[CHAR] Darkling: The Night War

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Jackson Grey

Name: Jackson Grey

Age: Early 200’s

Race: Darkling

Faction: DarkWorld

Appearance: Jackson is tall and lean with black, unruly hair. It’s curly and unkempt, but it isn’t bad looking. In fact it adds to his roguish handsomeness. His features are mischievous and almost untrustworthy looking. His nose is average, his eyes light iridescent blue. When using his magic they look like blue orbs of fire. He wears a black leather duster over a red flannel shirt. His jeans are blue and faded, his black combat boots worn and used. A silver chain necklace is around his neck.



Personality: Jackson isn’t exactly mean, he simply prefers blunt honesty to lies. He tends to swear quite often and is often seemingly amused at things. Despite this, he does generally do the right thing and often believes in protecting lives. Especially innocents. He realizes this is ironic considering he often feeds off humans. Still, as he see’s it, he has to do it to survive and he doesn’t kill any of them.

Jackson has no problem killing those he feels deserves it or those that attack him. He often gains an air of arrogance when he fights. As he puts it, “Suicide is fucking selfish you know.” People tend to steer clear of Jackson as he is often seen talking to no one in particular, though they don’t know that he’s really talking to the demoness infused with his soul, Lilith.

Skills/Abilities: Jackson Grey possesses all the abilities of a Darkling. Inhuman speed, strength, senses, and access to demonic magic. In addition to all of this, Jackson is an expert on the supernatural. He’s proficient with handguns and very good with a sword, a katana to be exact.

Enchanted Objects/Equipment: Jackson wields an enchanted silver katana. This weapon is lethal to every supernatural creature in existence save but a very few. It can even cut through wards not designed to repel it.

Background: Born at the beginning of the Old West, Jackson Grey was born to two wealthy ranchers. He didn’t mind his life at first, and he remembers how much his parents loved him in the beginning. Sadly his Father took to drinking and things spiraled from there. They became poorer and poorer still, due to his Father’s constant gambling and miss management of the ranch due to his drunkenness. His Mom left when he was 15 and his Father soon started to hit Jackson. The slaves they had started being sold off, but not before his Father raped a few. Disgusted and put off, Jackson left at 16 to make his fortune in the world.

He worked hard at the manual labor of the day and saved and saved. Soon he bought two revolvers, a duster, a horse and ammunition. He continued working but in his precious off time he practiced, even got a few experienced people to teach him how to shoot. When he was satisfied, at the age of 17 a year later, he began to hunt down his first outlaw. It wasn’t long before Jackson made a name for himself.

He spent weeks hunting down a gang of criminals, and eventually he found them. They used what Jackson later learned was amateur sacrificial magic to bind him and knock him out. When he woke up he was in a pentagram of sorts drawn in blood and the laughing gang leader in his fancy suit told him what they intended to do. Summon a demon to possess him. Except it didn’t work out that way. Instead the summoned demon, appearing only to him, offered him a deal. He took it and experienced the worst pain he would ever feel in his life. He became a Darkling.

With his new found power, Jackson Grey was introduced to the Dark World. He made himself legendary amongst outlaws and could not seem to die. As the years went by he tried out many kinds of lives, always settling in law enforcement of some kind. Even protected a little town as its sheriff. He avoided the War and traveled abroad in the years to come. He got to know the demon in his head. She was quite willing to answer his questions and Jackson soon discovered that she had no ill will towards him. Though he knew that if he ever got to the point that he was starving, he could lose control and release the demoness on the world. That said, she was nice to him, she made no moves to manipulate him, and their intimacy grew. She could project herself on the world through his mind's eye, and only he could see her. He could touch her too and it felt incredibly real. As real as anything else.

He met a girl in 2012 called Rachel. He fell in love with her, and told her who he was and what he was. She was unafraid. However, the Dark World Council found out and since they couldn’t really kill him without also endangering themselves to a devastating degree, they offered him a choice. Fight in the war or your girlfriend dies. So he went to fight their war in the city Meridian.

A vampire he had sired some years before named Ken looked after Rachel for him. Until they slept together. Ken, feeling the guilt of betraying whom he considered his closest friend, told Jackson what had happened. Enraged, Jackson broke it off with Rachel. He still fought in the war, for his own reasons and because he did believe in the cause.

Grief driven he started an even closer relationship with his demon, Lilith. She came to love him and he her over the years. Jackson fights determinedly in the War still.

Other Information: Lilith is a demoness infused to Jackson's Soul and very being. She chooses to appear as a beautiful redhead with creamy white skin, lush curves and full breasts. Her nails are ruby red and long, almost claw like. She rarely wears clothing and her jade green eyes are like a cats. She has slightly pointed fangs and a seductive smile.

Lancelot

Name: Lancelot Pendragon

Age: 600+

Race: Vampire

Faction: DarkWorld

Appearance: Lancelot is a tall man, broad shouldered with shoulder length curly blonde hair. His baby blue eyes have a kind of honorable twinkle to them. He wears faded blue jeans, brown work boots, a button down dark blue shirt and a silver wristwatch. Strapped to his back his a longsword with an intricate crossguard and a silver dragons head as the pummel. His ears are rounded, his jawline strong, with a full neatly trimmed beard.

Personality: Lancelot is an honorable fellow. He opens doors for woman, he slays the evil dragons and he believes in good and justice. He speaks with a slight british accent and sometimes his gaze gets a faraway look, if you mention it, he will snap back to reality with a wide grin and an offer of a drink on him.

Background: Born in medieval England, Lancelot was a renowned Swordsman with unparalleled skill. He fights like the devil and revels in adventure. It wasn’t long before he joined Arthur's court and became a knight of the round table. He had his fill of adventure and fights, but it was soon he came upon the lady Gwenivere, Arthur’s soon to be wife, bathing a forest some distance away from the Castle. Embarrassed, Lancelot tried to turn away, but the lady called to him and he went. She kissed him and he kissed back and may have done something unhonorable...but she bit him. She drank his blood and then bit her wrist, forcing him to drink. She killed him then, snapping his neck.

The life of a vampire wasn’t so bad once he realized he was still himself and did not have to be an evil creature. Gwenivere lived with Arthur through all his days, she never seeming to age, and his mind failing too much to really notice. How she did that, Lance did not know. When his old friend died, Lance and Gwen began their own passionate love. He soon discovered how much she reveled in being a Vampire, killing humans often and with too much relish. Wallowing in despair, Lancelot cut the head from her shoulders and left England. Centuries upon centuries later, he joined the DarkWorld Council as an enforcer of their law and pledged to keep their world hidden from humanity.

Skills/Equipment: Lancelot is incredibly skilled with almost any blade. A master, really. He’s good at tracking and hunting, and can ride a horse well. He wields an enchanted steel longsword very effectively.

Other Information: Lancelot has a strong like of alcohol, bordering on alcoholism, though he controls it barely. He’s very flirtatious.

[Ever]

Name: Nora Ducane

Age: 125(Looks around 25ish)

Race: Darkling

Fraction: Rebellion

Appearance: Most people look at and think of Nora as a harmless human, given how fragile she seems, but really she is quite the rare being. She isn’t the dainty type of girl and rarely is seen in the type of clothes most girls are. Normally she wears loose fitting jeans and a dark colored tank top, with a black hooded jacket normally thrown over top her clothes. During the day, when she is around camp, her hair is always let loose and down, but is put in a ponytail when gone on raids. It is bleach blond, almost white, and goes down just to the top of her shoulders. Despite her being outside quite a bit, Nora's skins stays fairly pale. This makes her blue eyes always seem brighter than they really are. She wears a locket around her neck that once belonged to her mother. It is silver angel wings that are curled up in the shape of a heart. It has been passed down from generation to generation and was given to her just before her mother died of old age.

Nora often wears knuckless gloves on her hands to help keep people from noticing the burn on her right hand. It doesn’t do much to hide it, though, it does help slightly. Not many people can see it, but she also has a tattoo on the back. It is of angels wings that look like the feathers are dying off of them. She got it a couple decades after Asa was bound to her.

Personality: Nora walks a fine line of boarding between insane and being a extremely tactical person. She is very intelligent and knows how to manipulate things in her favor. She has a real way with words, this with a mixture of her innocent looks, usually allows her to get what she wants. Nora often can be seen talking to herself a lot, but the truth of the matter is, she isn't really talking to herself. She is actually talking to the demon bound to her soul, Asa. They have an interesting relationship, to say the least. It isn't exactly a romantic relationship at the moment, but it isn't normal or lacking any flirtatious teasing. They are possibly in love with each other, but Nora will deny it whenever it is brought up, even though Asa knows her every thought and desire. It is because of all this that she loves to make him jealous whenever given the chance. If pushed too far, Asa will bring up memories of their awkward moments together to make her stop. He toys with her in return and will often constantly chatter just to annoy her. It is a love/hate relationship really. Deep down she would do anything if he asked, but plays it off like she wouldn't. She is very flirtatious with everyone she meets, no matter if it is a woman or a man.

Weapons/Enchanted Item: The Chain of Fire: This is Nora's primary weapon of choice. It is a lightweight, spiked chain, with a 5inch long steel blade at the end of it. It lights on fire whenever she wishes it to and will burn everyone upon touching it, except for herself. It is normally wrapped around her upper torso when not is use.

History: Nora and her sister Emma were born in Berlin Germany in 1889. Her father was a studier of literature and myths, and her mother was a nurse. She grew up like any other child in Germany did. It wasn't the easiest life, but a decent one none the less. It wasn't until her mid 20s that her life changed forever. It was World War 1, her father had been drafted into battle like many other men in the country were and her mother a nurse at the nearest encampment of soldiers, leaving Nora and her sister to fend for themselves. They were doing well, that is, until Emma fell sick a few weeks after their mother left.

At first it started out as a simple cold, but it never went away and steadily got worse over time. Soon she could hardly walk or even eat anything. Nora racked her brains for weeks on what she could do, but knew they didn't have the money for anything. She had looked through many of the books her father had one medicine, but he had little in regards to that. One book in particular that she found wasn't quite about medicine, instead it was on German witchcraft and rituals. She paid the book little attention at first. What use would she get out of that? However, when Emma started losing weight faster and faster, Nora couldn't help but look to the ritual book out of desperation. After a few days of reading, she soon found a particular ritual to summon a demon, who would trade you anything you wanted in return for allowing them to attach their soul to your own. At least that is what she thought it said. She normally didn't believe in such things and she didn't exactly understand everything, but one did crazy things in desperate times.

After some more thinking, Nora carefully drew up the symbol needed for the ritual on the floor, cutting her hand with a shard of rock to use her blood. She crawled into it and for hours struggled to say the words in the book. After the better part of a day of trying to say the spell, Nora began to give up hope, but finally a voice whispered back to her. It startled her at first and made her pause and wonder if she was just going crazy. Surprisingly enough she wast. When the voice spoke to her it already seemed to know exactly what she wanted and gave her a simple choice; infuse her soul with his and save her sister or watch her slowly die. Nora took the deal without even thinking about it, not realizing what it was going to cost her or how painful is was going to be. Upon agreeing to the bargain, it started, the pain of the demon's soul twisting with hers. To this day she has never felt such pain in her life. The demon held true on his part of everything, but not in the way Nora thought.She expect him to heal Emma right away, but instead after her turning, he instructed her to feed Emma some of her blood, then kill her. Nora was blown away by his instructions and refused to do so at first. However, he quickly reminded her the only option her sister had was death. In the end, her sister was changed an hour or so later.

Once they realized what they had become, Nora and Emma left their parents out of fear that they may harm them by accident. They also didn't want them to know what the two of them were either. The demon started speaking more regularly to her soon after her turn and told her everything she had become and the consequences that came with it. He also filled her in on what her sister had now become as well. Since then she has roamed the earth, hiding the true creature she was from everyone, and trying to stay sane despite the demon in her head. She split ways with Emma in the 90s, but they still speak to each other when they can.

After a time, she grew sick of hiding in the shadows from the fragile humans. Every day of her life, she had to hide what she was and pretend she was normal like everyone else. Just keeping a job made her lie about almost everything in her life. It wasn't exactly easy to explain to your boss why you would randomly start talking to yourself when you were suppose to be working. Things were hard enough when you had a demon in your head, she didn't want to worry about having to hide she wasn't human on top of things. Why did supernatural beings have to hide for their sake, was her thought process on it. In 2009 she found and quickly joined the rebellion to go public about the supernatural world and has been aiding them ever since.

