[CHAR] Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

[Grimoire Gaming]

Béatrix de la Croix

Age: 630, turned at around age 18

Nicknames/aliases: Trixy, Wolfsbane, Madame Vengeance
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Sexual Preference: Hetero

Likes:

• Her dual glock 22s
• flirting
• hard liquor (chartreuse, especially)
• mind games
• meaningless hookups
• blood

Dislikes:

• WEREWOLVES
• the English
• prudes
• love
• people who take themselves too seriously

Bio:

Sorry about the wall of text :x

The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis… There was the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was one of wealth and power.

In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where her marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in those days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles who married for power, not their soul mates. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk… on a good day.

Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves. His was the name marked on her wrist, and hers on his.

That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Her new life would have to be a secret… and they would have to get the vampiric council’s approval as well. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man – her soul mate. Young love with the promise of beauty and an eternity together was enough to keep any secret. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for a new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death which, of course, is an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death is already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.

Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed with an unbearable pain searing her wrist. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry – even in the vampiric community. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.

Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day, wake you from your slumber, and murder you.

From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills in vampire mental manipulation, deception, and investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. Rumors and tales spread in the supernatural community of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman, but few knew the name and face to match the stories… almost none who recognized her for who and what she was survived to tell the tale.

Trixy found her way to the New World seeking adventure and new enemies to hunt. She is currently in NYC on a mission to put down rogue supernaturals wreaking havoc in the city.

Occupation: Hit woman/bounty hunter (nicknamed Wolfsbane, and Madame Vengeance) – it used to be a self-decided operation, but she now works with the military and law enforcement to take out criminals only.

Country of Origin: France

Feelings about meeting soul mate: Trixy’s is a tale of heartbreak. When she lost Francis, she lost everything – her sire, her best friend, and her lover. She doesn’t believe in second chances, and refuses to love again. No one will replace what Francis was to her, she won’t let them. The day she saw Francis’ name blackened and crossed off on her wrist, she bound her arm in silk to cover up what would come next. She didn’t want another, her heart was too cold to feel anything but pain. In time, she did see the new ink, but the date was centuries away, and she hoped maybe she’d die first. Although she keeps the tattoo still wrapped, the name haunts her subconscious, especially knowing that the date is so close now…

Soul mate: Batholomew 'Tholo' Whitlock

[Teddiplier]

Name
Adam (Will is his alter-ego)

Age
Looks to be 21

Gender
Male

Appearance/Looks
Himself


Will


Species
Mutant - He is immortal, and has an evil alter-ego

Sexual Preference
Gay

Likes
When his alter-ego stays quiet inside him, rain, sugary things, books, fire, and nature

Dislikes
Being immortal, being too fancy, electronics, being alone.

Bio
Adam has never known who his parents are, or were. All he’s known, is too things. He’s immortal, and he has evil inside of him that must be contained.

Adam has been in love twice. One with a man whose name was Taylor. But he found that it did not work out when he accidently killed him in his sleep because of his alter-ego taking over. Once he found a way to control Will that would work for awhile, he fell in love with another man named Sean. But he outlived Sean, and so he dislikes the idea of love.

He feels like he is the only immortal being in the world (even though he’s not) and feels like only he knows the pain of being alone forever.

Occupation
Teacher (Drama)

Country of Origin
America

Feelings about meeting their soul mate
Hates the idea of having a soul mate, because he doesn’t want to feel any more pain.

Soulmate

[Argetlam350]

Name:Bartholomew Whitlock, but prefers being called Thole

Nicknames/aliases: Thole, Beast of Gevaudan, The Warg, Jean-Baptiste, The True Big Bad Wolf

Age:652 years

Gender:Male

Appearance/Looks:




Species:Werewolf

Sexual Preference: Hetero

Likes:
-Liquor
-A good fight
-The metallic smell of blood
-The occasional fling
-Working with metal (minus silver of course)

Dislikes:
-VAMPIRES (damn bloodsuckers are a plague XD)
-Silver
-French (Vampire that betrayed him was French, and French people killed his pack)
-Overly stubborn people

Bio:
He was born a simple blacksmith in a small town in England. He lived a normal life for the most part with little incident happening until the age of twenty five when he was attack while traveling under a full moon. How he even managed to escape the beast that attacked him he was uncertain, how he lived was a bigger mystery. All he knew the beast that attacked him was a wolf, but far larger then any wolf he had come across before. A month later he felt the call of the moon and learned the truth of what he was and panicked. He ran away from his normal life unsure where to go when he ran into a pack of werewolves that welcomed him among them and where he found his first soulmate, miraculously she was a werewolf as well.

During the early 1700s, his pack and mate were keeping themselves low to avoid the werewolf trials that had begun during the sixteenth century. Unfortunately they were betrayed by a vampire who they had made an agreement with and his entire pack and family were slaughtered by man while the vampire that had betrayed them laughed. He managed to escape but lost his love and in pain and anger he choose the path of vengeance showing how truly monstrous a werewolf could be and set his sights on the village that had attacked his pack. Gevaudan. He terrorized the village for three years from 1764 to 1767. In that time it is unknown really how many he killed by the attacks, some say it was as low as sixty kills while others have put it even as high as 200 kills. It gained him the reputation of being the real life Big Bad Wolf. In this time other werewolves also struck back for the deaths of their comrades of the unjust werewolf trials. Few survived and were killed after awhile but he lived and disappeared from Gevaudan after finding the vampire that betrayed his pack and tearing him to shreds. The attacks were merely written off as a normal wolf that was shot and killed shortly after he left. He did not return to civilization for another twenty years and again it was in the form of a wolf that was called Jean-Baptiste.

As the werewolf called Jean-Baptiste, he did not attack men, like he had in Gevaudan, his inner raging wolf having calmed down since the lost of his family but he had not forgiven mankind and chose to instead torment them and be a trickster and tricky wolf to kill. Of course with the attacks only twenty years earlier the people were scared even at the mere sight of a wolf and a hunt was formed. For several days he lead his pursuers on a chase that ended with him seemingly drowning as he attempted to cross a river. Thus ended the trickster wolf Jean-Baptiste. Again he disappeared back into the forests of Europe, not appearing for some time until the chance was given to go to the new world and he did not hesitate. In time he did find his new soul mate but she was lost to him far to soon due to cancer. He had only just learned to love again when he lost her and retreated far into himself forming a barrier around his heart, so to never be hurt again by the wretched feeling of love.

