his parents as he was found as an infant by a P.R.I.E.S. agent in a back alley. His multiple eyes and arachnid appendages made him instantly something that the agent had to take away from the public area. The agent's name was Deanna Therize, a human researcher who liked to take the back ways to and from work. With him being a supernatural creature, it was hard to get the paperwork for his citizenship and to legally adopt him through the Syndicate. After x-rays, brain scans, physicals, and other sorts of tests the Syndicate allowed Deanna to raise little Richard as her own. The only clause to the agreement was that if Richard became agressive or hostile, the Syndicate had the right to take him into custody.
Most of his young life, Richard was watched closely by the Syndicate and his adoptive mother tried her best to keep him happy and raise him right. She did her job well and he had a semi normal childhood. As he grew his love for science and puzzles grew as well. Whwn he was old enough he began his studies and training within the Syndicate. A few years ago he graduated and now he works as a field researcher and is currently looking to become the head of the department. Sadly his mother won't be able to see him move up in rank as she passed away a few years prior to him getting the job with the Syndicate.

Weapons: Taser, pepper spray, and a 9mm semi auto Ruger that has never been fired outside of the shooting range.

Skills: Investigation - Richard is fairly good at finding clues at crime scenes and piecing them together.

Research - Richard's ability to speed read and his skill with searching files and databases means it takes him little time to find the information he is looking for.

Chemistry - Richard loves experimenting, expecially with chemicals. He knows how to make antivenom and antidotes to poisons.

Level head - So long as he isn't on the barrel end of a gun, or completely surrounded by people that want him dead.

Powers: Webs - As Richard is part spider, he has the ability to spin spider silk using spinnerettes that are at the back of his mouth. He can make two types of silk, the first is hair thin and extremely sticky but easy to break. The second is fairly thick and strong enough to hold up to two hundred pounds on a single strand. So far he has never been able to run out of the thin sticky silk but he can only make up to about ten feet if the stronger silk at a time. It takes a few hours for his body to produce more.

Pheromones - Richard constantly produces pheromones that make normal spiders friendly to him.

Venom - Richard's canines are fairly sharp with tiny holes in them that excrete a mild neurotoxin. The neurotoxin causes slight loss in motor control, making the person feel sluggish. The toxin is non lethal and wears off after
half an hour.

Spider legs - When Richard's two spider legs are out, he can scale flat walls with ease and grip onto things that his hands normally could not. He has full control over the legs as he has had them since birth. Just like any other muscle, they have to be exercised to stay in shape, even though they have a hard exoskeleton. Just like spider's legs, there is a tube filled with fluid that runs through them that expands and contracts to move the legs.

[redbaron1234]

Buck Baker

Name: Buck Baker
Nickname:
Age: Physical age unknown, but appears to be no older than 30. Has been ‘awake’ for ten years though.
Race: Frankenstein
Height: 5'11"
Weight: Large
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color:

Description:
Buck has the sort of body that comes from a lifetime of manual labor. While nowhere near a 'sculpted' physique, it is quite clear that he has a good amount of muscle on him. He tends to overdress, wearing heavier (and more concealing) clothing than the weather calls for, though doesn't show any signs of overheating.
Under all his clothing is a body covered in methodical scars. Most prominent is the characteristic Y-shaped scar on his chest from an autopsy. Other marks of notice are large puncture marks near major blood vessels consistent those used to drain bodies of blood and refill them with embalming fluids, and a series of long scars on the back of his head and down his spine that are largely covered by his hair.
Most telling of his nature are several areas of his body where his ‘skin’ can be peeled back without difficulty, revealing complicated brass clockwork. In addition his chest can be opened up, allowing access to the inside of his torso.

Visual:

Personality:
Buck is a gregarious fellow. He is quick to smile and laugh. He has no problems in calling others ‘friend’ much sooner than the other person would call him one. He’s even known to apologize to someone before knocking them out. It’s not unusual for him to invite other members of the Syndicate out for a drink or two, and often volunteers for dangerous tasks because he can take the punishment.
This gentleness should not be confused for weakness. Many a person has been caught off guard by how quickly he can turn against someone. He eagerly throws himself into a fight, striking hard and fast. While he would deny it if asked, a small smile betrays how much he enjoys fighting.

