[CHAR] The Hidden People

[HeySeuss]

_{I like this art enough that I was like, "That's gotta be Nemsemet."}

Instructions

• Post your character sheet here (so I can approve it) using the template provided below.
• Please do not post anything else here, all questions and comments should go to the OOC tab.
• The history doesn't have to be long, the psych profile doesn't have to be long. Just get the character up with about a small paragraph to cover the answers.

Character Sheet

(Template Here)

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: (such as, but not limited to 'magician' 'faerie' 'vampire' 'half-something' and so forth. This is more or less 'what' your character is.)

Physical Description:

Picture or description, I am cool with either.

Talents:

Talents one has either naturally or through education or training of some sort.

History:

Explain how your character got there -- no 'the story will come out in RP' lines, please -- I want a feel for where your character is coming from. Feel free to work up names and places and so forth. Be sure to mention arrests or feuds and debts and the such from mortal and supernatural authorities.

Psychological Profile:

An idea of how the character thinks and so forth; should be linked to the history.

Possessions:

Mostly list the useful stuff, including any magically empowered items, spell foci and other odds and ends, including familiar animals.

Yes, and:

This is a character exercise for how our characters know each other and relate a bit. See the OOC thread for more details. If posting the first character, go ahead and make your 'Yes, and:" a relationship with Caradoc de Lacy, the Count of Camden.

[HeySeuss]

Tony Barnes

Name: Antonio Victor Barnes
Age: 65
Gender: Male
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Lycanthrope; were-lion.

Physical Description:

Talents:

- Beastman form; deadly and effective, but terrifying and very, very, very obvious. It is a combination of a Lion's instincts and muscle density and natural equipment with the upright stature of a human being and a degree of their thought processes melded with the instinct of the animal. It is monstrous and the reason the legends exist.
- Full African lion form - like the cat. Not nearly as useful as, say, a wolf form that could be written off as a dog.
- Fast-healing in man-beast. In other forms, he takes damage normally.
- If hit with anything silver, he is immediately shifted back into normal human form. Also, if a silver bullet is in him, he is unable to shift.
- Rage; in enough pain, he'll see red and there is the potential to start killing indiscriminately to escape this. On the other hand, he's had years to learn how to control this.
- As the moon cycles, his abilities wax and wane; at full moon, he has a hard time controlling said abilities. Nearer the new moon, he finds it requires an extra degree of effort to use his abilities and he tends to tire out easier.
- Even as a human, he has increased senses that allows him to detect things with his nose; for example, sweat and various other secretions, and where they are emotionally based on that. It's a combination of animal magnetism and animal instinct.

History:

Antonio Victor Barnes was born to a Afro-Cuban mother and a half-white father in New Camden, in the Dorset neighborhood, which was once home to the Cardinal's Point General Motors factory. His father, Joe, had a good job there, though he worked very hard for it. He'd come to Camden from Virginia. His mother had very little to say about the country she left or the circumstances back there.

In 1967 Uncle Sam decided to draft Antonio into the Vietnam War. He arrived in December of 1967 and saw service right as the Tet Offensive started up in February of 1968. He served in the 9th Infantry Division in the Mekong Delta, fighting near the Cambodian border. He served for five months of his tour, watching guys get blown up by booby traps, wounded by mortar fire, shot by Cong and NVA and otherwise chopped up in a futile-seeming war in the jungle; waist deep in the muck of the Mekong Delta. His battalion suffered repeated Viet Cong and NLF/PAVN attacks one night and the next put his company out on the outpost line, which was then overrun by a particularly savage attack by the Vietnamese. Terrified, with his squad dying and dead around him in the jungle night, he changed into the man-beast form and mauled a number of VC and NVA regulars, even as the A-6 Intruders dropped napalm and cluster bombs all over the jungle when the company CO called down the strikes inside his box, on top of the heads of friendlies.

His position took a hit, but he survived, to the astonishment of the reinforcements combing over the battlefield, policing up the weapons and the mauled bodies; the Vietnamese were dumped into a mass grave, the Americans taken to graves registration. But no one could figure up what tore up all these people -- some of the bodies were ripped to shreds.

"Shrapnel, napalm, fuckit," they said.

Barnes was MIA.

He spent time in the jungle, hunting, killing and learning his abilities, and eventually had a sense of how to control them enough to shift back to human form and find help. During that time, the legends were rife in VI Corps and Viet Cong alike of a killer tiger running about in the Delta, a huge, dangerous beast. So it was considered a miracle when he finally was found by the Army; presumed to have escaped POW captivity among the Viet Cong as well as the man-eater of the Mekong, he was evacuated out and then honorably discharged at the end of his draft service in Fort Polk.

His return to the World, coincided with the start of economic hard times in Camden, especially as Cardinal's Point started to lay people off and he flirted around with various dissident movements like the Black Panthers and other organizations that were concerned with the plight of the black man in America, especially after Vietnam. Every full moon, there was the potential for devastation and destruction, and he isolated himself to keep from having another situation where he killed people indiscriminately.

He bummed around the country and, ironically, ran into the Courts in New Orleans of all places, where the supernatural are able to move about a little more freely, and the mortals know a little more than they ought to. His girlfriend at the time, Marie, a Creole, introduced him to the Courts and the supernatural community, though she was somewhat shaky on how things worked because she wasn't entirely clued in, but steered him to people who definitely were.

He learned that he wasn't alone, wasn't the only one and there was a world out there with laws...and that if his black ass felt discriminated against before, wait until he met the Nobles of the courts.

New Orleans wasn't the worst place to lay up and learn things, the Court there was not one of the worst and he used his GI benefits to enroll in Tulane University, where he majored in social work, and carried that into a Master's in Finance while working in social work all over the State of Louisiana, where it was needed.

