Fantasy F.D.U - Characters

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This will be a place to post character sheets for characters used in the main roleplay. I do not have any special template that you have to follow - I trust that you all know your characters best, and know what the most important traits are that you need to include in a character sheet. I'll post my own as an example, but feel free to do more or less than me!

Images are not necessary.

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[nonexistent]

Name: Marcus (Mark) Huang
Age: 33
Species: Werewolf (Gray Wolf)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homoromantic Bisexual
Role: Detective
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Personality:
Mark is a very inquisitive and analytical individual, who adds a spin of his own humor to every situation. He's relatively laid back, though seems to be able to smell when some sort of injustice is underfoot. Some may call it instinct, but Mark's way of questioning and reading into every situation is what leads him to discover criminal activity that others wouldn't notice. Being born into a pack of werewolves, Mark was stereotypically guided by society towards a position in law enforcement. A dog of the government - which is generally a place for creatures seen as more 'savage' or that would have more success using their body rather than their mind. Mark doesn't particularly mind his current job as a detective, as it took him years to get there after despising being a regular officer, but often wonders if there is another path in life that he could have taken that he would have found more peace of mind with. Mark often daydreams about what life would have been like if he had instead been anything else - a doctor, a comedian, a vigilante, the owner of a little bar at the edge of the city... but that's all speculation unlikely to ever become reality. Mark doesn't attend pack meetings like when he was forced to as a child, which is generally seen as detrimental to a pack animal's health. He tells his doctor to 'F off.' He'd rather hole up in his little apartment and engage in bad habits. Mark's fear surrounding the current situation in the city is partially why he has become even more hesitant to go outside. With the news of werewolves losing control over themselves, even with no previous risk factors, Mark doesn't want to become a violent stereotype.
Appearance:
Mark is a bit shorter than average at 5'6", which is generally made up for by his naturally athletic build. Werewolves tend to naturally have above-average muscle mass and strength, which is one thing that Mark is grateful for. He isn't overtly large or bodybuilder-like, but has a clearly strong build. Mark has thick and straight black hair, which is usually brushed forwards messily on top, while the sides remain shaved. His monolid-shaped eyes are dark yet warm, and quite studious. His under-eyes tend to look a bit dark due to exhaustion. Unshaven stubble lies on Mark's angled jawline - it doesn't grow very long, even if he were to leave it alone forever, so he tends to put off shaving until it never happens. On a normal day, Mark wears a button-up shirt and jeans with a leather belt, along with some type of strong, brown boots. After deciding to branch off from the police department and investigate on his own, he doesn't usually wear his uniform.

As a werewolf, Mark can adjust his body's appearance by shifting. The amount that he shifts is on a sliding scale which depends on Mark's control. The farthest two ends are having either a human appearance or having that of a Gray Wolf. The strongest is a combination of the two, which is also more difficult to control for Mark than just one or the other. As a Gray Wolf, Mark has fluffy, soft, warm fur, and yellow eyes.​

 

[TheSpeck]

Name: Ari, or anything else you call him

Age: 23

Height: 6'0

Role: criminal

Description (there's also a picture I sketched at the bottom because I'm bad at descriptions): Ari has the body type of the average guy, if you don't pay attention to the void black fur and hooves. He looks sort of like a solid shadow, but only his 'skin' does, otherwise he wears a black trench coat and khaki pants. His hands are paw-like and are capable of producing claws, although this is also a bad thing since he doesn't have thumbs (yes he does have toe beans, or hand beans I guess). To the touch his skin feels soft due to his short fur. He acts like he dislikes being touched but secretly likes pats. He wears the skull of an unknown animal, this is often mistaken for a mask but it's actually apart of his face. It can be removed, but he dislikes it when people try to. The skull looks much like a goats, but instead with sharp teeth. His eyes are normally hidden behind the mask, but on rare occasions his eyes will be revealed as two luminous white circles on his face.


Background/Personality: Ari is typically curious and interested in new people. He grew up on the streets since shortly after he turned 10 his parents abandoned him. This wasn't unusual as it was tradition in his species to abandon young ones at the age of 10 due to the thought they were adults at that age. He developed quite a few trust issues from all the people he had encountered on the streets, especially since the crime was high in the area. Being a bit clingy to people he did trust, he got involved in criminal activities from a friend he had made. They turned out to be using him but he didn't realize at such a young age. He started working as a body guard for criminals and got himself into the criminal life through hurting and killing people. He realized later that he was being used and they weren't actually his friends, so he cut ties with them (by killing them because they threatened to kill him if he left) and moved on. He unfortunently couldn't erase his record though, and works small jobs at shops and any place that wouldn't reject him because he looked creepy. He lives in hidden places and mostly stays out if sight when possible.

