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This is the character sheet you will use to submit your characters. You'll notice that it is a bit more involved than the usual sheets and it was done purposely. This is a character-focused roleplay and to that end, we want everyone to well and truly consider their characters and really bring some depth and potential to them. Although I denoted them as villains, they are also flawed people that still have families and interests and the like. However, I will say that they should all carry a measure of darkness within them. I won't dictate how you bring that to the table, but to help inspire you, I'll say that these are not good people--not by any stretch of the imagination. The reasons you come up with for their capture and transfer to the Consortium to receive the death penalty was fully deserved. These are the kinds of people you think you would never see in real life and only hear about on the news or some such.

With all that said, let's also try to avoid the stereotypical supervillain type. If you focus on creating a three-dimensional human being, you'll surely be successful. Here is the skeleton for you. The last thing I'll say is that I appreciate character sheet formatting. I don't usually include a coding skeleton with my sheets because I like to allow people to format the sheets as they see fit and see how much effort they put into that aspect, but I have provided a code skeleton this time just in case people would like to copy the formatting I used on my own sheet instead of doing something on their own or maybe even to save time.



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L i l l i a n E l d r i t c h

Twenty-Nine | Five-Foot-Nine | 145 lbs


Ethnicity
Polish / Lithuanian

Nationality
Polish-American

Birthplace
Though her parents hail from Poland and Lithuania--Her mother and father respectively--Lillian was born after her family emigrated to the United States, specifically Detroit, Michigan.

Former Occupation
Former Army Military Police before transferring to the city of Osiris to join the homicide branch of their police department.

Appearance
An intermingled combination of flaxen and umber strands color her waist-length hair while icy oculars and devilishly arched brows create an intimidating gaze amidst her unpredictable countenance and slender face; Lillian Eldritch is a purpose-driven soul and her physicality supports this notion. A long frame highlights her proportional contour, bodily assets developed just enough to distinguish a definitive gender, but not in such a gratuitous manner that one might mistake her for a vixen. Her limbs remain lean though distinctively shaped and sculpted from a lifetime of vigorous activity and a regular regimen ingrained into the fabric of her being. A tattoo is the final piece of her corporeal individuality though it is hidden on the whole of her back underneath the various garments she dons for the outside world. The marking depicts an angry, yellow-eyed black dragon seemingly in mid-flight, twirling around the space her back affords before appearing to head straight towards anyone looking on from behind the woman. It's wings extend from each side of her upper latissimi dorsi and curl around her shoulders. It is the sole tattoo inked on her body and its significance remains a closely guarded secret.

Varying types of attire suit the personal tastes of Lillian, but she most often chooses sheer comfort over outfits that would likely leave long-lasting impressions--these kinds of clothing are saved for special occasions of which there are few. Standard denim bottoms, t-shirts, leather jackets, and sports attire are the regularly cycled articles of choice though the one area of indulgence afforded is footwear. Lillian very rarely steps into tennis shoes or sneakers, opting for an array of fashionable boots instead. The single constant uniting all her clothing decisions is the fitting nature of everything she wears.

Personality
Lillian Eldritch, though seemingly purpose-driven, is less mysterious than she is perplexing. Her persona is a study in dichotomous character, a contrast revealing how an individual is comprised of multiple sides and traits that come together to try and form a cohesive whole--a truly unique person, some might say. Outwardly, she is callous, a darkly humorous undertow causing some to question the true feelings behind the words that slither out of her unfiltered mentality. Her dialogue can be cold and venomous, yet it is also honest and direct where others would sugarcoat or wrap their conversation in a more gentle sort of eloquence. She sees others around her, but does not consider how her ways may affect them until she is already indirectly influencing their lives. Inwardly, Lillian is a torn and slightly confused being. She balks at the anger and intensity of her own words and actions while questioning their necessity--does this need to go that far? Do I need to be the one to do it? She is not the best conversationalist, yet she seemingly seeks out social interaction in spite of her rather ill-tempered mannerisms.

Overall, Lillian is an eternal work-in-progress that outwardly indulges in unhealthy and unappealing habits, all the while trying to temper her inward torrent of traits and character flaws that bring her two halves together to create an intriguing kind of personality.

Hobbies / Interests
Lillian actually enjoys reading as one of her major interests. Considering the nature of occupations, she finds reading to be a relaxing reprieve from the mentally and physically demanding duties she is accustomed to. Though she tries to fit in time to get through her many books, reading is not the only hobby she has. Funny enough, Lillian also used to be a huge follower of several TV series. Most that know or encounter her never guess that she would have the patience to sit in front of a television, but Netflix and cable were her best friends before the incident.

Skills / Talents
Lillian is the definition of jack-of-all-trades, master of none. Joining the military taught her to handle weapons and survive when there is no other choice, but it was never having good aim or being adept at combat that helped her to excel in the field of security and law enforcement. Her one true talent was always being able to completely cut herself off from emotion, if such a thing can even be called a talent. Even in the midst of the most gruesome and depraved situations, Lillian was always the most composed one in the room and her superiors used her to the fullest for this reason. Unfortunately, it would be this very skill that would cause her to walk down the dark path she chose.

Motivation/Crime Committed
In spite of her past, Lillian was eventually arrested and charged with serial murder as well as kidnapping, torture, and multiple counts of assault and battery. She had committed these crimes over a period of years and was finally caught after the trail of evidence lead back to her and she slipped up in her latest attempt. However, the motivation for these crimes began with the Executives Consortium.

