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Full Name: Alice Susanna Keller

Nickames/Alias/AKA:
Names she has used throughout the years - Alyssa Henry, Claudia Dover, Susan Wilson, and Willa Conner.

Age: 95

Gender: Female

DOB: 24th, May 1920 - in Berlin Germany.

Occupation: Head of the language department at Gringore Academy.

Race: Vampire (Turned at age 24)

Hair Color: Light Medium Brown

Eye Color: Chocolate brown

Height and Build: 5'8" Tall, Slim, and Slender.

Other Appearance: She always wears her daylight charmed ring. Her voice is similar to the singers Priscilla Ahn. She is ambidextrous. She fidgets with her ring when she is anxious, or deep in thought.



Family/Relationships:
Father - Frederick Keller - deceased 1941 age 48
Mother - Lucille Keller - deceased 1973 age 75
Older Brother - Konrad Keller - Alive Vampire age 97
Younger Sister - Wilhelmina Keller - deceased 1941 age 16
Younger Brother - Hugo Keller - deceased 1944 age 17
Ex-Fiance - Henri Palissy - deceased 1999 age 84
Enemy/Maker - James Stuart - Alive Vampire age 200
Mentor/Friend/Lover - George Stuart - deceased 1961 Vampire age 421

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She speaks German, English, Polish, Hebrew, French, and Latin fluently. And knows some Spanish, Greek, Mandrin, and Dutch. She is working on learning Russian at the moment.

She plays Piano and Violin.
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Full Name: Clover Clayburn

Age: 20

Gender: Female

DOB: March 31st, 1995

Occupation: Full time student

Race: Witch, Naturalis

Hair Color: Ginger

Eye Color: Grey

Height and Build: Willowy, Lanky, 5’7”

Other Appearance: The palms of both of her hands are scarred from all the bloodletting she’s had to do for various spells over the years.

History/bio: She was seven years old the first time she opened her grandmother’s grimoire. It had been only five years since her parents died, when she was two. As she had turned the brittle and yellowed pages, she had been convinced it was an old recipe book, as she read the first pages, that were for things like pasta, chicken pot pie, and risotto, all written in a swirling and elegant cursive. As she continued to delve deeper into the grimoire, the recipes changed to things like, To Repair Split Ends that listed ingredients for aloe vera, shea butter, crushed egg shells, and a lock of hair cut from a toddler. Towards the back of the book Clover read things she knew she wasn’t meant to. Spells, and potions tilted For Forgetting and To Forcibly Bind a Heart, that called for ingredients like sleep breath, belladonna root, grave dirt, and fresh spilt blood. Her grandma caught her reading it of course, and after a thorough scolding the old woman tucked little Clover into bed, kissed her cheek, and promised to explain it all when she’s was ready.

It took another three years until her grandmother deemed young Clover ready, and she began teaching Clover the craft every day after school. She started with the very basics like how to grow your own ingredients, where to cut yourself to produce an adequate amount of blood for small spells, and what plants like rosemary, primrose, and yarrow are best for. She taught Clover about covens as well, how a family of witches is supposed to stay together, and how they teach and protect one another. On Clover's 15th birthday, they went to pay respects at her parents graves, as they had done before. Clover’s grandmother finally tells her how they died, and what had happened to their own circle.

Both her mother, Anise, and her father, Orion, were naturalis witches who fell in love in high school and married young. Not long after Clover was born, Orion began staying away from the house for long periods of time, only returning to sleep and then leaving as soon as the sun rose in the morning. Anise had become suspicious and left Clover with her grandmother one night. She followed Orion and caught him with his human lover. In a jealous fury, Anise sealed off the exists with an incantation and burned the house to the ground with both Orion and his lover still inside. Anise was burned at the stake a fortnight later for the crime of killing another witch.

By the time Clover graduated from high school, she has learned all her grandmother could teach her, so Her grandma told her about Gringore Academy and how it was made for all the different magical people, including witches like them. She urged Clover to go there, possibly find a Coven of her own, and to learn what others had to teach her. After two years of pleading, Clover relented and enrolled in the academy, and just before she left for school her grandmother passed down her own grimoire to Clover, the old one she had sneakily read when she was seven.

Family/Relationships:
Mother -Anise Clayburn - Death by Fire at 32 years of age
Father - Orion Clayburn - Murdered by Anise at 34 years of age
Grandma – Calliope Clayburn - Still alive and living in Maine, USA
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Appreance: Slightly taller than the average height for a male his age but with a very skinny and lanky build giving him a sort of bedraggled look. His hair is black and messy with a medium-short length. His face is clean-shaven and his features are sharp. His eyes are a reddish-brown colour that seems more red than anything else but can't really be called that with a clean conscious. As far as clothing goes he wears blue jeans with a black long-sleeved shirt. There is also a bandage wrapped tightly around his right hand that covers a burn scar.

Full Name: Aedan O' Connor

Nickames/Alias/AKA: N/A

Age: 19

Gender: Male

DOB:29 April 1996

Occupation: Scholar

Race: Human with the pyrokinetic ability to manipulate fire although he can not generate it.

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: reddish-brown

Height and Build: Slightly taller than average (If he really stretches he makes 6'1 I think but I don't use feet and inches so when google stops being a pain I will be more specific) Also a very scrawny/skinny build

Other Appearance: He has an Irish accent and a bandage tightly wound around the his right hand and goes up to his elbow.

History/bio: Aeden grew up in an orphanage after being abandoned by his biological parents Oliver Twist style at the gates during a stormy evening in Ireland. He was always the runt and was constantly bullied for it. Despite, or maybe because of it, he found himself more cheerful than miserable and only something more serious could make him feel more negative emotions but not impossible. As time drew on he became harder and harder to hurt but that only spurred the bullies on harder and they moved from psychological to physical.

After what seemed like forever a family finally took him with them and it was great. They were rich and sent him to the best schools and gave him a fantastic quality of life for three whole years. Aedan was eighteen and on his way back from his first ever job interview but upon arrival his heart plummeted as he saw the burning wreckage of his home and from inside the screams of his adopted parents and sister. Desperate to do something he ran forward and grabbed the doorhandle. As he did so the flames reach a gas main and the ensuing explosion should have killed him.

As it was he was thrown high into the air but the flames never moved past his extended right arm although they did hungrily lick at it. Aiden couldn't explain partially because he wasn't sure what happened but also because his throat was filled with smoke. As he looked around for answers he saw a figure sauntering off. One he recognized as one of the bullies from the orphanage.

Following the young man without hesitation he followed him into a secluded alleyway where the Aedan realized he had been lured into an ambush. The man dropped a lighter into a puddle of something flammable. It followed a trail to where Aedan was standing but as it was about to reach him he extended his burnt hand once more and the flames stopped, lifted into the air and shot backwards. They engulfed his would be attacker and as he screamed for mercy Aeden simply said "Burn." In a hoarse voice

A year later Aeden found himself ready to enter the gates of an academy that would be able to show him how to use his powers with a broad grin and in his pocket was the silver zippo light that had claimed three lives so far.

