𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍

[puddingpunter]

_{Ｗ．Ｉ．Ｐ．ｓ}

𝔅ᴀʙʏʟᴏɴɪᴀɴ 𝔏ᴜʟʟᴀʙʏ

「ᵇᵃᵇʸˡᵒᶰᶤᵃᶰ ˡᵘˡˡᵃᵇʸ」 「ᶜʸᵖʰᵉʳ」 「ᵐᵃˡᵉ」 「ᵗʷᵒ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵒˡᵈ」 「ˡᵒᶰᵉʳ」


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◖𝔸ᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ◗</sub>



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ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ ᴋ. ᴀᴜʀɪᴇʟ

_{＂Ｈａｖｅ ｙｏｕ ｅｖｅｒ ｈｅａｒｄ ｔｈｅ ｆａｂｌｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｃｏｒｐｉｏｎ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｏｇ？}

_{Ｉ＇ｍ ｎｏｔ ｄａｍａｇｅｄ， ｄｅｒａｎｇｅｄ， ｏｒ ｄａｍｎｅｄ ａｓ ａ ｍａｔｔｅｒ ｏｆ ｆａｃｔ．}

_{Ｂｕｔ Ｉ ａｍ ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ．＂}

›Ａｌｉａｓ‹

_{ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ᴍᴀʏʜᴇᴍ}

›Ｎａｍｅ‹

_{ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴀᴜʀɪᴇʟ}

›Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ‹

_ᴍᴀʟᴇ

›Ａｇｅ‹

₃₉

›Ｃｒｉｍｉｎａｌ Ｒｅｃｏｒｄｓ‹

_{ᴀʙᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ || ᴀʀsᴏɴ || ʙᴀᴛᴛᴇʀʏ || ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀɪʟ || ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʙᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀғғɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ || ᴇxᴛᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ || ғᴀʟsɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴍᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ || ɢʀᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇғᴛ || ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀɢᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇғᴛ || ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ || ᴏʙsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ || ᴘᴇʀᴊᴜʀʏ || ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɴᴀʀᴄᴏᴛɪᴄs || ᴘʀᴏᴄᴜʀɪɴɢ || sᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ || ᴛᴀx ᴇᴠᴀsɪᴏɴ || ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴄᴛs ᴏғ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀɪsᴍ || ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ || ᴛʀᴇssᴘᴀssɪɴɢ || ᴠɪᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀ ʀᴇsᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ}

›Ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ‹

_{ᴛᴇxᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ʜᴇʀᴇ}

›Ｏｔｈｅｒ‹

_{ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟɪɴᴇ ʜʏᴘᴇʀsᴇxᴜᴀʟ || ɢʏɴᴇsᴇxᴜᴀʟ || ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ﹕ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ɪᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ}

›Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ‹

_{ᴇsᴛᴘ || ᴍᴀsᴏᴄʜɪsᴛɪᴄ ﹠ sᴀᴅɪsᴛɪᴄ}

›Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ‹

_{ᴛᴇxᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ʜᴇʀᴇ}

ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ ᴋ. ᴀᴜʀɪᴇʟ {ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ}

_{＂Ｈａｖｅ ｙｏｕ ｅｖｅｒ ｈｅａｒｄ ｔｈｅ ｆａｂｌｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｃｏｒｐｉｏｎ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｏｇ？}

_{Ｉ＇ｍ ｎｏｔ ｄａｍａｇｅｄ， ｄｅｒａｎｇｅｄ， ｏｒ ｄａｍｎｅｄ ａｓ ａ ｍａｔｔｅｒ ｏｆ ｆａｃｔ．}

_{Ｂｕｔ Ｉ ａｍ ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ．＂}

┊Ｎａｍｅ┊

_{ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴀᴜʀɪᴇʟ}

┊Ａｇｅ┊

₃₉

┊Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ┊

_ᴍᴀʟᴇ

┊Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ┊

_{ᴇsᴛᴘ || ᴍᴀsᴏᴄʜɪsᴛɪᴄ ﹠ sᴀᴅɪsᴛɪᴄ || sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ
Lady Macbeth had once said, "Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it." The art of charm is a delicate one at that but something Dante has managed to master years ago. However, he's not one to shy from taking more 'aggressive' measures and certainly has no problem with getting his hands tarnished.}

┊Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ┊

_{...ғɪʟʟᴇʀ...}

┊Ｂｒａｎｄｓ┊

♰ _{ʙʟᴀsᴘʜᴇᴍɪᴀ ∷ ʙʟᴀsᴘʜᴇᴍʏ}
⌚ _{ᴅᴏʟᴜs ∷ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛ}
₷ _{ғᴜʀᴛᴜᴍ ∷ ᴛʜᴇғᴛ}
⚜ _{ʟɪᴄᴇɴᴛɪᴀ ∷ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜʏ}
☠ _{ɴᴇx ∷ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ}
☿ _{sᴛᴜᴘʀᴜᴍ ∷ ʀᴀᴘᴇ}

┊Ｂａｃｋｓｔｏｒｙ┊

_{...ғɪʟʟᴇʀ...}

┊Ｅｑｕｉｐｍｅｎｔ┊

_{...ғɪʟʟᴇʀ...}

┊Ｇｏａｌ┊

_{ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ﹐ ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ɪᴛ. ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ ɪs ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs sᴏ﹣ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ··ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ·· ʙᴜᴛ ɪsɴ·ᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ·s ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀᴘ ᴏʀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀ.}

sʜɪʟᴏʜ ᴘ. ᴄʀᴏɪx

┊Ｎａｍｅ┊

_{sʜɪʟᴏʜ ᴘᴀʏɴᴇ ᴄʀᴏɪx}

┊Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ┊

_ᴍᴀʟᴇ

┊Ａｇｅ┊

₄₃

┊Ｃｏｄｅ Ｎａｍｅ┊

_ʜᴜɢᴏ

┊Ｓｐｅｃｉａｌｔｙ┊

_{sɴɪᴘᴇʀ ﹠ sʜᴀʀᴘsʜᴏᴏᴛᴇʀ}

┊Ｍｉｌｉｔａｒｙ Ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ┊

_{ᴛᴇxᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ʜᴇʀᴇ}

┊Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ Ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ┊

_{firstborn of the sixth generation to inherit his family's ranch, shiloh grew up in the rural region of . ᴛᴇxᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ʜᴇʀᴇ}

┊Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ┊

_{ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɪʀ || sᴇᴀ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs || ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴛᴀɴ sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ || 5'11" || 213 ʟʙs. || ʙʀᴀᴡɴʏ ﹠ ʙᴜʀʟʏ || ғɪᴠᴇ ᴏ·ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ {sᴛᴜʙʙʟᴇ}}

┊Ｏｔｈｅｒ┊

_{ʟᴇɢᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴀғ || sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴜᴛɪsᴍ || ɪsᴛᴊ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ || ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ || ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɢ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ 🇧​🇴​🇷​🇾​🇺​; 🇧​🇱​🇺​🇪​ 🇩​🇺​🇹​🇨​🇭​ 🇸​🇭​🇪​🇵​🇭​🇪​🇷​🇩​}

[puddingpunter]

_{Ａｎｇｅｌｓ ＆ Ｄｅｍｏｎｓ || Ｍａｌｅ}

ᴅᴇɪᴍᴏs ᴍ. ᴠᴇsᴘᴇʀᴜs

"ᴮᵘᵗ ʷʰᵒ ᵖʳᵃʸˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵃᵗᵃᶰˀ ᵂʰᵒ˒ ᶤᶰ ᵉᶤᵍʰᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᶜᵉᶰᵗᵘʳᶤᵉˢ˒ ʰᵃˢ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒᶰ ʰᵘᵐᵃᶰᶤᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵃʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ ˢᶤᶰᶰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵒˢᵗˀ" [ᴹᵃʳᵏ ᵀʷᵃᶤᶰ]

✟ ｎａｍｅ： Deimos Masque Vesperus
✟ ａｇｅ： 93
✟ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ： Male
✟ ｒａｃｅ： Demon

✟ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ：

“Auribus Teneo Lupum”, or better known by its literal translation, “I hold the wolf by the ears”. Sword of Damocles, doubtful advantage, double-edged blade, a dead man’s switch, or whatever you’d like to call the situation; being a demon who wishes for peace is like being the lion who plays with the lamb. Unheard of, unseen, and just plain wrong. Deimos is stuck between instincts and intellect -all while emotions play a vital part- a factor which may one day become his hamartia.

› ᴅᴇɪᴍᴏs ∷ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ ‹
Hostile and assertive with the unfortunate addition of aggressive behavior, it’s quite difficult for anyone to imagine Deimos being a ‘good guy’. Deimos’ overall goal may not be the same as his fellow demons, however, he sees no reason to change his current demeanor. As long as he’s against the demons, his approach to it shouldn’t matter, right? Besides, no matter what he says or does, Deimos will always be a demon. And he will always be looked at differently for it.

› ᴍᴀsϙᴜᴇ ∷ ғᴀçᴀᴅᴇ ‹
Like a siren, Deimos is charming with a chillingly uncanny ability to lure any unwary company. Ever since joining the peace seekers, Deimos has attempted to suppress the urge. Occasionally, however, there are times when he simply cannot resist the temptation and finds himself slowly reverting to his former ways. Deimos eventually realized that the only way to stop the urges was to block out his feelings. Now he hides himself away and never dares to open up to others, leaving yet another mystery for everyone else to figure out.

› ᴠᴇsᴘᴇʀᴜs ∷ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ‹
Deimos may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing but he works alongside the shepherd’s dogs. He is the silent watch who works from the shadows, where he has lived during his entire existence. Deimos has always had a thing for the darkness -literally and figuratively- and even had powers which involve shadows. Also, though Deimos works alongside the dogs, he never joins in the hunt after wolves. Nota bene, water may be sweet but blood is thicker…

✟ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ： {skipped}

✟ ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ：

ᴍᴀ·ᴀɪ ᴛ. ʟ. ɴᴀʀᴋɪssᴏs

✟ ｎａｍｅ： Ma'ai Thos _{(together they're pronounced mæ-ðō-z; variant take on the name Midas)} Lucius Narkissos
✟ ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓ： Ma'ai or Luke
✟ ａｇｅ： 28
✟ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ： Male
✟ ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ： Angel
✟ ｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎ： Military Scout & Tracker
✟ ｐｏｗｅｒｓ： Sleep Hypnosis & The Ability To See One's Greatest Desire

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✟ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ：

Have you ever tried to associate personalities with a color? Ma'ai would be a pastel shade, but not a particularly bland color; perhaps rose gold. He's pretty mellow albeit with a definite underlying layer of 'spice' which finally bubbles to the surface once he gets comfortable. Ma'ai tries his best to avoid standing out so he's a bit of a stickler for the rules and rarely does more than necessary, but the man will surely make it his business if he finds himself witnessing a situation that requires intervention. Aforementioned angel isn't lazy, per se, but he is a prime example of not-my-job-not-my-problem mentality. That being said it's almost ironic that his three most popular traits are punctuality, organization, and dependability.

✟ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ：

Ma'ai was born into a family with a long history of serving for the military. So naturally, it was expected that he followed the predestined role. The angel had no qualms about this and actually looked forward to the honor; he has been on active duty since he was 19.

✟ ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ：

5'11" tall, molten-gold eyes, grey-purple hair, pale skin, back tattoos. Wings are white and medium in size with plumage structure similar to parrots (a balanced combination of appearance and utility; smooth but rigid enough to be ideal for flight).

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[puddingpunter]

_{Ａｎｇｅｌｓ ＆ Ｄｅｍｏｎｓ || Ｆｅｍａｌｅ}

ᴊᴇ·ɴᴀɪ ɪ. ᴏʙsᴄᴜʀᴏᴋʜᴛ

✟ ｎａｍｅ： Je'Nai _{(pronounced ĵe-nà-ee; variant take on the name Jane)} Icarus Obscurokht
✟ ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓ： Jenna or Icar
✟ ａｇｅ： 31
✟ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ： Female
✟ ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ： Hybrid
✟ ｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎ： Makeup Artist
✟ ｐｏｗｅｒｓ： Her wings can turn into ravens, each capable of individuality.

✟ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ：

If Je'Nai were to be assigned a color for her personality it would most definitely be red. More specifically a ruby or blood shade. This Hybrid, though leaning closer towards the humble side of the spectrum, takes definite pride in her skills but will also always readily accept constructive criticism. Je'Nai considers her ability to accentuate the body's natural aesthetic a taught talent, something anybody could do if they really strive for it. She is very passionate about her work and is constantly looking for new things to learn. Ironically, despite her feisty and unapologetic attitude, there's still that almost natural sense of submission lingering within her. It's a rare sight indeed but frighten her enough and it'll surely show itself.

✟ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ：

{skipped until further notice}

✟ ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ：

5'1" tall, titanium quarts-esque eyes (black with an iridescent tint in the right lighting), vantablack hair that hovers just above her shoulders, porcelain skin. Her wings are large, translucent, and dual in color (white outside, black inside). They're comprised largely of down-type feathers instead of flight-type ones so while they're very soft, they're useless for transportation. They also shed a lot more than normal so Ja'Nai is very strict on keeping them kempt.

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[puddingpunter]

_{Ａｎｉｍａｌｓ || Ｍａｌｅ}

ғᴇʀᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

• b a s i c s •
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Feral Heart
ᴀɢᴇ: 6
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ: Alaskan Noble Companion // Canis Panther // Groenendael
ʀᴀɴᴋ: ---

• p e r s o n a l i t y •
ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Feral lives with a very straightforward mindset; leave him alone and he’ll leave you alone. He’s created his own little set of rules to abide by and is very strict with himself on that; ask him why and he’ll give you the simple answer of “it creates order”. Feral’s reserved and doesn’t like to stick his nose in anybody else’s matters, nor does he appreciate anyone doing that to him. Quiet and somewhat shy, it’s often easy to forget he’s even in the same room until he speaks up. Listening has always been his strong point and Feral is fairly knowledgeable because of his observatory skills, but he doesn’t share what isn’t asked for. He’s a stoic and tries hard to keep up this wall he’s built around himself, even putting on a façade for added effect. Truthfully, he’s just hurting on the inside and misses his master. Feral can be patient and often tolerates more than most would, but bare your teeth and he’s sure to bite back. Also, contrary to what many judge him for, he can be sensitive and has a soft spot –he just doesn’t show it.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: patient // observing
ғʟᴀᴡs: anger management

• a p p e a r a n c e •
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: In the prime of his life, Feral was a unique dog. He was large but agile, powerful but gentle, and disturbingly frightening but surprisingly poised. His ANC half granted him his long fur and pointed ears while his CP half granted him his heavy build and large teeth. He could have passed for a wolf if the white markings on his chest and chin hadn’t given his true identity away. Now he’s nothing more than a shell of his former self, a ghost, a sickly skeleton. His once glossing black fur hangs limply, his previously charming figure is riddled with marring scars, bones protrude where his muscles once bulged, and his formerly bright-golden eyes stare back dully. Feral even lost his proud stance, now replaced with his slumping hunch. But make no mistake, though Feral isn’t exactly in top shape, he’ll be sure to die with dignity. He’d rather fight for his pride and be killed than cower and allow one to shame him.
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Inky Black.
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Gold.
ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: White spots on his chin and chest.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Lots of scarring along his body, nothing overly major though.