In the course of time, he returned to Camden when his father got sick to help take care of his parents, sometime in the early 1980's, and found that that Camden was as economically depressed as New Orleans. He quickly got to work with local activists and other like minded folk and started trying to find ways to work the system and rebuild the thriving middle class neighborhood he lived in, even as yuppie white fuckers exported all the jobs to places like China, and, ironically, Vietnam.

Fast forward decades later, and Antonio still looks rather young (magical energy tends to sustain a longer lifespan anyway) and has no idea how long his life is going to be, but he's spent a lot of it building the Horizon Foundation, a large not-for-profit that is devoted to preserving New Camden's cultural history and finding new ways to turn old buildings into something profitable within the community as well as retraining and employing locals, particularly out of economically depressed areas like his native Dorset. He paid his tithe, avoided Court politics and was trying to do something good with his life when Nemsemet came to town.

Not liking the injustice of the Court, he didn't really care what Nemsemet did to the likes of Caradoc de Lacy. The only problem is, of course, that Nemsemet is a crazy motherfucker and he's not stopping there. He's also rallied a lot of lycanthropes to the cause, men and women that are a lot less controlled than Antonio is, raised in clans together that distrust the outside world and are indoctrinated against normal humanity. It's understandable, they've been hunted, persecuted and have lived on the margins. Antonio has some sway with them, in that they are not enthusiastically hunting one of their own, but they aren't listening when he tries to rally these various lycanthrope clans.

Nemsemet is bad news. Now he's on the run like a lot of other people.

Psychological Profile:

Deep down, Barnes is still guilty about what he did in Vietnam, flying off the handle, killing a bunch of people indiscriminately. While time has healed some of it, he left the 'Nam resolved to do something worthy and good with the rest of his life, and got into the nitty gritty of social work and economic development. He's always been careful to avoid getting overly involved in Court politics. The Court, so long as one pays tithe and avoids breaking the Concealment Edict, really doesn't care.

On the other hand, the injustice of the Court rankles Antonio, and he's happy to see it gone. But he has a regard for human life that most lycanthropes don't, and is one of the few standing against Nemsemet.

Possessions:

A decent house in Dorset, inherited from his deceased parents that isn't really safe to stay in any more. He's socked away money wisely invested, as well as his considerable salary as the CEO of Horizon. He has a particularly nice 1969 Pontiac Firebird and a shotgun at home that, quite frankly, he doesn't use.

He has a nice cell phone though and some authentic Vietnamese Buddhist prayer beads he picked up in the 1990's when he traveled back to 'Nam to make his peace with the past. They have supernatural significance that he doesn't really understand.

Yes, and:

...Tony is no fan of the Court and especially not of de Lacy, who was a magician before he became a vampire and was accordingly a very arrogant asshole that didn't like uppity lycanthropes. However, the de Lacy family isn't the only one in line to inherit the Countship of Camnden, and Tony owes one of those families a favor for assistance rendered in the 1980's when he had to work to clear his name of some charges laid against him. While he was falsely accused, he still needed legal top cover, and he was short on funds at the time. When Nemsemet came into town, the favor was called in, and if Tony gets found out, he's going to be a target.

[ravenDivinity]

Alfric Waldheim

Name: Alfric Waldheim
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Elf

Physical Description:

(source: x)

Talents:

Magic
Alfric learned witchcraft from his father very early in his life, and therefore he has much innate prowess and shows much potential. Given the proper resources for whatever mode of casting he chooses, he can cast powerful spells, charms, and incantations with minor difficulty. Easy stuff—simple flick-of-the-wrist tasks like lighting candles and closing doors—requires very little power and resources and can sometimes be performed with nothing, but magic with more complex, broader effects demand more from him. Due to the basic nature of water and fire, however, Alfric can manipulate them easier.

Natural knowledge
Alfric knows a thing or two about plants, animals, and the supernatural, but there are other things outside his area of expertise that he may need to research. Unfortunately, he's still bad at chemistry.

Potions
With his understanding of magic and his knowledge of flora and fauna, Alfric can brew a strong potion as long as he uses the right ingredients and cooks the elixir with the right methods. The effects of potions are temporary, and the potions expire if not consumed after a day. When consumed, their effects are temporary and wane depending on the potency of the magic after anywhere from hours to weeks. It is harder to create a long-lasting, powerful potion than it is to make one that is short-lived, hence why nobody has ever nor will ever create a youth elixir.

History:

Alfric was born to two elven parents from the well-to-do Waldheim family, just one of numerous elven bloodlines which reside in New Camden. The Waldheim family immigrated to what came to be known as the United States in the year 1631 and integrated into the Puritan settlement in Salem, Massachusetts. Sometime during the Salem witch trials, the Waldheim family abandoned Salem for New Camden, where a budding society of magical and supernatural beings was emerging, and joined the underground community of magic-practicing elves that existed there. By the late 90s, the Waldheim family was living in suburban New Camden, and many of them were blending well among mortal men—some of Alfric's more distant relatives even prominent doctors, lawyers, and politicians. Alfric was born in the year 1998 to a father, who worked at a hospital during the day and practiced magic in secret, and a mother, who taught elementary school and did healing and gardening in her free time.

Alfric had the typical suburban upbringing and attended public school like most children. Starting at the age of 14, Alfric studied magic under his father, and at the age of 16, his father taught him the art of spellcraft, the creation of spells, an ability which he has yet to make full usage of. His mother, throughout his life, brought him to the local Catholic church, and he and his mother were always particularly closer than he and his father were. She schooled Alfric in many household skills and introduced him to gardening and cooking, an education that earned him his admiration for nature and his awareness of the many magical and physical properties of some common plants. His parents did not hold him back from his responsibilities in the magical community, either, and from them he discovered his duty to uphold the secrecy of that community and to protect nature. Take, for example, the occasion where he accidentally set one of his boyfriends on fire when he was 16 and had to lie about smoking cigarettes. It was not uncommon in his youth for family friends—werewolves, vampires, genies, and more—to show their faces at the Waldheim household or for fellow elves and mages to meet in their living room, and although Alfric did not particularly care about the magical community, he was always aware of its influence on his life and the world.