To the rest of the werewolves he was dubbed The Warg, and depending on who you asked, some call him a hero others a monster. He has gotten use to the name calling and doesn't care how he is viewed, what happened is in the past. Does he regret what he did? For some yes but mostly he did what he did in the name of justice which he would never of gotten with following the normal path of men's ways in that time period.

Occupation:Writer and Metalsmith

Country of Origin: England

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Impassive, he's lost two soulmates all ready, he isn't going to get attached to a third right out the gate and even if he meets his new soulmate, doesn't mean he will fall for them. The name on his arm merely is a mark on him like the other scars that cover him and hasn't looked at the new blue writing even when it first appeared.

Soulmate: Béatrix de la Croix

[Musoka]

Name: Solenne Nocturne

Age : 23...give or take a few thousand.

Gender : Male

Species : Vampire

Sexual Preference : Heterosexual

Likes :
-Red Wine
-Expensive suits
-Music in all its forms
-Theater

Dislikes :
-Crass attitude
-Ill Manners
-Dubstep.

Bio :
Solenne is a man of the word, as he well should be as a man left in turmoil of time. Solenne has watched empires rise and fall from the shadows, from back when the things that went bump in the night were just stories. Solenne has forgotten much before he took to the night, but remembers the day the fiery iron hunger first ignited in his throat and stomach.

Born into the world of the vampire, Solenne was a Second Child. A Progeny of a Progeny of Cain himself, the first cursed. Solenne found himself lost in the petty politicking and infighting that the noble houses had with each other. Sick of the distasteful nature, Solenne escaped his master by the only way a free vampire can form. Death of the progenitor.

But this was all in the past, Solenne now looks forward, the bright light of a night anew. A world where he is known for what he is. A world, where he is free.

Occupation: Musician.

Country of Origin : England.

Feelings about meeting their soul mate : Solenne is rather indifferent about his soul mate. He has already had the brand on his wrist change on him three or four times. One of those was due to the girl being his selected prey for the night. He never really forgave himself for that. He can't really see it working out without finding a soul mate that would survive the time passing with him.

[TalijaKey]

Danilo Suvic

Name :

Danilo Suvic

Age :

92

Gender :

Male

Appearance/Looks :

looks

His eyes, once you move the bangs out the way to actually see his eyes, are a bright orange.

like this

The back of his hands are covered in red scales that come up to his elbow on both hands, but due to his love for gloves that isnt visible either. Similar it is with his feet up to his knees, as well there are some red scales along his spine.
His height is 186 cm or 6′1″.

At first glance he looks human.

Species :

Dragon kin

Sexual Preference :

Bisexual

Likes :

-Sugar
-Making sweets
-Fancy clothing
-Comfortable gloves and hats
-Musicals
-Laughing
-The tale Alice in wonderland
-Slavic fairy tales
-Weddings

Dislikes :

-The rain
-Smell of fish
-Being called names, or mad
-Having to fight
-Having his brothers and sisters over
-Missing a appointment

Bio :

Danilo was the forth child from five, his parents loved each of their children very much as much as they cared for each other. Danilo never felt short on being loved by his parents. His mother studied history and facts while his father studied the tales and myths of the past just like the folklore of the the world. Both of them had several hundredth years under the belt and preferred to live with their family away from anyone. The father passion for his work made him love telling his children those same tales as bedtime stories. Making sure they would start dreaming about the world with bright eyes. Some of them loved it more some did less and enjoyed more the facts that their mother would speak off.

Danilo fail in love with the tales how ever dark and sad they became at the end some form of happiness would be reached if you do not give up.

Regardless how much he was loved by his parents his siblings were a different story altogether. Well they were united in disliking him. He was often called the weird one or the parents favorite. Often teasing Danilo that he wasnt able to fight for himself, but has to go crying to their mother and rant the other siblings out. It was just how they made the rank who was stronger, but Danilo didnt want any of it. Yes he was compared to his siblings even the youngest was much stronger than him but he was more interested in everything else than proving his dragon strength.

It didnt help that the siblings were full of energy and liked to get in trouble, to help them out, Danilo would tell their parents what the others did. It would only fuel the sibling dislike for their meek brother, because they would end up getting grounded and he wouldnt.

Once he grow old enough to attend a school, which are a few decades for his kind, he did exactly that. Moving to a dorm and trying to find what he is good at. He tried many things along the way and a lot of time it didnt end up well. Chemistry was one of his worst experience as he set his dorm room on fire. Flammable chemicals do not mix well with sneezing fire. No one got hurt, luckily. The dorm leader gave him a second chance but punished him with kitchen duty for the rest of his academic stay.

Being always encouraged to find himself, and try to find a positive in any negative Danilo discovered his talent with cooking. Especially making sweets. Around the same time Danilo saw his first musical, and fall in love with the art expression and even the style of clothing. He stopped carrying what his siblings were thinking of him, and he even less cared what other peoples thought of him. He will do what makes him happy. He sewed his first clothing and wore them with pride. It took a while before his sewing got good enough. He starved for more and more receipts when it came to cooking, he wanted to experiment. The next school year he transferred into the confectioner class.

Danilo counted as a bit of a eccentric guy, but with a big and sweet heart. His classmates after a while befriended him and were his true friends. He would help them how ever he could, and occasionally he would even be going over the top. It didnt matter to Danilo, as he felt as happy as one could be. He liked to go with them at night and drink and sing till the early hours. Well he liked the singing part more than drinking and it stayed a habit to prefer to be taken somewhere than to go to a bar himself. He loved the songs about love and even the more simple things. He graduated on top of his class, and to his dislike his siblings arrived to congratulate him. Their parents urged them to do so.

