Werepunk
I live, I die, I live again
Mostly for my own reference so I don't forget things about my own characters, lul.
General TW for dark themes and violence, and also please note any individual TWs each character has.
Supernatural Characters
Post-Apocalyptic Characters
General TW for dark themes and violence, and also please note any individual TWs each character has.
Supernatural Characters
Demographic info
Full name: Gabriel Hawthorne
Gender: Cis Male
Age: 26, looks old for his age
Sexuality: Gay, closeted
Species: Human
Race and Ethnicity: White American, English heritage
Occupation: Vampire Hunter Cultist
Physical description
Gabriel is a little over 6ft tall and weighs around 190 pounds. His body is kept lean and athletic by strict training. He keeps his brown hair cut short, and has to shave frequently to avoid stubble. His eyes are a dull shade of green, and his complexion is pale because he mainly hunts at night.
He favors dark, practical clothes that allow him to blend in with average people. He always wears a crucifix, though he often hides it under his cloths.
Personality
Gabriel is very much a product of his training. As a child, he was shy and even gentle, with a natural sense of curiosity and a love of animals. But like all hunters in his clan, he began his training at the age of ten. He was trained by his father, and the elder Hawthorne's brutal methods and strict regime quickly hardened the boy. Over the years, he withdrew into himself, becoming cold and standoffish.
By the time he went on his first hunt, Gabriel had grown into an efficient killer. His approach to hunting is methodical and analytical. He lacks the passionate hatred that drives many hunters and seems oddly detached, even when killing a target. He doesn't revel in causing pain, but nor is he merciful.He doesn't seem to fear death at all, as if he values his own life very little.
Outside of hunting... Gabriel seems to have no personal life to speak of. He has few friends among his fellow hunters, and seems awkward and unsure of himself in social situations. He is oddly naive for someone with so much blood on his hands, due to his incredibly sheltered upbringing.
Only occasionally does Gabriel show that he feels his trauma, with outbursts of anger and fear, or times when he spirals into sadness. He keeps to himself during these times, refusing to talk about these problems or even acknowledge that they're happening.
Other information
Gabriel is a member of a cult of vampire hunters called the Order of Saint George. He was born into the cult, indoctrinated from an early age, and trained from the moment he was old enough to hold a weapon. He still holds onto the toxic, harmful beliefs he grew up with.
Full name: Gabriel Hawthorne
Gender: Cis Male
Age: 26, looks old for his age
Sexuality: Gay, closeted
Species: Human
Race and Ethnicity: White American, English heritage
Occupation: Vampire Hunter Cultist
Physical description
Gabriel is a little over 6ft tall and weighs around 190 pounds. His body is kept lean and athletic by strict training. He keeps his brown hair cut short, and has to shave frequently to avoid stubble. His eyes are a dull shade of green, and his complexion is pale because he mainly hunts at night.
He favors dark, practical clothes that allow him to blend in with average people. He always wears a crucifix, though he often hides it under his cloths.
Personality
Gabriel is very much a product of his training. As a child, he was shy and even gentle, with a natural sense of curiosity and a love of animals. But like all hunters in his clan, he began his training at the age of ten. He was trained by his father, and the elder Hawthorne's brutal methods and strict regime quickly hardened the boy. Over the years, he withdrew into himself, becoming cold and standoffish.
By the time he went on his first hunt, Gabriel had grown into an efficient killer. His approach to hunting is methodical and analytical. He lacks the passionate hatred that drives many hunters and seems oddly detached, even when killing a target. He doesn't revel in causing pain, but nor is he merciful.He doesn't seem to fear death at all, as if he values his own life very little.
Outside of hunting... Gabriel seems to have no personal life to speak of. He has few friends among his fellow hunters, and seems awkward and unsure of himself in social situations. He is oddly naive for someone with so much blood on his hands, due to his incredibly sheltered upbringing.
Only occasionally does Gabriel show that he feels his trauma, with outbursts of anger and fear, or times when he spirals into sadness. He keeps to himself during these times, refusing to talk about these problems or even acknowledge that they're happening.