Background:
Officially Buck was rescued from an organ harvesting operation run by a rogue surgeon in a last minute SWAT raid; kidnapped as one of the many homeless in the city that could disappear without a trace.
In reality, Dr. Amy Treadaway did actually run an organ harvesting ring. However this was more to get materials and funding for her own research, taboo and esoteric as it was. Her lab was full of both organs and clockwork mechanisms, at the center of which laid Buck’s winding station. Buck was her first, and so far only, success in reanimation. While he had been ‘woken’ a few days before the raid, his first distinct memory was during the raid, when he was first taken out of the chair that served as his winding station. As paramedics tried to remove him from the chair, his abnormal nature became apparent. This, combined with the nature of Treadaway’s work, caught the attention of the Syndicate, who quickly took over the case.
Both Buck and Amy were given a choice: cooperate with the Syndicate or be destroyed. Needless to say, they both accepted. Because he could not remember much about his previous life, Buck was forced to forge a new identity for himself. With the Syndicate’s help, he's been able to develop a life for himself as one of their agents. Considering what little he remembered of his previous life involved living on the streets for ‘a long time’, he is quite content to be part of the Syndicate and has worked with them for the last 10 years.

Weapon(s):
Buck carries a .357 Magnum revolver. While it holds few bullets and reloads slowly, each shot packs a punch. Additionally the fact that a revolver can fire a wide variety of loads is a major factor in his choice, given what the Syndicate occasionally has to deal with.

Skills:
- Firearms: Buck is not the best shot, nor the quickest to the draw. However he can more than hold his own in a firefight.
- Brawling: Buck tends to rely on his size and endurance in a fight. His fighting style has been described as a mixture of kickboxing, wrestling, and plain old street-fighting
- Larceny: Whenever forcing his way in is undesirable, Buck knows several techniques to get past locked doors, crack open safes, and generally get into places others don’t want him to.
- Investigation: Between long sleepless nights, trying to catch up on the modern world, and simply needing to learn things for his work with the Syndicate, Buck’s become proficient in doing the legwork required to discover relevant information about a subject

Power(s):
Hard to Kill: Buck does not bleed, nor need to breathe. Poisons do not affect him unless they physically corrode flesh like an acid. His sense of pain is very much dulled as well, to the point that the easiest way to take him out of a fight is to mechanically disable his body (Handcuff him to a radiator, break his legs so they can't support his weight, even a taser would work so long as the juice flows). That's not to say that he can't die, it's just that nobody's found a way to put him down for good. Dr. Treadaway has a few theories as to what could kill him, such as massive brain damage or being burned to ash, but he's not jumping at the opportunity to test them out.

Patchwork Man: Buck’s partially mechanical nature not only gives him increased resilience, but also makes it very easy to recover from any damage he does take. He can do minor repairs to himself, so long he has the tools and a functional hand. More extensive repairs requires outside help. Given enough time, Dr. Treadaway is able to repair most damage done to him, or at least able to replace the damaged parts.

Indefatigable: Buck can go days without rest, and never tires from exertion. This is based on his clockwork heart. Under normal conditions he can go about 36 hours between windings. There is a small keyhole on his back, left of his spine, that allows a specially shaped key to wind his mainspring. He carries a copy of this key on a lanyard around his neck, though he cannot reach the hole to wind himself. Normally he uses the same winding station for this purpose, which takes about 8 hours. If he goes too long without windings, he becomes sluggish, slowing down until his body can no longer move. This is incredibly unpleasant for him, as he is still fully conscious during this time but unable to move at all.

Mechanical Mind: Dr. Treadaway did several alterations to Buck’s skull and brain. While she is the only one that understands the exact procedure, it was critical to his revival. It also had the side effect of making him unusually resistant to mental effects. For example, mental illusions rarely work on him and telepathic contact is difficult to maintain. However, physical illusions (I.e. Holograms and slight-of-hand tricks) are just as effective on him as anyone else.

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Micheal

Name: Micheal Viscardi
Nickname: Sparky
Age: 80
Race: Vampire
Height: 6'0
Weight: 195lbs
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Red

Description: Micheal has chestnut brown hair and his eyes are a menacing red. He was turned during his second year in college and this left him in fit, young body for the rest of his life. He has the runners build; lean with a little muscle here and there. Micheal has a flower tattoo on his back, and a tribal turtle on his left shoulder. Micheal would blend in with the average group of jocks and pretty boys at the same time. He has a hard brown line, most of the time he wears his natural "bed" hair throughout the day. One of his best features before and after he was turned would be his eyes, before he was turned they where a beautiful hazel that would flicker in the light, now they are a striking red, a deep crimson that pulls in any who looks long enough.

