Fantasy Aldor Harbor Characters

[Ari]

If you'd like to apply for a role, post a character sheet here! I'll let you know in the OOC if it's accepted once you're done. Don't hesitate to hit me up with any questions in the meantime!

Things to include in your character sheet:
Name, Nickname (if applicable), Age (appearance and real age if they live longer than the normal mortal lifespan - 18+ only), Species, DOB, Sexual Orientation, Personality (should be detailed, a few paragraphs), History (should be detailed, a few paragraphs), Appearance (real face claims only), Anything else that seems applicable

Roles
I want to give everyone some creative liberty here, so feel free to create a character of any species, so long as it can pass as human, as this is set in the modern world. However, please note that I do reserve the right to reject a character or species if it doesn't seem like the best fit. Below are just a few sub-categories of characters that I'm sure will come up, but feel free to create something not listed below! I do ask that people creating characters collaborate in this thread throughout the process, as I imagine we could have a vampire coven, werewolf pack, etc. in the sense where histories may need to be edited accordingly.

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[Radio_Rat66.6]

Name:
Atherra Avia Allin
But people only know her first two names
Nickname(s):
Atty
Therra
Age:
She appears twenty in human years, but she is over one hundred years old
DOB:
February 16th
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Race:
Faerie
Her race is strikingly similar to a Fae, but she has three forms that she can shift between (described below).
Faeries are known to be devious little tricksters that can come in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. They are believed to be the lesser half to the Fae, not having bred with humans to give them the flawless appearance they have. The Faeries believe they are whole and better unchanged. Their magic is nearly equivalent to that of a Fae, but the type differs between Faerie and Fae.
Appearance:
I have no pictures of her exactly, but I do have the inspiration images I used if it helps.
First Form Second Form Third Form
First form- Her first form is the one she was born in and grew up in. She has grayish skin and pure black eyes. Her hair reaches her back and is colored as deep and endless as the night sky. She has a mouthful of black sharp teeth (two rows). Her limbs are very thin and long, almost too much so. She has wispy, hair thin wings on her back. They are grey with little hints of purple. She stands at 2'3" in this form.
Second form- Her second form - also known as her in between form - resembles her first form in a few ways, but she looks more "human". Her skin is a pale color instead of gray. She still has a mouthful of black sharp teeth, but her eyes are black with white sclera. Her hair is shorter, reaching just below her shoulders, and retains it's inky black color. Her limbs became more proportionate and normal. She no longer has her wings in this form. She stands at 4'.
Third form- Her third form is her "human" form. Her eyes are a soft golden hazel color and her black hair is cropped close to her head. Her teeth turn white and lose their sharpness. She stands at 4'11"
Personality:
Atherra is very kind most of the time. She loves making people smile, whether they need it or not. Everyone has their serious moments, including Atherra. She "sobers up" as well and will act her age. She is very wise when she wants to be. She really lets her age show with the amount of knowledge she has compared to other people. But sometimes she is described as unpredictable. Not often though. She is almost always seen with a smile on her face, one she wears proudly. She tries to make jokes, sometimes failing at making people laugh, and laughs at them herself. She has an overactive sense of humor which makes her very giggly and bubbly.
Weapons:
She is skilled in throwing daggers and often carries three of them hidden on her person
Skills:
+Baking
+Dagger throwing
+Hiding
+Making light of things
Magic:
Limited transformation magic obviously
Hallucikinesis- The ability to create illusions or hallucinations to fool people. The downside is that they hold no tangibility and she must be focused for them to stay visible.
Biography:
Atherra is very secretive of her actual past. She instead chooses to tell people a false background to avoid suspicion.
Atherra grew up in a small town with her parents. She was an only child and received all the love. As she grew up she discovered her affinity for baking. She would make treats for her family and friends to enjoy. They constantly told her she should open a bakery. She told them she wasn't that good.
But not long after, her parents died. They were killed in a raid. She mourned their loss greatly as well as many of her friends.
She moved to another village and decided to open up the bakery she was told she should have made a long time ago. It took her a long time to get it built up and gain her reputation, but now she's a quite successful baker.​

 

[Unbreakable Patches]

(first CS I've submitted here so don't be surprised if something's out of place or order)