Psychological Profile:

Alfric is humble and patient at best, procrastinating and melancholy at worst. To those nearest to him, he seems like a fresh, new soul with ideas that defy absolutism and inspiration that is truly divine in nature. Alfric Waldheim is, in fact, greatly in tune with the world around him, aware of the universe and the people. He feels connected with everything; he is eclectic, exuberant, energetic, impulsive active. In effect, he has an extremely acute sense of social cues and acts humorous, even erratic, when he feels judged or anxious in a social setting. He covers his negative feelings with his passions and joys, but in a bad mood, Alfric will heavily imply it in his mannerisms.

Alfric is a romantic at heart and expresses strong moral convictions. Coming frequently to impersonal conclusions, he relies on facts and patterns, but in supplementing them with the emotions that possess his mind, he frequently turns to optimism and positivity and the aid of the marginalized. He, as a gay man, exemplifies this in his staunch support for LGBT rights. Ever the postmodern thinker, Alfric is open to many possibilities and approaches absolutes with skepticism, for he is aware of that which is fixed and open to possibility. Lastly is his indecisiveness towards things that he does not already feel strongly about, and on those matters, his friends and family have extensive sway.

Possessions:

A fixed-up, dark gray 2004 Acura TL with minor dents on the sides and the hood. It gets him around.

Byrne, a common raven who serves as Alfric's familiar and was given to him by his father. Byrne also watches over Alfric to protect him and disobeys Alfric when it is important for his safety.

A yew wand that he inherited from his grandfather. The middle section of it is wrapped in tan cloth. The most common spells he uses are focused in it: a charm that serves as a flashlight, a weak barrier spell, and a spell that calls Byrne. The main purpose for these is for both Alfric's convenience and for his father's peace of mind, and he usually keeps the wand on his person somewhere.

A leather-bound tome that is pretty much blank. There is a mundane levitation incantation at the front that cannot lift anything heavier than 20 pounds, an incantation that closes unenchanted, unsealed doors, and an incantation that lights unenchanted candles within sight. The rest of the book is empty except for a few journal entries and spell-writing attempts.

A platinum signet ring featuring the Waldheim family coat of arms, a sky-blue, heater-shaped shield with a gold, chevron ordinary and an oak tree charge. The outer edges are engraved with the text "Aut inveniam viam aut faciam."

Yes, and:

Tony Barnes was one such lycanthrope that found himself often in Alfric Waldheim's living room. Alfric's father and mother volunteer for the Horizon Foundation, and they helped Tony further the goals of the non-profit even to the extent of contributing their own, hard-earned money. As such, they met with Tony frequently and eventually considered Tony, no longer just an acquaintance, but a family friend. When the Count died, Alfric, whose family occasionally dissented from the actions of the Council, and the rest of his family knew what the fall of the Council meant agreed with Tony that Nemsemet was a danger to both the mortal world and the secret one. For worse or for better, they only hoped that something could be done.

[piercetyler1994]

Joseph Adam Lowe

Name: Joseph Adam Lowe

Age: 5 (Locked at 21)

Gender: Male

Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Golem

Physical Description:

Standing at a height of 6 feet, 7 inches and with a body comparable of a strongman or a powerlifter, Joseph is definitely an imposing figure and not one to be trifled with. Joseph, being a golem, doesn’t have a normal human complexion. Instead, he has skin and flesh analogous to hardened clay. His skin is home to many signs of weathering, with chips and scrapes covering his large body. He doesn’t have any hair; in its place, he has the Hebrew word “emeth” meaning “truth” inscribed on his forehead. He doesn’t have any irises in in his eyes, only the whites of his eyes, radiating an unsettling mystique about him. In terms of facial features, Joseph’s are rather brutish, with a squarish head, a wide forehead with an equally wide nose, a chiseled jaw, and a prominent chin.
In terms of clothing, while typically an admirer of fine suits, his fashion sense could be described as “Business Casual”. A “loose” fit button up, a black pinstripe vest, a leather belt, some light sienna slacks, and grey boat shoes is his usual everyday wear.

Talents:

Supernatural Talents: Because he’s technically not alive, he’s effectively immortal. (The only way to “kill” a golem is by scratching off the first letter of “emeth”, making it “meth” meaning “dead” in Hebrew.) Additionally, due to his brick-like body as well as being enchanted, he is very sturdy and immensely dense, anointing him with superhuman strength.

Other Talents: Joseph has become a capable self-taught boxer, with a style similar to Jake “The Bronx Bull” LaMotta.

Being a supernatural aficionado, he has some decent amount of other-worldly knowledge under his belt.

History:

Joseph was “born” in Queens, New York City, NY, to a humble rabbi by the name of Grigori Avi Lowe who had gotten too old to have a son of his own. Grigori was something of a hermit, so keeping Joseph a secret was relatively easy… for a while. Trying to keep a six-foot-seven, 400 pound abomination hidden from society is understandably difficult. Only a few other rabbinical elders even knew of his existence and those that did were appalled that Grigori would stoop to such low levels of magic. It wasn’t long before the elders gave Grigori an ultimatum; destroy his creation or leave and have someone else have to destroy it. It wasn’t an especially hard choice.