Family/Relationships: Nothing worth mentioning. He stays in touch with a few friends but only in a distracted sort of way.

Other/Extra: Ever since finding out about dragons he has an intense fascination with them and is desperate to meet and befriend them.
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Full Name: Soren Yng Greene

Nickames/Alias/AKA: NA

Age: 18

DOB: December 18 1996

Occupation: Student

Race: Norse Demi-god

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Icy blue

Height and Build: 5’7, 150 lbs, average build, more muscle than fat

Other Appearance: Has a birthmark of the Kenaz rune on his shoulder, has a soft voice, doesn’t sound rough or angry, just neutral and smooth.


Bio: Soren was born of the Norse God of justice, Forseti, one of the more recent Norse demis, and an American women in Vermont. At first, he lived with his young mother and grandparents. There was tension for the first few years, though he didn’t know why. His mother started going to college when he was three, he remembered that his grandparents took care of him the most at those early stages. They taught him most of the words he knows, taught him all the things he was supposed to do every day…potty trained him, and everything. It took his mother five more years to find a decent enough job to live comfortably on their own, and they went farther away from the Greene’s. That year, George Greene died, and he didn’t get to see him in the hospital or anything because his mother didn’t want to. He didn’t care for it for the most part, not quite understanding death just yet, only that his grandfather was gone. Life was painfully normal in the new town in Vermont. He was going to school, making friends, making good grades, discovering a love for creativity as well as detective work. It just appealed to him quite a bit.

Flashforward two years later after living in as close to harmony as humans can get here, his mother met someone named Damien Hardings. Soren didn’t take an immediate liking to him, but he didn’t really not like him either. To Soren, he was just there. Jennifer seemed much happier with him around, he could tell, and he didn’t meddle. It wasn’t even a year after that Jennifer decided to move in with him in this extremely small town of Montaville, Vermont. Soren was sad to say goodbye to his friends, but he figured he’d make new ones in Montaville. The only person that knows about the supernatural side of him is his mother, though. When it comes to supernatural abilities, they are still developing, but he has a knack for bringing out the truth in people. It isn’t so much as mind reading as it is just looking at someone, it looks like he would be judging them actually, and he can get them to tell the truth…it isn’t forcing, though. For example, if someone he is trying to get the truth from is a pathological liar, then he has a harder time getting them to tell the truth. Having a deep relationship with justice and righteousness, though, he doesn’t ask for the truth from others just for personal gain of knowledge or anything; only if he believes that getting the truth out will help any given situation.

He nor Jennifer had heard of Gringore Academy for a time even though they lived right above it. Soren received a letter from someone he had never heard of before, though, and he was informed about the academy before he was enrolled in regular school here. It was a college school, and he was a senior in high school, but this place was so much more promising for him, so he decided that he wanted to go here instead of the regular school he was going to be going to. There was only one issue with that, which was his soon-to-be stepfather. Jennifer told him that she was sending him to boarding school, and he would be living on campus there. Soren was a little upset that he wouldn’t get to see his sister much anymore, but he promised to visit often, because he wanted to be “the best big brother ever!”

Family/Relationships:
Jennifer Greene – Mother – 34 years
Forseti Baldrsen – Father – Eternal, Norse God of Justice
Alexander Greene – Uncle – 39 years
Annabelle Greene – Grandmother – 74 years
George Greene – Grandfather – died at age 69 of natural sickness
Damien Hardings – Mother’s fiancé – 38 years
Layla Hardings – Half sister – 11 months
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Appearance: *General and head* Triton is 6 foot 3 inches, weighing in at 216 pounds. He has light tan skin. His body is muscular, well fit from the years of exercise. He has dark brown hair, short on the sides and back of his hair, with the top and bangs slightly longer which tends to be spiked in an upward position. After a normal sized forehead, he has slightly darker eyebrows, set above moderately deep set eyes. His eyes have dark eyelashes, his right a bright red, and his left is a bright orange. His nose is of average length and size, cheekbones slightly pronounced. He has thin lips, followed by a cleft, strong chin. His jaw is strong, square in shape.

*chest and arms* Wrapping around his powerful chest and back is a dragon tribal tattoo, its head on his right pectoral near his collar bone and the tail ending at his left hip. His right bicep has a tattoo circling it. On his left wrist is a plain black bracelet, with a word on a metal plate in Spanish, valiente. He is generally clothed in a plain form fitting t-shirt, light in color.

*legs* His legs are blank of tattoos, unlike his upper body. He normally wears dark colored, once again form fitting, jeans. His feet are covered with simple sneakers.

Full Name: Triton Kokes

Nickames/Alias/AKA: N/A

Age: 20

Gender: male

DOB: 1995

Occupation: student

Race: dragon

Hair Color: dark brown

Eye Color: right eye: red, left eye: orange

Height and Build: 6 foot 3 inches, athletic, muscular, but not over the top

Other Appearance: Triton's dragon form is a force to be recognized, his body thick and powerful. His height changes to be approximately 6 foot 6 inches. He also seems to grow slightly in muscular standing. Red colored scales cover the majority of his body, with his skin being an orange coloring, as well as the scales on the underside of his tail. Dark red spikes curve slightly forward from the top of his head, capable of being rammed into another. Shining white canines pass his lower jaw, approximately 2 inches in length. His jaw and mouth change slightly to form more of a maw, but still keeping more of a humanoid appearance. Spikes begin at the base of his tail, making the back side just as deadly as the front. His bat like wings generally remain tightly tucked against his back unless in flight.

He is skilled in parkour, using his speed and agility to the fullest. He is detached from others, and does not trust people easily. He fears hurting those he loves, and so refuses to get close to people, certain in his mind that it would only end in their ultimate demise.

History/bio: Born in a rather simple family, Triton Kokes was raised in the country side, becoming fast friends with his 11 year senior brother, Isaac. They did practically everything together. From very early on in his life he knew what he was. It was hard not to know. He also knew that his parents were rather old, and could possibly die while he was a child. Until then, he spent as much time as he could with his family having fun. Both of his parents were very knowledgeable in educational things, and so they were the ones to teach the two boys.

At the age of 13, his mother died. This caused a shift in the boy's behavior, despite having the knowledge of his parents probably dying. He started acting out more, a temper that had existed beforehand was becoming more prominent. He began to train himself, taking his anger out on other things as to not hurt his family on accident during an anger fit. His dad continued to reach them, but only two short years after that, he died as well. His temper increased, often having violent outbursts towards his beloved brother. For four years, Isaac put up with his antics, handling the temperamental teenager. But it all changed that one dreadful night, September the 14th, 2014.

The teenager and man were outside in the forest, wrestling with each other in there dragon forms. Over and over, the older brother was defeating Triton's anger and frustration building with each defeat. His anger reached his boiling point, and with a roar he violently attacked his brother, beating him back. Fear shone in Isaac's eyes, knowing the state of rage that has been entered. A roar escaped his maw, just has his brother turned to his human form. Isaac intended to calm down his brother, but to no avail. Fire burst from deep within Triton's chest, covering his brother in the flames, and lighting the surrounding forest on fire. Shock burst through the anger, the realization of what he had done hitting him. Sick with himself, and knowing his brother is not possibly alive, he quickly fled the area.