Lillian was never one for the magically inclined community. Her husband was normal and because she, herself, was normal, their daughter was born as a normal human being as well. Her time in the military had shown her just how much worse crime and war could be when it involved the use of spells. The devastation came when her husband was killed in the scene of a rare, magically-charged battle between a team of Executives and a team of slightly formidable robbers. The damage from the battle killed and injured many more than usual and though the Consortium was held responsible for the carnage even after catching the criminals, Lillian never forgave the organization. She began a practice she had secretly started with a group of like-minded individuals in the military and kidnapped newer, less experienced Executives, torturing and killing them in a misguided attempt at quelling her own grief.

Where in the military she could get away with discretely offing people with her own team, the Consortium quickly noticed the murders and sought to catch the lone woman when she least expected it. Upon her arrest, her daughter was taken and Lillian Eldritch was sentenced with the harshest punishment available due to the compounding charges of her criminal acts in the military on top of the murders in the city. Taking into considering the fact that she was current law enforcement did her no favors with the Consortium. She, along with several others, were executed for their crimes on in the fall of the present year.

History
Lillian Amaya Eldritch was born to a middle-class family on the north side of Detroit, Michigan. Originally, her parents met in Poland and emigrated to the US seeking better opportunities for a more prosperous life. Her father worked in many different occupations before finally settling on starting his own business; he began a small company that specialized in software engineering and went on to grow the company into a respectable cyber-security firm. Lillian's mother was always a stay at home type after the emigration though she proudly served in the Lithuanian Special Operations Force back in her home country and before marrying her husband. Aleksy Eldritch met Regina when she traveled to Poland on assignment and the two completely hit it off from there, staying in contact with one another until Regina's service ended and the duo could marry and head for the United States.

Once his company took off, Aleksy began putting in more man hours, trying to create the life he had always dreamed of for his family. Though Regina respected her husband's drive and determination, the loneliness that had slowly developed shifted into a sharp resentment that she held within and hid whenever he did deign to come home every once in a while. These feelings eventually led to a pattern of affairs that Lillian grew from not understanding to carrying the burden of keeping quiet. To take her mind off of the parental drama, the middle-school aged Lillian stayed out of the house and spent most of her time outside and in the city. Detroit was not usually the place to walk around and sight see, but the young girl had always been fascinated by how different people could be and the many facets of life that seemed to scream at her as he simply walked down one street after another.

When she was caught and sentenced to the family property after school, Lillian took up reading and evolving her imagination instead. It did not take long for the love of reading to replace going out and imagining how others might be in the privacy of their lives. Books allowed one to partake of any world they wished and it was this kind of wonder that clung to the girl as she continued her grade school journey. It was on her graduation to high school that her parents decided to get a divorce. Aleksy had hired a private investigator to follow and document his wife's life unbeknownst to her and once he had the evidence, he went to work to securing his assets and making sure Regina would leave the marriage with as little as possible. In the heat of hearings and court proceedings, it was decided that Lillian would remain in her father's custody and that day in court was the final time she would ever lay eyes on her mother.

When high school finally began, Lillian had shed her previous child-like wonderment and bubbly self. Her attitude became much more subdued and reserved and the teenager was content to simply engage in her studies and nothing more. In spite of her good grades, her teachers noted the attitude and multiple counselors were employed to speak with the girl. They all came to the conclusion that she had cut herself off from the emotions she harbored for the breakup of her parents and the actions of her mother in particular, but Lillian always dismissed them. Without failing her studies and participating in mischievous behavior, the only thing counselors and therapists could do was to respect her wishes and let her wallow in the despair she had created for herself. As his daughter neared her high school graduation, Aleksy tried one last attempt to reconnect and began to share stories of Regina's service to her country's military. Though she did not revert completely, Lillian did find a piece of the curiosity she once had for life and, inspired by the stories, decided to join the US Army out of high school.

Lillian's service in the military allowed her first encounters with casters and all their various spells. She had always heard and seen stories on the news about people manifesting spells, but her family had only ever used talismans to make life easier once her father's company began to make a profit. As she traveled the world on orders, she was treated to sights of people casting spells naturally and was even able to meet and work with members of the Executives Consortium on non-dangerous cases involving criminals who used magic. Contrary to her outward reactions however, Lillian began to developed a deep-seeded distrust of the magical community. Having that kind of power did not sit well with her and her subtle expression of such opinions eventually caught the ear of a like-minded group within her platoon.

The unit invited her into their circle and explained how they had been making sure the most dangerous of these casters were taken out of the picture permanently, for the safety of all. Though Lillian refuted their beliefs at first, she could not deny that the idea of a band of casters using their power for destruction was too dangerous to just leave to the hope that the Consortium would catch them all. With this small team, she began helping in their off-book kidnappings. They team would capture casters near whatever duty station they happened to assigned to at the moment and torture them before outright murdering. Lillian participated in these activities for years until she finally left the military due to meeting her husband and becoming pregnant and transferred to the city of Osiris.

There she joined the homicide department of the OPD after having her daughter and swore off the kidnappings. She served in the department for two years before tragedy struck. She was called to the scene of a battle between a team of Executives and a team of criminal casters who had tried to rob a well known private security corporation. In the heat of the battle, many had been injured and some even killed. Lillian's husband was among dead and it was because the bank he worked at happened to be near the site of the robbery. The effects of the various spells cast had decimated the building, injuring most inside, but killing the others. Wracked with anger and grief that the Consortium would be so sloppy, Lillian began her crusade once more, this time kidnapping the least experienced Executives and torturing them for information before killing them.