• r e l a t i o n s h i p s •
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: none
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: none
ᴋɪɴ: none

• e x t r a •
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Feral was born in a very sketchy part of the city, to a breeder who made a living by selling potentially “mean” dogs. Though as a pup Feral couldn’t kill a fly, even if it provoked him, Feral’s rough appearance got him a one-way ticket from home and straight into the core of the ghetto slums. He was bought by a man named Marco, who worked as a bounty hunter. With his job being as dangerous as it was, Marco trained Feral to be a guard/attack dog. Despite the popular belief, Feral was not an aggressive dog and suffered, but he gradually adjusted to his new lifestyle in order to please his master. This went on for a few years until he was 4; afterwards, an accident left Marco unable to work anymore and when he lost his job he ended up an alcoholic. With rising debts and no way to pay them off, Marco started borrowing from loan sharks and turned to gambling. One night at the bar, Marco placed Feral as collateral while he was drunk and lost the bet. After being traded, sold, and even stolen over the following few weeks, Feral landed in the dog fighting business. Whether by miracle or sheer luck, the mutt managed to escape and now lives on the streets.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ---
ᴘɪᴄs:

ғʀɪᴛᴢ

• b a s i c s •
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Fritz
ᴀɢᴇ: 5
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ: American Akita // American Alsatian // Carpathian Sheepdog [Romanian Shepherd Dog] // Central Asian Ovcharka [Russian Bear Dog] // Shiloh Shepherd
ʀᴀɴᴋ: Rogue

• p e r s o n a l i t y •
ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Fritz is a gentle giant; he loves both people and fellow animals but he’ll also be naturally cautious when the need arises. He’s compassionate and very patient, especially with youngsters (both puppies and children). Though he is fully grown, he loves to take it easy and lay back or play around. Fritz prefers listening over speaking just as much as he prefers following over leading, but he dislikes silence and enjoys socializing. Fritz main issue is his rage. It takes a lot to push him over the breaking point, and when that happens he becomes a very different dog. This usually occurs when he’s defending himself or protecting a friend. He becomes aggressive, violent, almost morbid, and enters that “red zone”. He becomes nothing short of a savage during these episodes, plus it takes him a while to calm down afterwards. Ironically, he very much loathes fighting and tries whatever he can to avoid it. Despite this hatred, he wouldn’t hesitate to put himself in harm’s way to protect others.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: accommodating // loyal
ғʟᴀᴡs: rage

• a p p e a r a n c e •
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Fritz, like his ancestors before him, is a big and heavy dog. He’s tall and muscular with a thick, long coat, which gives him a shaggy and unkempt appearance. He’s strong and has fair stamina, but he’s not very fast. With all the breeds mixed into him, it’s no wonder why he has such a mess of colors and shades. Though he is primarily charcoal grey and black, there are also blends of white and silver, even some browns tinting him. He is fairly dark, but his soft honey-brown eyes can compensate for that.
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Primarily grey and black with brown, silver, and white mixed in.
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Honey brown.
ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: He has multiple scars riddled over his body from past dog attacks, though they’re mainly hidden under his fur for the most part.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: He wears a navy blue, leather collar given to him by a kid that used to take care of him. On it is a silver tag with his name engraved into it.

• r e l a t i o n s h i p s •
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: none
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: none
ᴋɪɴ: none

• e x t r a •
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Born and raised in the streets, Fritz never really had a place to call home. The mutt lived with his littermates for a while until they all gradually left or died off. Fritz took this as a sign and decided to move on, leaving his birthplace. It was rough and dangerous, but through his hardship Fritz learned how to survive. Despite the fact where most would turn away strays, Fritz was desperate for companionship and often stuck close to people whenever he could, earning himself a fairly positive reputation. He finally found a quiet neighborhood and for once, Fritz had someplace decent to stay. He’d play with the children –at this point most would tolerate him –at this point he became more of a community pet than a stray- he’d join people walking their dogs, and he helped reduce the coyote problem. In exchange, Fritz was fed, some would occasionally take him in for a bath, and he was permitted to sleep where he pleased without worry of being chased out. A few kids even got together and bought him a collar and ID tag after naming him Fritz (before that, he had no name). When Fritz really settled down, he started to explore the town a bit and discovered the city’s pack. Ruled by a strong alpha pair, this group of hardy mongrels were notorious for their uncanny ability to evade capture. Each and every single one of them had a story behind their reputation. Though they weren’t exactly very friendly with strangers, especially trespassers, Fritz was desperate for the companionship of other canines like himself. He was rejected multiple times for being a “lap dog” and even almost killed once; they disliked people and therefor were disgusted with Fritz. Somehow or the other, Fritz managed to prove himself and was accepted into the pack. For reasons he won’t say, he was shortly exiled with a newfound reputation and had been on the run since. Some say he killed a packmate and some say he mauled a child, others believe he is guilty of both.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ---
ᴘɪᴄs:

[puddingpunter]

_{Ａｎｉｍａｌｓ || Ｆｅｍａｌｅ}

ᴀᴜɢᴇɴ ᴀᴜғ

• b a s i c s •
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Augen Auf
ᴀɢᴇ: 1 ½
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ: Smooth Coated Scotch Collie
ʀᴀɴᴋ: ---

• p e r s o n a l i t y •
ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Though she’s still technically a pup, Gen is unexpectedly sophisticated for her age and carries herself with this sort of refined mien. She’s so quiet that she’s almost mute, she’s unnervingly patient with an equally extreme level of tolerance, and she has an odd habit of cleaning herself just like a cat does. She’s also gentle with whatever she’s doing and dons a delicate ambience for herself, often bringing people to the playful conclusion that she must have been brought up by deer. Raised to follow the rules and trained to how to properly behave, Gen is poised and performs even the simplest of tasks with careful thought. “Beggars can’t choosers” doesn’t apply to her and dignity is of upmost importance, surpassing her own well-being as proven by the countless nights she starved herself after refusing to eat trash off the floor. The concept of propriety has been ingrained into her since puppyhood and after learning on what it means to be respected, she took it upon herself to treat even the lowest of curs with regard. Integrity is a highly valued virtue, but it falls right under humility for her. Though Gen would undoubtedly help with whatever she could, the female never brags. Also, being as young as she is, Gen is naïve but truly believes she has her priorities set straight. Augen Auf doesn’t have much to offer but once you can gain her trust, you have her undying loyalty.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: high tolerance // humility // patience
ғʟᴀᴡs: easily alarmed // obsequious

• a p p e a r a n c e •
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: As can be expected from her bloodline, Gen is lissome and svelte. She’s white with large tan blotches along her body and faintly black-tipped ears. If her ears were folded, she’d look just like the short-haired version of Lassie. Being as hygienic and cautious as she is, Gen is always clean and hasn’t the slightest scar on her. She has mismatched eyes, the right brown and the left blue. Though his may seem beautiful to some, she is actually blind in her left eye along with being deaf in her left ear.
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Tan and white with black-tipped ears.
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Heterochromia; her right eye is brown and her left is pale silver.
ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs:
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Blind and deaf on her left side due nerve damage after she was struck in the head, which is also led to her mismatched eye colors.

• r e l a t i o n s h i p s •
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: none
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: none
ᴋɪɴ: none

• e x t r a •
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: After all, she expects nothing less than to be treated as a queen. She’s too naïve to understand that her little disability [“blemish”] has left her unwanted.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ---
ᴘɪᴄs:
or

ғᴀçᴀᴅᴇ ᴅ. ᴍ. ɴᴏɪʀs

• ‣ ɴᴀᴍᴇ - Façade de Masques Noirs
• ‣ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - Female
• ‣ ᴀɢᴇ - 3
• ‣ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ - ½ Wolf, ⅜ Blue Bay Shepherd, ⅛ King Shepherd
• ‣ ʀᴀɴᴋ - Regular

• ‣ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

As elegant as a feline and yet simultaneously as messy as a bear; Noir is practically jumbled blend between her parents’ genes, and unfortunately, this also gives her mixed feelings regarding how she wishes to live her life around humans. Play with children or chase wild animals? Stay in the barn or sleep under the stars? Keep her collar on or scratch it off? These everyday questions are things most dogs don’t have a problem with but to Noir, they’re struggles that she has to deal with on a daily basis and it seems she is never truly ever satisfied no matter what she chooses. But the most important question she has yet to find an answer for is: hunt the wolves or leave them be?
--
Noir is a rebellious sort of daredevil. Always looking for a new way to test herself, she loves a good challenge and won’t often run from dares. She’s also the type that tends to create trouble -funny part is that it’s not something she does intentionally to bother anyone, her luck’s just terrible. Stepping out of line is not an uncommon thing for her and it seems Noir is trying to see how far she can get away with bending the rules before getting caught. Also, being the mischief-maker she is, Noir is often the first to be blamed whenever there’s a problem; she often plays along just for laughs.
--
Friendly and outgoing, Noir gets along with most canines. She loves company and being someone who finds friends to be her most prized possession, she is rarely ever alone. Noir can be very charming and brazenly flirtatious at times but she it’s never something serious, being as she’d never have the patience to stay anchored to anyone for too long. Ironically, she is incredibly shy upon first meetings and often gives many a very awkward first impression of herself.

• ‣ ᴄʀᴜsʜ - N/A
• ‣ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - ffc0cb cbffc0 c0cbff ᴱᴵᴳᴱᴺᴳᴿᴬᵁ

ᴛᴏʙɪ

• b a s i c s •
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Tobi
ᴀɢᴇ: 4
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ: European Doberman Pinscher // Anatolian Shepherd
ʀᴀɴᴋ: ---

• p e r s o n a l i t y •
ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Tobi is a very feisty and aggressive dog. She doesn’t like to share any information about herself and avoids creating bonds with others –however, she’s blunt and does little to hide her feelings when she starts talking. She feels that lying to the world would be just as bad as lying to herself. Tobi doesn’t mind dogs too much, though she’d rather be alone, and she has a strong distaste towards humans. Unlike many dogs who’d be sure to chase off an offending human, Tobi would much rather tuck her tail and flee. She is very much aware of what the species is capable of and would much rather avoid dealing with them.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: deep thinker
ғʟᴀᴡs: impatient // distrustful

• a p p e a r a n c e •
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: With the heavy build of the Anatolian and the sleek figure of the Doberman, Tobi’s just the right 50/50 combination of speed and strength. She’s tall and has a robust figure with tough muscles to add, making her excellent at survival. Tobi’s a color combination of black and rust fur, her chocolate eyes only making her look more like her father than her mother. Though she carries no chains or tags, there is evidence of her life back in the fighting ring.
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Black and rust.
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Brown.
ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: none
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Her ears have been cropped. Also, she has some scars along her muzzle, neck, and shoulders; the most noticeable of these stigmas stretches from the outer end of her right eye, down to the edge of her jawline.

• r e l a t i o n s h i p s •
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: none
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: none
ᴋɪɴ: She had a litter but their current whereabouts are unknown.

• e x t r a •
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Tobi was born in puppy mill and started her early days at a pet shop. Whether by luck or by fate, Tobi was bought and taken home to a little boy named Luca. Tobi was a gift for Luca’s 13th birthday and named after one of his favorite TV show characters. It seemed to be love at first sight and the two were inseparable. Tobi followed Luca everywhere; they were like the modern day Lassie and Timmy. Luca decided to take it upon himself to train Tobi and even taught her a few tricks. One day, Luca had to go run some errands and as always, Tobi went along with him. Luca ended up at the market and had Tobi wait up front for him. As she’d been taught, Tobi waited obediently for Luca’s return. Meanwhile, a few older men approached her. Tobi allowed them to pet her and was being friendly as usual, until one of them placed a leash on her. She started to struggle and even barked and bit at him. Before she knew what was happening, she’d been restrained and taken. Tobi was traded to an illegal dog fighting ring, and brutally trained to fight. That was where she learned the harsh reality of human cruelty, and the rules of survival; kill or be killed. She tried countless times to escape but despite the times she fought back, it seemed they always had another trick up their sleeves for her. Unfortunately, her aggression is exactly what they wanted. After some successful rounds, they decided to keep her as a breeder. She had a litter later on, though her puppies were taken away from her. It wasn’t until a year later that she finally got her chance to freedom again. The police had found out their location and in an attempt to save their prized possession, one of her handlers took her before fleeing the scene. He ended up staying at a friend’s house and tied Tobi outside. She managed to escape in the middle of the night and made sure to never look back. Eager finally be with Luca after their 2-year separation, she immediately set out to find him; she got exactly what she asked for just a month later. Though overjoyed to be reunited with Tobi, Luca had gotten another dog during her disappearance. Tobi, amazingly, wasn’t jealous –she simply didn’t care about it. But unfortunately, like a soldier from war, the fighting had changed Tobi was she was unable to readjust to the lifestyle of being a normal dog again. One day she simply snapped and attacked Luca’s other dog and when the boy tried to stop her, she bit him. She was so horrified by what she’d done that she ran away. It wasn’t long until she stumbled into this pack and somehow managed to fit in.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ---
ᴘɪᴄs:
or

[puddingpunter]

_{Ｈｕｍａｎｓ || Ｍａｌｅ}

ᴀʀʟᴏ ᴋᴇʏᴇs

Officer Arlo Keyes

Role: Maximation HYBRID Handler Age: 37 | Gender: Male | Height: 5'5" | Weight: 179 lbs.

