Name: Bee
Age: 25
Personality: Kind and funny. And very Bubbly. She can also be serious when needed.
Looks:
Age: 25
Personality: Kind and funny. And very Bubbly. She can also be serious when needed.
Looks:
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Member
Seen
3 mos ago
Name: Deaik Sotto
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Role: Citizen
Goal: Claim the key to the mortal realm for himself and unleash havoc
Looks: Deaik is a white male of about 4'6. He has dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. His most common outfit is a white tank top that shows off his scar- a knife wound from when he died- and a pair of yellow shants(short pants).
Personality: Deaik is a very mysterious man. He speaks little and the only information known about him is his end goal- havoc.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Role: Citizen
Goal: Claim the key to the mortal realm for himself and unleash havoc
Looks: Deaik is a white male of about 4'6. He has dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. His most common outfit is a white tank top that shows off his scar- a knife wound from when he died- and a pair of yellow shants(short pants).
Personality: Deaik is a very mysterious man. He speaks little and the only information known about him is his end goal- havoc.
Name: Zi Ling
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Acid Mage
Role: Bodyguard(Private Hiring Company)
Looks: Zi is an Asian male of about 5’6 with blonde hair. He has bright emerald eyes that are often empty even though they appear to shine. He mostly stays in his human form and wears navy jean shorts and a dull hunter-green T-shirt. His skin is slightly tinged with a strange greenish-blue color from the poison that was used to kill him- a drain cleaner and sodium nitrate mixture made specially to kill just him.
Personality: Zi is firm and hates nonsense. He is almost always perfectly stoic and shows no feelings.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Acid Mage
Role: Bodyguard(Private Hiring Company)
Looks: Zi is an Asian male of about 5’6 with blonde hair. He has bright emerald eyes that are often empty even though they appear to shine. He mostly stays in his human form and wears navy jean shorts and a dull hunter-green T-shirt. His skin is slightly tinged with a strange greenish-blue color from the poison that was used to kill him- a drain cleaner and sodium nitrate mixture made specially to kill just him.
Personality: Zi is firm and hates nonsense. He is almost always perfectly stoic and shows no feelings.
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Member
Seen
1 mo ago
Name -
Given: Jaden Cassia
Preferred: Jaden
Accepted Nickname/s: Jaden
Gender -
Male
Pronouns: he/him
Age -
17
Species -
Shapeshifter
Vampire
Cause of Death -
Drowning
Remaining Symptoms -
Jaden's eyes are always watery and glassed over as if they can no longer focus. While he still can see, bright objects appear blurry to him.
Powers -
Shift ~ He’s a shapeshifter. He can change forms- TwT
Mimic ~ He can mimic the sounds of the form he is in, be it a cat’s meow or another humanoid’s voice.
Personality -
Jaden
Positive Traits -
WIP
Negative Traits -
Jaden snaps often, due to the lack of control of his vampire side.
Looks -
Jaden typically wears all black and a bit of dark gray. He is around 5’6, so not too tall, and relatively slim. His eyes are dark grey but sometimes become red due to his vampire genes.
Weapon/s Of Choice -
He carries both a knife and a gun, which he uses interchangeably.
Religious Standings -
Jaden used to be Christian, but he dropped religion when his parents turned up murdered at the bottom of a lake.
Employment In Human World -
Mercenary(Forced by contract. LSWD)
Family Tie Status -
He’s cut ties with his brother Keith and Keith’s girlfriend but is still close with his sister Avery.
Significant Other -
Null.
Mother -
Adrika Avery Cassia. Deceased.
Father -
Aurelius Cassia. Deceased. Appears to Jaden as a ghost.
Sibling/s -
Jaden had one brother, Keith, whom he cut ties with. He has one sister, Avery, to whom he is still close to.
Assorted Details -
WIP
Short Backstory -
WIP
Given: Jaden Cassia
Preferred: Jaden
Accepted Nickname/s: Jaden
Gender -
Male
Pronouns: he/him
Age -
17
Species -
Shapeshifter
Vampire
Cause of Death -
Drowning
Remaining Symptoms -
Jaden's eyes are always watery and glassed over as if they can no longer focus. While he still can see, bright objects appear blurry to him.
