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Swiss Army Jesus

Dante Stagnum

Age
⚫ Eighteen

Gender
⚫ Male

Ethnicity
⚫ Anglo-Saxon

Height
⚫ 6'1" (roughly 185cm)

Weight
⚫ 165lbs (79kg)

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Mutant's Mark
⚫ Dante's arms and legs are naturally scarred in a way that looks like his veins are accented, much like a lightening scar. The veins are a dark red and trickle from his shoulders to his finger tips as well as his thighs to the tips of his toes.

Appearance
⚫ Dante is lean, yet muscularly toned with generally unkempt dark hair and is almost never clean shaven, looking stubbly on his best days and akin to a homeless vagrant on his worst.
⚫ He keeps his wardrobe simple and functional, preferring long sleeves and pants to help hide his abnormality. He is not one for extravagance nor does he feel the need to impress others with his appearance.
⚫ He has dark bags under his eyes, giving evidence to his insomnia.

Personality
⚫ Dante is a fan of gambling and competition in general.
⚫ He is initially timid around new people but once you win over his trust, he can be an extremely loyal companion.
⚫ When he is tired, which is quite often, he can become snarky and sarcastic. On a day where he is more well rested and content, he can be quite compassionate and empathetic.
⚫ He is not afraid to be alone, though he does prefer the company of others. He recognizes that being part of a team as well as being your own person both have their advantages.
⚫ Dante can be underhanded and sneaky as a means of self preservation. He does not wish ill will upon others as a policy, but if your goals hinder his, he will always choose his first.

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Everyday Skills
⚫ Dante is a gifted picker of locks and pockets, both of which he employs regularly to make ends meet and fill his stomach.
⚫ He is also quite adept at moving stealthily in addition to being gifted in the art of camouflage.

Combat Skills
⚫ When in combat, Dante is does not employ much finesse, instead usually letting his adrenaline take hold. His fighting style could be best described as a berserk flurry of rage. All offense, very little defense.
⚫ Dante is adept at bladed weapons, usually opting for the ones nature has given him as oppose to ones made by man.

Equipment
⚫ Dante carries very little on his person other than a money bag and a satchel that straps over his shoulder for various storage purposes. He almost always carries flint as well in case he ever has to camp outside.

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Powers
⚫ Bio Morphing/Shapeshifting
⚫ Dante's appendages, primarily (but not limited to) his arms, hands and fingers are able to be genetically modified at will, changing size, shape and even material. Specifically, Dante can modify them to stretch in length into a sort of tendril and transform parts or all of them into a durable metallic substance akin to steel.
⚫ There are various applications for his transformations ranging from a tendril with a bladed tip (which can act as a grapple, a harpoon or a razor sharp whip), his fingers can be modified to act as lock picks (for instance), or he can transform his entire arm into a malleable bio-sword.
⚫ His appendages, specifically, can heal at an accelerated rate. If his arm were to be severed, he'd have a fresh one within days. He also had advanced control over the biology of said appendages meaning he can clot and close wounds that they endure at will.

Weaknesses
⚫ He cannot currently change his entire body. His torso, abdomen and face are mostly human in description and his most vulnerable areas.
⚫ While Dante has some fairly useful features, he is not immune to pain or damage. If you strike a sword at the hilt, the hilt may become dented, but it's still a usable sword. If you strike Dante's at the hilt, his arm is likely to come off.
⚫ Dante is vulnerable to all the dangers that a typical human would face. His abilities grant him some offensive and utility advantages but they provide very little in extraordinary defense. You engulf him in flame, and he will burn. You encase him in ice and it will lead to frostbite and ultimately death. While his abilities sound fantastical, he might as well just be a guy with a biological Swiss army knife, which doesn't make him much more of a threat than a regular human with bladed weapons.

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Broody McDrinksabit

Vangelis Waelvor

(aka Van to his friends and Emerald Shadow to his employers)

Race:
Half Human, Half Aen Seidhe (Elf)

Age:
29 years old

Gender:
Male

Birthplace:
Creyden

Profession:
Assassin

Appearance:
Standing at about 6'2" (188cm), Vangelis is a relatively tall, agile and slender mutt. Though his clothing hides a toned body, his musculature is not very bulky giving a false impression of his surprising strength. His ears are the most obvious giveaway to his inhuman racial influences, ending in points that he often hides in order to avoid prejudice. His eyes are a vibrant, nearly iridescent, emerald green. His face is marked with stubble, incapable of growing out a full beard. His wardrobe is often casual and light, consisting of dark, earthy cloths and leather as well as a hooded cloak that he utilizes for various means of stealth and anonymity. He will almost always be seen armed with his Elven bow, a quiver, crafted arrows and a sword at his side.

