Fantasy ۞The Ninth Seal۞ [Character Creation Template]

[DarkNerd]

Character Creation Template
Character Type: (Choose either: Main Character or Alternate Character. 1 MC/2 AC per user.)
Name:
Nicknames: (optional)
Age: (must be 18 or above)
Race: (Choose one: Normal Human, Signet User, Therianthrope, Vampire, Daemon)
Species: (if Therian)
Rank: (if Therian/Vampire)
Signet Type: (if Signet user)
Deadly Sin: (if Daemon)
Religious Belief: (optional)
DOB:
Astrological Sign: (optional; Daemons do not have any)
Sex:
Gender Pronoun:
Orientation:
Role: (optional)
Relationship Status:
Relation: (list family members and friends)
Blood Type: (optional)
Height:
Weight:
Build type:
Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Hair Style:
Piercings: (yes/no, if yes: provide location(s))
Tattoos: (yes/no, if yes: provide description and location(s))
Facial Hair: (yes/no, if yes: provide a description(s))
Occupation:
Location of Domicile:
Country of Origin: (optional)
Hobbies/Interests:
Dislikes/Pet Peeves:
Abilities: (tied to race)
Oddities: (things that make your character a little different than your usual average joe)
Background Story:
Attach any images as needed.

All entries are subject to review prior to approval.

 

[DarkNerd]

Character Type: MC
Name: Isra' Rahim Smith
Age: 25
Race: Signet User
Signet Type: Light
DOB: 11-9-1994
Astrological Sign: Scorpio
Sex: Cis-Male
Gender Pronoun: He/Him/His
Orientation: Unsure/Questioning.
Role: Passive/Submissive/Introvert
Relationship Status: None
Relation: None
Blood Type: Unsure
Height: 5 feet, 9 inches
Weight: 132
Build type: Slim
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Messy/Unkempt
Piercings: None
Tattoos: None
Occupation: Barrista/Student
Location of Domicile: University Dorms
Country of Origin: America
Hobbies/Interests: Book reading, web surfing, drawing
Dislikes/Pet Peeves: Rude/Obnoxious people, loud noises, crowds
Abilities: Unawakened Light User.
Oddities: Black glasses, doesn't seem to be able to get sick, heals faster than normal, has no scars (nor can seemingly get any), weak heart, gets exhausted easily, "tired boi"
Background Story: Isra' was adopted from a very early age; he lacks recollection of anything prior since he was but a babe when he was left at an orphanage. All that was on the parchment was his name written in abjad. Growing up, Isra' was always a bit different than the rest, particularly after a specific incident at the church. Since then, he became introverted and shut down. He didn't grow up having much in the way of friends either. He left from the orphanage at a younger age, pursuing small-time jobs to support himself whilst living with others. Being a bit quiet and introverted, he was hard to understand and even harder to connect to.

These days, he spends his time attending the university, studying American Literature presently though remains undecided about his future.

 

[FearItself]