Grigori figured it would have been pretty simple. He wouldn’t have been expecting it; just a quick blow to the head with a hammer and it would have been over. Little did Grigori know that Joseph was sturdier than your average clay brick; a whack to the head only added a scuff and a massive sense of betrayal. This betrayal sent Joseph into a blind rage, at which point, Grigori’s skull was snugly fit in-between Joseph’s enormous hands until there was no head left.

That was three years ago. That was the last time Joseph was home.

Psychological Profile:

A being that typically doesn’t express his true feelings about anything, much about Joseph is shrouded in mystery. He doesn’t engage in extended conversations and is usually relegated to one or two sentences. In spite of this, Joseph has shown some levels of humanity and compassion, albeit briefly. Above all else, he dreams to be human someday, so mortal beings hold a special in place in his consciousness. He is a devout believer of Judaism, which he believes is the first step to being more human (believing in a religion). Overall, a rather genuine person in spite not actually being a person.

Possessions:

Joseph doesn’t have many personal effects, although he usually carries a pocket Torah and Grigori’s old yarmulke (he’s doesn’t know why he still carries this thing) on his person. As for other odd and ends, he has an assortment of various religious paraphernalia, not just Judaism, but also Christianity, Eastern Orthodox, Sikh, and Islamic.

Yes, and:

Joseph for the longest time had been a vagrant on the streets of New Camden, with no particular direction; he had a goal but no solution to said goal. Recently, he has become an assistant to a young wizard by the name of Alfric Waldheim. While still a relative novice magic user, Joseph believes in Alfric enough that he is willing to wager that he will be his ticket to humanity. Also, considering that Alfric is not especially strong and is rather diminutive, he acts as an impromptu bodyguard of sorts. In spite of only knowing Alfric for about a month and a half, he hopes that there friendship will be a lasting one.

[HHShetland]

Stockstat

Name: Stockstat, or 'Stock' for short. This happens to be the name of the street where Bedingfield House used to be; it's customary for Gargoyles to be named after the place where they were 'born'.
Age: 135
Gender: Biologically Sexless. Identifies as Male.
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Gargoyle.

Physical Description:

The above is actually his statue appearance; his normal appearance looks more 'organic', with greenish-tinted skin and bright orange eyes with black slits for pupils.

Talents:

Stockstat has access to abilities common to the rest of his kind; he possesses exceptional flight skills and supernatural levels of speed and strength, enabling him to fly at speeds fast enough to get from side of the city to the other in less than an hour, and the strength to lift fully-grown men and carry them through the air. He also regenerates from injuries much faster than a human does; and that's if you can injure him in the first place, thanks to his rather tough hide. There's also his enhanced, beastlike senses of night vision and hearing, and the extra dexterity required to move at such great speeds.

The ability that defines him and all other Gargoyles, however, is his ability to turn his hide to a rocky substance, rendering him nigh-invulnerable to damage. However, doing this also stops him from moving at all, and it takes a while to activate (though it can be broken out of quickly for surprise attacks). Thus, it's mostly used to disguise himself as a mere statue. While he can't move, however, he is fully conscious and can magically 'see' what is happening around him, enabling him to react to potential dangers. Due to his magical nature, he also does not need to eat, drink or sleep, enabling him to stay disguised as a statue for days, weeks or even months at a time. This is not to say that he's incapable of consuming food or drink, but it serves no purpose other than to provide flavour.

Finally, his time amongst the hidden monsters in Camden's sewers have given him a number of literal underground contacts which keep him up-to-date on the supernatural rumour mill; it was how he found out about Nemsemet, after all.

This is all offset by one major weakness, however; he has no way of hiding himself from the mortals without immobilising himself completely. Thus, if he has to move around on the surface, he tends to only do so at night, timing his movements across the city. During the day he is likely to use underground passages instead.

History:

Gargoyles are magical creatures, created only by the most skilled of alchemists and conjurers. Having first emerged amongst magical architects during the Renaissance, a Gargoyle's purpose in life is to act as the guardian of their master's building, or any other building to which they have been assigned.

In this sense, Stockstat was no different from the rest of his kind. He was 'born' in the year 1880, to act as guardian of a newly-constructed mage's clubhouse called the Bedingfield House, after its owner, and Stockstat's master at the time, Henry Bedingfield. Of course, since there wasn't much of value there, Stockstat spent the first fifty-odd years of his existence just sitting and idling on the ledge of the building during the day; at night, he felt confident enough to move about a bit more, and he picked up a reputation amongst the mages at Bedingfield House as something of a joker. Mages and their students would sometimes come up to the roof to chat with him, and occasionally drop things onto passerby for their amusement. For a Gargoyle, it was a happy existence.

As is usually the case, however, it didn't last. By 1920, Henry Bedingfield had joined the Court of New Camden, and with much less spare time on his hands, he handed the building over to his son, Hunter. Unlike his father, Hunter was a very reckless and irresponsible young man, and started bringing Opium and mortal Prostitutes (who would have to have their memories erased) into the clubhouse. Hunter soon found himself knee-deep in debt to various drug cartels, and the Great Depression striking in 1929 certainly didn't help. Unable to pay his debts, Hunter knew that eventually the cartels would send goons over to break every bone in his body and take everything except the clothes on his back. Rather than face such an indignity, he chose to fake his own death and flee the city. He asked Stock to come with him, but unlike most of his kind, Stock had formed something of an emotional bond with the building and refused to leave it.

Thus, after Hunter had abandoned the property, it soon became infested by mortal squatters. Despite Stock hiding up on the roof for years at a time, convinced that Hunter or Henry would eventually come back to reclaim the building, they never did. Shortly after the Second World War had passed, the building had become a derelict shell of its former self, and the local government made plans to tear down the entire district as part of an urban renewal project. Realising that he couldn't reasonably oppose their plans without violating the Concealment Edict, Stock finally decided to let go and abandoned the building, leaving it to be demolished.