Personality:
Ice and Fire. It's the simplest way to explain the duality brought about by Vangelis' bipolarism. To trigger the warmth from the cold, one need only add alcohol. When he is sober, he extremely serious about any task he is on, typically executing it to perfection. His words may be few, but they are chosen with care. He can often seem detached from the world around him as he is focused on his assignment or his quest to find the next one.

When he's got the drink in him, an occasion he carefully selects, his is downright jovial, humorous, sociable and promiscuous. This side of him is typically on display after a particularly fruitful mission has been completed or if he intends to drown out any nightmares that may be haunting him. He is a very big believer in the ideal of working hard and playing hard.

When it comes to trust and companionship, Vangelis holds his cards very close to the chest, letting a minute few truly passed his psychological wall. Once you've made it in, though, you've got an unlikely friend for life. When it comes to his morality, he doesn't see himself as a bad man despite his profession. In his mind, someone was going to get hired to do the job so why would he pass up the opportunity to get the coin for himself? His own code does prevent him from taking the lives of women and children, however. Beyond that, he'll do what is expected of him within reason and will seldom ask questions, a characteristic many of his employers appreciate.

History:
A mutt. Half in the world of the Aen Seidhe and half in the world of Mankind. One would think this would work to his advantage, able to pass for either, but one would be mistaken. An outcast of both species, Vangelis' early years could be summed up in one word: Rejection. Many fantasize about a sensual union with their partners that could produce offspring and develop into a family, living their days out in splendor and togetherness for many years to come. It was the dream.

Unfortunately for Vangelis, fate has determined he would live the nightmare.

Conceived through a rapacious encounter between an elderborn drifter and his young mother, Vangelis was cursed from the start. When word got out that his mother had been ravished and tainted, the townsfolk looked down upon them both with false faces as they feigned sympathy but felt contempt. It was a theme that Vangelis had never managed to escape. Being besmirched by their peers, the young woman took her child and raised him in isolation where she taught him what little she knew about living off the land and killing his own meals. The bow spoke to him most and the arrows with it would sing a muted song through the air before hitting their targets. With each release of the sinew, Vangelis felt a piece of nirvana which fueled his passion (and, frankly, his obsession) with perfecting his art.

Decades later, Vangelis had begun to develop other means of getting by such as stealing. Coupled with this newly honed talent came another essential trait: the ability to run very, very fast for the times that he overestimated his ability to be slight. Vangelis learned to move through a crowded street as a fish swims through a stream.

Eventually, his mother took sick and, with the little coin that had, there was not much they could do in the way of curing her ailments. When her last breath escaped, Vangelis was the embodiment of rage. Brawling in bars, finding himself in and out of jail cells, the distraught orphan continued to seek his own destruction. It wasn't until one fateful night when he met a elderborn gangster, who recognized him as a living canon, decided to point him in exchange for coin. Kill and get paid. That was the name of the game and Vangelis eagerly accepted.

His mentor, known as Geordan Waelvor, took him in and put him to work, equipping him with the tools he would need to carry out his tasks as well as the knowdge he would need to do it well. Moving from town to town, Geordan served as a manager of sorts while Vangelis was his living weapon. More a father to him than the one he shared blood with, Vangelis eventually took Georgan's surname and together they made a fortune painting the ground red.

Skills:
Swordsmanship
Vangelis is a skilled swordsman that can hold his own in most fights, but he would not be considered a master of that martial art. Often, he will take up his blade as a last resort, preferring to attack from a distance in most instances.

Archery
With his bow, Vangelis' combat prowess is rivaled by very few. Genetically influenced by a society predisposed to archery excellence, Vangelis has proven that he is among the best that his species has to offer. Whether stationary, in motion, combating winds or even great distances, Vangelis hardly ever misses his mark. His bow is Elven made; light, strong and durable. His arrows are often hand crafted by himself. When he has downtime, he can often be seen passing the time by crafting his own new munitions.

Stealth
Surprising for his height, Vangelis is very gifted at stepping lightly and blending in with shadows or the environment when the task calls for it. He can slow his breathing to a nearly inaudible rhythm. He can skillfully and quietly move over a variety of terrain conditions, carefully choosing what part of his foot will make contact with which part of the ground and applying exact pressure to minimize sound with surgical precision.