The tension was making the air heavy. They all wore forced smiles for their parents sake, it was clear to the young dragon that he grown even more apart from his siblings. It was start of a silent competition of a different kind. He was again reminded that his parents were especially prideful of Danilo, that they often hold his example to his siblings. A example how they should try to find something and work hard to be the master of it. So they started doing it. Danilo ignored them all and moved away. He traveled across the world, by ship, by feet, by train, starting to make a name of himself.

He is far from being a world known pastry creator, but he did got a few chances to work under the very best. He still has a lot to learn, and he is eager to learn it. Today he is working at a luxurious hotel as chief confectioner. Often being tasked to make wedding cakes to the wishes of the couples, just as well as spoiling them all with great sweets. But there is another dream he has, one that he keeps to himself and that is to be part of a Broadway theater. Grinning he wonders where his way will end him up.

Occupation :

Confectioner

Country of Origin :

Montenegro

Feelings about meeting their soul mate :

For many years he was looking at the wrist day dreaming what his soulmate may look like. What they would think of his life and way he looked at the world. With each passing day he would play conversations in his head, of what he or she may say what Danilo would answer to them. His heart flatter with both eagerness and nervousness.

He planned to take a vacation around his date, so he could be truly free to get his soulmate to know. As the day is coming close Danilo starts pulling his glove off so he could make sure the date and name is still there on his wrist. Fearing if he looked away the name would vanish. A silly fear, but still there.
Getting in his best cloths he is spending time in the most beautifully places he could find around. The park surrounded with flowers, or the museum in front of beautifully painting. Even a lovely cafe in the morning, as Danilo wishes more than anything the first moment they meet to be as dreamlike and unforgettable as in a fairy tale of his father.

He hopes they like sweets.

SOULMATE: Adam

Manu

Name: Manu Franco

Age: 20 Birthday on 1st June

Gender: (flips a coin, if its tails it is a man) Its a tail! I mean he is a man.

Appearance/Looks:

were form:

Looks minus the tattoos

Species: Were maned wolf.
( The maned wolf (Chrysocyon brachyurus) is the largest canid of South America. Its markings resemble those of foxes, but it is not a fox, nor is it a wolf, as it is not closely related to other canids. It is the only species in the genus Chrysocyon (meaning "golden dog"). )

Sexual Preference: gay

Likes : Football
Costumes
reading romantic books
popular movies and tv shows
Meeting people

Dislikes: Being ignored
silence
slow music
chilly and too spicy food

Bio: "Well I was normal with shitty grades and nice chill life until a year ago. I meet up with a good pal again after two years of only having internet contact with each other, and well I told him how I felt about him. I was awaiting a response along the lines of I dont swing that way. But he answered me with Sorry that cannot happen. I felt a bit angry especially because he run off somewhere. So as sneaky as I can be, I managed to follow him. He went to his private woods. A place I knew and a few times visited.

Oh, didnt I mention he was kinda rich, well he is, his pops is really good at smelling what brings money in the house. All future puns are intended. Anyway. I managed to sneak in and... it was a blur. In the morning I had the most massive headache that one can imagine and was explained that I was turned into a werewolf by a mistake as I went directly into a hunting grounds, during a hunt event. Stupid I know, but lucky as I wasnt killed, just became a wolf. Well not a were wolf by say, more of a were golden dog... I dont get it either. I look freaking sweet, though.

Back on truck, my friend Jose well he and his family are all were maned wolfs. Reason I was instantly shot down when I declared my feelings towards him. I know I should have been angry or scared or anything but instead of it all I asked my pal if I could date him now. Seeing we are both now weres, so nothing to hide between us. No need to lie either.

Awesome. ... Fine its more like best friends with benefits, but I still have a crash on my pal.

He helped me with everything were related teaching me from the baby steps to actually do things right. There are still some things I have troubles with, but with time I will get them sorted out. As the date was coming closer I must have started to feel more nervous, or something. So Jose took me on one of his whims to see America, the big apple from all places. And nothing can ruin our trip!

We have to report to the werewolf pack in New York about our stay but that shouldnt be a problem."

Note relating to Jose

Jose is 24 and born a were, from both parents being were.
On his wrist is one name crossed out in color that tells that his soulmate died before he meet them. That happened 3 years ago, after which he by chance went into contact with Manu.
No new name has appeared yet on his wrist.
Manu was there for him when he felt on his lowest and he pulled him out of his depression. In opposite to Manu he still believes that maybe there will be a soulmate for him. Hoping one day a name appear on his wrist.

Occupation:
Searching for a job. He is truly attempting the search! He swears.

Country of Origin: Brasil

Feelings about meeting their soul mate:

"Nah who would believe such a silly thing. The chick who has my name on her wrist will be sooo disappointing when she sees me, nothing more than a loser, so all is coolio~"

Soul mate: Abel

[Savi]

Amena

tattoos

Amena

{looks to be about 22, but is closer to a thousand years old||female|| witch and fairy hybrid||she is bisexual heteromantic|| Irish but can easily hide it}

Likes :
~ Chocolate
~ Singing
~ Doing hair
~ Going out
~ Positive atmospheres
~ Spellwork
~ Music in general (besides rap)
~ Bad boy/ player types (but refuses to admit it)
~ Her guitar
~ Drawing
~ Tattoos
Dislikes :
~ Rap
~ Bullies
~ People without a sense of humor
~ Liars
~ People who don't understand her
~ Misogynists
~ Her accent

Amena moved from Dingle, Counter Kerry Ireland when the number on her arm was coming closer and closer to the time. Her father and mother were part of the original witches that stayed in Ireland rather than fleeing when the Vikings struck their town in the second Viking invasion. Her family believed that Ireland was much stronger than what the Vikings thought.

As she grew of age to marry, her mother married her off to an older man named Máel. Amena was only 12 at the time but Máel made sure to take care of her as if he was her father instead of her husband. After Máel died, Amena was the ripe age of 18. A young widow, she married another man, Leath. Amena was so in love with Leath that she wanted to age with him, but she knew the fate of her family.

She was never to age after her abilities were fully developed. It was a curse thrust upon her and her family by another witch who was overly jealous of Amena's mother when she married her father. The witch cursed them so Amena's family would forever be forced to watch her loved ones get old and die while she was still young and spritely.