This incident lead him to fall into a depression and he spent the next few decades living among the banished Supernatural community in New Camden's sewers; partially because he felt that he should be banished for failing to fulfil his whole purpose in life. Eventually, sometime during the 1980s, taxmen from the court of De Lacy found him down there and brought him back up to the surface to be punished for long-standing tax evasion (having previously been exempt from taxation, being considered a dependent on the Bedingfield family). It was here that he was reunited with Henry, still alive and kept young and healthy through magic. Henry managed to pull some strings to get Stock off the hook, as a means of apologising for his lengthy absence. However, as a creature with no way of hiding, Stock's only choices at this point were to either go back to the sewers or start working for Henry again. Having somewhat moved past what had happened by this point, he accepted Henry as his master again. He never found out what happened to Hunter.

Up until recently, Stock had been the guardian of Henry Bedingfield's office in a downtown skyscraper, which he considered a much easier position as there was a much lesser chance of forming any emotional bonds with the building itself. However, a few months ago, Henry disappeared again, and after hearing about Nemsemet's rising from his underground contacts, Stock assumed the worst. Acting under Henry's emergency orders, he broke into his office one night, destroyed all of his files, and hid out in the sewers again; with orders to assume that Henry is dead if he doesn't return within two weeks. As of now, it's only two days before the deadline is up.

Psychological Profile:

In spite of their monstrous, perhaps even demonic, appearance, Gargoyles usually tend to be very noble creatures, and Stockstat is no exception. However, thanks to the bout of depression he went through, combined with years upon years of watching random humans on the street act like massive jerks to each other, he has become something of a cynic. Don't get him wrong, he still has a very clear idea of right and wrong, and if permitted, will glady swoop in to deal with any evildoers, but he is convinced that everyone, mortal and supernatural, are inherently warlike and power-hungry and nothing he does will change that. If anything, Nemsemet is the logical conclusion of all that, but of course that doesn't excuse him or anything else from committing heinous crimes.

He's also known for being very inquisitive and friendly with people, even the rudest of the rude, and a somewhat dry and satirical sense of humour, honed and trained by more than a century's worth of news and gossip on the streets below his building. And of course, being a Gargoyle who must sometimes stay in one place for ridiculously long periods of time, he is a very patient and calm person; it takes a lot to get him mad, and he'll act level-headed and indulge in his gallows humour even if the world is about to end.

Possessions:

Perhaps ironically, Stockstat is not one to form a bond with inanimate objects; if he did before, he doesn't anymore. Not since the loss of his favourite building, anyway. Besides, even if he did, he couldn't carry them, since he doesn't wear any clothes. He doesn't need to, since has no visible, if you'll pardon the pun, 'possessions' on him, either.

Miscellaneous Notes:

It should be noted that, while Stockstat has a firm grasp on the English language, his voice is rather deep and raspy, and he has the unfortunate involuntary habit of snorting every other word.

Yes, and:

Thanks to his contacts in the literal supernatural underground, Stockstat heard about the arrival of an authentic Jewish Golem in town almost immediately. This intrigued him, because while he'd seen all manner of shapeshifters, undead revenants, crazed half-demons, C.H.U.D.s and mutant Turtles down there, he'd never met a Golem. When Joseph Lowe happened to be hanging around near Henry Bedingfield's office one night, Stockstat flew over into a nearby alley and called him over to get acquainted. Joseph didn't seem particularly interested in talking, though, but soon he came back for information on a hypothetical 'cure for golem-ness'. Stock assured him that, the moment he found out about one, he'd let him know. He was also the one who told Joseph about the job opening with Alfric Waldheim when he decided he needed work. Stock has come to like Joseph quite a bit, actually, partially because he sees a bit of himself in him; he reminds him of how he was after the 'death' of Bedingfield House.

EDIT: Made some major changes to backstory; it seemed a bit too overblown for my tastes.

[salamimike]

Name: Flint White

Age: 125 (looks mid 20's)

Gender: Male

Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Elemental Sorcerer.

Physical Description:

Talents:

Firearms training
Elemental magic (Controlling and conjuring of earth, fire, water, air)
Police Procedure
Detective work
Hand to Hand combat
Interrogation
Quick witted

History:

Flint was born in 1895, he led a normal life in Camden until he was conscripted into World War One. After the war, life didn't seem as precious anymore and he joined with a local mob boss. The gang told him of his magical abilities, which he had no idea he had, and began having him work for them in robberies.

His shenanigans caught the attention of the magical courts. They soon captured him and they explained the world that sat under his nose, they explained that it was magic that kept him young, that his parents had died horribly to an unknown attack. Flint was lost, and not knowing what to do he left Camden just in time for Conscription to scoop him up for World War Two.

More war and Flint was on his last thread, he returned to Camden and began Private investigation, it was ok work and helped pay for the taxes. Flint got his big break when the Court asked for him to join their police force, he accepted and soon rose the ranks to detective. Magical police work was a lot more intriguing than normal private work, and he was good at it.

Then it all went to hell.

Flint survived the first purges, but has been in hiding for awhile now. He hopes to meet with others and form a resistance movement against the evil that has taken over.

Psychological Profile:

Harsh, Quick witted, scheming and cold hearted. Flint was normally one to work alone, but the new order of things means he will have to begin working with others if they are going to stop the main threat. He wont take orders from anyone, but he isn't an idiot, and can be persuaded to do things if its for the best.
He is a long standing alcoholic, and it is rare to see him without a bottle on his person, many believe his way of work is inhumane, and he prefers to act first before asking questions.
More than likely not all there in his head, due to the terrible things he has seen in and out of war.