Powers -
Shift ~ He’s a shapeshifter. He can change forms- TwT
Mimic ~ He can mimic the sounds of the form he is in, be it a cat’s meow or another humanoid’s voice.
Personality -
Jaden
Positive Traits -
WIP
Negative Traits -
Jaden snaps often, due to the lack of control of his vampire side.
Looks -
Jaden typically wears all black and a bit of dark gray. He is around 5’6, so not too tall, and relatively slim. His eyes are dark grey but sometimes become red due to his vampire genes.
Weapon/s Of Choice -
He carries both a knife and a gun, which he uses interchangeably.
Religious Standings -
Jaden used to be Christian, but he dropped religion when his parents turned up murdered at the bottom of a lake.
Employment In Human World -
Mercenary(Forced by contract. LSWD)
Family Tie Status -
He’s cut ties with his brother Keith and Keith’s girlfriend but is still close with his sister Avery.
Significant Other -
Null.
Mother -
Adrika Avery Cassia. Deceased.
Father -
Aurelius Cassia. Deceased. Appears to Jaden as a ghost.
Sibling/s -
Jaden had one brother, Keith, whom he cut ties with. He has one sister, Avery, to whom he is still close to.
Assorted Details -
WIP
Short Backstory -
WIP
Name:Richter Deice
Alias or aka:Sly
Age:22
gender:Male
Appearance:Top to bottom: Hairstyle a combover in which the hair is about 4 inches long and combed mostly to the left side of his face. The hair color is dyed dark blue (highlights) mixed in with his natural dirty blonde. He has a clean shaven, leanish face with a chiselled nose, a strong jaw line, average dirty blonde eyebrows and normal ears. He has blue-green eyes and tan skin with a slim build to his body frame. He is wearing a brown jacket with chest pockets and a high collar. Also wearing dress pants of a tan color with back pockets. His shoes are built like sneakers but of a dark brown and socks match the shoes. He also wears a scarf to hide a deep scar. It's a deep black scar that resembles a ring around his neck.
Skill Set:Some Martial art skills, Brawling skills as well as with daggers and blades up to and including swords. Good skills of observation and the ability to pick locks, smell different odors and ok at cooking basic necessities.
Personality:He has a weary but pleasant demeanor he keeps as an outer mask. Internally he is suspicious of strangers and everyone he has never met before. Although he is loyal if he has a reason and to those whom he respects and/or earned his trust. He also has a dry sense of humor.
Role:Bodyguard
Biography:Richter grew up in the north. Farther up north than most people even knew about. The weather was cold and snowed most of the year with hardly a summer to speak of. The economy of the town in which Richter was born, was in a state of severe recession. Everywhere people were walking the streets asking for handouts, anything to get by, because there were no jobs to be had. Well that wasn't true, there were jobs. If you kneeled to the Lord (dictator) who had shown up about 5 years previous to Richter's birth. He had an army of hundreds at his back. His army already conquered several of the neighbouring towns and since this town was prosperous it was his next conquest. It was because of the mine, just outside which was Richter's hometowns biggest export. The Lord's edict was thus "You're a slave for me or I'll turn you into a slave with life crippling taxes on you and everything you have".
Years passed with his father already working in the mine, but now working much, much harder. Coming home and almost passing out and then dying out of heat exhaustion. Sadly doing that job in a hot cramped space when just outside it was -20 degrees. Richter and his mother were just doing their normal routine of cleaning the house and making sure everything was neat until their father/husband didn't return. Hours passed, the sky darkened to evening and then night-but he still never arrived. The next morning someone Richter's mother and father knew well had shown up at the front door of their tiny two bedroom home. There was a quiet conversation at the other side of the door as Richter's mother had told him to wait until they were done speaking. Minutes later Richter saw his mother crying, tears flowing down her face and he knew what it meant. His father was gone. He felt a giant pit in his stomach, the man who taught him everything. Gone. Just like that. Gone.
