[CHAR] The Red Hoods: Initiates

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Vitius Dragomir

Name

Vitius Dragomir.

Sex

Male.

Age

Appears to be thirty years old and most likely is due to how recently he was turned.

Height

5'10".

Weight

198.76 lbs.

Species

Vampire.

Volunteered or Sentenced to join the Red Hoods

Sentenced to join.

Physical Abnormalities

A thin almost imperceptible scar running down his left eye.

Need To Know Information

*To combat the effects of sunlight, Vitius generally wears very thick clothing, armor, and hoods to decrease exposure.

*Besides the armor that Vitius wears (see pic at top of CS), he also carries a steel longsword with him, which he keeps in a sheathe on his back. Thanks to his years as a member of the well trained contingent of guards assigned to the town of Ebongrove by Baron Corvus, Vitius is quite skilled at sword fighting, hand-to-hand combat, and fighting from horseback. He also seems to know a little bit of blacksmithing and while it's not enough to make him a master smith, it is enough for him to keep his gear in good condition.

Combat Themes

Themes

[Duoya]

Edwin Cohen

Name:
Edwin Cohen

Image/Physical Description:

Apperance

Edwin is a fairly young man, especially considering he is entering into the Red Hoods. His odd choice of clothes obviously denotes him as a spellcaster, and he carries several accessories that seem pretty peculiar (Books, a shrunken head or two, etc). His brown hair seems like he cut it himself, and his voice is prone to cracking. Already a late bloomer, but he has lied about his age to help him get into the Red Hoods.

Has a Centipede that occasionally can be seen moving on or in his robes.

Sex:
Male

Age:
17 (Says he is 18)

Height:
5'6 (1.67 Meters)

Species:
Warlock (Human)

Volunteered or Sentenced to join the Red Hoods:
Both

Physical abnormalities:
Branded on the back with a demonic rune. Mostly just identifies him as a Warlock to other spellcasters and humans, many demons may recognize the marking.

Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional):
None that can be seen.

[MsMorningstar]

Eliza Chase

Eliza Chase

~Sex~
Female

~Age~
23

~Height~
5'1"

~Species~
Spellcaster

~Volunteered Or Sentenced~
Volunteered

~Physical Abnormalties~
A raised, light pink mark on the flesh of her right forearm, seemingly branded or cut into her skin.

~Need-To-Know Information~

A Look Into Her Past

~Two Years Ago~

Head spinning, Eliza swayed out of the tavern. She blinked slowly, eyes attempting to adjust to the lackluster lighting the waning moon provided for her. In her drunken stupor, she hardly noticed the cool, crisp air hitting her flesh. It was only out of habit that she wrapped her thick coat haphazardly around her body, her fingertips numb against the soft fur lining. Ever forward she wandered, going down cobbled alleyways and backstreets that were only partially familiar to her. She usually made her way home by the early hours of the morning, where she could safely pass out on her cot and wake up to do it all again the next day. However, it appeared the fates had planned something different for her.

Blindly, she stumbled into a warm body. She had to crane her neck to look up into the face of the man she had bumped into and grimaced upon eyeing the leer that painted his ghastly face. She took an unsteady step back. Mumbling a few slurred words, she raised her hands and embers danced across her fingertips. No true flame, sadly, this was just a parlor trick. At times the trick served its purpose, scaring off potential human foes who weren't well adjusted to magic and thought she could do more. Other times, like tonight, the thug before her just smirked and approached. So, she did what she did best, turned tail and ran.

Adrenaline coursed through her veins, fighting back the alcohol-induced cloud in her headspace. She could hear footsteps pounding the street shortly behind her and picked up her pace in vain. Her stride was simply too small in comparison to the behemoth man, her feet too unsteady due to her late night spent in the local tavern. He gripped her arm as she pumped it to gain speed, and pulled her to the ground in an instant. Her air escaped her as she struck the floor, and despite her attempt at a screech, all that came out was a pathetic wheeze.

"Hush now," He told her, his body imprisoning her small frame. He put a foul-smelling hand over her mouth to prevent any noise from escaping into the night, and his other hand traveled downwards, frisking her body to search for gold or perhaps weaponry. Knowing she had none to spare, she prayed the man would let her go. Instead, he slipped his hand underneath her layers of clothing. Tears streamed down Eliza's face as she kicked and beat against his sides and face to no avail.

