Ireneus

    * 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

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    * 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

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    * 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

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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