He tried to let it go and just move on. It wouldn't happen, he couldn't forget his father. He had to live for his father and help out his mother as the Lord's men then went to her to take her away. For her to work all day everyday, sewing clothes at their primitive machines inside the factory. Richter tried to separate his mom from the soldiers and was abruptly backhanded and told if he messed with them again he would be hung. He ignored their words and followed the soldiers at a safe distance as they took his mother away. Glaring at their retreating backsides, he continued to follow-then a strong hand gripped his shoulder. Richter about to lash out as he turned around at his assailant. The assailant who didn't seemed alarmed at the youngster's reaction at all and simply raised his hand. It was simple gesture with a profound effect as Richter looked up into the man's deep brown eyes, past his hand and knew this man wasn't a threat to him.
"I know they took your mom."
"I know you're angry."
"You want to do something about it right?"
"Then come with me."
From the age of seven and for the next fifteen years this man taught Richter many things. How to sneak, fight hand to hand, with daggers and smaller blades as well. How to analyze what's happening in a room quickly and how to understand what messages people's bodies tell you, that their words do not, among other skills. Then one day Richter figured it was time to strike back and get his mother out of that camp and he nearly succeeded. He had his mother's hand in his and they were nearly out of the army's encampment but his mother somehow stepped on a very loud twig. Their position given away, an alarm was sounded. Within seconds dozens of soldiers flooded the area. Richter told his mother to run as fast as she could as he held them off. Killing any who tried to break away after her. but he was overwhelmed and stabbed multiple times in various places like his hands and feet. Then he fell unconcious due to the pain of the wounds and blood loss. Waking up blearily from a slap to the face as the full impact of where he was caught up to him.
'oh yeah great, they got me and how am I going to get out of this mess now?' He thought sadly to himself.
He ventured off alone to save his mother. The bindings binding his arms behind his back and his feet together were too thick to break and too tight to slip out of. He was doomed. He was told he'd be hung. Later that day he was. It was in front of the entire town as an example to anyone who dare'd to defy their lord. In his last seconds of life he saw his old mentor's face with a deep frown and a shake of the head and Richter's last emotion was one of anger. He felt betrayed. Then his neck snapped and he died within seconds.
A short time later he found himself in Nightlight city. He has made some acquaintances there and found himself a job as a bodyguard.
Alias or aka:Sly
Age:22
gender:Male
Appearance:Top to bottom: Hairstyle a combover in which the hair is about 4 inches long and combed mostly to the left side of his face. The hair color is dyed dark blue (highlights) mixed in with his natural dirty blonde. He has a clean shaven, leanish face with a chiselled nose, a strong jaw line, average dirty blonde eyebrows and normal ears. He has blue-green eyes and tan skin with a slim build to his body frame. He is wearing a brown jacket with chest pockets and a high collar. Also wearing dress pants of a tan color with back pockets. His shoes are built like sneakers but of a dark brown and socks match the shoes. He also wears a scarf to hide a deep scar. It's a deep black scar that resembles a ring around his neck.
Skill Set:Some Martial art skills, Brawling skills as well as with daggers and blades up to and including swords. Good skills of observation and the ability to pick locks, smell different odors and ok at cooking basic necessities.
Personality:He has a weary but pleasant demeanor he keeps as an outer mask. Internally he is suspicious of strangers and everyone he has never met before. Although he is loyal if he has a reason and to those whom he respects and/or earned his trust. He also has a dry sense of humor.
Role:Bodyguard
Biography:Richter grew up in the north. Farther up north than most people even knew about. The weather was cold and snowed most of the year with hardly a summer to speak of. The economy of the town in which Richter was born, was in a state of severe recession. Everywhere people were walking the streets asking for handouts, anything to get by, because there were no jobs to be had. Well that wasn't true, there were jobs. If you kneeled to the Lord (dictator) who had shown up about 5 years previous to Richter's birth. He had an army of hundreds at his back. His army already conquered several of the neighbouring towns and since this town was prosperous it was his next conquest. It was because of the mine, just outside which was Richter's hometowns biggest export. The Lord's edict was thus "You're a slave for me or I'll turn you into a slave with life crippling taxes on you and everything you have".