Strengths: being inhuman, he has great hearing and is usually faster then most people. He has a fast reaction time and his claws give him the ability to maul things, which he doesn't hesitate to use. He tends to heal from internal injuries without a need for surgery as long as the injury won't kill him before he can heal. This takes a lot of rest though.

Weaknesses: being able to hear well makes it so loud noises can easily disorient him and can possibly physically hurt him. He also relies heavily on the ability to run since he isn't particularly strong. Not having thumbs prevents him from using certain weapons.

Other: Ari doesn't talk much, he only does when needed. This doesn't mean he is shy though, he usually tells people what he means through gestures. He can easily be considered threatening or creepy but is actually pretty nice. He dislikes being touched in any way unless he trusts the person.

(I tried ;/)

 

[nonexistent]

This character has some vague 18+ content mentioned -
but there is nothing explicit/descriptive in here,
nor will there be in the roleplay, as per the site rules.

Name: Aristide D'Alto
Age: 300
Species: Vampire
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Role: Citizen
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Personality/Backstory:
Being around Aristide for more than an hour is enough to notice that he is an obvious gambling addict. This is an obsession that has only been growing worse for hundreds of years after being turned into a vampire at the age of twenty one. Not knowing whether he is going to lose or win to chance simply makes Aristide's undead heart feel alive again. The bigger the risk, the higher he feels. Aristide has handed his entire life over to others in the past as a result of losing bets, being forced to do anything he was asked until his 'owners' died themselves. Then, he simply moved onto the next bet. Currently, Aristide is in a similar situation. After betting with a demon-like creature and losing, Aristide is forced to work at the so-called demon's shady underground bar in the inner city as a prostitute. He rakes in the most cash out of any employee in the bar due to his physical appearance and charm, which gives him more opportunities to gamble it all away. Aristide speaks in a smooth, alluring voice, and has an aura about him that makes people want to experience whatever he has to offer. He's a very open individual, having left behind any care about judgement or hatred hundreds of years ago. It seems that his brain retained that of a twenty one year old's - as he is more irresponsible and immature than you would expect someone three hundred years old to act. Aristide can be overconfident at times, and perhaps a little obnoxious - but he at least makes up for it somewhat in attractiveness and charm. At his core, Aristide is a sweet and sensitive individual who doesn't feel he's worth enough for any love that extends past an exchange of some sort.
Appearance:
Aristide is quite tall at 6'3", and is extremely thin. This is in part due to his pickiness surrounding food. He doesn't drink just anyone's blood, and would rather starve himself than eat from someone he doesn't think would taste good. This leaves him looking a bit sickly even for a vampire, with his lower ribs slightly jutting out and hip bones visibly dipping inwards. Aristide's skin is very pale, having not seen the sun since the day he was turned. His slim body type is attractive to most customers he comes across at the bar, as they like someone who looks weaker than themselves who they can easily overpower. He knows this, and just sees it as another risk to take. Aristide has dark, slightly-curly hair, with bangs that rest just above his crimson eyes. His smooth, soft lips usually hold a little smile, where Aristide's fangs can be seen poking out from behind. He's always wearing something that's somewhat provocative and eye catching, even at the rare times he's not forced to be at work. This usually presents as a half-unbuttoned shirt, some sort of collar on his neck that's obviously more than just a fashion statement, and black leather pants that are perhaps one size too tight. He has to dress to impress, considering his profession.
(Realistic faceclaim below)

Spoiler: Realistic FC

Abilities:
-Aristide can 'glamour' humans - meaning that if he looks into their eyes, he can order them commands or make them forget things entirely. This ability can vary in efficiency when used on different species - but Aristide doesn't even use it unless he deems it necessary. The only time he will generally use it is if he feeds from a human and wants to make them peacefully forget it ever happened.
-Aristide can partially transform into a bat, though it takes up a lot of energy that he generally doesn't have. If he overexerts himself by using this transformation for too long, he will pass out or cause other physical damage to his body. In this form, Aristide sprouts large bat wings from his back and grows soft, dark, fluffy fur on his chest, arms, neck, and jaw. It's a combination of cute and terrifying, and brings strength that the vampire would otherwise not have.
-Aristide is much faster and stronger than the average human (and even some other common species). Considering that he is malnourished, however, he is weaker than most other vampires.​