Spoiler: True form

Character Type: MC
Name: Salanduriel
Nicknames: Roarke, The Dealer, Traitor Scum
Age: 4379yrs
Race: Daemon
Deadly Sin: Greed
Religious Belief: Beleive it or not Roarke beleives wholeheartedly in the Judeo-christian belief system. He does not however practice its tenants aside from prayer.
DOB: 3-23-2398 B.C.
Sex: Male
Gender Pronoun: He
Orientation: Pansexual
Role: The Boss (In any situation)
Relationship Status: Single
Relation: Amon- Father, Bitter enemy
Blood Type: N/A
Height: 5ft 10in (human form) 12ft 11in (true form)
Weight: 165lbs (human form) 6177lbs (True form)
Build type: Thin athletic
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Reddish orange
Hair Style: Neatly trimmed
Piercings: No
Tattoos: Yes- a single tattoo of a Hammer and anvil sitting in a ball of fire can be found on his left pectoral muscle.
Facial Hair: yes- a neatly trimmed and short cut goatee mustace combo
Occupation: Night club owner, Black market arms dealer.
Location of Domicile: Several night clubs are open in the united states with one in the Uk. He is able to travel between them via a portal network he built into the basements of each structure. Their locations are houston, texas. Hells kitchen ,New york city. Los Angeles, California. Miami ,Florida. Denver, Colorado. And Chicago, Illinois. He prefers his new york location the best as it was the first.
Hobbies/Interests: Gathering money, Making "Deals", Studying humanity.
Dislikes/Pet Peeves: Losing out on money, When someone violates a deal with him, Encountering other demons and Therians.
Abilities:
Steel Deamon- Roarke is a demon of steel created for the sole purpose of forging weapons by the demon lord of greed Amon. In his true form his body seems to be made of solid steel granting him impressive levels of durability and Strength yet that is almost meaningless in the facee of his true power. He is capable of Forging weapoms from any nearby metal and infusing them with demonic energy by forcing the souls of fallen demons into the newly formed weapons, armor, and trinkets. He mastered this technique truly during the uprising. There he created thousands of items of power from the souls of fallen demons both friend and foe. In his true form he is capable of summoning and controlling all of these items in extravagant combos. However in his human form he looses most of his stat bonuses though he is still slightly stronger than a man and easily capable of withstanding mundane bullets. He is also only limited to calling upon and manipulating one object of his creation at a time. These various weapons, Armors, and Trinkets adorn the walls of his club. He neednt worry about them being stolen as all are sealed and his abilty to recall them means they are never far. In both forms he is heavily resistant to heat.
Oddities: Roarke does not seem to hate humans, in fact he is quite fond of them.
Background Story: Created thousands of years ago by his Father Amon the demon lord of Greed for the soul purpose of forging weapons and armor for his forces. Salenduriel has always loved to create things, and he actually enjoyed seeing them used so long as he gained from it. But you see that was the thing, Under Amon there was nothing for him to gain, but if he sat in his seat then maybe that could change. He was only 1000 years old when he begun his plan. He began to practice in forging with different materials and even adding different magics before he created the art of Demon Soul forging.

It was a quick and relatively simple way of creating powerful artifacts. Which he promptly traded for more power and influence. As he gathered more and more followers whome he made swear an oath of secrecy yet somehow Amon found out about it. Instead of jumping the gun he actually waited for Salenduriel to root oit all who were disloyal to him befor launching a seige at the forges and overwhelming Salenduriels not yet ready forces in a matter of days. Ever the opportunist Salenduriel used his abilities to forge a vast array of weapons during these days before fleeing to earth as the walls crumbled.

He arrived nearly two hundred years ago and has spent his time amassing a large aamount of wealth, changing his foem as needed and leaving the wealth to himself in his will when he faked his death. He has gathered billions which he has invested into his clubs and a wide array of expensive products for his patrons and himself. However he keeps most of it in gold stored within vaults at each of his clubs. In his centuries on earth he has come to become very fond of the helpful little humans, and especially fond of the dangerous ones.

He offers those whome he chooses artifacts Of power which he created in exchange for them being on call to fight on his behalf. Those who accept will be granted the weapon a breif explaination of what it does and the password to awaken it. However those who break the deal with him will find these weapons abilities turning on them. He doesnt say why he does this but anyone who knows him can tell you he has a score to settle with a certain Lord of Greed...

 

[IsCarbonBased]

Character Type: MC
Name: Morfran Don-Pincco
Nicknames: The Butler
Age: 45
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Gender Pronoun: He
Relationship Status: Single
Relation: None
Height: 194 cm
Weight: 81 kg
Build type: Thin and Tall
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Combed back
Piercings: No
Tattoos: No
Facial Hair: Thin moustache handle bar style
Occupation: Butler at a Vampire Mansion
Location of Domicile: Vampire Mansion's boiler room
Hobbies/Interests: Painting
Abilities: None
Oddities: Morfran would paint large sections of the mansion with scenes depicting mythical creatures while the vampires were asleep or away on some high society event. He also enjoyed the quarrel they had as they pointed fingers at each other everytime his masterpiece was unveiled. For some reaon they never thought that the lowly butler may just be the culprit.
Background Story: Adopted from a poor family in a place far, far away. The family could not feed their son and were too poor to do anything but beg a passing family to adopt him and give him a better life, a life they could not give. It struck a soft spot of the matriarch and since then Morfran became part of the vampire family. He began by cleaning the chimneys as a kid and then transitioned to serving his lords and ladies supper at their wings in the huge mansion. The family consists of a matriarch figure, one who is well known in the human realm as a leading female figure and her offspring too had different, and successful, identities. Morfran learned the ways of the vampire, their history and warfare, how they increased their umbers from the extensive library located the mansion.