Appearance

Personality: Micheal is a fun-loving creature, he learned the hard way to make the best of any situation. Most of the time his behavior can be seen as immature, or not right for the moment but actually he takes most things very seriously but does not show it. Micheal has a way of getting under people’s skin with his smile, or the way his eyes shine, this is simply because he does not believe it is the end for him, and having an optimistic outlook on the situation makes everything better. Micheal can be seen smiling even when there is no reason to, but under it all there lies a dark truth for him, the truth that he is no longer human and that he probably never will be, never the less he still strives to make the best of his situation.

Background: Micheal Wirghtwater was born May 5th, 1936 in Sacramento, California. He was born a few years before WW2 started and while America was at the tail end of The Great Depression. He was raised by a single mother in a small two bed room apartment with 3 older brothers. As a child , Micheal was fascinated by war and the danger and adventure it brought. He had family who fought in WW1 and he would hear the grim side and also the stories of the different places they visited, what they did, how they survived. All throughout his childhood he said he wanted to become a solider and defend his country. So he learned everything he could, and became a "war hawk" as his brothers called it, listening to the radio like it was a preacher in church.

When he graduated high school at 18 he kept to his dream and enlisted with the military. He would participate in the Vietnam War and Micheal also died in this war as well. He was 24 when the US began to increase their presence in Southern Vietnam. When he was called into duty he went in with his eldest brother, his mother was in the hospital and his two other brothers where not heard from in a long time. Micheal and his brother Clark where killed in 1964 surprise attack while their unit was moving through the jungle. The where bombed on and shot down while they tried to flee to cover. Micheal was dying, he was severely wounded, and almost met his maker if it had not been for a Vampire who also enlisted and found him alive. Lawrence Viscardi turned Micheal so that the boy would live, but he could not save his already dead brother. The day after his "death" Micheal woke up in a barracks with a tall figure in the corner of the room looking at all the commotion. Soon after the two would take back to the battle field and Lawrence would teach Micheal everything he would need to know about being a vampire. They went through numerous battles, feeding and getting hurt, heal and so on until the end of the war in 1975. Micheal did not know that Clark was dead and upon finding out that Lawrence kept this information from him, tensions grew between the two.

After the war Micheal changed his name to Viscardi. Micheal and Lawrence had been staying in Australia and it was in the outback that Lawrence went missing. They went on a hike to see some of the wildlife and one moment Micheal had been trying to take pictures of some animals and the next Lawrence had disappeared from Micheal's radar all together. Over the next few years he would look all over form him, for months he searched around the world until he returned to the States. By now his mother was dead and his only two remaining siblings where off living life with children of their own, he searched for his "brother" and found traces of him everywhere, he tried to get help from any and everyone but could not find any solid evidence that he was alive.

The Syndicate came to play in his life when he was searching for help to find the older Viscardi. He had heard about The Syndicate from Lawrence and reached out any way he could until they finally answered. They came down to an agreement, that in exchange for help with his search he would provide his skills and services to The Syndicate in any way shape or form.

Weapon(s):

Brass knuckles that are gold and have his initials in the middle.

2 9mm that he had hand crafted on as a gift to his father before he disappeared.

Skills:

Silver Tongue: Micheal has learned to talk his way out of many situations, dealing with questioning humans and aggressive creatures of the night. Micheal can lie easily to most people with out any problem, and has a tendency to take advantage of this.

Father's Training: His father come from a time where if a man could not protect himself with his bare hands then he is not a man at all. So he had him trained to defend himself throughout all of their travels. He learned how to defend himself mostly in many different fighting styles, he only learned enough to keep him alive, but not enough to kill a man.

Vampire Hunter: Form all those years hunting his father, Shane has learned how to pick up on social cues of super naturals especially vampires. He learned their scent, and how they move through a crowd.

Undead Shooter: Shane taught him self how to shoot his 9mm, he uses his heightened senses to help locate his target and make a cleaner shot.