Unlike the military and the benefit of traveling to different duty stations though, Lillian could not avoid the sight of the Consortium for long. Once they caught evidence of their own being murdered, they launched a thorough investigation which resulted in Lillian being arrested and her daughter being forcibly taken. Lillian was sentenced to death after it was discovered that her criminal behavior stemmed as far back as her military days and her execution date was set for the fall of that year. While on death row, the former MP could only reflect on her anger and wrath towards the Consortium as well as the fact that they refused to tell her what they had done with her daughter. The day before her execution day, she was beaten by prison guards for headbutting the priest who had come to deliver last rites.

Relationships
Family
Aleksy Eldritch
- Aleksy Eldritch was born in Poland. His parents both worked with literature with his father being a novelist and his mother a historian. Aleksy himself had always been interested in technology however. Though his family did not own computers or anything beyond basic smartphones, his curiosity for how things worked flourished in all aspects of his life. After graduating high school, Aleksy went to university on a scholarship and majored in computer-engineering with a focus in Computer Science.

He is a well-read, educated man who is usually has all his emotions under control. His major flaw was always his more obsessive qualities. Once Aleksy got into something, he threw himself completely into it and this caused him to lose friends and associates over the years because he would ignore them to work on some project or another. He met his wife, Regina, when she came to Poland and he was brought in to network on her unit's server mainframe.

Regina Eldritch
- Originally born Regina Aureli, she was born to a family of military officers in Lithuania. Being born to military parents, Regina always held the burden of living up to her family's expectations and to that end, she made sure she excelled in whatever she did. Whether it was her schoolwork, cooking, exercising, or competing in sports, Regina always made sure she was at the top of her class. She had aspirations of swimming professionally before she quickly decided to follow in her family's footsteps and join the Lithuanian Armed Forces. She began in their land force before her excellence of service allowed her the opportunity to be offered membership with the Special Operations Force. She took on classified missions in this capacity until she met her husband, Aleksy Eldritch, while on assignment in Poland. She was charmed by his knowledgeable persona and his matter-of-fact mannerisms. She thought it fit well with her own standard of pursuing excellence.

Regina, in spite of her upbringing, is a boisterous sort of person. She is an opinionated, decisive kind of person and gets along well in most social circles. Her major flaw stems from her upbringing. Being raised the way she was, Regina was taught to expect certain things of people and when they don't live up to her expectations, she had a habit of quickly losing respect for that person which would result in any number of negative actions towards them. It was these qualities that resulted in the downfall of her marriage to Aleksy.

Significant Others
Adam Ryder [Husband]
- Adam Ryder was Lillian Eldritch's husband. He was a man who worked for the corporate business-to-business department of a large bank in Osiris securing contracts and international clientele for the company. He met Lillian on one of his business trips to England and the two quickly forged a bond with one another. As Adam was nearing the end of his trip, Lillian coincidentally was nearing the end of her service and as soon as it came time for reenlistment, she declined the opportunity and left with Adam back to the United States. She found out she was pregnant as soon as she got to the city of Osiris.

Adam was a businessman through and through. He was good with people and he left an impression on those who witnessed him in action as he navigated through deals and clients like they were second nature. Though he did have a hectic schedule, he always seemed to be able to make time to see Lillian and their newborn daughter as often as possible. His job allowed them to live in a more upscale district of Osiris although the family was only upper middle-class without the wildly varying economic standards of the sprawling city.

Janae Eldritch [Daughter]
- Janae Eldritch is Adam and Lillian's daughter. She was born in the first year Lillian settled in Osiris. She was taken from Lillian after her mother was arrested for multiple crimes against the Consortium and the military and moved to an undisclosed location.

Magic
Devour
- This is a spell that concentrates an aura of black, wispy energy around Lillian's forearms and hands. It allows her to absorb and dissolve the matter in solid objects, disintegrating the object entirely. If used on living creatures, it allows her to absorb their vitality, killing them after enough has been taken. This can heal her wounds if she is hurt before casting the spell. The spell will end when the object she is touching disintegrates completely or when the living creature she is touching dies. In the case of living beings however, siphoning vitality is a constant absorption of magical energy which means Lillian must often cease the spell in order to avoid poisoning or worse.

Regurgitate
- This spell allows Lillian to reflect an attack back on the attacker. Projectile based attacks are absorbed and shot back at the opponent through small bolts of magical energy though if she is close enough, Lillian can touch the offender and allow them to experience the same pain and damage she herself just took.