ᴄʟᴀʀɪᴏɴ ʟ. ᴄᴀʀᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ

<sub>❝Ａ ｇｅｎｔｌｅｍａｎ ｉｓ ｓｉｍｐｌｙ ａ ｐａｔｉｅｎｔ ｗｏｌｆ.❞

Clarion Lafayette Carmichael || ♂ || 27

ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ ᴄʜʀɪs sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴍɪʀᴇ</sub>

ᴅᴏʏʟᴇ ʀ. sɪʟᴠɪᴜs {ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ﹠ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ}

_{» ᴅᴏʏʟᴇ ʀᴏᴜx sɪʟᴠɪᴜs «
» ᴍᴀʟᴇ // ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣sᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ «
» ᴍᴇᴅɪᴜᴍ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ // ᴄᴏɢɴᴀᴄ ᴇʏᴇs «
» ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴛ. sɪx. (₁₆₈ ᴄᴍ.) // ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ғɪғᴛʏ﹣ғɪᴠᴇ ʟʙs. (₇₀ ᴋɪʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍs) «
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» ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ // sᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏᴜʀs ᴏᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴀs sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ «}

ᴊᴇssᴇ ᴀ. sᴍɪᴛʜ

-Name: Jesse Archibald Smith
-Age: 27
-Gender: Male
-Occupation: Bounty Hunter // Free Lancer

-Personality: Jesse’s a very optimistic person, and just loves to laugh; some say his joy is horribly contagious. He enjoys playing cards and gambling, but unlike most men he won’t go anywhere near alcohol or even a pipe to smoke. He’s an honest and dependable person, but also unusually reserved at times. Some say he has the potential of a leader but he prefers to give advice, or better, simply sit back and listen. He tends to be lazy but if he puts in effort, he can be a hard worker. He’s a very hands-on guy and prefers manual work over problem solving. But, he also has great tracking and investigative skills, which is how he makes his living off bounty hunting. And being the mischievous daredevil he is, he isn’t afraid of a little trouble here and there. Despite this knack of his, he dislikes fights and tried to avoid them at all costs.
-History: Jesse was the second-oldest boy born, with a total of 3 sons and 2 daughters in the family. His mother was a nursemaid while his father ran the farm they owned, leaving early in the morning and returning late at night. Jesse was very curious and clever, so he was quick to learn when his father starting bringing him along to help with taking care of things by age 6. Jesse loved the outside and he knew riding like he did the back of his hand. Life was good and everything went fine for years, but then things took a turn one night after his father didn’t come home from a night out with his friends. Jesse and his brothers went out through town searching for him, but to no avail. The next morning their father arrived home; he was drunk and had obviously been in a fight. They tried to figure what happened but he was incomprehensible and after some fussing over by their mother, their father went to bed. The family tried to forget the incident, dismissing it as a simple mistake. But then his father started to change, and it seemed like Jesse was the only one to notice –or at least, point it out and confront him about it. He started becoming aggressive towards everyone and threatened to abuse his wife, only stopping when Jesse or someone else stepped in and often had to get physical. He started going out late at night and slacking back in his work, causing a major setback in production and a loss in profit. The rest of the family seemed to have given up on him and it felt like no matter how hard he tried to connect with him, the father Jesse once knew was gone. As a last resort to bond with his father and help him get back into his old ways, Jesse decided to take him out on a hunting trip. To sum it all up, Jesse returned from the trip; alone, and with freshly made scars strewn over his face. Jesse never told the truth of what happened then; he simply packed up and left. He has been traveling around since.
-Other: He owns two dogs, Butch and Bonnie, along with stallion named Woody.

-Appearance: Jesse is tall and muscular, but of average build. He just reaches 6’1” tall and weighs 215 lbs. He has lightly tanned olive skin, short brown, tussled hair, and dark brown eyes. He has two thick scars that mar the left half of his face; the first once covers from his the top of his forehead and down to his chin, the second runs over his lips.

ᴊᴇssᴇ ᴀ. sᴍɪᴛʜ {sɪᴍᴘʟɪғɪᴇᴅ}

_{ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ ᴊᴏsʜᴜᴀ ʜᴇɴᴅᴇʀsᴏɴ}

_{Jesse Archibald Smith || ♂ || 28
veteran cattle rancher || rookie horse wrangler
6'1" (185 cm) || 193 lbs. (87 kg)}

ᴍᴀᴠᴇʀɪᴄᴋ ɢ. s. ᴊ. ᴏ·ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ғʀᴇᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇϙᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. [ᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴀʟ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴏx]

● ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Maverick Gunnar Smith Jones O’Connor
● ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: Rick
● ᴀɢᴇ: 29
● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male

ｉ＇ｍ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｂｉｔ ｏｆｆ ｔｈｅ ｃｈａｉｎ．．．

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Arrogant, conniving, snarky, playboy; those are just a fraction of the many words tossed in Maverick’s direction. The worst part? Chances are that most of the negative labels used to describe him are entirely accurate. The facts are that he’s a lone-wolf and most of his income is through stealing. Plus, he’d do almost anything if the price is right and has no shame in admitting it. Now take that information and combine it with his devil-may-care lifestyle and doesn’t-bother-me attitude; it’s no wonder not many people wish to be around him.

ｃａｌｌ ｍｅ ｉｎｓａｎｅ， ｂｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｆａｃｔ ｒｅｍａｉｎｓ

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Maverick wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Starting life on his family’s ranch in Louisiana, Maverick had to work starting from a young age. Around then he’d learnt the hard way that if you hadn’t a penny to your name, nobody cared. Maverick’s older brothers taught him the art of theft and from then on, he started learning new skills on his own. He left home when he was only 18 and has since built up his renowned reputation, earning himself a hefty bounty over his head. Rumors have it that before he left, Maverick even went as far as to turn his own father to the sheriffs for the monetary reward.

．．． ｔｈａｔ ｉ＇ｍ ａ ｐｓｙｃｈｏ

● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: He owns a stallion named Bull’s Eye & a mutt named Dodger. Quote comes from D12’s American Psycho II.

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: 5’10.5” tall with a fit built, Maverick isn’t exactly what you’d call intimidating at first glance. However, his firm facial features and harsh temper compensates for that. He has brown shaggy hair and turquoise eyes.

● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

··ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ɪᴛ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴇϙᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʟᴀᴡ ᴇɴғᴏʀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪᴛ ɪɴsɪsᴛs ᴏɴ.·· [ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ]

ᴍɪsʜᴋᴀ ᴢʜᴏʟɴᴇʀᴏᴠɪᴄʜ {ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ}

● ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Mishka Zholnerovich [Мишка Жолнерович]
● ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹙s﹚: Hannibal
● ᴀɢᴇ: 23
● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
● ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6 ft. 1 in.
● ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 200 lbs

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Despite his European heritage, Mishka displays the uncommon genes of black hair, brown eyes, and fairly tanned skin. His only other notable features are the sprinkle of freckles running over his nose. While he usually dons casual attire, it's not uncommon for him to be seen wearing what some stereo-typically refer to as punk or gothic clothes.

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Rising from the rock-bottom nadir known as poverty, Mishka understands the importance of gratitude and is very resourceful with whatever he has. He’s not one for thanklessness and makes sure to enjoy the little things in life, but sometimes that leads him to start collecting trinkets or trivial and useless things like soda can tabs, empty lighters, even dead cellphones –though occasionally he may stumble upon a curio or two. Despite his knack for hoarding Mishka is a very organized person, a so-called clean freak, but not at all germaphobic nor obsessive compulsive. He simply can’t stand messes.

On the other hand, there's the Mishka that most people in his neighborhood have come to familiarize themselves with; this is also the "side" that earned him his nickname, Hannibal. Something's gone missing? Blame Mishka. Someone walking around with a fresh black eye? Blame Mishka. Oh look, there's some new graffiti on the back wall of that grocery store. Who else would it be? Mishka's practically notorious for causing trouble and even has a rather violent history of records so jail isn't new to him. Funny part is that most of the things Mishka is accused of doing aren't even his fault, he just has a tendency to take the fall for others.

ᴍɪsʜᴋᴀ ᴢʜᴏʟɴᴇʀᴏᴠɪᴄʜ {sɪᴍᴘʟɪғɪᴇᴅ}

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› S I X F T . O N E || T W O H U N D R E D L B S . ‹
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ɴᴏɪʀ ᴅɪɴᴅʀᴀᴜɢ

ℕ𝔞𝔪𝔢:

_{Noir Dindraug {surname translates into silent wolf}}

𝔸𝔤𝔢:

₂₇

𝔾𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯:

_Male

𝕆𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

_Apothecary

𝕂𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪:

_Barradale

ℙ𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝑦:

_{Behold a man true to his word, furthermore, a man of few words. Noir typically speaks only when necessary or if he finds the conversation amusing enough, also bearing this uncanny ability to pick up on even the slightest of inklings while minding others’ badinage. Despite his terse attitude and rationed used of verbal language Noir is a reputable man and well known among the locals for his honesty. He probably isn’t the most pleasant person to speak with but he has a long list of connections and doesn’t forget easily, capable of memorizing even the most picayune details of information long after he learns about it. Ask the right questions and he just may be able to help you. Noir is an epistemophilic autodidact and a bibliophilic bookworm, who gets frustrated when he’s not kept stimulated. He’s a productive person, the type who’d prefer to practice or learn something new in his free time rather than revel in the joys of materialistic pleasures. That’s also why he is still single and has never once allowed himself to get intoxicated -though he will wine with others as a respect during meetings. Another notable characteristic feature about Noir is his dignity. He is a stoic, he speaks firmly but listens patiently, he rarely uses vulgar language, and although he has no royal blood in his ancestry he behaves just like a noble. Regardless to the reality where he no longer dons the title of a knight, he takes great offense to anyone who desecrates the honor. Noir is very knowledgeable in many fields including the art of swordsmanship, but his undeniable specialties are daggers and poisons.}

ℍ𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝑦:

_{Noir’s history remains as much a mystery as the man himself. Born and raised in a small village within Barradale's borders, he has been living on his own for as long as anyone can remember. His past and family are a sensitive topic for him, a taboo which he absolutely refuses to speak of and clearly points out that he wishes to avoid when broached. What has been confirmed, however, is that Noir left his home as a young teenager to become a knight. After dutifully serving his kingdom for several years, he resigned to become an apothecary and has taught himself everything he currently knows.}

𝕆𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯:

_{Although pragmatic and philosophic, Noir unfortunately suffers from Lyssophobia and Thantophobia. Ironic, isn’t it? A genius who believes in no god and hasn’t a single object of grand value, yet he loathes the day when the reaper shall arrive and take all he has left.}

𝔻𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

_{With his olive skin, 6’1” height, fit figure, and clean-cut appearance, Noir is often mistaken for a priest. He has obsessive-compulsive tendencies and impeccable hygiene; those traits combined with his fashionable style and charming looks make it almost impossible to ever catch him looking anything but formal. Noir has ink black hair and faded turquois eyes, but no other prominent features such as scars or birthmarks.}

ℙ𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰:

_{Original Source // Artist: link 1, link 2 // Noir's Appearance: 1, 2 // Armor & Destrier}

ʀᴀʏᴍᴏɴᴅ ғ. ᴍᴀʀᴋsᴍᴀɴ {ᴘᴀsᴛ}

_{› ʀᴀʏᴍᴏɴᴅ ғ. ᴍᴀʀᴋsᴍᴀɴ ‹
› ᴍᴀʟᴇ // ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣ғᴏᴜʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ ‹
› sɪx ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ // ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʏ﹣sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅs ‹}

ʀᴀʏᴍᴏɴᴅ ғ. ᴍᴀʀᴋsᴍᴀɴ {ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ}

Identity

● ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Raymond Felix Marksman
● ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: Ray
● ᴀɢᴇ: 77
● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male

● ʀᴀɴᴋ: Commander
● ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ: Yes
● ᴄᴀʟʟ sɪɢɴ: Jinx

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··ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴʟɪᴇsᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇsᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴅᴅᴇsᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇsᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪsᴇsᴛ. ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ.·· [ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs]

Personality

As can be expected from anyone who has experienced as much as Raymond has, he is very shut-off with his feelings. Ray is a stoical (both emotionally and physically) and reserved person, a recluse, and becomes uncomfortable with any heartfelt conversations. He often tries to change the subject when that happens but if he knows the person talking to him just needs it, he’ll just tough it out and listen. Ironically, Ray is also rather talkative and isn’t shy at all (though he doesn’t mind those ‘comfortable silences’ either). He’s very sociable most of the time and easy to get along with. This frequently makes him a target for any new trainees seeking out a superior whom they want to feel comfortable with, rather than constantly on edge for fear of screwing something up. However, Ray always makes sure to set his boundaries and keep his social life separate from his business life. He dislikes taking advantage of his rank but will do so without hesitation if he finds people starting to cross that line, and he’ll always make sure to put inferior-ranking soldiers in their place. It’s often mentioned to him that Ray seems indifferent, but that’s a misconception coming from his serene and blasé attitude. One aspect of his that tends to surprise most people is how ascetic he is, but not for religious purposes. It’s similar to a strict self-discipline lifestyle, but a harsher version of that. Raymond is also one of those people whom anyone can trust, but he himself trusts no one. He’s also protective, fiercely loyal, and he has this uncanny ability to switch to his ‘polar opposite’ whenever his job requires it. Anyone who’s ever had the rare opportunity to witness him interrogating prisoners of war can vouch for that.

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··ᴡᴀʀ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ﹣ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ʟᴇғᴛ.·· [ʙᴇʀᴛʀᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜssᴇʟʟ]

History

Born in the UKD’s capital city Rokma, Raymond started life with his twin sister Darnell at a small orphanage. They never knew their parents or the reasons behind their abandonment, but that was considered irrelevant to them. Other than the obvious, Raymond and Darnell grew up like normal children; they attended school, they made friends, and despite the constant switching from one house to the next, they felt comfortable enough to consider it ‘home’. But time flew by and the years passed; the twins kept hopping from one foster to the next, and it seemed neither would ever be adopted at this pace. Raymond, having already accepted the harsh fact of his likely fate, couldn’t care less. His sister, however, never gave up hope. As the saying goes, “be careful of what you wish for.” Darnell learnt that lesson the hard way when her new adoptive family decided to take her in, but leave Raymond behind. It took a lot of convincing and promises but after a long talk, Ray finally persuaded Darnell to go with them on the agreement that he would visit her often. True to his word, Ray snuck out every night to see her. He eventually got in trouble and for this and finally when he reached 18, he was kicked out of the foster care system. He ended up joining a street gang and quickly adapted to his new lifestyle, but made sure never to let Darnell find out about this. Though he never directly participated in any needless crimes, Ray was labeled a criminal and became a wanted man. Darnell remained oblivious but her family soon found out. Life went on and Darnell soon found someone to spend the rest of her life with, Jackson. Ray was a bit overprotective at first but after hearing Darnell’s pleas, spending some time with Jackson, and doing a little research on him, Ray gradually came to accept Jackson and gave them the space they needed. Needless to say, Ray still kept his eye on them. Darnell had just turned 22 when Jackson finally proposed to her. Ray was happy for his sister and though her parent’s didn’t entirely approve, he helped her plan everything for it. After months of waiting, the wedding night finally came. And it was that night when Raymond’s life changed forever… By the end of the night, Ray had lost his beloved sister and had been thrown into jail under false accusations of murder and grand theft. He tried to prove his innocence but no one believed him as there was too much evidence pointing to him. Ray was taken for trial and sentenced to death row, but thankfully through his connections he managed to get help and break out before that could happen. He fled and eventually landed himself in the army. By age 24 he was serving loyally under the UKD rule. He worked hard and pushed himself beyond what most could even hope of achieving. Keeping himself busy was the only way he could distract himself from the reality that cursed him. Ray quickly worked his way up the ranks and was soon acknowledged by many. However, his superiors started to feel threatened by him and after uncovering his true past, they decided to dispose of him. Long story short, he was used and betrayed; Ray escaped after 15 years of service to the UKD. To the citizens of the UKD, he is believed to have died a hero and to the UKD superiors who know of the truth, he is a threat to be terminated. When he left, Ray switched over to the RAS and eventually joined the Rebirth program. It was a difficult process but he was finally accepted by the RAS and is now serving with blind faith, his past to remain a secret in exchange for information on the UKD forces.

