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Angelina Sangue

"I shouldn't care, but I do."​

BasicsName: Angelina Lora Eunice Sangue
Nickname: Angel, Lina
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heteroflexible
Date of Birth: March 19
Species: Vampire
Role: Vampire Princess

AppearanceFace Claim: Kaya Scodelario
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 121 lbs
Distinguishing Features: Thin Body Frame
Tattoos/Markings: Two Dots on Her Neck (Resemble a Bite Mark) ; Stars on Back of Her Neck (Hidden by Hair)

PersonalityPersonality:
Angelina has grown up sheltered by her parents and the servants in her castle, and so she finds herself dreaming of adventure and seeing the sun (theoretically) shining on a forest floor somewhere. Unfortunately, she does not have the luxury of exploring the outside world she wishes to see, due to the protections her parents have kept her under since she was a baby.

Because she's never really "done" anything, Angel can be a little bit naive. She doesn't seem to know much between decorum and how to be a princess, so her social interactions are awkward at best, unless they involve her maid or her brother, the only people she is technically allowed to be herself with.

But there is one other person she is herself with, and because of her relationship with him, Angel has become a bit of a romantic. Poetry, romance novels (that she hides from her brother), even daydreaming. She's a foolish young girl in love, and she's forced to hide it from everyone... but she's very, very close to revealing it to everyone.

Virtues: Adventurous, Innocent, Considerate, Empathetic, Loving
Vices: Naive, Awkward, Gossipy, Possessive, Petty
Likes: Poetry, Romance Novels, Private Rooms, History, Forests
Dislikes: Fancy Balls, Lessons, Nonfiction, Rainy Season, Most Werewolf Emissaries
Quirks: Bites her lip to prevent herself from saying something fraught with innuendos ; tends to wink a little too often.
Fear: Punishment from her parents should they find out about her treacherous heart.
Desire: She doesn't want to marry the prince... in fact, she'd rather marry him.
Secret: Angel's biggest secret, of course, is her affair with De Lune's king's valet.

BioHistory:
Angelina Lora Eunice Sangue was born the first and only princess to the King and Queen of Sangue. Because she was a female heir to the throne, she was put under strict care and protection from the moment she was born. She never truly got to go outside, even to see the gardens which were full of guards.

The only friend Angel had was her younger brother, who was put under similar protection, but seeing as he wasn't the kingdom's direct heir, their parents were easier on him. So Angel suffered alone, until she met her official maid when she became a teenager. Now she had a friend, one who had seen the outside world, unlike her.

Angel and her maid looked very similar--so similar, they could have switched places and her parents may not have known the difference. But she never tried this theory out, because she was afraid of the consequences... and she was afraid what it could mean for her future. Especially know, with her maid in her life, she had heard whispers that she was a more befitting princess than Angel was. (What did that mean? She'd been raised as a princess!)

Sometime in her teenage years, her parents began annually welcoming emissaries from De Lune to negotiate some sort of truce between their countries. The emissary often included a close servant of the Werewolf King and Queen, their valet... and though Angel only passed him in the halls, she found him fascinating. There was something... exotic about him, probably due to his differing heritage. She had a schoolgirl crush.

But he always came back. As the King and Queen's personal servant, he was obligated to attend and make sure the emissary did what the King and Queen would want. And she would always make sure to bump into him and make inane conversation with him that would cause her heart to flutter.

And then... after a few years of this... he kissed her.

Thus began what Angel would begin to consider an epic romance. Stolen kisses during his visits, secret letters written as if they were to discuss the truce forming between their countries...she was definitely falling in love, but she could never tell her parents or anyone else, not even her brother or her maid.

Then her parents announced her engagement.

She's being forced to marry another werewolf, but it's not the one she loves, and she'll have to hide it from everyone. But can she really marry another when she's fallen so far for the wolf who kissed her?

Theme Song: "If I Can't Have You" - Shawn Mendes
Misc. Info: She once bit another vampire when she was young and couldn't control her blood urges. This is what caused the marks on her neck (it's a weird vampire blood thing).

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[div class=container][div class=cont] [div class=image][div class=name]Aurora[/div][/div] [div class=hold][div class=outline][div class=round][/div] [div class="tabsContent1"][div class=title]Basics. [/div] [div class=yo][div class=scroll][div class=firstword]full name[/div]Aurora La'crest

[div class=firstword]nickname[/div] She'll take any name given

[div class=firstword]age[/div] 19

[div class=firstword]birthday[/div] December 23rd

[div class=firstword]gender[/div] Female

[div class=firstword]sexuality[/div] Straight

[div class=firstword]weight[/div] 132 lbs

[div class=firstword]height[/div] 5’ 5”

[div class=firstword]distinguishing features[/div] She has a harsh looking burn scar on her left leg

[div class=firstword] tattoo’s/markings[/div] None other than her scar

[div class=firstword]faceclaim[/div] Ann Kuleshova

[div class=firstword]role[/div] Vampire Maid[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent2" style="display: none"][div class=title]persona.[/div] [div class=yo][div class=scroll][div class=firstword]personality[/div] Calm and quiet, Aurora is a watcher rather than a participant. She is loyal to a fault to the princess, and would go as far as lying to her parents (or now, parent) if she asked. She doesn’t like it, however, and tries to be the voice of reason to anyone who asks. Of course, she will cause trouble from time to time of her own accord, but never has she purposely harmed someone because of it.

[div class=firstword]Vices[/div] She tends to have heavy sarcasm, which is alright with her friends, and even the princess if it’s not insulting. But to other royals and high standers, she tends to let her mouth slip. Her tongue will get her into trouble one day, but if she respects you in any way shape or form, she will usually recognize her mistake. She has a hard time dealing with air heads or entitled snobs. She’ll get angry easily around them, and has to mentally remind herself of their station against hers. She Is a bit of a pushover, regarding the fact she’ll do anything (within reason) anyone tells her if they’re of a higher standing than her. She mostly just wants to stay out of trouble, even if the request annoys her. If you hurt her trust, it will be near impossible for her to trust you again. She pushes people away if they hurt her, even unintentionally. A single comment that she doesn’t make big deal out of could eat her up inside.

[div class=firstword]Virtues[/div] Loyal, trust worthy, and can keep a secret to her death. She is confidant in her actions, and isn’t an air-headed girl. She is grounded in her choices, and takes her orders seriously, whether it’s help the princess get ready for a ball, or deliver a message to an important person in the castle. Aurora has firm belief (though she won’t say it unless asked) that anyone can be a good person if they try, but is not so naive to believe that everyone is a good person.

[div class=firstword]Quirks[/div] Aurora can sew; a trait that causes her to wrap her fingers from pricking herself or just for protection. She tends to bite her thumb nail a lot when thinking, or pick at her nail with her finger. She’ll also chew on her lip when nervous. Aurora can also play piano, a skill she learned from her mothers best friend.

[div class=firstword]Likes[/div] Rain, warmth, fruits, and quiet spaces. She loves to read, especially to people. She likes to wander gardens, almost as if she’s lost even though she usually knows which way to go.

[div class=firstword]Dislikes[/div] Bright lights, being singled out, airheads and stuck up attitudes. She hates when people don’t stick to their word, and especially if it breaks a level of trust. Insulting comments about anyone she respects, or herself, unless of course they’re sarcastic or have no meaning to them.

[div class=firstword]Fear[/div] Finding love. She both wants and fears it to an insane amount. She doesn’t want to love someone she can’t have.

[div class=firstword]Desire[/div] She just wants to know that everything the princess is giving up is worth it. She understands what the marriage means, and while she may be ignorant to the princess’s *ahem* affair, she knows she is giving up a lot.

[div class=firstword]Secret[/div] Aurora is strongly against this marriage. At least so soon. She thinks it’s unfair to both the prince and princess to have their loves chosen for them, and believes it could do more harm than good to marry them. Because of this, she currently has a strong dislike for the Kings and Queens of both kingdoms.

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Mateo slipped on his blue jacket, the thin Jean like pattern looking nice against his white tee shirt and dark ripped jeans. He had a watch on, and his black converse with some sunglasses for flair. His mom might get onto him about how hot it is, but Mateo didn’t really care. He thought he looked cool, and besides, the jacket rolled up to his elbows. He heard his sister in her room, talking to someone. Probably Leah. Those two were pretty close, from what Mateo saw. He sighed, opening the door and exiting his room, and decided to head to the bathroom to fix his hair momentarily.

