Tori Bradley
Luna
Name: Natiri Calavera
Her Looks:
Her Jaguar:
Age: 325 (Looks 21)
Species: Werejaguar
Bio: Natiri is from the last known pure bloodline of her kind. Descendant from the very first werejaguars, Natiri was born and raised in her jaguar form. Her pride dwells within the Amazon Rainforest and spends their entire lives as jaguars. You are born a jaguar, and you live as a jaguar until you die. That is their way. When Natiri turned eighteen, she ventured away from home, yet she still has not yet learned how to shift between forms. She is in search of a were who can teach her.
Extra: Natiri cannot verbally communicate, so she uses telepathy and symbols to communicate.
Name: Saige Asterisk
Her Looks:
Age: 3,600 (Looks 18)
Species: Siren
Bio: Saige was born over 3,500 years ago in a world where homo-sapiens were the minority. She was born human, but the fates had other plans for her. When she was very young, a mark appeared on her skin. It was a shimmering tattoo, one that moved across her skin as if it were alive and had a soul and spirit of its own. It depicted a creature with a fish-like tail as blue as the ocean. As she grew she had a fascination with water and was always swimming. When she sang, every entity around her was drawn to her like moths to flame. She was shielded from the world's dark side so as to be kept pure. When she was of mature age, she evolved into the creature that had been on her skin for so long. When she touched water, she became a siren. When she was dry, she appeared human, but had control over water. And in both forms, she has the ability to hypnotize every entity around her just by the sound of her voice.
Name: Angelique Adeline
Her Looks:
Age: Unknown
Species: She's the daughter of the Archangel of Justice, Strength, and Protection. The Daughter of Michael.
Bio: Unknown
Name: Rize Yukamora
Her Looks:
Age: 154 (Looks 16)
Species: Kitsune
Bio: Unknown
[SIZE= 18px]Name: Zachariah Lafrenieré[/SIZE]
His Looks:
Age: 875 (Looks 25)
Species: Vampire
Bio: [SIZE= 18px]Zachariah Lafrenieré was born into an elite French family in the early 12th century. He grew up shrouded in riches, and his relatives pushed him to continue the family's noble legacy and inherit his father's job as councilman to the empire's leader. But Zachariah interest lay not with politics and leaderships, but rather with education and intellect. He valued knowledge and intelligence above all else, and this cost him his family. At fourteen, when he refused to marry and inherit his father's position, he was disowned and left in the streets. For years, Zachariah traveled the Afro-Eurasian empires with nothing but a quill pen and a tattered notebook, recording the things he encountered and learned along the journey. At twenty-five, he settled in Romania and found work as an artisan for the emperor. But his life was forever changed on the night of July 17, 1242. He remembers that night as clearly as he remembers his own name.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]He was returning from the palace to his home in the slummier parts of the city. It was late at night and long past dark, but the air was still warm and humid. Other than a few soldiers patrolling on the emperor's orders, there was no one to be found. The city was silent as it slept around him. Zachariah allowed himself to relax and find comfort the the gentle caress of the wind as it blew against his pale skin. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was no longer alone on the moonlit street. Before Zachariah was a man. He was tall, and the moon cast a menacing shadow over Zachariah's smaller frame. The grin on his face revealed incisors Zachariah had only heard of on an animal. Fangs used for the tearing of flesh. Zachariah felt his blood run cold, his veins scraping together as the fear ran through his veins like shards of ice. The man took a deep breath in, and when he opened his eyes to stare at the terrified artisan before him, his eyes were a filthy blood-red and filled with utter darkness. Zachariah knew this man was void of the soul that made an entity truly human. He knew his death was near, and it was for this reason that he did not fear it when it embraced him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]Zachariah did not remember much beyond those few moments. His memory is blank until the year 1250, and he has spent his entire exist desperately trying to remember what he did during those eight missing years. He struggles with his bloodlust, and fights every day to retain his humanity.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]Extra: He has the infinity symbol tattooed on the back of his neck as a symbol of his continued struggle with himself over the course of his immortality.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]Name: Dastien Cazador[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]His Looks:[/SIZE]
Age: 976
Species: Hellhound - Protectors of the Supernatural
Bio: Unknown
Her Looks:
Her Jaguar:
Age: 325 (Looks 21)
Species: Werejaguar
Bio: Natiri is from the last known pure bloodline of her kind. Descendant from the very first werejaguars, Natiri was born and raised in her jaguar form. Her pride dwells within the Amazon Rainforest and spends their entire lives as jaguars. You are born a jaguar, and you live as a jaguar until you die. That is their way. When Natiri turned eighteen, she ventured away from home, yet she still has not yet learned how to shift between forms. She is in search of a were who can teach her.