 

[cosmix]

This character has some vague 18+ content mentioned
but there is nothing explicit/descriptive in here,
nor will there be in the roleplay, as per the site rules.
[Credit to nonexistent 4 this warning!]
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Labelle Villages
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20 years old
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Human Species
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Female
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Bisexual Homoromantic
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Detective/FEDS

BACKSTORY
Labelle wasn't brought up in one of the most loving of ways, actually, to be frank, she wasn't loved. She was raised in a brothel with her mother, and don't worry, Labelle didn't work in the way that prostitutes had to, she found her own way of getting money, outside of that wretched place.
You see, Miss Villages was a pickpocket, an exceptional one at that. So from her teenage years, she was set with wads of money, from; watches, rings, jewelry- even stray jewels on her lucky days. And don't think she was a god at this- no, she had been reported- attacked, even.
Yet this lucky girl was always able to make it out in a survivable state, and hey, she'd go through it 100 more times if she could double her riches. One could say she was a money grabber, and well...she truly was. Man, even for extra cash, she sang in an underground bar, deals and bids were made on everything possibly expensive, or that went on the show to claim wealth, she was one of the main sellers, and it built her credibility greatly.
One fateful night, she'd come home from her pleasant day, it was very late at night, the sunset had occurred hours ago. Coming home to a plain mattress and third-hand furniture was something she had gotten used to, especially when it was located in a cabinet that had mainly no room for her to even move around. Though she always came home late, she loved it there, it was the only home she knew.
But, she couldn't sleep on that mattress, she couldn't go into her miniature room- she couldn't even enter the building.
The police had it all found out.
They found out about her mother's business, all her aunt's business.
and her own business.

before she knew it, after her running and begging, she was caught by a member of the police force..it was like a cage, for once she wasn't able to get out, for once she wasn't free. And with her stealing career, she basically had no way out now, with the thousands she sold and spent, it all finally hit her, like a ton of bricks...she was fucked, to say the least.
But these men saw her potential, not only taking charge of her selfishness but even more- her contacts to other criminals. If you're thinking what I'm thinking, she was turned into a federal spy for the local force.
Yet, she was more than hesitant, she takes mercy upon those who she knows is innocent, merciful on the inside. But the opposites, they'd be behind bars before they could say her name.
And after 3 years of this, she was always gonna be the selfish little girl that everyone knew before, yet, will she ever change? or will she fess up everything she figures out for her specific freedom?
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PERSONALITY
Labelle's traits can definitely clash. She's independent, greatly so, but she'd much rather work in a team than on her own. She's thought about it, and maybe it's because she needs secrets to survive, she needs everyone's information to survive. But that really isn't it, she's sick of the policemen douchebags that talk too loud and voice their opinions much too openly, especially to 'criminals' that haven't even done much worse, yet say she's 'different' which seems like an insult, more than a compliment.
She's quiet, lets others talk much more than she does, it also adds to her serious demeanor. She really isn't one to joke or laugh.
Yet, every downside needs a better half. And well, hers is much more underwhelming at first glance.
She's not a sympathetic gal' because she generally doesn't care that much about anything other than business.
Unless you actually get to know her, which will show a somewhat hesitantly caring side of her, showing how she's able to put others before herself.

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[KaigerGalaxy]

I AM THE FIGHTER.

「 Alaskan Winter 」

dirty paws.​

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• 「 BASICS 」

  name — Alaska
  
  title— Werewolf civilian
  
  gender — Male [he/him]
  
  age — 30
  
  birthday — march 31st, [REDACTED].
  
  height — 6'2
  
  ethnicity — (I don't remember)
  
  sexuality — Asexual, panromantic
  
  
  
• 「 PERSONA 」

  personality— Cold and rough, Alaska isn’t likely to talk to anyone without reason. He is a soft boi but he won't show it.
  
  virtues— Tough, skilled, and intelligent.
  
  vices— Aloof, irritable, vengeful
  
  fears— Hunters, guns, and those people with wolf trophies.
  
