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Name: Andrew P. Nickname*: Andy Species: Demon Appearance: White hair, red eyes, fangs. Average build. Age: 437 Gender: Male History: Mother was a low life human, father a higher up on the big man's list. This led to much argument and harassment from those around him. His brother Nathaniel found a way to make him a full out demon for the mere sake of the embarressment of the procedure (think explicit perverted means). He met Jasha and, being one of the first two to be kind to each other, quickly became friends and even quicker more than that. Eventually the two ran away to the human world together and have been there ever since. Personality: Sadistic and cruel to most people, he has a certains soft spot for Jasha and rarely listens to anyone. He is usually donning a knowing smirk. Occupation: drifter/ criminal Likes: Jasha, alcohol, freaking people out Dislikes: Incubi, stupid bimbos, Worst/greatest fear: Loosing Jasha Was there someone who affected who you are today*: Older half brother Nathaniel Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Weapon*: Seven throwing daggers he always keeps on his belt ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Niek Minoru Surosu Aasti Cavitas Nickname*: Niek (NEEK) Species: Fae- Dryaid and Salamander Lovechild Appearance: Swamp brown eyes, wavy shoulder length hair that looks poorly dyed red, red and brown skin, a little smaller than average human height Age: 57 Gender: Male History: ??? Personality: Apathetic, loner, prone to sudden outbursts of flame when angry Occupation: N/A Likes: Being alone, fireplaces, quiet, forests Dislikes: Fireplaces, annoying people, being in a crowded place, iron, loud noises Worst/greatest fear: Fire and death Was there someone who affected who you are today*: No one Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Truco and illusions Weapon*: Whatever he gets his hands on ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Nathaniel Polvak Nickname*: N/A Species**: Demon Appearance: Always in business casual with white hair going to his lower back and a firey gaze. He works out regularly resulting in a fairly muscular build. Age: 696 Gender:Male History: Born the oldest of eventually three children, he was the one to deal with taking care of himself and his brothers as his father rose through the tiers of the Demon Realm. His father's parania of keeping his status soon spread to suspicion of Nathaniel which resulted in beatings on a regular basis to feel in control. Despite all of this, he managed to become a mastermind in magic and, unfortunately, also ended up sadistic, disconnected with his emotions, and a pedofile. Personality: Thoughtful, cold, sadistic Occupation: After beating his father and taking his position, he is now a member of the 7th tier (government) Likes: Little boys (it's the innocence), trading, sex, being in control, backstabbing others (to show he's in control) Dislikes: Disrespectful people, smokers, his father, halfbreeds, those with more control than him Worst/greatest fear: Becoming like his father Was there someone who affected who you are today*: Asmodeus (his father) Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): He is quite skilled in several powers but he is most proud of his technique on turning a human to part demon where his or her assimilation with the demon race bond that depends on how much time they spend around demons. Weapon*: N/A ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name : Grant Smith Nickname: N/A Species: Angel Appearance: Mid-length, dirty brown hair with eyes that almost matched when it was clean. Lean-- perhaps malnourished frame which clothes mostly hung off of. Worn clothing that was obviously on the cheaper side of the thrift store when "new" and, if you got his shirt off, some various scars dotting his torso and head. On his back however, he has two almost identical scars of where most to all of the skin on his shoulder blades had been removed some time ago. The healed skin no longer tender but the coloring still very prominent. Age: 23 Gender: Male History: From what he remembers on good days he was a clumsy child but had an average life. His parents tell him that when he was 9 he fell out of the top of the backyard tree and hit his head. Upon visiting the ER to stop the disturbing bleeding it was discovered that the left side of his brain had recieved damage and he was never the same. Minus the occasional loss of motor skills on his right side he takes pills in attempt of remembering anything at all. He now can never keep a job becuase he either forgets when he has work or that he even has a job while his apartment is on the verge of evicting him for not paying rent. The scars on his back are a compete mystery to him though. Personality: Clumsy, forgetful, has his shy moments at times Occupation: N/A Likes: Classical music, the calm moments just before sunrise and after night, warm showers, light rain. Dislikes: Chaos, memory loss, loss of motor skills, spicy foods Worst/Greatest Fear: He can never remember it Was there someone who affected who you are today: His parents? Powers: ? Weapons: N/A |
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Enigmatic Cat Administrator Female |
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* Name: Drake Schnieder
* Nickname*: N/A * Species: Werewolf
* Appearance: Standard yellow eyes, black hair always carefully brushed, dark eyes, and a lithe build. * Age: 27
* Gender: Male
* History: To start things off, Drake was born a werewolf, there was no tragic accident where he was wounded... Nope, all genetics. He never knew his father, but that didn't really matter, what mattered was that the ALPHA was still in charge to keep the pack together. He came to even think of his pack alpha as his father. Growing up with this high respect, Drake eventually came to the descision that he would take the title and make his "father" proud. Through a series of rather uneventful events, he took the title for himself and has held it since he was 19. * Personality: OCD, respectful, quiet, a thinker
* Occupation: Alpha
* Likes: Order, books, turtles (because they rarely make a mess), coffee
* Dislikes: Chaos, art ("Because it's chaotic"), toffee, Itallian food, book marks ("They leave indents within the pages.)