Extra: Natiri cannot verbally communicate, so she uses telepathy and symbols to communicate.
Name: Saige Asterisk
Her Looks:
Age: 3,600 (Looks 18)
Species: Siren
Bio: Saige was born over 3,500 years ago in a world where homo-sapiens were the minority. She was born human, but the fates had other plans for her. When she was very young, a mark appeared on her skin. It was a shimmering tattoo, one that moved across her skin as if it were alive and had a soul and spirit of its own. It depicted a creature with a fish-like tail as blue as the ocean. As she grew she had a fascination with water and was always swimming. When she sang, every entity around her was drawn to her like moths to flame. She was shielded from the world's dark side so as to be kept pure. When she was of mature age, she evolved into the creature that had been on her skin for so long. When she touched water, she became a siren. When she was dry, she appeared human, but had control over water. And in both forms, she has the ability to hypnotize every entity around her just by the sound of her voice.
Name: Angelique Adeline
Her Looks:
Age: Unknown
Species: She's the daughter of the Archangel of Justice, Strength, and Protection. The Daughter of Michael.
Bio: Unknown
Name: Rize Yukamora
Her Looks:
Age: 154 (Looks 16)
Species: Kitsune
Bio: Unknown
[SIZE= 18px]Name: Zachariah Lafrenieré[/SIZE]
His Looks:
Age: 875 (Looks 25)
Species: Vampire
Bio: [SIZE= 18px]Zachariah Lafrenieré was born into an elite French family in the early 12th century. He grew up shrouded in riches, and his relatives pushed him to continue the family's noble legacy and inherit his father's job as councilman to the empire's leader. But Zachariah interest lay not with politics and leaderships, but rather with education and intellect. He valued knowledge and intelligence above all else, and this cost him his family. At fourteen, when he refused to marry and inherit his father's position, he was disowned and left in the streets. For years, Zachariah traveled the Afro-Eurasian empires with nothing but a quill pen and a tattered notebook, recording the things he encountered and learned along the journey. At twenty-five, he settled in Romania and found work as an artisan for the emperor. But his life was forever changed on the night of July 17, 1242. He remembers that night as clearly as he remembers his own name.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]He was returning from the palace to his home in the slummier parts of the city. It was late at night and long past dark, but the air was still warm and humid. Other than a few soldiers patrolling on the emperor's orders, there was no one to be found. The city was silent as it slept around him. Zachariah allowed himself to relax and find comfort the the gentle caress of the wind as it blew against his pale skin. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was no longer alone on the moonlit street. Before Zachariah was a man. He was tall, and the moon cast a menacing shadow over Zachariah's smaller frame. The grin on his face revealed incisors Zachariah had only heard of on an animal. Fangs used for the tearing of flesh. Zachariah felt his blood run cold, his veins scraping together as the fear ran through his veins like shards of ice. The man took a deep breath in, and when he opened his eyes to stare at the terrified artisan before him, his eyes were a filthy blood-red and filled with utter darkness. Zachariah knew this man was void of the soul that made an entity truly human. He knew his death was near, and it was for this reason that he did not fear it when it embraced him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]Zachariah did not remember much beyond those few moments. His memory is blank until the year 1250, and he has spent his entire exist desperately trying to remember what he did during those eight missing years. He struggles with his bloodlust, and fights every day to retain his humanity.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]Extra: He has the infinity symbol tattooed on the back of his neck as a symbol of his continued struggle with himself over the course of his immortality.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]Name: Dastien Cazador[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]His Looks:[/SIZE]
Age: 976
Species: Hellhound - Protectors of the Supernatural
Bio: Unknown