Agility
This tall man can move. Whether it's climbing a tree, scaling a wall, or free running across rooftops or in a market square, Vangelis has remarkable mobility. Though he will obviously make use of a horse to travel great distances, he will otherwise be on foot making any settlement his playground.

Poisons
There is an ocean of knowledge available in the world in terms of herbalism and alchemy. Vangelis' grasp of each is limited to those involved with making poisons. The most prolific application for his concoctions involved dipping his arrow heads in the chemicals to produce a variety of painful and sometimes fatal effects. To that end, he is also well versed in developing antidotes for the potions he crafts, a necessary precaution in case he were ever to accidentally infect himself.

Picker of Pockets and Locks
Vangelis is a novice lockpick, successfully able to open about half as many doors as he attempts to, but an advanced pickpocket. His hand can move like a ghost's, grabbing a coin purse or key with measured finesse.

Specialty: Assassination - With all Vangelis' skills combined, he has been incredibly successful at taking out foes quickly and quietly from afar. His weakness, however, would be prolonged combat engagements. He prefers to strike like a snake and move on and may prove to be vulnerable when tasked with prolonged close quarters combat.

Equipment:

• Whetstone
• Flint and tinder
• Satchel
• Six small viles, some empty and others filled with toxic substances
• A compact journal of notes detailing recipes, logs and names of import.
• Two lock pick sets

Weapons:

• Short steel sword
• Elven crafted bow
• Quiver and Arrows
• Knife
• Well filled coin purse

Armor: While most of his wardrobe is made of cloth, he dons leather boots, bracers and shoulder pads. His bracers are cuffed with a section of removable clasped steel that he applies as a means of blocking light attacks in an emergency situation.

Misc:

• A horse, called simply that, with a dark brown coat and a black mane.
• A saddle equipped with storage a bedroll.
• Short term provisions to keep him clothed and fed between city stops

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Age: 35 years old
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Fighting Style: Initially, Dan approaches a fight tactically, trying to make use of all his known advantages. However, if Dan is particularly passionate about the fight at hand, he becomes an explosion of unfiltered aggression.

Favored Constructs:

Beast Mode - Dan creates armor around himself in a hard light personification of his rage. Sometimes it's a werewolf, sometimes it's demonic, other times it may look a little different, but they all function the same way; provides hard light armor to enhance durability and extra melee damage output.

Six Shooters - When he's not a beast in man clothes, Dan leans toward his southern roots. As his most common construct, Dan materializes twin six shooters that can never run out of ammunition as his go-to enforcement weapons.

Flying Blades - When not using his revolvers, Dan will materialize sets of blades that resemble throwing knives, except much larger. These blades move at Dan's will and can change direction at a moment's notice. He uses them most when trying to pin a target to the wall or the ground.

Goblins - Dan's imagination embraces fantasy far more easily than realism. To that end, he can construct a deformed, cartoony version of a human far more easily than he can produce one without flaws. These deformed visages are lovingly referred to by him as his Goblins. The goblins are not independently sentient and are completely controlled by Dan. The amount of concentration it takes to control other hard light beings as well as his own body simultaneously is extremely mentally taxing, which is why he only uses this in dire emergencies and can handle no more than 2 goblins on the field at once.

Bio: Dan is a 17 year old kid in a 35 year old man's body, figuratively speaking. Born and raised in Texas, Dan kept himself entertained by watching monster movies and horror films in between living in a world surrounded by cows and hipsters. After Dan got out of college, he married his high school sweetheart, had a daughter and pursued a career in writing, making his imagination come to life on paper.

His writing career was off to a rough start. He was lucky enough that his wife, Donna, was making good money as an FBI special agent. Life was good until one day he got the call he never wanted to receive. His wife had fallen in the line of duty, victim to a terrorist organisation led by a person known only as El Chacal (or "The Jackal). Dan and his daughter adjusted to their new situation, but not smoothly. He started taking freelance jobs and submitting articles to any periodicals that would pay him, just to keep the lights on.

One day while he was walking home, a consequence of not being able to afford a car, Dan was stopped and held up at gunpoint by a thug covered in tattoos. Initially panicked, Dan's eyes came across one of the tats on the criminal's neck in the shape of a Jackal. Suddenly his vision tunneled and his apprehension went out the window. Rage was all that remained. Baring teeth and letting loose a roar typically only heard from lions, Dan tackled the hoodlum and tore into him until the man went limp, losing consciousness. Dan stood up, victorious, silently swearing that he wouldn't stop there. He would go all the way up the chain to El Chacal himself and avenge his wife's death. That's when a glowing object came down from the sky and stopped just in front of him. An emerald ring emanating light and power spoke out. "Dan Stagnum. You have the ability to overcome great fear. Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps."