  
  
• 「 HISTORY 」

  \Dakota, Alaska's brother, made a stuffed animal for Alaska as a joke. It was made from various different skins, looking as much like him as he could make it. The joke part was, the stuffing was all Dakota's shed fur. Not too long after, Dakota was killed by poachers looking for wolf skins. Alaska now keeps the stuffed animal close with him or somewhere safe. He fights in dog fights for a living under the name Alaskan Winter
  
  
  
• 「 EXTRA 」

  likes— Rain, calm nights, frogs,
  
  dislikes— Dog fights, pork, loud or crowded places, parties
  
  themes— Survival, prejudice, death
  
  other—
  

  Alaska is very protective​

  He has no last name​

  He prefers guys, but will take anybody​

  
  
  

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coded by solarsaphia.

 

[TheSpeck]

Name: Cory Phraser

Age: 22

Height: 5'4

Gender: male

Role: Citizen

Personality/backstory:

Cory is a very submissive person and will back down at even the slightest aggression, due to violent behavior from his parents in which I will not describe. Despite this, he works as a professional trapper, or hunter. He has hunted down rogue werewolves before, other creatures that are at least twice his size, and caught them without killing them. He doesn't like killing anything that is self aware and able to speak and make their own choices outside of basic instinct. He grew up in a poor part of town and was taught how to hunt by his father, and that is how he became a trapper. Cory can be very dedicated to people and, despite his submissive behavior, will turn murderous if anyone threatens their life or his own. It's best not to mess with him.

Description:

Cory has dark brown hair with white tips, amber colored eyes and has a small build. He has the legs, tail, ears, and (slightly smaller) horns of a deer. Despite his appearance he is a pure carnivore and can't eat anything other then meat. He wears a light brown hide jacket with many pockets on the inside, black pants (specially fitted for his odd shaped legs), and carries around a messenger bag that contains tranquilizers, knives, a notebook, and pens. He also carries a pistol in a concealed holster under his jacket.

Strengths:

Cory can run pretty fast and is a lot stronger than he looks. His horns give him the natural ability to headbutt.

Weaknesses:

He isn't very loud and can't get people to listen to him. He also isn't very durable.​

 

[cosmix]

This character has some vague 18+ content mentioned
but there is nothing explicit/descriptive in here,
nor will there be in the roleplay, as per the site rules.
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Xenon Vagas
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30 years old
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Pixie Species
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Pansexual
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Citizen / Criminal (Neutral Evil)
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BACKSTORY
Xenon isn't someone who's had a hard life, he was actually born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was born into a rich family, yet all of their money was just dirty money. His mother was a total heartthrob, yet was cutthroat with her tastes. You aren't rich? No way. Yet, Mrs. Vagas was happily married, to whom, you may ask? A man with very high intimidation in this country. Every man who'd swoon over Mrs. Vagas would soon be bribed with money, and when they ran out, they were killed by the notorious Mr. Vagas. And that's how they got so much money, from poor men who just wanted a bit o' love. Growing up, Xenon was only raised by his mother, so he grew up to learn from her ways. And as he parted from the family house, he was bombarded with men, women, and all else scrambling at his feet, feeding off his praising attention. It built up his ego, his skills. And before he knew it, he was working in one of the most underground clubs of all criminal time.
He had a trusting aura, meaning drunken people would come to him as he'd make them another drink, and another, and another. He'd take advantage of their trust, meaning he knew, many, many secrets.
He was also a professional at convincing others, so a simple pout and a flutter of the eyes would have one simply spill their guts to him. And damn did he love it.
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PERSONALITY
Well, to start. Xenon is flirty, sometimes subtly, sometimes boldly. He doesn't seem to show interest so fast, unless you talk to him first, making that most of the time, since he's a bartender. He does care about others, so one could say he is quite selfless, but only to certain people. A kind soul, with a selfish heart.
In the right moments, he's very serious.
Yet when his mischief is needed, he'll cause it..
at the right price.
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[nonexistent]

Name: Izgod
Nickname/s: Huxley, Hux
Species: "Demon"
Gender: Agender; currently presents as male
Age: ???
Sexuality: Bisexual
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Personality:
Hux cannot be described in words that humans can understand. He's the prickling feeling of cold sweat on the back of your neck when you know something's following you in the woods at night. The twitch of the arteries in your neck when you supernaturally sense that your life is soon going to come to a close. Conversely, he's like the rush of endorphins you get after winning a jackpot at the slot machine. The bright, shining lights, varying in every possible neon color. The dinging of bells signaling that you're the one and only winner. The cheers of people around you, filling your head and triggering the elated smile on your face. The high of life. He makes you feel like someone who is beyond lucky to be alive in the space that you occupy. He feels like bone-chilling danger - the type that makes your hands tremble and your stomach drop like lead.
Most of all, he brings about a feeling of purely primal fear.