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Miscellaneous

● sᴋɪʟʟs: Because of his many years of experience, Ray knows at least the basics of almost everything. He reaches around average level in close-combat, flying, and gun usage but his best asset is his mind. He has a high stamina and likes to keep extremely busy, often training himself both mentally and physically; he is typically found at the gym or solving some sort of puzzle during his free time. He’s a deep thinker and has taught himself to be able to focus on almost any problem given to him and can stay calm in even the most chaotic of situations.
● ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs: Raymond, though he has the ability to keep himself together doing hectic times, he apparently cannot function properly under pressure. The reason behind this is unknown but that kind of stress, though definitely less demanding than plenty of other things in his life, makes him anxious.

● ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: Taken.
● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Raymond hasn’t shared this information but he’s in a relationship with a woman named Anita. He met her a few years back on the planet Naidor, where she currently resides. Also, he has had his Rebirth clones tattooed too so he’ll still have them whenever he is reincarnated.

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Raymond has short ebony-colored hair and a rare set of lavender-stained eyes which can appear violet in dark lighting. He has olive skin, reaches 6’3” in height, and weighs 215 lbs. Being as large and muscular as he is, Ray is often thought of as intimidating but he’s more like a gentle giant. Also, he has 4 unique tattoos. The first one [wolf & rose] is on the left half of his chest above where the heart allegedly is; the second one [dragon & skull] is on his left shoulder; the third one [tiger] goes along his left bicep and tricep; the fourth one [wolf with antlers] is inked onto his left, lower arm. He got most of these back home when he was still part of a gang, each with its own distinct meaning and each holding another memory for him.

[puddingpunter]

_{Ｈｕｍａｎｓ || Ｆｅｍａｌｅ}

ᴄᴀʀʟɪsʟᴇ ᴇ. ᴏɴçᴀ

_{» ᴄᴀʀʟɪsʟᴇ ᴇᴅᴇɴ ᴏɴçᴀ «
» ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ // ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣sᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ «
» ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴛ. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ɪɴ. (₁₆₀ ᴄᴍ.) // ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣ᴏɴᴇ ʟʙs. (₅₅ ᴋɪʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍs) «
» ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ // ᴀᴍʙᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs «
» ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ «}

ᴇᴜʟᴀʟɪᴇ ᴠᴀʀᴛɪᴛᴇʀ

_{» ᴇᴜʟᴀʟɪᴇ ·ᴍᴀᴇ· ᴠᴀʀᴛɪᴛᴇʀ «
» ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ || ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣sᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ «
» ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴛ. ғᴏᴜʀ ɪɴ. (₁₆₂ ᴄᴍ.) || ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣sɪx ʟʙs. (₅₇ ᴋɪʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍs) «
» ᴊᴇᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀɪʀ || ʜᴇᴛᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴇʏᴇs «
» ᴀғғᴀʙʟᴇ || ʙᴀsʜғᴜʟ || ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ || sᴋɪᴛᴛɪsʜ «}

ʟᴜᴇʟʟᴀ ʟ. ʟᴇʙʟᴀɴᴄ

Identity

● ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Luella Lorelei Leblanc
● ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: Elle, Lue, or Lilly (Thrill, a pun for 3-L, to those she’s especially close with)
● ᴀɢᴇ: 44
● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female

● ʀᴀɴᴋ: Captain {Cryptographer & Translator}
● ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ: Yes
● ᴄᴀʟʟ sɪɢɴ: Glitch

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··ᴀ ғᴏx ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴏʟғ ᴡʜᴏ sᴇɴᴅs ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs.·· [ʀᴜᴛʜ ᴡᴇsᴛᴏɴ]

Personality

Gung ho since birth, Luella has always been a restless and stubbornly determined type of gal with a rapacious appetite for adventure. She’s an ambivert, a bookworm, and an adrenaline junkie with a very girlish-tomboy attitude all crammed into one package. With a little bit of everything in her, she is quite literally, a hybrid. Though not at all obsequious Luella makes sure to always put her best into everything she does and often works hard to please others. She’s easy for most people to get along with and likes to help with whatever she can. However, Luella’s very prideful and thus never asks for help nor does she ever impose on others. While her profession obviously requires behaving deceitfully at times, Luella has mastered the ability to twist the truth to keep from fabricating total lies and can accurately decipher whether or not someone is being honest with her. She even developed the ability to charm her way out of trouble. Ironically, she’d rather avoid fibbing if the situation allows it and strongly values integrity.

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ᴀ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ɢʀᴏᴡs ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ᴡʜᴏsᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ sʜᴀʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sɪᴛ ɪɴ. [ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇʀʙ]

History

Luella was born on Shintie in a patriotic, military home. Soldiers to her were like princesses to little girls; they were her role models. Ever since she learned the meaning of the word ‘freedom’ Luella always dreamed about growing up to be a war hero. Though she never failed in her classes, school was never a priority for Luella. Instead of focusing on homework and studying like she should have, she was always running around the neighborhood playing games with her siblings. Time passed but her dream had evolved into an ambition, and she would have it no other way. Most able-bodied members of her family all served for the RAS at least once in their lifetime so it was no surprise when Luella joined right after graduating college. Though she originally intended on returning home after fulfilling her duty, Luella soon found herself wanting to make this her permanent career. And she did just that…

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Miscellaneous

● sᴋɪʟʟs: Think the Phonetic Alphabet is annoying? Luella can easily convert that off the top of her head along with Binary and Morse codes. Furthermore, she’s fluent in several dialects (including 2 formerly-extinct ones), their sign language hand symbols, and their braille alphabets. Her job aside, Luella is phenomenally talented with hand-to-hand close combat. She has been trained in a multitude of fighting styles including Aikido, Defendo, Krav Maga, Lausatök, MMA, S.C.A.R.S., and Unifight methods.
● ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs: Misplaced Morality; Luella has never once taken a life and was even KIA on numerous cases because of this. Just barely able to shoot straight, Luella can’t use anything other than basic a sidearm. Explosives and aircrafts are completely out of the question. This makes Luella a dangerous liability when it comes to working in teams and therefore she has to work solo when doing any field missions.

● ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: Single.
● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Luella has had her Rebirth clones tattooed too so she’ll still have them whenever she is reincarnated.

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: They say never judge a book by its cover. Prominent RBF, thick dreads, and a piercing-tattoo combo to complete the look; Luella, as amicable as she may be, she can’t help the rather intimidating impression she gives off. With a 5’5” stature and a brawny athlete’s build, Luella conveys anything but a fragile mien. She can certainly take care of herself. Her blonde hair, soft baby blues, and porcelain skin help cushion her appearance but she’s often told that it’s her humor which reassures that she won’t bite.

_{{x}, {x}, {x}, {x}}

ɴᴇʀɪ ᴅᴏᴍᴇɴɪᴄᴏ

··ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ɪᴛ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴇϙᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʟᴀᴡ ᴇɴғᴏʀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪᴛ ɪɴsɪsᴛs ᴏɴ.·· [ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ]

● ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Neri Domenico
● ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): Nico
● ᴀɢᴇ: 27
● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Gung ho since birth, Neri has always been a restless and stubbornly determined type of gal with a rapacious appetite for adventure. She’s an ambivert, a bookworm, and an adrenaline junkie with a very girlish-tomboy attitude all crammed into one package. With a little bit of everything in her, she is quite an unpredictable mix. Also, Neri’s very prideful and thus never asks for help nor does she ever impose on others. Neri has mastered the ability to twist the truth to keep from fabricating total lies and can accurately decipher whether or not someone is being honest with her. She even developed the ability to charm her way out of trouble. Ironically, she’d rather avoid fibbing if the situation allows it and strongly values integrity.

[puddingpunter]

_{Ｍｉｓｃｅｌｌａｎｅｏｕｓ || Ｍａｌｅ}

ᴋᴀʟᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴅᴅᴇᴜs

_{‣ ⁝ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ⁝}

Kalon Thaddeus

_{‣ ⁝ ᴀɢᴇ ⁝}

27

_{‣ ⁝ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ﹠ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴄʟᴀss⁝}

Witch

_{‣ ⁝ sᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ⁝}

Neutral

_{‣ ⁝ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ⁝}

Cryptid Summoning, Necromancy, Shape-Shifting, general thaumaturgy (he's still dabbling and has much to learn)

_{‣ ⁝ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ⁝}

If Kalon were to be described using only colors, he'd be a sort of lime cyan -and definitely in the neon version. Spunky with a slight tinge of offensive intrusion, despite having never intended for that. Kalon's an amicable fellow and is nearly always seen hanging around with one close friend or the other. He doesn't like to be alone often but that doesn't mean he's adverse to the concept of "me time"; somewhat ironically, he also comes with a strict personal space boundary. Aforementioned magician also knows to keep his nose out of others' businesses but he has this uncanny knack to always be in the loop of the most recent news regarding locals around town. But Kalon's most certainly not a snitch and despises such behavior for no reason other than it annoys him to no end.

ᴍᴀxɪᴇʟ sᴄᴏᴜʀɢᴇ

-Full Name: Maxiel Scourge
-Nickname: Max
-Age: 20
-Gender: Male

-Rank: Newbie // Regular
-Species: Antígrafo [Greek for ‘copy’]. This species can mimic any voice or sound they hear. They are also known for their tattoo-like markings and youthful appearances.

-Personality: Maxiel is like a lost puppy; he often gets into trouble whenever he’s just trying to be helpful, he’s always trying to find a way to fit in, and he has this look on his face that many simply can’t resist. Max is a bit awkward at times and a major klutz, but he does his best and is happy when everyone else is happy. Max is the quiet, obedient person of the group who’s usually just trying to blend in and avoid becoming the center of attention. He’s also very kind and considerate, but not the overly-sensitive type to cry like a baby whenever a bug gets squished. Contrary to what most would think of him, Max is fairly level-headed in fights and can handle stress fairly well. Another notable characteristic about Max is his cleanliness. He’s almost OCD about it and hates messes, plus he likes to organize things just because. Max is also pretty punctual and is often one of the first to wake up in the mornings.

-History: A small planet, in a middle-class household, from a decent family; everything about Max’s life is pretty mediocre. He grew up a middle child, got good grades in school, and never got into trouble. Years passed and before he knew it, he was in college and studying to become an artist. His lifestyle was pretty boring, actually. So how did someone like Maxiel end up with this gang? Simple, he wanted change. He only joined a little after Levi took over and still has a lot to get used too. But Max is gradually adjusting and changing to be less uptight.

-Appearance: Max is much older than he appears, no thanks to his species traits. Maxiel’s got blonde hair and bright, turquois eyes. Though he has a young impression, he’s about 6’1” tall and weighs a good 200 lbs, enough to fill out his tall frame so he looks fit. The marking giving away his species is a red flame patters in the middle of his forehead. He usually covers it with his hair, but for no particular reason.

[puddingpunter]

_{Ｍｉｓｃｅｌｌａｎｅｏｕｓ || Ｆｅｍａｌｅ}

ᴊᴜᴊᴜ ғ. ɴᴇʀɪ

ℕ𝔞𝔪𝔢:

_{Juju Fae Neri}

𝔸𝔤𝔢:

₄₄

𝔾𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯:

_Female

𝕆𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

_{Traveling Menagerie Owner}

𝕂𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪:

_Adanon

ℙ𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝑦:

_{An infandous, with agerasia, who enjoys xenization. Juju is definitely unique and tends to leave a trace wherever she goes. In contrast to the many “unwanteds” who simply avoid society, Juju is a genial person. Though Juju is very patient and will typically let things slide, she will step up for those close to her without a second thought would most definitely voice her opinion. This characteristic of hers also contributes to her mediating skills. Juju’s generally a passive person and often won’t bother with anything that doesn’t involve her, but she never hesitates to take advantage of any humorous situations. Making an important speech in a quiet room? She’ll be the one standing at the back silently making faces. Something embarrassing happen to you? She’ll never let you live it down. Juju is the type of person to crack morbid jokes at a funeral to brighten up the mood while claiming that negativity is bad for your health. Being a jester just comes naturally to her, as she loves laughter and enjoys making others happy. However, she knows her boundaries and makes sure to never insult those ranked above her, especially the royals.}

ℍ𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝑦:

_{Juju’s a mixed-blood, the result of a taboo affair between a Barradale maiden and an Adanon knight. No no no, her parents didn’t live like primitives in the woods or lock her away soon after birth. It was actually more of a Romeo & Juliet type of thing, each keeping up their respective public image with the appropriate distaste towards the other kingdom’s inhabitants. But they would meet up at night and attempt to make the most of the mere hours spent together. Their relationship bloomed and ultimately, Juju came along. Her mother had died during childbirth and her father knew he couldn’t take care of an infant so he left her at orphanage. Juju has been traveling since she was 16 and began collecting monsters at 21. Though she carries her father's last name, she has yet to meet him and find out more about herself.}

𝕆𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯:

_{Juju travels with her pets all unleashed an uncaged; though her recent addition Erebus is the only exception, the rest of her beloved beasts are all trained and completely harmless despite their carnivorous appetites and grotesque looks. Juju has even gone out of her way specifically to feed them dead meat (as opposed to allowing the creatures to hunt) in order to keep their natural prey drive at bay. The hybrid currently own four creatures: Erebus, Hades, Ammit, and Synx.}

𝔻𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

_{With pale skin and only 135 lbs to her 5’6” stature, Juju doesn’t stand out too much when it comes to her figure. However, it’s her features which tend to catch people’s eye. Juju has medium length curly lime-green hair and bright violet eyes, plus sharply pointed ears to boot. Though she should be able to pass as an elf, it seems all the pure-bloods can tell exactly what she is with just a quick glance over her.}

ℙ𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰:

_{Juju // Costume // Beasts: Erebus, Hades, Ammit, and Synx.}

ɴᴏᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇ. ᴀᴇᴛʜᴇʀ

Noelle E. "Benji" Aether

_{Chelsea Wolfe - Feral Love
"Your eyes, black like an animal deep in the water."}

"We're supposed to be heroes but I think they just turned us into the type of monsters children check under their beds for."

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_{FULL NAME}

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Noelle Eden Aether

_{SUPER NAME}

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Benji, after Benjamin who was the last Thylacine in captivity. He was an endling and with his passing came the extinction of these peculiar creatures.

_{REVENGE OR JUSTICE}

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Revenge; anti-hero. Not exactly the villainous type but now that she knows she's a dead man walking, Noelle's going to make damn sure the people who did this go down with her. Or she'll die trying. Think "opportunist" with a grudge and a little bit of aggressive tendencies.

