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Hidden Among the Shadows - A Supernatural Inspired RP

Christian Jones

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Christian Jones

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Character Summary

Name: Christian Jones
Aliases: Chris
Age: Unknown; Looks to be in his early thirties.
Birthday: Unknown
Ethnicity: African Descent
Species: Reaper
Birth Place: Unknown
Gender: Male
Languages: All

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Appearance

Height: 6’
Weight: 165
Body Type: Athletic
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Black
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Blue Diamond stud piercing left ear
Personal Style:

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Psychology

Quiet * Intense * Loyal * Over-Bearing * Inquisitive * Obsessive

Sexuality: Unknown
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Adapts, blends in, comforting and compassionate. Passionate about his role to the point of being overbearing and obsessive. Has an intense look that comes across as if he is staring into your very soul.
Hobbies: Reading; People watching;
Fears:

Likes:

• Art Museums
• Memoir books
• Animals
• Nature

Dislikes:

• Littering
• Rudeness
• Reaping children
• Violent Killers

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History

Biography:
Not much is known about Christian before he became a reaper. Was he born a reaper? Did he die and then get turned into one? Even Christain doesn’t know. For as long as he can remember, he has been bringing souls to the other side. Heaven, Hell, and everywhere in between. It is all he knows. He has remained loyal to Death and neutral in his task, but recently he has been questioning all the seemingly senseless deaths in the world. The children who die and the violent deaths. Of course, Christian is happy when the souls choose to move on, but those who remain have started to stick with Christian. Why would some of these people decide to stay behind, watching those live on, ignorant of the pain they caused or the loss the families are feeling?
Currently, Christian is searching for a purpose in his life. Something to give immortality meaning again.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Spooky -- Dusty Springfield
Reaper lore taken from Supernatural Wiki

Hidden Among the Shadows - A Supernatural Inspired RP

Using lore from "Supernatural", we aim to create a new story about a reaper who harbours a soft spot for the humans he is meant to reap. When a human learns about the creatures that go bump in the night, she becomes set on avenging those she lost. Our reaper and human team up to stop those who wish to do harm in the world.

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

Annika watched the shadows enclose around her. It happened slowly and yet at one moment Annika could see and then she couldn't. She reached her hand out, expecting to grasp something solid but connected with nothing. Although Annika was comfortable in the shadows, her heart did start to pound the longer she remained blind.

Jack's hand connected with Annika's shoulder, causing her to jump until she could suddenly see; everything. She turned her head this way and that, seeing the world around her in a different light. It was then that Annika realized she didn't understand the shadows, not the way Jack did. There was an entirely different level to them that she had yet to unlock.

Annika looked at Jack while he explained. She felt suddenly small and rather inexperienced. She looked away from Jack, feeling sheepish.

”You know I lack patience,” she said, looking back at him. ”But I'll try, dad. I'll work on it,” she promised him.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Ezekiel Kel

Location: Roman Side - CHB
Skills:

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...people who don’t care. Demetri’s words cut through what was left of Ezekiel’s heart. First, Nancy ripped it out, and then Demetri squished it into the ground. No matter what Ezekiel tried to do, be an asshole, be generous, or compromise his feelings, he wasn’t good enough. He couldn’t be enough.

While Zeke felt everything shattering on the inside, everything was exploding on the outside. He watched Nancy launch herself at Demetri after calling him a derogatory term, one that made Zeke feel sick to his stomach.

His entire body vibrated with a deep anger that he hadn’t felt since he was a kid when his powers had first developed. Ezekiel felt he was on the verge of losing control, but he didn’t care because everything was out of control anyway.

”EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP!” he screamed. He looked at Demetri, who had blood streaming down his face; Nancy, who had Demi’s blood on her hands; Niah, in her quiet rage; and Alexios and Hercules, who were holding people back. ”Nancy, you can’t use that word anymore. Demetri, Leandra may have been your friend, but she has a long history with New Rome. One that predates your friendship. Everyone just…back off and worry about yourselves.” Zeke had moved to stand in between both groups at this point. His back was to Nancy while he looked at Alexios helping Demetri, the final nail in the coffin.