Mateo ran his hands through his hair, making sure no random pieces had escaped his glance. He smiled in satisfaction, and gave himself finger guns in the mirror. He then skipped downstairs, and decided to slide down the banister sideways. He smiled and laughed as loud as his vocal cords allowed (which was pretty quiet for a mute person) as he went, before landing perfectly on the floor. He had been painting a little while ago, so he didn’t really notice that he had paint on his cheek; something he missed in the mirror. He wouldn’t have cared either way.

He saw his two sisters, Aleah and Eva, talking about leaving for the barbecue (was it a barbecue?) thing, so he waved his hands frantically when Eva asked Aleah if she wanted to ride with her. Mateo stuck a dramatic pose, before smiling and walking up to them so they could see him sign clearly. Mateo was frantic and funny inside the house, and with his family, but outside the house? No way. That’s why he admired Eva so much. She was so bold and confidant. Aleah, on the other hand.... he had mixed feelings. She was cool, and was great to talk to sometimes, but she could be a handful. And that’s coming from the youngest in the family!

Can I come along, please? He signed fluidly, making sure they could catch what he was ‘saying’. He smiled up at them, and put his shades on top of his head. He also saw Aleah’s heels, and raised his eyebrows. Eva’s heels were practical, they wouldn’t sink into the mud when she walked. Mateo wasn’t so sure about Aleah’s.

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[div class="heading heading6 show"]Briar Rose

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Briar Rose Zabielski
[div class=tag]nickname[/div] B[ee]
[div class=tag]age[/div] 18
[div class=tag]gender[/div] Female
[div class=tag]sexuality[/div] Heterosexual
[div class=tag]dob[/div] January 1
[div class=tag]species[/div] Vampire
[div class=tag]role[/div] Vampire Maid [/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02"]

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Zora Cock
[div class=tag]hair color[/div] Red
[div class=tag]eye color[/div] Hazel
[div class=tag]height[/div] 5'5
[div class=tag]weight[/div] 137lbs
[div class=tag]distinguishing features[/div] Hair
[div class=tag]tattoos/markings[/div] wrist tattoo [/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03"]

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For the most part, Briar is the type of girl who gets her work done without complaint. She does have a bit of a temper problem, one that she's managed to reign in for the most part. Her superiors are quick to let her know when she steps out of line. Impulsive and sometimes too honest for her own good, she's also gotten into trouble because of her mouth. Still, she's a hard worker and a fast learner to boot. In other words, her good outweighs her bad. Usually.
[div class=tag]virtues[/div] hard worker | passionate | brave | honest
[div class=tag]vices[/div] impulsive | impatient | proud | stubborn
[div class=tag]quirks[/div] tugs on her hair when anxious/embarrassed | chews on the tips of pens
[div class=tag]likes[/div] the princess | her private space | music | boots
[div class=tag]dislikes[/div] the idea of being forced to marry | the sunlight | most seafood | werewolves
[div class=tag]fear[/div] burning alive | losing the princess
[div class=tag]desire[/div] to find out/meet her father
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Briar never knew her father. From a name to his face, her mother refused to talk about him. Young Briar would ask, of course, wanting to know about the mysterious man. Every question was shut down, and eventually, her mother got fed up with the questions. She shut them down permanently. As Briar got older, she did learn to stop asking, but she never stopped searching for clues.

Born into a life of servitude, Briar has spent practically her whole life in the Sangue castle. For the most part, she's kept her head down and just done her work, though her snooping has gotten her into trouble before a handful of times. She became the princesses handmaid as a young teenager after losing her mother, and is fiercely loyal to her.

She never did find any information on her father. Settling into her role as the vampire princesses maid, she eventually placed it on the back burner, finding that the princesses wants and needs were more important. At least, if she were to survive with a decent job and a roof over her head.
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[Cosmo]

Name
'Agon'

Nickname
Slave, Guard, Hey You, Human, Champion of the Emerald Sea

Age
24

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Date of Birth
December 6th

Species
Human

Role
That One Human

Appearance

Face Claim
Ben Dahlhaus

Hair Color
Blond

Eye Color
Blue

Height
6'4

Weight
219

Distinguishing Features
Numerous scars on his body including a crisscross of old lash marks on the back that have slowly scarred over into a jumbled mess of scar tissue as well as very long blond hair that runs down to the middle of his back.

Tattoos/Markings
On his left pectoral are two brands, the first an old brand of a pierced heart, the mark of ownership during his days of the Blood Arena and the 'new' brand that is over it is that of the Vampiric Royal Emblem

Personality

Personality
Proud | Bitter | Obedient | Abrasive | Callous

Agon despite his status in this dark world, holds on to a deep seated pride, a pride that grew from his days in the arena, a strange validation that is gruesome and cruel, but it is pride, nonetheless. Agon knows what he is capable of and is not one for false modesty however he doesn't take well to being overlooked or false sympathy something that is synonymous with his position within the court. Being treated as some kind of errant pet by some or a pitiful creature that was 'saved' by the crown, neither sit well with Agon's pride. Agon has value, he had a purpose, he has a skill set, a valuable skill set and while it may seem nonsensical and even desperate to try and find value with such creatures, people make due with the lot they are given. That purpose was taken away out of a misbegotten sense of self-righteousness and Agon does not take kindly to having it rubbed in his face as if he should be grateful and it is only a lifetime of 'service' that keeps his tongue shut. A proud man in a world of monsters, when Agon bows it is stiff and never as low as it should be. As one can gather, Agon is a bitter man. He hates the creatures that rule the world, the mutts and the blood drinking parasites, hates this mankind is all but extinct, hates that he should be 'happy' to be a slave of the court instead of in the underground blood arenas or as a errant noble's appetizer. The way they look at him, either in pity or as food, disgust Agon and it takes everything he has to not lash out at them even as his heart desperately wishes to do so. Every action that is taken to him, even those out of kindness, are met with suspicion of hidden agendas or misbegotten self-righteousness. It doesn't matter to him, not truly, that the person may actually have no other intentions, Agon simply cannot allow such thoughts to pass through his walls, the world is as it is, the world is one he hates but understands, why muddle that up?

Despite his pride and the lurking anger and resentment in his heart, Agon is obedient. Not loyal. Not dutiful. Obedient. A lifetime of servitude does that and Agon learned long ago that to simply do as told is better then starvation and the lash and while the royalty might not do so, it is hard to shake off such hard learned lessons, but he is not loyal. There is not a single shred of loyalty in his heart for any vampire, the deep seated resentment and hatred makes that all but impossible and while it may be amusing that he hates them for their own bias as he drowns in his own, it matters naught because they have all the power while he has none and only a fool is loyal to such a dynamic. He is not dutiful because he takes no pride in his 'duty', does not honor this hidden ideal, no, just obedient because he must be. If he did not have to obey, he wouldn't, but true to their kind, vampires always mistake obedience for loyalty. Agon tends to keep his metaphorical head down, but when pushed, he will speak and they are never kind words. They are sharp, brunt and often hold the faint edge of insubordination or outright mockery, never enough to be called out without seeming foolish for lowering oneself to confront a slave, but just enough to make them wonder. This tone is purposeful, Agon does not need false friends nor does he want to give anyone the hope of such, he does not need their pity nor their false smiles, this abrasive nature keeps them away. Anyone that gets close is met with a icy cold shoulder and a sharp tongue, while the isolation can become lonely, almost suffocatingly so, it is one he has gotten used to as a lifetime is more then enough to get used to it a sad statement but no less true. At this point, it is reflex to be so abrasive, Agon does not need to think about it, he just does it and it is doubtful he could ever stop.

Perhaps the most offsetting thing about Agon is just how callous he can be. He has lived a life of blood, chain and sand, he has seen enough to be desensitized to most things. Actions that would appall the fragile high society are met with a dispassionate shrug. The depravity of the parasites and mutts that shock and horrify people are well known to Agon and he will disregard the pain of others even if it is similar to his own because he has to. He has lived, ate, slept, wept and dreamed with people in his youth only to see them die or be the one to kill them, he simply cannot allow himself such attachments anymore, his heart is hardened and sealed behind his abrasive tongue, buried under pride and entombed by bitterness.. and it has kept him alive even if, at times, there seems to be no point to life besides to draw another breath but, well, breathing, like all habits, can be rough to break.

Virtues
Diligent, Honest, Enduring, Cunning

Vices
He doesn't have any, its not because he is a beacon of virtue, but as a guard/slave/pet whatever they wish to refer to him as, he doesn't have access to things like alcohol or other such substances. Sex isn't a vice as humans are rare and he would rather make love to a porcupine before a vampire or werewolf and like most slaves, sex tends to have negative connotations, no, instead his vice is a small thing. At night, when no one is around, he steals apples from the grove, a small treat.