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Name:
Rex Carmine

Age:
32

Skill:
• Hunter - Proficient in tracking, marksmanship, archery and stealth
• Primitive Survivalist - Proficient in setting up camp and living off the land
• Animal Tamer - Proficient in training and caring for animals from dogs to livestock

Preferred Weapons:
• 357 Magnum Revolver - A gun given to him by his late father. Rex only has a limited supply of bullets and the gun tends to be loud so it is only used in emergencies.
• Compact Compound Hunting Bow - Small and light, this bow packs a punch without being cumbersome. Rex wears a custom sling that houses the bow across his back with an added quiver filled with crude bolts that he whittles himself.
• Survival Knife - Whether he uses it as a weapon or a tool, Rex doesn't go anywhere without his knife.

Personality:
There are days when Rex embraces solitude. It's a simpler way to live in the midst of the apocalypse. Less mouths to feed, no need for suspicions about other peoples' motives. However, isolation has it's cost as well. In truth, Rex prefers the company of others and, when comfortable, can be quite funny, compassionate and fiercely loyal. However, if someone were to prove themselves unworthy of his friendship, he can be fiercely vengeful. He is low to trust, but once you've earned it, it's incredibly difficult to lose. He is also generous to a fault when it comes to those in his clan which whom he feels an obligation to protect. On cold, lonely nights, he is no stranger to brooding but he tries to keep his emotions in check.

He's got a love of drinking, smoking and gambling. In the times before the world turned upside down, he was a good ol' boy party animal raised on a ranch and brought up to enjoy the small things in life. Today, he still tries to embrace that mentality when he can, but the opportunities to do so are fewer and further between.

Brief Bio:
Rex was raised on his family's ranch. The sole son of his parents, he took over the property when they passed. He eventually found love in a woman named Nikki the two of them created a small picturesque family complete with their dog, a German Shepherd named King,
with a daughter on the way.

The beautiful dream life that Rex wove for himself soon came crashing down once the dead refused to stay that way. While Rex and King were out herding the cattle, the ranch house was quietly overtaken by walkers. A pregnant Nikki was alone, fending for herself against the shambling mass of grotesque horror. When Rex and King had returned, all they found inside the house were animated corpses, one of whom looked tragically familiar. The horde was too much to take on by himself so he decided to do the one thing he could to clear out the problem in one fell swoop; he set his familial home ablaze with the abominations trapped inside.

With no house, no more family and just his canine companion at his side, Rex fled his homestead and set off on his own, living off what nature provides and seeking companionship with the living or vengeance against the dead.

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Edvard Thévenet

Age: Appears 35 (Just over 1040 years old in actuality)

Ethnicity: Scandinavian

Eyes: Pale Green

Weight: 234 lbs (106kg)

Height: 6'4" (193 cm)

Appearance: Edvard's stare could bore through men like lasers, figuratively speaking. His skin is prestine and pale, wrapped around a well defined, large muscular body. His face hasn't been nude since he was an adolescent and has instead been decorated with a beard that usually spans down to the length of his neck. He often marks his body with tattoos to immortalize events in his endless life that he chooses to remember.

Relationships: Siress (Nathalie Katia Thévenet), eternal lover

Hobbies: Hunting (both animals and humans), gambling, smoking, fighting, blacksmithing

Personality: Quick to anger, rash, calculating, insatiable, arrogant, possessive, protective, sarcastic, tenacious, charming when he wants to be.

Abilities/Strengths:
Blood flow vision
Night Vision
Multilingual
Enhanced strength, regeneration, reflexes and durability proportionate to his advanced age which is rivaled by few
Teleportation

Weakness:
Sunlight will take an eventual toll, though he can survive it longer than most.
Contact with holy instruments and institutions cause irritation that is gradually increased with exposure, causing higher degrees of damage.
Psychologically, he loses his reason whenever he feels his queen is in danger, sending him into a state of berserk rage that is nearly impossible for him to control and incredibly difficult to come back from.

History:
Born into the light under a noble roof, Edvard was raised with certain privileges not afforded to the more downtrodden members of his town. Educated and professionally trained in combat, Edvard had a natural knack for spilling blood and doing so with wit. His battle prowess led to a reputation that bordered on myth. Seemingly unstoppable on the field of war, Edvard's name became infamous among his friends and foes alike. If ever there was an enemy to crush or a town to raid, Edvard was placed on the front lines. A human battering ram of passion and carnage, he would create a crimson path through his adversaries no matter how vast that were in numbers.