* Worst/greatest fear: Losing everything he worked so hard to gain.
* Was there someone who affected who you are today*: The alpha male he grew up serving
* Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): N/A
* Weapon*: N/A ////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\ * Name: Damon Volkre Leonov * Nickname*: N/A * Species: Werewolf * Appearance: Tanned skin, lean build with scars from multiple trespassing punishments (because he's just that much of a hot-headed moron.) Tousled blond hair and the standard yellow eyes. Stands at 5'2" and weighs at 125 lbs. * Age: 21 * Gender: Male * History: Damon grew up with a normal family and a pretty average life. ... As average as an adolecent teenage boy's can be when taking the phrase "Teenage Rebellion" to the extreme. Throughout his young life, he was constantly picked on for his height (or so he thought, often it was a misunderstanding with Damon flying off the handle) and getting into fist fights. From there the temper grew out of control and was sent off to an Anger Management class. A few weeks into the classes and heading his merry way home, he catches a short comment from a werewolf and, thinking that it was aimed at him, picks yet another fight and is bitten.The rest is history. * Personality: Extremely tempermental, insensitive, proud, prankster, loud, fiercely loyal to those who earn his respect, and generally obnoxious. * Occupation: It changes from week to week * Likes: Alcohol, orphans (but this is a secret), metal (except silver) and wood working * Dislikes: Anyone mentioning his height, "pansy" men, someone who can't hold their alcohol, his pack leader * Worst/greatest fear: Losing to a woman in a drinking contest * Was there someone who affected who you are today*: N/A * Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): N/A * Weapon*: N/A
////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\ * Name: Yves Björnsonur
* Nickname*: N/A
* Species: Incubus
* Appearance: Black horns ("Gazelle", 10") Layered black hair that reaches his shoulders, has the occasional bright blue streak. To mortals, his eyes are green while to fellow supernatural, they appear purple. Creme skin, lithe build thanks to excessive ectasy-induced dancing. Commonly found in raver-esque clothing, punk every now and then, anything eye catching really. Stands at 5'8" and weighs at 118 lbs.
* Age: 102
* Gender: Male
* History: Alright, story time! Once upon a time ago in an Icelandic town called Bolungarvik, an incubus was born bearing the name Yves. He grew up with mother issues (the base roots of his dislike for women) and eventually is kicked out of the nest. Ah the scent of teenage rebellion! Later after drifting/sneaking across European borders, he eventually comes across the harem-running succubus Anici and becomes one of her students. Many conflicts ensue (and further deepening of that dislike) and young Yves comes to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, life would be a easier if he didn't have someone telling him how it SHOULD run and with this in his rebellious head, he gracefully sneaks away in the middle of the night with a rather short "F. U." note left behind for his teacher. (And from this experience, he decides that to FURTHER prove his point of breaking away, he lets his hair grow out. The reasonings could also partially include the need to cover the brand on the back of his neck, a cobra's head (Anici's trademark symbol. All of her students have it branded into their skin, but that's another story.)) Yves soon finds that leaving his teacher was much more difficult then he first assumed and ends up fleeing to the states, living in slight fear until realization strikes, telling him... "Hey stupid! She doesn't have any control over here!" ...From that moment on, he relaxed tremendously and began life anew as an X using raver. Right now his main hobby is stalking his "pet" (a student-teacher by the name of Fritz) 24/7/365.