Power(s):

Bat Swarming: Shane can disperse his body into a swarm of bats, scattering into a human size swarm of bats for a few seconds and move quickly to any spot about 10 feet form his original position. He uses it often to help get in and out of combat and also to jump around his enemies. This ability takes a toll on his energy and makes him hungrier. Think of it as a short distance bat flash step.

Glamour: A common vampire ability that allows Shane to influence the mind of lesser beings (aka humans). The glamour is a simple slight of hand in the mind, Zane implies enough mental influence on his target that they become compelled to do what he says for a shot amount of time. Most glamours made by Zane only last a few moments and only work for small actions.

Vampire Physiology: When Shane was turned he was given the traits most vampires get, enhanced senses, strength, speed and regeneration. His senses are more sensitive, for example he can hear a hummingbirds heart beat. Shane can run as fast as a car, and see 100ft away. He can heal almost any injury, and depending on what the damage gives way to how fast he heals, if its s sun light burn its going to take a while but if it's a knife cut, then just a few mins. His can lift the average SUV, and punch through concrete.

Wallcrawling: Shane can walk, run, crawl, sit, leap, dance, and move on almost any surface. He can run up walls, stand on ceilings, and bogie down mountain cliffs.

[shagranoz]

Name: Persephone Kalavos

Nickname: Seph

Age: 22

Race: Myth (Gorgon)

Height: 5 foot 6 in her human disguise, 8 feet long in her true form

Weight: 160 pounds in her human disguise, 200 pounds in her true form

Hair Color: Red in her human disguise, N/A in her true form

Eye Color: Blue in both forms

Physical description of her human disguise: Rather slender, with curly hair and a small scar on her right cheek. Always wears a light blue dress, and has a green snake tattoo on her left shoulder, with no other body ornamentation. Wears wire-rimmed glasses.

Physical description of true form: Her skin is patterned much like so: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaboon_viper#/me.. and is scaly throughout. Her lower five feet are a serpentine tail, and she is human in shape above the waist. Her face is heavily wrinkled, and her hair consists of two dozen 18-inch long snakes with individual minds and personalities. These snakes can inject a venom similar to her own, although lesser in both dosage and toxicity. If she opens her mouth wide enough, one can see the two-inch fangs that normally fold up against the roof of her mouth.

Personality: Seph is very laid-back, with a rather relaxed view of the world. She prefers to talk things out without resorting to violence, but realizes that it may be necessary. Still, her ultimate goal is to cause the absolute minimum amount of mayhem needed to get the job done. When not on an investigation, she prefers more intellectual pursuits, and is in fact in the process of getting her degree in chemistry online. She also has a keen interest in magic, specifically in enchanting objects, and can be found assisting in arcane research on occasion.

Background: Gorgons are a very old race, and Seph can trace her own lineage back to the original Medusa herself. That said, being that she is fairly young herself, there isn't much to tell. She was born in Greece, but moved to Baylor at an early age. Middle-class background, used an enchanted amulet to fit in with her human classmates. Heard about the Syndicate two years ago, joined up, and got assigned as an agent. Her service record so far has been unremarkable, though.

Weapons: Seph carries a 9mm automatic pistol and a knife. Nothing special about either of them.

Skills: Chemical knowledge, negotiation, expert pistol shot.

Powers: Gorgon Gaze- Seph's stare does have supernatural properties, though some of them have been exaggerated in the telling. First off, it's an active power; she has to actually want to use it. Secondly, it requires direct, constant eye contact. It doesn't actually turn the victim to stone, merely paralyze them, and she can only use it on a single victim who's within five feet. She also can only hold the target for about five seconds, fellow supernaturals can resist, and it takes so much concentration that she can't use her venomous bite, though her snake hair can. Despite all that, it's still a very useful power.

Toxic Fangs: Seph can use her fangs to inject aa victim with a deadly neurotoxin that targets the victim's nerves, including those that control breathing and heartbeat. Her venom dose is so massive that paralysis sets in in about 30 seconds for a normal human, with death following from heart and lung failure in about 5 minutes. For supernaturals, effects could be delayed or nonexistent, depending upon physiology. Her snake hair has a similar venom, but effects take much longer to occur and fatalities are highly unlikely.

Fluent in Serpent: Seph can talk to snakes, but not control them, though she does have a degree of influence over the ones in her hair. As a couple of asides, she apparently has a thick viper accent, and she's heard all the Harry Potter jokes, which really annoy her.

