[CHAR] The Roommates (Supernatural, Being Human type rp) OOC

[Color_Weaver]

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Juliette Rousseau
'JuJu or Julie'

24/25
Actual 113

Lamia
(Average life span figure about 500)

Juliette hating her formal name either going by JuJu or Julie. Cringing at the very mention of it, fighting to show her true nature at very mention of it. A torment that her mother makes sure to grind against whenever a visit is in order. Otherwise Julie is very laid back, maybe too much so as she tend to be pretty lazy and a drunk too but in a pinch can be depended on. Though as suggested with her being lazy as such is the nature it extends to a low end job. Though the slacker in her dissipates as soon as her mother comes into the pictures, as the years of strict discipline comes into play. The slacker disappears, the suit appears and everything about her normal self disappears. Though that moment is rare. As it comes to eating and health though it causes issues as typically her race would eat children or eat the hearts of people. Going cold turkey, living off of donors or animals hearts to keep going. Though never at her full strength due to the fact she won't prey on the living. Though having occasionally failed in that aspect having to call the woman she hates to help clean up the mess she's created.

Juliette's name is actually a fluke as her mother is from the old country of Greece but her father seduced and partially knew who she was stealing her away. But it was only a short while before the man was tracked and killed by her very mother. Though while her mother stuck to tradition, honors her lover for nights wish on a name. For what reason though it isn't discussed and if it is brought up its a hands down drag out fight according to Julie. But being taken back, under the wing of her own kind again though a trouble maker at that.

Threw the years in confinement or training as her mother would call it was enough, Julie had escaped the clutches of her mother. And good riddance too, though her instincts were put to the test. Surviving in the real world without aide, but little did she know it was all a ploy. Set loose into the world of humans to grow and find a mate to reproduce, though being the rebellious type like her father before she'd not go the route her preordained for her. Being an only child though is the reason why Julie's mother puts up with her, otherwise the occasional 'accident' wouldn't be cleaned up.

Work didn't seem to agree with her since she'd been always pampered on by the the funding and shell corporations of her mothers vast funds. Getting a simple job down the street to pay for bills and such but requiring something else. As she has a touch of humainity, getting a large apartment and putting an add in the paper. Figuring that other like minded 'people' would come. Some of those retaining or have a love for the mortal humans enough to form well. A support group as sad it sounds to keep their violence up and away from the streets.

(Writer's block sorry. More will coming up in the IC.)

[Nightfall]

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Name: Ethan Arachnos
Age: 56, appears 22
Species: Arachne
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WIP

[AuntFlavia]

Appearance: Alexandre is over six feet tall and muscular, his original carved figure remaining unchanged over the centuries. His face is distorted and freakish, a common feature of all gargoyles, either living or decorative spouts. His eyes are sunken and surrounded by dark rings, with a large hook shaped nose set underneath them. The face is surrounded by wild dark brown hair. His hands and feet are beast like, the feet in particular are difficult to hide. There are two slightly discolored spots on his forehead where his horns used to be. Unfolding from his back are two dark leathery and batlike wings, which Alexandre can fold back up, though even then they aren't hidden very well.

Name: Alexandre (Alex for short)

Age: 206 years old

Species: Gargoyle

Personality: Alexandre, as a gargoyle, is a being originally made of stone, and he must remain stone for at least 12 hours each day. During that time, he is aware of his surroundings but cannot move or speak. If he spends more than 12 hours as a human being of flesh and blood, then he automatically reverts back to stone for the remaining 12 hours without choice. He also possesses greater than average strength and can fly, though never does in fear of being seen.

Because of his loss, Alex is a man in recovery. Even after 185 years he occasionally succumbs to fits of depression. He is stable most of the time though, and can actually be a pleasant person to be with. Modern culture often confuses him, and he sometimes shows his older sensibilities through his taste in books and music. Either because of his nature as a gargoyle or the teachings from his creator, Alexandre is a protective person. It makes him very paternal, but sometimes it takes a possesive and selfish turn. He also has a destinct lack of a sense of humor, and when the rare joke does surface, it's usually very dry.