* Personality: Flirtatious, party-animal, possessive, lazy
* Occupation: Prostitute (In a round about way)
* Likes: Fritz, blonds, the taste of peaches, X
* Dislikes: Women, succubi, his teacher, knives, dinner parties, boredom
* Worst/greatest fear: Dying in a "stupid" manner
* Was there someone who affected who you are today*: Fritz, Anici
* Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Minimal magic, can heal small cuts.
* Weapon*: N/A
////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\ Name: Nevan (No known last name) Nickname: Nev, Nevy, or just plain Nevan Species: Vampire Appearance: Stands at 5'7" and weighs at 105 lbs; medium length hair fluffed up into spikes (think typical j-rocker); some sort of eye make-up; Light tanned skin tone; skin and bones for the most part, he may not look like he has muscle but it's there... ; Most commonly seen wearing skinny jeans, some skin tight shirt with no logo, sneakers, and a coat with a fur lined hood, hat is optional but more commonly seen in the day if he bothers risking going out; Age: 43 (But almost living out a preteen mentality) Gender: Male History: Not much in all honesty, he was a problem child for his folks and decided he was going to run away one night with his "boyfriend" (the man was just using him). He and boyfriend are living somewhat well when it turns out that hey, boyfriend's cheating on him with a chick. Pissed beyond belief, he barges in and starts throwing a rage fit, it wasn't until boyfriend's head kind of rolls off his body that Nevan realizes, 'oh crap' and the truth dawns on him that this chick was really just a vampire.Skipping a while later, you have the current Nevan who, up until he was recruited for some organization which frankly meant free food for all those nifty assassination jobs, he had been roaming the streets rather aimlessly and trying to find his calling in life. Personality: Flirty (but nothing serious, rather light), mistrusting, a little spiteful toward happy couples, sarcastic, whimsical Occupation: Lackey pretty much sums it up, he'll take any job he can though Likes: Blood, pain (Masochist to the extreme), heavy metal, torture, eye shadow Dislikes: Lipstick, baggy pants, gloves (unless they lack fingers, he doesn't like having his nails covered), "clunker" boots, "biker fags" (you'd have to ask him) Worse/Greatest Fear: Losing his place in the org. because it means no more free food Was there someone who affected who you are today: "That one vampire chick who turned me because a) she bit me b) she introduced me to the joys of masochism c) she lopped off that idiots head. I wanna know how she did it." Powers: "That's on a need to know basis only." Weapon: Just a couple of knives and his teeth |
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Sin Moderator Female 27 years old |
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Name: Unknown
Nickname*: Nea-Nea
Species: Demon
Appearance: knee length blue-black hair, purple eyes, tigh jeans and a baggy sweat shirt
Age: around 17
Gender: female
History: unknown
Personality: extremely shy, scittish, gloomy
Occupation: Likes: dark chocolate, milk chocolate, music and dicovering new things about herself
Dislikes: loud noises, not remebering anything, the color pink...