Name: Asa

Species: Demon

Appearance: Asa in the form of what Nora finds most attractive. He looked into her deepest desires and transformed his appearance to meet those desires. He stands at a fairly tall height of 6'5 and has a well built physique. His raven colored hair is long enough to cover his ears. It often sweeps across his face and over his eyes, causing him to constantly brush it out of the way. His skin is very gaunt, but is very smooth to Nora and lacking of any scars what so ever. He usually appears in a white button up shirt and dark jacket over top of it.

Personality: He finds Nora both irritating and absolutely fascinating, just as she does with him. His soul is driven to cause destruction and make her do dark things, but it is Nora that makes part of him care for her above what is supposed to be his true nature. Of course his love will never out beat his true being, but part of him at least wishes it could. He knows she enjoys torturing him and this is what generally makes him irritated. He cant stand her touching or being intimate with other people, which is something she does often. He likes annoying her in times when he is mad at her. He will talk about nothing in particular for hours just to make her feel annoyed. He also like to force her to remember moments between the two of them where they kissed when he is feeling particularly feisty. It causes her to become irritated and that is the part that is extremely fun to him.

[jdh97]

Name: Dylan Stroud
Age: 400+
Race: Vampire
Faction: Darkworld

Appearance: A wiry whipcord of a man, with gaunt cheeks and high cheekbones. Perhaps most noticeable are the large saucers of blue-grey, like the sea after a storm, that gaze out from underneath thick, black, expressive eyebrows. Incredibly fine wrinkles and creases dance upon his face, by his lips, brow, and eyes. They make any guess at age difficult, but hint of haunting smiles, the ghosts of anger, and the resting place of sorrow. Unlike his dark brows and goatee, the straggled mop upon his head is straw, and reaches down at his shoulders with teasing stalks and locks.

Personality: A selfish, yet easy-going romantic searching for a muse to displace his growing existential and epistemological nihilism.

Background:
Tracing “Dylan” back through history would be a feat deserving of its own epic. Changing names and appearances frequently, you would only chase the shadows of rumours.

Life whilst he was human has been long since forgotten, not least by himself.

After came an indulgent parade of hedonism spanning centuries. Often the centre of attention and the recipient of many a lustful gaze everywhere between the courts of Europe to the dingiest of waterfront inns, there was no social circle he did not permeate, no sin he did not partake, and no vulgarity he spared himself.

Eventually this flaming desire guttered, and the pursuit of the sweet secrets of pleasure became vapid, and all of Europe lost a marvellous centrepiece, though many knew him by different names, and, as is the way with such frivolous folk who exist on the fine edge of fashion, they fast forgot him.

During the following years he was rarely seen by anybody, his religious journey towards enlightenment often requiring the walking of paths of solitude. The soul searching seemed to be in vain though, and he did not feel any closer to what he was searching for than when he started. After almost a century of pilgrimage and learning, he turned to the arts, trying to find meaning in poetry.

That is when an old friend contacted him, a friend he owed a favour. It was requested he fight in a war, and not just a human war, a war between DarkWorlders. The very idea struck a bolt deep inside, and Dylan found that he was eager to oblige this request, wanting to use this sombre and destructive event as inspiration for his creative mind.

Skills/Equipment: Nothing beyond what might be expected of a normal Darkworld fighter.

[Carnic]

Zeiss Calavan

Name: Zeiss Calavan

Age: 24

Race: Witch

Faction: Rebel, but is more Neutral if anything

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Appearance: Zeiss has a height of 5 feet, 8 inches, weighs about 160 pounds, and has a BWH measurement of 43-36-39 inches. She has messy orange hair that goes down to just below her trapezius. A streak of ultramarine blue across her bangs was caused by a follicle experiment in her school days, in which one of her sorceress friends accidentally created a new pigment gene. Her round, usually half-closed eyes are hazel, and they seem speckled in gold when they are in direct sunlight. Her round, black-rimmed eye glasses stop that most of the time, though she doesn’t need them other than for reading. She doesn’t have a very athletic build but can run a marathon if she feels like it; lots of stamina but not a lot of physical strength. Her tan skin is emblazoned with the pale blue rune of ‘Isa’ on her left shoulder, glowing when she uses her brand of magic.

When she doesn’t plan on doing anything, her clothes tend to be very basic if she’s wearing them at all. To look decent around the house, she wears pink bunny slippers, some big t-shirt, and a grey cardigan, while only wearing underwear to bed.

During work, she’s much more serious. Here usual outfit consists of a white button-up shirt, a blue sweater vest, a copper watch on her left wrist, two gold earrings on each ear, chocolate chip pinstripe pants with a gold buckle on a braided black leather belt, long white socks with black dress shoes, and a covert green overcoat. Her usually messy hair is either put into a bun and tucked under a witch hat, or braided under her overcoat to keep it out of the way.

With friends or simple going outs, she loves to dress up. She has a wide array of clothing in her apartment, from tank tops to cut jeans to simple dresses. She also has a few cosplay sets, particularly witch types as she finds the irony cute.

Personality: At a surface level, Zeiss comes off as a young, confident woman. She’s very bright and open to other’s ideas on the state of magic, and very willing to have fun when she has free time. She loves to dance and drink on the weekends, and enjoys playing with other girls in particular. She’s a little more soft-spoken during her time at work, but you can still imagine the fire that burn in her eyes for the passion she has in her work. Because of the type of work she is in, she has a strong amount of patience and fortitude, willing to play the long game if she has to do so as long as there is a solid stream of progress. However, she doesn’t take to refusals well, and generally takes an aggressive stance on how much the person could gain from accepting her offers.

Delving deeper into her character Zeiss is a bit of loon, but who isn’t when magic saturates your very being. She considers herself a genius in the runic magic that she practices, constantly rewriting the languages in her studies as to create deviations and interesting combinations of spells and enchantments. Because of her inquisitive nature, her scores were nearly perfect and she could’ve been Valedictorian of her class if not for her constant isolated study and pushing of runic norms. Having been considered a genius at a young age has made her arrogant and narcissistic, believing herself to be the one on the forefront of all magic.

Rather than focusing on an array of different types of rune sets (though she has done that plenty during her school days), she works in pursuit of one in particular: Stasis Runic Magic; an unknown rune style that causes an item or person to be locked in place or time. She works for it tirelessly, seeking to put it on display to the world so they could evolve said magic and further its evolution. She wants humanity to know of the Darkworld, not out of a belief that the Council is wrong, but looking at the ideal in the intellectual transparency of knowledge. If everyone knew of magic and the creatures of this world, then it would further intellectual globalization and allow progress to flourish where it would otherwise be barren. It would allow both Darkworld and humanity to evolve beyond what they are now, and allow magic to dig its claws deeper into everyday life. She would then showcase her Statis Magic to the world, get known for her advances, and live life happily under the duration of its patented knowledge, all the while knowing once it expires, the chaotic nature of the magic will make humanity stronger from its own ashes. Her magic might even evolve to the point of a type of immortality.

She dislikes the Rebel Faction’s methods of violence, and how disruptive they are given the war; she’d rather work in the world that they would create rather than have any part in its creation. Still, she wants them to do the best they can do so that she can do the best she could do. Zeiss discusses her ideals fervently with others around her, causing them to believe her part of the Rebels. She fled and moved her workshop into the Rebel Sector, and has been living out her days, working on her runecraft and ostracized by her peers.

Skills/Abilities: While she had basic training in other runic magic, Zeiss’ specialty lies in Stasis Magic, the one she is currently researching. Summarizing runes as simply a part of an old language, her style of runic inscription follows a templated format: first is to invoke the power of the gods via their permission, to equate the magic of the rune to something within the physical plane, and to executing using the powers of the words by adding the infinite ability of thought. The basis of the magic relies completely on the rune of ‘Isa’, as without the idea of freezing there is no runic phenomenon of stopping. This type of magic proves itself to be difficult, as the ability to freeze something in spatial place is a power that belongs to higher beings. Usually someone of Zeiss' caliber shouldn’t be able to use Stasis Magic as much as she does, but she has reformatted a majority of her mana preserves to be only used for Stasis Magic via the rune on her shoulder. Because of this, normal magic is extremely taxing on her body. But in the end that didn’t matter; as long as she can further her research she was fine with the outcome. She’s doesn’t have all the kinks out in terms of the writing of the runes, but it has led her to finding new spells that are within the category of Stasis Magic:

•Rae Isa: written as ‘er pao Runum Ansuz Eihwas Pethro Uruz spyrr Uruz Algiz opendi nam er Ehwaz Isa’, it is the basics of basics with Stasis magic. In its base form, it allows for an object to be suspended in space, unmoving from its position in the Earth’s rotation. Zeiss isn’t sure why it wouldn’t just stay in one set location within the universe, but she speculates that it is because the gods that she drew the power from exist solely on Earth. The suspended object cannot be moved in any way shape or form as a fixed point in time. The object cannot be damaged nor can it do any damage. The incantation has to be written on the object in question (or placed on its surface with an adhesive like tape), physical contact has to be made with the object, and the user has to give it a constant feed of mana or it will not work. The shortened version of this incantation is ‘Rae Isa’; it would then only work for one second and takes as much mana as if it was a thirty second span but it’s faster to spell. With her mana reserves, the maximum time she can keep it steady is half an hour.

•Ani Rae Isa: written as ‘Ek opandi thá hefir hann bazt, ef hann thegir Nauthiz er Isa, er pao Runum Ansuz Eihwas Pethro Uruz spyrr Uruz Algiz opendi nam er Ehwaz Isa’, is a weaponized version of Stasis Magic, which Zeiss feels it is a major step up from the original enchantment since it is the least taxing on her body. Unlike the original incantation, this one must be filled beforehand, though it takes up a whole day of mana transference to actually be viable. It must be written on an object that can be used to pierce the target, usually directly on the blade or wrapped around the grip with a cloth or tape (though Zeiss finds it is most efficient with it on the blade). Stabbing the object into a target causes the target to be put in stasis, for the maximum of an hour if no other additions are placed on the enchantment. Same rules apply as the original; the target cannot be harmed or damaged, they move with the Earth’s rotation, and cannot move. Once the release command is used and the piercing object is removed from the target, all the mana in the object is lost regardless of the time it was piercing and has to recharge for another 24 hours. If the piercing object is not enchanted steel or silver, the weapon will dissolve into dust.

•Thalum Rae Isa: written as‘Thurisaz uruz Thorn, Fehu er Wunjo, Laguz er nysta Laguz Mannaz, fell ek aptr thaoan, er pao Runum Ansuz Eihwas Pethro Uruz spyrr Uruz Algiz opendi nam er Ehwaz Isa’, is the only type of mental stasis magic that Zeiss currently has in her arsenal of tricks. This type does not have to be written on the target or does it have to be pierced into the target, a simple touch of this will suffice. However, Zeiss feels reluctant to use it due to it being more of a Disorientation Magic rather than Stasis and how much it drains her for that day. Written onto an object with the ability of ‘reaching out and touching’ (like a glove or a hand) the user must inject the target with a large amount of mana. This causes their target’s thought processes to stop altogether, being unable to conjure up a plan or even recognize what is in front of them. Even their identity becomes unknown to them, and they forget what they were supposed to do for the duration of the magic. This effect lasts for as much mana is put into them, but with Zeiss’ mana reserves it usually lasts for about five minutes at best. She has this magic on a glove that she brings with her to the Wastelands if she happens to need it.

•These runes can be edited to set a different time limit than the default using the ‘Jera’ and ‘Eihwas’ runes, but Zeiss can’t go beyond the limits that are in the spells due to her actual lack of mana reserves. Doing so causes her reserves to overload and put a large mental strain on her brain, causing migraines for at least a few days.

•For all stasis magic, the release command is ‘Dagaz Othala Mannaz’ on a humanoid and ‘Dagaz Othala Fehu’ on animals. The words for Lycans in particular is ‘Dagaz Othala Ulfheoinn’ and for vampire/undead it is ‘Dagaz Othala Draugr’. Inanimate objects simply need the first two words. As Zeiss does not believe she will ever meet a Darkling in her life, she hasn’t put much research into how to release them if the time comes.

Enchanted Objects/Equipment: She has a handbag filled with stuff for when she goes to the Wastelands for either Raids or simple exploration, most of it being tape with magical runes placed across its surface for the usage of quick casting. She has several rolls of both the base magic and its offensive variant, along with some empty rolls of tape in case she decides to write up a new spell on the fly. Her primary weapon is an enchanted silver dagger, which she gained from a dealer since it was becoming annoying having people try to kill her for what she thought. She also has an assortment of normal knives as expendable weapons for her Offensive Stasis Magic. Maybe even a Sphere of Mystery, just for the fun of it. Other than that, a notebook and pencil for writing, some snack rations, and water.