History: In the city of Paris, 1809, a talented but ostracized architect and sculptor by the name of Lucrèce Babineaux was in hiding. He was secretly living in a long forgotten attic in the Sainte-Chapelle. It was a lonely and dark existence, save for one window and several old stone blocks, perhaps left over by either construction or renovation of the building. Babineaux was fascinated by old Gothic architecture, and one night as he sat his bed by candlelight, he was seized by an egotistical but ambitious dream. He wanted to sculpt his own addition to the Sainte-Chapelle's roof.

For months he crafted as carefully and as quietly as he could, spending every waking moment perfecting his piece. Because of his interest in Gothic architecture, he wanted to create a stone gargoyle, something to divert rainwater from the roof and supposedly frighten off evil spirits. When he finally finished the intimidating figure, Lucrèce managed to perch it onto the roof, moving it outside through a secret entrance he had constructed in his room.

One early morning as the sun rose and the moon still hung overhead, Babineaux awoke to the sound of an explosion, followed by a ringing in his ears and a maddening tingle on his skin. Hearing rain pelting the roof above him, Lucrèce rushed through his secret door to the outside to find out what had happened, only to be met with the sight of his stone creation made flesh. The thing unfolded its wings and turned to face him when he cried out in shock. Babineaux was terrified until he saw that the creature was not hostile, and in fact, approached him with childlike naiveté. Babineaux decided to take in and protect his sentient and intelligent creation, shielding it from a superstitious world that would no doubt destroy it out of fear.

Over time, the creature learned from Lucrèce. It learned how to speak, read, write, and it learned of society and the world. It even chose a name for itself; Alexandre. For twenty one years they hid from the world and watched the city of Paris grow together, very rarely did either of them dare to venture out. It all ended when Lucrèce was killed on July 27th 1830, the beginning of the Three Glorious Days. Grief stricken and alone, Alexandre did not know what to do. Under the cover of night he took the body of his friend far from the city and buried it, marking the spot with a gravestone. Unwilling to experience a world without his companion, he perched himself on the grave and turned to stone, staying with Lucrèce's remains for ninety-one years.

The grave and statue were disturbed when they were uprooted during construction efforts in 1921. Alexandre awoke to find his horns broken off and his friend's headstone smashed into pieces, the damage caused by clumsy and uncaring workers. Enraged, he lashed out and killed them, ripping them apart with his claws. After he came to himself, Alexandre wept for what he had done, knowing that it was wrong and that Babineaux would never have wanted him to become a monster. Miserable, Alex picked up the remains of his friend's destroyed gravestone and started wandering. He was fascinated to see the technological changes in the world, but was disturbed to see how much his country had changed from what he knew. As a result, he traveled carefully across the rest of the continent for several decades, never really settling down or attempting to make new friends but simply seeing the world. He reached [whatever country this is set in] in 1998, and is now considering a change of pace, hoping to find a safe place to live.

[Argetlam350]

Ziandar Wolfe

Age: 32 (potential to live for quite some time if he doesn't go get himself killed while being a wolf)
Species: Werewolf

Personality/Psych Profile: Ziandar Wolfe (ironic isn't it?) is a rather calm individual though is prone to fits of aggression when the full moon is near, or in other cases feelings of lust if attracted to them (Hmmm what awkward moments shall we have? XD). Other then those moments of the full moon he remains a rather optimistic person and tries to show those who are new to the world of the supernatural that it isn't all bad even if it might seem bleak at first, joking that he is the only werewolf he knows to live to age 7 since changing. Some find it funny others find it a bit morbid. There are rare moments when he is depressed thinking of the life he had lost all those years ago. A loyal counterpart willing to protect his friends even if it means unleashing the beast. Who wouldn't want a werewolf as a protector? XD He also is protective of his friends because he views them as his pack or at least the wolf in him does.