Quirks
Straightens if someone raises their voice, always steps with his left foot first,
plays with his hair when uneasy, paces when brooding

Likes
Apples, Bread, Sunrises, Clear Blue Skies, Sand, Sound of Cheers, Trees,
Mountains, Beds/Blankets, Tea, Cinnamon, Sweets, Baths, Gardens


Dislikes
Dried Blood, Vampires, Werewolves, Pity, False Sympathy, Moon,
Crowds, Cities, Balls/Parties, Restraints, Insects, Dogs

Fear
The Iron Cage: A tight iron cell with a single opening at eye level. Too confined to move, it was an effective punishment used in his childhood, before he was 'saved'.
Starvation: The horror of the body wilting away until it can do nothing but curl up in pain, unable to do anything its.. a fate Agon knows all too well.

Desire
Agon dreams of tall trees, the sun on his face tracking a beast through the snow before an endless horizon. A world where there are no walls, a world where he can just walk with not a soul around to tell him no. Alone, forgotten and free

Secret
Deep hatred of vampire/werewolf kind.

Biography
History

Faded Memories
Agon doesn't remember much about his childhood, although he knows 'Agon' was not his name. His mother, a kind woman who was the slave of a minor vampire noble overseeing a small village, had named him after her father, a name that rest on the edge of his mind half-forgotten and long since used. They lived comfortably, his mother was something of a companion to the baron and Agon knew they lived comfortably. The baron would take small 'sips' from her, a luxury afford by wealth, but it was peaceful. Agon can recall being chased by the rather draconian chef for stealing morsels of vegetables and fruit, specially grown and paid for to serve for dinner with the boy and his mother, being the only humans who required it then given quite the talking to when the old, bur surprisingly agile, old vampiress would catch him by the ear. How his mother would read to him as he was tucked into a bed far too large for him, the crackle of the fire as is slowly burned in the fireplace.. He cannot remember her face or her voice, but he can remember the way she smelled, of cinnamon and fresh bread, of the crackling of flame, of the warmth of the blanket and how at peace and safe he felt in those moments. But nothing last forever, especially the nice. The baron fell out of favor with the crown and then fell into debt, his assets were seized by his neighbor and Agon was pried away from his mother, sold to help settle the debt to the more risque underworld elements of the kingdom... Agon has no idea what happened to his mother, the last memory he has is of the parasites that held her as he was pulled away into the carriage, of her tear stained face seen between the bars as she slowly disappeared over the horizon to the sound of wooden wheels and the clomp of hoof on stone.

He was young and 'malleable' so was taken to a Dominus to be trained to partake in the Blood Arenas as a gladiator, to fight man, beast and various criminal elements of the world the vampire had built in the ruins of human civilization. Locked away with a handful of other human boys and girls, he was forged. Half starved, beaten, forced to fight beast and the other children to sharpen his senses, strengthen his body, desensitize him to violence and erode his will.. Humans are expensive, children even more so, and when a child wasn't 'cut out' to be a gladiator, they were sold off, friendships they tried to forge was often broken up by this and if the Doctore discovered budding friendships, they sought to destroy them by pitting the children against one another to keep them isolated, compliant.. Despite this he did have a friend, Alcine. She was swift, cunning and they acted as rivals upon the training floor constantly bickering and bumping into one another to give off the illusion of hatred and at night they would tap on each other's walls to tell stories and share dreams. As he grew older, he was given a name, Agon, a fitting name for one who would struggle the rest of his life. When he was fifteen, he and the few remaining children, including Alcine, were deemed ready and so they were slotted to fight. There were six of them at the beginning, given batons and cudgels, they were shoved into a filthy stone square as vampires jeered at them within the damp sewer, told to fight among each others as only three of them would be sent off with the Dominus to the blood arena while the other three would remain back to participate in the pits, a horrid series of underground fights far more brutal then the arena and more profitable, a way for the Dominus to maximum his earnings off their flesh. Agon, Alcine and another youth whose name Agon can no longer recalled made it, one boy did not survive and the other two were dragged off to the pits.. Agon can still remember their pleas and screams, but they didn't truly reach him, his ability to feel something for their fate had been broken long ago.

Blood of the Arena
The Blood Arena is a tricky thing, technically, it is illegal and should not exist, but it is one of those things that people turn a blind eye towards for the sake of tradition and keeping the masses happy. A massive complex out in the eastern deserts where the sun could bake flesh and drive a man mad. Dominus from all over the world, including the lands of the mangy mutts, would gather to test their warriors, earn wealth and glory, where the nobility could enjoy the 'finest' of blood. They would pay special 'fees' allowing them to have a small sip of the victor's blood and a glass of the loser, of course, these fees were exuberant and the gladiators were far too precious to have too much blood removed, as even a loser could rise to fight again and earn more wealth for their Dominus. This lack of quantity served only to push the fees higher and higher as the decadent and corrupted members of nobility sought to taste the 'finest' of blood and what blood was better then from such specimens taken from the height of emotion that would only serve to sweeten the taste. There were many rules to the arena, gladiators were to do their best to avoid the faces of their opponents as Vampires were vain creatures and loved to see more.. handsome specimens bleed one another, they were to always spare the loser if quarter was asked for human flesh was rare these days.. and the winner would sever the hair of the loser. As far as Agon could tell, vampires could not be bothered to be expected to learn the names of such lesser creatures, so instead it was a much simpler solution, the longer the hair, the more prestigious the Gladiator.

Agon spent years in the eastern deserts, within the arena, fighting man, beast and even, occasionally, vampires and werewolves with all manner of weapon.. his hair grew as did his prestige and Agon began to love it. The cheers of the crowd, the swirl of emotion when he emerged victorious, how warm the sun felt when he held his weapon aloft, the validation of his existence every time he cut the hair of the vanquished, sending them to be bled for the parasites that awaited them, it was almost intoxicating, a change in his life. He was no longer a slave in some misbegotten pen, he wasn't some child hoping for love and getting the lash in its place, he was something more. In that moment, when his opponent fell, when the crowd cheered, when fifty thousand pairs of ears were upon him... he ascended. He wasn't a slave, he wasn't even a man, in that instant, he was a god. A sickening joy, playing right into their hands, but it didn't matter, it was euphoric, a sensation he had felt so little of growing up that he could now almost drown in it all... At least, that is what he believed.

Champion of the Emerald Sea
The greatest gladiator was dubbed the 'Champion of the Emerald Sea' as the arena was surrounded by a endless sea of sand, the vampires figured it was suitably poetic. The last champion was Atticus, a giant of a man who was defeated by Agon and Alcine who fought as a duo, chained together at the wrist. When a champion fights, or falls, they are killed. Every drop of blood is taken from their body and sold to the highest bidder earning the Domnius and Arena gold beyond imagine as such champion fights are seldom held and it isn't rare to have a champion 'retire' after only a few fights, but this time.. this time would be 'different' for Alcine and Agon were special. They had a chemistry the crowds have always noticed, the promoters hammed it up, star crossed lovers raised by the same Dominus, vanquished the Giant of the Eastern Desert together.. and now would face one another for the right to become Champion of the Emerald Sea, it was almost poetic, in their minds, that such a lesser race that couldn't even properly serve as food for their kind could aspire to such a degree... As for Alcine and Agon, it was different. They never stopped their tapping communications and they had a bond. It wasn't love as others would understand it, it was something more, something stronger. A bond forged in time, blood and pain. Just the knowledge the other was on the other side of that stone wall was enough to get up in the morning, knowing that he may get a glimpse of her and that raven hair was... reward enough. This was a championship fight, the loser would be drained... One of them was going to die.

Whispers floated around that the winner of what was being dubbed as the greatest match of the age would walk free, but it was a foolish thing. Freedom was worthless. They were humans in a world of beast, freedom just meant they would be free until they were put in chains again by the next beast they came across, titles and words were meaningless when spoken around fangs. The night before the fight, Agon tried to tap to her, to say something.. anything, but she never responded and the silence was deafening. Their fight was long and harsh. The cheers of the crowd meant nothing and it was as if they weren't there. It was a dance.. the last dance, they would ever have together and when it was over, Agon was left with a broken blade in his hand and Alcine was kneeling in the sand, the blood that ran from their wounds was greedily devoured by the parched sands and.. Agon broke. The image of Alcine hung upside down like some animal, drained of her blood for the filthy parasites to guzzle down like some kind of treat was too much. Her soft brown eyes were empty and she had opened her mouth to say something... but Agon didn't let her. With a single thrust, he drove his broken blade into her chest and let the sands have her blood. As her body collapsed, as her blood sank into the sand, as the nobles prepared their whips and lashes for his breaking of the rules and denial of their reward.. Agon let the emotions overcome him, all the anger, the pain and the sorrow bubbled out and Agon's scream joined the thunderous cheers.