He is a calm and thoughtful man, little to say and very content with life as a butler. The shenanigans the vampire put themselves through is a constant source of entertainment to him. He fondly remembers the nights he snuck little Donna out of the mansion to hang out with humans in the late of night and how Drizan constantly invited him to his school sport competitions where he would crush all the school records in every sport.

 

[Nox Aeternae]

Character Type: Main Character
Name: Rosemary Jane Shields
Nicknames: Rose, Rosy, Mary, MJ
Age: 23/24 - she still gets mistaken for 16
Race: Signet User
Signet Type: Darkness
Religious Belief: NeoPaganism/Wicca
DOB: September 20, 1995
Astrological Sign: Virgo
Sex: Female
Gender Pronoun: She/Her
Orientation: Demisexual
Role: Introvert
Relationship Status: Single
Relation: Mother - Ruth Shields (adopted), Father - Jeremiah Shields (adopted)
Blood Type: O+
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 125.5lbs
Build type: Petite and curvy
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Red
Hair Style: Short (with two longer tresses) and wavy
Piercings: Yes - Ears (lobes and outer cartilage), Navel, Tongue
Tattoos: Yes - 'Witch Craft' (fingers); Pentacle with two crescent moons (sternum), Coiling morning glory vines (left forearm); "An Harm Ye None, Do As Ye Will" (right forearm); Protective Runes and Sigils (various locations); A "birthmark" actually the element for Darkness (back of neck).
Facial Hair: No
Occupation: Student/Librarian/Animal Shelter Volunteer
Location of Domicile: University Dorm
Country of Origin: United States
Hobbies/Interests: Reading, Singing, Guitar, Gardening/Herbalism, Wicca/Witchcraft, Videogames
Dislikes/Pet Peeves: Racists/Bigots, Bible-thumpers, Big Crowds, Littering, Animal Abuse
Abilities: Unawakened Darkness User
Oddities: Much more active at night, almost never sleeps yet is always full of energy. Immune to toxins. Has a "birthmark" on the back of her neck, hidden under her hair. Usually pretty laid back but becomes a real firecracker when mad (major sass warning).
Background Story: Rose never had the opportunity to meet her birth parents. Her father vanished before the sheets could cool, and her mother died soon after she was delivered. The faint memory of her fading heartbeat is all she can recall of her. With no next of kin to go to, she was put up for adoption. It did not take long however, for her to find her forever home. An older couple, who were unable to conceive a child of their own, immediately fell in love with the infant Rosemary, and decided to keep her. They raised her and gave her all of the love and guidance a child could need. And because her parents were Pagan Wiccans, she was also given a great deal of freedom to choose her own path in life. Naturally, she decided to follow in their footsteps and became a Wiccan as well.
Yet despite her positive family life, Rosemary grew up having very few friends. Perhaps it was because of her odd habits as a child, such as her tendency to stuff her pockets full of crystals and herbs, or her insistence that yes, faeries ARE real. Or perhaps it was her natural introversion, which drew her to prefer the company of books and animals to people. Or maybe it was just the strange sensation other people got whenever they were around her, that drove them to avoid her whenever possible. A sensation she was not even aware of causing. Whatever the reason, Rosemary spent most of her childhood and early teen years alone, but oddly enough, that suited her just fine. Instead, on her fifteenth birthday her parents took her to a farm where she was allowed to pick out her very own puppy, a pitchblack German Shepherd with intelligent amber eyes whom she christened Lucifer.
Once she got into high school, things changed. She was finally able to make a few friends who took an interest in her "witchiness" and who, in turn introduced her to the world of goth and punk rock culture. They even dreamed of starting their own rockband, dubbing themselves 'Daughters of Salem'. But it never came true. One friend moved away in their Sophomore year and the other became pregnant their Junior year and dropped out. And so, without making any other friends, Rose finished out her high school years alone. She eventually graduated and immediately began applying for college. After recieving her acceptance letter to the university of her dreams, she packed up her things and her dog, kissed her parents goodbye, and set out on the road to her new life.