"I'd let the lady go if I were you," A smooth, steady voice uttered from somewhere down the alley. Eliza tilted her head to get a look at her potential savior, but she was unable to see anything other than his shoed feet.

The man pinning her down straddled her waist to keep her pinned to the floor, sitting up in order to get a good look at his competition. "And if I don't?"

Her rescuer muttered something Eliza recognized as an incantation, and before the man straddling her could do so much as duck, a chunk of pure ice collided with his face. Eliza heard the sickening crunch of bone as the man's nose snapped, but wasted no time scrambling out from underneath him. The man slumped against the cobble, either dead or unconscious.

Eliza hugged herself, attempting to forget the villainous man's touch. Her eyes wandered over to her savior, who was a handsome man seemingly in his early to mid-thirties. His hair was a light color, though she couldn't tell exactly what that color was in the moonlight. If she were to step closer, she would realize that he had emerald green eyes. He wasn't much taller than her, and his slim build was certainly that of a warlock's.

"Is he dead?" Eliza suddenly asked, her eyes wandering back over to the vermin who had assaulted her. Her words came out coherent, all signs of her drunken daze having been washed away by the night's events.

"Would you care if he was?" The man questioned in return. Eliza was unsure of how to respond but soon shook her head no. "Well, he shouldn't be dead. Maybe just concussed."

"Why did you save me? Not that I'm ungrateful, it's just...a normal soul would have walked away." She hoped he wasn't expecting payment because she had none to give.

"I saved you because I possess the power to do so." He replied easily, and Eliza wished she could be as sure of herself when she spoke as he was. "Don't you wish you had that power?" He inquired, taking a delicate step forward.

Eliza did. Of course she did, it was only natural to crave power. She had magic flowing through her veins, so why wouldn't she want to be able to use it the way he did? "I know some magic, my parents were spellcasters." She spoke in an almost defensive tone, wanting him to know that she wasn't hopeless.

"If you studied under me, I could show you how to utilize that power in an even greater way." He held out a hand, and Eliza stared at his slender fingers with interest. "Wear my mark, and we'll work towards greatness together."

Eliza had never had a mentor. Her parents hadn't been able to afford one, and they were both novices in spellcasting. She yearned to learn more about the blessing she had received. So, upon the release of a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, she reached out. Their hands met, they shared a smile, and he whisked her away.

Charms and Creatures

Eliza specializes in making charms and incredibly lifelike creatures out of clay. These are the charms and creatures she's currently equipped with.
Creatures:

Eliza's creatures come to life when she imbues them with part of her aura in a way that is similar to astral projection. Unlike astral projection, putting her aura into these creatures does not require her complete concentration. The size and intricacy of the creature determine how much she has to concentrate to bring it to life. The more concentrated she becomes, the less lucid and capable she is in real life. It takes at least two minutes to inhabit a creature, meaning Eliza has to do it long before she goes into battle.

• Butterfly: Eliza's most prized possession is her clay butterfly, which is so life-like light can be seen through its wings. It is blue in color, with spindly antennae and eyes that Eliza can see through whenever she controls it. It takes about five percent of her concentration to control, meaning she can still walk and talk.

[Tenma Tendo]

Loona Celestina

Name

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"My name is Loona, with two 'o's, Celestina. Loona Celestina. You can call me anything close to my name and I'll answer for sure."

Image/Physical Description

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Crescent Moon

Full Moon

Theme - Within

Sex

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"I'm a girl. Um, female. ...Two X chromosomes? I...I don't know how else to explain it..."

Age

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"I'm sorry, I don't really remember. I know in my grown up form, I look about 18 or 19? Yeah, let's go with that."

Height

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"About three inches when I'm small and about five feet when I'm big."

Species

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"...F-Fairy."

Volunteered or Sentenced to join the Red Hoods

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"I didn't really have a choice, but I'd say I still v-volunteered."

Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc)

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"I have a few scars on my back, in between my shoulder blades. And I have freckles that are only really noticeable when I'm bigger. ...Oh, would my eyes count? They're really, um...fairies have really intense eyes, mine are no different."

Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional)

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"...I like to sit on people's shoulders or head if I like them. I hope it doesn't put anyone off..."