Years passed with his father already working in the mine, but now working much, much harder. Coming home and almost passing out and then dying out of heat exhaustion. Sadly doing that job in a hot cramped space when just outside it was -20 degrees. Richter and his mother were just doing their normal routine of cleaning the house and making sure everything was neat until their father/husband didn't return. Hours passed, the sky darkened to evening and then night-but he still never arrived. The next morning someone Richter's mother and father knew well had shown up at the front door of their tiny two bedroom home. There was a quiet conversation at the other side of the door as Richter's mother had told him to wait until they were done speaking. Minutes later Richter saw his mother crying, tears flowing down her face and he knew what it meant. His father was gone. He felt a giant pit in his stomach, the man who taught him everything. Gone. Just like that. Gone.
He tried to let it go and just move on. It wouldn't happen, he couldn't forget his father. He had to live for his father and help out his mother as the Lord's men then went to her to take her away. For her to work all day everyday, sewing clothes at their primitive machines inside the factory. Richter tried to separate his mom from the soldiers and was abruptly backhanded and told if he messed with them again he would be hung. He ignored their words and followed the soldiers at a safe distance as they took his mother away. Glaring at their retreating backsides, he continued to follow-then a strong hand gripped his shoulder. Richter about to lash out as he turned around at his assailant. The assailant who didn't seemed alarmed at the youngster's reaction at all and simply raised his hand. It was simple gesture with a profound effect as Richter looked up into the man's deep brown eyes, past his hand and knew this man wasn't a threat to him.
"I know they took your mom."
"I know you're angry."
"You want to do something about it right?"
"Then come with me."
From the age of seven and for the next fifteen years this man taught Richter many things. How to sneak, fight hand to hand, with daggers and smaller blades as well. How to analyze what's happening in a room quickly and how to understand what messages people's bodies tell you, that their words do not, among other skills. Then one day Richter figured it was time to strike back and get his mother out of that camp and he nearly succeeded. He had his mother's hand in his and they were nearly out of the army's encampment but his mother somehow stepped on a very loud twig. Their position given away, an alarm was sounded. Within seconds dozens of soldiers flooded the area. Richter told his mother to run as fast as she could as he held them off. Killing any who tried to break away after her. but he was overwhelmed and stabbed multiple times in various places like his hands and feet. Then he fell unconcious due to the pain of the wounds and blood loss. Waking up blearily from a slap to the face as the full impact of where he was caught up to him.
'oh yeah great, they got me and how am I going to get out of this mess now?' He thought sadly to himself.
He ventured off alone to save his mother. The bindings binding his arms behind his back and his feet together were too thick to break and too tight to slip out of. He was doomed. He was told he'd be hung. Later that day he was. It was in front of the entire town as an example to anyone who dare'd to defy their lord. In his last seconds of life he saw his old mentor's face with a deep frown and a shake of the head and Richter's last emotion was one of anger. He felt betrayed. Then his neck snapped and he died within seconds.
A short time later he found himself in Nightlight city. He has made some acquaintances there and found himself a job as a bodyguard.
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Member
Seen
1 mo ago
Name -
Given: Whisper Bea
Preferred: Whisper
Accepted Nickname/s: Whisp
Gender -
Female
Pronouns: she/her
Age -
30(Born 4-23-2027)
Species -
Witch
Classificaltion(Realm wise) -
Human
Magicai
Powers -
Basic Magic ~ “It’s basic goddamn magic.” -Whisper Bea, 3-6-2057
Personality -
Whisper doesn’t know the difference between rude and too far. She lies every second she gets, knowing that protecting herself is her first priority. Shes always cold, and rarely allows for anybody to get close to her unless she’s on a job and ordered to.