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Basic Information

Character Type: Main Character.
Name: Lorette Lècuyer.
Nickname: Lorrie.
Age: 37.
Race: Therian
Species: Wolf. Of a Sort.
Religious Belief: Nothing solid, though she is Spiritual.
DOB: 23rd of July.
Sex: Female.
Pronouns: She/Her.
Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Relations: Father and Mother. Aurelius and Victoria Lècuyer. No siblings.
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 143
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown. Thickly braided.
Piercings/Tattoos: No.
Occupation: VP of Human Resources, Apex Implementations.
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APPEARANCE

Lorette is rather unassuming in her general appearance, bearing no distinguishing features save for the tell tale crookedness of a nose broken and healed repeatedly. Thickly braided, brown hair stands in even contrast to the woman's dark skin and seems to be the only vanity that Lorette allows herself, as she spends and inappropriate amount of time maintaining it.

Being a Therian isn't easy, and few if any pass their lives without getting in a fight. A lifetime spent training for, and engaging in battle has instilled a deep respect for labor in Lorette, and it shows plainly in her physique. An assortment of scars covers her well-muscled frame, many the result of near constant battle, and a few from various mishaps.

A noticeably deep voice accompanies the woman's elegant speech. Often giving her words a greater sense of gravitas than others.

Lorette's Therian form is decidedly less easier on the eyes than her Human form. Something is very decidedly off with the entire affair. Between the too long, wiry limbs, sparse yet thickly laid fur, and dead eyes the woman's true appearance is unsettling even by Therian standards. She's a Wolf, of some sort. But her garish appearance pushes the boundaries of what could be called a Wolf.

A face drawn back in an eternal snarl, and a mouth with teeth just too big for it leave little if any room for emoting. Lorette is practically relegated to staring almost blindly at everyone and everything around her, with no real means of discerning her mental workings. Not that anyone would need to. Lorette only ever shifts for a handful of reasons, and almost all of them involve maiming.

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PERSONALITY

Lorette Lècuyer is known to be both fiercely ambitious and intelligent, and at first glance seems to be rigid in her bearing and possesses a rather cool demeanor. Past outward glances Lorette has proven to be both patient and kind, speaking openly with any that would ask for her time. Despite her unscrupulous morals, Lorette believes fully in the potential of others and takes great pains to nurture that potential to the fullest in all that serve under her. Anyone can refine themselves into something greater if they lack the drive to do so, and Lorette would rather potential be brought to fruition rather than wasted.

Of course, that is to her own benefit more than anyone else's. Lorette didn't get to the top just by playing nice. Potential is only good if it's being directed in the manner that she sees fit. If that same talent is being used against her, then there's no kindness to be found. Instead it's considered an obstacle to whatever goals she may have at the time and it serves no purpose other than to be disposed of in short order.

Nothing worthwhile has ever been earned through haste, and Lorette embodies this in her seemingly boundless patience. She approaches tasks and decision making carefully, not wanting to worsen things with misguided haste. This in turn makes her slow to act. But each choice the woman makes can be felt long after the deed is done.

That limitless patience, however hides a deep rooted vindictiveness within the woman. All slights, no matter how small are committed to Lorette's memory. Never forgotten and allowed to fester within her heart. She weighs each crime, internally compiling a list of offenses for one and all. The higher the count grows, the harder Lorette works against her foes.

Despite her particularly ruthless methods of dealing with anyone that's crossed her, Lorette is an incredibly honest and dependable individual. Such discipline makes her a nightmare for her foes and that honesty can lead to scathing words, but Lorette understands the virtue of teamwork and can be counted upon in even the most dire of situations.

Never one to shirk duty, the woman finds a lack of drive to be a great offense. A person should always be able to find it in themselves to be useful. Sitting around and waiting for Life or Death to do its thing doesn't sit right with her.

Positive Personality Traits: Honest. Disciplined. Efficient. Tenacious
Negative Personality Traits: Arrogant. Self-Serving. Vindictive. Ruthless.
Dislikes: Laziness. Ineptitude. Cowardice. People that don't take their shoes off in the house.
Likes: Ambition. Straight Forwardness. Dedication. Painting.
Fears: Obsolescence.
Character Quirks: Refuses to leave home without a pen. Never know when you're going to need one.
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HISTORY

Ambition had always resided within Lorette. Gnawing at her insides, and driving the woman forward ceaselessly. The entirety of her life was not dictated by the hopes that filled little girls the world over. But an all consuming desire to achieve.