Kingly Chains
For the next year, Agon was a shell. He fought when he had to. He ate when food was put in front of him. He drank when his throat could no longer stand it, but he was empty. Agon had died on those sands with Alcine, his body just hadn't figured it out yet. He is unsure how, or even why, but he was 'purchased', although Agon doubted much coin was used and instead a few well placed threats were made, by the crown. Perhaps one of the royal line had seen him and felt pity, perhaps they saw a beast they could tame, a famed human warrior chained and collared to have as a sign status.. but it didn't matter to Agon. It was a new cage, bigger and gilded, but still a cage. Given his skills and history, he would have made a poor domestic slave, so instead, he was outfitted as a guard... although with a large red sash over the armor to mark him out as a slave, wouldn't want the nobles to confuse him with an actual vampire guard to be respected and obeyed, after all. He patrolled, he bowed, he stood at attention besides the throne so that all could see the Champion of the Emerald Sea, the newest jewel within the crown... The emptiness he felt was soon filled with bitterness. In the arena, he had a purpose, a purpose that was cruel and had lost its meaning, but one none the less.. Now he was just a show piece and for reasons he couldn't fathom why. Some whispered it was an act of kindness for a broken animal, others that it was a power move to show the crown could command such beings others that it was a message to the Dominus that what they were doing was illegal and allowed only because the crown turned a blind eye but to never get too full of themselves... But what does the intention of giants matter to an ant? So Agon stands, in his marked armor, watching the blood sucking parasites pretend to be human, making a mockery of the world they destroyed and waits till the day he can no longer stand again.

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Miscellaneous Info
Even though it isn't fashionable, especially for a 'servant' to have such long hair, he refuses to let it be cut as back in his days in the arena, long hair was a sign of prestige. The losing fighter had their hair cut by the winner, marking their shame and defeat. The longer the hair, the greater the fighter, a silly tradition imposed upon them by cruel overlords to more easily discern a slave's, and their bloods, value, but it is one of the few things he has control of and will not surrender it easily... Also he cannot read.

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Cassius 'Cas' Corden had returned to the sleepy town of Salem just yesterday, in time for the fall festival that always seemed oddly important to the town. While others had parades, gatherings and other such functions, the people of Salem put a gusto into Halloween that Cas had yet to experience at his dorm. Before he left, he knew there were a few parties that the other Uni kids were going to attend as well as some that wanted to dress up and go trick or treating as if they were young again, but instead of doing either, he was back in Salem, back home. How many of the old gang was even still around? How many had left like him? Cas was a little ashamed that he hadn't bothered to try and stay in touch, moving away and leaving them all behind in the past just seemed normal, after all, awkward forced reunions was more of a 'Highschool Reunion' thing not a, 'Hey, its been awhile, yea, my grandfather passed away so I'm back for a few weeks... Sorry about the whole not calling thing but I had other things and while I cannot think of those other things, please know they were super, duper, important just like our relationship?'

The breeze the rolled through town, the orange glow of the setting sun, it was all so familiar. Despite coming back and after he had left it all behind, it was like he had stepped into a picture. Just poof, and he was back. It was incredibly disconcerting and he had sneaking suspicions that most of the old gang had hung around because if nothing had changed, why would they have? Would Tessa still be playing around in the forest at night looking for ghost and ghoulies? Was Lottie still around and with the herd of a family? What about Shaun? Cas let his eyes roam the crowd forming before the mayor for his yearly, 'I did not sleep with that woman, please, believe me, and like, happy festival that I put together again this year, vote for me because, come on, no one else ever runs!' speech that Cas was sure was as inspiring as it was every year, it helped that the speech was mostly the same, the mayor wasn't exactly a big fan of change which probably explained why Salem remained the same, ageless as if frozen and forgotten by the rest of the world, perhaps Tessa had some insane idea that it was secret witches out in their secret woods with secret rituals and secret frogs and secret magic and secret keeping-stuff-the-same magic.

Cas followed old habits and started to make his way across the park, his gaze locked up at the mayor as his hands moved as he spoke. Cas was far enough away that the breeze stole the words but he could imagine what he was saying, almost word for word as the repeated speech turned over in his mind that was until he bumped into something. It was soft, small and didn't put up much of a fight. Cas looked down to see a small woman staring up at him, from the ground where he had knocked her, and, yes, upon closer examination that was not a happy face staring up at him. The eyes that glared daggers at him were unusual. Hidden among the 'I'm about to claw off your face and scream at your mother' was a strange otherworldly allure, a gaze that you would try to avoid else be lost into them, set within a beautiful face framed by hair as dark as night. Who was she? She seemed familiar yet not. A face that danced on the edge of the mind, someone spotted once or twice but with a name you cannot place the face to. What was she doing in Salem? As the moments passed, Cas realized something.. he was still just standing over her. He had not offered a hand, he had not said sorry, he hadn't said shit and the chance to do so had passed about three or four moments ago, "Well, this is awkward," Cas said putting it to voice as he weighed his options. She didn't look pleased, he almost wanted to just keep walking and pretend nothing happened, but that would be weird and offering his hand to her would be super weird and she may try to rip it off, so when in doubt, "So... Some weather were having, amirite?"

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— basic information;

Name: Rune Linden ; a name given to her by the old lady Branwen who took her in the orphanage. Branwen was the director of the orphanage and adopted her as her daughter. Rune, despite being a masculine name, means "secret" as well as "mighty strength".
Nickname: Little Sparrow ; since the old lady who took her in was named Branwen which means 'blessed raven', Branwen gave Rune the nickname 'little sparrow' which symbolises joy and and protection.
Luna ; a nickname only saved for Isobel and Dante - the two couple who watched out for her in the renegade clan. The two couple helped Rune whenever she transitioned and reminded them of the moon.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heteromantic
Date of Birth: June 24th [ Cancer ] | Moonchild
Species: Halfbreed [ See Secret ]
Role: Werewolf Maid

— appearance;

Face Claim: The young werewolf resembles the model Darla Baker.
Hair Color: With long, dark mocha hair, Rune's hair falls freely down her back. Slightly wavy, Rune rarely does anything with her hair unless she puts it in a bun to keep it out of her face when she's "working".
Eye Color: Her eyes, depending on the light, switches between light green to a blue hue. Nevertheless, under the moonlight, her eyes tend to shine brightly, almost in a glowing manner.
Height: Lithe and agile, the 'leggy' female stands at five feet and five inches.
Weight: Rune tries to have an athletic build, however, she is on the petite and slimmer side compared to her other werwolf counterparts | kins.
Distinguishing Features: Her lithe frame and eyes are her distinguishing features. Eyes that can capture the soul and daintiness that is much tougher than it appears.
Tattoos/Markings: Not free from blemishes, Rune has a few jagged scars on her back which also includes a burnt mark. She has matching tattoos with Isobel and Dante - the three of them have 3 separate parts but when put together, it makes a sigil and words. However, the tattoo can stand alone as well.

Although Rune comes off frail and at times seems underweight, she's much more than meets the eyes. Her long legs help her when it comes to climbing and she tends to work out her arms and upper body strength to keep up with her stamina and lifting. Despite being a werewolf, she's smaller than most of her kin and a bit of an oddity compared to them. Regardless, it may be due to her mixed genes and blood - one she has yet to understand.

When she transform, it's quite painful to the point that she hates turning into a wolf as she can hear her body crack and bend and it's just not something she enjoys unlike the rest of her kin. Although she has some control over when she shifts, she has trouble going back and forth due to the immense pain. Nevertheless, whenever she is in her wolf form, her hunger is insatiable. She craves blood and at times, may be uncontrollable if not stopped.

Her diet is different than most and at times, it doesn't sit right with her. Nevertheless, she's tried different types of diet and still has yet to find the one that she can stick to that doesn't involve a hint of blood. Alas, it doesn't work. On the other hand, one good thing about Rune's ability to shift is her sense of hearing, eyesight, and smell. Her wolf fur is silky black as she keeps most of her appearances the same, though her eyes are more bright blue.

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— persona;

Personality: At first glance, Rune is seen as timid and meek, not one who voices her opinions due to her appearance. However, that is not the case. When she personally believes in something she becomes lively and passionate, not backing down from her opinions and ideas. Although she isn't one to recklessly go into the face of danger, Rune, at times, can act on instincts and intuition. Despite being strategic and thinking ten steps ahead, she's open-minded and welcomes spontaneity in the moment. She believes in the impossible since she's the epitome of it.