One day his infamy worked against him, however. In pursuit of raided spoils, Edvard made a mistake that nearly cost him his life. In a moment of arrogance, he squared off with a mountain of a man and decided he would fell the giant with his bare hands while the juggernaut was armed with two axes the size of normal men. Fate had other plans and Edvard met the razor sharp edges up close and personal. The others in his company quickly pulled the mortally wounded man out of harms way and attempted to crudely dress his wounds and return home for medical aid. All seemed lost and the spark within Edvard's heart grew exponentially dimmer. Once he was back in his home town, one could count the minutes left before his soul would evacuate his body. But someone refused to accept such a fate for him. His future queen intervened. That evening, he was reborn to darkness.

After becoming betrothed to his savior, Edvard embraced a nomadic lifestyle though the ages, changing his figurative mask with each passing generation. Where his bride went, he followed, even when it came to their eventual hibernation. After a generation of rest, there was a stirring... a call to arise. Edvard was nearly ready to answer it.

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Marrock, Lion's Sin of Pride

Name:

Marrock

Age:

41 (Appears 29)

Appearance:

Marrok's face was framed in dark unkempt hair, stubble, and protruding fangs that give away his dark origins.

Portrait

Race:

Vampire

Sin:

Lion's Sin of Pride

Backstory/how they got their sin:

Marrock was born under the sun's rays in the Kingdom of Edinburgh and, on his twenty-ninth birthday, he was born again... to the night. Twelve years ago, vampires who were imprisoned by the Demon King after their failure in the Holy War were suddenly freed through mysterious means. The clan established themselves in Edinburgh, massacring the population and turning them, too, into vampires. Marrock found himself amongst the changed.

When his blood was once warm, Marrok made a living as an actor, using his innate ability of illusion to put on captivating performances that ushered in coin and fame. Arrogance was quick to follow, however, and the young man began demanding preferential treatment from merchants whilst despising and shaming those he deemed as dirty peasants. Marrock surrounded himself with what luxuries were available and never moreso than on his birthday. That night, the monsters attacked and chaos ensued. Thinking himself a warrior and a great speaker after having played one for so long, Marrock tried to stand up to the fiends, to reason with them. Their reply was swift and bloody.

After being attacked, Marrock tried to hide amidst the chaos and hellish assault, using his abilities to camouflage his whereabouts. Just ahead of him, he caught notice of a poor, young girl. Her tears paved trails of cleanliness on dirt covered cheeks as she looked around desperately for her parents, her cries drowned out by the horrific screams of the townsfolk. The more he lost blood, the weaker Marrock became. He really only had enough energy to cast an illusion of concealment on one of them, but not both. She was gutter trash. He was the great Marrock, weaver of stories and master of fantasy. Marrock made his choice.

Resistance to the curse became increasingly futile until Marrock finally had to give in to the darkness. Moments later, he was a new person. A ravenous, cold shadow of his former self, Marrock has walked the earth for over two decade as a vampire with an extraordinary set of gifts, the sight of that little girl being town to bits forever playing back in his mind, gnawing at his guilt, his sacrifice of innocence. Wallowing in mild depression, Marrock can be seen most haunting taverns and gambling tables, though you may just catch sight of him in the audience if a theatre troupe is in town.

Powers:

Enhances abilities at Night (Racial)
Faster, stronger, more powerful... Marrock's abilities are naturally enhanced when the sun goes down.

Regeneration (Racial)
Gifted with an unnatural ability to regenerate, which is enhances greatly by the consumption of blood.

Possession (Racial)
The ability to feed on a victim and turn them into an undead slave.

Light Manipulation (Sin Oriented)
The ability to manipulate light for a variety of applications, of which are still evolving.

Angel's Touch - A focused expulsion of light out of Marrock's palm resulting in a powerful laser blast.
Devil's Sight - Marrock can manipulate light particles to create visual illusions, though these illusions are not tangible.
Bring The Night - The ability to bend light away, creating shadow and darkness. He passively uses this power to keep an aura of darkness around himself, limited any irritation caused by the sun.

Side effects of powers:

Marrock's entire life force is fueled by blood consumption. His powers are no different; use of his powers drain him physically and significant displays would require a feeding to fully recover from.

Sacred treasure:

Unquenchable Parasol Zepar - A contactable umbrella composed of several metal, detachable razors. With a precise flick or gesture, the razors fly off of the umbrella's mast, soaring towards its target. Each blade can be recalled by will back to the umbrella. Fully composed, the umbrella also serves as a formidable shield and the magic imbued within the sacred treasure also allows for controlled flight, albeit only at casual speeds, not nearly fast enough for complex combat applications.