Looks -
Whisper has light skin, black hair, and sea blue eyes. She has a scar that runs from the outer corner of her eye, meets the corner of her lip, and is mimicked on both sides of her face- a lot like a smile that runs from eye to eye. She covers it with a black mask that could have been for Covid-19 except it’s over three decades past the pandemic. Her usual non-working outfit is a slightly baggy black sweatshirt with the Hamilton logo on the right shoulder and white font that reads “Hamilton” below it and dark gray sweatpants with good pockets. Her working outfit is similar to her casual outfit in the sense that she wears the same dark gray sweatpants. The only difference is that she wears a straight black sweatshirt instead of the Hamilton sweatshirt. Hamilton may be rather dated now, but she’s just fine with it. No matter what, she always wears her black mask to hide most of her scar.
Weapon Of Choice -
Whisper uses whatever she can get her hands on. She prefers knives and other assorted sharper objects, and finds pistols to be clunky and difficult to aim. She knows how to use a rifle, and unless she’s not on a mission from the FBI, CIA, etc., will have one strapped to her back for easy access.
Employment In The Human World -
Currently, Whisper is unemployed and doesn’t plan on getting a job any time soon. Well, a real job anyway. She works as an assassin/spy for the government as a side hustle.
Family Ties Status -
Dead to her
Significant Other -
Null.
Mother -
Unknown
Father -
Unknown
Sibling/s -
Unknown
Other Details -
Whisper never knew her parents, since she was abandoned as a child. They are dead to her. She couldn’t care less about finding them. Bringing them up just gets her typical “they’re dead” response. - Whisper’s scar was from being tortured for information when she was decently young, and stupid enough to get captured.
Short Backstory -
Given: Whisper Bea
Preferred: Whisper
Accepted Nickname/s: Whisp
Gender -
Female
Pronouns: she/her
Age -
30(Born 4-23-2027)
Species -
Witch
Classificaltion(Realm wise) -
Human
Magicai
Powers -
Basic Magic ~ “It’s basic goddamn magic.” -Whisper Bea, 3-6-2057
Personality -
Whisper doesn’t know the difference between rude and too far. She lies every second she gets, knowing that protecting herself is her first priority. Shes always cold, and rarely allows for anybody to get close to her unless she’s on a job and ordered to.
Looks -
Whisper has light skin, black hair, and sea blue eyes. She has a scar that runs from the outer corner of her eye, meets the corner of her lip, and is mimicked on both sides of her face- a lot like a smile that runs from eye to eye. She covers it with a black mask that could have been for Covid-19 except it’s over three decades past the pandemic. Her usual non-working outfit is a slightly baggy black sweatshirt with the Hamilton logo on the right shoulder and white font that reads “Hamilton” below it and dark gray sweatpants with good pockets. Her working outfit is similar to her casual outfit in the sense that she wears the same dark gray sweatpants. The only difference is that she wears a straight black sweatshirt instead of the Hamilton sweatshirt. Hamilton may be rather dated now, but she’s just fine with it. No matter what, she always wears her black mask to hide most of her scar.
Weapon Of Choice -
Whisper uses whatever she can get her hands on. She prefers knives and other assorted sharper objects, and finds pistols to be clunky and difficult to aim. She knows how to use a rifle, and unless she’s not on a mission from the FBI, CIA, etc., will have one strapped to her back for easy access.
Employment In The Human World -
Currently, Whisper is unemployed and doesn’t plan on getting a job any time soon. Well, a real job anyway. She works as an assassin/spy for the government as a side hustle.
Family Ties Status -
Dead to her
Significant Other -
Null.
Mother -
Unknown
Father -
Unknown
Sibling/s -
Unknown
Other Details -
Whisper never knew her parents, since she was abandoned as a child. They are dead to her. She couldn’t care less about finding them. Bringing them up just gets her typical “they’re dead” response. - Whisper’s scar was from being tortured for information when she was decently young, and stupid enough to get captured.
Short Backstory -
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