Other
- Lillian enjoys smoking though she was never addicted to it. It was just something she did every once in a while and she hid it from her husband.
- Though she may not look it, Lillian eats like a pig. She eats enough that some say food is her real hobby and she just reads to hide that fact.
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i t i s n ' t t r u e t h a t s o c i o p a t h s n e v e r c h a n g e ; t h e y c h a n g e t h e i r m a s k s & t h e y c h a n g e t h e i r t a r g e t s .
A R S E N M E L K O N I A N
t h i r t y - o n e y r s. ▲ o n e s e v e n t y - s e v e n l b s. ▲ s i x f o o t o n e

[ ᴇ ᴛ ʜ ɴ ɪ ᴄ ɪ ᴛ ʏ ]
Armenian

[ ɴ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ ]
American

[ ʙ ɪ ʀ ᴛ ʜ ᴘ ʟ ᴀ ᴄ ᴇ ]
Hollywood, CA

[ ғ ᴏ ʀ ᴍ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ᴄ ᴄ ᴜ ᴘ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ ]
Debt Collector; Human Trafficker

[ ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ ]
You'll have to forget what you thought a Los Angeles gangster would look like, because if baggy pants, pulled up socks and wallet chains is what you were expecting from Arsen, he was sure to disappoint. Sure, he bore a few of the signs, but nothing people weren't willing to look over when he smiled. At 6'1" he is a coil of lean muscle beneath fair skin weaved with vibrant ink. His body is one that confesses maintenance and pride without pushing himself into any category of "meat head" or "hipster" and he is as unashamed of his own flesh as he is of his actions. Hair a deep brown, darker still in the winter, is shaved at the sides and slicked back with honed skill. His facial features display metal ornamentation upon his upper left cheek and left nostril and littered about his earlobes, caring little for balance. Beneath thick lashes his eyes are a shinning sky blue that seem to offer promise of innocence and angelic intentions, and lower still, his cheeks sink inward beneath high bones and seem to draw attention to a pout male models could be jealous of. His features are reminiscent of something almost feminine, despite the squared (and always clean shaven) jaw. His expression, his carriage, his gait...they are all flickering allusions- transitions between masks that choose to be displayed and flow as naturally from the man as the aura of calm confidence.

His wardrobe, while eclectic, has never been deemed cheap. Real silver dangles from his neck across his bare chest, dipping across more swirling images; ink of past and present. The same silver glitters from his abused knuckles (debatable on who would claim the abuses) and wraps around his wrists. He has collections of cuff-links and ties in his closet beside leather jackets, loafers and biker boots. What you wont find is tennis shoes or t-shirts, not in years.

[ ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ ]
His mind is a sordid place; shallow emotions (including reduced fear, a lack of empathy, and high stress tolerance), coldheartedness, egocentricity, superficial charm, manipulative, moral ambiguity, and a lack of remorse. He doesn’t see people as people; he sees opportunities, he sees targets and occasionally he finds accomplices, but he gauges acceptance and respect for others strictly upon their usefulness to him.

He is terrifyingly focused when he sets his mind upon a goal. He seeks to dominate and win at all costs. His social skills are also quite remarkable; a natural charmer, an expert storyteller who will play the victim, or the hero- whichever it takes. His face can be extremely expressive, but it’s trained, manipulated to a defined normalcy or character. He has never felt guilt or shame, least of all for his crimes. If he feels anything, it is powerful-- and now, now he feels vengeful because he has convinced himself of his own high morals and philosophy.

[ ʜ ᴏ ʙ ʙ ɪ ᴇ s & ɪ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ s ᴛ s ]
▲ Gambler
Their is something about horse races in Hollywood that enthralls Arsen, gives him a sort of peace and thrill that very little else can muster. Even as a child he junkied trips to the track with dear old Dad. It didn't stop there though, Arsen will bet on just about anything, especially if the price is right.

▲ Promiscuous
Arsen can't remember the last time he didn't get a girl (or boy) he wanted, and he wants a lot of them. He's got the "fuck me" grin down to an art and lacks any abashment in its constant use. Granted, if that doesn't work he's got other means to get what he wants.

[ s ᴋ ɪ ʟ ʟ s & ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ s ]
▲ Hood Rat Shit
All that basic hood rat shit you grow up doing with your friends. He could boost a car, though it depended on the model. He could shoot a gun, though his accuracy speaks of a "more bullets, less aiming" technique and obviously had no professional training. He could break into almost anything, but he couldn't disable an alarm, he just wouldn't care. Cardio and jumping fences in the concrete schoolyard were necessary skills for respect by the age of nine.

▲ Ruthless
"Gives no fucks" doesn't even begin to cover it. When they took down Arsen he was taking a metal baseball bat to a woman's leg for trying to escape his penthouse and he didn't stop swinging when the FBI agents busted in with guns, screaming about his imminent arrest. Armenian slurs and threats made the walls shudder, directed at them all, spilling from the well dressed and blood stained pretty boy as he continued to heave the bat. It took two FBI agents to wrestle him away though he never turned the weapon from the woman. When asked about her later he seemed to have completely forgotten and started going on about burning down the entirety of LA just to kill one rat. He would do it too, and he would smile as the smell of burnt lives tickled his nostrils.

▲ Straight Faced Liar
That's the thing about people, monsters, like Arsen...you never really can tell. If you could hear the litany of excuses people make for falling for his shit, well, we would be hear a while. He had masks for all occasions. He was, literally, the guy on the news whose neighbors rambled something about "He was always such a nice boy. Never caused any problems. Watched my cat once and didn't steal a thing." He just wasn't the type to fuck you over, ya know? Too clean cut, too well spoken, too polite, too well connected. And honestly, no one had any idea the madness he was capable of, thankfully, he probably didn't either. Not then...

p e o p l e l i k e t o s a y m o n e y a i n ' t n o t h i n g ;

b u t n e x t t o p o w e r , m o n e y i s e v e r y t h i n g .

[ ᴍ ᴏ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ & ᴄ ʀ ɪ ᴍ ᴇ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴍ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ᴅ ]
You could say that the government handed over Arsen because they really didn't want to deal with him. The scramble to tear apart the human trafficking ring had been driving them crazy. They'd worked their way from one source to another, taking years to figure out who was at the top. In the end, after all the birds had sung it seemed that song was about Arsen.