Amena thought she was fine once she turned 20 but then her 21 birthday came and she knew. She knew she would only have a year left with Leath before her growth ended and she would have to "die". In order to keep their secret, the family would have a death period where they would go into hiding until a new generation took over.

Years passed and she continued the same routine until the day that she was told she was going to America. Amena was thrust into a boat and shipped off to this strange world she never thought possible. This happened in 1920, where the jazz scene was starting to pick up. She continued to hide her secret until she noticed the the tattoo's date was coming closer and closer.

Occupation : She is a graphic designer who does work with record labels, tattoo shops, etc. She is also the singer of a band called Raging Roses.

"I'm really hoping this guy understands that there is much more to me than I put out there. I hope he doesn't get tired of me pushing him away."

Nyght

Beware

{Nyght Lancelot||23||Nejmah||Male||Straight||England (Camelot)||Immortal||Vice president of a major software company}

Likes
Female attention
Money
Loyalty
Showing off
His cars
His dogs
His horse


Dislikes
Greed
Adulterers (because of his past)
Liars
Fake people
Cats

Biography
Lancelot was once a great knight. He was one of the Knights of the Round Table, right beside King Arthur. It was an age of magic and adventure, but it was quickly destroyed. He regretted leaving Camelot because of such a horrible thing he did. He's travelled ever since, never staying in one place and always inventing something new to gain money. He doesn't have much of a background besides his Camelot stories, in which he tells to anyone who'll listen.

Feelings about meeting their soul mate
"I cannot wait to meet her. I am extremely lonely in this world and I need someone to accompany me."

[Mivuli]

With short black hair, a pale complexion, and a petite build standing at 165cm (roughly 5’5”), Mia avoids wearing make-up, and doesn’t have any piercings or tattoos.

Midnight Moon

Name: Mia Adams
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Likes: | Authenticity | Honesty | The Internet | Alternative rock |
Dislikes: | Tension and conflict | Formality |

Bio: Mia may have passed 18, but she doesn’t feel like an adult. While she’s mature enough to have a good head on her shoulders, she lacks experience, coming from a small Southeast Asian country, and a life of relative average-ness. Moving to the West meant immersing herself in an entirely new culture, when she’s spent her entire life steeped in traditionalism. Of course, that isn’t to say Mia’s a stick-in-the-mud. She accepts people readily, but doesn’t adapt easily to new situations. As a child, she would make few friends in school, since she spent a large part of her time keeping quiet until someone spoke to her first. But once she met good friends willing to coax a response out of her, she was completely at home. Mia’s come out of her shell a bit since then, and has learnt how to take the first step in introducing herself. However, she will only do so if the other person doesn’t first, and she finds it worth the while to meet someone new.

Completely easy-going, Mia’s first priority is to live a good, balanced life, and figure the rest out later, which has led to her being absolutely carefree in selecting her peers. She’s been friends with scholars and delinquents, class-toppers and students who can’t figure out quadratic equations. Some have been good influences, others questionable. But Mia doesn’t keep in touch much with her past friends, now that she has moved overseas; perhaps just the key few.

Her parents initially didn’t approve much of her leaving the country, but that was just their protective instincts kicking into gear. (These are, of course, the same people who previously forbade her from dating until she was 30. They later brought that number down to 20) While they’ve let her leap from under their conjoined wings, they continue to keep tabs on her via phone calls and make it a point to let Mia know that they still don’t whole-heartedly agree with their daughter living alone in a foreign land, working at a coffee-shop. But parents will be parents.

Occupation: Barista

Country of Origin: Singapore

Feelings about meeting her soul mate: Anticipation, with a dash of disbelief. While it seems the ink has had a good track record so far – successfully and historically match-making people with their intendeds – that has never erased Mia’s concerns that she will somehow not match up, or that this one time the system will fail her. She wants to live with no regrets, so finding someone right – be it with the help of the ink or not – to be with for the rest of her life is vital to her.

[Venus]

Name : Nejmah Athaliah Hassan

Age : 19

Gender : Female

Appearance/Looks :

5'9" | Usually in high-end fashion items from head to toe | Immaculate hair, skin, nails and make-up | 34-25-36"

Species : Elioud

Sexual Preference : Heterosexual

Likes : Men | Fashion | Luxuries | Traveling | Order | Diamonds | Shopping | Nightlife |

Dislikes : Dirty Things | Messes | People who stand in her way | Religion | Being overshadowed |

Bio : Born in the richest town of Israel to petrol company owner Ruhann Hassan and his wife Nourah, Nejmah is the first born child of the couple and the older sister of Reyhna Hassan. She had been a highly anticipated baby, and though her father had been disappointed about finding out he was having a heiress instead of a heir, one look at his breathtakingly beautiful baby girl and he was smitten. Nejmah grew up spoiled and being a Daddy's Girl, favorited over her sister for being the firstborn. She expressed her desire to enter the world of pageants at five years old, and at that age she became Mini Miss Israel, thus also developing an ambition of joining the modeling industry. By the time she was thirteen, Nejmah had shelves of won crowns, graced the cover of many prestigious magazines, strolled down the catwalk of well-known Israeli designers and been the face of fashion campaigns, all the while keeping excellent grades.

At the age of fourteen, the Hassan family moved to the United States for business purposes, and it didn't take long before Nejmah was at the top of the high school social pyramid in the private academy her sister and her had been enrolled in. She took a break from modeling and became a cheerleader, doing her job so well that she was named captain in her junior and senior years. Though she maintained a snobby, spoiled, party-girl reputation, she was voted Prom Queen at her Senior Prom.

Regarding her supernatural origins, Nejmah's father was a Nephilim, product of the mixture of an angel father and a human mother. He, in turn, fathered a child with a human woman, thus making his offspring Elioud. Nejmah was born with the characteristic Elioud and Nephilim trait of six fingers and toes on each hand and foot, but her parents had them removed shortly after birth. The name of her soulmate tattooed in Hebrew on her wrist and the date on Roman numerals was also something she'd been born with, but despite her parents' many attempts to remove the mark, it had been useless work. Traits coming from her divine blood are her exquisite beauty, fast healing, slow aging and extraordinarily long life span.