Months later, he emerged from his hiding, self hate and anger still residing within himself. He had learned about the Gringore academy, and signed himself up, with the hopes of learning control, as to not hurt anyone ever again.

Family/Relationships:
Mother: deceased, 7 years ago
Father: deceased, 5 years ago
Older brother: deceased, 31 years of age, fire, less then a year ago
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Full Name: Brianna

Nickname: Bri

Age: 17

Gender: Female

DOB: September 14, 1998

Occupation: Student

Race: Fae- Nymph

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Height and Build: 5'0'' and slender

Other Appearance: A generally childish appearance, despite her slightly older age. But typically she is mistaken for being about twelve years old by unknowing humans. A child of nature, looking at her is like looking at a wild animal. Something different and primal lurks about her, despite her wide eyed innocence. Her appearance is usually ill kept, with tangled hair, and scratches in her clothing.

History/bio: When Brianna was born, the entire community sat on edge, in silent vigil, awaiting the child. Not that Brianna was a particularly special child to the community. All children are special, after all, and they come into the world often enough that no one feels the need to be especially excited by it. But when all the women are holed up for a day and a night and the baby isn’t born yet, everyone feels fear for the mother and baby. Her mother fought to bring her into this world, and Lilia was very strong. Or at least that is what Brianna’s father told her as a child. Before her mother died, she had named her, a mother’s right. Brianna was not a common name among the nymphs, but it was an old name. A strong name. Her mother had imparted her strength to her, or at least that’s what she liked to think.

She knew that nymphs were not considered strong of spirit. Maybe it was the gift of life her mother’s death gave her, maybe her name had the impact on her spirit her mother wanted; it didn’t matter. Brianna had a strong heart. A rather vapid mind, it’s true, but her heart was strong. A nymph is attuned to their home. A nymph will never leave the place they are born. At least, not usually by choice. But sometimes life doesn’t offer you choices.

Her life there was wonderful. After time, memories fade, but more than anything, she remembered her home being the lake. There wasn’t a minute of any of her days she didn’t spend wading in the water, jumping after frogs, learning to talk to fish. She had friends, she had her family, she had her home. For years, nothing out of the ordinary happened. The life of nymphs, you see, is not typically a life of great excitement or adventure. At least, not the kind that would appeal to others. Every day was an adventure to Brianna and her friends, even the days they just floated in the water for hours, staring at the sun. Their days were about pleasure. Coaxing lily pads to grow, talking with the fish, when they had anything interesting to say. Life was simple, but it was beautiful.

Unfortunately, men have a habit of destroying things that don’t belong to them. It was probably some contractor, filling in the lake to make room for condos. The forest around the lake was flattened as well. Her father, the last of her family, died from the shock of it. He was older, more frail. Many others didn’t last long either. The lake had been their home for too long for them to survive the loss. A few fled from their home, hopefully finding new places to attune to. But in the panic and death, no one thought of the child that wasn’t theirs to look after.
Nymphs are not always capable of successfully transplanting to a new environment. But children have more flexible minds and souls and sometimes the miraculous happens. Alone, crying, unseen by the humans busily destroying everything in sight, Brianna waited to die with her home. And she probably would have died, but someone came. They told her later, at the school where they knew about such things, that it was a fairy. She was probably only passing by, but she heard a child crying. So she took the child to the only place where such a creature might stand a chance at recovery: Gringore Academy.

They had experience with such things there, or at least as much experience as anyone can have with such an unlikely situation. But they at least knew nymphs, even if ten years old was terribly young to be an actual student. That was alright though, because they had a hard enough time getting her to attend the lessons they felt she needed. But they healed her and they helped her. The forest became her home, her new home. She learned its secrets, became one with its very nature. And as you know, a nymph never leaves her home.

After her recovery, she had mostly left the Academy, preferring to spend her time in the woods. After all, a nymph spends her entire life still learning new things about her home every day. They had told her there would always be a place for her, but she was simply not suited for regular life. Paying attention for long periods of time was not exactly one of her strongest skills. So for many years, the school and its occupants neither saw nor heard from her as she kept to herself in the forest.

What drew her out of her hiding, after so many years, was the loneliness. Nymphs are meant to live in groups, in families. As long lived as they are, and as emotionally simplistic, it took Brianna many years to isolate the feeling. But even once she recognized the longing for others like her, she knew there were no others. At least, not within reach. But the Academy had always been a figure in her landscape, just outside of reach. And even though there might not be nymphs there yet, there might be friends.

Family/Relationships: None currently
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Full Name: Jackson Prescott Holmes

Nickames/Alias/AKA: Jack

Age: 19

Gender: Male

DOB: March 13, 1996

Occupation: Full Time Student

Race: Tempestas Witch

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Indigo

Height and Build: 6’0 - athletic muscular

Other Appearance: He has a habit of touching things (subconscious touch dependency) when entering new places or talking to people. He also has a problem with giving direct answers to questions.

History/bio: The Holmes had one simple philosophy when it came to their coven: If you can’t make them respect you, make them fear you. This idealism started when Corbin Holmes and his coven came to what eventually grew to be Montaville; although Corbin might not have actually been a founding member of the town, he and the other families in the coven liked to pass on the sentiment that they were responsible for it.

Flash forward a few generations, and that elitism and philosophy remained. The coven dwindled in number to just the two families from the initial four, not including the Coven Matron. With each new generation, stronger casters have been born with obvious talents for a particular specialization.

Training starts at an early age for them, taught alongside normal human educations though with a significant focus on their inherent arts. Taught to read and write the language of their inherited spells at the same time as learning to do the same for English, there was always a lot of pressure to excel. All from his parents, though; the Lokers offered no less of the same pressure to their children.

Pressure always builds. By thirteen, Jack couldn’t take all the constant pressure from his parents - especially after his best friend, the girl who he was supposed to marry to move their coven into another generation, killed herself just to get away from it all. After talking to Nola, he came to one conclusion - the coven was destined to dissolve.

The oldest of the newest generation in the coven, he did what he could to keep Ria and Ariel from having the pressure focused on them while he worked behind the scenes. After all, putting thoughts into people’s heads isn’t an easy, or quick, business. Especially when you had to do it secretly. But then Ria ran away and he stepped up his game to get their problems taken care of.

With Nola’s help, he finished the preparations - which also included putting a few new spells into his grimoire. One day, while he and his sister were off with Nola to help her gather supplies, one of the enemies his parents and the Lokers had managed to catch them all unaware.

As far as the Montaville public is concerned, the two families left to find the missing girl and asked Nola to take care of the twins. The Tellmore community knew it was retribution. It was no secret the families had at least one enemy in nearly every race in town.

Since then, the pair have been living with Nola - continuing their training with the Naturalis elder. It was her encouragement that the pair attend Gringore as boarded students.