Bio/History: He wasn't born a werewolf, in fact finding a pure bred werewolf in this day and age is rare. The life changing events that would thrust him into a world that only lies in the depths in the human mind and fiction happened seven years ago. He had only been doing a summer job at a hotel that was relatively remote hotel in the Australian outback. It was just something to keep him busy during the summer. Unfortunately it had been in the vicinity of a native werewolf who claimed it as his changing territory. On his way down a trail heading to his own vehicle to head home after the day was when it happened: the attack. The memories of the attack were mostly a blur but he remembered it first started with pain to his right shoulder, seeing metallic glint of blood squirting out as a black shape gripped into his shoulder. The pain went into his back as the creature grabbed him and began to try and tear him a part. Part of him tried to fight back with no success after feeling his hand land in the mouth of whatever it was and hearing the crunch of bones as his hand was mangled and broken within it. Miraculously someone heard the commotion and it spooked the creature off. He remembered waking at a hospital the next moment, the people inside amazed at the sudden healing of wounds when they had only given him a thirty percent chance of survival.

He passed it off as mere luck, a guardian angel watching him until more outside symptoms started to become apparent and then the first whole moon. A werewolf may chance whenever they choose but the changing during the full moon is a necessary change one that must always be taken. He had gone back to working for the hotel when it happened making him luck to not of attacked anyway with the wilderness so close. When he awoke the next day, blood in his mouth and a fresh kill near by, he knew something wasn't right. He couldn't believe what was going on but he started looking into supernatural things, subjects he would of passed off as jokes. When the full moon came a second time, he began looking into what was known on werewolves. After learning what he was changed into, he left his home and moved not wishing those who knew him to be harmed by the creature that lurked under the skin. For two years he remained alone until stumbling onto the place he lives now and has grown use to the beast within, even willing to change when it's not the full moon though he doesn't do it often. He has been with Julie for a few months, finding her ad in the paper those months back and he needed a place to stay. He hadn't actually expected to find a place that was with other supernaturals and now he has been enjoying his stay for the last few months minus the full moons which could swing either direction in being really good or really bad and disturbingly awkward. He has been lucky to not have yet to get killed be it by the legend of the silver bullet (indeed it's poisonous to werewolves) or getting hit by a car on his full moon nights.

[Baphomet]

Leonard

29

(More like 229)

Cambion

Psych Profile:

Leonard is something of a lost soul. After nearly a century and a half of indulging his every bestial passion and encouraging others toward crime and apathy, he is slowly starting to find room for morality in his previously amoral world. Because of the uncertain ground upon which he is balancing, Leonard is not wont to act rashly. In fact, he is very likely to take an inhumanly neutral stance on any given issue as he takes his time to work out what the right thing is.

Old habits die hard, however. So he is still prone to think in terms of destruction and desecration. In order to reign this tendency in and keep his darker potential under control, he has adopted the philosophy of hedonism as a foundation upon which he might build his humanity. Goodness is to be found in comfort and pleasure and joy. Which is a far cry from his older philosophy which incouraged him to spread misery, pain and deceit amongst as many as he could and to take full advantage of anyone and everything that would deplete others of life and love.

History:

Conceived during one of the last true witches' sabbaths in Western Europe, Leonard never met his father and his mother was what today's world would call insane. However, at the time, it would have been far more acceptable to say that she was possessed. Either way, she was certainly not an ideal parent. He was raised to do evil, and taught that it was his destiny, his purpose in life, to degrade and defile as many innocent souls as he could. To this end, he suffered through the madwoman's evils until she died. And he was left to wreak his own wickedness upon the world.

And that he did, he played the part of the demon for the first two thirds of his life. But something changed after the World Wars. The people of earth started to go through a great spiritual awakening. And his hellish ways were quickly becoming seen as nothing more than dramatized hedonism. What could he do that could rival the great works of Hitler and Stalin? And they were mere mortals. It was a blow to his ego, all of these conditions of the modern world were. And to his identity. And to his faith.

Confronted with the possibility that it was all a lie, even his extraordinarily long lifespan was not evidence enough to keep him from losing his faith in evil. And throughout the last half-century, he was forced to reinvent himself and his ideas. He was certainly still a hedonist and this he had no need nor desire to change. But it was no longer horrible or shocking to be so. Especially as time moved on and he was considered more normal for his love of women than he would have been if he were bisexual.

So for now, he is attempting to blend in order to figure out what he really wants from life. He's spent many decades indulging his demonic side. Now he is attempting to indulge in his humanity.