Other information
Gabriel is a member of a cult of vampire hunters called the Order of Saint George. He was born into the cult, indoctrinated from an early age, and trained from the moment he was old enough to hold a weapon. He still holds onto the toxic, harmful beliefs he grew up with.
Demographic info
Full name: Ezeqiuel Daniel García
Gender: Cis Male
Age: 27
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Werewolf
Race and Ethnicity: Mexican American
Occupation: Varies based on roleplay
Physical description
Zeke stands at 6'3 (190.5 cm) and weighs around 200lbs (90.7kg). He's athletic and muscular, kept in shape by frequent exercise (perhaps too frequent.) He has coarse black hair, usually cut into a mohawk or undercut style, and he often sports either stubble or a full beard. He has dark brown eyes and a warm brown complexion. Zeke favors DIY fashion with a a punk aesthetic-- he wears denim vests with lots of patches, and leather jackets with spikes. He makes/alters a lot of his own clothes.
Zeke has a lot of scars, including very prominent scar across his lips and a smaller one across his eyebrow. He also has various claw-shaped scars across his body, and a chunk missing out of his right ear.
As a werewolf, Zeke stands at nearly eight feet tall. He is bipedal, but will drop to all fours to run or jump. He's covered in coarse, thick black fur that covers many of the scars on his body, though his facial scars are still very visible and distinctive.
Personality
Zeke is proud of who he is and greatly enjoys being a werewolf. His fierce pride, combined with the hardships he has faced, has led him to develop a very "take no shit" attitude. He is not afraid to speak up and start fights when he feels disrespected. Some may find him abrasive, and he can be insensitive, with little regard for politeness-- but he also has a strong sense of compassion, and is willing to stand up for others just as fiercely as he stands up for himself.
He has problems with anger management, which he is very aware of. He fears becoming like his father more than anything else, so he does everything in his power to control that anger. Sometimes, his ways of doing this aren't exactly healthy-- he will try to laugh it off, or bottle it up, or drink it away. But he figures anything is better than losing his temper and hurting someone he loves.
Zeke has very strong political beliefs, and is not afraid to voice them or join protests. He also deeply distrusts authority, and believes the law is often corrupt.
Other information
Zeke has enhanced senses, especially his sense of smell and hearing. He can become overwhelmed and experience sensory overload as a result of the enhanced senses. He's much faster and stronger than the average human. He can be hurt or killed by anything that can hurt or kill a human, but he heals much quicker (though not instantly.) For example, he will recover from severe bone fractures in a few days, when it would take several weeks for a human.
Full name: Ezeqiuel Daniel García
Gender: Cis Male
Age: 27
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Werewolf
Race and Ethnicity: Mexican American
Occupation: Varies based on roleplay
Physical description
Zeke stands at 6'3 (190.5 cm) and weighs around 200lbs (90.7kg). He's athletic and muscular, kept in shape by frequent exercise (perhaps too frequent.) He has coarse black hair, usually cut into a mohawk or undercut style, and he often sports either stubble or a full beard. He has dark brown eyes and a warm brown complexion. Zeke favors DIY fashion with a a punk aesthetic-- he wears denim vests with lots of patches, and leather jackets with spikes. He makes/alters a lot of his own clothes.
Zeke has a lot of scars, including very prominent scar across his lips and a smaller one across his eyebrow. He also has various claw-shaped scars across his body, and a chunk missing out of his right ear.
As a werewolf, Zeke stands at nearly eight feet tall. He is bipedal, but will drop to all fours to run or jump. He's covered in coarse, thick black fur that covers many of the scars on his body, though his facial scars are still very visible and distinctive.
Personality
Zeke is proud of who he is and greatly enjoys being a werewolf. His fierce pride, combined with the hardships he has faced, has led him to develop a very "take no shit" attitude. He is not afraid to speak up and start fights when he feels disrespected. Some may find him abrasive, and he can be insensitive, with little regard for politeness-- but he also has a strong sense of compassion, and is willing to stand up for others just as fiercely as he stands up for himself.
He has problems with anger management, which he is very aware of. He fears becoming like his father more than anything else, so he does everything in his power to control that anger. Sometimes, his ways of doing this aren't exactly healthy-- he will try to laugh it off, or bottle it up, or drink it away. But he figures anything is better than losing his temper and hurting someone he loves.