Name Corvin Claude
Age: 27
Species: Raven/Human
DOB: November 1st
Orientation: Straight
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Personality
Corvin keeps to himself mostly. Having been a shut in most of his entire life, his social skills are lacking to tell the truth. However, this does not mean that he's
a shy, stuttering nerd. Corvin likes to state that he falls in the grey area between social butterfly and basement dwelling internet troll. Although the truth of the matter is he rarely leaves his house for anything less than a meetup with close friends or a grocery run. Take what you will from him, but he has good values at heart most of the time. Unless, of course, he gets any sort of intoxicated. With his self-inflicted social stigma weakened, he becomes a completely different person. Outgoing and friendly, but most importantly completely shameless and completely non-shy. He's what you call a party drunk, which honestly who would expect looking at this emo bird. However lately he's been a little paranoid, what with the sudden emergence of his demi-human blood.

History
Corvin is often described as the weird, lone wolf type. However, this could not be further from the truth. Corvin has tried his entire life to try to be normal,
always jealous of the people surrounding him. He seems to be the lone wolf type because, in all honesty, no pack would take him. His father alienated himself from Corvin's life, and he never met his mother. So began a long and painful crawl into the harsh reality of the modern world, especially so when he was living
by himself. Through these hardships he has faced over the years he has built up a reliance on himself and himself only. No one else had bothered with him, so why should he bother back? It was an awfully lonely existence, but it served him well. Until he finally came upon the reason for his father's distance from his life.​

Corvin was only part human. His sudden realization of his status was stumbled across one late night(quite literally), when he had a little too much to drink and fell off of his four story apartment building. Waking up the next morning, Corvin's demi human blood came to light when he found himself perched in a tree several blocks from his apartment, surrounded by warm black feathers of varying size. Ever since, Corvin has doubled down on his hermit lifestyle, convinced that he's some sort of genetic freak and must keep it secret at all costs. Having never really been one for parties or "heading down to the club", this really only meant he only left the house if it was an emergency. His apartment being in Aldor Harbor is simple coincidence, not purposefully by either himself or his family.

Appearance
Adorning Corvin's simple and slightly angular face is a long head of black hair, extending a little past his shoulders. His eyes are a chocolate brown and he shaves
constantly, preferring a clean shaven look overall. He is quite skinny, putting his weight somewhere around 110 to 150, though his hollow bone structure probably makes that closer to 90-110. Other than his (hidden) wings he's pretty normal looking, something like this guy with long straight black hair. Retain that facial expression of pure monotony and depression, that's basically Corvin's whole gyst.​

TL : DR = Nerdy, awkward raven dude with wings and a mystery mom, who thinks he's the next X Man.​

 

[Dark lord steel]

• General Information
• Personality
• Supernatural information
• History
• Physical Details

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  Name: Lileath Canonara
  Age: 1817 (they only age around every hundred years, settling at about 2000 years old)
  Gender: Female
  Sexuality: Straight
  Supernatural being: Vampire
  Date of Birth: 15 September
  
  Clothing style: It's usually sharp and chic, although when she's hunting she shifts to dark leather armours.
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  
  Fears:
  Her mother returning, being captured, her father or brother being hurt
  Bad habits?
  Not knowing when to back out of a fight, absent mindedly allowing her claws to slip out.
  Hobbies?
  Exploring, dueling, sketching, debating
  Likes:
  Piano music, horror films, art, intelligence, reading
  Dislikes:
  Stupidity, being manipulated, being second best, comedy
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• Lileath is wild, sharp, and generally fun to be around, provided she isn't in one of her moods. She's more openly emotional than most vampires even though much of it as a mask, as she doesn't like people analysing her. Being immortal has made her extremely arrogant, although it's been knocked back slightly as she's encountered this town saturated in powerful magic.
  
  If one can get close enough to Lileath to have her develop feelings for them, she's extremely zealous and possessive. She'd do anything for her father, and is devoted to him perhaps a little too much, but spending ten centuries with someone would be enough to make any two people close.
  
  Lileath is good at acrobatics, the study and analysis of literature, art and piano music, and although she is intelligent, she is extremely lacking in scientific knowledge. Being sheltered her entire life though has left her quite emotionally immature, and she often comes across more like a mortal teenager than an eighteen centuries old being. Learning how to speak German and English has come of great use in recent times, as she used to only be able to speak Latin, as it was - and still is - the preferred language for most elder vampires.
  
• What do their other forms look like?
  