Background: Even at a young age, Zeiss was a girl who got all that she wanted. While her father is German, her mother was English, and they lived up in Maine where the sea could be seen from their patio. Her mother was wealthy and an experienced stock broker that kept the family running at a consistent rate. Her father worked down in the fishing industry, and happily made acquaintances with all the locals. Her life is one of economic privilege, and she no trouble having a good amount of friends in the private schools she went to. She became knowledgeable of magic at the young age of 8, having her father read her scriptures of the Old Norse language. Turns out she came from a long line of witches and warlocks, her father using his Norse runic magic to further his fishing business while her mother had a basic grasp of charisma-based Celtic rune magic. She became friends with Darkworld and Human denizens alike, seeing both as equals from a young age. Her parents were strict in their way of teaching her not to divulge their magic secrets, but in the back of her mind she always wanted to be open about it.

While she had the natural talent at the inscriptions, her abilities were limited. Unlike her parents, she was born with limited mana reserves, and grew tired easily from even the simplest of spells. This was her first obstacle, and like many others she brute forced her way through with intellect and natural prowess. She trained every day to expand them, fill them with mana, stabilize it, and expand them again until her mana reserves were just above her parents. It was painful at first, but the grit and determination continued when she entered the educational institute for magic, where her abilities were put to the test. The second obstacle came from the fact that while her mana reserves were fine, her stamina to use it waned. Still, it didn’t stop her; again and again she pushed through, crawling through the dirt to make it to each landmark until she reached the top, nearly becoming Valedictorian if not for all the loops she had to jump through to become average. Still, it gave a sense of accomplishment to say that despite it all, she was able to vanquish her problems.

She learned about the war from her parents, and left Maine to be at the epicenter of all the hustle and bustle, Meridian. There, she found a wide, diverse amount of people to converse with, both open and close minded. Stil, she found a majority of them stuck in their old ways and resolved to revolutionize the system. At 22, she got a grant from the Council to continue studying the Stasis rune magic as long as it could further their goals. A year later, she was branded a “traitorous Rebel” for even arguing the idea of sharing magic beyond the Darkworld. Her family wasn’t hunted down by the Council though; after all, they didn’t actually divulge any information to humanity. Still, she was kept on watch.

Six months later, she was given a Ward Key by a friend who shared her ideas but lived elsewhere, who told her that if she ever needed a place to be free, the Rebel Faction was the way to go. Initially, she pushed the idea aside, believing that killing simply for speaking out was ludicrous. But it did happen. Again and again and again. Finally, when she couldn’t take the annoyances of radicals trying to kill her for her ideas, she ran into the Rebel Sector and continued her work there, with her funding now coming from the fortune that her parents amassed due to how restrictive her contract with the Council actually was. Again, the Council by its own laws didn’t have any account of her divulging her information outside of the Darkworld, and her kin were outside the war zone so they were left to be. She still sometimes comes back to the Mage Sector for familiar friends and comrades, keeping them in the dark of where she relocated, but the air now stung with an air of fear and danger; she was no longer safe there, their eyes boring into her like drills through the Earth. And so she works in the center of Meridian, waiting for the day when she can expose her knowledge to the world, Dark and human alike, while technically joining neither side. But she will have to choose and join the fight, one of these days…

Other Information: While she is proud of her tanned skin (due to it being a product of her constant use of magic affecting her melatonin), she is a bit uncomfortable with her bust size. She’d rather be more functional when it comes to both her work and leisure time, so it’s problematic even if it allows her to attract attention.

[Tackytaff]

Shidya

Name:Rashida ‘Shidya’ Ustenko

Age: 109

Race: Witch

Faction: Rebel

Appearance: Shidya is a severe looking woman with a high forehead and square jaw. Her face doesn’t lend itself to expression well, making her a hard woman to read. She keeps her hair tied back in a tight knot, often covered with a scarf, and face scrubbed clean of any makeup or dirt. The appearance of cleanliness is considerably lessened by her hands; fingers permanently stained black to the second knuckle. Even with her ridged posture, she only just reaches five feet in height. Her style has changed little through the years, odd in the western world with her long skirts and tucked blouses, but largely plain and unassuming. Many find it difficult to pinpoint her age, with the height of one still growing, the wardrobe of a grandmother, and a sternness hard to find outside the USSR.

Personality: Shidya is as dour as she looks, and lacks a as much in humor as she does patience. While she primarily wants to end the Council’s rules for the good of all living beings, she isn’t specific as to what that good is. She wouldn’t opposed to having the Dark Council rule over humans, or even subjugate them; humans have proven too often they cannot be trusted to act without guidance. It is the Council’s permissiveness of human actions, regardless how they effect both kinds of beings, that Shedya is against.

She is extremely traditional and values loyalty and honesty, especially where family is concerned. A great deal of her knowledge was passed down from even more conservative lineage, and a number of Shidya's practices could be viewed as eccentric or superstitious in west.

Background:

In the beginning of the 20th century, there were five Ustenko children, all living happily in Kiev, Ukraine. Rashida was the youngest, all earliest memories are composed of her siblings surrounding her Baba-Misha who told horrifying stories of both the past and future. She warned Shidya’s family to leave the Ukraine, but even then she was too old and her mind too weak to be taken seriously. So she left alone, not to see another of her family for another eighty years.

The initial fighting in Kiev didn’t worry the family much. There was stress, but magic warded raids from their home, and kept them safe. There wasn’t much even magic could do for children when the famines struck. The following years took Rashida’s sister and one brother away; the following war took the two remaining. In the peace that followed, Shidya lost her human father to more natural causes.

It was hard living, and Shidya’s mother never fully recovered from the loss of four of her children and the weight of her husband, human as he had been, weakened her resolve. She began to age rapidly, and it fell to Shidya to care for her. Her days were spent between working jobs, changing every decade or so as not to draw much attention. Largley she worked in various mundane government position, call centers, secretary and reception work. But for 12 years she slowly climbed ranks in the chemistry department at the University of Kiev. Even while her health declined, Shidya's mother passed on what knowledge she had on runes and magic, though she was so lost in paranoia by then half could have been simple superstition for all Shidya knew.

While in her time it had gone threw many names and border changes, Rashida didn’t leave her homeland until the fall of the Berlin wall in 1991. Four years after her mother's death. She went in search of the only family that remained, Baba-Misha, whose mental instability had progressed, but survived in America. They lived together quietly, largely ignored by the Dark Council and doing nothing to provoke it. Shidya received her green-card after it became obvious that Misha would be unable to care for herself, and began work at the University of Maryland.

Initially, Shidya did not join the rebel group. She agreed with their purpose, but the only other person from Darkworld she was close to was her Baba, who was in no condition to go to war. It wasn’t until nearly 3 years after the war began that Misha had another vison, and warned Shidya that there would be war in their homeland again that she began to act. She sent word to the Dark Council who did nothing to intervene. In 2010, both Reshida and her mother left for Meridian to join the rebels.

Skills/Equipment:

Rashida is specialized in warding and ritualized runic magic. This leaves her rather ill-equipped for an unexpected fight, but lessens her need for one in the first place. Her spells are all powerful, and often undetectable to those not gifted with magic, but take time and materials to create.

Wards: Possibly the most basic form of rune magic, Shidya learned basic deterrent symbols as a child; a large contributing factor to her survival as a child. She has since learned a wide variations, wards that can lock and unlock, or have various other effects on trespassers.

• Rune of Paralysis
• Rune of Repulsion
• Rune of Deterrence
• Rune of Teleportation

Charms/Enchantment: Runes and physical trinkets that can be given to a person, forcing honesty, or warning for poisons. Their uses are wide, but un-discriminate, and a good deal weaker than fully enchanted items.

• Honesty Charm
• Awareness Charm
• Soothing Charm

Rituals: The most unique power in Shidya’s arsenal, is the teachings from her Baba-Misha. It is also the most skeptically viewed form of magic, due to its effects on the user and temperamental outcomes. But with time and materials, Shidya can trace anyone in the world by only knowing their true name. The power is furthered the stronger link she has to a person (hair, blood, or prized possession). She has tried to look into the future only once, and nearly went mad from it.

• Location Rituals
• Hypnosis/Mid-altering Rituals
• Prophetic Rituals

Equipment:

Ink: Shidya prefers to use ink to write her runes, with a brush if one is available, a stick, or sometimes even with her own hands.

Books: She almost always keeps two books form her vast collection on hand, containing less-frequently used runes for reference when she's in a pinch.

Awareness Charm: A charm worn around the neck that grants Shidya a greater perception of her surroundings, it gives her feelings of unease whenever there is danger is near, though it is hard to differentiate between the charm and her own paranoia.

Sulfuric Acid: A sample of a highly concentrated sulfuric acid solution, used for a variety of purposes including strengthening her own wards against interference from enchanted steel, and breaking others. Can be either damaging or enhancing to steel weapons, depending on the concentration used.

Healing Kit: Mostly a long wrap of bandages, covered with runes of healing and a antiseptic.

Knife: A short, non-enchanted knife. More of a tool than weapon in her untrained hands.

Ring of Repulsion: A ring worn on the middle finger of her left hand that casts a repelling force outwards to whatever direction the rune in facing.

1 Sphere of Mystery

Cloak of Invisibility

Other Information: While her English is near perfect in both vocabulary and grammar, she retains a strong accent, and any magic casting she needs is always done in either Latin, Ukrainian, or Russian.

She is very close with her grandmother, or Baba-Misha; an ancient woman even by witch standards who is widely seen as a mad-woman. Shidya however has complete faith in her, and when she can understand the old woman’s prophecies, takes them to heart.

[Old Amsterdam]

Sarafine

Name: Sarafine (last name long lost)

Age: 3000 and more. She quit counting.

Race: Darkling

Faction: Her own. Literally the only being who can play both sides.

Appearance: Sarafine is tall, for a woman by her standards, at 5'11" and has a deceptive weight at roughly 140 pounds.

Her face is stunning to look at, with full lips and a force behind her dark eyes that are borderline black. When using magic her eyes seem to become bottomless holes that could swallow you whole.

Her eyebrows are curved sharply, a Raven jet black like her shiny hair that reaches to her shoulder blades.

Her body is lean, but shapely. Sarafine's hips give her lower half an almost harp shape, while her breasts are just shy of large and instead are considered full and perky.

For clothes, Sarafine always wears a black plated skirt and knee high red and blue striped socks and comfortable shoes. Her shirt of choice is a button up that she can roll the sleeves up on.

Personality: Simply put? A bitch. She's unpredictable to an extent, and very prone to violence.

Background: Sarafine hails from ancient times, being the third Darkling to be created. Being forced into the ritual by the men in her little village near Ancient Egypt, who sought the power of the gods themselves, she became connected with Asmodeus, the Arch Demon of Lust, and she promptly slaughtered her entire village as soon as she was able in revenge.

Since then she's seen the rise and fall of empires, people, wars, and even the creation of the Council not long after her Turning back in the times of Ancient Egypt. She was present, in the background, when Caeser was assassinated, whispered sweet temptations into the ears of Jack the Ripper, and helped start various other calamities upon humanity.

In recent times she's become incredibly bored, and essentially does whatever strikes her fancy. As such the Council and the Rebels allow her in, for none want her ire against them. Any who know of her in detail are terrified, with few exceptions, and everyone else feels the faint terror when her name is mentioned or she appears.

Skills/Equipment: Standard Darkling abilities, as well as knowing how to use every weapon and fighting style. It's amazing what thousands of years can allow you to learn.

She carries two small, curved daggers hidden on her thighs of enchanted steel, which she stole back when enchanted steel first was discovered. After killing several of the original makers she took off with the daggers, naming them Curse and Purge.

Other Information: Asmodeus' and Safarine's relationship is interesting, to say the least. They're not as openly loving as Jackson and Lilith, but they definitely have more than a 'work' relationship. They often joke around, as they share the common ground of lustful temptations and the massacre of many.

Asmodeus often takes the form of either a young man with short brown hair, or a young redhead, depending on how they feel at the moment.

[Lurking Shadow]

Conall O’Brien

Name: Conall O’Brien

Age: 134

Race: Lycan

Faction: Rebel

Appearance:

Conall normally is of average build and has silver eyes and grey skin. Due to his Lycan nature, he is nearly covered in an excessive growth of hair. He has a branding on his back depicting a long, thick line with five smaller lines branching off from either side. This marking is even visible in his Lycan form and covers about a fourth of his back.