Family/Relationships:
Father - Prescott Holmes - died February 2011
Mother - Daniella Holmes - died February 2011
Sister - Ariel Holmes
Friend - Maria Loker - missing since December 2010
Friend - Naomi Loker - died February 2009
Friends’ Mother/Elder in Coven - Sofia Loker - died February 2011
Friends’ Father/Elder in Coven - Donald Loker - died February 2011
Coven Head - Nola Finn (alive, age 95)

Other/Extra: He is fluent in English, Latin, and Gaelic. Recently started learning Russian.
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Full Name: Ariel Guinevere Holmes

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Age: 19

Gender: Female

DOB: March 13th, 1996

Occupation: Full Time Student

Race: Sanabit Witch

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Amethyst

Height and Build: 5’8” ; lithe, healthy 135lbs

Other Appearance: She has a soft, melodious voice that can help her captivate someone’s attention - particularly when she sings. She tends to be shy, still react more than engage when spoken to. She likes to wear lots of necklaces and bracelets, charmed with various protections by Nola; one in particular is very dear to her - a silver locket with a picture of her and Maria and one of Jack and Naomi on the various sides, from when their two friends were still around.

History/bio: Training starts at an early age for them, taught alongside normal human educations though with a significant focus on their inherent arts. Taught to read and write the language of their inherited spells at the same time as learning to do the same for English, there was always a lot of pressure to excel.

The death of their friend Naomi hit her rather hard, and she sank into a deep depression. One that brought a lot of focus to her from Nola when she could. When Ria ran away, she stopped speaking to people all together. She had no clue the work Jack was doing in the shadows, so her parents’ death came as a surprise and a blessing.

It was still another year or so before she would speak again. When Ariel did start talking again, it was very reserved and usually just response rather than engagement. She took the most convincing to agree to attend Gringore Academy, but agreed all the same.

Family/Relationships:
Father - Prescott Holmes - died 2012
Mother - Daniella Holmes - died 2012
Brother - Jack Holmes
Friend - Maria Loker - missing since 2010
Friend - Naomi Loker - died 2009
Friends’ Mother/Elder in Coven - Sofia Loker - died 2012
Friends’ Father/Elder in Coven - Donald Loker - died 2012
Coven Head - Nola Finn (alive, age 95)

Other/Extra: She is fluent in English, Latin, and Gaelic. Recently took up learning ASL.
She plays the violin and loves to draw and sing.
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Full Name: Tatius Brutus Theriault

Nickames/Alias/AKA: Tate Deveraux

Age: 27

Gender: Male

DOB: 19th December, 1987

Occupation: Hunter/Independent Contractor

Race: Human

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Height and Build: 6'1, Wiry and Flexible

Other Appearance: There are countless nicks and scars that dot the span of his body, though none are quite as deep to be considered in polite company or even cause any relapse in memory of 'those olden days.' However, one does bring a rough part of his past back to light at times of stress or upset. It runs with a pair, the first of which starts at the bridge of his nose and runs diagonally down his right side to the edge of his jaw. It's counterpart is a much deeper scar of shredded tissue on his right shoulder. It doesn't run too far, but it's incredibly deep as if something decided to sink a hook in the bed of his flesh, before it ripped out an entirety of his shoulder.

His voice has a Cajun lilt to it and runs a deep tenor. Unfortunately, most people either like to peg him as deep south or Jersey just by the way he speaks. Tate can and will often speak different versions of French, most of which is usually just Louisiana French and usually just to people he's close to. Common phrases and words often slip into his word usage that hint at his Louisiana upbringing, but for the most part, unless he tells an individual, not many pinpoint exactly where he's from.

History/bio:

The Deveraux name carries its weight among the supernatural world, one that has protected generations of hunters under the titular name. Theresa Deveraux was one such lady, born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana, she found her teenage years strife with conflict deeply embedded in family roots. As a young girl, she had a choice: a regular life, one centered in as much normality as one could garner with abilities like theirs or a life of endless strife and nightmare, but that carried adventures and as many allies as enemies and bonds that run deeper than family. Theresa eventually decided that the Deveraux family name could only live on if someone volunteered to take the mantle for their own. Knowing the family crest and motto by heart, Theresa went into the hunting business for one reason and one only: to protect people.

But Theresa went through the business without really knowing the good inherent in supernatural beings. Like many hunters, Theresa only ever exposed herself to the evil and malicious beings of the supernatural realms: fae that stole children for dinner, witches that burned homes to the ground for petty revenge, vampires and werewolves so deadlocked in turf wars they couldn't care less of the needless casualties around them. Not until her life came too close to an untimely end.

Mislead by a confused group of individuals in small town Louisiana, Theresa found herself at the behest of a crazed serial killer so deep in the occult he could practically pass for a supernatural himself. Unfortunately, a man with such malicious intent wasn't so deserving of the brilliance of inhuman beings. Enraged that Theresa had come to end his chain of blood sacrifices to accursed gods in a bid for powers of his own, he incapacitated her and threw her in a caged piled with his past victims. Theresa saw absolutely no feasible way out, but she fought on still. It didn't occur to her that, throughout her entire trip through the small bayou town, she'd failed to notice the man trailing her through the various dives and bars surrounding the area.

When all things looked bleak and dismal, the individual found his way into the basement of the decrepit home to stumble upon the lone huntress trapped in her cage. Picking the lock, he'd freed her in time for a rather heated fight, toe-to-toe with the man and his pair of sacrificial knives. Killing him outright and stopping the brutal murders from ever occurring, Theresa thanked the man, a Jackson Theriault. He'd revealed his intent of stopping the man, having investigated his crime as per orders of his coven, but the moment he found Theresa's motives and intent to stop the man as well, he'd let her handle it. Unfortunately, he underestimated the killer's cunning and almost got the young huntress killed. After apologizing, he further revealed that the victims he'd been killing were supernatural beings themselves and a number of them witches. He'd literally soak in their blood and preformed surgery on himself to replace his own body parts. They were little things, tiny things, but they were still wretched and horrifying.

Offering her services in return for him saving her, Theresa further accompanied the man to his coven's home town. After introducing her to his family members as a hunter and mercenary, the coven's council, a skeptical bunch, set the two out on a retrieval mission in order to further test Theresa's trust. These missions grew in number before Theresa finally gained the trust of not only the coven but the town's entire supernatural population. And it wasn't until it was too late before she'd realized she'd fallen in love with the man who'd saved her. Unfortunately, they had their first baby outside of wedlock and their second came along not a year later.

Tatius Theriault, though his name suggested otherwise, was born and raised a Deveraux boy. Though still containing which blood in his system, Tate couldn't have been more human. He still exhibited a modicum of witch like powers, but they more or less fizzed out by the time he hit puberty. Of course, with a huntress for a mother, Tate was anything but a disappointment, he just had to exert his skills in different ways. He may say he's not actually a part of the Theriault Coven, but everyone within knows the boy is more their family than anyone outside could ever hope to be. Of course, just like his mother, they gave him a choice between as normal a life as it came or the rough road ahead as a hunter. No doubt a man like Tate took the challenge with heart.