Zeke has very strong political beliefs, and is not afraid to voice them or join protests. He also deeply distrusts authority, and believes the law is often corrupt.
Other information
Zeke has enhanced senses, especially his sense of smell and hearing. He can become overwhelmed and experience sensory overload as a result of the enhanced senses. He's much faster and stronger than the average human. He can be hurt or killed by anything that can hurt or kill a human, but he heals much quicker (though not instantly.) For example, he will recover from severe bone fractures in a few days, when it would take several weeks for a human.
Demographic info
Full name: Declan Murphy
Gender: Cis Male
Age: 33
Sexuality: Bisexual, though his experience with men is limited
Species: Faoladh (Irish werewolf)
Race and Ethnicity: White, Irish
Occupation: Bartender and manager, future bar owner
Physical description
Declan stands at 6'1 (185.5cm). He's big-boned, weighing around 240lbs (109kg), with a fair amount of both muscle and fat. He has shoulder-length reddish-brown hair that he ties up in a bun when the bar gets busy, and he has a thick beard that he keeps neatly trimmed. He likes to wear dark earth tones, like brown and dark green. He has a favorite brown leather jacket that has a cream-colored fur collar. His eyes are green, and he has a rosy complexion. He has white flowers tattooed on his forearm, and one of the flowers has the name "April" written on one of the petals.
Personality
Declan's known for being level-headed and reliable-- he'd have to be, to run a bar that's become a watering hole for local non-humans. He cares a lot about the community, and he keeps an eye out for younger werewolves. He also keeps an eye out for trouble makers, and is always there to step in when some patron is starting to cause trouble. His bar is considered neutral territory, and he doesn't tolerate anyone causing trouble; he's not afraid to throw people out on their ass if they're getting a little too rowdy.
He can be gruff, even sort of grumpy if you catch him on the wrong day, and is a bit of a loner-- the only time he's really social is when he's behind the bar, and otherwise he prefers to be left alone. He's not aligned to any pack, though he is friendly with any local packs and is respected enough that he's allowed to come and go as he pleases.
Although he has a few good friends, not many people really know much about him. They know that he's an immigrant from Ireland, that much is apparent from his accent. But he never talks about his family or mentions why he left his home. In his wallet, he keeps a picture of a young child who looks quite a bit like him, but he never talks about her.
Other information
Declan drinks a bit more than he really should.
Full name: Declan Murphy
Gender: Cis Male
Age: 33
Sexuality: Bisexual, though his experience with men is limited
Species: Faoladh (Irish werewolf)
Race and Ethnicity: White, Irish
Occupation: Bartender and manager, future bar owner
Physical description
Declan stands at 6'1 (185.5cm). He's big-boned, weighing around 240lbs (109kg), with a fair amount of both muscle and fat. He has shoulder-length reddish-brown hair that he ties up in a bun when the bar gets busy, and he has a thick beard that he keeps neatly trimmed. He likes to wear dark earth tones, like brown and dark green. He has a favorite brown leather jacket that has a cream-colored fur collar. His eyes are green, and he has a rosy complexion. He has white flowers tattooed on his forearm, and one of the flowers has the name "April" written on one of the petals.
Personality
Declan's known for being level-headed and reliable-- he'd have to be, to run a bar that's become a watering hole for local non-humans. He cares a lot about the community, and he keeps an eye out for younger werewolves. He also keeps an eye out for trouble makers, and is always there to step in when some patron is starting to cause trouble. His bar is considered neutral territory, and he doesn't tolerate anyone causing trouble; he's not afraid to throw people out on their ass if they're getting a little too rowdy.
He can be gruff, even sort of grumpy if you catch him on the wrong day, and is a bit of a loner-- the only time he's really social is when he's behind the bar, and otherwise he prefers to be left alone. He's not aligned to any pack, though he is friendly with any local packs and is respected enough that he's allowed to come and go as he pleases.