In his Lycan form, he grows about two and a half feet taller and has noticeably more muscles, particularly in the upper body. His head elongates into a snout while his lips recede revealing sharp and jagged teeth, clearly of a carnivore, and with saliva constantly slobbering forth. The whites of his eyes turn to blood red and the pupils lengthen vertically. His ears sharpen to a point and constantly flicker in varying directions in order to determine location and distance of a particular noise. His fingers lengthen slightly and the nails grow into claws sharp enough to tear through metal about 5mm thick. His legs and feet lengthen out allowing him to jump unnaturally high and firmly land upright.

Personality:

Conall Is reclusive but willing to work in groups small groups should it prove necessary or wise. He has a bleak aspect on life due to his past and considers peace a mythical concept. He believes that the very nature of life is to change and adapt, to face challenges and see if it can survive the test or if it is weak. Every fight to him is another test of his capabilities. Is he strong? Or does he have room to improve? Ultimately, he cares little about the wellbeing of those he considers ‘weak’ and only slightly more of his equals. Only to those that can best him does he give his respect, at least for as long as they can claim that feat. Outside of his ‘betters’ he only tolerates others if they offer some ability that he cannot do. Still he is not actively hostile to his ‘lessers’ unless they block him from his goal or irk him in some way.

Background:

Born in southern Ireland in the late 19th century, he naturally grew to favor the independence of Ireland from Britain. When the Great War broke out, he volunteered under the impression that the necessary legislation for Ireland’s independence has passed, and that Ireland will soon be a nation separate from Britain. (in fact, the legislation was suspended for the duration of the war).
Conall served as a tanker in the 10th Division, a gunner on a British Mark IV landship (female). Half the war he spent in a cramped room at temperatures upwards of 100 degrees (F) with seven others. Early on, a tanker was more likely to be killed by the tank than the enemy (poor ventilation meant that suffocation from the fumes was a common scene) but eventually both sides developed better weapons and methods for taking out armored targets. During the Spring Offensive of 1918 while defending against an increasingly overwhelming German army in the dead of night was his tank destroyed. Allied artillery fire (presumably requested by a desperate tank commander) blew a large hole on the right side of the tank killing his crew and leaving him bleeding out from a several large gashes from shrapnel. Outside he could still hear a handful of surviving Germans. With his remaining strength, he grabbed grenade and a pistol from his dead commander and crawled his way outside. Outside he found eight Stoßtruppen that seemed to have been barely scratched. Not missing a beat, Conall managed to kill four of them but his injuries made it difficult to kill the rest. It was then he heard a howl that chilled his bones followed by intermittent gunfire and screams. Something else killed the four he missed and he could tell it was heading for him next. Knowing he could not escape, and being practically blind from the blood gushing over his eyes, he struggled to fire a few more shots blindly at where he thought the thing to be before a sharp pain made him passed out.

When he woke up, he found his wounds nearly healed and under the care of several men of both allied and central powers. He later learned that they were werewolves formerly consisting of the two sides before deserting and living in No Man’s Land. The one who saved him, a German, was impressed by his constitution and will and turned Conall into a Lycan to save him. For the rest of the war (which only ended up being about five more months) Conall lived and scavenged in the dangerous land between the trenches. A place where no man lives long, but he is not a man, at least not anymore.

In his first few months as a Lycan, he was initially hesitant to consuming the raw flesh of fallen soldiers. Especially those that used to be his allies, but with each day he grew more and more distant from humans and their flesh tasted more and more pleasant, eventually becoming his preferred meal. Not to mention that his senses grew with him and that he could tell a man’s heritage from how he tasted.

With the time he spent with his pack, he was taught how to hone his senses and become an apex predator. He learned to hear the crunching of distant leaves, to smell blood from miles away, to see a corpse in the darkest conditions, to move so fast to be a blur. Not all the skills were solely due to being a werewolf, he learned to related human skills such as stealth and making traps. Once his training was complete, he became a full member of his pack and learned of the Darkworld and the important rule.

After the war, the pack went their separate ways and he returned to Ireland and lived as a hermit. Conall figured that if he was rarely in contact with humanity, he would not be likely to break the rule. The hardest part was being near humans and their succulent flesh but not able to feast on them, thankfully he was strong enough to resist and used this fact to bolster the idea that he was good. In the 1920s, Britain formed a force of temporary constables to assist the RIC during the Irish War of Independence, the Black and Tans. Due to the fact that they were rarely disciplined, they often gave arbitrary reprisals against the civilian population whenever one died from the fighting with the IRA. This gave them a brutal reputation and the attention of Conall. He realized their unpopularity would mean they would rarely be missed if something were to happen to them, and the fact that they were attacking unarmed/defenseless civilians outraged him. Over the next several years, he managed to lure, trap, and kill a notable amount of them and managed to satisfy his bloodlust for a while. Most notably when a small group of the Black and Tans attempted to burn a forest after an IRA bomb killed a few of their friends. The Black and Tans raided a nearby town and, after capturing a few locals, tied them against the trees and attempted to set fire to the forest. Conall, witnessing the events, snapped at their vicious attack on the helpless civilians. While Conall would just as easily do something similar to an adversary, he found it reprehensible to do the same to those with no responsibility to the IRA not to mention them being non-combatants. With a speed and force exceeding what he normally could do, he massacred the aggressors turning the area into a scene that would make even the most battle hardened soldier nauseated. Afterwards, a grateful druid thanked him for protecting the lands he was tasked over, and offered a gift, whenever needed he could call upon the same zeal as he had that day. A gift that he accepted, as proven by the marking on his back. When the Second World War broke out, he made his way into central Europe and terrorized the axis.

Recently he received word from a fellow pack member of the war in the Darkworld and request for assistance to the rebels. He agreed, partially out of respect for the sender, but mostly out of his ideology. If the Darkworld would be revealed to the humans, another war would likely follow. Humans attack what they fear, and if the stuff of their nightmares were suddenly real… With nearly every battle Conall fought, he came out on top. He was an apex predator. With the few losses, he grew stronger. He changed, he evolved. The next war would determine if the humans are resilient enough to withstand the Darkworld or if they are weak and will be conquered. If they are weak, they will change, adapt, and fight again. War is part of their nature. Out of all of recorded history, only about 8% of the time was peaceful. If they prove strong enough, Conall will change, adapt, evolve. Conall eagerly awaits the opportunity to come.

Skills/Equipment:

Specifically to Lycan form:

Enhanced smelling/hearing – Though Conall has better than normal hearing/smelling, but it is far improved in Lycan form

Night vision – Conall can see clearly in low-light conditions

Enhanced agility – Can run up to 75 mph, can leap 30 feet, and can react within 0.08 seconds

Enhanced strength – All actions relating to strength such as biting, crushing, or clawing have extraordinary amounts of PSI driving it. Conall can easily tear through thin metal and with effort, can eventually rip through steel.

Enhanced endurance – Can withstand more injuries and pain than a normal human.

Berserk – Similar to how humans get an adrenaline rush, Conall can get a brief boost to strength and agility at the cost of being more reckless. Conall benefits from nearly two and a half times the increase in above traits and completely ignores pain. During this state he becomes weaker to all forms of magic, particularly demonic, and regeneration slows to near human levels. Lasts about 30 minutes and only triggers when enraged or should Conall fail to resist his bestial instincts to feast. In addition, the brand on his back glows a brilliant red and slowly fades throughout the duration. At its peak, this produces about 40 lumens or about 4 times more light than a candle. Since the source is magical, any effect that would amplify, distort, or eliminate magic would have a similar effect here.

Other skills:

Trap making - Can create various kinds of traps such as pits, deadfall traps, or snares.

Stalking – Can sneak silently to prey, this effect is reduced in Lycan form. Especially when raining as fur has a particular scent when wet. He can also lie silently in wait for ambushes under cover.



Other Information:

Bilingual: English and Irish

Indomitable will: Conall will rarely surrender or give up, preferring to fight to the death if no other options present itself.

[Blubaron45]

Carlos Castillejo

^{"I'm nothing short of a long statistic."
Theme(s): Crystalised, F*ck Society, La Catedral}

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Full Name: Carlos Ángel Castillejo

Gender: Male

Faction: Mostly neutral but Darkworld leaning

Race, Ethnicity: Vampire, Spanish

Place of Birth: Salamanca, Spain.

Date of Birth: August 5, 1892. Baptized on August 11, 1892.

Age: 122 (Appears 31)

Eye Color: Sky blue

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 160 lbs

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Carlos Ángel Castillejo is a fairly tall and thin man, consisting of the same light olive-skinned complexion of his fellow former countrymen in the warm country of Spain. He has long legs and a rather broad chest which matches his large head. His face is thin and broad, complemented with sharp facial features and the dark, long, and thin hair of his mother as well as the bushy and almost dramatic eyebrows of his father. His long hooked nose distinguishes his southern European lineage as well as his olive skin though possess two almond shaped eyes which are as blue as the clear sky. Carlos often has a light beard on his thin face and his long black hair that reaches down his shoulders.

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Language: Spanish, Portuguese, English, German, Italian, French, Chinese.

Past Occupations: Union worker, WW 1 Veteran, WW 2 Veteran, Former CIA and Government Informant, Community College professor, Taxi Driver.

Current Occupation: Taxi Driver

Education:

• Received GED in 1947
• Mathematics - University of Southern California (B.S.), Princeton University (M.S.)

Notable Talents/Abilities: Excellent driver, excellent shot, Muay Thai and BJJ practitioner.

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Carlos Ángel Castillejo is a self-learnt man, of course not capable of truly reading until he was about 15 years old but soon after falling in love with reading whenever he could spare the time to do so. It is easily to tell that Carlos is an independent man, choosing to do things on his own rather than reaching for any help unless he needs to. He is not an egocentric man, or at least not is anymore as living such a long life can easily diminish any notions of self-preservation. Like most hardened men, Carlos would rather see a man in his accomplishments than bragging unconsciously about them to a group of people. Though he isn't exactly self-sacrificing either, often being apathetic towards others as well as showing indifference to people he deems as less than him.

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In the now larger city of Salamanca, Carlos Ángel Castillejo was born on the early morning of August 5, 1892 to two human parents, both who made their living as restaurant owners. The young Carlos was born to five other children, only three of which would survive into childhood which included his beautiful blonde sister Basilia, Lorenzo, and Eduardo Castillejo - all of which were the perfect bond and the type of family any person could dream of having. Carlos was the youngest and thus he was the considered the baby of the family as he can remember. During his upbringing, he could feel nothing but great times and although most have been forgotten through the sands of his lengthy time, they still were nonetheless fond memories of his former human life.

Growing up with very little education, Carlos was barely literate, being able to read simple signs but never truly learning to read a whole book until later in his life. Such was the education of a low middle class Spanish boy as many if not most knew how to read. With what little school he possessed, the young man did what he could in order to get by and by the age of 15 had finally taught himself to read and fell in love with books, often burying himself in his self studies. Lorenzo however was the most clever of the family and then later in his life chose to pursue an academic career in Germany were he would later become a professor in Psychology while Eduardo chose to take care of the family business. Basilia who would later marry into another small entrepreneurial family in another city. And as for Carlos himself - He chose another path: The United States, the land of opportunity.

And so in 1911, the young 19-year-old traveled across the Atlantic ocean in order to pursue a chance of and with his experience later garnered, he would later work in the steel industry, often helping build railroads in New York City. It was in these first four years that his life would turn into his favor, being a man of self-sufficiency and with luck and hard work brought him, a more comfortable life. He became married to a young Basque woman and both had two children twins named Javier and Esteban in 1915.

At 25 years of age, the young Carlos Castillejo enlisted to join the United States Army to fight during World War 1 and in 1917 for the next year he spent in trenches fighting the enemy. It was possibly a good chance of the young man to prove himself worthy of being in the country he took advantage of when he was younger though things like valor and patriotism are easily thrown out of the window amidst a scene of violence between men of foreign backgrounds and the young Carlos then knew what true conflict was. Shortly after the war, the once amiable and cheerful boy he once was had faded away. He became colder and more distant, the war lingered onto him for perhaps too long and hardened the young man deep into his core. It was in the later events in his life that Carlos would later turn his former blue collar life into an underworld criminal one and with his experience with weaponry as a sniper during the first World War, he would learn to hone his new trade for a more unscrupulous one.

It was in the 1920's during the era of prohibition that he honed his abilities as a hitman for these immoral men and in his time, he would meet men like Al Capone, Arnold Rothstein, Johnny Torrio, and a plethora or many other famous criminals, many of them who had names that did not make it to popularity. In those years to which only his wife was aware of but did not approve had it not been for the streaming amounts of revenue which came from being a criminal. Life for the most part was economic until one unfortunate day during an illegal alcohol trade from New York to Chicago by truck. Only one shipment was needed to head to Chicago and took only three men to take it there, an easy task but little did he realize that it was going to change his life. Out of all the problems a criminal could run into during this mission - It was a flat tire.