But it wasn't just that the government didn't want to deal with it, the Consortium had been looking for someone just like him to make an example of. It was sickening, those that enslaved people for their magic and sold them like pieces of equipment to be wielded until they eventually burnt out. The case was solid. Hell, even a few of his victims came forward and sobbed their eyes out for the media so no one would feel at all bad when Arsen Melkonian was put in the earth. They'd feel bad for magic users, for the persecution they had to deal with. Persecution? THEY HAVE FUCKING POWERS. Nobody handed him powers as a child, he worked for his, and even without magical inclination he wasn't the one out there being a victim.

In the end, Arsen Melkonian wasn't enraged that he was put to death. He half expected to die every time he woke up. What really pissed him off was that the Consortium used what he'd done, twisted it to make cases for the rights and the terrible abuses that magical users constantly suffered. Fuck them, magic users were no better or worse than everyone else, they just cost a bit more was all. And fuck the Consortium twice because they were the assholes out there wrangling up magic users and forcing them to play on their side. You want to point fingers at black things? I see you kettle, and I raise you.

[ ʜ ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ ]
The Armenians already had a substantial foothold when Arsen was brought into the world. They ran much of the underground gambling in Hollywood and dabbled in a variety of other unsavory professions; fraud, drug dealers, gun runners, muscle for hire, prostitution, neighborhood protection and extortion, just to name a few. If there was money to be made, Armenian Power wanted some of it.

Arsen’s childhood was no different from anyone else in his neighborhood so he had no reason to think of it as bleak or spectacular. It was a fine gradient of gray. Sure, his Dad would smack him up if he got caught doing something stupid, but this only taught him not to get caught-- which was likely the lesson intended. He respected his father, specifically because of the power he wielded. This respect extended to his mother, for he saw who held the true power of their home. Subconsciously he has always feared his mother, the sway she held and the pinched smile that wrought destruction on his anxiety.

By the time Arsen was in elementary school he was already a part of something that resembled a gang. Sure, they only dabbled in stealing neighborhood kids bikes and candy from the shop on Santa Monica, but they became his foundation. They withheld names from teachers who tried to force them to tattle, also a foundation for the life they were being groomed for. He was already showing signs of ruthlessness; bullying children out of their lunch money and intimidating even his own friends to keep them in line. They were loyal out of fear, and Arsen learned to control this and nurture this. Sparingly he offered them compliments and often insults so they came to live for his acceptance.

When he reached high school any psychologist that he allowed in (there was none, his parents would never have sent their child to an outside source) would have labeled him a full blown sociopath. He was the type of guy who made bets about girl’s virginity and peer pressured people into situations often enough that they learned not to ask questions. They smoked cigarettes and drank in the graffitied alleys of their city. And it was their city. Anything they wanted they could have. Cars? They stole them. Women? They coerced them. Grades? They threatened violence that their straight laced teachers had no way of getting around. Not that Arsen couldn’t have received good grades if he applied himself. He was intelligent, he simply chose to bend it away from academia.

One year out of high school he was lifting cars for one of his friend’s fathers and the cops had begun to catch on. They set up a trap and caught one of Arsen’s closest friends (due to length of relationship, not emotional bonds). The guy ratted on Arsen and two of the other guys and while he managed to keep quiet about the elder involved, it wouldn’t save him. For 8 long months Arsen paced in a cell thinking of only one thing. He woke in the morning and thought of it, he made notes at night and on the day he was released he found his rat “friend” shacked up with some soon to be hooker. He was careful. He recruited the others who had done time for the fiend and they bolted large metal plates to the window late in the night. They didn’t even attempt to be quiet, there was no need. He liked the sound of the two of them scurrying around the house. They sounded like the rats they were. When they finally tried the front door they were met with the gaping maw of a shotgun and a smiling Arsen, head shaking with a tsking no and they retreated back inside. He epoxied the door shut and sang Tupac under his breath while he waited for it to dry. Then he lit the place up. He pictured them trying to burrow in their filthy nest. He fucking hated rats, almost as much as he hated victims.

It wasn’t long before he had a full time job for pops working as a “debt collector”. They didn’t simply knock on doors and request payment, no, by the time the orders reached Arsen matters had gone beyond a simple knock. These were people who would repay their debt, one way or another. Sure there was an occasional kneecap that got shattered, but while Arsen was a fan of violence, what he really enjoyed was making them work it off. Kidnapping daughters and wives turning them over to pimps who would pay their father’s debts. Taking their sons, or the debtor if physically able, and handing them a gun for a day. A headshot and payment in full. The higher the debt, the more cruel and immoral the job that was likely handed over. Arsen got a sick pleasure out of watching the righteous fall. Staring down at their bobbing heads while their tears mixed with his own saltiness.

It wasn’t long before some of those who took people in exchange for their debts started making more and more specific requests, and while there was always a sorry SoB who owed Armenian Power money, they weren’t always the caliber requested. He turned to night clubs, to coffee shops, hell, he even dabbled on tinder to locate these special cases. And he learned something else, when they didn’t have previous debts, they were pure profit. Someone replaced him gathering debts for his Father and he began his own venture paying Armenian Power a share of his profits. He acquired help from his loyal elementary school gang, all grown up yet still the simpering simpletons who would cringe and avert their eyes when Arsen was displeased. Business was booming. Soon he had a luxurious condo in Hollywood and a place in New York, Brazil, Russia and Germany. Everywhere he looked all he saw was markets waiting to be tapped, legs that equaled profit, strong wills that begged to be broken.