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Extras:
The Lion's Sin of Pride mark resides in his right palm.

Mark of Pride

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The Smartest Man In The Room

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Name: Cletus Hickman

Gender: Male

Age: 40

Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Cletus is not particularly imposing. He is the product of a healthy diet consisting of beer and beef jerky, almost exclusively. Portly, unkempt and shrouded in odor that could make a person suddenly lose their sense of location, Cletus is certainly impressionable when you first meet him. With a wardrobe that includes overalls, 1 of 2 shirts that he rotates around during the week and a cap, it's not hard to recognize this man from a distance. He almost always looks the same as he did the day, the month, the year before.

Applied Position: Pump Attendant

BUCKET LIST

REASON FOR EMPLOYMENT: In Cletus' words: "The beer ain't gonna pay for itself." Not exactly a go-getter, the man took a job at the gas station because no one else wanted him. Despite his efforts in various interview processes to educate his potential employers about government conspiracies including, but not limited to, mind controlling nano bots that are injected into your blood when you vaccinate, how Mark Zuckerberg is actually a member of the Reptilian race and Facebook is his way of creating an index of all living humans, and how ghosts aren't really dead people (just flashes of other humans living in a parallel dimension), it always somehow resulted in him getting passed over or quickly terminated. That was until he came to Gas-Way.

BUDGETING: Cletus' expenditures all involve the 3 B's; Beer, Beef Jerky and Boobs. Despite his dashing appearance and suave charm, Ol' Clete has never been accused of being a ladies man. Instead, his courtship of the fairer sex often involves poles and dollar bills.

LIKES: The 3 B's explained above as well as NASCAR, InfoWars and cat videos

DISLIKES: "Funny Folk", the Illuminati, Reptilians and taxes

TRINKETS: One multi-tool that he keeps in his side pocket, one wrench that he has secured in a loop on his overalls and a nudey magazine rolled up and tucked in his back pocket.

BACKGROUND CHECK

With 2 years out of 4 of a high school education under his belt, Cletus' professional resume is largely undocumented. Realizing he could not sustain a living by solely changing buddies' brakes in their driveway or fixing broken lawn mowers, Cletus branched out to various mechanic shops. While his work was on point, his personality was not which always left him back out on the streets within weeks. Finally he found a home at the Gas-Way where he was kept mostly away from people, telling his stories of impending invasion to the pumps and the refuse.

SKILLS AND QUALIFICATIONS

Mechanically Savvy > Put him in front of a computer and Cletus is destined to go crosseyed. Bring him a beater that won't start and he'll have her purring within a week.

Simple, but Obedient > Cletus knows he's not a leader and while he's also not very self motivated, he will perform the tasks he is assigned, typically without question.

Emotionally Impervious > Criticize him, insult him, degrade his station... Cletus, like the honey badger, don't care. His short attention span and lack of empathy makes him emotionally invincible.

Paranoid > Cletus will converse with anyone and, yet, trust no one. Willing to believe any conspiracy theory presented to him, the good ol' boy delights in the mistrust of society and denounces anything that sounds suspiciously like malarkey such as science, the government and glutens.

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Oswald "Oz, Ozzie" Shaw

Age:

33

Role:

Stoner (every horror movie needs one!)

Psychic:

No

Skills/Abilities of Note:

Oz is a great reader of body language and, despite the laid back way in which he typically carries himself, he can be a very persuasive individual and is surprisingly business savvy. He is also the first to jump toward practical solutions to problems, even if those solutions seem cowardly. In his business (the collecting and distributing of certain plants), he's learned to handle small firearms and can throw a punch but is, by no means, a seasoned or trained fighter. He is a novice, through and through, and typically relies on wit, resources, or his ability to run away to solve or dismiss his problems.

Willpower:

4*

Fear:

4*

Background:

Typically a guy that likes to dabble in his own supply, Ozzie is your run of the mill stoner whose life is themed around his product. Funny, opportunistic and resourceful, Oz is a pretty entertaining person to have around. After high school, Oz forwent college to jump right into business, first as a runner before creating a more entrepreneurial enterprise. Now he spends most of the time in a trashy house that he owns with people constantly trafficking in and out. (Think James Franco from Pineapple Express).
After hearing about his clients' encounters with monsters, his paranoia is at an all-time high, which leads him to self medicate even more, exacerbating an ouroboros lifestyle.