Possessions:

.44 Magnum revolver in shoulder holster.
An array of legal and illegal weapons he keeps at his current safe house, most are pre 1950's however.
Smudge, the cat.

Yes and

[Necrophage]

That Hunter no one likes but everyone knows they need. Gray.

Name: Gray Conover
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Physical Description:
Gray stands at 5'11. He is broad-shouldered and lanky, his advantage against his enemies is obviously not brute strength yet he has exercised thoroughly to try to make up some of the difference if he ever has to get that close. He has a long face and a pointed chin and hazel eyes, characteristics that seems to run in his family. His hair color is dark brown and he has mutton chops and doesn't manage his hair so it stands pretty unkempt. He keeps it just short enough in the front that it won't become a problem in combat.

Talents:
Creative Combatant - Gray is a very experienced killer and it comes mainly from his ability to think on his feet and react quickly. Even without weapons on his person he can figure out ways to kill something by using his environment and playing dirty. He certainly doesn't hold back on the playing dirty part which might irk off those noble vampires or whatever the hell else thinks they have some kind of fair fighting spirit in combat. It's always life or death and Gray doesn't plan on being the one dying.

Broad Monster Knowledge - Gray knows how to kill all the common creeps. Werewolves, vampires, zombies(Those are the easy ones), etc. It comes from a personal history of doing just that. If he can't kill it he'll get away and study for some way to do so. After all, his hefty pay check rides on this important task.

Extensive Arms Experience - Gray is both a military veteran and an arms enthusiast. As such he has both experience and extensive practice with firearms. Having talent and practice make him a very accurate shot with long weapons in particular. In addition he is an excellent quickdraw, regardless of the weapon he can take aim quickly at medium to short range and land a good shot.

History:
Killing monsters runs in the family and family is what really matters. Gray grew up with values, often unapparent to others, that keep him from going too far in the field. He grew up with several brothers and a sister and for the earliest part of his life had no idea what his family really did. They sheltered him from it until he was ready to know the truth. That truth didn't come until it was nearly too late.

Gray joined the military. He was in the army on tour in the middle east when he encountered his first taste of the supernatural world. They seemed like normal middle-eastern villagers. Lured into their village on their patrol, Gray's team didn't pose a very good chance. They had the resilience and constitution of ghouls. Meaning they wouldn't go down without a good headshot or leg shot. Most of his team was felled by their inhuman stamina with mere farm tools. Their adversary was quick and dangerous but he had and the remainder of his squad had the resolve to survive. It wasn't until later that he understood what they were. They weren't undead. They were the "blessed warriors" of a demonic duke known as Abigor that had been piggybacking on wars and feeding off of them since iron was used as a weapon. It made sense why he'd be making his rounds in the most war torn nation in the world.

On his return to the States Gray reunited with his family. Upon hearing his experience they began to explain to him the finer parts of their history. The Conover's have been killing monsters for nearly two-hundred years. Gray had a legacy he was willing to uphold.

Unfortunately that legacy was difficult to acquire with the councils of creatures banded together throughout the world. With the councils keeping everything in check his family didn't indulge in hunting so much anymore. The councils were a necessary evil but they were still monsters and Gray couldn't personally trust them to keep things steady. He needed a group that would let him bypass getting a hit on his head by an organization that vastly overpowered him. It took a while and he took up jobs killing rogue beasts in the process which the council overlooked because of the nature of the cases. He wasn't that good at first. Not many people are. The evil monsters that let themselves be tracked by an amateur are generally the easiest to kill. Gray had mistakes and near-death experiences but his resolve and ingenuity always had the tendency to save him.

When you're feeling hand over hand through the dark you always find something.

Psychological Profile: Gray seems to be morally ambiguous to people who don't know him. To those who do, they see the bold line he won't cross. If a creature isn't a killer and has no potential to be he won't take its life. He sees many jobs he's taken as necessary evil to protect humanity. Overall he views himself as a protector, but damn if he doesn't like a good paycheck.
Gray loves humor in all its forms. He'd be pretty depressing if he couldn't take a good joke every now and then. Even if it's completely misplaced and awkward.

Possessions:
Gray has two large suitcases that are normally too heavy for normal airport admittance. One stores his set of armor. The armor is customizable on the job with many spots for Kevlar inserts, a bite guard, a helmet and a few other minor items to help him adapt to circumstances. Teeth, claws or (preferably not) bullets. He's got something to give him some edge.

Aside from a few spots in the first suitcase for several Glocks and ammunition (Affordability, you lose guns a lot when you're hunting.) he has saved room in his other suitcase for a few sets of street clothes(primarily gray t-shirts, blue jeans and a black jacket) and a compartment for his modified AA12 with silver slugs in three drum magazines and some drums with standard buckshot. Either crammed in this case or in a car he keeps an Ares 16 with a variety of attachments for use as a long-to-mid range rifle and a grenade launcher(For that beasty who just doesn't want to go down).

Gray wears a small titanium chain around his neck that has several items dangling from it. A small pot-like skull about the size of a thumb that has dried herbs in it, consisting primarily of wolf's bane to ward off a werewolf's ability to smell him. A small alienish shell filled with holes is also affixed to it. This shell happens to be the only item he has that is magic and he only uses it as a last chance item. Thankfully he's only ever used it once before. He isn't quite sure if it has lasting consequences but man does it become handy in a bind. By saying a set of keywords the artifact teleports him an indeterminate distance away. The last item dangling from his chain is a simple Celtic cross because it's cool.

A useful item that is never far from his reach is his trusty silver kukri knife.