Worst/greatest fear: completely disapearing
Was there someone who affected who you are today*: Powers: dark dream(ten minutes in a personalized hell), healing
Weapon*:a pair of Sai and a dagger. ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Name: Yumi Nickname*: Yu Species**: Human Appearance: Short black hair, bandages around her eyes, a purple tank top and jeans, combat boots Age: 18 Gender: female History: Yumi's been blind since she was 7 do to the explosion of her elementry school. Personality: quite, quick, nice but has a hard shell Occupation: N/a Likes: The quite, warmth, Akira her wolf Dislikes: loudness, cold Worst/greatest fear: watching everyone die again Was there someone who affected who you are today*: Akira Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Weapon*: Sword and dagger ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Name: Sintaro Kishna Nickname*: Sin Species**: Half water demon Appearance: Short blue hair, A short dark blue kimono with a light purple Obi, Red eyes Age: (looks 15) Gender: female History: she's traveled from village to village since she was young and just recently settled in a small village. Personality: Reckless, carefree, a little slow Occupation: N/A Likes: water, new people Dislikes: fire, mean people Worst/greatest fear: being eaten Was there someone who affected who you are today*: Momoko Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): water, ice Weapon*:twin katana's and ice ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` |
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Bilal Member Male 31 years old |
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Hemmy Member Female 26 years old |
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Name: Luther. Nickname*: Luu. Species: Incubus Appearance: Shoulder-length black hair, decently tanned, as well as decently tall, capricorn-like horns, dressy clothes, generally a darkish shade of green or black. Age: Appears 20ish Gender: Male History: WIP Personality: outgoing, flirtacious, perverted, Occupation: Likes: Women, Some men, flirting, drinking, smoking, everything that's a sin. Dislikes: When mortals come into his shop, others asking about his horns, kids, rejection. Worst/greatest fear: Rejection. Was there someone who affected who you are today*: Not currently. Powers: He doesn't have any. Weapon*: Needles, knives, ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ((More characters to be added )) |
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Rox the Slurpee Princess Member Male 29 years old |
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Ehhh... Heh... Boo. >w>
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Name: Niccolo Orfanelli Nickname*: Nico [n-EE-co] Species**: Human Appearance: Who do you get when you have a tall and wiry body, with a common face that possesses somewhat sharp features and freckles that are dusted across the cheek bones and the bridge of the nose, with thin lips that rarely quirk up into a genuinely amused smile? What about if this person has short brown hair that is spiked with a cheap hair gel that surprisingly works well coupled with a pair of storm-gray eyes that seem rather guarded? Hiding the ever emotional soul in their darker depths? You get Nicocolo Orfanelli. This rather gloomy male has a preference for dull colored and bagging clothing, it's just so much easier to remain inconspicious in large crowds. Currently his favorite accessory is a pair of DJ's headphones that are a neverending stream of classical music, mostly piano pieces; the 'phones themselves are rather snug during use, wrapping around the back of his head like that, and are equally comfortable when they are nestled around his neck when he is talking to someone. Age: 28 Gender: Male History: When you are in the Family, it's not easy to leave the Family. The whole point is to take for the Family, give for the Family, kill for the Family, live for the Family, and most importantly, die for the Family. If your Brother is sitting in jail for doing something rather stupid against the Father's wishes, you are suppose to get in, grab him, and get out; however, it doesn't always end there, if Brother did do something stupid, Father usually had you punish him. Make him an example for the rest of the Children. If your Sister was conned, you were suppose to be relieving the conman of his finger nails until he had coughed up every cent he had taken from her. Plus interest of course. Follow those simple guildlines, and you are the perfect dog. When it comes to dogs, Nico is a shining example. Remember that lovely thing called "first impressions"? You can tell a lot about a person's projected persona. The first impression of Nico's "heartless bastard" side, many could see why he was the perfect canidate for the Family and would often guess he was mob royalty. Did you guess Nico was in the mob? Oh no you are absolutely wrong, for him, the word 'mob' doesn't even cross his mind when it comes to the Family; it's just the Family to him. Unknown to him however, the Family is a much higher and powerful organization than the local mafia could ever hope to be. But that's a different story. To the earlier stated point, Nico coming across as the type to be "Mob Royalty" it's because he is Father's favorite. His favorite little worker bee, His favorite play toy in many different scenarios, His favorite body guard, and so forth. Many have heard Him coin the phrase "the son he never had" but this and the favoritism mean nothing because he and all his lower ranking Brothers and Sisters are worth nothing. They will continue to do so until they are throwing their bodies in front of the bullet for Him; upon recovery, however, they are back