During the duration of time in which was spent changing the tire, Carlos could remember having the eerie feeling of being watched. It was dreadful and cold, as if someone were preying on them. When one man decided to take a look around, all that was heard were his fatal screams in the dark night in the middle of nowhere. Both men were armed and yet felt to helpless and from the corner of his eye, the other man had also vanished in a fraction of a second. It was perhaps the worst feeling Carlos ever had before being snatched himself and felt an antagonizing sharp pain in his neck but before whatever took him could sink its teeth deeper into his bare neck, Carlos fired his .38 revolver and collapsed for the floor with what he thought some sort of beast in the woods. Taking his flashlight, he realized it was a vampire and to his disbelief knew that he was bound to become one himself.

During the next hour, he would transition. It was a long, torturous pain but in the end, the Spanish man recovered within only a few minutes after his transition. Immediately, Carlos felt rejuvenated, feeling almost super-human as he developed cat-like reflexes and unimaginable speed in the day which he transitioned. When back on the road to Chicago after ridding of the bodies, Carlos spent his time sleeping during the day time and often found the day to be laborious. The sun which he most enjoyed the most in the world as a child, became nothing more than a burdening blind light.

Upon returning to New York, Carlos developed a passion for doing his job during the night as the daylight seemed to be rather blinding. Everyone in the criminal underworld called him the "Night Stalker" for his renowned abilities as a successful hitman though no one knew of his vampirism, not even his family. To feed his ever growing hunger for blood, Carlos would often steal the blood of those he'd killed and collected the blood into a canteen by which he would drink only when he needed to. In those later years, the hitman would kill over 100 men during his career but later grew to the attention of the United States Government who would later apprehend him in 1929 and was surprisingly aware of his affliction for blood.

Carlos Castillejo was spared execution but the Spanish hitman would have to work for the United States government in apprehending his fellow colleagues to which he obliged. In the 1930's Carlos Castillejo worked as an informant for the United States Government, by which he was obligated to do. During one unfortunate event at home, the Castillejo couple went for a relaxing drive though without warning, a truck smashed into the driver's side of the vehicle he was in. Carlos's wife, Ofelia, tragically didn't make it. Given that both his sons had already gone to college and had professions of their own, Carlos used this opportunity to as an alibi to escape from hiding his other life as his youthful appearance had already raised far too many questions and with the help of the United States Government, he made a new life for himself.

It was something that would haunt him for the rest of his life as he could never see his sons again. However, later in 2002, on his deathbed, Carlos visited his son Javier and confessed his life shortly before his death. During World War II, Carlos would later work with several other vampires of a secret battalion in stopping the Nazis in their tracks from conquering all of Europe which the US Government would later pardon him from his former crimes. Shortly after the war, Carlos later pursued a life in academia as his brother Lorenzo did who had just recently died. In his pursuits, he later accumulated a GED in 1947 and would later receive a masters in mathematics from the Univesity of Princeton in which during the 1960s and 1970s would later work as a community college professor. He spent the majority of the 80's exploring the world, the 90's as a taxi driver, the 2000's as a small business owner of a Taxi cab company in New York and later another in the city of Meridian which he has lived in since 1997. Little would he realize that the war between the rebels and the Darkworld would later also fall into his laps.

During the years which pursued after 2009, the Spanish Vampire received yet another job offer from the underworld though this time for a political movement rather than the mafia. Since he had a knowledgeable background and given the sum of money that came because of it, Carlos was obliged to take the offer though only as part time. It was the usual business of smuggling weaponry and moving people from point a to point b, all of which he has proven to have done inconspicuously through his Taxi Businesses. Although the man had worked with the United States government to keep the world of beasts apart from the human world, he had always true no intentions on letting the mythical world of the beasts of Meridian go on without publicity. As the war begins to brew between the Darkworld and it's Rebellious zealots, Carlos prepares himself for what is about to come in the ensuing unprecedented events which are bound to unfold.

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Sarah Benson

Name: Sarah Benson

Age: 18

Race: Witch Warlock

Faction: Rebel (mainly Zeiss)

Appearance: Sarah is 5’2”. 110 lbs, and has a BWH measurement of 33-30-37 inches. Her chocolate brown skin has a few copper freckles across her cheeks, nose, and shoulders. Her limp black hair is usually tied behind her in a ponytail using a light blue hairpin, but loose it goes down to just below her shoulders. Her face is heart shaped, with a sharp chin and softened but prominent cheekbones. She has a rounded nose, thin eyebrows, and young, adventurous eyes that always like to dart to something new or shiny. Her eyes in particular are a pale blue that shifts into lavender under the shade, almost glowing in the dark that gives her the impression of an exotic feline. Her prominent lips tend to rest in a pout. Her teeth are more yellow than she’d like, so she tends to speak without showing her mouth, usually covering it with a hand or book. Her fingernails used to be much more ragged, but Zeiss has made it part of her schedule to make sure they are nicely manicured, usually with a light pink polish. She doesn’t have a lot of energy but her thin arms and legs are useful for climbing to grab books on tall shelves even though Zeiss tells her to use a ladder for once. With her clothes, it’s hard to tell that she hasn’t been eating much and she doesn’t like heavy foods, though Zeiss has been getting her to snack on things from time to time so she might have chip crumbs on her face most of the time. From her younger days, she has an intricately made rune tattoo written in old Celtic, though the magic on it has died out and now shows off as a faint imprint on her skin.

Sarah lives in Zeiss’ workshop, so her clothes are bought by Zeiss, leading to some shenanigans with her wardrobe, generally in the realm of clothes that Zeiss doesn’t feel fit her look but fit Sarah. Sarah gets very attached to the clothes that she has, and ends up wearing the same outfit for days simply because she likes it. Her usual work clothes are a white turtleneck and black yoga pants, with a black sports bra and white underwear as contrast. The turtleneck also conceals a magically sealed collar that Zeiss hasn’t tried to get off yet. She tends to be barefoot but is a fan of sneakers when going out for a walk, and has an expensive coat from when Zeiss got drunk and spent too much on a fancy warlock outfit for her. Other than that, Sarah uses a burlap backpack to carry things around and silver bangles on her wrists as accessories.

Personality: Sarah tends to go on autopilot and work on a ‘order-execute’ state of mind so that she doesn’t make any offside comments about Zeiss during work. She likes to be useful, efficient, and out of the way, though Zeiss usually wants to wrap her up in some kind of narrative in the grand scheme of Stasis Magic. With clients and strangers she comes off as meek, constantly hiding her mouth and making sure that she’s preoccupied with some other chore so that she doesn’t have to make eye contact. Even so she is very bright, and is able to relay back any information back as long as she gets a minute to process it. In her more lax state, she continues her studies by reading up on the books that Zeiss gives her, and generally being a bookish type in her room in the upper floor (which the only entrance to is a hatch on the ceiling of the workshop, which is about a 30 foot drop). She likes taking care of herbs like oregano and mint, and practices her stasis magic on them so that they can stay fresh longer, her room now acting as a greenhouse for all sorts of plants. She has an appreciation of life of all kinds unlike her teacher, and works to promote the use of magic as a tool for comfort rather than violence. She opposes the war for the brutality caused by it, but finds herself siding with the Rebellion because they allowed her a safe in to magic in the form of Zeiss.

Her relationship with her teacher is supposed to be that of a teacher and their apprentice, but due to Sarah’s social ineptitude it usually comes off as a master and servant. Sarah finds her mind stuck in the past, and Zeiss doesn’t seem to care as long as it progresses her work. She does many of the menial chores for Zeiss and being the guinea pig of her stasis experiments if they don’t have any one around to play with. Still, Zeiss does take make sure she’s living properly and dotes on her affectionately, even if she excuses it as ‘grooming a proper successor to her research’. Sarah’s rune origin is Celtic Ogham, so it becomes more of them bickering back and forth on how to translate the runic incantations due to Zeiss’ runic origin being Norse Futhark. Still, she loves her master, eventually developing to a crush that she feels needs to be hidden.

Background: To be blunt, there’s a lot of illegal activity that goes on in Darkworld, but many things parallel human history and behavior. Slavery is something that has occurred for generations for both human and Darkworld, and Sarah Benson’s family was used for that particular purpose. The constitution of their bodies was more aligned with the magic of the World due to their bloodline, with vast mana reserves that allowed them to do extraordinary things. Lesser Warlocks and Wizards coveted this and formed a union to bring them down and use their mana for themselves. They were attached with runes that coursed their mana into their owners, and with it came a plethora of magical advancements. Sarah wasn’t exactly unhappy with the life she was born into; after all, it was all that she ever knew. She was taught language and societal behavior by her masters in order to camouflage her as a normal citizen, her parents isolated from her once she was able to think on a general level. It is because of this that she doesn’t understand the concept of family.

In 2006, a crackdown on slave regulation occurred and a raid was performed on this magic union by Darkworld nobleman who sympathized with those placed in captivity. Sarah was separated from her family, a man and a woman too broken by the events in their lives to even raise a child within society, and she became an orphan. Her journey led her to Meridian before the war occurred, and when the conflict heated up, she used the opportunity to become a thief. She didn’t know how to use magic, but she made due with what she could grab because of her innate agility (not knowing that she was using Augmentation Rune Casting). Zeiss would meet her a week into her stay within the Rebel Sector, having found her stealing a crate of pretzels that were coming in that morning for the vending machines near the gym Zeiss worked out at. After a small tussle, Zeiss managed to use her stasis magic to catch her, and did a quick DNA rune check to see if she was anything worth troubling herself with. In the end, she was. Zeiss came forward to her employers that having an apprentice with such gifts should not be allowed to go to waste, and boisterously claimed that within the Rebellion, it might as well be ‘finders, keepers’. Zeiss patched up Sarah and gave her spiffy new clothes to showcase her new class, even though she was not used to it. And so they are here in the present, working to Zeiss’ goal for the advancement of magic. Sarah felt this contract was similar to her former one, but in this case, she at least has the choice to walk out and be a thief again.

Skills/Abilities: As a part of an ancient lineage of great magicians and warlocks, many of Sarah’s gifts are inherited. She has a large amount of mana at her disposal, but still has difficulty using it due to her not being allowed to practice it as a slave. Her origin runes are Celtic (actually known previously as Ogham), and she has mainly used only one during her time as a thief: Dair, meaning oak, for Augmentation Rune Casting. It is the one rune that her mother taught her within their cell, more as a principle of fortitude rather than any kind of magic. Sarah learned how to place this rune by carving it into her skin on her arms and legs, allowing her increased strength, speed, and agility. She has no proper training in basic runes, but has been learning since her capture by Zeiss, understanding pneumonic and warding runes while researching Stasis magic. The primary words used within what is now called Celtic Stasis magic is ‘Spas’ (space) as a way of conceptualizing the incantation, and ‘Berkana’ (birch), as the ‘b’ of both Ogham and Futhark hold the same meaning, crossing the bridge of runes. If Zeiss has to create an analogy, it’s as if Futhark is the central trunk of the tree of Stasis Magic, while Celtic Stasis Magic is a branch of it using Ogham that had to be grafted on.

•Odi Spas: written as ‘mucoi Ogham Dagda Ibhar Uath Beith dair mucoi dair tongu Ibhar Spas Berkana Isa’, is what is used in Celtic Stasis magic as its base. The change in language is very essential to its usage, and Zeiss discovered that Celtic Stasis affect flora more than fauna while Norse Stasis magic is more suited to living creatures. This has the same usage as ‘Rae Isa’ except that while ‘Isa’ has an aftereffect of having the target feel colder after coming out of the stasis, ‘Odi Spas” makes the target feel warmer and comforted. While her master can only maintain the full incantation for half an hour, due to Sarah’s mana reserves she can maintain it for up to eight hours without much effort.

•Tris Odi Spas: written as ’Tut raddassodd tris ditrebaki dislondetun do bitu, mucoi Ogham Dagda Ibhar Uath Beith dair mucoi dair tongu Ibhar Spas Berkana Isa’, is a Stasis magic Sarah discovered that only exists within the Celtic Stasis magic repertoire. It can be considered a ‘chain stasis’ ability, as it can target up to three different targets and apply stasis to them in a feedback loop, turning the targets into their own battery of stasis until the user applies the release command. The targets simply need to have the rune of ‘tris’ applied to them to become a part of the chain, but the must have the full incantation on a piercing object, similar to Ani Rae Isa. This magic is less effective on Lycans, Wizards, and Druids due to their affinity with the Earth, but partial stasis from the neck down should allow the magic to be as strong as average stasis. This usually lasts for half an hour, though Sarah hardly uses it as she does not like to see others bound in invisible chains.