Most of his missions came through the Coven itself, as they had various troubles within the state itself. They only ever encompassed a small part of Louisiana and never came across as too difficult, but they gave Tate enough material to learn from and experience should he decide to further his travels. As well, the Coven provided a wide array of lore to delve and dive into—something more his sister's area of expertise, however. It wasn't until his sister had mucked herself in more trouble than anyone of them could handle that Tate expanded his profession wider than he could have expected.

Demons disguised as the supernatural of the town had convinced his sister to chain herself to their work. The fiasco blew out of proportion and nearly sunk the entire city into the pits of hell, but the sacrifice of the Coven's leader quieted things down. Unfortunately, they wouldn't stop at merely one extremely powerful witch, they wanted the woman who made the contract herself. Tasked with protecting his sister, Tate smuggled her out of state limits and for years they roamed the country picking up job after job they could, some for money and others to live up to their family name. It wasn't until they decided to take a stand and potentially garner some help did they think to stop.

Montaville, Vermont seemed like one more place to refuel and aid should they need it, but Nova knew better than that. Montaville was their way of ending their plight once and for all.

Family/Relationships:
Theresa Deveraux Theriault - Mother
Jackson Theriault - Father, New Coven Leader
Rayna Fiona Theriault [Deceased] - Paternal Grandmother, Coven Leader
Simmons Theriault - Paternal Grandfather
Mona Theriault - Paternal Aunt, Twin to Lisa
Lisa Theriault - Paternal Aunt, Twin to Mona
Tera Deveraux - Maternal Aunt
Benoit Deveraux - Maternal Uncle
Ronda Deveraux - Maternal Grandmother
Isaiah Deveraux [Deceased] - Maternal Grandfather
Desmond Riley [Deceased] - Family Friend, Tied to an object in Nova's Posession (her constant companion)

Other/Extra:
Incredibly agile and flexible, Tate was a star athlete in his years of high school. He also attended various sports throughout school when not doing hunter like things with his mother. Of course, both parents cared deeply about Tate's education and, though he wasn't a star student and genius, he was still an exceptional and hard working student. While in school and even college, they only ever did supernatural things with him outside of his study and school.

Tate's an incredibly tricky individual and though he exhibits a lot of strength and brashness in his fighting, outside of it, he's got the charisma and social know how to navigate his way through various situations. If a fight breaks out where he could have solved the issue through tongue and politics, he takes that as a failure, regardless of the outcome.

He's got a thing for motorcycles, though he's been tied to his mother's car ever since the problems with his sister and the Coven. Now that he has the chance, he'll likely settle for a nice bike to ride around the small town.

Unlike his sister's nasty food habits, Tate's got a thing for healthy alternatives and the nearly hipster organic foods. At first, it was a ruse to get his sister to never cook for him again, because she's awful at it, but it quickly turned into a real things. Of course, Tate could never be a vegan because the taste of au natural prime cut steak is just too amazing to give up, as is the various Cajun foods that his family often cooked. Especially boudin and cracklins. How dare people thing he'll give those delicious delicacies up. He usually cooks foods of that nature, if he and his sister are craving it, since she nearly burned a motel down trying to make some of her own.
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Full Name: November Theriault

Nickames/Alias/AKA: Nova

Age: 26

Gender: Female

DOB: 1st November, 1988

Occupation: Hunter

Race: Mortifero - Witch

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Green

Height and Build:
5'10" with an Athletic, yet willowy build. She's like her brother in that she looks more agile than strong.

Other Appearance:
Though she was mostly raised in Louisiana most of her life, Nova never really took to the accent most of her family had. If anything, she took most of her mother's New Orleans accent than her father's heavy Cajun one. Once she and her brother took to traveling the country, she quickly grew out of that, as well. She's quite exceptional at faking accents, though, which may be a reason why she lacks one. Her voice, however, is a very high pitched soprano that has an airy quality to it, though it can get very sharp and precise whenever she gets upset or heated. She knows a lot of Louisiana French and French in general, as well as Spanish and Latin.

As well, she doesn't have many distinguishing marks aside from her hair and eyes, but she does freckle more than she does tan. She's quite a lot paler than her usually well bronzed brother, of which she's intensely jealous of. How dare he. There is one things she often hides, however, and it's a group of sigils burned all down her spine. She knows exactly what they mean, but she never tells anyone.

History/bio:

[Covered Mostly in Tate's Bio]

A young witch with the gift to converse and control the dead, something deeply rooted in her family's history. Unfortunately, that meant more than just the good spirits. Her powers, once they fluctuated, attracted the scavengers of hell to spy on her talent as it grew with age. She wasn't merely more than a blip on their radar, but once she began dabbling into the occult itself, they drew their eyes toward her. Unknowing to their presence, Nova dove further and further into blacker and blacker waters until her efforts brought rotten fruit to the table. Of course, the entire act of such only came from curiosity and the naturalness that came with delving into the darker things in life. Her powers reached in so far and she, unwilling to be guided at the time, took the step in the wrong direction. And it attracted more than just malicious spirits, it brought on and rained hell upon her home.

Of course, being a witch isn't the only thing the young lady is good at. Having a huntress for a mother and a long line of ladies having taken up the Deveraux mantle, it was only natural for Nova to be interested in the dangers of a hunter. Though her talents brought her more to the lore and research of it, Nova never skimped from the actual danger and strife that came with being a hunter. She aided her brother and mother in various outings and did so with excitement. But the further she delved into her powers and into the lore itself, the further she retracted herself from her own family.

It wasn't until things erupted around her did she finally realize what she'd been doing all along. The occult sprouts many different beings and Nova had thought for sure her assumptions of the ones who offered her more knowledge was correct. Unfortunately, they took a turn for the worse and dragged Nova into a hell she thought impossible to break free from. The generosity and forgiveness of bother her Coven and hunter family was insurmountable and they reached deep into the pits to pull her from her own mistakes, at great cost. Not only that, it cost her brother his own freedom, now that he's forever tethered to her for her own protection, though he doesn't see it that way. She blames herself for a lot of mistakes, even ones outside of her control.

But that doesn't quite stop the indomitable will that comes with a Theriault-Deveraux. She only ever wants to fix the mistakes of her past and allow her brother to finally be independent of her and live his own life.

Other/Extra:
Nova is incredibly intelligent and technology savvy, with skills more in tune with the modern world. However, she's also an avid knife thrower and combatant, though not necessarily on par with her brother. She's far more capable of incapacitating her foes and devilish trickery, though acts of strength are out of her league.

Has her own blog where she likes to post various things of geek culture as well as that of the culinary arts, as she's a fabulous cook. Not really, she's actually awful at cooking, but she doesn't really see that.

She attended school one grade below her brother and, though she is a witch, she finds human customs extremely fascinating and convinced her Coven leader to, not only allow her to learn the ways of her people, but also that of humans. She is half human, after all, though she displays almost 100% witch genes.