to being nothing. Was he brainwashed? And these other people that keep being mentioned? You could say that in a sense. Many of the Children are hooked within the first few seconds their mothers and fathers had taken them to Father for inspection. Yes, yes... Very interesting... But now you're asking, what did Nico do? Right? Well I can't tell you. You might fare better asking him that... Personality: Pessimistic and generally all around gloomy, no one really sticks around long enough to see the side that rather appreciates music in it's oldest form. Honestly, he's just a shy male who really doesn't know how to convey his thoughts to words so one can tell the mood he's in/general thoughts based on the mood of the music he's playing. Occupation: Body guard Likes: Piano music, his little sister, strawberry ice cream Dislikes: Most other genres of music outside of classical, most of the other members, carmel Worst/greatest fear: His sister joining the Family Was there someone who affected who you are today*: Valentine, his father, his little sister (who will be posted soon) Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): N/A Weapon*: Wire, a hand gun, a small blade |
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xTrickster Member Female |
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Hurhurhurhur... Name: Nickname*: DJ D3ADM4N (Pronounced like Dead Man, yo) Species: Vampire Appearance: STANDING AT AN AMAZING 5'7" AND WEIGHING AT 142 POUNDS, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN GIVE IT UP FOR DJ DDDDD333333AAAAADDDDDMMMMM444444NNNNN! Black hair in a shaggy boy's cut, blue eyes, and olive skin tone. (F that pale skin mold!) Often seen having a set of headphones around his neck, fingerless gloves, baggy jeans, a pair of good ol' sneaks, and a random skin tight band shirt. For the hell of it, occasionally will wear a pair of glasses. Age: 96 Gender: Male History: Pfft! EASY QUESTION IS EASY~ On his way home (a studio apartment within walking distance) from a successful night of clubbing, dear Conner boy was jumped by a half-starved vampire (Zeke) and left in a dumpster. FROM THAT EVENING ON, HE BECAME ONE OF THE VAMPIRE CROWD, STALKING THE NIGHT AND DRAINING MEN AND WOMEN ALIKE! ...Oh and constantly ragging on Zeke for making him into one. (They're roommates, hahahah~ ) On to how they became roommates! It was more of a rather pissed (not the drunken sense, hurhur...) Conner going after Zeke, threatening to call the cops/newspaper/news station/etc... Then the hung over Z-Man, not really thinking about what he was saying at the time, offering to make up for it by letting the DJ move in with him. (Talk about whipped!) At this point of time, threatening to kick Conner out is a rather empty threat. Personality: Spontanious, loud, creative, "more action, less thinking!" Occupation: Club DJ Likes: Searching for the "perfect beat", coffee, music Dislikes: Puzzles, tea, chess Worst/greatest fear: Finding a song that's impossible to remix Was there someone who affected who you are today*: Zeke Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Doesn't care for them Weapon*: Doesn't care for them FWOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSShHHHHHHI'MMADIVIDINGTHEPROFILESFTW Name: Nickname*: Z-Man Species: Of the blood-sucking kind Appearance: 6' exact at 150 pounds! AMAZING! Zeke, seeing as he's yet ANOTHER clubber, has his hair cropped short and is a dyed orange-red; it's also constantly sticking up everywhere thanks to a permament bed head. Unlike the other clubbers/ravers, he goes for the formal look. His work attire consists of a pair of black slacks and a pin-stripe vest with a dark red button up shirt to go with. At home, he's usually in boxers and a rather ragged t-shirt (except when he HAS to go outside, then he adds a loose pair of jeans to the mix.) Age: 114 Gender: Male History: He doesn't like to talk about his history too much but when he does, Z-Man will often shorten it up to three sentences. "A friend came over after she was attacked and was a total mess so I let her stay the night. Next morning, she was tearing at my throat up until my girlfriend came home. She was on her faster than a fly on a body and ran off after Tanya was deader than dead." Personality: Compared to Conner he's "dull", "More thought, less action!", logical, quiet, often his actions are heavily premeditated Occupation: Bar tender at the same club Conner DJs at Likes: Puzzles, chess, tea, beating Conner at something Dislikes: The word "vampire", how often Conner gets himself in trouble and how often he has to get him out of it, losing to Conner, coffee, fights he can't win Worst/greatest fear: Conner actually solving one of his riddles, making another vampire Was there someone who affected who you are today*: "No one you know, punk." Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Doesn't bother with them too much Weapon*: Can of mace and a butterknife "What? Butterknives are reliable is a losing fight. In example, while the other fighter is busy laughing at my "pathetic" weapon, I take the opportunity to run away to avoid the situation entirely." LALALALALALAFILLLLLEEEEERRRRRRLALALALA Name: Silas Nickname*: Not available~ Species: Demon Appearance: Standing at 5'9" and weighing at 144 pounds, I present to you dear friends, Silus. Silus is a very serious character who takes life very seriously. For serious realz. So seriously in fact, that you can tell by his constant mop of brown "Sex Hair" and dirt smeared clothing. (Usually consisting of camo print cargos, combat boots, and a dark green wifebeater/sweater (on nippy days)) His only unusual characteristic would be his red eyes with slits for pupils. Age: 598 Gender: Male History: Nothing that