Although he has a few good friends, not many people really know much about him. They know that he's an immigrant from Ireland, that much is apparent from his accent. But he never talks about his family or mentions why he left his home. In his wallet, he keeps a picture of a young child who looks quite a bit like him, but he never talks about her.
Other information
Declan drinks a bit more than he really should.
Post-Apocalyptic Characters
Demographic info
Full name: Kieran
Gender: Male, or possibly agender
Age: 26
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Human
Race and Ethnicity: Mixed race; specifics unknown
Occupation: Healer/medic
Physical description
Kieran is average height (5'9/175.3cm). He has a lean, wiry build, and his weight tends to fluctuate as resources become more or less available. When he's healthy, he's around 140lbs (63.5kg). He has wavy, dark brown hair, which is often long and uneven as he cuts himself whenever he gets irritated with its length. He has dark green eyes, and an olive brown complexion.
Kieran favors practical clothes, fit for whatever environment he's exploring or task he's completing. He likes dark colors, especially forest green and grey, and he always wears sturdy boots. He is often seen carrying a tall walking stick and a heavy pack full of various supplies.
He keeps the lower half of his face covered as much as he possibly can, letting only those he trusts see his face. He's hiding the heavy scars around his mouth and cheeks, like someone tried to cut a smile onto his face. Although he won't let just anyone see the scars, he will be honest when asked why he keeps his face covered.
Personality
Kieran may come across as a bit eccentric. He goes for long periods without speaking and often gets lost in thought. He doesn't like crowds, and he doesn't always seem to understand people. As a result, he may seem naive at best; rude at worst. He's also not your typical gentle healer. He can be curt, even irritable when his work is interrupted or the patient is uncooperative.
It’s not that he dislikes people. Quite the opposite; he is deeply compassionate, and seeks to help anyone he can, however he can. He cares deeply about his patients and the friends he makes, though he may struggle to show it sometimes.
Although he prefers to avoid violence when possible, he's not entirely a pacifist. He is willing to defend himself. He has killed in self-defense before-- and would be willing to do it again.
Other information
Kieran is as good a healer as you will find out in the wasteland. He's skilled in first aid as well as long-term treatments. Though he makes do with whatever supplies he can scavenge, he often finds himself frustrated with the scarcity of medicine and medical technology.
Full name: Kieran
Gender: Male, or possibly agender
Age: 26
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Human
Race and Ethnicity: Mixed race; specifics unknown
Occupation: Healer/medic
Physical description
Kieran is average height (5'9/175.3cm). He has a lean, wiry build, and his weight tends to fluctuate as resources become more or less available. When he's healthy, he's around 140lbs (63.5kg). He has wavy, dark brown hair, which is often long and uneven as he cuts himself whenever he gets irritated with its length. He has dark green eyes, and an olive brown complexion.
Kieran favors practical clothes, fit for whatever environment he's exploring or task he's completing. He likes dark colors, especially forest green and grey, and he always wears sturdy boots. He is often seen carrying a tall walking stick and a heavy pack full of various supplies.
He keeps the lower half of his face covered as much as he possibly can, letting only those he trusts see his face. He's hiding the heavy scars around his mouth and cheeks, like someone tried to cut a smile onto his face. Although he won't let just anyone see the scars, he will be honest when asked why he keeps his face covered.
Personality
Kieran may come across as a bit eccentric. He goes for long periods without speaking and often gets lost in thought. He doesn't like crowds, and he doesn't always seem to understand people. As a result, he may seem naive at best; rude at worst. He's also not your typical gentle healer. He can be curt, even irritable when his work is interrupted or the patient is uncooperative.
It’s not that he dislikes people. Quite the opposite; he is deeply compassionate, and seeks to help anyone he can, however he can. He cares deeply about his patients and the friends he makes, though he may struggle to show it sometimes.
Although he prefers to avoid violence when possible, he's not entirely a pacifist. He is willing to defend himself. He has killed in self-defense before-- and would be willing to do it again.
Other information
Kieran is as good a healer as you will find out in the wasteland. He's skilled in first aid as well as long-term treatments. Though he makes do with whatever supplies he can scavenge, he often finds himself frustrated with the scarcity of medicine and medical technology.