Occupation : Professional Top Model (you may have seen her in a magazine or on the high-end catwalks on TV)/College Student majoring in International Public Relations

Country of Origin : Rehovot, Israel

Feelings about meeting their soul mate : Skepticism and disbelief. Nejmah does not believe in love or anything of the sort. She is highly selfish, so to her, the most important things in life are herself, her family and money.

Soul mate:

[WilsonTurner]

Appearance

Six foot tall, dashingly handsome, best of the Russians and British, now integrating the best of Americans, to form the ultimate post-WW2 Allies soldier. He's too pretty to die.

Name: Alexey Aslanov Smirnov

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Species: Draconian Shapeshifter

Draconic Shifters

The first thing: Pure draconian shifters are, for some reason, uncannily lucky and intuitive. Very much less so with half-bloods, but still, it can be dangerous to go against a draconic shifter in a chancy fight- he would have the upper hand. However, Alexey's power of luck and intuition extends to smaller things, such as a strategy game or a game of dice.

Draconian Shapeshifters are remnants of the original dragons- they couldn't exist, and so the ones that had magical abilities did, because they altered themselves in ways that no regular human could- regardless if they are vampire, succubus, werewolf, or witch, it's unlikely they could have matched or survived the ordeals the dragons of old put themselves through to survive in a land of men.

Draconian shapeshifters, as they are now called, retain their original form of a dragon- but are usually much smaller, like a small pony, even though they are much stronger than one. That being said, having such a form gives them a unique aura- anyone practiced in magic can feel when a draconian shapeshifter is around. Many magical creatures have a natural repulsion to it, simply because dragons used to mean death and destruction, and so the wariness of the ancestors is ingrained instinctively, and rightly so.

The aura of a draconian shapeshifter is of magic, of course, and can often be described in multiple different ways. For some people, it's like a ringing, or wail, or some other very, very faint sound. For others, it's like a scent- werewolves are most likely to pick up the ghost scent of something that smells worse and more dangerous than a bear. For the most part, though, modern-day draconic shapeshifters have laced their auras with illusion magic, often making it more soothing, more comforting. Likewise, dragons used a great deal of illusion magic- among other bits- to help them merge with humans, and have developed a significant natural talent for it. In addition to that, draconians made very sure to weave immortality into themselves. As some became more and more human, this immortality weakened, and they started aging, slowly. Many times, the immortality

"Dragons" are likely to be charismatic because of this. They make people around them believe, with a compulsion woven into them, that they are more honest and more handsome, trustworthy and friendly. Pure-blooded draconians are some of the worlds' most prominent figures: presidents, CEOs of major companies or corporations, one in particular, known as "Stone," is the head of the CIA. These "dragons" have a sphere of influence, and guard it jealously. They are ambitious creatures, who are constantly on the lookout for rivals and threats, and are always looking to become more powerful.

With shapeshifting, a draconian shapeshifter often has two or three forms: Their dragon, their human, and then some other animal, somewhat random, based on mental/emotional significance. Sometimes, however, such as with Alexey, they don't yet seem to have a limit on their shapeshifting. He could turn into a bear, or a wolf, or a dragon, or a sparrow. For the moment, it's hard to tell.

Being new to everything means that Alexey has no clue what's going on. Alexey, being the son of a normal human and a pure draconian shapeshifter, led him to gain many traits from both, while also being a great mix of British and Russian, because he's amazing, and you should really help him out.

Some creatures are very hard to kill because they regenerate, or they use magic to heal themselves, or they can block everything coming at them. Dragons are more like humans- they have a set of indirect boosts, and they use them to their needs. Being shifters, they can morph parts of them into their more draconic selves, giving them the ability to adopt razor sharp serrated claws (serrated claws are the only claws that could cut a dragon's hide, regular claws would bounce or slide) in each finger, or to grind a lit match into their hand without feeling it, because of dragon skin. As it is, a draconian's skin is tougher than the average human's. When partial-turning, they can get a hide that'll turn needles and blades, and with some of the thickest dragons, small-arms fire.

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Likes : Dinosaurs, history, military, science, and anything else that he finds interesting, snow, Americans, and more.

Dislikes: Boringness, boring people, people who don't believe in science/dinosaurs, narrowmindedness, slow thinkers, dumb thinkers.

Bio: Despite being Russian, with a Russian accent, and living in Russia, his family is actually primarily... British. That is to say, he's second-generation Russian, and his mom is Russian, but the rest of his family moved to Russia after WW2, after his grandmother married a Russian officer serving along the Iron Curtain, and moved with him to Russia.

His life was spent in Moscow, or in the surrounding area, until he and his mother moved to America, after a somewhat nasty divorce. Even with somewhat significant Russian blood, he still looks British.

Ask him about his past, and I'll fill it in as I make up the specifics.

Occupation: Two jobs: In the mornings, he works as a clerk/waiter Rico's Dining, a small diner serving excellent old-fashioned burgers & fries and such, like an old-school place. His second shift is in the afternoons, where he works at a Barnes & Noble.

Country of Origin: Russia

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Mixed. He doesn't want believe in it, but he still expects it, and so he also kind of uncertain, but he hopes [though he'll never admit it] that it's true, and he'll find someone that clicks.

Soul mate: President Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho

[urukhai]

Name: Titus Gaius Telomi (though he goes by Titus Smith normally)

Age: Whenever asked this, his answer is always to smile and say that his mother was a Sabine, and let the questioner fill in the blanks. However he looks around 37

Gender: Male

Appearance/Looks:

Titus stands around 6'00'' and seems to be of an almost military build

Species: Human "True" Immortal

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Likes : Teaching, collecting various "worthless" trinkets, dabbleing in HEMA, reading, people watching, art and history museums

Dislikes: secrecy, needless loss, driving, sports

Bio: Born at the turn of an age, Titus spent his early years in a young city in the midst of a war between his mother's people and his fathers. In fact his earliest memory was that of two armies, poised to fight and soak the fields of the young city in blood. The only thing that stopped them was a group of mothers and their children that came between them. After that the city grew as Titus did, its span reaching out to cover the seven hills upon which lay its roots, stone buildings replaced the wooden structures and the population swelled, a new people being born out of the two old that once lived. But through all this time Titus remained, both friends and family coming and going, leaving the now man behind. Still he stayed in the city, watching it and it's people grow, he fought in all three of the wars with her neighbors to the south and for a short time put himself under the command of a man named Julius in what would become France.