Previous Encounter/s:

No - Oz has not had any direct contact but, through his various clientele and associates, he is aware of others' stories about their own encounters. Because of this, he is very timid about being out at night and keeps a handgun with him at all times.

Resources:

Due to the shadiness of his business, Oz has a full Rolodex (figuratively speaking) of other shady people that might be willing to help in a pinch, which he has saved in his Cell Phone, an item he is tethered to 24 hours a day with plenty of various power cord adapters so that he can charge in a car, in an outlet, through a USB and even has a small powerbank. He also owns one handgun with a small supply of ammo that he mostly has for show and is never without product, a small pipe, a lighter and some papers.

Odds of Survival:

1

*these numbers are tentative and due to change at the GM/Co-GM's discretion. My main goal is to imply that Oz is fairly weak willed, but not a pushover and can be easily scared, but won't run from every fight.

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Marrock, Lion's Sin of Pride

Name:

Marrock

Age:

41 (Appears 29)

Appearance:

Marrok's face was framed in dark unkempt hair, stubble, and protruding fangs that give away his dark origins.

Portrait

Race:

Vampire

Sin:

Lion's Sin of Pride

Backstory/how they got their sin:

Marrock was born under the sun's rays in the Kingdom of Edinburgh and, on his twenty-ninth birthday, he was born again... to the night. Twelve years ago, vampires who were imprisoned by the Demon King after their failure in the Holy War were suddenly freed through mysterious means. The clan established themselves in Edinburgh, massacring the population and turning them, too, into vampires. Marrock found himself amongst the changed.

When his blood was once warm, Marrok made a living as an actor, using his innate ability of illusion to put on captivating performances that ushered in coin and fame. Arrogance was quick to follow, however, and the young man began demanding preferential treatment from merchants whilst despising and shaming those he deemed as dirty peasants. Marrock surrounded himself with what luxuries were available and never moreso than on his birthday. That night, the monsters attacked and chaos ensued. Thinking himself a warrior and a great speaker after having played one for so long, Marrock tried to stand up to the fiends, to reason with them. Their reply was swift and bloody.

After being attacked, Marrock tried to hide amidst the chaos and hellish assault, using his abilities to camouflage his whereabouts. Just ahead of him, he caught notice of a poor, young girl. Her tears paved trails of cleanliness on dirt covered cheeks as she looked around desperately for her parents, her cries drowned out by the horrific screams of the townsfolk. The more he lost blood, the weaker Marrock became. He really only had enough energy to cast an illusion of concealment on one of them, but not both. She was gutter trash. He was the great Marrock, weaver of stories and master of fantasy. Marrock made his choice.

Resistance to the curse became increasingly futile until Marrock finally had to give in to the darkness. Moments later, he was a new person. A ravenous, cold shadow of his former self, Marrock has walked the earth for over two decade as a vampire with an extraordinary set of gifts, the sight of that little girl being town to bits forever playing back in his mind, gnawing at his guilt, his sacrifice of innocence. Wallowing in mild depression, Marrock can be seen most haunting taverns and gambling tables, though you may just catch sight of him in the audience if a theatre troupe is in town.

Powers:

Enhances abilities at Night (Racial)
Faster, stronger, more powerful... Marrock's abilities are naturally enhanced when the sun goes down.

Regeneration (Racial)
Gifted with an unnatural ability to regenerate, which is enhances greatly by the consumption of blood.

Possession (Racial)
The ability to feed on a victim and turn them into an undead slave.

Light Manipulation (Sin Oriented)
The ability to manipulate light for a variety of applications, of which are still evolving.

Angel's Touch - A focused expulsion of light out of Marrock's palm resulting in a powerful laser blast.
Devil's Sight - Marrock can manipulate light particles to create visual illusions, though these illusions are not tangible.
Bring The Night - The ability to bend light away, creating shadow and darkness. He passively uses this power to keep an aura of darkness around himself, limited any irritation caused by the sun.

Side effects of powers:

Marrock's entire life force is fueled by blood consumption. His powers are no different; use of his powers drain him physically and significant displays would require a feeding to fully recover from.

Sacred treasure:

Unquenchable Parasol Zepar - A contactable umbrella composed of several metal, detachable razors. With a precise flick or gesture, the razors fly off of the umbrella's mast, soaring towards its target. Each blade can be recalled by will back to the umbrella. Fully composed, the umbrella also serves as a formidable shield and the magic imbued within the sacred treasure also allows for controlled flight, albeit only at casual speeds, not nearly fast enough for complex combat applications.