Yes, and:

Gray has done some steady work with members of the local council. People don't like him but view him as a necessary evil to keep their own hands clean. He's not a cop or an enforcer. He's a straight up monster hunter. For this reason he's butted heads with quite a few individuals and most look down on him for being in the supernatural world as a mere human. Of course the difference between him and a supernaturally gifted being could easily be made up with the right bullet in the right spot.

Before the arrival of the mummy he was hired by Caradoc de Lacy to handle a group of the walking dead brought about by the experiments of a reckless sorcerer. Gray was able to put them before a full-blown zombie plague swept the city. These things happen a lot more than you'd expect. Government doesn't tell the people, silences those who learn, etc. Which is why the council stays on top of those with the potential to cause such "accidents".

Most of his other work went through a sorcerer-secretary named Ren the Shadow. Only the higher-ups of the council knew his actual name but he acted as a job-fixer for the more shady need-to-know things. The office made a joke of calling him Ned but the more it happened the more Gray assumed there was more to it. Ren is a sorcerer who specializes in illusion, and disappearing in particular in order to fulfill functions for the council. Because of his skills he evaded Nemsemet and his forces.

[Thewhitewolf]

Galeren

Name: Graham (Galeren)

Age: 601

Gender: Male

Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Barghest

Physical Description:

Graham is a dark skinned man with black hair and stubble lines his chin. Graham is fairly tall at 6 ft 3. He doesn't have noticeable muscles but has quite alot of strength. His teeth are normal except for his canines which are fairly elongated. His chain changes into a tattoo that wraps around his neck. His eyes are a light honey colour.

He tends to wear a large black shirt and tight jeans that flare out slightly at the bottom as for shoes he doesn't wear any. His hair is just past his shoulders and very unkempt, sticking out and curling slightly.

And for his Barghest form he takes on the form of a large black dog which is larger than a wolf, his eyes a fiery red and his chain is wrapped around his neck; the end of the chain just catches the floor occasionally causing it to rattle. His canines don't fit in his mouth and his claws are fairly elongated and scrape along the floor as he walks. His horns protruding from the side of his head near the base of his ears, growing straight up out of his skull.

Talents:

Graham has the unfortunate natural talents of bringing misfortune and disaster to his surrounding area, he may have an inkling to who may die next.

He has gained the ability to switch between forms over the centuries of practice.

History:

Graham came about in the 1400's his original name was Galeren but to move with the times and not to stand out of place he goes by Graham. He lived in England, Yorkshire. He used to be your everyday plain black dog. Only he seemed to have a special talent of predicting of when some was near death and used to lay outside their houses. Soon it became a rumor and to be seen as a bad omen. In that respect people started avoiding him and slowly became hostile towards him. peoples beliefs in him became stronger but his treatment became worse and worse until one point where they tied him up in chains leaving him there to die. Due to the belief and rumors of his omens he was able to live and was created into a barghest. After that he wandered around the towns with his chain rattling behind him. Years past and he was able to let his abilities to grow. It took him a couple of centuries to master the ability of switching between forms, scaring many people in the process aswell as being driven out of many different society's in England; as he was unable to make the changes. He has learn all of the languages as times have gone on but has forgotten them just as the rest of the world was. Graham has just moved to america in the late month and is still getting used to the place. He tends to end up getting lost or walking some place when he disassociates. He had someone he loved dearly during one of the centuries and has never really forgotten them, only problem is that his talents were never in check back then, he thought they didn't work on them. until a disaster struck one day and he's never forgiven himself for what happened.

Psychological Profile:

Graham is generally apathetic to many situations as he needs to use most of his emotions to suppress his talents so that his area affection is reduced, but when his disassociates with the world and the surroundings around him, his emotions return and becomes who he was a couple hundred years ago. Apart from that graham can tolerate quite a bit before he snaps.

As of friends he doesn't really have any in America nor back home in England. He had a few acquaintances but hes had no serious friendship since that time. As for meeting new people he is closed off and cautious, afraid of his talents and what they cause to happen to them.

Possessions:

The only possessions that Graham has is his clothes and his chain that stays wrapped around his neck in the form of a tattoo.

Yes, And:

He knows very little of this Gray Conover. He's only caught the guys first name from the conversations he's walked past, but he has had run ins with the pervious family ever since they popped up 200 years ago, he has never got away unscathed and has had many broken bones due to this family. Graham has only been in the usa for a short amount of time. (around 3 weeks)

Graham gives him a greeting every time he sees the guy as they are next door neighbours. Graham has offered him a coffee or a cup of tea once in this past week and they had a quick chat. At the moment they seem to be on good terms.

Edit: Is the 'Yes, and' any better? Please let me know if it still needs changing. Thank you

[TheSeriousJoke]

Name: Korina Anna Saffo

Age: 20 (Sirens age like humans until they've fully grown at around 16-18, then they age much slower)

Gender: Female

Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Siren

Physical Description: She has medium skin, further tanned by the sun, and long, wavey brown hair, and she's around 5 foot 7. In the water, she has a tail covered in shining blue and purple scales. She uses many strings of shells, stones, and anything else she finds beautiful as necklaces, bracelets, and tail decorations.

On land, her tail transforms into two scaled legs, covered by a long pair of white yoga pants. She wears an bright blue tank top and (a much smaller quantity of) her necklaces and bracelets. She often chooses to put her hair up in a messy bun and throw on a pair of blue flip-flops. People say her most noticeable feature is her ocean blue eyes.

Talents:
Singing is something that has always came naturally to Korina (or Kiki, as many people call her), but she doesn't do it as often as she would like, mostly because it brings a lot of unwanted attention, sometimes even in the form of unwanted suitors. She knows that's in part due to her magic abilities, but she doesn't realize the full extent of her power, which could work as a mild charm with her current level of training, but it would take decades to get good enough to work as a strong one. She's also picks up on instruments rather easily, but she doesn't spend much time with them, so she isn't particularly skilled with any of them.