But as history marched on, so to did Titus, eventually leading to him leaving the heartland of the now great nation to explore her outer reaches. It is from here any record of Titus becomes blurry, yet oddly unified. Over the coarse of the next few hundred years only glances of him show up in any records, all referring to a man of his same build and height, name changing with his clothes and the times. He appears in artwork from time to time, this travailing man, always in the background though, and always one needs to look hard to find him, almost as if he prefers it that way.

And to Titus this was the way he wanted it, though supernaturals were out in the open, he wanted none of the attention that follows one who is untouched by time. Not only that, but he found a certain pleasure in watching the world grow from his pale anonymity. Eventually, around sixty years ago, Titus found himself employed at a local collage teaching a small electives class "The hidden world of supernaturals and the Ancients". He also spends some time and funds in research on his immortality as it seems shared by very few, and was not exhibited by his immediate family (mother and father), though due to lack of time constraints this project is regularly put on the back burner.

Occupation: Professor/Researcher

Country of Origin: Technically Italy

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Hopeful, yet apprehensive. Titus oddly enough has never met his soulmate, his tattoo remaining a jumble of Roman numerals that act as the date, which means that this is new to him, and new is both an exciteing thing and a slightly fightening one for an immortal.

Soul mate: N/A

[TheWildBunnii]

Name: Sebastián Vanya & Jovanka Vanya

Age: 26 & 20

Gender: Male & Female

Appearance/Looks:

Species: Demigods

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual & Ambisexual

Likes:
Sebastián
-Tradition
-Wine
-Traveling
-Classic Cars
Jovanka
-Nature
-Dancing
-Jewelry
-Her People

Dislikes:
Sebastián
-Violence
-Dishonor
-Gorjers (non-traveler)
-Spiteful People
Jovanka
-Pesty over-protective brother
-Indoors
-Thieves
-Her Husband

Bio:

My Hider

Sebastián and Jovanka is the children of Pūṣan, and a Romani gypsy woman. The siblings was born, basically meant to be deities. Legends say, those born of the union between one god and mortal, are said to have passive psychic powers. They live nomadic lifestyle, never remaining in one place for too long.

Sebastián, the eldest of the two. He had a average upbringing, never had limitations, and pretty much did what he like with the other boys. Since an early age, he managed to learn the trades of his people and fight like the males of his clan. It wasn't long before he discover the ability of retrocognition. Since then, Sebastián knew only of pain.

Sebastián probably could've been something great, but lacked the drive or ruthlessness for said greatness. He never wanted anything special and is totally happy in his anonymity - which is why he was never in a hurry to wed. The quiet suited him though; while his sister was another story.

Jovanka, is the youngest sibling, has always been a fighter with fire running though her veins. Unfortunately, since a young age, she has nothing more than lovable headache to both her mother and brother. Jovanka always believed that she could do it all. Her mother taught her the secrets of a gypsy woman. Stories has been passed down from daughter to daughter. Her true passion came when she learned the trade of the tarot. As time passed, growing more knowledge of reading and channeling the cards. An energy blossomed, giving her the voice to relive a person's past and their location by touch.

Growing up, violence was never far behind. People judged, branded them as thieves and worshipers of Satan. All because of their culture. At times, she had witness villages coming together with weapons in hand. The clan could do nothing but simply packed up and continue on the search. Then, there was times, that guns were more than just visible threat. A young Jovanka learned that in the eyes of the Gayós (non-gypsy), she was nothing more than the dirt under their shoe.

As most girls of her clan, Jovanka was married off in an early age to a man twice her senior. At first, it trouble Jovanka to be young wife of an older man. However, her husband proved to be a very good man. And, that is what mattered to Jovanka. Even though, she do not feel nothing but gratitude for the old man.

As for the mark of the siblings, it is nothing more than a strange beauty mark to them.

Occupation: Odd Jobs & Unemployed

Country of Origin: Spain

Feelings about meeting their soul mate:
Neutral. Sebastián expects nothing more than for his soulmate to accept him for who he is. His life will be chosen, either by fate or by the clan elder. Sebastián is expected to be take a wife soon, by gypsy customs.

Frighten. Jovanka does not want to disappointment her family by going against the gypsy code; love with non-gypsy is forbidden. She does not want to be cast out by the clan. Jovanka believes that without the clan, her life has no meaning.

Soul mate:

[RomanAria]

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[Wisp]

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[Willow Breeze]

Name: Jasmine (Her good friends call her Jaze)

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance/Looks:sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=OIP.Mcb4ac5b247d6..

Species: Human

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Likes: Secrets, darkness, hiding, attention

Dislikes: Dishonesty, witnessing others acting cruel, people who are too optimistic

Bio: Jaze is a bit of a pessimist, but she hides it rather well. She is very introspective, so oftentimes she will go into one of her hiding places to escape the world (one of her favorites is the roof of her house). Jaze will continue to run and hide, but all she desperately wants is for someone to come after her - someone to tell her it's going to be okay. She's always been so strong on the outside, never to let anyone see how she really feels. She doesn't want to push anyone away - she doesn't want to scare anyone. But this all may be about to change...

She was born into a sweet, little family and had a pretty good home life until the age of seventeen when both of her parents passed away in a terrible accident. She has raised herself since then, getting a job and maintaining good grades - Jaze put herself through college and just recently graduated. She does all this and puts up a front, while on the inside, she feels as if everything she's doing is all for nothing. Her main focus now is surviving...

Occupation: Jaze is a waitress at her local bar and grill and has had numerous other jobs up until this point.

Country of Origin: North America

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: She is very excited, but anxious about meeting her soulmate. She has always longed for someone to call her own - someone to love. As the date gets closer and closer, she can feel it in her bones, the feeling of something new.