Fairies (+ Miscellaneous)
-- Fairies each get their power from different things and are often named after their main source of power and fairy dust.
-- Wearing a fairy's wings somewhere on your person either denotes someone of high standing, immense beauty, or daunting strength.
-- Fairy wings normally carry fairy dust, and when they're ripped off, the veins turn solid black while the color of the fairy's dust becomes a crystalline version of itself, covering the translucent parts of the wings.
-- Wings are almost as important as a name in fairy culture. They are a good way to know who's who when within a lot of fairies. Losing them is a big deal, some clans disowning or exiling them if it does happen.
-- Specific charms with four leaf clovers, bells, and things like that, as well as homemade bread and wearing clothes inside out will keep Loona a good five meters away from you.
-- Fairy dust promotes life in all living things and has the power to replenish, but not to revive, as well as other things
-- Loona can also shrink down and enlarge inanimate objects, like her wand and fencing sword.

Edit: Added some info about the fairy species and other miscellaneous things.

[AtomicNut]

Sir Gottfried von Lilen

Name: Sir Gottfried von Lilen
Image/Physical Description:
Rarely, people see what he looks underneath the armor. He has a stocky build and a rugged look of a veteran, with blue eyes and black-short cropped hair. He has a square jaw and stubble, and he has a noticeable scar on his cheek.
Sex:Male
Age:32
Height:5'11"
Species: Human
Volunteered or Sentenced to join the Red Hoods: Rumoured to be sentenced after killing his father but volunteered (He spread the rumour to protect the honor of his family who had fallen to vampirism).
Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc): Gottfried is a mess of scars, a product of a hundred battlefields where men lived and died by the sword to fight for lords, riches and gods. The most striking one is a slash that goes across the entire chest that nearly gutted him. Surprisingly, there are few scars on his back. He was no coward.
Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional): He was born a lord's son and he is an annointed knight, with all the paraphernalia (several horses and weapons suitable to most situations). He may or may not be looking for an squire.

[Inertia]

Sadon Fendrel

Sadon Fendrel

Frontal view

Sex
Male

Age
24

Height
5'9"

Species
Human

Volunteered Or Sentenced
Sentenced

Physical Abnormalties
A gash that runs from the bottom tip of his left ear to his chin. Usually unnoticeable as he drapes a scarf over his neck.

Need-To-Know Information
- Comes from a prestigious military family that produce alot of well-known and decorated individuals.
- Hushed whispers/rumors state that Sadon had committed the treasonous sin of 'Envy'.

[NorthernKraken]

Colin Rivington

Sex:Male

Age:19

Height:5'9

Species:Human

Volunteered or Sentenced to join the Red Hoods: Volunteered

Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc): Has a large scar running down his left arm, whilst it is unclear what it is from, it is clear it was grievous injury. A small scattering of other scars across his body, of the kind picked up during the course of any life not wrapped in cotton wool.

Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional):
- Mobility in his left arm is slightly restricted, although not to a debilitating degree, it does cause the occasional problem.
- Is trained in the use of knives and a bow and has been using both since he was old enough to pick them up, a necessity due to his upbringing in Crimson Heights. However due to the... questionable source of this training (namely, his 'shoot first, ask questions later' style uncle), his level of skill still leaves a lot to be desired. He is also familiar with firearms, and has relatively decent aim, however he does not currently have one in his possession due to their rarity.

Soundtrack

[Argetlam350]

Bartholomew Whitlock

Bartholomew Whitlock

Sex: Male
Age: 35
Height: 6' 1''
Species: Werewolf

Volunteered or Sentenced to join the Red Hoods: Sentenced to join.

Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc): Large claw and bite marks across his body, from the attack that left him cursed. A brand that marks him as a werewolf on his neck, given when forced to serve for the Red Hoods.

Theme:


Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional):
Only the sound of water dripping off of stone reverberated off the cold walls. He had lost track of time trapped inside his cell, shackled to the walls. No light entered making it impossible to tell whether it was day or night, only by the beast inside him could Bartholomew tell when the sun had set and the moon rose, it getting more restless with each passing night, knowing that the full moon was drawing nearer.

Ever since his affliction had occurred he had hidden himself away, moving his home into the nearby woods of his birth village, becoming a reclusive hermit. He only entered the village once or twice a month for certain supplies but had kept to himself. Those nights of the full moon, the beast would take over, his mind taken over by hunger and the need to hunt. How he had managed to keep himself from eating a human he did not know but for the most part the beast remained in the woods on those nights, content on hunting down the wildlife and ripping them to pieces. All until another beast tried to claim his territory, his hunting grown.