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Full Name: Marceline Opal Lennox

Nickames/Alias/AKA: Lennox, or Marcy.

Age: 19

Gender: Female

DOB: September 23 1996

Occupation: Student at Gringore. She works part-time at the local bookstore called 'Titlewave' that her father owns.

Race: Fae - Weevil

Hair Color: True form - metallic gold // Human Glamour - Blonde

Eye Color: True form - Cobalt blue // Human Glamour - grey blue

Height and Build: 5'1" - petite.

Other Appearance:
Her nose is pierced, and she sometime wears a dainty silver hoop in it, but most of the time just a tiny gold stud, or nothing.
She has the words 'Stay Golden' tattooed under her left breast.
On her left ankle she has a tattoo of a diamond.


History/bio:
Marceline was born in St. Louis Missouri. Her mother, Sabine, had had no idea she was pregnant and went into labor as she was dancing her way through a rave. Needless to say is was an interesting and intense birth. Thankfully Marceline was born healthy and quick. Sabine not only was surprised to be giving birth, but when Marceline popped out all gold and glittery she was not very happy, as it meant her ex-fling Roscoe was the father

Sabine was never the motherly type, so when Marceline was two weeks old Sabine dropped her off at her mother’s place in Chicago. And so Marceline was mainly raised by her Grandmother Zelena, until Sabine finally got around to telling Roscoe he was a father four years later. Sabine came around every few months to crash for a few days until she was off again, she always brought a present for Marcy and her older son Lucifer.

When Roscoe was finally told about Marceline, and how he was a father, he swooped right in to take up responsibility. Marceline was four years old when she met her father for the first time, and he fell completely in love with his little girl. Roscoe didn’t want to separate Marceline from her older brother and her grandmother, so instead of living with him full time, he and Zelena set it up that Marcy would stay with him during the summer, and he would come to Chicago for holidays.

When Marceline was eight years old her mother came home 7 month pregnant, and wanted a fresh start with her children, she wanted to be a mom. So she packed up Marceline and Lucifer’s things and left with them in the middle of the night. Zelena was unhappy to lose the kids; they had come to be like children of her own.

Living with her mother in a trailer park in Arizona was very different for Marcy, compared to living in her huge two story house in Chicago, with her loving Grandmother. Sabine was practically a stranger, and one heck of a hot tempered pregnant woman. Lucifer resented their mother so the house was usually full of arguments. Marcy missed Zelena, and her home in Chicago.

Two months later Sabine gave birth to a baby girl who she named Yasmine. Having a baby sister was different, and to be totally honest Marceline hated it. Sabine dumped most of the responsibility of the taking care of baby Yasmine on Lucifer and Marceline. Weekly phone calls to Zelena, and summers spent in Vermont became her only peaceful place.

Marcy was eleven when Lucifer left to live with his biological father in Miami, after a huge fight between him and Sabine. Marceline was left alone with little Yasmine most of the time. There were many times when Sabine didn’t come home for days, and Marcy was left to completely fend for herself. Marceline was sick of it all, so she started forming a plan to runaway to live with her dad.

At first it was just a day dream, but when Sabine started bringing home her partying, and lovers Marceline was ready to put her plan into action. Leaving Yasmine behind didn’t feel like an option, but she had no idea what to do with her three year old sister. Marceline started taking luck from the kids at school, and gambling with the teenagers in the trailer park. She was saving up money for a bus ticket to Montaville Vermont, where her dad was.

And finally they day came, she dropped little Yasmine off the only other supernatural in the trailer park, an old witch. She left a message on her Grandma Zelena’s answering machine about what she was going to do, and were to find Yasmine. Then she biked three miles to the bus station. It took seven days to get to Vermont from Arizona. The greyhound bus ride was a long, but everything went rather smoothly for Marceline as she used the stored up luck. She was 12 years old and the seven day journey sealed the independent part of her personality. A strong survival instinct and sense of self-sufficiency became apparent attributes.

The greyhound bus didn’t go to Montaville, so Marceline ended up alone in Burlington Vermont. All her stolen luck used up, and her money spent. Feeling overwhelmed, scared, and exhausted she ended up sleeping inside the play place of a 24 hour McDonald’s, and tricking little kids into giving her their happy meals. After a terrible night’s sleep and a good cry in a McDonald’s bathroom, she called her big brother Lucifer. He yelled at her, and told her that Sabine, Zelena, and Roscoe were freaking out, waiting for her in Montaville, and they had sent a Shifter tracker to find her. Lucifer told her to get her ass to Montaville, and then he quietly apologized for leaving her alone, when he left to stay with his dad, and promised to come get her when he graduated high school.

She stole some more luck, and a bike. Marceline road 82 miles to Montaville, it took her over 11 hours and by the time she got there it was midnight. She had to work up the nerve to knock on her dad’s door, but when her father opened it, and scooped her up into a hug, she just started balling her eyes out and mumbling sorry. Her mother looked like she wanted to smack her in the face, and Zelena just looked worn out. Yasmine sat watching on the couch, and then started crying too when she saw Marceline. It was an emotional time, and then her dad and Zelena said they would figure everything out tomorrow. Sleep came easy, she was so tired and sore, just happy to be in her bed.

The next day her mother had left on a flight to AZ to pack up their trailer, and Zelena had left to do the same to her home in Chicago. While Marcy had slept the adults had decided it was best for her to stay with her father, but Sabine wanted to be part of her life, and Zelena was not going to allow Sabine to take care of Yasmine without supervision. So Zelena and Sabine were getting an apartment together in Montville.

She was fourteen, and it had been two good years living with her day, and seeing her mother, Zelena, and Yasmine daylily. Lucifer came to Montaville to start college at Gringore, but mainly to be near to his sisters. Sabine had come full circle, left her partying days behind, and found worked as a tattoo artist, and part-time bartender. Yasmine was just fine, and Zelena started teaching ‘Fae History’ at Gingore.

Sadly the happy times came to an end only a year later, when a group of Korikov Hunters came to town. With-in two weeks the hunters had killed, 4 vampires, 2 shifters, 5 witches, 1 pixie, and 3 gorgons. Once the whole Tellmore community figured out that it was hunters, they came down and murdered them one by one in a matter of hours. The one pixie that had been killed was Zelena. With the death of the closest thing she had to a real mother, Marceline turned to the darker side of things, and became much more manipulative, and angry. Korikov hunters made her list of things to destroy.

Now she is 19, and living in the dorms at Gringore. She has been taking the necessary classes to qualify as a guardian.

Family/Relationships:

Mother - Sabine Garnet Hale - 45 - Fae Pixie - Bartender/Tattoo artist
Father - Roscoe Alexander Lennox - 74 - Fae Weevil - Writer/Local bookstore owner
Half-Brother – Lucifer Onyx Sullivan - 23 - Fae Pixie
Half-Sister - Yasmine Amber Hale - 11 - Fae Pixie
Maternal Grandmother - Zelena Agate Hale - Fae Pixie - Killed by hunters - age 122

Other/Extra:
She is very good at fighting, and knows how to use different types of weapons.
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Full Name: Thomas Smith

Nicknames/Alias/AKA:
Too many to list/remember

Age: 211

Gender: Male

DOB: 1804

Occupation: Student

Race: Vampire

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Brown

Height and Build: 6' 2", athletic/muscular

Other Appearance:
Scar down his left bicep, scar down his right calf.