Rune has a soft-heart when it comes to the "underdog". She believes that everyone has the ability to change their fate as long as there's determination and ambition. Rune is a supporter first and foremost and will never treat anyone differently due to their status or their heritage. Rune will never disguise herself as a positive person or kind-hearted, but every chance she gets, she will assist those who needs it more. Nevertheless, reserved in her thoughts and words around those she doesn't know, at times, she may come off obedient and a pushover, especially when it comes to Lucien.

Nevertheless, she can be a free-spirit, wanting to break away from the world. A daydreamer and superstitious, Rune can be cautious, sometimes looking over her shoulders too often. Regardless, she tries to make the best of her life, especially since Isobel and Dante believed her life was worth more than theirs. At times she may seem pessimistic, melancholic, and even self-critical of herself. However, that isn't to say that she is weak nor "submissive" but rather can't express her emotions clearly. A bit socially awkward and at times clumsy, Rune isn't perfect and believes herself to be average despite how others perceive her.

Virtues: Resilient, Open-minded, Courageous, Determined, Hard-working, Independent, Intuitive, Mysterious, Strong-hearted, Imaginative, Honest, Generous, Tenacious, Slightly naive and gullible [ Rune, all her life, had been manipulated by those closest to her - that does something to a person's, if she believes she is one, head ]
Vices: Self-critical, Nervous energy, Paranoid, Has to always have something in her hand to hold and grip, Slightly temperamental, Timid, Reticent, Slightly pessimistic, Melancholy, Guarded, Remorseful
Quirks: When she's nervous, Rune bites her thumbs or lips, sometimes to the point of picking at them. At the same time, when she's concentrated, Rune's ears would twitch as she pulls her hair behind her ear. For good luck, Rune keeps a bracelet she shared between her and Isobel.

Likes: Freedom, Isobel and Dante, Running, Walking in Nature, Noise, Sleeping [ though she has many sleepless nights ], Dreaming [ it's a hit or miss as she wakes up wishing she was elsewhere ], Walking bare-foot, Sparring, Reading [ it relaxes her mind for a moment to drift away into another world ], Helping and assisting the poor, Isobel's lullabies
Dislikes: Manipulation and Liars [ her whole past is filled with lies ], Unnecessary Violence, Unbearable pain, Cries from children and woman, Crying, Shifting, Silence, Nightmares, Lucien and the renegade, the war between Vampire and Werewolves, Nobles that are too haughty

Fear: Rune is fearful of drowning and being out-of-control. She knows she can spiral and considers herself a monster when she can not hold in her urges. Lastly, she's afraid her memories that she's lost will come back
Desire: To find peace with herself and to see the renegade clan burn. At the same time, Rune wishes to rid the anger and sadness from her body - especially when it comes to Isobel and Dante
Secret: Branwen was part of the renegade clan, a chess piece underneath the real master behind the disguised organization. Rune didn't know the truth until Isobel and Dante's death. At the same time, Branwen knew of Rune's lineage: her being a half-vampire, half-werewolf: genes that is considered forbidden and sinful.

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— biography;

Her eyes opened and all she remembers is seeing her breath in the cold, winter night. Her bones were shaking and teeth chittering as she found herself huddled in a dark blanket, nearly frozen. A match was left at her side but most of them were nearly burnt out. Rune couldn't remember who she was or where she came from. All she knew was that she was alone and abandoned in the freezing night. But, just as her eyes were beginning to droop down, a figure in passing huddled near her only to quickly embrace her in her arms.

Time pass and the old lady Branwen who took her in told her that she had been out for a week. Rune, at the time, couldn't speak nor could remember what her name was or where she came from. Regardless, Branwen never rushed her and was quite patient. There were other children who were staying in the same house with her. Some were much older and some were much younger. Regardless, they were quite welcoming, visiting her everyday. Some even told her stories.

A year passed and Rune was seven years old. She began to trust and talk to those around her. Rune became quite close to the children of the orphanage - the place Branwen told her were she was. However, she always wondered where they went in the morning since they never came back home until later that night. Rune was never allowed out and instead was stuck practicing different skills that made her more educated and athletic.

However, things took a turn when Rune was officially adopted as Branwen's daughter. Many of the children slowly started to stray away from her, maintaining their distance. She didn't know why but it made her terribly lonely. Regardless, Branwen told her to pay no mind to them and continued with her practices and studies. But, as another year passed, Branwen became bed-ridden and too sick to move. It was only a matter of time when Branwen died on her deathbed with Rune sobbing at her side. She was only eleven years old at the time.

And before she knew it, her life took another turn. Men cladded in clothing she could only assume were armors took control of the orphanage and Rune was taken away from the family she ever knew. She, at the time, was unaware of the dark secrets of the orphanage and the secret that lies within those walls believing that Branwen is a victim of debt only to find out later on down the line, that her asusmption was false.

Although Rune had her suspicions when Branwen would take different men into a secret room and talk about things she didn't understand, it wasn't until she accidentally walked in on them did Rune find something odd and dark happening in the orphanage. Rune believed her "mother" was being threatened.

When Branwen passed away, the orphanage's demeanor changed. While it once was much livelier, it turned much darker and solemn when Lucien took over. Many of the children believed that Rune would have taken Branwen's place, however it wasn't the case. None of the children told Rune the truth and soon she was separated from them. Taken away from the orphanage, Rune was sent to Lucien's Head Quarters where the renegade clan stayed.

For a long time, Rune believed that Lucien was a bad man who took control of her only home. She despised him, but in order to survive and stay alive, Rune had to listen to his orders. It wasn't until she met Isobel and Dante did Rune find herself feeling hopeful. Although Branwen told her to never shift, she was forced into a painful transformation. Isobel and Dante, at first, were in charge of making sure Rune was useful, helping her in her transitions. In the end, the three of them developed a bond beyond what Lucien expected.

Regardless, Lucien's tyranny in the renegade clan continued. His treatment of women was beyond cruel and Rune could only help them in secret. Women were used and abused and Rune had been lucky one too many times, especially when Lucien tried to get her to go to someone's bed. On the other hand, men were forced against their will to fight for their cause and if they didn't, their family would pay the price. It was truly a place she didn't want to be. However, one good side of the clan was that they were all taught to defend themselves. Though, of course, it also came with mental, physical, verbal, and emotional abuse. Secrets were to be kept and they were held under oath. It was hard to get out.

Nevertheless, part of Rune's job was pick-pocketing, stealing from nobles, and being part of the sparring trainers. With her quick reflexes, agility, and stamina, Rune was able to train new recruits. For a good four years, Rune was able to live alright without having to kill someone. It wasn't until Rune turned sixteen that her werewolf gene was triggered further when she was forced to kill one of the trainees under Lucien's order. Isobel and Dante offered to give out the punishment but, Lucien forced her will. In the end, due to Rune's first official kill, it also triggered her need for blood.

It was harder to control Rune's bloodlust and in the end, she caused an accidental massacre of four guards and two servants in the renegade's headquarters. For a full month, Rune locked herself away in her small room. It wasn't until Isobel and Dante had to force Rune to come out of hiding did she re-appear and re-acquaint herself with her clan. Lucien, after all, was gracious enough to give her that time to recuperate.

Although life with the renegade clan was dark and filled with treachery, Rune had her good moments. As long as Isobel and Dante were by her side, she was happy.

But, as life would have it, it changed once more.

In a mission gone wrong, Isobel and Dante found themselves in a predicament. To protect Rune from being found out and killed, the two couple shouldered the pain. At eighteen years old, she lost a brother and a sister in arms. However, not before their death, they admitted to a secret that they kept from her for years. They revealed that Branwen was part of the renegade and that the orphanage was only a disguise. Lucien was waiting for Branwen to die before fully taking control of the small part of town they currently hold in the Kingdom.

Shocked, hurt, devastated, and feeling betrayed, Rune couldn't believe her ears. But, even more so when Isobel and Dante revealed that Rune was right in her assumption. She is a halfbreed and they knew. All three of them kept it from her, however, Lucien doesn't know of the secret. But, with their last breath, Rune wailed and screamed finding it hard to both hate and love the two. With their deaths, Rune found herself at a lost. She ran away from the renegade clan, quickly fleeing in the night.