Other- Seph wears a small silver amulet that disguises her as a human. Normal humans can't see through the illusion, but supernaturals can with the tiniest bit of effort.

[VampireOracle]

Leila Sarlos

Name: Leila Sarlos
Nickname: None so far
Age: 20 years
Race: Vampire
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 131 lbs
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color:
Natural eye color: Deep red (Example)
Faked eye color: Dark brown

Description
Leila has slightly wavy, gently falling dark brown hair that falls down to her mid-back. She almost never ties it up unless she means business, so it normally drapes around her face. Her face itself is an oval shape, with a rounded nose, arching eyebrows, and narrowed eyes. To try and disguise the fact that she is a vampire, she wears contacts to turn her normally red eyes a dark brown, which is the eyes color she had before changing. But her sharp pointy fangs cannot be disguised, so she tries to avoid opening her mouth too wide when talking with humans. She is tall and slender with well-muscled arms and legs, but not enough muscle to make her stand out like some body builder. Though she is not particularly tall, her broad shoulders and the way she carries herself gives her a powerful aura, especially when she is angry. She has three scar that are normally not seen, a slash on her upper right arm, one on her left thigh, and another on her shoulder.

Visual

Face Claim is Nina Dobrev

Personality
Her face usually found hidden in the depths of some hood, one could definitely use the word brooding, moody, or aloof to describe her. She tries to get away with as little social interaction as possible, preferring to stay in the background and watch rather than participate. You'll usually find her stalking around, eyes narrowed with suspicion, and when she is like that it is best not to try and initiate conversation unless you know how to tread carefully. Why? There are two possible reactions you can get. The first one is no reaction. She'll simply brush you off and not respond, or else give you a few vague words that won't answer your remark or question at all. But the second reaction will show how angry and fiery she can get, and how sarcastic she can be. She'll lash out and scold you, taking out her anger from that day out on you. Only if you are lucky will you get an answer.

However, apart from Leila's moody attitude, she is still quite useful and is not afraid of hard work. She is able to get things done efficiently without getting distracted, focusing only and solely on the task at hand. She has a good brain, and she uses it.

Background
Childhood
Tears. Empty promises. A new and strange place. The few memories that Leila has from before she was seven are few, and quickly fading. She remembers only a mother, never did a father make his appearance in her upbringing. Still, Leila remembers smiles, laughs, and happy days spent with her mother. But shortly before her seventh birthday, things started going awry. Her mother receded into herself, kept dropping her off Leila for daycare even on the weekends for the entire day. Started acting sadder, moving slower. When Leila's seventh birthday came round, her mother tried to make it happy, but there was a cloud hanging over everything. Leila forgets when exactly, but sometime later that year her mother came into her room to talk. She told Leila that she had something called "cancer", and that she had it bad. Her mother talked about how much she loved Leila, and how she would never forget her. A week later, the two of them stood in front of a closed door. The door to an orphanage. While everything else was unclear, Leila understood one thing. That she was being abandoned. Tears ran down both of their cheeks as mother and daughter said goodbye. Her mothers last parting words were, "I'll come one day and visit you, I promise! Remember that I love you, don't ever forget that."

Weeks passed without a word from her mother, and Leila slowly adjusted. But she never quite stopped peering out the window during lessons, hoping to see a car pulling up or for a special figure to be walking up the drive. Life went on, as it always did. Things got better, but then they got worse once more. When she was ten news came, but it wasn't good news. Her mother had died of cancer. Now older, Leila understood what the dreadful thing called "cancer" was, and she was devastated. Her devastation however, was shown not in tears or in tantrums, but in a lack of tears. A lack of emotion. A lack of smiles. But life went on.

Teen years
Her 13th birthday came around. She was still reserved and would never forget the day the news came, but she functioned. There were times when she would break out laughing at a joke, but there were still times when she would lay in bed at night and cry. Then, the time of first love rolled around when she was 16 and attending a high school. An outgoing boy named Lucas with mussed up hair, striking green eyes, and a humor that rivaled many. After a little while, they spent more and more time together, and Lucas brought one of his friends Liam (though he was 3 years older) to introduce to Leila as well. Leila, Lucas, and Liam became great friends.