History/bio:
Thomas was born to a working class British family in London, in 1804. They lived a relatively regular life - for a poor family - until one night in 1820. His family's home was broken into by vampires, and all of his family except for him, his brother James, and his sister Mary were killed. Mary was taken away, and the vampires, having fed enough off of their family, decided to turn Thomas and James into vampires.

Thomas and James traveled around Great Britain for three years until one night, when James was attacked by a hunter and killed. Thomas killed the hunter, and was depressed for years, blaming himself for not being careful.

In 1825, Thomas decided that to take his mind off of things he should travel, and leave the England. He traveled all over Europe for over 150 years, never staying in one place for too long. It was whilst traveling that he discovered his love for languages, although he still speaks in a British accent whenever speaking English. He also managed to get a daylight charmed necklace from a witch in France shortly after leaving England, whcih he always wears. Over the years, he has also trained his body to make sure that he is never killed by a hunter.

Thomas has come to Gringore Academy to get a proper education, being too poor for one when he was younger, and still looking like he is in his late teens.

Family/Relationships:

Mother - Jonathan: died 1820
Father - Mary: died 1820
Older brother - Jonathan: died 1820
Older brother - James: died 1823
Younger brother - Alexander: died 1820
Younger sister - Mary: Location unknown. Presumed deceased.

Other/Extra:
Thomas can speak English, French, Spanish, Italian, Irish, German, Czech, Swiss, Latin, Polish, Russian, and Hungarian
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Full Name: Remmington Pennyweather O'Neil.

Nickames/Alias/AKA: Rem, Remmy.

Age: 18.

Gender: Male.

DOB: August 19, 1996.

Occupation: Student, part time waiter.

Race: Vampire.

Hair Color: Dyed blue, though it's naturally a light brown.

Eye Color: grey/blue.

Height and Build: 5"8, slender and wiry.

Other Appearance: He has a scar through his left eyebrow, no other very noticeable ones. His voice has a sort of sharp resonating quality to it, though he speaks with a bluntness that chops his words up sometimes and can make him sound a little odd.

History/bio:

Remmington was born and lived a fairly normal life, though he was always considered a little strange with his dressing habits and his tendency to dye his hair every color under the sun. Most wrote the young man off as a cry for help but he had spent most of his life idolizing his older brother and trying to be more like him, though this was something of an impossible task. He spent his childhood doing everything he could to become his older brother's shadow, found it to be nearly exhausting but kept shooting for it. It soon came to a close when his brother had died in a car crash at the age of twenty one and it had the effect of change on Remmy, made him frustrated and seeking an outlet of any kind.

Though the frustration had a profound effect on the young man, he began to get extremely into art and became something extravagant with his growing talents. Though he also started to pull away from his friends and family, it was also a coping mechanism. He invested everything he had into art and at the age of seventeen, it brought him to his first girlfriend. A young lady named Clarrisa who also shared his passion for the arts, the two grew close and it was the first time since his brother had died that he almost seemed to calm his nervous tension.

That also didn't last long, Clarrisa had a secret and that secret ended up changing him and left him with an edge of anger. Clarrisa changed him without his permission and upon it happening, he got very angry and closed their relationship off. He's kind of upset about the whole vampire thing in general but he's not completely mourning it any more, now he's just sort of trying to get a hang on it without throwing any fits. She turned him early into him being seventeen.

That brings us to where we are now with our nervous, angry artist vampire.

Family/Relationships:

Harrison Michael O'Neil ( older brother ) - DEC on October 24, 2012.

Jaenlyn Eris O'Neil ( Mother ).

Grayson Lionel O'Neil ( Father ).

Clarrisa Rhynes ( Ex-Girlfriend and Maker )

Other/Extra: He's got a dream to become a tattoo artist.
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Full Name: Violet Lauren Rosery.

Nickames/Alias/AKA: Vi, Vio Hazard.

Age: 24.

Gender: Female.

DOB: March 11, 1991.

Occupation: Hunter/Day-care teacher.

Race: Human.

Hair Color: Brunette.

Eye Color: Ice blue.

Height and Build: 5"9, very slender and toned.

Other Appearance:

She has a mirage of scars, but the most noticeable being one that connects to the corner of her right eye and curls down her jaw. A few burn scars mark her hands and fingers, and her palms are rough with callouses.

History/bio:

March 11, 1991 was not a particularly pleasant date, born to a young woman by the name of Elizabeth Isobel Rosery, Violet was born just as Elizabeth was ready to leave. The fragile woman died within giving birth to her and she was given to her closest friend and only confident, a young woman named Audrey. Though Audrey was only a few years younger than Elizabeth, the woman had lost two children of her own and had wanted a child for as long as she could remember. Violet was a healthy baby with beautiful eyes and a laughing smile, caring for her was without question and the two soon found themselves in Oslo, Norway.

Audrey had been a hunter, a family trade and a family name, the Piper family was known for it's clever hunting techniques and their brutality. Though it had been some time before Audrey herself had fought anything but she was young and she felt she still had it in her to fight the creatures of her past and as Violet began school, she prepared to teach her one day. Though it took years, waiting for the girl to hit the age of fourteen before she dropped the weight of the world on her.

She began to train her, finding that Violet had a sharpness and keenness that was almost natural. She was smooth and she seemed to grasp the basics of what she was doing. The girl trained for ages alongside Audrey, becoming a good hunter came easy to her and the two continued to work as a mother/daughter team until the age of eighteen when a job put an end to Audrey's life. The sadness was sudden and unexpected, almost winded the young woman but did not slow her down. She learned to roll with it after a while and seemed to get better, soon moving away to a strange town and taking up a job in Day Care to keep her busy when she wasn't trying to make her dead mother proud.

Family/Relationships:

Foster Mother: Audrey Leanne Piper ( DEC )
Birth Mother: Elizabeth Isobel Rosery ( DEC )

Other:
She has a phobia of fire.
She's got a heavy Norse accent.
She's very talkative and excitable.
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Full Name:
Isroc ShadowTorrent

Nickames/Alias/AKA:
Gabriel Shade

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

DOB:
July, 2nd, 1994

Occupation:
Runs a pawnshop,

Race: Dragon

Hair Color: Jet Black

Eye Color:
In dragon form Glowing red, in Human form brown that looks crimson in certain light.

Height and Build:
6 foot 2 inches, built like a swimmer with good muscle proportioning all over.

Other Appearance:


History/bio:
Gabriel was born to a strong and proud mother who taught him everything she knew about being a Dragon and about their long and wonderful heritage, it wasn't until he started reading books when he was a child that he found that dragons with black scales were considered an abomination to nature. Crying he asked his mother if it was true, if they were supposed to exist? She scooped him up into her protective arms and dried his tears, "Little one...with scales as black as night...those that call us evil...they fear what they do not understand."