•The Celtic type Stasis runes can be set to a different time using the ‘ruis’ and ‘bledaniyas’ runes, which Sarah actively uses in order to preserve certain seeds and stop plants from rotting once it is out of season for them.

•The release command of Celtic Stasis is ‘mati ad tayomas’ for flora and inanimate objects; Sarah doesn’t care to use it much on other people, but Zeiss has done the research for her. For Lycans, the release command is ‘mati ad tamoyas conroicht’, but if the Lycan is older than 100 years old, you must use ‘mati ad tamoyas Faoladh’. ’mati ad tamoyas neamh-mairbh‘ is used on Vampires while ’mati ad tamoyas uiras‘ works on magicfolk (Druids, Wizards, and fellow Warlocks).

Enchanted Objects/Equipment: She has none, and has sworn only to act in self-defense. Zeiss finds this stupid since they are in the middle of a war, but doesn’t enforce anything on her.

Other Information: She likes the term ‘Warlock’ much better than ‘Witch’, and always wants to be addressed as such. Zeiss obliges her simply because a part of her agrees.

-Her favorite snack is Lay’s Potato Chips, particularly salt and vinegar flavors. Close second is Bugles corn snacks.

Vaso Vinland

Name: Vaso Vinland, code name [Magic Killer]

Age: 138 (physically mid 20s)

Race: Wizard

Faction: Darkworld

Appearance: Vaso is about 5'10, 170 pounds, and has a BWH measurement of 40-37-43. When in casual life, he makes an effort to appear like any normal man, which is somewhat difficult when your hair is bleach white. His bangs tend to get in the way of his eyes, but it never seems to be a problem for him. His hair is silky and a bit unruly on the back of his head like duck down. Dour, baggy eyes hang from a slanted forehead and a furrowed brow, as if he’s always looking at something that irks him. A strong jawline and less than prominent cheekbones surround an aquiline nose and thin, slightly chapped lips. Because of the nature of his magic, his skin smells like oxidizing metal and a light gray melatonin is encroaching across his body, the last remaining bits of his pale skin left are patches near his right eye and down the left side of his torso and leg. His eyes are the same gray, though at certain angles you can still see the dark blue that used to be there.Sometimes it looks as though his skin wriggles like thousands of feelers or his eyes seem to be more like windows into something beyond human grasp, but blinking seems to make those effects go away. He tends to wear clothes that match his monochromatic completion , generally a white scoop-neckline shirt, gray skinny jeans, and a black unbuttoned cardigan.

When he’s on the job, his concealment magic makes him into quite the imposing visage. He wears a long black overcoat, opened up to give his legs running room. Black gloves cover his hands and he adorns his feet with black socks and combat boots. He wears a mandarin-collared gray dress shirt with Gothic-styled silver lining and a darker grey vest; underneath is another vest made of Kevlar. He wears black pants made of a light fabric, with a silver belt around his waist. Underneath that is a full black body suit, covering the bottom of his face with a breathable fabric that forms around the bridge of his nose and cheeks. Removing the mask would reveal an insectoid-like mouth, made primarily to invoke fear into his opponent and distract them from his goal. Sometimes large tentacles and slugs appear to spill out of his mouth, but he never seems to recall them or being part of his concealment algorithm. Black, ornate tattoos seem to adorn his cheeks and arms, giving him an unearthly feel. His hair glows with a supernatural light, and his eyes make it as if the moon had been plucked from the sky and turned into two pupils of radiance. His sclera darkens slightly, as well.

Personality: Vaso is a quiet fellow, listening but never speaking unless directly addressed. This fits in line with his occupation as an assassin; he acts and doesn’t question it as long it fits his needs and fills a paycheck. This does not mean he doesn’t have a lot to say, but he finds it easier to just go with the crowd until it’s time to do his dirty work. He already severed ties with family long ago, fading into the Darkworld as an anti-magic specialist. Ironic it may be to use spellcraft known as ‘anti-magic’, but he finds it allows him to reach his objectives and that’s just fine with him; as long as it works is a motto he lives by. On the job, he is a ruthless killer, never hesitating to take the quickest path to extermination. Because he doesn’t want his usual targets to know of his location, he lives in the Vampire Section in an apartment complex on the 14th floor.

That is not to say he doesn’t have other interests either. He’s a big fan of cafes, trying different brews and listening to other people talk. He has a Russian Blue cat named Jekyll who he keeps in his apartment, though it sometimes follows him outside and hangs out on his shoulder like some kind of bird. His quick go-to snack is senbei, so he just has whole jars full of them in his apartment (not like he’s done any decorating; it looks almost the same as when he came in). While his work in generally in the city, he enjoys the countryside more, and enjoys the time he spent with Jekyll in the meadows near his old home on Cape Breton in Nova Scotia.

His reasoning for staying within Darkworld comes from a quote he saw on TV, as mundane as that is: “death is always more frightening when it strikes invisibly”. Fear is an aspect of life that must always be held close to the heart, and losing fear can only mean that the world would grow lax and safe. This is especially true for the human world, those higher up believe themselves to be immortal and above others. The Darkworld is the ceiling to humanity, and it is a line that should not ever be crossed. To maintain that order, he stands as one who will always be there to instill fear and keep humanity and Darkworld citizens in line as their judge, jury, and executioner. The Council has proven they are strong time and time again, and in the face of a Rebel force it still shows no signs of wavering. For Vaso, the Rebellion stands for a shift in equilibrium between the natural order of the light and the dark, the transparent and the obscured. As someone perfectly comfortable with the occupation he holds, he’d rather not have another force trying to bring him into the light.

Background: The man known as Vaso Vinland hasn’t really changed much from his younger self, an average kid who found himself on a path and simply followed in line like many others. He had two fathers and an older sister who all lived their lives and people he eventually distanced himself from. He always had two friends in each year of his school life. He had a lover or two before eventually deciding against it. The boy saw it all with a dulled sense of apathy. He didn’t see the world as black and white, nor right and wrong, but in an infinite monochrome that eventually made him physically color blind, unable to see red and green light. Eventually, the only thing that made him feel anything was seeing any color, as the only thing that stood out was his blue eyes. There’s was nothing wrong with that lifestyle; simply that from an outsider’s perspective, it’s pretty drab until he turns to a life of crime and eventually becoming a legal assassin working under the Dark Council. Vaso had been influenced by magic at an early age; usually it was concealment magic as his father used it to make funny faces to him as a child. Eventually it grew and he learned of others who used it for different purposes. Then he went to a private wizard school where he learned the basics of magic and lethality. To Vaso, the events that led up to his current occupation were paced evenly; he didn’t really have any objections to going down this road, nor did he really support it. His emotions seemed dead from the get-go; so many people wanted him to join them in their ventures as a bodyguard/killing machine.

Right out of college he became a simple contract killer until the age of 24, where he discovered that magic could go beyond what he generally saw in the business. The elements that he viewed before this point from grand wizards did not impress him; he thought they were always too flashy and felt himself grow detached from spellcraft. But eventually, while touring Northern Ireland, he stumbled into a hidden cavern filled to the brim with shining blue crystals. The cavern had been crossed by several ley lines, imbuing the location with an absurd abundance of raw mana. He was enticed to go inside, and found after two hours of walking through he believed that the cave might have no end. Yet, he kept going, losing track of time, entranced by the length of the cave. Impossibly long. What happened next, he didn’t understand: all he knew was that he came into contact with something beyond the stars and the darkness, and he was given knowledge that granted him the ability to reflect magic onto its user. He was teleported out of the cave, and he woke up in a mountain range in New Zealand. But he did not press for knowledge on what he was given; he simply decided to use it.

With these new abilities, killing became almost like a civic duty; following orders and living comfortably. His skin had started to gray, but he never really noticed; everything was gray to him. He had dreams that seemed to pull his body somewhere else, feeling something so physically complex that the further he looked, the deeper the rabbit hole was. He chose to ignore them, in favor of more hours in his work. He adopted a cat that shimmered in blue, had a home up in Canada, and lived as he pleased until he was called in by a subsidiary of the Council to do some more dirty work.

And so he moved, and here he was.

A simple man who simply lived without purpose.

And didn’t care to find one.

The man was content, but the Rebels made it hard to live in that peace.

And so he did his civic duty.

Skills/Abilities: [Magic Killer] is a title that he has grown into over the years and he does his job with terrifying accuracy. First in his usual procedure is to observe the target for a week, a month at the maximum. This is usually done via magic tapping, enhancing his senses using magic seals that he would place within the person’s home to make it as if he was in the same room as them, coming off as a sensory astral projection. The next step is execution, using many varieties of tools and tricks:

•The magic is uses that gave him his notoriety is what he has dubbed Anti-Magic, which serves not to destroy magic that has been activated, but rather rewriting the spell so that it becomes destructive to the user. Unlike warlocks who use the written word, his brand of magic is spoken orally and from a similar power source to Zeiss’; Norse Falthark. Evoking the incantation of ‘Nauthiz’ causes the area around him become susceptible to his suggestion, amplifying the anti-magic within a Bounded Field around him at around 20 meters. It would then become a matter of learning the nature of the target’s self-defense tactics. If they have none, great; his job is easier. If they do, all he needs to do is match up the definition of the magic that they use with a Fulthark symbolic concept. This is usually done in the time he takes to observe them. Once he does so, the sigil is reversed and the magic is targeted toward his opponent rather than himself, often causing their own demise. There are ways around it, of course. If the opponent doesn’t use magic, then this ability won’t have any effect on them and he would have to use his other skills. Because of the nature of mana, this only affects other wizards and sorcerers; attempting to do so on any other type of magic like runes and druid magic causes his mind to strain to grasp the nature of their mana and debilitate him for a good while. Every time he uses this power, the gray skin seems to encroach on his body a little bit more.

•Vinkalda is an air-based magic that makes him completely silent, synchronized with his breathing. This manipulates the wind, muting sound by not allowing the air around him to reverberate. Holding his breath allows his movements to go unnoticed without any resistance to the wind. Exhaling makes his presence known, however, so timing on using this skill is key.

•Raidho is a specialized teleportation magic that he executes by using the Chinese concept of metal as an element. Under his mattress is a briefcase full of an assortment of guns, swords, and daggers, each of them having a drop of his blood stamped into the hilt or barrel. He connects his mind to the briefcase for a split second and, recalling the location of a weapon within that briefcase, teleports the object to his side. To prepare for that, he triple checks his weaponry and stock the day before he decides to fight. He can pull out the wrong weapon if he incorrectly remembers where he put a weapon, and the effectiveness of the weapon is lowered because of incorrect visualization. He can summon multiple at a time, but this can be a bit distracting to manage all of them. After the battle, he simply needs to say ‘Raidho’ without thinking about any particular weapon and all summoned weapons will go back into the briefcase where they were.

•Thurisaz is water-based illusionary magic; simply allows him to change his physical appearance. This is done by manipulating light and water vapor into a predetermined set of cosmetic changes. He uses this to disguise himself during missions.

Enchanted Objects/Equipment: Vaso has many weapons within his briefcase, to be prepared for many situations when combating fellow supernatural monsters. With each kill, he takes the victim’s equipment and strips them for magic that will allow him to kill other mages of similar type. He then adds it to the Arsenal, storing it in the briefcase under his mattress in his apartment. Currently, he has:

•Enchanted steel rapier, a personal favorite of his for one-on-one dueling. Being enchanted, it slices through magic like butter and it synchronizes well with his anti-magic. He’s augmented it even further by boiling it in a cauldron of many melted precious stones and different kinds of herbs. It lost about an inch off its original length, but gained a new ability to slow down the healing processes of its victims for 24 hours. He finds it very effective against non-magicfolk so it’s always a must-have in the Arsenal.

•A silver hunting dagger he took from a young werewolf. He can’t help but find the irony in a pup carrying around its own weakness.

•Portable shield, retractable to the length of his arm. Expanded, it can cover his whole torso. Used to protect himself from any volatile elements like fire, energy, and air magic.

•Finally, two guns; a magnum and a bolt-action rifle. Only the magnum comes with silver bullets; the rifle is mainly used for killing humans at long range. Still, it always does well to have support when working on a team.

Other weapons that he deems ineffective or less effective than his current Arsenal are generally sold on the black market: he isn’t going to miss them, that’s for sure.