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Extras:
The Lion's Sin of Pride mark resides in his right palm.

Mark of Pride

Magnificent Bastards

Nowhere to Hyde

Inspiration: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Abilities/ Skills:

Advanced Intelligence - Ward's father came from a scientific background and the young man has a natural affinity for knowledge in general. His modified genetics, thanks to his father's altered genes, also aid in his ability to process, analyze and memorize information. Because of this, his is multilingual, an expert chemist and fluent in most forms of technology. The nearly constant activity in his mind often gets in the way of his sleep. On any given day, Ward typically only rests for a couple of hours before getting back to work.

Highly Durable - While Ward can't flip a car over with his bare hands, his body is unnaturally fortified. While he can be broken, it would take a lot of concentrated effort. For example, if you were to hit him with a car, he would likely pick himself back up and dust himself off before going on with his business, but if you were to shove a grenade down his throat, he would most certainly be done for. Bullets will tear through his skin, but they wouldn't necessarily be able to make it through his bones unless they were high caliber armor piercing rounds.

Combat Proficiency - Ward's physical strength is comparable to any other human, however he has trained himself in various forms of armed and unarmed combat and is proficient with a variety of weapons, which aids greatly in the day to day operation of his criminal empire.

Telepathy - Ward's supernatural mind is so advanced that he soon discovered he could enter others' minds as well. While the ability to rapaciously read a person's mind is incredibly difficult, especially depending on the person, his ability to communicate with others through a mental connection is easily done. On weaker minded individuals (Read: mostly Trash NPCs), he can even induce behavior akin to hypnosis. While the limits of this ability are not currently known, he mostly uses it as a supernatural walkie talkie to direct his cronies or terrify his enemies.

History:

Dr. Henry Jekyll gave birth to Mr. Edward Hyde through chemical induction, creating a monster composed of his own evil. Mr. Hyde was conniving, harbored murderous intent and had a power of will that eventually overtook Jekyll's psyche. Soon Dr. Henry Jekyll ceased to exist, being consumed by his own creation. Eventually, there was only Hyde.

The potion that gave Hyde life also gave him power. His body and mind were forever altered, fortified and corrupted. As Edward Hyde made his way in the world, he satisfied whatever urge happened to pique his interest, including those of a carnal nature. That is where our story starts for our Ward, the one and only son of Mr. Edward Hyde.

Ward grew up a bastard to a whore. Nothing about him fit the mold of "normal". One need only be within a few paces of him to feel his eerie presence. Quiet and calculating, fearless and also horrifying, Ward is certainly his father's son but perhaps an improvement upon the original. Whereas his father was known to be a man of monstrous strength, Ward's greatest power does not live in the fibers of his muscles. Instead, his horrifying abilities come from his mind.

Growing up in poverty, Ward quickly learned meaning of survival on the streets. While his mother turned tricks, he busied himself with organizing scores, small time burglaries and pickpocketing with a gang of like-minded youths. His prowess for strategy and action was obvious to all and as the years went by, his small gang of street rats turned into a criminal empire with him at the head of the table.

Ward's abilities manifested when he was in his teenage years and were invaluable to cementing his status as top dog among his degenerate ilk. He would terrorize his foes, entering their minds and relentlessly haunting them, pushing them to the brink of madness until they surrendered to his will or forfeited their life.

Everyone in his hometown grew to know his name, but none would dare speak it. He was the living Boogeyman who ruled the city with an iron fist. He had one demand: Fall in line or bleed. Even his own mother grew to fear him. She lived alone in a luxurious home that Ward bought for her, filled with hired help that would see to her needs, but calling it a 'life' was a stretch of the word. She was an animal in an expensive cage from which she would never be allowed to escape. In Ward's mind, he was keeping her safe. To her, she was a prisoner.

Ward's supernatural infamy and penchant for bloodshed eventually caught the attention of the Lord of Darkness, who presented Ward with a lucrative offer. Join him and open up up his assets for Dracula's use and in return he would give Ward access to more power than he could ever hope to gain on his own. While Ward wasn't sure if he truly needed what the vampire was offering, his curiosity was formidable enough that he gave in and agreed to combine resources before formally taking a seat on the Council of the Night.

Goals:

Ward's goal is to conquer. He wants life to bend to his will and he will stop at nothing to accrue the power he needs to make that happen.

Theme Song: Killing Strangers

Notes: The original Mr. Edward Hyde (Senior) is said to still exist in the world, though Ward has no interest in seeking him out. In his mind, if his father wants nothing to do with him then, in return, he wants nothing to do with his father.