Demographic info
Full name: Unknown, only goes by Bishop
Gender: Cis Male
Age: 28
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Human
Race and Ethnicity: White, unknown heritage
Occupation: Rebel leader, Community leader, or Raider, depending on the roleplay
Physical description
Bishop is tall with an lean but athletic build, kept in good shape by an active, hectic life. He has blue-grey eyes and long, dark, curly hair, which he keeps tied up. He usually has stubble, as he doesn't always have time to shave it.
Clothing style TBD.
Bishop has extensive scarring, caused by a bomb with shrapnel in it. The scarring extends from his hairline down to his neck on the left side of his face. He is missing an eye; the socket is sealed shut and grown over with scar tissue. He still thinks he's quite handsome regardless of the scars, and he won't hide them under normal circumstances-- he will even style his hair to accentuate them if he wants to intimidate people. However, if he's in a situation where he needs people to be comfortable with him or if he's trying not to draw attention to himself, he will hide the scars as best he can.
Personality
Bishop is a man with ambitions, and he's willing to go to extreme lengths to achieve them. He sees the injustice and cruelty in the world and seeks to change it by force. His goals are sympathetic, but his methods make him controversial, as he is not above violence, deceit, and manipulation. He's charismatic and friendly, especially when it suits him to be, and he's not afraid to take charge of any given situation. He prefers to speak his mind whenever he feels like it, and can find it difficult to keep his mouth shut even when doing so would be the wiser course of action.
Other information
Full name: Unknown, only goes by Bishop
Gender: Cis Male
Age: 28
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Human
Race and Ethnicity: White, unknown heritage
Occupation: Rebel leader, Community leader, or Raider, depending on the roleplay
Physical description
Bishop is tall with an lean but athletic build, kept in good shape by an active, hectic life. He has blue-grey eyes and long, dark, curly hair, which he keeps tied up. He usually has stubble, as he doesn't always have time to shave it.
Clothing style TBD.
Bishop has extensive scarring, caused by a bomb with shrapnel in it. The scarring extends from his hairline down to his neck on the left side of his face. He is missing an eye; the socket is sealed shut and grown over with scar tissue. He still thinks he's quite handsome regardless of the scars, and he won't hide them under normal circumstances-- he will even style his hair to accentuate them if he wants to intimidate people. However, if he's in a situation where he needs people to be comfortable with him or if he's trying not to draw attention to himself, he will hide the scars as best he can.
Personality
Bishop is a man with ambitions, and he's willing to go to extreme lengths to achieve them. He sees the injustice and cruelty in the world and seeks to change it by force. His goals are sympathetic, but his methods make him controversial, as he is not above violence, deceit, and manipulation. He's charismatic and friendly, especially when it suits him to be, and he's not afraid to take charge of any given situation. He prefers to speak his mind whenever he feels like it, and can find it difficult to keep his mouth shut even when doing so would be the wiser course of action.
Other information
Demographic info
Full name: "Goner," real name unknown
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Human
Race and Ethnicity: White, ancestry unknown
Occupation: Wanderer, formerly a raider
Physical description
Goner is a bit on the tall side (5'10, 177.8cm), with a wiry but athletic built, kept in shape by a hard lifestyle. He has black hair, usually kept shaved on the sides, and green eyes. He has a number of notable scars, including one down his cheek and some around one of his eyes. He has a crudely done skull brand on his neck.
His style of outfit is quite loud and distinctive. He wears whatever he can patch together-- and he adorns himself with jewelry he makes himself, out of scrap metal and bone (it's animal bone... mostly.) If he's in warmer climates, he likes to go without a shirt. He likes to use make up as well as body and face paint, especially if he's heading into a fight.
His front teeth are filed into points, giving him a menacing smile.
Background
Goner has led an extreme life, and it shows. At a very young age, he was captured by a clan of killers. This clan is infamous in the area for their brutality, often reveling in violence and cruelty. They wear the bones of their prey-- animal and human alike-- as jewelry, and compete over who can get the most kills.