It was rare for them to see other dragons and when they did most times it did not go well, his mother met her demise when the boy was 15 she was killed by a group of humans called the huntsmen, her sacrifice was what allowed Gabriel to live, he escaped and went to a place where he could study about his people and about the mysterious clan called The Huntsmen.

Tellmore was a place he could live and learn in safety, he got a job as an apprentice in a pawn shop while going to Gringore to learn everything he could about the wonderful world his mother had told him of. In just five years time Gabriel owned the Pawn shop and was deep in study but nothing was coming of it...it was as if The Huntsmen didn't even exist.

Family/Relationships:
No family, and I will leave friendships and relationships open so if someone wants to know Gabriel they can.

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Name: Rebecca Waterson

Nickames/Alias/AKA: Bec

Age: 18

DOB: 11/4/96

Gender: Female

Hair Color: Blonde

Eyes: Sea green

Height and Weight: 5 foot 5, 140 lbs.

Occupation: Student

Race: Witch - Mortifero

Bio: The Watersons have lived in the Montaville/Tellmore area since the Revolutionary War, always using their power to help the local humans. Rebecca lived a fairly uneventful life until her tenth birthday, when her parents deemed her finally fit to start practicing magic herself. She took to magic like a duck to water, particularly necromancy.

At the age of twelve, she performed her first séance, calling up the spirit of her grandmother Molly, who'd died just days before she was born. The two had a long, amicable chat, and even today, they still speak once a week. When her supernatural friends ask her about it, she says that just because Molly's passed on is no reason not to talk to her.

Two months ago, Rebecca decided to try her first resurrection, attempting to bring back her pet turtle Shelly. She made the effort without any input from her parents, drawing the glyphs and performing the ritual herself. It failed miserably, and subsequent attempts at the feat have met with a similar lack of success. She's become hellbent on performing the feat, knowing that doing so would prove herself as a master of Mortifero magic.

Recently, she signed up as a freshman as Gringore. Part of it was to get better at magic in general, part of it was to try to learn what she was doing wrong with her reanimations, and part of it, to be honest, was to get away from her parents. After all, she is a teenager who wants to spread her wings.

Family:
Michael Waterson: Father, Naturalis witch, age 45
Sarah Waterson: Mother, Propheta witch, age 43
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Full Name: James Raphael Stuart.

Nickames/Alias/AKA: N/A.

Age: 200+.

Gender: Male.

DOB: April 14.

Occupation: Health and economics teacher.

Race: Vampire.

Hair Color: Dark brown.

Eye Color: Livid blue.

Height and Build: 5"11, broad shouldered and neat, well built.

Other Appearance: Long, thin scar along his lower stomach and one dashed across his spine.

History/bio:

Born a vampire about an even 200 years ago, James spent a life of quarreling with his half brother George. Where James was fire, George was ice and the two just didn't mesh very well. Though he had never hated him, it was sibling quarreling at best and he made light of it throughout his life, often joking that they fought just like brothers ought to. The passive older brother followed him throughout his life, though he was never sure why, it gave him mild comfort. George was quiet and never commented on his habits and that was good for him, he got to do just about anything that he wanted to. Killing and gambling became his pastimes, just games for him to play when he was bored.

There was a lot of boredom and boredom ruled most of his actions. About the time of the Second World War, he made his way to the comfort of an English man's home. His constant companion George followed him, eager to escape the heavy feeling that war tended to leave in one's bones. It was then that he met her, a young woman with brown hair and a pretty, kind face. His goal was clear and immediate, he had to make her like him. The courting should have been cute, it should have made her swoon, he was gorgeous and extravagant, the fact that she hadn't wanted him to begin with might have been what motivated him to continue.

She was illusive, managing to dodge his advances, he didn't even know if she had been meaning to do it. At the chance, he decided to try to kiss her, it had the right to be a tender moment, she should have liked him by then but her rejection was swift. It was blunt and it made his ears ring and his vision fog for a moment. He felt anger, a blinding rage that overtook him. If he couldn't have what he wanted, then nobody could and so he twisted her hair and fed from her. The anger didn't last when her body hit the floor and panic set into his system, now his eyes just weren't fogging, they were getting damp. Had he really been so foolish to kill her? She couldn't very well do anything if she was dead- unless she could.

The decision was quick, a swift bite to his own wrist, pressed to her mouth. Feeding her his blood, she became something of a baby bird in his arms and his affection only seemed to grow stronger. Surely trapped within an eternity with him would change her mind and with that set, he took the trapped thing a little too seriously. George stayed with him, whether out of his own brand of boredom or whether he just didn't know what to do without his angry younger brother, George stayed with him. George made the right calls, spoke the right words and soon things were clear and she was his.

Waiting for her to wake hadn't seemed like it had been long, pacing, muttering, pacing, he watched the slow rise and fall of her breathing. Growing bored of waiting, he decided to bring her a gift and when he returned, she eagerly accepted it. He watched, pleased, as she drank from the man. He'd bashed the human over the head himself, it was like watching her bring herself back to life, he felt warm at the process.

So, she would wait there for the rest of eternity until she learned to love him.

Her anger was a flame, burning so high that he was sure it should have devoured him with it's ferocity. Nothing he ever did was right, she was ungrateful, he would have called her selfish if she wasn't so lovely. He taught her what he could in his limited space and she was a natural, good at everything and absolutely stunning, she had it all. Trying not to get starry eyed was hard but it didn't last long.

He returned home to her missing one day, yelling for her and checking every possible route throughout the house. She was gone, not a trace of the pretty brunette left in his home. Anger gripped him, made his nails dig into his hands as he came to his next sound conclusion. If she wanted to play a game, he was very good at games. He sought her brother out next, a fine young fellow and the next of his immortal brood. He made himself seem innocent enough and tracking her had been easy, he prided himself on being a good tracker. Their meeting was an exchange of his pleasant smiles and sharp edged words, her brother presented as the next in a long line of his gifts. An apology!

He was practically cooing at her like she was an infant, containing his laughter to more private moments. She looked shocked silly for a long moment and then angry, he nearly wanted to tell her not to strain herself, getting too angry was bad for the heart. Which was even funnier and the amusement was as livid as his fury that was soon to come.

They banded together soon after, too many vampires for even dear old him to take on. He backed off with his hands held in playful defeat, there had to be some way around their wall..... [WIP]

Soon finding himself in a quaint New England town, he knew he was on her trail again. Things were about to get interesting at best.

Family/Relationships:

Romantic Interest/Brood: Alice Keller (Alive/well)
Brood: Konrad Keller (Alive/well)
Half brother: George Stuart.

Other/Extra:

He's very emotionally manipulative and kind of terrible.
He knows a lot about human health, took it up as kind of a side hobby.
He's very good at puzzles.
He's amused by vampire novels and can be found reading them dramatically out loud to himself.

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