For the longest time, she was on the run, never staying in one place for far too long. She kept to herself most of the time and did many odd jobs from one task to the next. At one point, Rune was a barmaid from a few towns over trying to find a new start in a place where the renegade clan couldn't reach her. However, when word came of two hooded men looking for someone who had an eerily resemblance to the woman in the poster they held, Rune quickly left the tavern and fled to another place: the capital of the Kingdom.

Whether it was an act of desperation or if she wanted freedom, Rune decided to sneak into the royal castle and for awhile she was able to sneakily steal what she wanted: jewels, money, and anything valuable that she could trade in for herself and maybe give to others. It was a habit. However, before she knew it, she felt a sword at her neck and she paused in her movements.

It was the Werewolf Butler.

Whether luck was on her side, or rather wishful thinking, the Werewolf Butler struck a deal with her. Due to her capabilities of being able to infiltrate in the castle, he offered her a job as a maid and in return he wouldn't kill her or report her to the prince. However, it also seems as if he had underhanded motives, especially since it seems as if he recognised her face from the posters. Whether it's to use her to remove the renegade clan and restore order in the Kingdom or it was for his benefit that she were to stay by his side, she was intrigued.

Who could pass on such an offer?

His eyes twinkled that night and Rune couldn't help but feel small. Even more so when he managed to convince her to come to the ball between the union of the vampire and werewolf kingdom. However, there was a hint subtlety where Rune felt convinced that he knew.

Would she be able to figure out her lineage? Or will someone figure her out before then?

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— brief notes;

Her name is 'Rune' , a name given to her when she was taken in and adopted, which means 'secret'.
She doesn't remember much of her past aside from bits and pieces of fragmented memories [ whether it's her brain protecting her from painful memories or amnesia, she doesn't know]. All she's ever known or remembers is her present life: living in Kingdom De Lune.
Rune just started working as a maid in Kingdom De Luna for at least a year but it was only due to the influence of the Werewolf Butler. But, prior to working as the Werewolf Maid, Rune has a sketchy past and was part of a renegade clan before fleeing. She's worked odd jobs to get by and proved herself tactful, useful, accomplished, and agile.
Despite, at first, appearing timid and meek, Rune will bite back if she finds herself feeling trapped or cornered. No one likes feeling enclosed in without room to breathe. At first, Rune will feel on-guard, untrusting of any newcomers, keeping others at arm's length, however, as she slowly finds herself comfortable ands trusting of others, her guard will slip and she will be a loyal aid for life.
Rune's adopted 'family' was a disguised orphanage, but it was owned by a renegade clan. They treated their woman badly, bruising and beating them. Money came from pushing the women using their body while the males were trained to become skilled warriors, running errands. However, the one good outcome of being part of this group was that the women were taught to arm themselves if they chose, but it was every women and men for themselves. A traditional hierarchy of men taking lead.
Occupation: A thief who steals from noble houses. A barmaid who works at a tavern. Etc.

— miscellaneous;

Theme Songs:

Spoiler: of monster and men, wild roses

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Spoiler: aurora, running with the wolves

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Spoiler: ruelle, monsters

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Spoiler: ursine vulpine and annaca, lover's death ( rune's parents theme song )

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Her deft fingers gently glided across the intricate details of the bow as she wondered briefly who carefully carved the polished wood. It wasn't every day that Eris was lucky enough to hold a weapon, much less have the opportunity to try archery. Although Eris typically preferred martial arts and if worse comes to worst, her dagger, it didn't mean she wasn't the least bit inquisitive of wielding a bow. Is this what... Hermes carried around with him? Or was it cupid? Hm.

But, her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a soft murmur and felt an all-too-familiar presence. Eris couldn't help but embrace the dark energy. It didn't take long for Eris to recognize who called her, her little sister Nemesis.

"Oh, dear, I know that look and tone." She stated calmly, glancing briefly at her sister as she cocked her head to the side in curiosity. Although she hasn't seen Nemesis in over a few months, Eris was glad some things never change. However, seeing the seed of discontent inside Nemesis made Eris frown. If Eris knew any better, Nemesis was always more cool-headed than she was, so, whoever ticked her little sister off should watch their back.

What kind of elder sister would Eris be if she wasn't supportive of her siblings?​

Eris would never patronize her sister, even if she was younger than her. Besides, Eris was in for a treat and couldn't wait to see who was the subject of her sister's ire. She was waiting all day to see something interesting.

Will she finally get her to wish?​

Nevertheless, Eris' was drawn to Nemesis' anger and tense aura. If there was one thing Eris abided by, she knew it was detrimental to not get in the way of a wrathful, vengeful goddess. Eris couldn't help but feel proud that her little sister was embracing her vexation. A small, gleeful grin etched across Eris' lips, feeling the need to cause discord. "Who fears for their life?" She questioned nonchalantly, turning back to inspect the bow for a little while longer before placing the equipment back down.

"You already know what I'm going to say, Sister." Eris continued, still distracting herself with the other weapons. "It's the first day of a new life. Why not celebrate with a little strife?" She hummed slightly, tapping against the wood before turning to look directly at her sister, "Everything here looks good, though, I wonder when we'd get to have a little spar with the other gods. I'm curious."

However, before hearing Nemesis’ response, a voice called out towards both of them. Furrowing her brows, Eris observed the female approaching them. Golden red locks came into view and Eris couldn’t help but find the female intriguing. Who would approach the two of them so fearlessly and without regards? Neverthless, Eris had to give credit where credit is due. But, it didn't stop her from wondering what Nemesis would think of a newcomer.

At hearing the greeting, Eris vaguely remembered the female as she tapped her chin, “Hello.” She started, her raspy voice echoing around them.

Taking in the petite female’s appearance, Eris gazed into the female’s eyes momentarily before it all became clear. A small smirk formed on her lips once more, “Oh, things are starting to look better, Tyche. How’s my misfortune today?” She questioned, humming softly. “I hope there’s a good chance of it today.”

With a brief pause, Eris searched for a place to sit before twirling her dagger once more, “The other gods here love to gossip and I’ve only heard one good thing about one of our fellow goddess so far.” Eris sighed before staring ahead at the field. It wasn’t good for all three of them to be together for so long. As the minute pass, Eris could only imagine the seed of discontent growing and she could only wonder if she will accidentally influence both of them. But, with each second, her memories were slowly coming to light. Killing two birds with one stone, perhaps? Hm.

Tyche, if she remembered correctly from her brief encounter at an event or so, was one of the few she could find herself actually getting along with or even taken a liking to. The girl had her own sense of unluckiness being the goddess of her domain and that was something Eris could relate to - rumors and all. Besides, who approaches the Goddess of Retribution and the Goddess of Chaos without fearing any consequences? It takes guts that most didn’t have. “But, the question remains, how are you doing?” She inquisitively questioned the Goddess of Fortune.

At the same time, Eris paused for a moment, turning her attention to the side as she felt another all-too familiar presence. A soft laugh escaped her lips as she couldn't believe what was happening. Was it a mini reunion? Biting her lips, Eris resisted the urge to laugh louder, rolling her eyes playfully at her brother's suggestion. "Thanatos," She softly greeted, giving a slight wink, "Of course, brother. Wherever chaos goes, I'm right there. Besides, I don't think I'm the only one who needs to a little chaos in their life, no?" Eris teasingly stated before keeping an eye on both of brother and sister. It was nice to see that the two were still as close as ever. However, when she met Thanatos' eyes as he patted her shoulders, Eris nodded reassuringly before raising a brow, sighing silently to make a point: Of course, dear brother. The shared look between them was something Eris kept close to her heart. It was a promise and she would never break that vow.

When her brother left the field, Eris couldn't hold in her amusement any longer as she let out a small chuckle. "A few extra souls to the underworld? It seems brother's been having a little bit too much fun without me, hasn't he?"

Shaking her head, Eris sighed before her eyes briefly scanned the field once more, waiting to see if another person would approach them. But, once she didn't see anyone, Eris spoke up again, "Ah, right, now where were we? Oh. Yes. It's been a sight for sore eyes lately, Tyche, but it'll be quite unpredictable if we have some fun and stir the academy with a topsy-turvy balance, no?" She gazed up at the two girls, a devilish grin forming on her lips. "Who says a little adrenaline rush could be all bad?"