Goner was raised by these people. Through their brutal training, they stripped him of his identity and even his real name, giving him the cruel nickname "Goner" instead, as no one expected him to survive the training. But he did-- in order to do so, he learned to be brutal and violent, eventually joining the ranks of their hunters and raiders.
Although he seemed to embrace their way of life, Goner harbors a deep resentment of his fellow hunters. Perhaps on some level, he knows their violent way of life is wrong... Perhaps he remembers the life that had been stolen from him as a child. Or perhaps he's simply growing tired of following the older hunters' orders. Whatever the cause, his resentment seems to grow by the day.
But this is the only life he really knows. He can't leave, can he?
Personality
Goner is, unfortunately, very much a product of the people who raised him. He is impulsive and reckless, quick to violence and not above murder. What's more, he seems to actually enjoy the violence, thinking of it as a challenge and a thrill. Even during peaceful times, when he's not supposed to be hunting and killing, he's always a little too happy about it when he gets into a fight.
Despite the violent streak, he is an oddly cheerful person, outgoing and willing to talk to anyone that will tolerate him-- in truth, he's a bit lonely when he's left alone, but he'd never admit that to anyone. He's oddly excitable and energetic, to the point that he has trouble sitting still and focusing on things for long. He also has a very odd and oftentimes inappropriate sense of humor, and doesn't seem to understand boundaries (or morality) very well.
He can also be selfish, as he is used to looking out for himself and only himself-- he doesn't remember his family, and he's never had true friends or positive relationships with the other hunters.
Other information
Goner lacks any kind of formal education, so he can't read or write.
Full name: "Goner," real name unknown
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Human
Race and Ethnicity: White, ancestry unknown
Occupation: Wanderer, formerly a raider
Physical description
Goner is a bit on the tall side (5'10, 177.8cm), with a wiry but athletic built, kept in shape by a hard lifestyle. He has black hair, usually kept shaved on the sides, and green eyes. He has a number of notable scars, including one down his cheek and some around one of his eyes. He has a crudely done skull brand on his neck.
His style of outfit is quite loud and distinctive. He wears whatever he can patch together-- and he adorns himself with jewelry he makes himself, out of scrap metal and bone (it's animal bone... mostly.) If he's in warmer climates, he likes to go without a shirt. He likes to use make up as well as body and face paint, especially if he's heading into a fight.
His front teeth are filed into points, giving him a menacing smile.
Background
Goner has led an extreme life, and it shows. At a very young age, he was captured by a clan of killers. This clan is infamous in the area for their brutality, often reveling in violence and cruelty. They wear the bones of their prey-- animal and human alike-- as jewelry, and compete over who can get the most kills.
Goner was raised by these people. Through their brutal training, they stripped him of his identity and even his real name, giving him the cruel nickname "Goner" instead, as no one expected him to survive the training. But he did-- in order to do so, he learned to be brutal and violent, eventually joining the ranks of their hunters and raiders.
Although he seemed to embrace their way of life, Goner harbors a deep resentment of his fellow hunters. Perhaps on some level, he knows their violent way of life is wrong... Perhaps he remembers the life that had been stolen from him as a child. Or perhaps he's simply growing tired of following the older hunters' orders. Whatever the cause, his resentment seems to grow by the day.
But this is the only life he really knows. He can't leave, can he?
Personality
Goner is, unfortunately, very much a product of the people who raised him. He is impulsive and reckless, quick to violence and not above murder. What's more, he seems to actually enjoy the violence, thinking of it as a challenge and a thrill. Even during peaceful times, when he's not supposed to be hunting and killing, he's always a little too happy about it when he gets into a fight.
Despite the violent streak, he is an oddly cheerful person, outgoing and willing to talk to anyone that will tolerate him-- in truth, he's a bit lonely when he's left alone, but he'd never admit that to anyone. He's oddly excitable and energetic, to the point that he has trouble sitting still and focusing on things for long. He also has a very odd and oftentimes inappropriate sense of humor, and doesn't seem to understand boundaries (or morality) very well.
He can also be selfish, as he is used to looking out for himself and only himself-- he doesn't remember his family, and he's never had true friends or positive relationships with the other hunters.
Other information
Goner lacks any kind of formal education, so he can't read or write.
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