Needless to say, she was a nightmare in the schoolyard.

Childlike bossiness gave way to adult assertiveness. Petulance and selfishness, instead being refined into the Confidence one would need to see all their dreams reach fruition. Lorette had the whole world in front of her, and still more beyond the stars. A woman with that much ambition, that much determination would surely do great things. Forging ahead, and building a future for herself that would make everyone around her eternally envious.

But instead of all that, Lorette decided to be the worst person imaginable.

Dreams cost money. And money isn't easy to get. At least not through legal channels, though to her credit Lorette did try at first. But it soon became apparent that the Corporate world didn't leave much room for legality. If one wanted to make a profit in the largest possible scale, dirtying your hands was pretty much a requirement.

It wasn't as if she was the only one doing it anyway. Lorette ran into all sorts of shifty individuals on her way to the top. Predatory Money Lenders. Corporate Executives with at least five different Hitmen on Speed Dial. Trophy Wives that had grown tired of their grossly aging Husbands and wanted to trade them in for a newer model. The usual. Everybody wanted to kill someone, and everybody was expecting to get killed. And so while the market was saturated with individuals that would put a bullet into someone for the right price. The market for people that would take a bullet for you was virtually nonexistent.

But where everyone saw a useless endeavor, Lorette saw an opportunity. Rounding up bodies wasn't as hard as one would think. An overabundance of Assassins in the Corporate Sector meant a lot of people that knew how to fire a gun were looking for work. It started off simply enough. Someone had pissed off the wrong CEO, or Mob Boss, or some Lady that was married to the CEO or Mob Boss, and they needed a few guards to feel safer.

Maybe they'd fucked over the wrong customer. The kind with money and more connections than they'd thought. Maybe they'd ratted out a business partner, and expected retaliation. It didn't matter to Lorette. Fear drove people to pay a lot of money just to lessen it a bit, and Lorette was more than happy to prey on that fear.

It wasn't a hard job to settle into. Not for a Therian anyway. Lorette had a nose (hah!) for finding the sort of people that could get the job done. And the woman exuded the sort of aura that demanded ones' undivided attention. And so while everyone golfed, or did lines off of their desks, or had brunch at strip clubs; normal Corporate things, you know, Lorette set about obtaining and cultivating the kind of work force that Apex Implementations needed to push them to the top.

At the very least, they had a legal reason for doing it all, even if their end goals were decidedly less so. Private Security Contractors flooded the market almost as much as Assassins. But their quality tended to run the gamut from sub par, to abysmally bad. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you asked, Lorette demanded excellence on every possible level. And she set to the task of rooting it out for Apex by any means necessary. Ocassionally a less gentle touch was required to get the point across, but so long as prospective employees signed the contracts who cared if they were covered in blood?

And so it came to pass that Apex started to amass the sort of Clientele that paid very highly for quality protection, and the assurance that their secrets were safe.

They weren't.

Naturally, knowing everybody's business came with the territory. Who'd crossed who. Which person was gunning for someone else. Where they lived, where they worked. Where they'd gone into hiding. The only thing that paid more than Fear was information and Lorette's clients knew that.

There was little, if anything that was keeping her from ratting out her clients to their pursuers and she made sure that they well knew it. Protection cost a lot. But the promise to keep her mouth shut cost extra. This sort of behavior didn't exactly make the woman well liked, but who were they going to tell? The Police? Law abiding Citizens didn't hire Private Security Contractors. And it wasn't as if the Police couldn't be bought out either.

Lorette sold protection, that much was true. But she was capable of destroying to great capacity whenever she so pleased. And that became quite often. Politicians levying taxes that she had no intention of paying, other business hoping to close in on a Market that she'd practically overtaken, customers that considered taking their business elsewhere. Anything that would hurt her profits was met with overwhelming aggression. And Lorette wasn't the type of woman to let someone else pull the trigger either. Or, if the need called for it, to sink her teeth into the problem. She wasn't the only Therian out there in the Corporate Sector. And it filled her with no small amount of annoyance that Vampires flocked to office work like flies to shit. The higher you went in the Hierarchy, the more likely you'd be to find Daemons too. The Buisness World was a real who's who of Supernatural entities and Lorette was more than happy to introduce herself in the bloodies fashion possible.