_AGE

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30

_GENDER

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Female

_REPUTATION

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Before Maximation Noelle was a performer who thrived in the dance world as a rhythmic gymnastics teacher. She didn't hold any fancy titles or world records, but she did have a winning streak and it was something she adored doing since childhood. Noelle was in the process of saving up to open her own studio when her older brother Clyde, a boxer, introduced her to Maximation after learning of it through one of his friends. At first she rejected the idea as it didn't really appeal to her, but when Clyde left to join then she became curious. Who was she to overlook once-in-a-lifetime opportunities like this? Noelle's whole career was built on sticking out so she was not shy of the doing something new. Noelle had planned on joining Project HYBRID, serving her duty for a few years, and then ultimately returning to the way things were. Therefore she has put her career on hiatus instead of completely retiring it.

_HEIGHT

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5'6"

_WEIGHT

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153 lbs.

_APPEARANCE

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Contrary to previous expectations Noelle was not turned into a grotesque beast after the seemingly endless experiments and lab tests. Her physique has been altered but for the most part she has remained human. Noelle is tall, more so than the average woman, lithe and athletically built. Her stature edges closer towards the "butch" side of the spectrum but her feminine curves help balance that out. Blonde hair reaching just beneath her shoulder blades, soft brown doe eyes, fair skin. Nothing flashy though the little snub nose and freckles tend to get people to lower their guard around her.

Upon closer inspection is where you'll begin to notice Maximation's alterations, the direct result of playing god and splicing foreign DNA with her own. Along the bottom half of her nasolabial folds she has several thin, 3-4 inches long, translucent whiskers sticking out of her face. The ridge underneath her nose where the skin is supposed to connect, there is instead a slit not unlike a dog's nose. She has lengthened canine teeth -though they don't stick out when she closes her mouth- and her tongue is longer than normal, making things like poking her nose with it a simple task. Her ears completely mirror that of her animal's and there's even a thin layer of soft fur covering them (she tends to cover these by letting her hair down). She also has claws though they are retractable and often hidden. If one chose to look close enough, you could see the small vertical marks on her fingertips where the black talons are usually sheathed within. Furthermore Noelle dons black stripes on her back, beginning from her neck and spanning all the way down to her lower torso. One last new addition caused from the alterations is her vocal cords. Noelle can make any noise a Thylacine can make.

If she's not dressed in something for work or training purposes, then she's often seen donning long sleeves and a simple pair of pants. Turtlenecks and Henley shirts tend to be her favorite. If she's feeling particularly serene then the might throw on some harem pants and a loose robe with the hood pulled up for no particular reason other than it feels nice.

_{POSITIVE TRAITS}

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• Intrepid; Noelle doesn't scare easily but if push comes to shove, she's more likely to fight than flee. This is a direct cause by her terminal cancer, which has begun to spread to parts of her amygdalae. She is nearly completely fearless and the healthy sense of caution towards danger is gradually waning as time passes. There are times when the now-unfamiliar feeling of dread take over her but when that happens she really doesn't know what to do with herself and may simply wait until it passes.
• Focused; When Noelle sets her mind to something, she makes sure to get the job done. Not just for the sake of her reputation but rather for the sake of her own sanity. It's almost compulsive, she cannot stand doing anything half-assed or leaving tasks incomplete. Empty promises do not exist. Noelle's also meticulous with her work and takes pride in the ability to persevere even when motivation is lacking. Challenges aren't something she deliberately seeks out to test herself against but she doesn't shy away from them either.
• Versatile; On a scale spanning from 'creature of habit' to 'capricious', Noelle lies right in the middle of that line. She doesn't mind repetition nor does the idea of constant change upset her. To put it simply, Noelle's as adaptable as she is flexible. Both her body and her mind are more than capable of morphing to suit established requirements.

_{NEGATIVE TRAITS}

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• Vitriolic; The extra boosts in testosterone from her animal counterpart may be useful when it comes to brawl but it turns making new friends into a whole new challenge. While in humans, an increase of the male hormone tends to have mixed results, in the animal kingdom it usually leads to aggression and unfortunately Noelle has picked up this curse. It's not like she goes looking to start an argument but it is easy to piss her off. If it's not sarcasm then it's often an abrasive quip, often spat out without much thought. This was very uncharacteristic of Noelle until recently so tries hard to counter this, often resorting to simply keeping quiet. However, if unsuspecting victim of her desultory spite chooses to add fuel to the fire then she'll occasionally finish what she started. Noelle isn't afraid of a fight.
• Winsome; While the attribute itself is not a harmful one, Noelle has sharpened it into a tool purely for self-benefiting purposes. It took time and patience to master the art of charm but with a little bit of help from Maximation's staff Noelle has effectively polished herself to become quite the femme fatale. Sex appeal is a weapon she would use unabashed to her advantage and she has practiced this many times during her training. Even for unimportant things, if she wants it then there's a chance she'll try her luck through this method.
• Indecisive; Noelle hates having to make decisions because she takes so long at picking one. Her problem is that she tries too hard to find all the possible outcomes but ends up overthinking it and sometimes even fabricates impossible consequences, burying them under the pretense of 'worst case scenarios' without even realizing what she's done. She's tried flipping a coin but that doesn't seem to help and she goes right back to fussing over it before eventually coming to a conclusion.

_QUIRKS

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• Noelle enjoys listening to things. Random things, most with absolutely no real significance at all. If it's not music then it's background ambiance. The squeak of leather friction, rustling leaves, a clicking pen, running water. So long as it's not obnoxiously loud or annoying then Noelle will shamelessly enjoy it while she can. Sometimes she gets carried away and ends up in a trance-like state, spacing out as she indulges herself.
• Being a dancer has its perks, contortion being one. It was a game that turned into a habit and now Noelle has an odd tendency to sit in unusual positions of she's not worried about trying to appear ladylike. If she's reading a book or watching TV she'll often end up on the couch sprawled on her stomach with her knees bent and toes nearly brushing her shoulders. Sometimes she'll do yoga just to pass the time. She likes to sit backwards on chairs and revels in the feel of her muscles and tendons stretching. Also, it's not uncommon to find Noelle tip-toeing around on just the balls of her feet.
• She's an adult thumb-sucker. Period. The habit's about as old as her love of dance and was something she never grew out of, despite it being something no one expects to see anywhere but in children. The only time Noelle does it, however, is when she's off to bed and cannot fall asleep otherwise no matter how hard she tries. It's not exactly a secret but it's not something she's proud of either and she doesn't like to talk about it.

_ANIMAL

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Scientific name Thylacinus cynocephalus, AKA the Tasmanian Wolf or the Tasmanian Tiger. Ironically it is neither a canine nor feline -it's a marsupial.

_POWERS

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• Enhanced Senses; Sights, smell, taste, touch, hearing, balance, and direction. They're all sharpened to surpass even the competence of mankind's record holders. Noelle doesn't have night vision but can see vague shapes and gauge the distance of objects in near-absolute darkness.
• Stamina; She is practically tireless. While he Thylacine was an ambush predator, it has also been known to run down its prey until the victim merely collapsed from exhaustion, much like wolves and past human hunters. Noelle can keep up with a vigorous workout for ridiculous periods of time and also functions on minimal sleep.
• Climbing; Almost sounds like a joke but Noelle's pretty damn great at it. She can scale steep slopes, trees, even buildings with nothing more than cracks in the wall and the occasional window sill to keep her from falling to her demise.
• Iron Stomach; A real use for this odd talent has yet to be discovered although it is pretty convenient. Noelle can literally digest anything that's even remotely edible, without the fear of consequence. Raw meat, spoiled food, road kill, cattle fodder, grass, insects, etc...

_WEAKNESSES

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• Cold; In general she's just always found cooler weather to be rather distasteful but now that she's been infused with the abilities of an animal that thrived in warmer climates, she finds anything less than 'room temperature' numbers to be insufferable. Being exposed to something as little as a simple breeze sends her into a shivering frenzy and if left exposed to the cold for extended periods of time then she succumbs to the symptoms of Hypothermia much faster than a normal human.
• Overstimulated Metabolism; Noelle has a voracious appetite and is constantly seen munching on a snack in order to fuel herself. On the bright side it would be very difficult for her to get out of shape but on the downside, she can actually starve to death in a matter of days whereas it would take a normal person weeks to succumb to that.
• Kryptonite; Yes, seriously. Noelle has her very own hamartia which was quickly discovered the hard way after Maximation's tests. It's gold. Touching the stuff hurts and gets her extremely fatigued, while being within reach of the pure metal causes symptoms similar to an allergic reaction. Noelle perpetuates the ongoing joke that she's a "classy vampire" and actually finds the predicament a bit amusing.

_{CARCINOGENIC QUALITIES}

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• Absence Seizures
• Fainting Spells
• Memory Loss
• Chronic Pain
• Paresthesia
• Blurry or Double Vision
• Muscle Tremors

They say that the human brain's full potential has yet to be unlocked. The 10% claim is a myth of course, we use the entirety of our brain but merely in parts. Never all at once. However we've seen examples those rare times when each segment of this sensitive organ is simultaneously put to use; mothers suddenly performing impossible tasks for the sake of protecting their children, so called "dad reflexes", people who've survived Mother Nature's tests like fighting of an apex predator bare hands or somehow finding their way home after becoming lost despite being exposed to the elements. Noelle's tests weren't meant to give her new abilities, rather, they were intended to unlock these inhuman abilities of the human mind. Thus most of the poking and prodding and artificial chemicals forced into her body were focused on altering her neurosystem via the cerebellum.

Meningioma and Schwannoma. Noelle has malignant tumors growing along her nerves and up her spine towards the base of her skull.

_{SURVIVAL RATE}

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Noelle has just entered the Stage II process of her cancer. She has a 79% chance of living past the next 3 years but once that deadline passes her chances drastically decrease.

_FEARS

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None. Due to the brain damage caused by the serum's side effects, Noelle is rarely frightened by anything anymore and her natural sense of fear has dampened immensely in the past few weeks. She's aware that there are certain things which should be scary but she simply cannot feel that anymore. Disgust and concern are about as close as she can get to the sensation but obviously it's not the same.

_{WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE?}

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Noelle wants something she was never allowed to have before -a pet. Anything, just something she can watch over and care for and in return receive its unconditional love. A baby's out of the question since she hasn't found anyone to settle down with and her remaining lifespan is now incredibly limited but the idea of having something to love like that has always been stuck with her. As a child her parents always rejected the idea of allowing an animal in the house and when she got older she was either too broke or too busy to own a pet. Now that she's living day by day with no real long term plans for her future, Noelle's seriously considering the idea of getting herself something.

_HISTORY

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The very beginning of Noelle's life remains a mystery, her background reduced to nothing but words without real sentimental value in the form of confidential documents hidden away in some file cabinets or perhaps buried deep within some old computer's saved records. Noelle and her older brother Clyde are not biologically related but they are family. Both were adopted as infants and were raised by two dads, who were unable to naturally conceive for obvious reasons. After that almost everything in the sibling's lives was captured by the camera her parents always carried around before finally being sealed into one of the many photo albums hanging around the house. Noelle and Clyde were raised in the suburbs, growing up in a quiet neighborhood void of any drama of crime or such. While the two were nothing alike they were thick as thieves and always did everything together. Clyde was a bit of a wild child while Noelle was more interested in typical girly things but they made sure to make time to pay attention to each other's hobbies.

Noelle first discovered her love of dance at just three years old. Her parents had been watching the national Olympics games on TV when she first caught sight of the moving forms on the machine's screen. What had first started as a summer activity soon turned into a idolized hobby that the young girl took very seriously.

{Pft, look at me being a lazy bum. I should be ashamed. Whoops.}

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sɪᴛ ᴄ. ɴᴏᴠɪᴛɪᴏᴜs

● ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Sit Classic Novitious
● ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: Solo [her official alias]
● ᴀɢᴇ: 25
● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female

● ʀᴀɴᴋ: Chief Merchant
● sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Chró̱ma [Greek for ‘color’]. Distinguishable by their unusual hair and/or eye colors. Also, their eyes glow brightly in the dark and change color based on emotion. Links 1, 2, 3.

··ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴘcᴀᴋᴇ ɪs sᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛ ɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ. ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ᴛʜɪɴɢ.·· [ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs]

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Ever heard of a Cuttlefish? They’re these tiny little sea creatures distantly related to squids and octopuses; as the name connotes, they’re fairly cute. Only problem is, touch it and it you’re dead. Charming but fatal, a rose is never without its thorns. Sit often comes off as fun, laid back, and fairly pleasing or amusing to hang around with. She’ll drink, she’ll party, and she has no problem getting into trouble just for the fun it. Her petite stature often adds to the illusion that she’s harmless. But Sit has a short and nasty temper. She’s loud and almost always the last one to quiet down. She’s also the type to ‘dig her own grave’ with the way she words things and would likely get herself killed by the way she talks. Unfortunately Sit’s cursing is the last thing you have to worry about. Despite her problematic behavior, Sit is amazingly loyal and stands up for everything she believes in. She’s also a great fighter and often says that if she were to die now, it would be in a blaze of glory. Sit is also amusedly aware that with this lifestyle, it’s likely she won’t live long enough to ever reach retirement.

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: To start off, yes, Sit Classic are her legal given names. Why? That’s something even she can’t answer. Sit was born the youngest -and only female- of 4 on one of the wealthiest planets in the Milky Way. She was a spoiled child and could have whatever she asked for; a new pet, the latest electronic, anything, all she had to do was ask. But Sit was never happy and discovered at an early age that she enjoyed stepping out of line. Where she grew up, it was fairly peaceful and almost everyone obeyed the law. Sit was simply bothered by that and was always looking for a new way to entertain herself. Somehow in ways she can’t even remember, Sit stumbled upon Reemus and ‘Bob’ when she was just 13. It took effort, but the spunky teen managed to prove herself and she has been with this crew since. Though it appears to most she simply ran away from home, she still cares for her family and occasionally makes random excuses to go back so she could visit.

● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: She always carries a weapon on her and couldn’t be caught dead empty-handed.
● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: As mentioned earlier, Sit has a petite stature. Sit’s 5’1” tall and weighs 125 lbs, but call her short -or anything even remotely similar to ‘fun size’- and she’ll make sure you live to regret it. She has navy hair with a tint of grey to them and dark, olive-brown eyes which also contain some grey in them (this is her natural and neutral eye color). Other than her ears, Sit has no piercings but does have a ＴＡＴＴＯＯ on her left forearm.

[puddingpunter]

_{Ｎｉｎｊａｓ ＆ Ｓａｍｕｒａｉｓ || Ｍａｌｅ}

ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ ʜᴏᴛᴀʀᴜ

⋗ ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Daichi Hotaru [known as one of the two notorious rōnin brothers, Kyō]
⋗ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Male
⋗ ᴀɢᴇ﹕ 29



⋗ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕ Loyalty, tenacity, and brutality; those are the three rules Daichi has always stood by.

⋗ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕ Born in a destitute



⋗ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ﹙s﹚﹕ Two nodachi swords which he keeps tied securely to his belt.
⋗ sᴋɪʟʟs﹕ Master in “iai”. But his rare skillset was not achieved without its consequences for the entirety of his body is streaked with marring scars, the most prominent of the collection being the stigmas across his face.