Soul mate:

[BlackPanther]

Name: Abel

Age: looks 21 but is older

looks: Stands at about 6 foot 1 with a muscular build brown hair with what appears to be spots in his hair cobalt blue eyes and is found wearing jeans a t shirt cowboy boots and a cowboy hat along with a southern accent that tends to make an appearance when he is upset. He also has a tribal snow leopard tattoo in between his shoulder blades.

Species: were snow leopard... adorable yet large and deadly

Images:
Self:Click me

Snow leopard:tse3.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.M3e1823d9ca..

Tattoo: tse3.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.Me41719704b..

Sexual preference: Bi sexual

Bio: A simple past where he was born and raised in Texas on a ranch however when he began realizing he was different he found out that a "gift" skipped his parents and passed on to him. He was fine with this until his grandparents died and was left with no one that really understood what he was going through. On top of that he was bullied in school for being Bi and when his parents finally found out about him they isolated him causing him to clam up. He no longer talks with his parents and misses the days before they knew. Generally he wanders preferring to hang out in bars and libraries having enough fortune from his grandparents to hold him down until he is well dead.. He does odd jobs though.. generally involving being a body guard or helping out for volunteer jobs.

Occupation: odd jobs volunteer work

Country of origin: America (Texas specifically)

Feelings about the tattoo: extremely nervous that the person he ends up with won't accept him... or that they will be disgusted generally fears about loosing that person

persona: he hates being called queer... that has him flash back to school when he was bullied for it.. other then that he's a bit guarded not really letting anyone "in" until he knows them better.

Dislikes: Being called queer.. talking about his past... seeing people get bullied

likes: cat nip sun spots being treated well and having someone to treat well in return

Soulmate: Manu

[McHaggis]

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[Argetlam350]

Name: Adala Posner aka Scorn

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Appearance/Looks:
Lovely skull face woman on the right (old fanart of Scorn herself shame it never got finished by the person who started it)





Full Form: Instead though all black and gray blood trickling down from where the eyes would be.


Species: Grim

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Likes:
-Chaos she thrives on it
-Fire, she's a slight pyro-nut
-Metal music or rock

Dislikes:
-Usually other adults, humans primarily
-People who have to always follow the rules, that's boring and where's the chaos?
-rap and hip-hop music
-Lightning, an odd fear but when she hears it, it gives reminders of her terrible moments in life and terrifies her.

Bio:
Before she knew what she was, Ada had been a good girl, a kind person who was shy and timid around most people. No one ever bothered her or asked why she had bruises since she had always been such a kind person, why would anyone harm her? No one knew her home life. She was raised by a neglectful and abusive father and mother. Her mother wasn't even her real mother, her father had had a drinking problem for most of his life and had a child with another woman who left Chloe on his doorstep. He would of gotten rid of her, if the woman he hadn't been that Ada's mother had connection to some rather unsavory people. Of course this made tension between her father and step-mother who hated Ada, only raising her because of the fear of what would happen if they didn't.

Despite that though, they beat her and treated her as if she was garbage yet it never made a dent in Ada's kind nature. She always tried to look at the light of things. Her parents might of been drug addicted, drunks who hated her but she led a happy life, she might of not had many friends but those she did have she loved them like they were her family. It wasn't until one tragic event that pushed Ada over the edge and ended that precious life and reborn her as a cruel and psychopathic killer. That event that would spawn her new persona, Scorn.

Her father had been drunk and probably high at the same time but he forced himself upon her, which led her kind self to die, finally unable to hold back the truth, the truth that her life was a dark one, a cruel one, a life no one deserved. That the only thing that comes from being raised by two monsters, is an even greater and deadly monster. Scorn was born and she hatched a plan to get her revenge after fifteen years of neglect and abuse. She drugged her parents one night and when they awoke both were tied up in chairs facing one another, and hooked up to an impressive work of a hand made contraption that would have them kill each other. The fear that Scorn saw in their eyes made her smile and laugh. Oh how she tormented them, causing them pain and suffering like they had to her for so many years. When cops finally arrived on the scene, they only saw Scorn laughing hysterically and repeating the words 'I WIN!' over and over again while a house was ablaze behind her. She would plead insanity and with the evidence that it was true she was abused and her parents had a record, the courts would agree with that assumption and sent her to an asylum upstate. Here she would cause even more chaos. She became the most insane person they had there and was kept in twenty-four hour lock-down. She remained in lock-down for three years before her true nature manifested at the age of eighteen.

She had had outbursts before but this had been different, her form changed and she hungered for flesh that the doctors could provide her. No one survived if she saw them and if she didn't and they saw her in that form, they didn't live long. For she was a grim, a black beastly dog that signified death. She disappeared into the night without a trace, only resurfacing a few years later still using her alias name of Scorn and as a leader of a new gang if the city of New York.

Occupation: Gang leader

Country of Origins: America

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: She has scratched the name off her arm and even if it has reappeared the name is unrecognizable due to the scarring. She doesn't want to be shackled to someone who probably has nothing in common with her, besides her gang is far more important then a trivial thing like love.
Soul mate: (Leave this blank until I assign your characters their soul mates)

[BlackPanther]

Name: Astley Haven

Age: 30 (looks 22)

Gender:Male

Appearance/Looks: He is an extremely handsome guy in human for. He is 6 foot 2 well built with blonde hair and blue-grey eyes. He is well muscled and all around reminds people of a model that walked off of a page. However, this is his glamour. His real self is pretty much the same, but blue with slightly pointed ears iridescent dragon fly wings and teeth. Teeth that are all sharpened like a row of daggers in his mouth. Of course, he has gotten to the point where he can have his wings out and look like a nice 'fairy' but if he either is mad enough, tempted enough, or hungry enough his entire normal self pops into existence. Usually starting with him turning blue. Since he is a pixie king, he tends to leave a faint trip of golden glitter on his birthday... it used to be all the time but for some reason he has managed to get the glitter to stop.

Species: Pixie King

Abilities:
Flight
Teeth
Strength
Stone skin (If you hit him its like hitting stone)
Decelerated aging
Bewilderment Inducement:can cause confusion (temporary interference with the clear working of targets mind) in a person or group of people.