  Her bat form is tiny in size, barely the size of someone's hand. She enjoys her bat form as it allows her to sneak into plenty of places undetected. You wouldn't get her to admit this, but she loves flying round parks and woods, and in her youth crashed into more than one tree while on these various adventures.
  
  
  
  Strengths/weaknesses:
  Vampires are faster than mortal humans.
  Most of the time they are considerably stronger, but Lileath is barely stronger than a well built mortal.
  They are immortal, only able to be killed by sunlight or blessed weaponry.
  They don't catch diseases.
  They can turn humans into vampires.
  Some can shift into bats.
  The most powerful can raise the dead (Lileath can't do this, but her father can).
  Garlic is poisonous to them, and slows down their reactions.
  They have to feed on blood, and human blood can help heal their injuries.
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  When their mother fled to give her children what she perceived to be a better life, she would've never wanted to think that one of them would want to go back to what she tried so hard to escape from: the death, the elitist arrogance, the decadent wealth and luxury obtained through the suffering of others. If she had realized the problems it'd cause, perhaps she'd of stayed and tried her best to steer them away from their fathers influence that way.
  
  But Lileath, despite not knowing what her father was like until she was nearly eight hundred, hated her mother with a passion for the way she tried to raise her, especially once she realized what her life could've been. The stupid little petticoats, the pretending to be something she wasn't, the constant repression of her nature... She soon learned to despise it, craving something more than sitting around looking pretty for people to fawn over. While her brother had been lucky enough not to develop too many vampiric traits early on, to her mother's horror Lileath hadn't followed the same pattern, and she was consistently trying to change her to be what she wanted, rather than accepting what her daughter was.
  
  So although her father's claiming of them both may of come as an unpleasant shock to her brother, she was relieved, finally feeling like she could live as what she was without someone attempting to stop her.
  
  As such, the next nine hundred years were far better for Lileath than her initial upbringing, although she knew the relationship between her father and her brother was often strenuous. Even as she loves him deeply, she would still admit that he certainly had flaws, and he wasn't always the easiest to live with.
  
  While he thought his son should mirror him, he had a different vision for his daughter, but thankfully it wasn't the usual vision of being married off to another family. Seeing how she had reacted to her mother's style of parenting, and sensing she was the more fiery of the siblings, he trained her to channel her anger and to become more content with herself. In learning to accept herself as a vampire and in how to utilize her abilities she became far more arrogant, and perhaps a little too over confident.​
  
  
  Although she left on multiple occasions, some with and some without her brother, she explored less of the world than he did, even if it was still a sizable amount. Unlike most vampires, her father kept her and her brother out of mortal affairs, merely studying from afar rather than actively engaging with them. As one of the few vampires who's family wasn't all dead, as many were turned rather than made, this was common among those in their position, as Vampires often felt extremely lonely. This did often mean that the strongest vampires - rather than doing anything useful - often merely spent their time living in castles with their frequently large families, but perhaps for humanities sake this was a good thing.
  
  Recently finding herself in a small fishing village, the stench of otherworldly fills the air, something that has her both worried and intrigued.
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  Sex: Female
  Height: 5"11
  Build: Athletic
  Eye Colour: Russet
  Hair Colour: White
  Fangs: Short
  Claws: About an inch in length, retractable
  Chest size: Small, which she is grateful for.​

 

[idalie]

“It’s a common misconception that there are good people and bad people. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides.”

Name:
Silas Walter Devereaux

Nickname(s):
Walt, Sil

Age:
444

Species:
Vampire

DOB:
13th July 1575

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Personality:
A charismatic, debonair man with a penchant for romance. Silas is undoubtedly well-versed when it comes to etiquette and scholarly topics, particularly having taken to history and literature as a way to spend his time. Speaking with an articulate, British accent from the upper echelons of society where he was raised, dexterous with his broad vocabulary it's hard not to find yourself somewhat lost in a maze of metaphoric and odd sayings he's picked up throughout a long and undeserved lifetime. From a witty humour and sharp tongue, many have joked he could've been a bard fit for the grand stages of London; alas, the stage would be no place for a man of his repute.

Having resided in various royal courts from a lowly bastard child to an advisor, Silas grew to be as manipulative and assertive as he needed, a domineering force to be reckoned with when he was challenged over birth or schooling. Forever underestimated his turbulent childhood shaped him to be loyal to those he loved and unrelenting to those he had no wish to see. Blood stains his hands and it was his orders that were issued on a great many deals of horrific instances. Yet for a man who has used and been used, the world has never seemed more than a game in which there shall be no winner, nor good to side amongst. The only thing he can is to weather the oncoming storms - and if that means sacrifice so be it. He was never taught any different.