While she was certainly the morally dubious sort, Lorette didn't lack for courage. Something that was in short supply among the people she did business with. When it came down to it, everyone begged and pleaded for their lives once a gun was pointed at them. No one really wanted to die as they'd lived. Instead, promising to forsake every and anything that got them there in the first place if it meant that they'd be allowed to keep drawing breath. It was all so undignified, and Lorette hated their simpering almost as much as she enjoyed pulling the trigger.

One less coward made the world a better place after all.

But the task of wrangling meat shields has since lost its allure for Lorette. She existed only to strive, and to achieve. The top of the heirarchy was still a ways off and Lorette wasn't content to rest on her laurels. Especially not with an aging CEO at the helm, and a Board of directors falling into further disarray in the wake of their leader's declining health. Humans were incredibly clever, but like Therians they thrived best under well placed leadership. Lorette didn't see why it couldn't be her.

For another Therian, the thought of having droves of Humans at their beck and call was probably unappealing. At worst it was too insulting to even consider. But Lorette would be of the mind to consider them short sighted. Humanity was capable of great things when given enough initiative, that much was clear. And naturally there were other factors to consider.

Namely the money. She was going to make so much money.

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[FearItself]

Character Type: AC
Name: Natalie Marduk
Nicknames: Nat, Lady Bane.
Age: 29yrs
Race: Signet User
Signet Type: Darkness
Religious Belief: Much like her Father Natalie is a believer in the Judeo christian religious system. She goes to church every sunday and prays every night. However she is still willing to kill and commit violence.
DOB: 7-11-90
Astrological Sign: Cancer
Sex: Female
Gender Pronoun: She
Orientation: Heterosexual
Role: The loyal Right hand
Relationship Status: Single
Relation: Salenduriel- Father, Loved
Nathan Marduk- Brother, Tolerated
Blood Type: AB
Height: 5ft 9in
Weight: 135lbs
Build type: Thin
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: blonde
Hair Style: Sleek Pincurl bob
Piercings: no
Tattoos: yes- Shw bears the same Anvil & hammer in the fireball as her father however hers is on her inner thigh.
Facial Hair: No
Occupation: Owner of the Houston club
Location of Domicile: Houston Tx
Country of Origin: America
Hobbies/Interests: Collecting Valuable jewels and jewelry, Going on missions for her father, studying other supernatural beings.
Dislikes/Pet Peeves: Her brothers Attitude, People being Rude to her,her brother, or her father, people Messing up her Club.
Abilities:
Darkness signet user- Natalie has actually had a pretty good teacher in her father. She has mastered her signet far beyond her brothers capabilities and can use it to generate cold 30ft tendrils of shadow which can peirce a human through with ease and even split a car in half longways. She can have just under a dozen of these tendrils active at any one time. And they can only be spawned from natural shadows. She can activate her "Quickening" doubling the length and number of her tendrils.
Oddities: Natalie seems to have inherited some of her fathers greedy nature and has build a rather impressive fourtune of her own in jewels.
Background Story: Natalie was born in 1990 and is the older of the two children of the Demon Salendurial. However unlike most children of Demonic heritage Natalie and her brother were raised by their father. She never met her mother and when she asked her father about her he stated that he had killed her for not wanting to follow his plan for their future. She was only 7 years old when she learned this and the memory of the reveal reverberated in her head. When she was 11 she attempted revenge on her father calling the police. The response was three squad cars and six officers showing up at their house. However much to her horror her father casually blasted the officers and their cars apart by magically spawning a terrifying looking shotgun.

From that day forward she was terrified of the monster her father had revealed himself to be and she went out of her way to try and avoid him and eventually memories of the events caused nightmares that awakened her sigil. She kept it a secret and trained herself seeing an opportunity to overwhelm her father. However at 16 when she made her attempt to attack him she learned her secret was not so well kept. Not only that but her abilities were unable to do mich of anything against her old man who never so much as summoned a weapon to defend himself. It was then that he told her of his plan for them, his plan for the earth and for hell. Her fear grew at this revelation. Turning from the type of fear that forced you to act like a cornered animal, to the type that terrified you into frozen submission. Never again would she rebel for she knew that it would be only a minor speed bump for the grandiose plans of her father.