At 17, it was time for the two lovers to learn how to drive. Liam, having already gotten his drivers license, was old enough to qualify as a supervisor for the two while they learned. One evening while the sun set, the three of them went out for a practice drive with Lucas at the wheel. Just after the sun had set and it was getting dark, an accident occurred. A driver misjudged the time that it would take to turn left out of a parking complex, and the driver thinking he had enough time, took the turn cautiously and slowly. At the same time, the trio were heading down the highway towards the turning car, and unable to stop in time, collided. It was a messy crash, Leila was brutally wounded and Lucas, he died within a few minutes of the impact before Liam could scramble out of the wreck to help his friends.

That night, a secret was also revealed. What was it? Well, Liam turned out to be, uh, a vampire. He was the only one who had remained conscious, and though he had been wounded as well, his regeneration took care of the more severe wounds. Under the cover of darkness, he examined his comrades. Finding Lucas dead, Liam didn't allow himself to dwell on it and examined Leila instead. After attempting to heal one of her worst wounds, it was clear that he did not have enough power to bring her back to health. One option remained, and the decision was hard for Liam to make. Would he turn her into a vampire like himself, make her immortal so she must live on and on, when perhaps she would have wished to die with Lucas? He had to make the decision himself, and he chose to turn her into a vampire so that she would be able to regenerate and heal the worst wounds. In order to turn her into a creature like himself, Liam had to make her swallow some of his blood, along with a few rushed incantations. The process was soon finished, and though she remained unconscious her body automatically healed most of her wounds. However, she was still taken to the hospital when the ambulance and police arrived, where they was plenty of surprise and wonder at how two people survived with minor wounds when one had been killed on the spot. Luck, they said. It was pure luck.

Once Leila was released from the hospital Liam met up with her and introduced her to The Syndicate, where she learned to control and use her vampire powers.

Adult years
At last, she turned 18 and was now free from adult supervision, no longer needing a guardian. After an invitation, she joined The Syndicate as an agent.

Weapon
She normally keeps around four or even five (depending on the situation and her mood) throwing knives on her that she is pretty proficient with.

Skills
-She keeps a steady head. As seen in her personality, Leila is moody and doesn't hesitate to lash out at others. But if the situation is a serious one, she knows how to stay calm and think things through thoroughly.
-Fitting and blending in. This skill comes in handy a lot, being supernatural. She has learned how to blend into her surroundings and not stand out like a sore thumb, while still keeping alert and watching the area around her.
-Remembrance. Though she does not have a photographic memory, she still has an excellent knack for remembering things... if she feels like it.
-Lip-reading. This is her one quirk, something that she taught herself to do for fun when she was young. So if you don't want her to know what you are saying, remember to cover your mouth.

Powers
-A "Normal" vampire skill set. Things that fall under this category are enhanced senses, reflexes, speed, and self-healing.
-Transformation. This doesn't mean that she can transform into anything she wants, only into a bat. A vampire bat, to be specific. However, while in this form she cannot use any other powers, meaning that her enhanced senses, reflexes, etc are lost.
-Healing abilities. By expending a lot of energy, Leila is able to heal the wounds of other people if she chooses. But there's a catch. She has to drink some of the blood of the person she is about to heal. This forms a kind of temporary connection that she is able to use to heal that person. The person will be healed, but it's not perfect. They will not be back to 100% due to blood loss from the healing process, and Leila herself will be fatigued. Because of this, she is hesitant to use it.
-Wall-climbing. She is able to climb up surfaces that are even perpendicular to the ground without any ropes or equipment. However, she cannot walk upside down.

[jumpadraw]

Name: James Harrison
Nickname: Jay
Age: 36
Race: Medium
Height: 5’11 (1.8 meters)
Weight: 165 lbs (75 kg)
Hair Color: Auburn
Eye Color: Green

Description: The most notable thing about Jay is the large cluster of scars encircling his eyes. The dark red and black streaks contrast drastically with his pale skin. He has a few freckles along the bridge of his nose, but most of the time they are practically non existent. Aside from that, there isn’t a whole lot more to describe.

Personality: Normally, Jay’s rather subdued. He isn’t depressed. He’s just lost in his own thoughts, constantly contemplating his state of being and the world around him. He finds happiness in the simpler things of life, and while he doesn’t want to spend his life alone, he appreciates the serenity that he finds in the quiet and calm moments of the morning.
Jay is one of the brighter souls in the city of darkness and monsters. That being said, he isn’t a pushover, and he can hold his own. Being a medium, his mood can also be more easily influenced by the moods and feels of the people, creatures, and even places around him.