All up until his arrest. What a media shit show that became.


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▲ Family
N a r e k M e l k o n i a n
Dear old Dad, the tree from which the evil apples tumbled. He runs the gambling trade for West Side AP XIII. Pretty good relationship with the Russians, hell, he even sleeps with a few pretty regularly. Arsen originally worked for his father collecting debts, but soon he charmed his way into other positions of power not beneath his father.

A n k i n e M e l k o n i a n
While his mother was a quiet and reserved woman, she was not someone to be trifled with. She had no problem ratting on anyone and everyone, including her sons, to her husband. He would rectify any situation, move heaven and earth for that woman. It was a wonder she didn't have magical abilities of her own keeping the three men in her life in check.

D a v i t M e l k o n i a n
The youngest of the Melkonian clan. Somehow this one turned out to be much less of a piece of shit that what his surroundings should have dictated. Not that he went off to college and got a legal job, that would have brought shame to the family. He stuck to Father's side, running much of the illegal gambling as the old man grew older. He did manage to find himself a decent Armenian girl and settled down. The relationship between Arsen and his brother is tense, but he is likely the only one who really understands and accepts how much of a monster his brother is.

▲ West Side AP XIII
The only lover Arsen hasn't kicked out at sunrise was the streets and Armenian Power was the defining key in that relationship. Born in then sworn in; blood and sweat with no room for tears. He's good at what he does and they gave him a chain leash with a lot of slack. Maybe it was because of his Dad? Maybe they fell for his bullshit? Maybe they saw through it and figured better to lie with a monster than have him waiting beneath your bed? Likely it is all of the above in varying degrees.

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▲ Light Eater
A simple snap of those tattooed fingers and darkness takes hold within a confined space. Windows and doorways will saturate themselves with a rotten smelling blackness. Man made light will flicker and fade, be found malfunctioning or completely broken. The rays of light that had previously existed are consumed within himself; devoured and used to fuel his own night vision and boosts healing for as long as he stays within the dark. If more light is added to the room from an outside source he would have to re-consume.

▲ Silver Tongue
Like a cliche mobster Arsen need only lean in and whisper in your ear and the spell takes hold, it races through your own mind, flipping the required switches and what he said is deemed true, is deemed an order. It rings upon your consciousness as if it stemmed from your own mind and changes you. Of course, you will likely begin to wonder why you would have such a compulsion, but that will come after the fact. The further away Arsen is from the target the more magic it requires. The greater change in natural habit or perception, the more magic required.

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▲ Drug Use
Other than cigarettes and alcohol Arsen despises drug abuse. He's seen it too much, he's gained too much from the flaws it imparts and finds it to be the crutch of the lowest forms of humanity. It's a weakness, and while he loves to exploit them, he still despises them. This extends to the oddity that he has never so much as touched an aspirin.

▲ Superstitious
Born and raised, but isn't open about it.
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26 | 5'7" | 134 lbs


Ethnicity

French/Austrian


Nationality

Isolian


Birthplace

Eury, Isola


Former Occupation

Madam of one of Isola's leading escort services. More bluntly put: she ran a brothel.


Appearance

Andromeda is a woman of luxury. Her honey-golden locks fall at the middle of her back when they're loose, but more commonly she wears it half-up/half-down, making sure that it's voluminous and mane-like. That's a pretty accurate parallel to make; Andromeda can be best described as a lioness. Her figure is full and unapologetic, yet fit. Most of her outfits consist of high-end dresses and heels sharp enough to carve with. She is usually adorned with tasteful jewelry, the only constant being a thin, simple, silver ring she wears around her pinky.


Personality

The whole lioness metaphor is applicable to her personality, as well. To work in her field, one cannot be a sheep; Andromeda is an exceptional example. She is strong-willed and silver-tongued, yet it takes a lot for her to get angry for petty reasons. It's a quiet yet piercing confidence she possesses; one that assures everyone knows of her presence and character even if she doesn't make a sound. In spite of all this, however, she's not much for small talk, and really keeps to herself unless it's necessary for her to engage another. The one thing Andi is quick to do is defend herself or her principles, and if there's even a whiff of threat to either, she will pounce.


Hobbies / Interests

As a woman of luxury, Andromeda's hobbies include rolling in sheets of silk and drinking champagne in a bubble bath. Cleanliness and organization are both important to her, so she spends whatever energy needed making sure her possessions are in order, and that the house never falls below her standards. She also enjoys reading historical texts, as well as those that explore the psyche; mostly to educate herself on the human condition. With knowledge comes power, after all.

Skills / Talents

Make no mistake; while Andi - as only a rare few know her - has cravings for the finer things, she also knows how to get her hands dirty. As a Madam, she's had to learn how to assert herself from the more uncivil characters that slip into the rooms and foolishly try to cheat their bills or take advantage of her. She is passable at hand-to-hand combat and is definitely not afraid to deliver a swift kick between the legs. She also has a particular knowledge of how people tick, and therefore can charm people to her way of thinking.