From there on she followed him without question, and over time the fear melted away into respect, and then adoration. Every move he made was planned and methodical, he even factored in her and her brothers human needs and emotions. She grew to beleive in Salendurials vision and now does all she can to see his vision come to light. Afted all if Her father sits on the throne of all existence, then she becoms the princess of the universe.

Other: Bane Gun of oblivion- A simple looking revolver forged from the soul of a Sloth demon. It holds six shots and each shot fires either an ethereal bullet which does no damage or a mundane bullet. The ethereal bullet leaves a seal on the opponent which reduces all of their stats by 15% including the overall power output of their abilities. If all 6 shots land the foe looses 90% of their power. However all seals vanish when she reloads her gun. These bullets move at normal speed however in the case of the ethereal bullets they can pass through clothing and armor though not sheilds and cover.​

 

[FearItself]

Character Type: AC
Name: Nathan Marduk
Nicknames: Nate, The Hitman, The Black knight
Age: 26yrs
Race: Signet User
Signet Type: Darkness
Religious Belief: Nathan was raised in the same home as his sistee and shares the same beliefs as her and his father. However he does not pray or attend service.
DOB: 3-29-93
Astrological Sign: Ares
Sex: Male
Gender Pronoun: He
Orientation: heterosexual
Role: Strong & Silent Top
Relationship Status: Single
Relation:
Natalie Marduk- Sister, Beloved
Salendurial- Father, Respected
Blood Type: O-
Height: 6ft 3in
Weight: 255lbs
Build type: Beefy athletic
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: black
Hair Style: Clean cut and parted style
Piercings: No
Tattoos: He bears the Hammer & Anvil within the fireball tattoo. It is located on the left side of his back.
Facial Hair: No- Nathan stayd clean shaven.
Occupation: Owner of the Los angeles Club.
Location of Domicile: Los Angeles, California
Country of Origin: United states
Hobbies/Interests: Killing, Spending "Time" with Escorts, Expensive cars, Music.
Dislikes/Pet Peeves: Cowards, Those he deems weak, , "Normal" Humans, Therians, Vampires.
Abilities:
Darkness signet user- Nathan lacks much mastery over his signet but he makes up for it with his raw power. He can summon armor while in shadowed areas. The thicker and darker the shadows the more armor and higher quality he can spawn. These constructs can range from as hard as steel to many many times harder. His completed armor has bladed gauntlets and greaves and is a full dozen times harder than steel. Using his armor he has been able to overcome even his sisters quickening state despite he himself not having one yet.
Oddities: Nathan radiates wealth, his cologne, watch, suit, shoes, and rings would probably all go for nearly a million dollars. He drives custom made cars and even flies in jets or helicopters when needed.
Background Story:
The second and final child of Salendurial Nathan Marduk much like his sister was raised by the forge demon and was a witness to both of his sisters attempted rebellions. He saw first hand what happened when you opposed the demon and so he never made such a mistake. On the contrary he decided the best way to advance in life was to follow what his father layed out for him. At least until his sisters second rebellion when he heard the plan his father had for them and the rest of the world. It brought him emdless joy and all made sense to him. After all the hierarchy of power was the one that mattered the most.

However he slowly grew frustrated however as his impatience and tenacity grew, while his father was patient and at times would surrender or resprt to bargaining. Something that Nathan could not tolerate, as such during one of the many meetings they had with an enemy, nathan took it upon himself to armor up and strike the enemy down. For this he was promptly beaten out of his armor by his father and explained why he was letting the enemy move into their territory. It was humiliating and it taught nathan an important lesson in patience.

Since then he has wisened up considerably and now manages the los angeles club. However he does still have a considerable amount of rage and hatred bottled up, which Salendurial vents by sending him on hits for the enemies he wants dead. This has also made him more of a dangerous fighter and solidified him as one of his fathers most commonly used soldiers.