⋗ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ﹕
⋗ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕



Ｄｉｓｃｌａｉｍｅｒ！
None of the images used in the creation of this character belong to me. Sources for said photos can be found at the following links:
yukinaenae on tumblr.com
june2734 on tumblr.com

[puddingpunter]

_{Ｎｉｎｊａｓ ＆ Ｓａｍｕｒａｉｓ || Ｆｅｍａｌｅ}

ᴀᴍᴀʏᴀ ʜᴏᴛᴀʀᴜ

⋗ ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Amaya Hotaru [known as one of the two notorious rōnin brothers, Kōen]
⋗ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Female
⋗ ᴀɢᴇ﹕ 24



⋗ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕ Amaya, the dignified lady hidden away behind the façade of her alias. In order to receive the respect she feels she deserves, Amaya cross-dresses as a man with Daichi being the only living human who knows her true identity. Although she’d really rather much not, she had no problem embracing her more masculine side –she’s always been a bit of a tomboy anyways- and occasionally turns to her brother when unsure of how to react in certain situations. Funnily enough, Amaya has no experience with men romantically-wise and becomes very awkward and shy when the flirting starts. Besides her so called taboo lifestyle, there’s a lot more to Amaya that most don’t understand about her. While both siblings are searching for ‘a certain someone’, each has their own distinct method of pursuing this goal. Amaya is determined, stubborn, and quite feisty when it comes to getting what she wants and often gets uncharacteristically aggressive when she gets frustrated. However, unlike her brother, she really dislikes killing and if the need arises, makes sure to do so swiftly and as painlessly as possibly. That’s why she’s known as Kōen (translates into ‘auspice’), the merciful one of the two brothers.

⋗ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕ Becoming a samurai was never easy for her -emotionally, mentally, and physically. Ever since her big brother started training, Amaya always wanted to be a one. She was constantly teased for wanting to do something so boyish but Amaya wasn’t so easily deterred. It required a lot of begging and favors but after winning her brother’s favor, managed to start training under him in secret before finally being accepted as a pupil by Daichi’s teacher. Amaya decided to start putting her skills to use and wanted to work alongside the Shinsengumi. However, considering the androcentric country she lived in, she was never accepted. Amaya started presenting herself as a man then -deepening her voice, changing her hairstyle and demeanor, as well as dressing in male garments. Shortly afterwards following a series of unfortunate incidents, she and Daichi set out on their ongoing journey, searching themselves a reputation and a bounty on their heads.



⋗ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ﹙s﹚﹕ A katana, carried in the traditional manner at her hip, and a hamidashi hidden in a pouch on her lower back.
⋗ sᴋɪʟʟs﹕ She’s only been taught how to wield the katana and is very good at it, so her hamidashi is stashed away for emergencies only. Her strength lies not in power nor speed, but in her high energy levels and seemingly undying stamina.



⋗ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ﹕ She owns a black tomcat named Chirin. Though the feline isn’t necessarily special he’s useful for delivering messages.

⋗ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ With a sturdy body and only minor feminine curves, it’s not too hard to see why she’s able to pass as the opposite gender so easily. She’s small but hardy with fair skin, dark hair, and glowing blood-red eyes and occasionally shine magenta if the lighting’s right. To aid with her disguise, Amaya has cut her hair into messy layers and occasionally wears a mask to cover the lower half of her face. The following is how she’d look without all her alterations.



Ｄｉｓｃｌａｉｍｅｒ！
None of the images used in the creation of this character belong to me. Sources for said photos can be found at the following links:
kunoichi-san on deviantart.com
azy0 on deviantart.com
heehyukjaee on tumblr.com

[puddingpunter]

_{Ｓｈａｐｅｓｈｉｆｔｅｒｓ || Ｍａｌｅ}

ᴀʀɢᴏ ʙᴇᴏᴡᴜʟғ

_{» ᴀʀɢᴏ ʙᴇᴏᴡᴜʟғ «
» ᴍᴀʟᴇ // ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ﹣sᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ «
» ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴛ. ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ (₁₈₀ ᴄᴇɴᴛɪᴍᴇᴛᴇʀs) || ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʏ﹣ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʟʙs. (₈₃ ᴋɪʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍs) «
» ᴍᴀʜᴏɢᴀɴʏ ʜᴀɪʀ (ᴡɪᴛʜ sʟɪɢʜᴛ ɢʀᴀʏɪɴɢ) // ᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs «
» ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ «}

ʙᴀᴜs ʙᴇᴏᴡᴜʟғ

ʟ ᴏ ʀ ᴅ ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ɴ ᴅ	⌜baus beowulf⌟ ⌜forty-three y.o.⌟ ⌜cis-gendered male, bisexual⌟ ⌜seventh generation blood-born werewolf⌟ ⌜greying black hair, umber eyes⌟ ⌜six ft. zero in., one hundred and ninety-four lbs.⌟ ⌜to be succeeded by his son, kalon⌟

<sub>⊱ Born the last of four sons in his family and with no chance at becoming alpha, Baus abandoned his pack at a young age to carve out a new life for himself. He completely severed all ties from his home and instead opted to live life as a "normal" human. With only the clothes on his back, he had to start from scratch. It took years of blood, sweat, and tears before Baus was able receive any sort of bare minimum recognition to his name, being that he lacked any royal lineage. He eventually seized position as feudal lord by pledging his loyalty to the country's king and then further secured it by marrying the daughter of a foreign noble at the king's request. Her name was Darcy. It was a loveless marriage but the couple dutifully performed their duties and bore a healthy son. After that there seemed to be no further attempts at continuing the family bloodline. Several years back, Darcy passed; officially she was publicly mourned to have succumbed to a mysterious illness however the details appear to be deliberately withheld from prying eyes. Baus has moved on but Kalon continues to grieve.

⊱ Silent, observant, blasé- Baus is rather introverted for someone in his position but he is far from a pushover. He carries a known distaste for violence and tends to use it as a last resort however he isn't adverse to it. Having previously served as a knight, Baus is fluent in the art of combat. He considers submission failure and is highly passionate about the goals he sets for himself. This combination is the result of his pragmatic and realistic lifestyle, both qualities playing key roles in landing him where he is today. He is by no means a religious man but he lives faithfully by the motto exitus acta probat, meaning "the end justifies the means". He will feed the hungry, reward the deserving, and mercilessly punish the sinners. Despite the cold air Lord Baus radiates he is a loving father and has always tried his best to see Kalon happy. Baus does not spoil his son and relies heavily on "teach by example" parenting.</sub>

⌜born son of rohan beowulf⌟ ⌜former member of the atram pack⌟ ⌜currently rogue⌟ ⌜used to be an omega due to family heirarchy⌟ ⌜predominantly grey with segments of brown and black⌟ ⌜grizzled face from age and stress⌟ ⌜bears the mark of a traitor on his throat, a large scar⌟	s ʜ ᴀ ᴅ ᴏ ᴡ ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ s ᴏ ᴜ ᴛ ʜ

ʙᴀᴜs ʙᴇᴏᴡᴜʟғ {ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴡᴏʟғ}

“ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅɪᴇs ɪɴ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ sᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ.”
﹣ᴋ.ʟ. ᴛᴏᴛʜ

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⊱ Age: 666
⊱ Gender: Male
⊱ Faction: The Hierarchy

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Canis Lupus Abyssus AKA Demon Wolf

{imagine something of a cross between Fenrir, Cerberus, Orthrus, the Black Shuck, and the Hellhound}

While being its own entirely different species, the Demon Wolf was the inspiration from which came stories of the mythical canines of hell and is also the reason behind man's irrational repulsion towards wolves. However, it does share some physical characteristics with the legendary dogs: it has the appearance of a wolf though stands about as large as a Polar Bear, it's covered with thick black fur, its irises can vary between red, white, or black, it has retractable claws, and it wields three heads. No, its body isn't on fire. No, they can't breathe fire. No, they aren't the underworld's guardians. And no, they aren't the catalysts for the apocalypse. It is literally just an unusual looking animal with no special powers whatsoever, thus meaning this it isn't immortal or indestructible either. While like most solitary beasts, Demon Wolves only wished to be left alone, it wasn't long before human ignorance turned to fear and fear turned to hate. With such an intimidating appearance and existing in such scarce numbers, its almost no wonder why they're treated the way they are. Some other rumors surrounding the beasts include the belief that they are the guardians to the Paradise on Earth, or that they are hiding the Elixir.

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⊱ Personality: If Baus was to be described in three words, they would be: composed, passionate, and deadly. While having been desensitized to the world's cruelty, that doesn't dull his ability to be able to empathize with others. Baus despises violence but being passive isn't his thing; actually, for someone who's against the use of aggressive tactics, he resorts to it quite often and is a rather skilled fighter. He even has a long history of killing both shifters and humans (though he doesn't take pleasure from such brutality). Furthermore, while Baus is a lone wolf in all aspects -both literally and figuratively- he does enjoy occasionally being accompanied by others so long as said companion isn't too irritating. He has a low tolerance and even shorter patience. In addition to all this, Baus is known for standing his ground no matter the situation. He may be the type to rely heavily on body language when communicating -on that note, he's quite keen at reading others too since he's very in touch with his primal side- but he always speaks his mind, even if outnumbered, and has a knack for starting arguments with his blunt honesty. This is usually because of how pragmatic and seemingly heartless he is. Last but not least; he is extremely driven. Submission or failure are not something he is familiar with at all and therefore always does his best in everything he sets his mind to. Baus believes that it's because of this that he has managed to survive for so long.

⊱ Sexuality: Demiromantic Grey-Asexual/Sapiosexual
⊱ Likes: winter // silence // solitude // thrill of a hunt // scent of petrichor
⊱ Dislikes: circuses & zoos // most humans, but with a few exceptions // any sort of hunting dog // loud noises
⊱ Weapons: Baus carries around a small pistol and switchblade, but rarely goes beyond close combat.

⊱ Biography: The Great Famine, The Black Death, The Hundred Years' War, the Salem Witch Trials, both World Wars, the rise and fall of countless empires, the mass extinction of who-knew-how-many animal species because of mankind; Baus had lived through them all and yet nothing prepared him for this. While his exact origins remain unknown since it's too far back for him to remember, Baus was born into a nomadic family and has been traveling the world for the past six and a half centuries. He has been on his own for the majority of that span and is very capable of fending for himself in either form, plus can currently speak over a dozen languages fluently. In addition to that, Baus has learnt to live alongside humans undetected although he'd much rather stay away from them; twice he'd even taken it upon himself to live in total isolation and hid among the forests as a sort of hiatus. The first time was for eleven consecutive years after a certain incident which sparked the creation of Red Riding Hood's story, then again for another seven years shortly following the end of WWII. With all that's happening recently, Baus stands in a neutral position, supporting neither side and yet standing up for those unable to defend themselves. That's why he's a member of The Hierarchy, although he is notorious for insubordination. Up to this day Baus has yet to find any other of his kind -he hasn't seen or heard from his family in years- but the possibility of him being the last Daemon Wolf isn't as depressing to him as some might believe it to be.

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ʙᴀᴜs ʙᴇᴏᴡᴜʟғ {ʟʏᴄᴀɴ}

_{» ʙᴀᴜs ʙᴇᴏᴡᴜʟғ «
» ᴍᴀʟᴇ // ғᴏʀᴛʏ﹣ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ «
» sɪx ғᴛ. ᴢᴇʀᴏ ɪɴ. (₁₈₃ ᴄᴇɴᴛɪᴍᴇᴛᴇʀs) // ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ɴɪɴᴇᴛʏ﹣ғᴏᴜʀ ʟʙs. (₈₈ ᴋɪʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍs) «
» ɢʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ʜᴀɪʀ // ᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs «
» ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛʀᴀᴍ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ «
» ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ﹕ ᴊᴏ́ʜᴀɴɴ ᴊᴏ́ʜᴀɴɴssᴏɴ ﹣ ᴀʟᴇᴊᴀɴᴅʀᴏ·s sᴏɴɢ «}

» ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ «

ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ sᴏɴs sɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ﹐ ʙᴀᴜs ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ. ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛʀᴀᴍ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ɴᴏᴡ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴛᴛᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴜs ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀ ·ʀᴜɴᴛ·﹐ғᴏʀ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇʀᴍ﹐ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴏᴡɴɢʀᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ʙʏ ᴅᴇғᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ. ʏᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴀɪʟᴇᴅ... ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏsᴛ. ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ﹐sᴡᴇᴀᴛ﹐ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀs (ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ) ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴀᴜs ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇғʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅs ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʀᴘᴀss ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ·s ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟᴅᴇsᴛ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜɪs ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪʙʟɪɴɢ ɪs ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ᴇxɪʟᴇ ﹣ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛs ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣ᴘʟᴜs ʏᴇᴀʀs﹐ʙᴀᴜs ʜᴀs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀs ғᴀʀ ᴀs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀᴛᴇs﹐ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ʜɪs ʀᴀɴᴋ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴀᴜs ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇs ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴘᴀᴄᴋ﹐ʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ﹣ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪʀᴍʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ··ᴇxɪᴛᴜs ᴀᴄᴛᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀᴛ ﹣ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅs ᴊᴜsᴛɪғʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴs.··

ʙʀᴜᴛᴜs ʜᴇʀᴠᴇᴀᴜx

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ғᴀᴄᴇʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ᴊᴇɴsᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴋʟᴇs</sub>

ᴅᴏʏʟᴇ ʀ. sɪʟᴠɪᴜs {ʟʏᴄᴀɴ}

_{» ᴅᴏʏʟᴇ ʀᴏᴜx sɪʟᴠɪᴜs «
» ᴍᴀʟᴇ // ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ «
» ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴛ. sɪx. (₁₆₈ ᴄᴍ.) // ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ғɪғᴛʏ﹣ғɪᴠᴇ ʟʙs. (₇₀ ᴋɪʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍs) «
» ɢʀᴀʏ﹣ʙʟᴏɴᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ // ᴄᴏɢɴᴀᴄ﹣ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ «
» ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ // ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴘᴀᴄᴋ «
» ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ﹕ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴs ﹣ ɪ ʀᴀɴ «}

_{··ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ᴀɴ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ·s ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ﹐ ᴀ ʟᴏsᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴀɪʟ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋs ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇ; ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏsɪᴛᴛᴇʀs﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀs ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴇ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ. ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ﹐ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴜs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʀᴀsʜ.··}

ᴘɪᴘᴘɪɴ ɴɪᴛғᴏʟʟᴀʀs

<sub>ᴘɪᴘᴘɪɴ ɴɪᴛғᴏʟʟᴀʀs
··ᴘɪᴘsϙᴜᴇᴀᴋ··
ᴍᴀʟᴇ || ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ
ᴛɪᴍʙᴇʀ ʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʟғ ﹙ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏʏᴏᴛᴇ﹚


ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ʟᴇʀᴍᴀɴ</sub>

[puddingpunter]

_{Ｓｈａｐｅｓｈｉｆｔｅｒｓ || Ｆｅｍａｌｅ}

ᴀʀᴀᴅɪᴀ ʜᴇʀᴠᴇᴀᴜx

“sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴs ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ.”
﹣ғʀɪᴇᴅʀɪᴄʜ ɴɪᴇᴛᴢsᴄʜᴇ

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⊱ Age: 23
⊱ Gender: Female
⊱ Faction: Humans {civilian pet}

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Panthera Tigris Altaica AKA Siberian Tiger

There's nothing unique about the species when considering that it's just a 'normal' animal, especially if compared to other supernatural beasts. With bears being the the only non-mythical land predators to outrank it, the Siberian Tiger is currently the largest feline in existence. Several of it's predecessors, including a subspecies larger than itself and another that was the world's smallest subspecies of tiger ever in existence, have gone extinct within the last hundred years or so. But, while the Siberian Tiger is considered a recherché luxury, it can be attained if someone would be willing to pay the price.