Motivation/Crime Committed

Andromeda dealt with the most classified clientele that passed through the house. Surprisingly - or perhaps, unsurprisingly, really - a good percentage of those VIP were members of the hallowed Executive Consortium. One such Executive had a particularly promiscuous daughter, who began working on Andi's team of girls under a different identity. Unfortunately for the girl's poor father, he found out after having accidentally been brought to her room for the night. As one can imagine, all hell broke loose - the Executive raged on and on about the immorality of the place and eventually managed to shut the entire operation down, claiming that Andi was using magic to trick the girls into working for her. The other major clients, not wanting to have their names tarnished by multiple visits to the brothel, supported the claim. This of course was not the case; all the girls that worked at Miss Neela's were there voluntarily, either for pleasure or for profit.

Andromeda was consequently arrested for human trafficking and illegal use of magic, but since the Consortium couldn't prove that she had done anything to deserve a heavier sentence, she remained in a general correctional facility with Jaemy. Still, she was furious. The house was the only remaining memory she had of her mother, and the only family she had were the women in it; and it had all been taken away from her by selfish hypocrites. This, coupled with the abuse she was experiencing from the guards who prattled on about how "she should be used to this after working in a whore house", was enough to warrant a festering need for vengeance. She got her hands on a small, sharpened piece of metal fashioned from an old razor blade, and when the guards invaded her cell for their weekly fun at her expense, Andi stabbed their smug grins right off their faces. This earned her a sentence of death.


History

Raised by a single mother who had really only used her biological father to produce a child, it was no wonder Andromeda turned into the resolute woman she was. Neela Bair, born and raised in a humble farm in France by two honest parents, wanted more than the green grass and fresh milk her childhood had to offer her. It was a comfortable, yet predictable life the Bairs lived - but Neela was never one to need comfort or routine. She spent her nights out with men, for pleasure and for sport, unbeknownst to her parents, who thought she was the picture of innocence. Independent and hungry for something else, she dropped out of college during her second year and moved away from home without much resistance from them, who only wanted her happiness. She found refuge on a trading ship heading to the country of Isola, and it was on this ship that she met Wesley Pryce. Wesley was instantly taken by her and offered her sanctuary in his room, and Neela, excited though not really interested, played her part by his side.

In the city of Eury, she lived with Wesley and yet did not belong to him; she had countless affairs with other men while they were together, and while Wesley suspected something of this, she would charm him back to content every time. Eventually she understood what it was that Isola needed from her; a business for women, by a woman. It was then that she began Miss Neela's, though on a much smaller scale, and after it's rapid growth and eventual stability, Neela decided that it was time to sever ties with Wesley. But first, she would get her own companion from him.

Nine months after the breakup, Andromeda was born.

Contrary to what one might think of having a Madam as a mother, Neela dutifully kept her daughter from the house and made sure Andi had a good home away from business. She sent countless pictures and letters back to her parents in France, making sure they knew their daughter was alive and well, and more importantly, that they now had a beautiful granddaughter. While she made sure her parents knew nothing of what she actually did, Neela made sure to be honest with Andi, and told her little tidbits of her occupation as she grew older. Andi absolutely admired her mother, and absorbed everything the woman had to teach her like a sponge.

Other than her mother's unconventional job, Andromeda (who wasn't really magically inclined) was just like any other girl. She sang to herself, played with dresses, and had a best girl friend; Jaemy Galland, who, interestingly enough, was born to a woman who worked closely with Neela in the bordello. Andromeda's mother promptly offered to have the child stay at the Bair residence during work hours, and Andi was more than happy to have a friend. Being a few years older than Jaemy was, she took lead and cared after the girl, simultaneously a mother and a sister.

In school, she was intelligent and keen to learn - regardless of the disapproving looks, and sometimes words, she received from teachers and parents who had hunches of what her mother did. While all this negativity probably nestled itself somewhere deep in Andromeda's psyche, she refused to let it touch her and instead became incredibly excited to join her mother in the business. Only when Andi turned sixteen did Neela finally allow her to step foot into the workplace, and after years of having taught her that it was not anything to be ashamed of, Andromeda welcomed the house and its girls with open arms. She began learning the ropes of the business in terms of how to run such a place, with the most important rule being that there should never be a woman under that roof that didn't want to be there. The place was a sort of sanctuary for girls that needed or wanted to be there, and the Bairs treated it as such.

It was around the tail end of Andromeda's seventeenth year that her mother developed lung cancer from the years of smoking. Neela Bair passed away on Andi's nineteenth birthday, and she promptly dropped out of college to tend to the only remaining link she had with her mother. Business flourished thanks to Andromeda's proactivity, although she herself was never involved in anything behind closed doors. It was her job to get paying men in and out, and so she swooned and sweet-talked clients into spending evenings in their rooms. Eventually, hushed word carried up into the big leagues, and her rooms began filling with Executives from the Consortium. All was going swimmingly until the incident, and the rest is history.


Relationships
Family

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Significant Others

Jaemy Galland
- Andromeda's right-hand woman at Miss Neela's, and possibly the only person she trusted aside from her mother. The two were basically sisters; Jaemy's mother worked for Neela, so she was a frequenter at the Bair residence for playdates with Andi while their mothers worked. Jaemy was also arrested during the incident, but the two were separated after Andromeda was sentenced to death.


Magic

Sway
- This spell allows Andromeda to alter or plant thoughts, ideas, or memories into another's psyche by way of direct eye contact. The receiver of this influence will think these new pieces of information are facts, and will not be able to differentiate between the altered/planted thoughts from their own. The duration of this spell depends on how big or notable the change in memory is; the bigger the change and the longer it needs to be planted, the more magic it requires.