Other- Maelstrom- A machine-gun moddled after a tommy gun but infused with a demons soul to grant it a nearly bottomless drum via a portal connecting the drum to a crate of ammo stored in the los angeles club vault. It has also been modified to have an accelerated firerate and an immunity to overheating via the same portals which bring bullets into the chamber. These portals also transport the heat from the gunshots into the space between the earth and the moon. This essentially lets him rain bullets on foes for excessively long periods of times and all the while never having to reload.

 

[SachiGrl]

Character Type: Main Character
Name: Breesh Temerária
Age: 27
Race: Therianthrope
Species: Bastão, Diphylla ecaudata
Rank: 62
Religious Belief: Reencarnação
DOB: 9 de janeiro
Sex: Female
Orientation: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Polyamorous
Família:
♚Biológico father - Doshte Veterano 21
♛Biológica mother - Breesh Encrenqueira -
♙Cheia sister - Breeshte estagiária +200
♜Mother do pai - Onah Veterana 50
♘Sister do pai - Ysh Temerária 89
♙Brother do pai - Doshte Encrenqueiro -
♜Mother do pai - Eah Encrenqueira -
♙Sister do pai - Neeah Aventureira 142
♙Sister do pai - Em Aventureira 177
♜Father do mãe - Oris Encrenqueiro -
♗Brother do mãe - Oris Veterano 29
♙Brother do mãe - Bo Encrenqueiro -
♙Brother do mãe - Ep Aventureiro 110
Blood Type: BEA 1.1 (Bat Erythrocyte Antigens)
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 160 lbs
Build type: Slender/muscular
Eye Color:
Sclera - Black
Iris - Gold
Pupil - Black
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Style: Dreads
Piercings: Standard lobe, upper lobe, orbital, and helix.
Tattoos: Black, tribal tattoos from the mid to lower back and on the outer portions of her thighs.
Occupation: Huntress/Business woman
Location of Domicile: Nordeste do Brasil
Country of Origin: Brasil
Hobbies/Interests: Feather collector, creating decorative bead curtains with feathers intertwined, making jewelry and crafts out of feathers, and caring for her full-blood sister.
Dislikes/Pet Peeves: Family drama, jealousy, and arguments relating to blood and non-blood family members.
Abilities:
Infrared Perception - Their nose acts like a heat-seeking sensor that allows them to find blood vessels near the surface of their host’s skin.
Echolocation - They send out a sort of sonar so they can navigate in the absolute dark.
Beijo de um Bastão - The Bastão forcibly/stealthily kisses their victim and regurgitate anticoagulant into their bodies; the anticoagulant causes non-stop nosebleeds, difficulty breathing, coughing/vomiting of blood, and the target is more susceptible to bruising.
Oddities: Breesh has an obsession with feathers; from the top of her head to her toes, there not an article of clothing without a woven feather.
Background:
The Bastãos are located primarily in the northeastern region of Brazil. Breesh Temerária, a Bastão of the Diphylla ecaudata species, was born in São Domingos city's most beautiful cave Terra Ronca. Over generations, her clan of Bastãos modernized the cave, making it a beautiful mansion she calls home. In her clan, the strongest has the last say and civil battles happen on the daily; it is the only method of ranking up, by challenging those of higher ranks. Most Bastãos simply listen and abide to those of higher ranks, while others refuse to take orders unless beaten in a battle. Breesh, since she was a child, has been known to fight over meaningless orders; she wants to reach the same rank as her father or even higher, but that was not her only goal. She has had a deep passion for feathers; she has a dream to collect them all from the various bird species in the world and make crafts out of them.

The Bastãos of the Diphylla ecaudata species consume only avian blood and on rare occasions Mammal blood. Breesh Temerária is one of the many sanguivorous huntresses who hunt wild birds in the forest as her clan's secondary food source. A few of their kind farm outside of the national park Terra Ronca, raising chickens and roosters for both profit and as the primary food source for their clan. Their product name, Frango do Mestre, is widely known in Brazil with its logo being a silhouette of chicken with bat wings. Like most Bastãos, Breesh's clan is very old fashioned and works much like a gypsy-mafia hybrid, unafraid of outcasting or even killing those who do not wish to serve the clan, and also not allowing their kind to breed with other races; breeding with different species was only slightly acceptable, but still frowned upon. The clan is extremely proud of their species uniquely short ears; padless, short thumb; and large, shiny eyes when they're in their tiny beast form.

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