History:
Silas W. Devereaux was born over a winter affair to the mistress of Walter Devereaux, 1st Earl of Essex. As a bastard child, Silas' upkeep and education was paid for by his father to keep his mistress from spreading rumours or otherwise outing his less than Christian activities. However, it was after his youngest half-brother Francis died after birth that Walter took Silas to live with him. Something to soothe his soul presumably, but nevertheless treated his bastard as if a full-blooded heir. This affection only increased as Silas became friendlier with his other sons, another whom passed away during the siege of Rouen. His stepmother had an issue of equality between her own sons and a whores, yet his biological mother was forbidden from seeing him and all would pass over time.

He was taught to read and write by monks of a high order, studying religion until university education at Oxford that introduced politics, philosophy, war. Everything a young lord should know, but he would forever be below his last remaining brother, Robert for whom the title of Earl would be passed down to. There was no bad blood between them during those days. It was only when Walter was appointed Earl Marshal of Ireland, passing away a few weeks afterwards from what was considered 'natural causes'. Silas never believed the verdict and was convinced Lord Leicester had some hand in the thickening plot.

Throughout his early youth he'd been climbing the social ladder in Elizabeth's court, his brother had been her next toy and infatuation. A bad omen to any man she looked upon with lusty eyes. Before the relationship took a sharp turn downhill, Robert petitioned to legitimise Silas and with his leverage of Elizabeth passed the document to make him an official member of the household. Earl would not be his to pass down, however. When complications arose with Ireland, Robert's relationship with the Queen starting to crumble at her disinterest, they would argue for days and eventually never spoke again until Robert was beheaded for rebellion.

Elizabeth turned her eyes upon Silas to aid in the Irish troubles alongside Lord Mountjoy, he was deployed with men and plans to end the Nine Years War. They oversaw the burning of crops, the murder of civilians and villages that wouldn't give up the Irish rebels. In those years the barley fields ran red with the blood of many a brave celt. The Battle of Yellow Ford stained his soul and the vicious reminder of what England was became apparent. The conquering beast with wide open jaws and the insatiable hunger of its harsh ruler. Catholics, Irishmen, Traitors, and Jews. Dead by his work, slinking about the court and working under Walsingham, the royal spymaster. He picked up much of what he knows today from the man, a second father if you will. It was unfair, it was cruel, but for Queen and country he would do.

A young man tarnished and still he marched to the rhythm of another tune.

It happened on a cold night in a French province he was visiting, collecting firsthand information from the network of trusted turncoats, wherein he would meet a young woman. They spoke of many things in a cramped tavern, drinking til' dawn on all occasions. He bedded her and she whispered among the twisting of sheets that he was a cursed fool, a heretic, a follower of a false prophet. Silas would next wake in a shallow paupers grave. Swallowing gravel and dirt until he clawed himself up from the Earth into a dawning yard of fellow mounds. Weak sunlight stinging him, parched and feeble. He would never meet that vampire again, but the consequences made his heart darker. He returned to England under the guise of a French noble and spoke with Walsingham, never revealing the full truth of his lacking knowledge. Instead, he declared himself ill and withdrew to his country estate.

For a man with his throat torn and an increasing hunger barely satiated by raw meat, he would soon discover the truth behind his condition when a young stable boy made the poor decision to stop and stare rather than keep on running. It wasn't the flesh he wanted, it was the blood. Vibrant, pulsing red that stained his mouth and thundered quickly in lively chests.

Devereaux bided his time, having to dismiss the staff every so often to keep up the illusion that he was ageing. No legal child to sign as an heir, nothing to hide behind. When suspicions were raised, Silas found the next boat headed out to Europe and spent his time travelling, joining various courts and studying languages or cultures. A dark past doesn't leave you, neither did the skills he gained from it. It was a social reputation to keep and money hoarded for desperate situations, growing and evolving with the political climate to remain relevant. He finally returned to England in 1901, fighting both world wars under the Union Jack, the first as a soldier and the second in the SOE (Special Operations Executive) as a British spy in France, Poland, and Holland.