Chicago After Hours

Aspen Creek Mystery - Part 1

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Avery Zain

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Location: Outside the Aspen Creek Pack Territory - Aspen Creek, MT
Skills:

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Montana was a wasteland in the middle of January. A cold, white, frigid wasteland. Avery blew on his gloved hands, trying to warm the tips of his fingers up. It was insane to feel cold like this. However, Avery would have to stand outside for as long as the wolf, who stood a hundred yards from him, kept him there.

Yellow eyes met him through the trees, a low snarl vibrating from its throat. The sound raised the hair on the back of Avery’s neck. He shifted his eyes away from the wolf and bowed his head.

”Peace, Brother Wolf. I come at the orders from the Marrock.”

A week ago, Avery received a phone call from the original werewolf asking for help. It had been a strange phone call. Firstly, you never wanted to receive a call from the Marrock. Secondly, he never asked for help. But whatever was going on, Bran needed the extra muscle and Avery couldn’t deny the alpha of all werewolves his request. No matter how difficult it would be to leave Kiki.

Avery had asked his girlfriend to come with him, but she was otherwise detained. Kimiko was a private investigator by trade and had been working on a case when Avery received Bran's call. Of course, Avery understood her need to stay behind to work, but that hadn’t made leaving easier. As soon as Avery had left Caden’s property, Avery’s breathing had grown restricted. He had made it to the airport in record time, shaving twenty minutes off the usual drive time. Now that Avery was standing over fourteen hundred miles away, that anxious, uneasy feeling he was experiencing from missing a part of his soul, didn’t go away. And the wolf staring him down was only making the man more agitated.

Avery’s skin prickled with the feeling of magic in the air. He looked up to see a man standing where the wolf had been. Charles, Bran’s executioner and son, stood with a distant look in his eyes.

“We would have picked you up from the airport,” Charles simply said.

Avery swallowed and shrugged his shoulders, looking away from the more dominant wolf.

”Needed the space to adjust to being…” Avery trailed off, feeling the words getting caught in his throat.

“Ah. You’ve mated. That feeling doesn’t get easier. Come. No need to freeze your ass off.” Charles walked forward, leading Avery to the house hidden within the Montana wilderness's thick pine trees.

”If you think this is cold, try Chicago. The wind off the river is nightmarish with the humidity. You never warm up,” Avery informed Charles.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He opened the door, leading Avery inside and down the hallway to Bran’s office.

The Marrock sat in a large office chair that somehow seemed small despite its size. The man who encompassed it had that larger-than-life personality. Avery looked away instantly, knowing Bran was the superior here. The power of the original werewolf was undeniable. At least Caden seemed to dim his magic so as not to overpower Avery. But if Caden and Bran ever got into a pissing match, Avery wasn’t confident Bran would win.

The man looked up and smiled as if Bran could hear Avery’s thoughts. “Avery Zain. Welcome back. You are looking well.” Bran nodded to the chairs sitting on the other side of the desk/ Avery took a seat, and Charles left them to it. “How is Caden?”

”On vacation. Somewhere far warmer than this.”

Bran chuckled. “Yes, I’m afraid it does get rather cold in the Northern Basin. You’ll get used to it.”

Avery raised his eyebrows. ”How long are you wanting me here?” Avery was expecting a week at the most. He wasn’t sure he would be able to last longer than that without Kimiko.

Bran grinned, a twinkle in his eyes before he shrugged. “We’ll see. For now, let me catch you up to speed.”

Aspen Creek Mystery - Part 2

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Avery Zain

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Location: Aspen Creek Pack Territory - Aspen Creek, MT
Skills:

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Forty-five minutes later, Avery walked out of Bran’s office, the remnants of a chuckle shining in his eyes. Bran’s hand rested on Avery’s shoulder, leading him towards the kitchen.

”I’ll head into town, see if there is something I can sense or uncover,” Avery said. He walked over to a bar stool and took a seat next to the counter. ”Do you have a car I could borrow?”

“Of course.” Bran rummaged through the fridge, searching for various food items before he started cooking. “I appreciate your help on this, Avery. This is normally something I or Charles would be able to easily take care of but it seems I need something, or rather someone, with a bit more finesse.”