The fight that had followed led them to close to the village, the townsfolk hearing some form of commotion. By the time he had proven victorious, they had seen him. He managed to reign in some control to get the beast to turn and go into the woods but he was wounded and it was nearly day. The villagers had given chase and then found him, bare to the sun and covered in blood. He struggled but was beaten into submission and hauled off to await death.

The scrapping of wood against stone awoke Bartholomew from his light slumber, the torch light from the doorway blinding him. Even without sight though he could tell by scent that this was not his usual visit by the guards for his usual torment and beatings.

"So the Hoods have finally come," he said with a scratchy voice and huff ",To make sure one cursed monster is gone from this existence." Bartholomew got no response in return, only silence greeted him from his visitor.

"No," his visitor stated after several minutes of silence ",I'm not here to watch you die but rather give you an ultimatum. You might be a cursed child of man and beast, but the Red Hood could use your unique.... talents lets call them."

"Oh and why should I help you?" Bartholomew asked in annoyance.

"Because if you wish to live and not die like a mongrel beast, then this is your only choice out of here. Live or die Mr. Whitlock, the choice is yours."

It only took him a brief moment to decide. As much as Bartholomew hated his cursed fate, to share his body with the monster beneath, he still wished for life and a purpose. Now one was given to him, one that might let him have some form of redemption or at least a suiting death instead of rotting in that cell.

"Where do I sign."

[Exit]

Nicholas Album

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N I C K O L A S A L B U M
Theme

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^{_{S E X :}} Male
^{_{A G E :}} 20
^{_{H E I G H T :}} 5'11"
^{_{S P E C I E S :}} Human

^{_{P H Y S I C A L A B N O R M A L I T I E S :}}
Scarring reminiscent of a projectile entry point centered on the chest area. The single wound is a little less than an inch in diameter.

^{_{E X T R A :}}
Volunteered.
Nick is fairly good with a mandolin, likes his fruit, likes his drink, likes his women and knows his poisons. Is also new to the area and unless anyone is extremely well traveled, would not recognize his face.

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^{This OC conceived for: The Red Hoods: Initiates}

[Damo021]

Nyssa

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Nyssa Devout

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Image/Physical Description:


Sex:
Female
Age:
24
Height:
5’4
Species:
Dhampir
Volunteered or Sentenced to join the Red Hoods:
Volunteered
Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc):
Nothing really of note, except for when feeding on blood, despite her muted thirst, if she does feed her eyes will go a crimson red for a while after with the duration depending on how much she has had.
Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional):

[Almalthia]

Brighid O’Shay

Name: Brighid O’Shay
Image/Physical Description:

Human

Brighid is a redhead with grey eyes and a ready smile that doesn’t seem to quite reach her eyes, ever. Her hair is a coppery red mass of waves that falls past hips that are gently rounded. She has an hourglass figure that she tries to hide under loose clothing. Her bone structure is delicate and feminine.
Sex: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5’0”
Species: Spellcaster/Werewolf
Volunteered or Sentenced to join the Red Hoods: Sentenced
Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc): Bite on her left shoulder.
Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional): Spoilers.

[Red7VII]

Finlay Dougal

Finlay Dougal

Veteran Hood - Red

Accented Voice
Aggressive Attitude
Scars on Face and Arms
Expert Fighter
Enjoys a drink or two

NPC - Recurring Character

[c3p-0h]

Kiri Hae

Kiri Hae

Sex: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'5"
Species: Human
Volunteered or Sentenced: Volunteered

Physical Abnormalities

[Phlegm]

Robert Locksley

Name:

Robert Locksley

Image/Physical Description:



Sex:
Male

Age:
35

Height:
6ft 3in (190.5 cm)

Species:
Human

Volunteered or Sentenced to join the Red Hoods:
Volunteer

Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc):
Small scars on his face that show he is not new to battle

Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional):
Robert is a skilled combatant with military history as well as experience in being a personal guard.

[Red7VII]

Ryder Shaw

Ryder Shaw

Sex: Male
Age: 30
Height: 6'1"
Species: Human
Volunteered or Sentenced: Volunteered, Red Hood
Extra: His body is covered with battle scars, a birthmark on his left shin that looks like a thumb-sized bruise that never heals. No tattoos. He is a fully commissioned Red Hood.