he will reveal to anyone, but we'll just label it as "Not Pretty" Personality: Playful, smooth-talker, manipulative, shallow, impulsive (Typical traits of a sociopath, dudez) Occupation: Nothing, that free loader! >:0 Likes: Smoking, sex, "fun" accessories, shovels "So many uses..." Dislikes: His rank, scented candles, politics (for any species) Worst/greatest fear: Never being able to smoke again Was there someone who affected who you are today*: No one Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Nothing notable, currently studying magic Weapon*: Chain Whip HURHURHURHURHURPAGEDIVIDERHUR * Name: Bao Xiu Huǒ Mei * Nickname*: Mei (Pronounced like 'my') * Species**: Kitsune * Appearance: Mei stands at 5'4" and weighs in at 106 lbs. She often wears her hair (black) in a rather messy bun to keep it out of her eyes (yellow). Like any other kitsune, she possesses a pair of ears and a tail (dark red fur with white tips on the ears. Because the tail is just boring like that.) This little fox faerie often is seen sporting a considerably modern geisha kimono modified to her tastes with a pair of geta. (The kimono has a rather short okumi (stops mid-thigh) and a long Ushiromigoro. The sode's drop down way past her hands to her knees. Overall it's a light peach color with yellow flower print and orange trim.) Besides this, she's often seen carrying a Western (yes, Western) lantern either by it's handle or off a cord looped around her waist. Every now and then, this item is filled with her special "fire flies" (see below) * Age: 398 * Gender: Female * History: Mei's grown up with a pretty average life for a Kitsune. She's the oldest of three sisters and one brother so handling children really isn't much of a problem for her, taking care of her dying mother isn't much of a bother to her either seeing as she has first dibs on her soul. (Though she can never figure out why her mother gave her and her siblings names of a Chinese origin...) She spends her free time watching the sun rise and set while remapping the territory. * Personality: Highly mischevious, greedy for knowledge, loyal, optimistic in a round about way * Occupation: One of the elite members of Snowe's clan * Likes: Cartography, fire, bao (those amazing sweet buns~;), the human's Halloween, masks, spying on people * Dislikes: Playing leader, runny ink, bad parchment, make-up, getting caught * Worst/greatest fear: Drowning * Was there someone who affected who you are today*: N/A dudez * Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): She has a preference for fire-based magic; other than that, she has created a special spell that generates a batch of 10 "fire flies" that act like extra sets of eyes. The trade off of fully using these her bugs, Mei has to temporarily give up her sight and has to put herself in a trance in return. * Weapon*: The lantern and the cord it's often swinging from LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Name: Keenan Valentine Nickname: Valentine Species: Werewolf Appearance: Valentine weighs in at about 175 lbs (of pure MUSCLE, imagine him tackling you at full fucking speed. :I) and stands at 6'1" He takes great pride in his post-apocalyptic survivor look going on. Black hair always a tangled mess in a way that looks good on him, pale skin as if he were shunning the light, dark green eyes... Now couple this with a black trench coat with a tattered end, a dirty tee shirt ripped strategically to show off his abdomen, pants ripped vertically from various activities, steel toe boots, a pair of dog tags, some fingerless gloves, and last but not least, his favorite accessory, a chain that loops around his waist that doubles both as a weapon and a belt if needed. ...Or to restrain whoever he happens to be banging that night. Age: 34 Gender: Male History: He likes to keep his history on the down low honestly... But to the few he DOES tell, he'll just give the bare bones and threaten to kill the listener if they press for details, no matter who they are. "I used to be part of some silly cult, right? But see, my views and everyone else's views were constantly conflicting each other. While they were mindlessly pursuing their goal, I was calculating the important things, like what strategies will give us the higher success rate. Makes sense right? Do they listen though? No, of course not! So I left and founded my... Company." Personality: Cunning, selfish, egotisical, manipulative, power-hungry Occupation: Leader of the organization known as The Family. Likes: Rough sex with no foreplay, power, getting what he wants, crushing other mercenary companies to the dust Dislikes: Smart asses, being turned down for sex, having one of his men captured Worse/Greatest Fear: Retiring Was There Someone Who Affected Who You Are Today: A teacher in elementary school Powers: Unknown Weapons: That chain belt he loves to wear, a gun |
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Inle Member Female |
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Formally Tattered Matter Email: [email protected] Wolvesinvade at Deviantart (wolvesinvade.deviantart.com)
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---------------------------------------------------------- Name: Jester
Nickname*: N/A
Species: Kitsune
Appearance: In sick and twisted disillusion...He has rather healthy looking skin,but red in color.His ears are white on the inside,tipped black with typical red fur,tail also tipped with base the same color and underside of tail is white.His mouth has stitches into a grin,yet no slits or scars which they held.He tends to wear a red-ish trench coat,that he made himself and wears is own previous skull as a helmet.He has red hair, and black eyes,completely black-no matter where he is.