”Honestly, I’m flattered you thought of me,” Avery said.

“Well, I confess my reason for asking you is double-sided.”

”Oh?” Avery looked at Bran with interest. Bran looked at Avery with a sheepish smile. Slowly, Avery realized what Bran was probably referring to, and he started to shake his head.

“Oh, come now, Avery. You had to know I was going to ask. I still don’t see why you wouldn’t want your own pack. Caden has helped you grow infinitely stronger and wiser. I’m confident you would thrive leading your own pack.

”Well I’m not,” Avery said defiantly.

New York Mystery

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Raúl Alonso

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Location: Chicago, IL
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Raúl slowly smiled when the woman asked to see his badge. He supposed she had every right to, even if she was just a bystander rather than a witness to the crime. Raúl slipped a hand inside his jacket and pulled out a card. He flipped it over and handed it to her.

”Raúl Alonso. I’m a private investigator. I was called in to assist with the case,” he briefly explained to Amara. ”I would suggest heading home. The streets at night won’t be safe until whatever did this has been stopped,” Raúl stated.

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

The shadows shied away from Annika’s touch, seeming to taunt her. They danced around her hand before fading from her completely. Annika opened her eyes, dropped her hands, and pouted. She stared at her father’s shadow knife, still intact even though Annika had been trying to mold the shadow to her will.

Annika crossed her arms and huffed. Jack’s words filtered in, informing her of his struggles, but Annika didn’t understand it. What she did understand was what Jack could do. Now. She wanted to do the same and then improve upon it.

”See through shadows? How do you see through shadows?” Annika’s voice turned petulant, annoyed with her lack of progress.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: Botanical Gardens — New Orleans
Skills:
Fit

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Chrysi didn't seem to care about Antoinette’s statement or any of the others. In fact, she seemed down right apathetic. Antoinette frowned and took a step forward before she collapsed. A strange fog coloured Antoinette's mind, like she was waking after a deep sleep or hungover.

Antoinette blinked and sat up to the sound of Pietro's voice in her head, but Pietro was nowhere around her. Grey emptiness sounded her, but as it started to fade she saw Guin was with her. They had to be inside Chrysi’s mind then. But where was Mary?

Antoinette stood, feeling physically unharmed and looked around. ”Mary?” Antoinette prayed Mary's mind was still present. If Antoinette was responsible for breaking the last ties Mary had to holding back Chrysi, Antoinette wasn't sure what she would do.

Edus's voice was a temporary distraction. Antoinette mulled over his words, knowing his plan was close to what she was originally trying to do. Antoinette was willing to try again, as was Guin it seemed. Antoinette watched the door appear and noted the sword in Guin’s hand. Antoinette couldn't help but picture an Artemis-like figure at seeing Guin ready for battle. Antoinette decided she would like to paint that picture. Without further hesitation, she nodded and followed Guin through the door.

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

Patience had never been Annika's strong suit. She was a perfectionist, and for her, that meant getting the trick right the first time. She stared at the shadows, feeling a familiar kinship with them and reached out to touch them. However, they quickly faded to do her father's bidding.

Annika had always been fascinated with watching her father work. She knelt on the ground, watching the shadows shift and form with rapt attention. Annika looked up at Jack when he relayed his instructions. She nodded curtly, her face contorting to one of concentration before she shut her eyes. She held her arms out, feeling more connected to the shadow realm when she did such things. The power of the Everdark came to her easily, the trick was keeping its attention long enough to work with her.

Annika pictured the knife in her mind's eye. The colour, the weight, the feel, and the shape. She wanted to create something authentic and real, but with the power the shadow contained. She tried not to force the change like her father had instructed but Annika was eager.

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

Annika sighed and spun around on the ball of her right foot. She tucked her hands behind her, clasping them, and walked into the hallway with her father. The house had shifted again, something that Annika had grown used to it. It made hide-n-seek a lot more fun.

She looked up at her father, measuring his words and the truth behind them. Magic made sense to her. It had come easily, but more challenges came as Annika grew. It came harder for a spell to work just right, but the thrill Annika felt when it did work made all the frustrations more bearable.

”I understand,” she said. ”Doesn’t make it any less frustrating.”