Other Information: He enjoys watching space, though rejects the notions that humanity will ever find alien life by probing space. ‘Maybe they don’t want to be found’, he would laugh, his gray eyes suddenly looking like holes boring into his skull. He could stare at space all night long, but understands he has a job to do.

-He coughs up white blood cells from time to time, like the anti-magic he uses is rejecting his natural protection for more magic-based types. It never seems to impede his work or health condition, so he’s okay with it.

-His favorite food is different types of raw seafood, though he can be very picky about the taste. Likes octopus the most, particularly in the form of takowasa.

-He seems to have an aversion to mirrors, as seeing his own reflection causes migraines and severe headaches similar to the feedback he gets when incorrectly using his anti-magic.

Arthur Caufield

Name: Arthur Caufield, known as “The Mountain’s Wind”

Age: 89 (physically early-30s)

Race: Druid

Faction: Darkworld

Appearance: Arthur is 6’10, over 300 pounds, and has a BWH measurement of 55-50-53., showing himself to be quite a goliath of a man. His build is strong, packed with even proportions of fat and muscle that make seem more like the human version of a grizzly bear. His hands are hard and calloused from the training he had done since he was a young boy, and his legs feel as solid as stone. On top of a muscled neck is a strong jawline with a light blond 5 o’ clock shadow. His hair is tousled and swept to the left, and looks like a wheat field when it’s in the sunlight. He has a squared forehead, wrinkles stretching from his eyes, and sharp eyebrows that arc across his brow. His laugh is the boisterous type where his eyes become shut, and he lives his life just as loud. His skin is a bit tan from his time outside, and his green eyes twinkle with a merry glee.

He decides to go for a hiker look to fit his profession as a man of the land, though being in the bustling city of Meridian has made him change up his outfit slightly. He currently wears an evergreen tank undershirt and cream colored khaki pants to show off his arm and leg muscles. Two silver bangles adorn his biceps, depicting a dragon similar to the one tattooed onto his back. All of his essentials are on his back in a military-grade backpack, and he generally has no place to live unless someone offers him some refuge. His sword, named Caledgwynt, rests between him and the backpack in a shoulder sheath, which also has an attachment on it that allows him to wear it by his waist. He used to wear sandals everywhere, but in the city where people can step on your feet if you’re not careful he has replaced them with tight socks and sandy brown hiking boots.

Personality: At surface value, Arthur is your happy go lucky man who works out too much. He’s a fan of bars and drinking with allies, happy to be around the comfort of people once again. He wanders around the Sections of Meridian (sans the Rebel Section as he has no Ward Key) so that he could take in the sights and sounds of the city. He always tries to lighten a mood even if the people around him aren’t looking for it, but he can still read tension. He is prideful of his abilities, and always pushing others to be the best that they can achieve. He keeps up an air of strength and confidence, believing that looking back on the wrongs of the past is a foolish delusion to keep the soul from motivating itself.

Arthur is a man who acts out of his own righteousness. He fights for Darkworld simply because it would allow him to fight strong people; brave people willing to stake their lives to fight for their cause, damn the consequences. And that gets his blood boiling more than anything else. On another note, he does not want to expose the nature of Druid magic to humanity, believing that they would exploit it for their own means and drain it dry like the Earth’s already crippled resources. He would slay them for that reason; he’s already done it to so many.

Background: Arthur began life as a young lad living in the countryside of Colchester in the county of Essex, though he was taught by his parents to call it by its original name of Camulodunum. His mother was the daughter of a Roman Wizard who made his home here, and it was then that she met his Father, a Welsh Druid who had come east in search of a particular plant. Together they settled, working together to help each other by giving external perspectives on certain magic. They never married but then then had a child in 1926, and named him Arthur, after the king whose castle was rumored to be hidden somewhere in the area of Camulodunum.

Being a Druid in Colchester kind of sucks when the weather is dry and the land susceptible to drought, but Arthur never hated that lifestyle and remembers it fondly as memories with his parents. They were able to make a living given his mother’s water magic and his father teaching him about edible plants and hunting. Bringing life back to the parched land bought the attention of nearby fae, and Arthur’s dad had to quickly teach his son how to interact with them so that they couldn’t trick him into anything mischievous or costly. His dad also granted him the right to help enchant the blade that ran in their family, even if it currently had no name. Arthur believed his father to be the greatest Druid in the world, and he carried on the legacy that his father wanted for him by beginning his enchantment of the great sword he would eventually find the name for one morning: Caledgwynt; “The Harsh Wind of Camulodunum”.

His father died as a civilian casualty during World War II in 1944, Arthur becoming the man of the house at 18. He always hated the fact that he had to learn the fact secondhand, it left a sour taste that lasted a decade. He supported his mother until she finally died of a long lasting grief, but then wondered what he should do with his own life. He decided to follow the path his father wanted for him and, taking up the sword, decided to become a hero of justice, the friendly fae egging him on. The northern parts of Britain were harsh and housed many magical sects shifting in the dark doing dirty work, and it was time for Arthur’s legend to begin. Many of his battles were with werewolves, being able to stand the northern climate within the mountainous regions allowed them to pillage the farmlands below. Vampires were simpler to beat down, though he found their speed to be irritating due to his tank-like approach to combat. He even had to fight fellow magicfolk, which is when he learned his sword could never act against the kind that created it. At the peak of this mountain of corpses, he had gained many titles, though the one that eventually became the most well-known was ‘Mynyddgwynt’, or ‘The Mountain’s Wind’ as it would be secularly known. He wondered what his father would think, but then realized that his father never told him to become a hero. His father never told him to do anything other than live a satisfactory life. Arthur looked down from that mountain of corpses, and realized that there no going back as his hands were entrenched in the blood of his legend as a ‘hero of justice’.

It was October, 2014, two weeks prior to the beginning of this story, when Arthur finally came out of the isolated territory of the mountains to learn about the war from info that spread across the Darkworld. A new fire burned inside him, another conflict to extinguish after so long of wandering like the Cu Sith of the North. After having an associate bought him a ticket to America, Arthur is just now coming into the war, content to have something to use his strength upon once more.

Skills/Abilities: Most of the time, he doesn’t feel the need to use anything beyond durability magic; his innate training and tenacity make up for it, making him a capable tank to have in any party. Even so, when protecting others, he feels it is his duty to put in the best effort he has. This style is very much aligned with brute force, also having enough finesse to not attack his allies in the heat of battle. His sword is but an extension of his body; if it doesn’t work with the situation at hand, use any available limb like a fist or foot. It’s crude and a bit too straightforward compared to other soldiers in the War, and this is reflected in his use of magic.

His Earth Magic is just normal durability enhancements jacked up to 11. He does this by layering on several enchantments of Rock and Stone onto his skin. He layers, condenses, and turns the simplistic configuration into a Druid Symbol Array that can be defined as ‘Iron Hide’. While this can be done with 3 layers of Rock Enchantment, Arthur can put on up to ten, becoming a juggernaut of defense. His body becomes like the hardest alloys, and easy to push his way through most obstacles without stopping. While this allows him to go toe to toe with beasts, it is still a simple array. Most magic can still affect him in this form, so he can still be burned, buffeted by wind, and electrocuted. The skin might become hard, but internal damage is still a big factor to how he plays out a fight. Because of the nature of stone, he also becomes heavier as well, and liable to sinking or moving slowly. While he does have strength enchantments (primarily the Ox or Bull enchantments) to counterbalance this, he definitely still feels the effects due to a constant mana drain and physical fatigue. He can keep up the max enchantment for a half a day, but by the end he’ll want a cold shower and a beer.

While he’s quite the brute on offense, his actual abilities lie in being defensive support. If there’s anything his huge frame was good for, it was to be an intimidating meatshield. Iron Hide displays this by simply making him into a wall of impenetrable skin; it’s not inherently offensive. On top of this, he can use an enchanted area of effect defense magic known as ‘Ynys Afallach’, Allowing those within 10 feet of him to gain half of the enchantments he places on himself. This is much more draining on him, as he has to be the battery for their buff for the duration of the spell. He mainly uses this for sieging his opponents or as a diversion for others to do their mission. He can keep this up for ten minutes per burst, with a maximum of two hours if at full mana.

His most forceful trump card is evoking the dragon tattoo across his back, dubbing the state ‘Pendraig’ or ‘dragon chief’. Two conditions need to be met before he can activate this ability, he must be wearing his two shoulder bangles and he must take ten blows to the chest during the fight to, as he puts it, ‘stoke the fire’. Each time a blow hits, a part of the dragon tattoo on his back glows, and it deems whether the hit can be considered a solid blow. Once activated, it grants him the ability to create fire from his mouth to a certain extent as well as amplify his strength and reflexes a hundred fold. He becomes a hulking berserker that demolishes as many enemies as possible. While this state is extremely useful, it drains him for all his mana and he becomes useless on the battlefield; passing out immediately afterwards if he overexerted himself. At maximum charge, this can last for about five minutes, though he usually uses it as a last resort so it ends up only lasting about one.

Enchanted Objects/Equipment: The only weapon Arthur has and ever needed is a 15th century Oakeshott type XVIIIb steel great sword that he finished the enchantment to, meditating under a tree with it for years and allowing it to slowly become imbued with decades of constant mana conditioning from himself. His father had done same for the centuries he lived, and as lineage fell to Arthur he took on the mantle for providing this blade with magic until it finally become the ideal blade for the Druid. As Arthur is a Druid, the sword is saturated with potent nature magic; also helped that he meditated with it in a forested clearing blessed by the fae. They say that if the blade were to rest in the earth over a day, daffodils and posies would bloom on its surface no matter how matter how barren. It is a sword that cannot be used against fellow Druids and purely elemental magic wizards, and seems to shake in the presence of magic unknown to the nature of the Earth since 2005 when it had become completely enchanted (like Vaso’s anti-magic and Zeiss’ Stasis Magic). This is not to say that it is the commonly known material of enchanted steel, as the blade itself cannot cut through magic. As one saturated in Druid magic, it has several other abilities as well:

Caledgwynt, or ‘Hard Wind’, is the one ability the sword can use under Arthur’s control. Other Druid users may be granted different abilities according to their disposition and skill with the blade, but this ability is solely Arthur’s. Using the flat of the blade and calling upon the wingspan of a great condor, he can send a shockwave of air pressure at his opponent. It’s a fairly short range for a projectile (about 5 meters), but it can even disperse magic that is within that range. People within 1 meter of the blade will be pushed back if they are not the weight of an elephant and disorientate their senses due to the compressed air.

Other Information: He doesn’t have much of a palette for food, but he mainly eats mutton to keep up with his protein intake. He jokes that the sun allows him to restore his mana quicker, but nobody has tried to confirm or deny this fact.

-He doesn’t really understand the concept of money, but perceives that it is used to pay for goods and services. He doesn’t have any formal education either, and is a bit dyslexic.

-His accent is distinctively Welsh because of his father, and because he never actually had much interaction with other people it isn't very refined.

Scathach

Name: Eilísh, code name [Scathach]

Age: 203 (physically early 20s)

Race: Sorceress

Faction: Darkworld

Appearance: Eilish is 5’9”, about 145 pounds, and has a BWH measurement of 41-31-41, having a shapely hourglass figure. Her face has a diamond shape to it, with a broad forehead and expressive lips. She has thin eyebrows and her sharp eyes are a deep, saturated red, having a permanent glare to them due to her preferred expression of a scowl. She has soft pale skin akin to porcelain; as if blemishes were not allowed to mark her body other than a beauty mark on her right clavicle. She has thin wrists and her legs have been commented as dainty-looking, despite her true nature. Her straight burgundy hair parts on the left side of her head and curls a bit inward at the end, reaching down all the way to below her butt. She likes to style it in various braids and buns, but usually for casual times it is a ponytail tied at the nape of her neck with a light pink scrunchie.

Her casual wear both around the house and going outside is meticulous. Most of the time her outfit is a v-neck shirt of some kind and jeans of a color that accents the shirt. Other times it’s a tank top and shorts, and sometimes it’s a more formal like a princess vest on a white dress shirt and black business pants. Peplums and blouses are a personal favorite of hers to wear with any kind of shapely pants. She never wears the same clothes within two weeks of each other so to not look like she wears a limited array of clothing due to laziness or slack. She generally likes to wear a shawl on cloudy/windy days. She likes wearing heels because they make her taller, but always has a change of shoes in her handbag in case she needs to run at someone.