Age: Nearly 200
Gender: Male
History: He was born as a fox,at first.But his family was killed by hunters,in a desperate attempt to escape he found himself in an abandoned city for the next five years (or 35 in dog years,almost).One day the hunters returned and he was run over while nocking his 'mate' out of the way (only for her to be killed moments after) the hunters didn't use is bones nor coat and threw it into a shed.His soul,however,moved on to inherit his current body.
Personality: Cocky, cold and rather intelligent
Occupation: None
Likes: Insects,knives and mazes
Dislikes: People, birds,guns and water
Worst/greatest fear: Deep Water
Powers (weres and humans ignore this one):Though abnormally weak and highly pain intolerant rather intelligent-though he cannot speak
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------------------------------------ ------------------------ Name: Icerain Nickname*: Ice Species: Werewolf Appearance: Extremely short (4" 1'),Yellow eyes,Brown hair with creme specks/highlights, generally wears a black vest and baggy pants covered in chains and neon green patches,also wears a pocketwatch around his neck (it's made of iron but painted to appear silver,as a way to fend off other werewolves and hide his true identity) Wolf's Appernce: Very small,with burn scars on his shoulders with imbedded grooves (as how he obtained them),and creme fur with lighter specks and average yellow eyes.And though,in his wolf form,he has no clothes-his pocket watch remains.He also turns to be a full wolf,not a huge wolf or with many human characteristics. Age: 31 (or nearly 6 in dog years) Gender: Male History: He was born as a wolf (later to reveal his human form) and their family lived in a den (Somewhere in China),wether or not they were in their human form.But one day,while everyone had shifted hunters came along.They were captured dispite how much they fought and Icerain and his father were taken away from the mother, two daughters and another brother.There-Icerain witnesses his father being skinned alive (Seeing as his mother and father lost faith in their human form,they prefur their wolf forms in which his father chose death and to die in that form).Icerain managed to escape before he transfromed into human once again and ran for the city,where he lived in the sewers.Until one day a female wolf (full wolf) came along and noticed his bullet wounds (he tended to beg for food yet his neighborhood was rather violent,he doesn't like killing) and dragge dhim along.But throughout their travels he was in many battles and even adopted a son (well saved the pup from a river.And in one of the battles,Icerain was in a toe to toe battle with a ram covered in oil.Because of lightening the ram caught on fire and tried to kill Icerain and pinned his shoulders with flaming horns) unil they were caught by humans and he was spilt from his family,once more.And whatever happens next will be in these roleplays. Personality: Fairly shy,but but can be loving to his friends.He also will take a bullet well,for anyone (and tends to attempt to stop fights) Occupation: Recently got a job as nightguard at some random hotel Likes: His mate,is fond of Chinese food(specifically white rice), and rats Dislikes: Fighting, hunting and has a dislike for other weres Worst/greatest fear: Fire ------------------------ Name: Apache Species: Warewolf Appearance: Extremely tall,with darker skin color.Generally wears baggy clothing, and tends to wear darker clothing at that.He has his left eye,not gouged out but not able to veiw through it either(so pure white eye-due to previous battles and has three scars over his eye) while his right eye is yellow and a big scar over it.The cornor of his lip also has a scar on the right side that goes until right before his cheek bone.He has many other scars but arn't normally seen. Wolf Appearance: Actually,his wolf apperence is rather-hairless.Though still a wolf,he literally only has,best to be described as 'fuzz'.And his wolf form is also half blind, and he looks more like a huge pitbull (also lips are black) Age: 32 years Gender: Male History: Seeing as Icerain is his brother,they share their mother.Yet his mother had met someone previously and mated (in which turning HIS father into a warewolf,yet his mother had not a pack,so no punishment was given) and his mother left him and his siblings to die.He managed to follow her until he was the last one left.There,in the forest, his mother met Icerain's father and not soon after he had more siblings.Silverstreak ('Silver' sister),Icerain ( 'Ice cold') and another sister ('Red One') (he calls them by those names,yet his red haired sister has no name).But their father always hated him and always set up plots and always tried to kill him.Until one day,he took him on a hunting trip and the humans caught him.Seeing as he looks like a pitbull-the humans caught him and forced him to fight.