Hux acts superior to most individuals, and knows from experience that he has the right to. He gets what he wants, no matter who dies or loses in the process. He's cold and heartless, yet tenderly sweet. He's a collection of contradictions, packaged in the most sinister of gifts. Hux is confident. Unflinching. He takes risks without hesitation, knowing that he can take the consequences.
Backstory:
Hux is categorized as a demon by humans and other creatures who believe that Heaven and Hell exist. He fits the characteristics, yet isn't sure that the categorization is accurate to describe him. Hux was not born the way that most Earthly creatures are. Rather, he was created from seemingly nothing, just like the hundreds of brothers and sisters that were made at the same time as he was. Being lost, confused, and scared, Hux was drawn to the voice of his creator and given one order.
"My children... whichever one of you is the strongest is the only one who deserves to live. Now... kill!"
Just like that, Hux's small world became a battle for survival. As he clumsily learned to use his new form and conscience, he learned what it meant to take a life. And another. And another.
Eventually, he was the last one left. The survivor. The winner. He had killed his siblings, and became the only one who deserved life. From the beginning of his existence, Hux learned an important lesson. The strongest are the only ones who call the shots.
After observing human behavior, Hux proved this rule to be true. The powerful, the corrupt - they all were in power. Eventually, Hux created an illusory form in the image of these humans. It was enough to trick them and live among them. Hux led armies into war. He directed complex gangs. He began insurrections against governments. Hux played parts in the tides of history, all below the surface.
Nowadays, he prefers to take things a little easier. No more leading armies into the battlefield. Hux grew bored of such barbaric acts as they repeated themselves over time. Now, he leads criminal organizations from the shadows, viewing their acts as pieces on a chessboard. There is no consequence for him, as he knows he will live to see the rise and fall of the Earth. Time is nonexistent in Hux's eyes. He simply needs ways to pass through each day until the End.
Appearance:
Hux's truest, most natural form is... a lack of a form at all. From the eyes of any living being, Hux looks to be a shadow. He appears as a collection of constantly moving scribbles, formed messily into the shape of a man. Overall, his form holds no coherence. It's broken. Incomplete. If someone were to focus on one part of him, then they can catch small glimpses of what his body should appear as if it were clear. His red, piercing eyes. Black, goat-like horns, curled around his head. A sculpted yet scarred body, like a Greek statue that has become broken and cracked over the ages.

With enough energy, Hux can change his appearance to fit in with humans. He tends to appear as male - he has only appeared as a female twice in his life. As of now, Hux appears as tall and muscular, with dark skin and even darker corneas. His hair is curly and short, and is gorgeous in its own way. After the creation of the city, Hux decided that it would be beneficial for him to remove parts of his human disguise for intimidation purposes. Humans tend to avoid conflict with someone they perceive as being stronger than themselves, and so Hux gives off that image now more than he ever has. He keeps his dark horns entirely visible, which are beautifully kept without a single scratch upon them. His eyes are pitch-black, with pupils the bright and eerie color of the blood moon. His fingers and nails are pointed like sharp claws, and have torn through the throats of traitors countless times. His smile is devious, with sharp, gleaming, white teeth lining the inside of his mouth. Hux dresses cleanly, wearing suits or button up shirts and slacks. He looks professional at all times. Handsome, yet dangerous.

(Below is a drawing I made of Hux, and a realistic FC)

Spoiler: my drawing of hux

Spoiler: realistic fc

Abilities:
-Hux devours souls. They can be of any species, and each type of soul comes with a different taste and energy. The way that Hux was made, he can only take souls in exchange for doing the soul's owner some sort of agreed-upon favor. He must make a contract with someone, wherein they agree that Hux will be able to eat their soul after its completion.
-Hux is strong. Quite strong. Bullets aren't very effective, and neither are most normal weapons. The only strategy known so far is to keep Hux contained somewhere he can't physically escape. He is weaker in colder climates, as he absorbs heat from his surroundings, which makes the air around him feel cold to anyone nearby. If left in arctic temperatures for too long, Hux can die - as he cannot regulate his body temperature properly in cold climates.
-Hux has the ability to disintegrate things and people that he touches with his bare hands. This is useful both for killing people and escaping places. It's a tad slow for his liking, but very effective.​