While Eilish is an assassin whose visage should be more about function than aesthetic appeal, she likes to dress to make herself look like the best; being an attractive winner is very important to her. Long, fingerless gloves reach up all the way to the top of her biceps, her index and middle fingers having ruby rings to keep the glove in place. A sleeveless dark violet Chinese dress with flame-like designs and cut at the knees adorns her top while a translucent silk cloak covers her shoulders. Silver, flower-patterned earrings are placed on each ear and a bit of dark mascara accent her eyes and their bloody color. A princess braid crosses over the back of her head and a looser braid flows down her back. Loose and light black Chiffon pants with a pinkish-red belt, as well as dark pantyhose, cover her legs and tight, durable, black water shoes are breathable and easy on her soles with certain enchantments. While mainly for fashion reasons, all of these clothes are weaved with magic enchantments to make her fast and durable, numbing pain so that she can focus on her mission rather than flinch from the damage.

Personality: Eilish is what many would call a ‘bitch’; an irritable and prideful character, unable to take criticism or compliments from both friend and foe alike. Her heart is closed-off, seeing insults as direct offenses and compliments as arrogant and selfish in their own right. All you can do to be on her good side is to agree with her on the rare moments she praises herself, or to say nothing at all.

She can be a very demanding character in both her professional and personal life, pointing out precise details that bother her and her alone and will throw away anything that she deems defective. She is just as hard on herself as she is with others, having thrown away many spells that sees as incapable of doing what she wants executed at 110%. Much of this stems from a lifetime’s worth of abuse, seeing any misstep in the way of progress more like a tumble down the stairs. She can be brash, insensitive, cruel, and an insecure child, and understands that this isn’t normal behavior for anyone, but it’s all the identity she can cling to until she can put herself back together again.

While this bleeds into her professional career, she is still very efficient at her job and gets paid handsomely for the missions that she takes. She has standards to the type of jobs that she collects, and that makes her keep a strict client profile in order to make sure everything goes swimmingly. The only times she has failed in her objectives is if the client themselves made a mistake, and Eilish makes sure that that mistake is a fatal one. If you want to work with her, try not to make her miss her shot.

She has a hard time trusting others, and it could be a full two months of constant interaction before she get the inkling to look at you. Food from others is definitely out of the question, and attempting to force her into things will definitely lead to retaliation.

She is an associate of Vaso’s, being the one to inspect his weapons once in a while as her eye for precision is much more capable than his. As a fellow assassin, they have gone on missions together once or twice, and she appreciates that he’s quiet and doesn’t make things hard for her. Other than him, she has never played with others well. Vaso himself recognizes her as someone who can understand his ideology, and believes her to be a useful partner in his objectives.

Background: Eilish doesn’t remember much from her previous existence; it’s all very splintered and ragged. She remembers that the young girl was an only child, a bit of a chubby girl who got a lot of attention from her parents and friends. She had a love for drawing with crayons and climbing onto shelves just to see if she could. If she couldn’t, she would cry and her mom would have to come to soothe her, and the girl could recall the faint smell of clover that came from her mother’s apron while cooking food. She remembers her father as a courteous man, one who didn’t show a lot of emotion but always made time to smile for her even if he was busy working. A distinct memory that stuck for no odd reason is when her father got a package from a postman at the door. He always sounded so professional, with his back straight and writing down his signature. The life of that girl was one of mediocrity, but it was a good life to live without anything inherently wrong with it. She was then abducted at the age of 6, and she never heard of her parents ever again.

The cult was Gaelic, something that Eilish learned after deep study, known as Serglige Con Ulster; an unholy allegiance of Lycans, Warlocks, and Druids, who praised the Old Irish myths to a fervent degree. The ultimate goal was to resurrect their beloved figures, and bring about a rebirth of the legends that had been forgotten by others. That young girl didn’t really understand that, she just wanted to go home and be her parents. Still, with coercion and plenty of manipulation, they agreed to free her once ‘her checkup has been cleared out’, much like a doctor’s appointment. This was, of course, nothing but a pipe dream. In truth, they had kidnapped many children, looking to condition them into appropriate vessels for the symbols of their obsessions. Eilish made friends there, and as they were put through rigorous routines and downright abusive behavior, they knew that someday it would be worth it.

The 20th century rolled in, and so did chemical testing. Wizards entered into the cult as well, and their manipulation of the elements led to a change of structure in the vessel’s testing. New practices were tested that exponentially increased the death rate of the failing vessels, and all the little girl could do was take it as she did not have the strength to fight back. All that really kept her going is the lamplight near her stone bedside. In the world of a cold and miserable world, warmth could be found in even the deepest dungeons. Even so, her mind continued to erode and crack until could barely remember a life beyond the torture that she continued to endure.

The cult learned of her mage heritage from the fact that she did not age much, as were pleased to finally find another being of magic to test upon, particularly one with her wealth of mana reserves. It came down to medical testing and violent rituals to make her body submit to their desires, and decades finally shattered the last remnants of the life she had. Around the end of the second World War, the cult had broken down her psyche enough so that she was easily manipulated to change, being a blank slate for their own needs, and so they began their ritual. The main ritual that had been constructed by ancient Warlocks and Druids, with the main purpose being to bring back the spirit of the Earth using Druid magic, then switching to runic magic to bind that visage to the vessel using the Runic incantation. Wizards would then construct an earthen seal around the vessel, to allow it to incubate until the soul of their legendary hero can bind with the vessel completely. As different magicfolk their abilities could not be merged, but they are rather separate steps within a whole process; completely unstable but the best chance they had. For the girl who looked no older than 12 and long burgundy hair, they gave her the privilege to be the vessel to be merged with the one known as the warrior maiden of shadows, Scathach.

The ritual was deemed as a success by the cult once she was encased within the rock, and it became only a matter of waiting for the time when their hero will come back into reality. Scathach was indeed summoned back into the world, at least, in an astral spirit form, and her consciousness seeped into the girl below. However it was not only her psyche that fed into the vessel, but her rage. Rage at the idea of the people who idolized her would cause harm to such a naïve soul that had so much space to grow, anguish from having to be a part of that ritual, and the misery of an existence that couldn’t do anything but watch it unfold. This struck a chord with the young vessel, which still had pangs of emotion however vacant they might be. This stimulation of resentment and anger welled up inside the vessel instead, filling the cup before the whole identity of the warrior maiden could be completely injected. After ten days of incubation, the young girl broke her way out of the earthen seal, and stared at the people who were in awe of the sudden radiance in her eyes. Because of this, they were not prepared for the sudden blasts of ferocious energy that came out of the young girl. She may not have been able to understand magic entirely, but she could conceptualize the image of fire, and so fire filled the chamber filled with many of the members of the cult, and filled their very organs with the flames of vengeance. Many tried to push back the flames, but no matter how they attempted to, they were blown back by ripples that came not only from the vessel, but the spirit of Scathach that allowed the girl to be able to pour out such a ridiculous amount of life energy and mana. After a half hour of their base being constantly saturated in flame, there was nothing left but the ash and soot of the compound. The vessel was spent, the spirit that was supposed to be bound to her gone after the Druid magic had stopped being supplied. She collapsed in the debris of charred bodies and mangled corpses, hearing the distance steps of many things approaching.

The filled vessel woke up in a chapel in London, reborn with no scars or blemishes or wounds on her skin, and immediately angry; she wanted to escape and that was it, there was nothing to her life if she couldn’t be free. However, without the wealth of power that spirit had given her, it wasn’t long before she was captured yet again. A man in black robes came and asked her for her name. After a long wait, the girl thought on her answer, before replying with the identity that had been imprinted on her: Scathach, the Warrior Maiden of Shadows. The man looked amused by the answer, as if he had suspected as much. The man would explain to the vessel of Scathach that she had been used by people trying to manipulate the world to their own benefit, and that their organization could offer her a different path. When the vessel bitterly asked what they did, the man replied that they do the opposite of that cult; they manipulate themselves for the benefit of the world. And so, without as much as a stamp of approval, the vessel was given a name, Eilish, and made to join in the training camp of the Darkworld’s Assassination Corps. She had nowhere else to go anyway.

And so the tale of Eilish began; at first trying to escape the organization but eventually finding no exit. She internally escaped by reading, and eventually learned more about magic, language, and most importantly the one who she was chosen to be possessed by. The girl was often amused by the fact that they talked about her, but then realized it was talking about Scathach, not the girl known as Eilish; still, Scathach was part of her identity now, whether she liked it or not. She felt a strong desire to surpass that legend to gain back her sense of self, and started working harder than ever, wanting more than anything to go beyond her limit. This drive became a meticulous obsession with becoming perfect, marking her as a highly paranoid but effective marksman.

We fast forward to the current day; Eilish, under the alias of [Scathach], now work under the Darkworld as a professional assassin, having a special magic ability that makes her potent threat to deal with. She’s been stuck for the past 20 years on how to evolve herself beyond the state she is in now, but nothing has allowed her to push herself to her limit. That is, until the war started. The Darkworld called her to be one of the first combatants in the fight, and she confidently obliged to get some action along with some steady pay. Since day one of the war in Meridian, she has never stopped hunting for those who gave her back that sense of purpose, and to find her own identity once this whole battle was settled.

Skills/Abilities: Eilish is a Sorceress who is completely enamored with Fire Magic, and refutes any other type of magic being better than it (even though Fire Magic is easily snuffed out by Earth Magic but don’t tell her that or she’ll pull out her gun). She can use an array of different fire spells, including but not limited to fireballs, whips, daggers, and even needles.

Her specialization lies in a magic that she developed herself called [Gae Bolg], after the spear of Cuchulainn given to him by the real Scathach. First creating a fireball, she holds it in place and starts condensing it until it is the size a bullet; a solid weapon of pure flame but more unstable based on the primary size of the fireball. Eilish usually uses 10 centimeter fireballs, but does create bigger ones for bigger impact. Then she uses one of her two guns, both enchanted to preserve the density of the fire, and shoots it at her target. She can only make one bullet at a time; doing it any other way is a lack of precision that Eilish can’t afford to have. Plasma bullets have strong piercing power but as they enter a living organism by recognizing its hot internal temperature, it stops drastically. The bullet will then expand back to its original fireball form within the target, scalding their insides in a 2:1 centimeter ratio (10 centimeter primary fire ball mean 5 centimeters of internal scalding fire). For more drawn out fights, she actually prefers to wrap her bullets around actual iron bullets, which is a deviation skill known as [Gae Bolg Craiceann], or [Skin of Gae Bolg]. Doing it in this way causes the fire to actually expand inward, melting the iron of the bullet into the muscle and bone of the target. The safest way to take out these bullets is the usage of another magic user with an affinity for metal, though the procedure is fairly painful for everyone involved.

A type of defense spell she also uses is called Dun Scaith, which surrounds her in a heat dome around the temperature of 300 degrees Celsius. It’s more of an aversion magic rather than defense, but coming into contact within two feet of her skin is like holding your hand in scalding hot water. She cannot use any of Gae Bolg for the duration of this magic, as the bullet will register the heat of Dun Scaith and activate regardless if that was her intention.

While not technically a magic ability and more of an innate one, she references her eyes as part of her key to victory. Because of her precise detailing with the way she meticulously prepares herself for work, her eyes are highly perceptive and can understand the trajectory of a motion as well as picking up on minute details that might become important later. Usually the cognition is right, but it is up to her if she wants to act against it or not.

Enchanted Objects/Equipment: As said above, all of Eilish’s clothes have been enchanted with speed and durability magic, making her just as fast as a vampire while as durable as a werewolf with none of the healing factor. After all, if she does her job well there should be no point for her having to take wounds at all. These runes are not powered by herself, but by the runes; acting as a battery until they can be replenished by the warlock who made them. Thankfully, he works at the Assassination Department, so she always makes sure to recharge them every time that man comes to the office.

Her preferred weapon of choice for her profession is the Glock 19, which she affectionately calls Coinchenn, for both its blocky design and safe handling. She wields it using her right arm so that she doesn’t damage her dominant left. She has two pockets strapped to the side of her thighs, carrying 4 magazines of 15 rounds each with 2 magazines in each pocket.

She also carries on her person a Remington Derringer named Curruid, a type of pocket pistol that is pathetically small and holds only one bullet in it at a time. She uses this gun up close and personal for a sadistic killing blow, for either her victim or herself. In the face of death, she will gladly take the first step rather than let someone else take it for her.

Other Information: She is too insecure to start up a romantic relationship with anyone, and doesn’t find anything sexually attractive because opening up to those desires, she feels, would lead her down a path of ruin. The Scathach part of her agrees, having seen what it has done to her protégé, Cuchullain.

-Sometimes, she talks out loud to the part of her that became Scathach, mainly when she finds the world a bit too harsh or when she’s being a little too self-deprecating. It should be noted that it’s more akin to a multiple personality disorder than having the actual spirit inside of her.