Background:
Jay was born an only child on the outskirts of town. His parents were kind people, and never seemed angry towards him or anyone at all. His parents didn’t ever reveal to him that they had powers, but when his manifested at the age to 12, they didn’t seem surprised.
However, they did become far more worried, and when he told them of a dream he had on night, a dream of a pale man with flaming eyes and fangs, they began make arrangements to move to another city. They soon settled into their new surroundings, but the dreams still haunted him, and one night he awoke in pain, screaming at the top of his lungs. His parents told him how they had found him rolling around on the floor, chanting in some foreign language and trying to claw his own eyes out. The scars never healed, and there was something strange, almost supernatural about the wounds.
This was the tipping point. They sent him to live with his aunt Mary, assuring him that everything would be alright. He knew they were just trying to calm him down, but he listened anyway. Soon he was in living in Baylor city, and one night several months later, he awoke, knowing that every ounce of blood had been drained from his parents’ veins.
It took time for him to adapt to all the pained emotions and feelings around him, not only coming from himself, but all those individuals and places that surrounded him. Eventually his psychic intuition led him to find the Syndicate, and he joined their ranks as a agent, his powers making him an invaluable addition to their ranks. Much more happened to him throughout the years, though he never found the man that once plagued his dreams. None of that was important though. It was in the past, and what truly mattered what lay before him now.
Weapon(s): Jay hates killing, not only because it goes against his moral code, but because every pain he causes others he himself feels, albeit to a lesser degree. Still, he carries a revolver in case of extreme emergencies. Other than that, he carries a can of pepper spray, an extendable baton, and a flask or two of holy water.

Skills:
Martial arts. Jay is great at hand to hand combat, and has taken many classes on how to take somebody out while causing minimal pain or damage as he too can feel their pain.

Multilingual. Jay can speak many of the languages within the city of Baylor. This has been reinforced by his psychic abilities.

Blade use. Jay has taken classes in the use of a blade. While this was mostly as a way to improve his agility and footwork, it has also assured him that he will have the upper hand if he gets into a knife fight.

First aid. Jay has always been a sensitive individual, and because of this, he has taken many classes in first aid. This has been very handy in his line of work, and he has saved quite a few lives with his quick thinking and skill.

Power(s):
Aura reading. Jay is able to feel and see the energy fields surrounding people, places, and things. This helps him not only to perceive what others are feeling, but helps him to be a good judge of character. A downside is that this makes him more likely to feel what others are feeling.

Photographic memory. Able to recall memories vividly, as well as remember details about objects, people, and places that he has only seen once.

Precognition. The ability to see a possible future, especially involving himself and those ha deeply cares for. Often they are hazy and unclear, which sometimes leads him to make incorrect assumptions and sometimes second guess the course of action he is taking.

Intuition: The ability to know things without specific evidence or proof. For example he can tell if someone has been murdered, or if a suspect is guilty. Basically a psychic hunch. Granted, he can sometimes let his feelings (or the feelings of people and things around him) affect his judgement, so his hunches aren’t accurate 100% of the time.

[Wraithblade6]

The vampire Mithias

Name: Mithias Varomere
Nickname: *glares intently at you*
Age: n/a
Race: Vampire
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 170
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Yellow

Description:

Appearance

Eyes

Mithias was found early by the Syndicate, mainly due to the fact that he has some trouble not standing out among average humans. His light skin isn't such a big deal, but his eyes are clearly an unnatural shade. Thus, he has led his vampire life wearing hats and hoods and keeping to dim light, in which most human retinas fail to properly discern color. Usually, his long hair is down and he wears a suit in the office. His face is even and seemingly fixed in a "resting bitch" expression. He looks fairly athletic under that suit. 'claims he used to be a midevil knight.

Personality: Mithias was around long enough before a hellhole opened up beneath Baylor, and he doesn't want to see the activities of demons and the like giving his kind a bad name. As far as vampires go, he's friendly toward humans, assuming they don't initially flee in terror, but he has become completely comfortable with feeding on them, even killing them. He's always tried to incorporate some morality in his choices, ie. not feeding on the meek and innocent, but he will not stake his survival. In modern times, there's little reason for him not to drink donated blood, and so he prefers that. He is generally quite, surprised by very little, enjoys nature and for some reason playing the violin.