With the atomic bomb to end the conflict, he saw life for himself in America. Where progression and safety were ensured, finding a niche in the rich families of the South making money as an advisor before moving to Washington. Rumours in the underground community were rife with talk of a small town on the coast, to which he set out for and settled again. Not sure how long it would be, but surely, where there was power there would be conflict and conflict is merely disguised opportunity.

Appearance:
Standing over the average height for someone born in his era, he has remained an impressive stature of 6'4", resembling and often noted to be akin to Charlemagne. Broad shoulders and athletic physique set good proportion, whilst his jaw and cheekbones resemble carved marble. A rather Roman nose, instilling the aura of scholarly and aloof nature sets his face. Blue eyes and a dashing smile able to bowl most over in a seemingly genuine gesture of goodwill that should always be inspected for falsity. Nevertheless, he's seen as a ruthlessly handsome and polite man, not afraid to recognise his own confident pull when it comes to his own needs or desires. His usual comfortable wear is button-up shirts, suits, and anything that might be assumed a little too formal. He's never been one to relax.

Other:
- Fluent in Latin, German, French, Polish, Dutch, and Russian. Conversational in Mandarin, still learning.
- A portrait of his has survived and is currently on show at the National Portrait Gallery, unnamed and unknown.
- During his SOE training, he learned lockpicking, espionage, disguise, codes, morse, and how to handle a variety of firearms as well as parachuting. Etc.
- Has a preference for aniseed sweets.​

 

[Ari]

Name: Dominic Vitalis
Nickname: Dom
Age: 30
Birthday: May 7th
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Demigod, son of Poseidon



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Personality: Dom is a natural-born leader. He has always had a dominant personality and presence, and the confidence that he exudes typically makes this the first thing that people notice about him. He's strong minded, intelligent, and well-versed. Really genuinely, most people truly enjoy Dominic's presence. He's friendly, well-spoken, and he takes his responsibilities very seriously. He prides himself in having a good reputation and representing himself, his family, and anything associated to his image in the best light possible.

He may not be entirely human, but he's not entirely god either, and he certainly has his flaws. With such a strong personality, people sometimes find him to be controlling, a perfectionist, and opinionated. He's aware of his strengths and tends to feel like his ideas are flawless, or at least superior to other's without even considering theirs. He can be condescending and cocky, though not in the obviously obnoxious way of a frat boy who just lost his virginity. He's just very self-aware, sometimes to a point of self-destruction. He can never admit when he's wrong and while he appreciates competition, he only truly appreciates it if he comes out on top. Failure and compromise aren't options in his book, in any situation, and although he doesn't actively seek out conflict, he's not afraid of a good fight. While he typically comes off as being well composed and level headed, his pride and ego are highly valued, and (un)admittedly, easily threatened, so little good ever seems to come out of that.
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History: Dom was the result of god and mortal interbreeding, with his father being Poseidon, and his mother being a human mortal who lived on the island of Capri. Dominic doesn't know much about her outside of that, as his father killed her shortly after his birth, and relocated him to the United States where he was raised by his aunt, who was a mortal mother of one of Zeus' children. Dominic isn't aware of how his mother died, which is for the best, as it would only be a reminder of how he and his father are so similar. Both are quite dignified and competitive, with fragile egos that, when threatened, can cause them to act malicious and vengeful in typically unwarranted ways.

He was raised by his aunt and had a good childhood. The woman was older and had mothered four demigod children herself, so adding Dominic to the mix wasn't a big deal. Besides, he spent the majority of his first sixteen years of life at a private boarding school, which unbeknownst to the public, was a school specifically designed for demigod children. It was a safe place for them to become who they were without impeding on typical human life, and it was the perfect place for someone like Dominic, whose powers were evident at quite an early age and took years to master control over.

He had finished his schooling by age sixteen but opted to continue on to college. He was a mortal after all, and even if his abilities superseded human abilities, he was still someone who had to make his way on Earth. He attended Stanford University and completed a degree in chemical engineering by the age of 20. Though he had plans to continue on with his education after that, one of his cousins was getting ready to step down as mayor of a small town that was secretly run by demigods, and his father pushed him to move to the town, make a name for himself, and "run" for the position. Though it wasn't initially a part of his life plan, Dominic agreed and has lived in Aldor Harbor for the past ten years, and has been mayor for the past nine. While he sometimes feels like his life is mediocre in comparison to what it could be, he's content.. for now.​

 

[Shadow Alpha]

☂ ✦ ☁ ☾​

Succubus Bartender (White text box has hidden scroll)

Oh Jae Hee

Name: Oh, Jae Hee

Nickname: Goes by Jae (Jay) since it's easier to explain instead of using her full Korean name.