[Leviathan]

Enya, The Furie

Name:
Her founder family gave her the name Enya. Enya Andrews.

Age:
Eight in human years though she is much older & appears in her early twenties

Species:
A type of infernal goddess

Description:
Much like that of the Erinyes or Furies of Greek Mythology, Enya is a manifestation of rage and violence made flesh. Instead of receiving a loving greeting by a mother’s touch her creation was far from elation instead excruciating pain spawned the deity. It was later discovered in a poorly deciphered museum text that the majority of her kind do not survive the process as the savagery literally rips them to pieces. Either the anguish leading to insanity takes them or they devour themselves from anger they know not what to do with.

Enya’s race is also cursed only allowing them to follow a specific set of rules. Those rules dictate who they can and cannot harm no matter the reason. She has learned the hard way during this small yet traumatic period of time to control her rage lest she erupt into a berserker like state, and destroy her target in a hellish form. This is not acceptable in the human world she has been reprimanded time and time again. Not entirely without flaws, Enya strives to live a peaceful existence among humankind. Fighting her nature and the reason of being to extract revenge proves difficult at times.

Bio/Personality:
Like a child, Enya is still only recently manifested so her social skills or mannerisms are peculiar at best. Relying on impulse the majority of the time and not filtering sentences or thoughts she can be innocently, hilariously, or morbidly blunt. A lack of acknowledging personal space has gotten her into a curious situation more than once too. Her temper is still unsurpassed along with the energy of frenzy within her, and this simply fuels her destructive will. However, displaying this anger is seldom--she just seethes internally. Every so often those angelic features of hers hide emotions well; one never knows just how furious she is except when violet hues begin to eerily gleam.

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Founded by a well to do family of one of the best Greek historians in this era, Enya was notably lucky. Not every day a family on a stroll would come across an unconscious nude female and take it upon themselves to eventually “adopt” her. Rushed to Staint Augustine's hospital under the surname Jane Doe, the Supernatural was kept for observation. Unfortunately a Furie in a strange land does not wish to be kept in seclusion surrounded by people she does not know. Needless to say the staff had to sedate the creature--many times, and ended up transferring her to a psychiatric care unit for an especially long term. Unable to pull her records via a name or fingerprints Enya was eventually declared a ward of the state. The court was baffled and stumped on what to do. She did not understand or speak English—blatantly refusing to speak at all albeit scream in gibberish, and would not eat or drink.

Enya’s health deteriorated to the point where she was placed back in the main hospital and given fluids among other medications. With no answers and the inability to keep her for long the hospital decided to call the family who had found her. Something about Enya must have piqued his interest the night they found her and Mr. Andrews, the historian, thought he’d visit and try speaking with her. Mysteriously enough the violet eyed girl understood some Greek, and they began attempting to exchange words for a couple of hours. He did not tell them what she said but he decided to head to court that day and have the strange woman undergo the process of being given an identity. She was placed a few months after under the care of the Andrew’s family where she thrived.

From that day on she was met with nothing but patience and even watched the Andrew’s children grow from clumsy youngsters to responsible adults. One in particular she became extremely close with. Eldan was his name. He was sixteen when she was first introduced to the family and twenty three when she left in obligation. Eldan started college on his nineteenth birthday taking Enya’s fragile heart. The previous night she had mustered the courage to pour her foreign feelings out to him, and they spent a memorable evening together. Alas, those exact feelings were left unreciprocated as she was tossed aside by the same man who wanted nothing more to do with her. Enya discovered four years later that Mr. Andrews’ intentions were not entirely saintly either, and had been researching her all along for data and piecing together a presentation for a nation wide broadcasted lecture.

Enya left the household seven years after becoming decently acclimated; an event that nearly tore her apart from the inside out. She had no one and nothing and thoughts began to wither to dark places until she met Juliette, a Lamia, a year later--someone she was supposed to slay but did not. The woman arrived in the nick of time rescuing Enya from the harsh streets, and a Werewolf joined soon after. It has been six months since sharing a residence with these three Supernaturals. They came to a decision about welcoming a bigger family to share rent and offer sanctuary with. Juliette has placed the ad and the three await anxiously for new blood.