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⊱ Personality: Despite appearances, Aradia behaves just as a pampered domestic house cat would. She's graceful, quiet, delicate, and remarkably gentle when playing. She's also particularly strict with her self-grooming schedule although, that doesn't mean she won't enjoy a good roll in the dirt every so often. While Aradia is technically a natural born predator, she behaves far from what's expected of her. Aradia is curious and loves exploring, but she get's startled very easily and it's not uncommon to find her lurking around the house or hiding under furniture when guests come over. Put simply, she's all snarls but no bite. Yet shy as she may be Aradia loves being the center of people's attention once she gets comfortable with them. Even now she'd melt right under your hand if stroked. Another notable characteristic Aradia displays is her constant usage of vocals when in bestial form. While many animals, both shifter and not, commonly use body language as a form of communication, Aradia has learnt by now that most humans are oblivious to the signals and the few who notice regularly misinterpret them. Consequently, she counts on sounds to get the message across and if that doesn't work, then she'll resort to overstated movements and gestures.

⊱ Sexuality: Panromantic Heterosexual
⊱ Likes: baby powder // bubble baths // sun basking // outdoor activities // sticking her head out the window during car rides
⊱ Dislikes: canines // most other shifters // cages or small rooms // the sound of a vacuum cleaner // fires or the stench of smoke
⊱ Weapons: None but her own teeth and claws.

⊱ Biography: Born in the possession of a shifter breeder, Aradia and her brother Brutus were sold to a wealthy family when they were only one week old. Though initially purchased to add to the family's menagerie and flaunt their socioeconomic status, the Herveauxs soon fell in love with the cubs and even went as far as to raise them alongside their own children. They were pets but treated as members of the family; Aradia and her brother eventually realized this as they matured but didn't have a problem with it. Life was perfect for the most part; both were home schooled, had everything provided for, and were basically free to do as they pleased. Aradia naively believed such a paradise would last forever. But it wouldn't. News of the war finally reached her home about three years back and things started to get complicated. Although Aradia knew where her loyalty lay, Brutus wanted more; he wanted to be free. Then one night, about several weeks later, there was a home invasion. No matter how hard she tries Aradia can't recall what happened but by the end of it, her brother had disappeared and the house was burned to the ground. Aradia still lives with her family but in the recent months, she's begun to feel conflicting emotions regarding her alliances.

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ᴄʜʟᴏᴇ̈ ᴍᴏʀʀɪsᴏɴ

<sub>❝ L A D I E S D O N ' T S T A R T F I G H T S , B U T T H E Y C A N F I N I S H T H E M ． ❞
C H L O Ë M O R R I S O N | | T W E N T Y - E I G H T


ғᴀᴄᴇʟᴀɪᴍ﹕sᴄᴀʀʟᴇᴛᴛ sɪᴍᴏɴᴇɪᴛ</sub>

ɴᴏᴠᴀ ᴍ. ᴇɴғʏs

_{» ɴᴏᴠᴀ ᴍᴀᴠᴇ ᴇɴғʏs «
» ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ // ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣ғᴏᴜʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ «
» ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴛ. ғɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ. (₁₆₅ ᴄᴍ.) // ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ﹣ᴏɴᴇ ʟʙs. (₅₉ ᴋɪʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍs) «
» sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs // ɢʀᴇʏ﹣ᴅʏᴇᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ {ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ} // sᴏғᴛ ᴘᴀʟᴇ sᴋɪɴ «
» ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟғ // ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ {ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀʟʏ ᴀɴ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛʀᴀᴍ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ} «}

[puddingpunter]

_{Ｓｕｐｅｒｈｕｍａｎｓ || Ｍａｌｅ}

ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴇs ɴᴇʀᴏ {ʜᴏᴡʀsᴇ}

· ɴᴀᴍᴇ · Charles "Charlie" Nero
· ᴀʟɪᴀs · N/A
· ᴀɢᴇ · 13
· ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ · Male



· ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ · High School Freshman
· ᴍᴏʀᴀʟ ᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ · Chaotic Good || True Neutral
· sᴛᴀᴛᴜs · Hero; In Training
· ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ﹖ · No
· ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ(s) · Electricity Conduction & Explosion Inception



· ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢs · Think Up Anger - Apollo || All Things Good - Get Up
· ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ · owns a red European Doberman Pinscher named Junky || trained by Batman and Doctor Fate || enjoys fire dancing, which he practices with Sebastian



· ʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ ·

{Refer to Sebastian} Ironic how life works; it's all so unpredictable and so complicated. While his older siblings had worked so hard to give Charlie something they never had, it all backfired and his mental state was left off worse than it probably would have been if he'd just stayed with his parents. He was young at the time and never directly witnessed his sister's death, but the incident had left its scarring impression in him. Although still as jaunty as can be, Charlie matured as quickly as Sebastian and Calypso had been forced to, and can often come off as more serious than most would expect from a boy of his age. It took a while for Charlie to finally accept that his sister was gone forever -even though he forgave the perpetrator literally minutes afterwards- but what's done is done. He never really did manage to put it past him but Charlie continued on with life anyways. What else could he do? He is currently undergoing training from multiple mentors while simultaneously balancing out school responsibilities.



· ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ · "ᴮᵉ ʰᵘᵐᵇˡᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰˑ ᴮᵉ ᶰᵒᵇˡᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃʳˢˑ"

sandy brown hair || sea-foam green eyes || lanky but fit || 5'2" || has yet to attain any 'battle scars'

[spoiler][/spoiler]


◤ʀᴇsᴏᴜʀᴄᴇs◢ One || Two || Three
◤ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ◢ Levi Zane Miller

мишка жолнерович

Age:

29

Gender & Sex:

Cis Male

Sexual Orientation:

Bi

Romantic Orientation:

Demi-Bi

Ethnicity:

Caucasian; Russian

Nationality:

English; London

Physical Description:

ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ 6'1" (185 cm) and 200 lbs (91 kg). Contrary to the stereotypes, Mishka displays the dark combination of black hair, brown eyes, and fairly tanned skin -as do most of his siblings. His only other notable natural features are the sprinkle of freckles running over his nose and cheeks. While he usually dons casual attire, it's not uncommon for him to be seen wearing what some stereo-typically refer to as punk or gothic clothing. His getup includes a nose piercing, ear gauges, multiple over-sized rings, and several tattoos with either minimal or nonexistent purpose behind them.
ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅs Many years back after an especially out-of-control dispute which earned him his nickname, Mishka was left with irreparable damage and now suffers spontaneous migraines. Most are easier to deal with since he's gotten used to these unwanted visitors but every so often he'll end up suffering one severe enough to leave him incapacitated and with bleeding nostrils. This same incident led him to develop a mild case of nocturnal lagophthalmos so on those days where he just can't seem to pull himself together, it's probably because he couldn't get any decent sleep.

Skillset:

ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ʙᴀʙᴇʟ A far cry from divine omnilingualism, but enough to prove useful. Mishka's fluent in English, all 3 East-Slavic tongues, Dutch, and Danish. He can also adopt and/or drop accents where appropriate but he's only familiar with .
ᴀɪᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ Being raised in a rough neighborhood does have its perks. At a young age Mishka discovered what it means to take a hit after being bullied repeatedly for a multitude of pointless reasons. Boys will be boys right? But enough was enough; having no one to turn to for help, Mishka taught himself how to properly throw a fist with maximum efficiency (he was always that scrawny new kid so bitch slaps certainly wouldn't do him any good) and to spot the weak points. Cheap Shots became life savers and anything from pencils to handkerchiefs became weapons capable of exerting surprising damage.
ᴄᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴜsᴇ Part of knowing the dos and don'ts of fighting comprises understanding yourself and acknowledging imminent defeat once you've bitten off more than you can chew.
ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs It's not often when Mishka runs into someone he considers threatening enough to have to be permanently dealt with. So on the off-chance that he does, he makes sure to cover his tracks. He's the guy who can make it look like an accident or even have corpses completely disappear upon request. However, he is not the person you call to get rid of a problem, as murder is only something he commits for the sake of self-defense. He's just the guy you call to clean up afterwards. Think of Mike from Breaking Bad or Charlie and his crew from John Wick.
sɪᴄᴋ ʜɪᴍ
ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ғᴀʟʟ

Biography:

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛɪᴇs Errol, 28 (cousin); Rufina, 27 (sister); Svetlana, 25 (sister); Esfir, 23 (sister); Lubov, 21 (sister); Jagienka, 19 (sister); Faddey, 19 (brother)

Psychological Profile:

ESTJ personality type
› ʀᴇᴄɪᴅɪᴠɪsᴛ ‹
› ғɪᴅɢᴇᴛʏ • ϙᴜɪʀᴋʏ • ᴡᴀʀʏ ‹
› ʙᴇʟʟɪᴄᴏsᴇ • ʀᴇᴄɪᴅɪᴠɪsᴛ • ᴠᴏʟᴀᴛɪʟᴇ ‹
› ᴀʟᴏᴏғ • ғʀᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ || ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʟғ • ʀᴇᴛɪᴄᴇɴᴛ ‹

Powers:

ɪᴄʜᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴅɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Mishka wields the ability to turn any fluid into blood with just a simple touch, but not whatever already naturally belongs in someone's body. Furthermore, he seems to have telekinetic control over the liquids he's changed and is even able to alter the morphed blood to match a specific DNA pattern or blood type.
sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ link

ᴘɪᴘᴘɪɴ ɴɪᴛғᴏʟʟᴀʀs

<sub>ᴘɪᴘᴘɪɴ ɴɪᴛғᴏʟʟᴀʀs
··ᴘɪᴘsϙᴜᴇᴀᴋ··
ᴍᴀʟᴇ || ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ
ғʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ
ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs﹕ ᴋʀʏᴘᴛᴏɴɪᴀɴ ʀᴇsɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ (ᴜɴᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ)
ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴘɪᴘᴘɪɴ ɪsɴ·ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴋʀʏᴘᴛᴏɴɪᴀɴ·s ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ﹙ɪғ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜᴇᴅ﹐ғᴏʀ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ﹐ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ﹚ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀɴ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏғ ᴇxᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴋʀʏᴘᴛᴏɴɪᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ﹣ʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴋʀʏᴘᴛᴏɴɪᴀɴ. ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇ﹐ᴋᴏɴ﹣ᴇʟ.


ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ʟᴇʀᴍᴀɴ</sub>

sᴇʙᴀsᴛɪᴀɴ ɴᴇʀᴏ {ʜᴏᴡʀsᴇ}

· ɴᴀᴍᴇ · Sebastian Nero
· ᴀʟɪᴀs · Erebos
· ᴀɢᴇ · 27
· ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ · Male



· ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ · Plenipotentiary
· ᴍᴏʀᴀʟ ᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ · Neutral Good
· sᴛᴀᴛᴜs · Hero; Dormant (Active During Dire or Large-Scale Crises Only)
· ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ﹖ · No
· ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs · Element (air, earth, fire, water) & Shadow Manipulation



· ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢs · The Rolling Stones - Paint It Black (Ciara remix) || Gary Jules - Mad World
· ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ · Charlie's legal guardian || married & a father-to-be || has yet to forgive Terry



· ʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ ·

Alongside his fraternal twin sister Calypso, Sebastian was born to parents both deeply embedded within the media industry -their father was a journalist and their mother a blogger for multiple news companies. What otherwise should have been a normal childhood was instead replaced with constant relocating, frequent extended stays with friends or nannies while their parents took care of work-related issues, the lack of a balanced household, and practically nonexistent parent-child relationships. Many would agree that the Neros were inappropriately dedicated to their careers. So, having no one else to turn to, the twins grew heavily reliant on each other and became literally inseparable. They were forced to mature early on and as soon as they were able to take care of themselves, they moved out. That's around the time both siblings discovered their abilities; neither ever dared breathed a word of it to anyone until much later after having met Batman.

By the time Charlie was born, Sebastian and Calypso were already full-fledged vigilantes. Both were just barely adults themselves but they quickly realized that unfortunately their parents' lifestyles had not changed since. Hoping to give Charlie a better and more normal nonage than what they had, they decided to fight for full custody over their little brother -and surprisingly won. It seemed everything would be fine then; Charlie had a roof over his head, a stable environment, went to school, and even though both his siblings had to work hard to make ends meet they were alright. But what started off as the beginning of Happily Ever After suddenly crashed and burned when there was an accident which led to Calypso's death. Sebastian was distraught. He tried to put up a tough exterior for the sake of Charlie but behind closed doors he had fallen into an abyss of depression and addiction. Sebastian quit the superhero life and although he was eventually convinced to allow Charlie to continue training under Batman and Doctor Fate, he absolutely refused to allow Charlie to get himself into crime fighting.

Then he met Bianca. She was his polar opposite: delicate, quiet, shy, a bit mediocre compared to the chaos he was used to. Bianca was a dainty little thing but something about her drew him closer. That's when the pieces clicked inside of his head; Sebastian gradually managed to pull himself together and after staying clean for nearly a year, he was able to win over her affections. They've been married for almost 2 years now and unbeknownst to everyone but the young couple, are expecting within the coming months.



· ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ · "ᴬᶰᵃʳᶜʰʸ ᶤˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᶤᵍʰᵉˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵐᵒᶜʳᵃᶜʸˑ"

short sable hair || slate blue eyes || either clean shaven or donning a light beard || athletic build || 6'1"

[spoiler]

[/spoiler]


◤ʀᴇsᴏᴜʀᴄᴇs◢ One || Two || Three
◤ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ◢ Jack Ryan Falahee

[puddingpunter]

_{Ｓｕｐｅｒｈｕｍａｎｓ || Ｆｅｍａｌｅ}

ᴀᴜsᴘɪᴄᴇ

[𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴: 𝙱𝙸𝙾. 𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆/ 𝙲𝚈𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂] [𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂: 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙾𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴] 
[𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙳𝙴: 𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟷 𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟷 𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟷 𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷 𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟷 𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟷]

[𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: "𝚃𝚈𝙶𝙷 𝙻𝙸𝙱𝙾𝙸𝚁𝙾𝙽"] [𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂: 𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙴] [𝚂𝙴𝚇: 𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴] [𝙰𝙶𝙴: 𝙱𝙸𝙾. 𝟻; 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃]

_{‣ ⁝ s ᴘ ᴇ ᴄ ɪ ᴀ ʟ ᴀ ʙ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ᴇ s ⁝}

_{m i m i c r y Capable of morphing to take on corporeal form of humans, humanoids, and animals. Ability activated by physical contact or by ingestion of DNA. Ability is precisely detailed and allows duplication of individual's voice and scent. Super powers possessed by target also acquired. Exercising any any newly attained powers copied from target would engender gross physical stain and pain to asset. When ability is utilized for extended periods of time, asset becomes susceptible to experiencing temporary episodes of dysphoria or disassociation to oneself. Due to unknown causes, iris color remains the same at all times.
b a l a n c e o f p o w e r s Asset capable of enhancing or inhibiting power to cybernetic implants. Can choose to shut off specific parts in order to reroute power to another location if desired or necessary (e.g. disabling gustation in favor of temporary boost to audition). May also numb specifically targeted areas in body by shutting down somatosensory receptors; results in heightened sensation within rest of body.
m i n d o v e r m a t t e r Via combinations of genetic manipulation and manual desensitization asset remains unable to perceive minor or superficial injuries. Pain remains undetected unless dire thus often difficult for asset to detect. Asset trained to pursue mission until complete or asset is no longer capable.
o r g a n i c t r a n s c r i p t i o n filler...}

_{‣ ⁝ ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴇ s ⁝}

_{c o l d Asset unable to retain body heat once temperatures begin to drop below average. Symptoms include but are not limited to; early onset shivering, body tension, fatigue, and decreased heart rate. If neglected for too long, asset enters hypothermic staged within minutes and requires extended recovery periods to compensate for exposure.}

_{‣ ⁝ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ⁝}

_{genetically engineered in Cadmus laboratory || owned by LexCorp}

_{‣ ⁝ ᴍ ɪ ꜱ ᴄ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ᴀ ɴ ᴇ ᴏ ᴜ ꜱ⁝}

_{wears a bluetooth communications device that doubles as a tracker {x} || has a clear speech pattern and tendency to avoid informal language}

_{‣ ⁝ ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ ⁝}

_{red hair || uncanny gold eyes || freckles || symmetrical features
Asset designed to be aesthetically presentable in order to appeal to the general public. Due to lack of natural flaws asset may occasionally unnerve viewers.}

_{references: x}

ʙᴀᴍʙɪ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴜʟ

❖ ɴᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Bambi Dracul
❖ ᴀɢᴇ﹕ 17
❖ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Female
❖ ᴇɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ﹕ Scent, hearing, the 6th sense, and precognition (this only works when she’s dreaming and is never completely accurate).

❖ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕ Bambi is one of those enthusiastic and rambunctious girls, with a spunky temper and a daring attitude to match. She’s a tomboy with a pinch of her inner girlishness, to sum it all up, and not ashamed to admit it. Though Bambi enjoys attention and is often the center of it, she’s ironically more humble than people expect. She doesn’t get offended easily and has a high tolerance, but a short temper. Bambi generally avoids conflict and is very understanding, but get her mad and she’ll make sure to bite. Also, Bambi is a very loyal person and will undoubtedly stand up for whatever she believes in.

❖ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕ Born the only girl of 5 and living in one of the shadier areas of her city, life wasn’t always easy for Bambi. However, she almost always somehow managed to find a way to amuse herself and make the best of everything. Excluding all the war problems, she and her family were fairly well off. Then one day, war fighting expanded towards her hometown. There was an evacuation and Bambi was lost in the chaos. Though she can’t remember anything that happened that night, she thinks that’s when she was taken for the project testing.

❖ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ﹕ N/A
❖ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ With her short, black hair, bright, blue eyes, and curvy figure, Bambi looks much more feminine than what her behavior depicts. She’s small, reaching 5’1” and weighing 100 lbs; but call her tiny and there will be a problem.

··Tɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ·· {Jᴏʜɴ Lᴇɴɴᴏɴ}

ʙɪᴀɴᴄᴀ ғʀᴏsᴛ

-Given Name: Gaia
-Birth Name: Bianca Frost
-Age: 119
-Gender: Female

-Personality: Bianca is like a child, wanting nothing more than love and praise from those around her. She works hard in what she does and enjoys showing off her accomplishments. She has a mild temper and a lot of patience, but that doesn’t mean she’ll let you push her around. She tries to be realistic but tends to lean towards the optimistic view on things. She’s light, sweet, and bubbly. She’s a bit naïve, but not gullible. Also, because of her history, she is used to being the center of attention and basically expects everyone to like her. She is timid and very careful when making decisions, even small ones, but once she comes to a conclusion it’s nearly impossible to change her mind after that. One thing notable about her “Gaia” half is her ability to set aside her own personal wants for the greater good of the people during Council meetings.

-History: Bianca was a single child, and being born into a wealthy home, she was raised will everything she could wish for. How about a new pet? No problem. And what about that new toy that just came out? That was no problem either. All she had to do was open her mouth and ask. But though she was spoiled, she was also raised by firm parents and since they wanted their daughter to be “well rounded” and “perfect”, they taught her many things and hired private tutors to occupy her throughout the day. It started off with simple classes like piano or ballet, but then year after year it became harder for her to keep up with the goals her parents had set. Bianca was eager to please her parents and although her parents were hard to satisfy, she did her best to earn even their smallest of praises. By the time she reached high school, Bianca is what some would call an over-achiever. Bianca, being the sociable person she was, ignored those who looked down at her and carried on as if she hadn’t a care in the world. It was her prideful and shameless attitude that kept her from being affected by those who teased her. Bianca had just completed university when the Council came for her. At first, she refused and wanted nothing to do with it. Bianca wanted to learn and travel, she still had dreams to fulfill and things she wanted to do. Why should she have to throw that all away? But her parents were very proud of her for being chosen and wouldn’t take no for an answer. They were persistent and talked to her repeatedly to convince her to at least consider it. She was torn; half of her felt like she was simply being used by them again, while the other wanted to grant her parents’ wish. Bianca was never one for change when it came to her personality and always being the eager one to please her parents, she finally accepted. She was taken and trained vigorously. It was hard but she was stubborn and fought her way to success. She has officially been Gaia the Guardian since she was 22.
-Gift: Along with the enhancements given to all Guardians –immortality, strength, regeneration, resilience, etc…- Gaia has the ability to control the elements. She can manipulate air, earth, fire, ice, lightning, magma, metal, plants, and water.
-Weakness: Gaia can’t create any elements since she can only use whatever she is provided with. Also, she has difficulty controlling metal, so she doesn’t use it often.

-Other: N/A
-Description: Bianca is tall, slim, and curvy, reaching 5’6” and 120 lbs. She has the so called “doll look” with long, wavy blonde hair, dark eyebrows, and soft, blue eyes. She also has light skin and naturally blush cheeks.

-Pictures:

ᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴏ ɴᴇʀᴏ {ʜᴏᴡʀsᴇ}

· ɴᴀᴍᴇ · Calypso Nero
· ᴀʟɪᴀs · Sphinx
· ᴀɢᴇ · 27
· ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ · Female



· ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ · Jobless
· ᴍᴏʀᴀʟ ᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ · Neutral Good || Lawful Good
· sᴛᴀᴛᴜs · Hero; Inactive (Reportedly Deceased)
· ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ﹖ · Unknown
· ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ(s) · Animal Shape-Shifting



· ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢs · Lorde - Yellow Flicker Beat || Lana Del Rey - Young & Beautiful
· ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ · real life Frankenstein's monster || suffers: Adjustment Disorder, Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, & Retrograde Amnesia || currently working to fill the gaps in her memory



· ʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ ·

{Refer to Sebastian} There isn't much to say after her death. Calypso's life was cut short at the pitiful age of just 21 and for reasons she herself is still trying to figure out, was brought back from the underworld 6 years later. Just in time for her own funeral's anniversary, to boot. According to the music band 'MIA' it's the bad girls who are supposed to be cutting through life like there's no tomorrow, but Calypso was far from such a reputation. What had she done to deserve this? Who knows but that's irrelevant now. After waking up in rather mysterious circumstances with almost no memory of herself or her life before the accident, Calypso is slowly trying to fit the pieces together and has only just recently uncovered the whereabouts of her family. Oh and one more thing; it seems her superpowers have been affected as well.



· ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ · "ᴮᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᶤˢ ᵈᵃᶰᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶤᶰᵗᵉˡˡᶤᵍᵉᶰᶜᵉ ᶤˢ ˡᵉᵗʰᵃˡˑ"

over-the-shoulder sable hair || silver blue eyes || marked with heavy scarring || toned build || 5'7"

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◤ʀᴇsᴏᴜʀᴄᴇs◢ One || Two || Three
◤ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ◢ Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey

ᴄᴇᴄɪʟʏ ᴠᴇʀᴄɪɴɢᴇᴛᴏʀɪx

∘ ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Cecily Vercingetorix
∘ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕ Sivi
∘ ᴀɢᴇ﹕ 24
∘ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Female

∘ ᴀʟɪᴀs﹕ Agony
∘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ Anti-Hero
∘ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs﹕ Fire Breathing & Ichor Modification. While capable of spewing flames out her mouth like some sort of a dragon from a child's storybook, she is also able to hold the blazing spheres in her hands without suffering any damage (basically, she's nonflammable) and toss them around as if they were nothing more than a rubber dodge ball. In addition to that, Cecily contains the ability to turn any liquid she touches into blood at will. Sounds pointless but considering she has a history of aiding certain people with faking their deaths, the power comes in handy.

ᴊᴀᴄϙᴜᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴄ. ᴡᴀʏɴᴇ

● ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ - Jacqueline Clea Wayne
● ᴀɢᴇ - 15
● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - Female
● sᴜᴘᴇʀᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs - Mimicry; Jacqueline can take on the corporeal form of her ‘targets’ with just a simple touch. This works with all people, however, she is limited to the species of animals she is able to replicate. Her ability is incredibly detailed and allows her to duplicate everything from hair color to scent. She can even copy whatever power her target possesses but she’d have to endure extreme physical strain if she chooses to actually use it. Ironically, no matter who or what she changes into, Jacqueline’s irises always stay that same, conspicuous gold color. Also, Jacqueline’s power is time-limited.

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

Pleasingly agreeable when tranquil but dangerously aggressive when angered, clever in business but cunning on the streets, Jacqueline is just the right 50/50 combination of her parents. Like the 1st Day of Creation when the light clashed with darkness she’s divided straight down the middle into two frighteningly stark personalities. Though it is very much possible for Jacqueline to switch between her two ‘sides’ in as little as a few seconds, that is not often the case since there’s a fairly large grey area for her to pass through during the black-to-white transition.

Jacqueline isn’t bipolar, she simply acts according to how she feels is necessary to deal with certain situations. She’s sensitive and emotional but won’t tolerate anyone else who tries to treat her as anything more than a casual friend. Too scared and too reserved, not something inherited from her parents but rather something learned while growing up. Jacqueline hates pity and is the type who always holds her head up to make sure no one ever looks down at her yet at the same time, really couldn’t care less what anyone else thinks of her. She’s classy and dignified, but also too proud to let others helps during times of need. Her stubbornness doesn’t exactly help with this either.

Life may be a bit harder than kids without ‘super parents’, but Jacqueline isn’t the type to complain and in fact is surprisingly content with the way things are. She eventually accepts whatever happens, just living life day by day; she finds planning for the future just a waste of time which does nothing but build on unnecessary stress. Jacqueline gives off an almost carefree and easy-to-read impression but is actually one of the most mysterious and observant people you can ever run into. She’s a girl of few words yet simultaneously a girl of her word. Integrity and loyalty are both characteristics Jacqueline strongly values in people while lying and cowardice are characteristics she despises most. Befriend her and you have a partner for life; betray her and you’ve made an enemy forever.

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ

Daughter to the infamous Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul, much has been expected from Jacqueline since the moment she was born. Unlike her younger brother Damian, Jacqueline was considered “imperfect” and was surrendered by her mother to Bruce soon after she was born. Originally, wanting to keep her away from danger and the media’s spotlight, Bruce wanted to relinquish Jacqueline to the state orphanage. Alfred managed to convince him otherwise and it was decided that Bruce would care for her with Alfred as her legal guardian incase anything happened.

For years Jacqueline was always daddy’s little girl. Although she pretty much had everything she wanted, Jacqueline wasn’t quite a spoiled brat. She used to be very bubbly and managed to fit in very well wherever she went, even making friends in the most unlikely of places. Then Richard joined; it goes without saying that the little tyke was ecstatic to have a big brother now. Jacqueline followed Richard wherever he went and always worked hard to earn his praise.

With that being said, Jason joined just a few years later and Jacqueline couldn’t have been happier. The three Wayne children started growing up, Richard and Jason going to become Nightwing and Robin while Jacqueline always remained in the dark. But she didn’t have a problem with that.

It was after Jacqueline starting maturing -starting when she was around 11- did she notice something was off. Richard was leaving the house more often and soon moved out, Jason and Bruce were always at each other’s throats, and Alfred was much too quiet for her liking. But whenever Jacqueline tried to address the issue, everyone simply brushed her off and dismissed the situation.

Then one day Bruce and Jason left on a trip to find Jason’s real mother. Long absences like these were not uncommon and Jacqueline waited patiently for the two to return. However, Jason never did come back and she later learned that the Joker had taken his life. She’d changed since then, blocking out the rest of the world and pushing away those who were once close to her. In addition, Jacqueline has found it very difficult to accept the newest member, Tim, into the family and still can’t seem to get along with him.

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ - Standing at 5’4”, Jacqueline was never taller than anyone in the family for long with Tim already quickly surpassing her in height. Jacqueline is well built and muscled but lean, giving her an uncanny ability to walk on silent feet. Even her father has never taught her to fight or anything else like that, Jacqueline is very active and athletic. Just as some her parents’ traits can be seen in Jacqueline’s personality, so to with her physical appearance. Like her mother, she has fair skin and a voluptuous figure. Liker her father, she has brown-blended hair and pointed facial features.
● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ - Alfred Pennyworth [legal guardian], Bruce Wayne [biological father], Talia Al Ghul [biological mother], Richard Grayson [adopted brother], Jason Todd [adopted brother], Tim Drake [adopted brother], and Damian Wayne [biological brother].
● sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs – Can find multiple solutions for whatever problem she runs into, able to often charm her way out of tough situations.
● ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs - Lack of control over her emotions, her small size.
● ғᴇᴀʀs - The Joker, the unknown, the possibility of losing loved ones, and the possibility that she may one day end up succumbing to her demons…
● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Unlike some of the others with ‘super parents’, Jacqueline is unaware of the secret lives her family bears. When Jason was still alive, she noticed him leaving the house frequently during the nights. When confronted, Jason explained that he couldn’t tell her why for her own safety. Jacqueline listened and has never once tried to pry anymore about the daily disappearances of Bruce or her brothers.

ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ ᴏ. ϙᴜɪɴᴛᴜs

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