Dissolve
- This spell allows Andromeda to turn objects of solid matter into ghostly forms of themselves, allowing for safe passage through them. For example, if Andi casts this on a section of wall, she, and whoever is touching her at the time, will be able to walk right through into the next room. This spell has a short duration and will only last for a few moments unless Andromeda recasts it.


Other

- In another life, light-years from this one, Andromeda would have loved to be a mother.
- Contrary to what people think of her and her occupation, Andromeda could count on one hand the amount of lovers she's had to date.
- There are still scars from the guards' time with her. They only seem to appear in times of hysteria, if ever.
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Julius Thiel

32 | 5'11" | 185


Ethnicity

-White (French/Dutch)

Nationality

-American

Birthplace

- Orange County California

Former Occupation

- Public Speaker, Writer. (Terrorist Leader)

Appearance

- A fit man with coifed black hair and light brown eyes, all of Julius's clothing is bespoke,
and some items cost more than some peoples monthly wages. His otherwise handsome face has been marred with a recently broken nose, and dark, yellowing bruises circle his intense dark eyes. His startlingly white smile has a dark spot where a tooth had been knocked out. He wears an expensive metal wristwatch that's covered in a spiderweb of scratches. On the back of the watch is engraved- 'You cast a love spell on me.-C'

Personality

- A total Type A personality, Julius is confident to the point of domineering, self assured to the point of narcissistic, Julius has spent so much time cultivating his outward appearance so that it's hard to see behind the smile and the booming voice. What does exist behind the facade is fear, anger, and a rapacious desire to control, fueled by a desperate fear of losing power. Julius as invested so much of his own self worth in the idea of his being a magic user that oftentimes his entire assessment of a person begins and ends with their ability to spell cast. When it suits him, he is incredibly courteous and charming, which had won him much in his life. One of the easiest ways to send him flying into a rage is to bring up his ex-girlfriend, Chloe.

Hobbies / Interests

- Reading political and historical texts. Julius jogs, wrestles, and swims. He occasionally picks up his guitar and noodles around with it.

Skills / Talents

Rhetoric, Writing, Wrestling, Guitar playing

Motivation/Crime Committed

- Julius agitated for the establishment of a Magocracy, and was tried and sentenced to death when he was discovered to have been the head of a terrorist group that had been responsible for the assassination of several vocal Consortium members who decried his efforts for creating a magician controlled society. When the Consortium came to bring Julius to justice, he resisted arrest in a magical firefight for over 16 hours, killing 4 Consortium agents and 3 non-magical soldiers by himself. He has gone from being admired as a handsome intellectual dark horse to being reviled as a monster.

History

Born to two lab techs working in a Consortium hospital, Julius grew up around magic users, and, growing up with two parents that served magic users, came to believe early on in the superiority and importance of magicians over ordinary people. When he was 12, he discovered his magical talent, much to his own delight. Joining the Consortium, Julius became distraught when he discovered the fact that the Executive Consortium, despite it's (to him) obvious superiority over non-magical forms of government, never acted on it's power to rule the world. As a charming and well spoken young man, he courted the favor of wealthy and powerful magicians who saw him as an excellent public face for those pushing to create a magocracy of the Consortium while he was in college. Upon graduation, Julius began a career of working at numerous think tanks and publishing controversial papers 'proving' the superiority of magic users, and used the success of the Consortium itself to encourage the creation of a magocracy, leading to him going on a speaking tour that had him being banned from several college campuses. As he got older, Julius became more and more frustrated with his lack of actual accomplishment of a magocracy, and began a covert war against the Consortium, forming the Thelemic Dawn, a terrorist organization that had first tried to threaten and blackmail prominent members of the Consortium into supporting the Magocracy. When that failed, the Thelemic Dawn began assassinating members of the Consortium, planning to replace the now empty positions with their own members. When an undercover agent discovered the attempted coup, Consortium and military forces all converged on the Thelemic Dawn headquarters. For the next 16 hours, the Julius Thiel and other Thelemic Dawn members resisted arrest, exchanging both gunfire and battle magic, resulting in causalities on both sides. When a fire started in the hideout drove out the terrorists, Thiel surrendered, and was arrested. He was quickly sentenced to death.

Relationships
Family

Julius' parents had passed away together in a car accident 3 years prior. While he does have an extended family across the country, he's rejected them for being nonmagical, and hasn't spoken with any of them for years.

Significant Others

The last person Julius had been close to was his ex-girlfriend, Chloe. They had been in an on again off again relationship for 6 years, and she was probably the only person he had ever cared about completely. Julius had been sure to isolate Chloe from any connection to the Thelemic Dawn, especially since Chloe isn't a magic user. Julius deeply loves Chloe, but has constantly rejected her for not being a magic user, breaking things off with her numerous times. The conflict between loving Chloe as the intelligent, caring, and funny woman she is, while simultaneously considering her to be inferior simply because of her inability to cast spells, has caused him much pain and self reflection.

Magic

Object Possession Julius is able to magically 'bring to life' inanimate objects, controlling and moving them. The limits to his control is determined by distance, weight, complexity, and number of the objects. When Julius harnesses an almost deadly amount of energy, he can control electronics, however briefly.

Mists Creates and controls mist and fog. The fog can be manipulated to hold various properties, making it acidic, toxic, flammable, etc. When focused, the fog can quickly fill up and obscure a room in a matter of moments. The fog lasts for a few minutes after summoned, and eventually fades away unless replenished.
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