(his father got away-and seeing as his siblings were so young,they didn't remember much of him) and it was quite a struggle for Apache to stay in his wolf form all day,and even some nights.In which he gained scars and is able to stay in his wolf form more then average ware's.Although, this scarred him in more ways then one and absolutely hates his wolf form and fighting-but will do anything told to him in a stern voice,automatically.~Almost 3 years later~ While he broke free,with the help of a female boxer (knows he's a warewolf,and she's pure dog).But while they were running from the humans, Apache ran into Icerain's pup.In which some sort of sympathy shone through-if he left the pup he would become his replacement or be killed-as he scooped up the pup.And as the boxer was fighting for HIS life (knew she was going to be killed),he saved Icerain from getting run over,barely.But the pup was then murdered by Jester-same as Icerain's mate.In the same night.And seeing as eachother was all they had, they traveled together ever since. Personality: Jumpy,stern, and rather hostile Occupation: Currently, a drug dealer (for food money) Likes: Meat of all kinds, chains and boxers (the breed of dog) Dislikes: Other dogs (due to his life of fighting),and any kind of alchohal,drugs and smokers (well,he sees those kinds of things.people all day,it gets tiring) Worst/greatest fear: The round arena Weapon*: He tends to use his fangs and claws,but occasonally a switchblade. |
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KitsuneKitten Limited Member Male 27 years old |
About Me
Well, if i could say anything about me it's that i couldn't say anything about me in general. I love to complicate things you see, however i could overly simplify them just to add to confusion. I'm the type that loves games, especially when dealing with ones mind or emotions. Did you know i like to talk with a british accent even though i'm from texas, yet i have no accent what-so-ever? In fact, most people don't believe i'm from texas simply because of my voice. *coughcough* Hi =^-^=
Characters (not each individual character you have)
Name: Nickname: Snowe Fouxx Species: Kitsune Appearance: Age: 333 Gender: male History: Born the youngest out of three children, it was believed he would be nothing more than nourishment to the clans heir or rather, his eldest brother. Because of this, Snowe was neglected in everything save training. (after all if he were to be food, he better be worth eating.) This very idea robbed him of any emotional development, thus granting his unexpressive and calculative methods in which he unraveled a solution to his pressing demise. Simply use the extra training granted to himself against his eldest brother, and in turn consume his soul. His actions came simply out of the necessity to live, however his other brother, outraged by the “slaves” defiance, tried to assassinate Snowe, his attempts failed miserably, and his soul was devoured by Snowe. With the two eldest dead, the only heir left was Snowe, and with time his father met his demise (unfortunately Snowe was not there to take his soul as well) and Snowe overtook the clan. Personality: Snowe, like all Kitsune’s, is quite complex. He views everything like a game in which he can manipulate. He comes off as playful, relaxed, charming, very protective and thoughtful. However the truth is that he’s cold, calculating and void of most emotion in general. Occupation: Author Likes: Writing novels or poetry, rain, the moon, beauty, fear or creepy things, the number 3 Dislikes: Ignorance, stubbornness, ugly or disgusting things Worst/greatest fear: Afterlife, not death, but what follows. Was there someone who affected who you are today: No one. Powers: Control over wind, the air in general. Weapon: Four chains, two with a scythe at one end and a weighted ball at the other, the other two with slight curved blades on either end.
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