Kiki is known to be a crowd pleaser, something she isn't really aware she's using to her advantage. She runs a stand at the farmers market every week, and she's very social with her clients, making her popular with the regulars and good at selling her products (which are the necklaces she makes, which she's also rather skilled in doing). She very much like talking with other people, and like everyone, humans and supernatural alike, though she hasn't seen as many supernatural as humans- or, at least, she doesn't think she has.

Kiki is also a very skilled swimmer, and has a knowledge of ocean life (and the ocean in general) that surprises most people. Granted, that knowledge is not very extensive, but she hasn't received any formal education, making what she knows rather impressive.

History:
Kiki, like most sirens, was raised by a collection of sisters. All of the young sirens are sent to one of these collections shortly after they're born. They stay there until they turn fifteen, first learning from the older sirens, then teaching the younger ones. However, Kiki was taught differently. Her mother wanted someone who would be a bridge between humans and sirens, should the supernatural be revealed to the world. So when she had her daughter, she told the sisters to not teach her of the cruelness of the world, especially not of humans. She asked them to teach her to live among both groups instead.

The sisters agreed, but it wasn't anything they had tried before. In the end, they couldn't figure out how to balance her education, so they had to try to tell her what the world is like without any reasoning and with little negativity. Luckily for them, Kiki wasn't very curious.

And so at fifteen, Kiki went into the world completely unprepared and knowing only three things for certain. One, don't tell humans you're a siren. Two, get a job and pay your taxes. Three, if you need help, ask a sister. And she does. There's Chara, an older sister who was her main teacher, and Maria, a sister around her age who desperately hopes Kiki will be alright in the real world.

Of course, it wasn't easy those first few months. Kiki tried to go into the city, but whenever she did she couldn't figure out where to go or what to do. During this time, she met a human girl around her age- Alicia. Alicia had enough common sense for the both of them, and Kiki was good at being social, so they ended up becoming fast friends. Alicia helped get Kiki a job at the same place she worked, which was a restaurant right by the beach (although Kiki had to settle for dishwasher, since she refused to serve fish). Once Alicia graduated high school, she decided to help Kiki start on a business idea she had been having for a while, which was to sell necklaces she made from all the pretty shells she had been collecting. It was hard to start, especially with Alicia going into law school, but eventually they got a stand at the farmers market.

That's where she's been for the past several years of her life, but even she knows she's gotten very lucky. She's been hearing murmuring of a change in the council, or something like that, among some of her patrons, but she hasn't heard anything about it from Alicia or any news sources, so she doesn't know what that's about.

Psychological Profile:
Kiki was raised to be ignorant of her serroundings. Her perception of the world is almost exactly the same as it was ten years ago. Alicia has been able to teach her how to get around in the human world, but it's still rather minimal, and she knows basically nothing about being a siren, and even less about the supernatural world in general.

However, being ignorant of that, she doesn't really know what she's missing. She's a very happy person, and likes to make others happy. And people tend to like socializing with her, although they find it hard to talk about anything serious with her. Her rather simple view on reality also makes it easy for her to see things as black and white and remove the complexity from situations that shouldn't be simplified. Alicia has very recently realized this flaw, and is beginning to think she should bring it up, but hasn't done anything with it yet.

She really does believe in the best of the world, which would be true even if she knew what was really going on. Overall, she's very naive, but very loving and hopeful.

Possessions:
She almost always carries a beach bag with her. Inside she always has at least three bottle of water, a waterproof wallet that only contains the money she earns from her stall, and her necklaces on work days. She hides those and her one outfit underneath a dock by her territory. That territory isn't very large nor properly defended, but there aren't any other sirens close enough to take it.

Yes, and:
She met Graham a few weeks ago, and she decided to chat with him. Somehow, they both learned the other was supernatural in the conversation. Kiki, not knowing much about the supernatural, decided to ask a few questions. She hasn't hit any questions with obvious answers yet, so Graham isn't suspicious (as far as she knows. Not like she's trying to hide it). Whenever she sees him, she always asks more questions, and she's starting to see him as a sort of mentor figure.

[Wraithblade6]

Name: Lord Varomere
Age: You don't know, but you can imagine a few centuries.
Gender: Male
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Vampire

Physical Description: WIP

Talents: Lord Varomere has psychic warding and pyrokinesis as well as some level of supernatural strength, speed, and healing ability. He's not so "stuck in the past" as you might expect from an old geezer who could totally rely on magic and influence.

History: Lord Varomere has long been established in the New Camden area. He lives in an estate several miles outside the city proper in the hills/mountains. A number of supernaturals live among his court, in secret of course, ie. humans assume it's just an old wealthy family or some such. Lord Varomere handles all the finances online and keep the place fairly off the radar. He is known to have lived in Europe originally, probably Poland or Germany, but he speaks English well. Rumor has it he was a knight before he became a vampire, but history gets lost beyond the dark ages.

Psychological Profile: Varomere is of the mind that immortals are superior to humans. He does not highly value human life and is inclined to see the days of vampire world domination. However, he also values his own life and is not an instigator.

Possessions: A vampire doesn't need much, but weapons are worthwhile. He has a few musical instruments, a motocycle, and a hidden arms room in his estate. Those who live under his roof have their own possessions.

Yes, and: He tolerated Caradoc de Lacy with mutual respect and also abided by the code of the masquerade among humans. He has no ties to the new warlock and regards him with cautious suspicion. The last thing he wants is a failing war with humanity generated by some upstart magic user. Varomere has enjoyed taunting the Conovers and leading Grey on wild goose-chases. He'd probably welcome any characters that want to be a part of his clan.