Weakness:
Iron

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Likes : Blood (Particularly of teenagers... its a pixie thing), flying, sunsets

Dislikes: Iron, dishonesty, being tricked, the glitter that falls off of him on his birthday

Bio: Astley was born to an english pixie king and his queen. he was being raised to take over their territory, but he refused. He did not want the life that they had because it involved controlling multiple pixies usually against their will. It also involved turning humans and if they survived it then controlling them as well since the more pixies a king and queen controlled the more power they had. His parents threatened him, basically if he didn't agree they would force him. So when he was 19, he ran. Finding that America was a good hiding point and a good area for possibly getting some territory. Of course, that last part hasn't really worked out. Especially since he had a run in a while back with a different pixie king who captured and tortured him for about 2 years where he was bled often by the king and his pixies. Luckily, he was able to escape and from then on he has been from place to place trying to find somewhere to live. He is still rich, so he is able to get the best of forged anything, including his doctor degree. Kind of scary to think about, but he is actually good at it. He is a bit weak in his abilities due to being alone, not having a queen, and not having territory. So, his only powerful ability is Bewilderment Inducement (which he uses to help him get into various jobs).

Occupation: depends... currently he is a doctor

Country of Origin: England

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Nervous that he will accidentally kill her or something

Soul mate:

[Arkay]

Aria Kelly

Name: Aria Kelly

Nickname/ Moniker: Old Hunter, White Hawk, Bloody Old Bird

Age: 99

Gender: Male

Species: Kin (Human half-breed of eldritch being. He’s never met either of his parents)

Sexual Preference: Hetero, but has experience with both sexes. (“I got bored and spent a decade trying something new. Sue me!”)

Likes : Cold-weather, any type of precipitation (rain, snow, etc.), intelligence, theater, reading (mainly deep fantasy), video games (A relatively new interest), and junk food.

Dislikes: Ignorance, cold hearted people, country music, most rum, summer or rather hot days in general.

Bio: Aria came into this world among blood and gore during the Great War, in a field hospital just behind the trenches of the English line in France. His father died the day before in the no man’s land and his mother supposedly died in childbirth. The orphan, by some odd circumstances he still doesn’t fully understand, was taken back the United States and raised in New York. As he grew he began to find friends within the organised crime gangs of the city under Prohibition, helping the speakeasies get supplies off the small boats off shore. Upon Aria’s further investigation into his parents, he found that his mother was not human, but of some elder race without name. Some fanatics, like H.P. Lovecraft, referred to his race as being god-like. Aria was unaware of such god-like abilities until he was called upon during World War II. When he was killed in combat, he would awake the day before as if it were a dream and proceed along the day the same way until he survived. His blood also seemed to assist with other human’s wounds, sealing them up quickly. He kept his race a secret from his fellow soldiers, helping with his unique perspective on battle where he could. After the war, Aria used his compensation to move to America and set up a small bar of his own. His bar has remained there ever since and he has been taking odd jobs out of there for everything from jewel heists to demon slaying. He cares little for the money, but is more interested in keeping himself entertained. Lately, video games have been a welcome distraction and has amassed a large collection.

Occupation: During the day, he works as an editor for a small media firm reporting on video game news and information. (It covers the rent at least,) During the nights, he bartends at a bar downtown, where he also subtly advertises his side business.(Hired gun, thief, assassin, monster hunter, etc.)

Country of Origin: France

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Wonders if they will shy away from his chosen lifestyle and how old they would be when he meets them. Worries about how much time he will have with them and watching them die.

Soul mate: (Leave this blank until I assign your characters their soul mates)

[Ace of flames01]

Name: Saoirse /pronounced as see-er-sha/

Age: 25

Gender: female

Appearance/Looks:

Human

She stands at 5'3.5" and weighs 110 lbs in her human form.

Wolf

Species: Werewolf (she doesn't need the moon to change between forms)

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Likes : + singing (she's actually really good at it)
+drawing/ painting
+freedom
+Ireland (her homeland)
+running through the woods
+rain/ rainy days
+loyalty
+honesty

Dislikes: +guns
+being held down or restrained
+being alone
+loud noises

Bio: Saoirse was born into a pack of wild werewolves, on the coastal shores of Ireland. It was there that she learned how to control her inner wolf and how to change between forms at will. She was loved by her pack dearly, yet never had any contact with others outside her pack.

That is... Until the hunters came. You see... Wolves were supposed to be extinct in England. So naturally, when someone some how managed to snap a photo of one of her packmates, naturally poachers and farmers concerned for their livestock came running, guns blazing. At first, it was just one or two that met with their fates on hunting trips. The alpha was about to have the pack move, when suddenly, things to a sudden turn for the worse.

It was the middle of the night, the moon was full, the sky clear and speckled with starlight; all was peaceful. However, when the sudden bang of gunfire, all hell broke loose. The hunters had found the pack's den, and the alpha was the first to fall. Saoirse was hidden away and could only watch as her parents and packmates were murdered in front of her very eyes. When the sun had finally risen, the den was flooded with blood, and Saoirse was the only one still alive.

For the past few weeks afterwards, pictures of the hunters holding up the pelts and dead carcasses of her packmates with proud expressions, plastered the cover pages of Irish newspapers. The same hunters that ruthlessly massacred her entire family, were treated like heroes.

Ten years have passed since that day. And surprisingly, Saoirse holds no grudges against mankind. Probably because she had lost all memory of it. The extreme trauma of watching her family murdered had induced amnesia. Now she knows very little of her childhood, only holding a few fragments in her memory. However, she still knows who she is and what she is, yet this did not scare her in the slightest. She accepted what she was and, what's better, she can control it.

She now lives in the tiny apartment she calls home, where she works on her paintings and commissions for her clients.

Occupation: Artist/ Painter/ Freelance artist

Country of Origin: Ireland

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Saoirse wants to meet him dearly so that she won't be alone anymore, but never seems to have the time because of strict deadlines. She wants her soulmate to you loyal and love her for who she is, rather than what she is. She also wants for her soulmate to be able to protect her, though she isn't sure exactly as to why that is.

Soulmate