Age: Appears 24, is actually 226

Species: Succubus - Her kind feed off of the life force of other beings and do not always kill while intimate. They have evolved from their unnecessary way of killing and have grasped the concept of self control. They can live for ever in theory as long as they feed regularly and do not suffer fatal wounds at times of weakness or hunger. During periods of hunger they become feral and killed be killed by extensive damage to their brains or hearts due to being unable to heal from hunger. Their senses are heightened, especially their sense of smell which allows them to pick up on the pheromones of other creatures. That ability helps in being able to actually smell their emotions and needs through their bodily scent that other beings have no control over. Succubi also have the ability to increase the potency of their 'attaractive' pheromones in order to lure people close without them questioning it. They naturally emit an enticing scent without forcing it which may bring comfort to some or a weird electric feeling under the skin to others, varies depending on the strength and will of the person.

Appearance: 5'6", slight curvy yet athletic build, 136 lbs., Straight black hair that has a slight wave to it and reaches to the middle of her spine, light hazel eyes that have a bright pink ring around them (Often mistaken as contacts by mortals).

Succubus Form: Her entire iris turn the same pink that appears as just a ring in her human form, she sprouts wings that are velvety to the touch, her ears became slightly pointed along with her canine teeth (no where near the length of a vampires and still could appear human-like), short black horns that curl up, and a tail that ends with a tuft of fur to match.

Spoiler: Horns

Spoiler: Wings

Spoiler: Tail

DOB: February 14th

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual with a preference for women

Personality: Jae has always had a seemingly carefree attitude and a curious nature that most succubi and incubi had ingrained into their being. However, she was never the type to follow rules or obey their leaders so she often caused trouble for her clan. Being a demon that enjoyed mingling with other species and humans that they preyed on was always frowned upon.

She takes a lot of fun and pride in flirting with different beings, it is almost as if it is nothing more than a game. Even though she goes around with this playboy mentality she does believe in being honest even if it only causes pain for others. Anyone she's been with is aware of their play thing status besides the ones that she charmed into letting her feed off of them.

Outside of Jae's succubi quirks she's actually quite innocent in the hopes of being able to settle down with someone able to satiate her hunger and love her unconditionally. Jae is a sucker for cuddling and being up under her current target. Jae will often tease and joke around with everyone which makes her very friendly and welcoming to new people.

History: Oh Jae Hee was born in Korea before it had split into North and South. The head of the clan had decided that it would be better for them to remain a mysterious and in no way intervene with human affairs. Her memory of the human wars are still quite vivid as other territorial beings had joined in for the thrill and to feast on the remains of what was left behind.

Once the era of war had ebbed and North and South Korea had become their own countries, Jae was able to roam about and mingle freely. Finally being at an age where she could be trusted to not go on a feeding frenzy was wonderful. The clan's leader, who happened to be her aunt now that the previous head had chosen to step down after a few thousand years of ruling, gave her the okay. She found the ogling of the humans to be amusing unlike what she experienced back home. She was relatively tall amongst their human women and had an otherworldly beauty and aura that seemed to roll off of her in waves. They reacted accordingly to the pheromones she secreted and had no problems feeding off of them simply through kissing to avoid any casualties. She even took up a human job called 'Bartending' when ever she wasn't doing boring work for the clan. It kept in a steady stream of different people with different tastes.

It wasn't long before she decided to invest her wealth in a series of bars and clubs throughout South Korea and had essentially laid claim to the area. Word had gotten around about a young supernatural 'gathering humans for the slaughter' which led to the shady elite part of the government that dealt with these kind of things to get involved. Instead of incurring the wrath of a large high ranking clan of succubi and incubi, They offered her a deal to abandon the area in order to start her business chains elsewhere to not draw too much attention. Jae took them up on their offer and enjoyed travelling the world and learning different languages as she mingled with humans and the few supers that ran across her path. It wasn't long before she heard of some type of new settlement where the humans were aware of otherworldly presences and lived alongside them. Jae happily made her way towards Ivy Harbot after sending her construction team a few months ahead of her to work on a quaint pub that would be a relaxing time for everyone.

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