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Basics
Name:
Taryn Laughlin
Nickname:
Lyn
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Demi-romantic Bi-sexual
Date of Birth:
December 18th
Species:
Vampire
Role:
Vampire Maid
Appearance
Face Claim:
Adelaide Kane
Hair Color:
Dark Brown
Eye Color:
Blue
Height:
5'6"
Weight:
134 lbs
Distinguishing Features:
There are faint, thin scars surrounding the entirety of both her wrists, top and underside, either old cuts or weird burns. Taryn has never told anyone.
Tattoos/Markings:
She has a small rose tattoo hidden on her left thigh
Personality
Personality:
What do you expect of a maid? A quiet presence at the edge of the room, never making any waves. And that is what you get with Taryn. She's a soft-spoken young woman, quietly doing what she's told with nothing more than a "Yes mistress" and a nod. Delicate, like a flower, she gives you a pretty smile and soft laugh while planning how to stab you in the back. You see, she's had years to perfect her craft, the art of acting. It's kept her alive in the past, and it's going to keep her alive now. The Taryn she presents to the public is sweet, naive, a girl who wouldn't harm a fly. That Taryn can't read or write, and can't look the King and Queen in the eyes thanks to nerves.

In reality, it's anger. She can's stand them. The real Taryn is cunning, intelligent, her ears are always open looking for opportunities. She is just waiting for the moment she finally drops the act and reveals that she was pulling the wool over everyone's eyes. But there are bits and pieces of her act that's true. She's a deeply compassionate woman, Taryn cares deeply for her few friends, and is beyond loyal. She works hard and does her best with any task that's presented in front of her, Taryn can't hide that part of her. And she cares about Angel, the only true friend she's ever had. It's hard keeping things from her, but for now, the act is what's keeping her employed.
Virtues:
Hardworking
Loyal
Cunning
Intelligent
Observant
Compassionate
Vices:
Resentful
Angry
Secretive
Closed off
Believes she is unlovable
Quirks:
Hums or sings to herself when bored, when she's nervous, she rubs her thumb and index finger together (sometimes until the skin is raw), and when she's angry, her jaw will clench tightly, sometimes it's a visible clench
Likes:
Dark colors
Rainy/Cool weather
Animals
Books
Dancing/Fancy Parties
Music
Chess
Dislikes:
Extremely hot weather
Temper Tantrums
Acting like she's simple
The smell of wet dog (Nothing against werewolves though)
The ways heels pinch your toes
Dark, cramped rooms
Fear:
Once again being abandoned.
Desire:
She wants to marry someone well above her own social status and escape her role as a maid. Despite knowing that nobody would be interested in someone like her.
Secret:
There's a reason people think she looks like the Princess. Because she is. Angelina and Doyle are her siblings, and no she's no bastard child, she has the documents to prove it. Taryn Laughlin is a Princess, and she doesn't know what to do.
Biography
History:
There's a secret behind her birth. Hidden from the public, and her children, the Vampire Queen had fallen pregnant for the third time short after Angelina's birth. In private, she birthed the third heir to the throne and second princess, but they didn't even keep her long enough to name her. A few hours after she was born, the infant girl was handed off to a local man who then brought her to an orphanage. Taryn never knew the warmth of her parent's arms or even a goodbye. For all she knows, her life started right there in that orphanage.

The tale the caretakers told her was that her parents were farmers, and died of a simple plague. Taryn was also told she was found by a hunter who made delivers out to their farm and heard her crying. Of course, she believed them, not knowing any better or that her origin was so much more grandeous, let alone that she was a vampire. So, she grew up like any other child in that dingy hall. Her room was nothing more than a broom closet, and the adults were less than gentle. Every little thing they disagreed with, they punished. Anything could be used as something to hit the children with, and Taryn was often the target. And her problems only grew when her bloodlust developed. She attacked three of the other children, drinking her share before disappearing into the night. She was only 5.

Taryn resurfaced when she was ten, drinking from animals and the homeless, a group of thieves caught her. Nobody felt good about killing a kid, even one they thought was a monster, but one of them came up with a solution. Use her. Thin silver bracelets we're put on either wrist, locked in place. They made it clear that if she didn't cooperate, they would never be coming off. And Taryn had no choice. But it turns out that was the best decision of her life, she learned more in the few years with them than she ever could with anyone else. She learned how to read and write, how to speak French. She even learned how to throw knives. And during jobs, they would take her with them so she could feed on anyone that got in their way. It was a wonderful agreement.

She was 13 when the bracelets we're taken off. At first, she thought it was because they trusted her, but no. They sent her on a small errand, and when she returned, they were gone. Not a trace of them. She stayed in their hideout for a few days, fighting through hunger pangs in order to see if they would come back, but Taryn was disappointed. She found herself wondering, a year of wondering, in the same situation as she was before that group had found her, she was 14 when she entered the palace. Taryn didn't know what else to do, but get a job, and maid seemed easy enough. She started off with cleaning and whatnot, but very soon found herself as Angel's personal maid. It was a surprise promotion from the Queen herself, Taryn was baffled by at the same time, she and Angel made fast friends.

About two years ago, when cleaning a small office, she found an old journal. A journal once owned by the Queen herself, Taryn jumped at the chance to read it. It was full, cover from cover, the last entry the most interesting. "I don't know what happened to my daughter out there, those scars around her wrists suggest something dreadful. But I must admit, I do adore the name she picked. Taryn..." It's safe to say, that notebook hasn't left Taryn's possession since.
Theme Song:
Everybody Wants to Rule the World
Miscellaneous Info:
- She speaks conversational French, but can read it fluently
- While she pretends to be illiterate, she is in fact, not. She loves to read, but unfortunately can only do so in secret
- She absolutely loves white wine
- Shes very light on her feet and light with her hands. Sometimes, people don't even know she's in a room until she speaks

Spoiler: Writing Sample

At the mention of his failed first fight, Leliana had to chuckle. "Well," She started, pausing as she reloaded her pistol, "We all have off days." Leliana stood, holstering her pistol before dusting her butt off, she heard someone come outside. Looking up to see it was Micheal didn't make her feel happy, but at least know she could keep an- oh holy hell what was he doing? "Michael, stop!" He either didn't hear her or just didn't care, and continued on with his fuckery, making himself a sandwich from the meat. "Micheal, I swear to fucking god, get yo-" Too late. She watched as he cut the meat in half, panicked, and then dumped a bunch of ice on it. Leliana was dumbfounded, honestly, how could one person cause so many problems in the span of a few short minutes. And then, as if she and Ralph didn't just watch him destroy the meal Tre had started for the entire lodge, he approached her with the audacity to try and act casual.

She didn't respond for a minute, letting it process, before she turned to him. "Micheal, did you not realize we could see you?" She asked softly, staring into his eyes, her brows furrowed as her tone held such fury, you may wonder what Colt was teaching her in private. "You're lucky that should be salvageable, or I would have shot you immediately. Now why, pray tell, did you think that was a good fucking idea huh?" She stepped a little closer, hand on her pistol grip. "Our food supplies are dangerously low, have you somehow alluded yourself into thinking that we can still go to the grocery store no problem? We're starving Micheal! There's a reason we're limiting the way we are, I'm so sorry you can't seem to handle it!" Another step closer, her anger getting louder. "I'm going to inside and count some of the shit you would have gotten into. If even one piece is missing, I might put Owen on the front porch with a rifle to watch you run laps. You stop, he shoots you." She shoved past him, not immediately going inside, but heading for what used to be the fire.

The ice he dumped on it had melted mostly, Leliana still had to move some of it off, but the damage had been done. There was enough for everyone, not including Micheal, to have some. But not as much as originally intended. Grabbing whatever utensil Tre had been using to tend to the meat in the place, she turned it over. There were no embers, just wet ash clinging to the bottom. If a skin hadn't formed already, Micheal really would have ruined it. Getting up, her glare still glued to her face, Leliana now made her way inside, passing Ralph as she did. "If he tries to run, shoot him in the legs. You probably know where to aim. I'm gonna radio Colt."

The first thing she noticed coming inside, was that Owen was now downstairs. Good, she might need him. The nurse gave him a smile and small Good morning wave, grabbing a walkie talkie from nearby and, a little aggressively, entered the kitchen. "Hey Colt," Leliana started, pushing the talk button as she found what was left of Micheal's rampage, she began looking into what she figured he might have eaten, and sure as hell, they were missing shit. "Micheal not only raided the fridge but almost ruined the meat Tre put on. Doesn't fucking listen when someone tries to get him to stop. Anyway, we're missing a good little bit, so I hope that truck pans out. I might shoot him. Over." She placed the radio on her belt, she grabbed a large glass plate and a rag and headed back outside. Once more, what used to be a fire her goal, he transferred what was left on to the plate, sitting it nearby before she drew her gun and aimed at Michael's fat head.