Mithias had stuck around for many generations after his making in order to protect and oversee his own family's descendants. When that family grew too big to follow, he walked away and became more interested in finding others of his kind and promoting justice from the shadows. The Syndicate helps him do that.

Background: Mithias has never gone into great detail about his origins. Suffice it to say he was a warrior, religious, and from Old World Germany. He doesn't have any great vampire contacts, but he did once travel through Alaskan werewolf territory during an extreme depression phase and was nearly killed. ...Better not ask him about that time.

Mithias is involved with the Syndicate as both an agent and a tactical officer. Usually, he analyses the information gathered by the other agents and stays out of the field during the daylight, but if the situation calls for it, he can personally stalk a target, act as a spy, or attempt a high-risk assassination requiring his vampiric advantages.

Weapon(s): Seeing as how small guns won't stop a vampire, or werewolf, or demon, or what have you, Mithias prefers to carry two modern, high tech composite swords at his sides when he is on dangerous missions. Severing a limb and bloodloss are so much more effective if a confrontation cannot be avoided.

Along this same vein, he has three, named daggers designed with barbed edges and rivets to promote bleeding. Heartseeker, Blooddrinker, and Soulstealer will quickly wear down stronger enemies.

Mithias can shoot, but even for a vampire, he doesn't have the best aim.

He is quite proficient with a simple leather whip.

Regardless, Mithias prefers a safe, tactical approach and would rather setup tripwires and explosives, or traps involving electric shock, flash grenades, or something for his target to inadvertently walk into. He gained a lot of this training and knowledge while working for the Syndicate.

Skills: Melee combat: Specifically Mithias is proficient at his dual blades. He's had enough time to hone his own artform, fusing his supernatural senses and reflexes into a unique style that can strike in multiple directions at once. He need not even turn his head to attack behind him as he can already sense the vibrations and hear the air being sliced around him. He is a whirlwind of blades, a blender of death and blood to any attacker that dares approach. On the other hand, he's not so good with hand to hand or grappling, except for what advantage his enhanced strength can give him. Even with his blood-letting daggers, he's quite reliant on the sword.

Warfare tactics: There are some adversaries that are simply too dangerous or too armored to take head on, and so tricks and traps must be employed. Mithias has studied explosives and some degree of chemical warfare. He more often intends to setup an opponent into walking into something that will either trap or kill them. He understands enough of non-humans to anticipate and counter their most often used methods of attack. He can lay traps or council his team on how to do so.

Leadership: Experience himself in the field has given Mithias the understanding necessary to remotely lead other operatives via communicator. When a team goes out, he tells them where to go and when to move and coordinates their individual actions.

Stealth: Mithias can follow someone and spy on them without getting too close. His senses always tell him when someone is coming and he can "vanish" in a burst of speed when necessary. He can hold perfectly still, even under duress, if it means avoiding being seen.

Power(s):

Typical vampire stuff: Heighted senses such as hearing, sight, temperature, air pressure, etc. And Enhanced strength and speed. Mithias could definitely flip a car, but picking it up and throwing it would be too difficult. Hence, he could jump longer distances, not take as much damage from falling, run unnaturally fast, and dodge really well. I'm not going to have him able to dodge bullets, unless he's lucky and knows it's coming from a far enough distance away to move in time. Close range, he's fucked. His strength is much less than a werewolf's, but on par with most young vampires. Strength is not his forte.

Mind Ward: Immune to any and all mental manipulation (magic). What this means is no other psychic or vampire or telepath or demon, etc. can influence his thoughts, emotions, memories, or even speak to him telepathically. Nor can they read his mind. This is the primary gift of Mithias' bloodline and is as far as we know, unique to him alone as a vampire.

Pyrokinesis: Low level ability, like putting out candles and starting small fires in fairly close range. With effort, he could bend flames and heat away from himself to escape a burning building, but he can't stop explosions. He can melt computers.

Fast Healing: Mithias can survive even severe wounds as long as they don't obliterate his body or crush his skull. If he gets impaled through the heart, he'll be unconscious, which is just as good as dead, basically, until that object is removed and the damage healed. His healing is also limited by how much blood he has consumed lately. He can only heal if he has the blood for it.