"I should kill you. I really should, I would be in my right, and nobody here would mad about it. You don't contribute, you don't do anything but eat more than your share and complain about hard work, maybe it was a mistake to let you stay. Do you even realize the gravity of the situation we're in? We don't have the means to support such a large group, the town will run out of food, and here you go wasting it." She paused for a moment, hopefully letting it sink in. "There is a reason the rest of us have to act like adults, why the rest of us have to do the things we do. It's survival, and if survival means killing you so we won't starve, believe me, it's not an option some of us are above." She holstered her pistol, but she had made her point clear. With that, Leliana got to work cleaning the ash off the meat so that at least a few of them could enjoy it. When she heard Shinoa's voice, Leliana looked up, almost forgetting she was there. "Yeah? If you want help, I can do that in a minute, alright? Working with a small window here."

 

[jasmyn]

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[Eliruz]

Character Sheet Template
Basics
Name: Clayton Michaelis Cross
Nickname: Clay
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Date of Birth: September 6th
Species: Werewolf
Role: Werewolf Prince
Appearance

Face Claim: Clay resembles Chris Hemsworth.
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 220 lbs.
Distinguishing Features: Clay has a scar that starts at his left brow and trails down across the bridge of his nose; he earned this scar, like many others, through spars and fights.
Tattoos/Markings:

Spoiler: Back Tattoo

Personality: Authoritative and reserved, that's how his family would describe the hardheaded brute. Clay likes having control and tends to be stubborn to relinquish his power to anyone. This causes him to butt heads with his parents a lot, seeing how he may not agree with their decisions for his life; he dislikes when they try to micromanage his every move. But isn't that what parents are for? Well, he doesn't agree with that one bit, so when they don't have wandering eyes, he would sneak out and brawl. On top of being a very stubborn and somewhat controlling man, he is also aggressive when it comes to fighting. He doesn't like losing, so he does whatever it takes to win. Fueling this aggression is a multitude of things, but one stands out among the entire tangled mess of problems: his betrothal to the Vampire Princess. Not only does he dislike Vampires, but he despises them for the sole fact of being blood enemies. Another arising problem is possibly worse than the last, yet no matter how hard Clay tries, he can't get rid of his feelings for another.
Along with these arising feelings for this woman who shall not be named, he is growing softer, which frustrates him even more. The brutish prince, deep down, has a soft side for the ones he love and cares for but it's rarely ever seen due to his guarded nature. But when it's seen, a whole new side to his rough personality is shown; one that is deathly loyal, protective, and loving. In fact, he can even be hopelessly romantic if he falls too deeply in love.
Virtues:
Resourceful
Skilled Fighter & Brawler
Intelligent
Loyal
Protective
Passionate
Vices:
Guarded
Aggressive
Arrogant & Cocky
Has Feelings For Another; Forbidden Feelings
Controlling
Quirks:
Clay tends to clench his jaw, causing veins to surface along his neck and forehead whenever he gets angry. When growing nervous or impatient, he fiddles with his fingers and sleeves if he is wearing a jacket, long sleeved shirt, or coat.
Likes:
Being Outdoors
Reading Books
Writing
Sparring, Fighting, Brawling
Hiking
Ballroom Dancing
Classical Music
Sunny or Rainy, Dreary Weather
Walking In Forest
Running and Hunting as Wolf
Quiet Places
Dislikes:
Others Trying to Take His Power & Control
Being Proven Wrong
Losing a Prey to Another Wolf
Loud Noises
Dress Clothes
Fancy Parties & Banquets
Fear: Clay is afraid to relinquish power, causing a death to a close family member, friend, or lover.
Desire: He wants to find a suitable mate that he has a deep connection for, someone who'd make an amazing Queen for when he steps up to the throne.
Secret: Though his parents arranged for a marriage between Angel, the Vampire Princess, and himself, he is in love with another woman.
Biography:
History:
Growing up as the eldest son, or at least the one who was taught to want the power of the crown (seeing how his interest lied within the throne, where as his brother did not), Clayton was forced to learn many survival skills that went past the limits of many normal werewolves. These techniques were fighting skills that combined wolf and human forms, creating a balanced equilibrium between beast and man. From a young age, he was obsessed with sparring and fighting and this technique training only fueled his craving for victory. Seeing this enthusiasm for such a sport, his father began training him and introducing new styles of fighting . Clay was excited to learn and grew more aggressive with age, yet getting a better grasp on restraint. Though he possessed these useful skills, he lacked the emotional support from his parents. At the age of 16, he finally lashed out at his mother and expressed his thoughts and feelings about the lack of attention, to which his mother was mortified. She didn't know how to respond and ended up sputtering before Clay ran off. From that point on, Clay slowly became more and more rebellious. He would spar daily and sneak out during the night, which required sneaking past the guards.

Later on in his young adult years, the brute met a beautiful young maiden and slowly fell in love with her, which was rare for him; he never found any woman that could make him feel like this. So, he kept his feelings inside and simply kept to himself. Will he ever confess his love?
Theme Song: Iron by Woodkid
Miscellaneous Info: He knows of his brother's position and chooses to keep it a secret by request. Clay cares deeply for his brother and would do anything to protect him, no matter what position he holds.

Spoiler: Masquerade Roleplay Example

"You shall look lovely, milady!" "Oh, that dress matches your skin tone very much, might I say, your highness!" Chirped many servants, constantly spewing compliments and praises while running in and out of the dressing room, large rolls of fabric within their arms. It was finally the day for the suitors' ball, which Alivette was not particularly excited about. In fact, upon hearing the news of her father, King Michaelis, planning a ball such as this enraged the young princess. Though she did disagree with her father, she managed to keep her sarcastic whips in check to avoid getting 'royally' chastised by her father. The female lifted her Paris green hues and found herself staring at a beautiful young woman who she hardly recognized, which in fact took her breath away; the woman in the mirror had a beautiful off tone green dress that was adorned with light mater

ials that acted as sleeves, an extravagantly decorated bodice, and a long, flowing skirt that flowed perfectly to her feet. Contrasting elegantly with her gown was a simple half-up half-down hair style that had a few pieces of shining jewels embedded within the few pieces that were pinned up in a complex bun-like figure. Lifting her eyes to examine this foreign woman's facial features, she found very light makeup that matched the tones of her dress nicely and rosy cheeks that were dusted over with natural freckles.


"You look ravishing, daughter," her father mused from behind her. Turning carefully, she found him smiling and studying her ball attire. She returned her father's smile and gave him a little curtsey. "Thank you, father. I appreciate the compliment," she replied, "but are you sure that is me I'm seeing? I almost mistook this woman in the mirror as mother." The female then tilted her head to examine the woman in the mirror who peered back at her, her hues twinkling with excitement and underlying dread. Alivette found the dress very appealing and almost too much elegance for her taste, but was dreading even agreeing to show her face. Within the reflection, her father's figure moved forward and placed a gentle hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Your mother was very beautiful, in fact-" Before he could finish, Vette put a hand up to stop him and finished for him. "In fact, she could be described as a beautiful fire flower in mid-winter, glowing brightly against the harsh breezes." Once finished, her father turned his gaze to look at her, away from the mirror's reflections. "Yes, and you, my darling Vette, are the spitting image of her. It won't be long until a man shall describe you as such," with that final comment, he moved away and strode to the door, motioning her to follow.

The female's nose scrunched up in distain when the topic of her possible suitor was brought up. She said nothing and just followed him, snatching the handmade mask up before moving out of the congested room. "I have promoted one of our best knights to be your personal guard for tonights festivities. He shall stay near by, but not right by you at all times; he is there for extra precaution. You two may become acquainted, but I do wish for you to mingle with the nobles that have come to introduce their suitors." Michaelis instructed as they walked until they finally got to the entrance at the top of the stairs. Alivette looked at her father and nodded, a somewhat uncertain expression on her face. "What's this knight's name, if I may ask?" She asked and began putting on her mask and securing it properly. Her father moved towards the first steps that descended downwards to the ballroom floor. "You may ask him yourself, as I said, become acquainted before mingling. He is waiting by the bottom of the stairs." With that, he looked back at the announcer and clumsily snatching his horn, he blew it three times to gather the attention of the large mass of suitors and their families.

Michaelis cleared his throat and lifted his hands in a warm welcoming gesture. "Thank you all for attending! Let the festivities commence!" He announced before making his way down to the ground floor to converse with some of his old friends, which left Vette at the top of the stair case. The announcer cleared his throat and spoke loudly, announcing Alivette's arrival. "Princess Alivette Marie Lynn Edwards of Hephburg!" Swallowing thickly, she put on a poised expression, her hands lifting her dress, and there she went, elegantly descending down the stairs, her dress flowing gracefully behind her.
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