My characters

[Vance_Meridian]

Both of my characters are anthropomorphic animals and wouldn't really do well in a reality setting, though they can be adjusted to fit into most fantasy roles.



Uruvion Firelight.

Age: unknown, though more than one human lifetime.

Species: Wolf

Sexuality: Bisexual

Eyes: Green with a slight glow

Hair/skin: White fur covering his body.

Personality: Apprehensive of humans, other than those who would aid him in his fight to protect his home and those who he cares for. He is a lover and defender of nature.

Abilities: Nature manipulation. He specializes in nature magic, conjuring fire from his hands. He can move the earth to cross fields of lava (You can't play 'the floor is lava' with him, he cheats) and rapidly grow thorned vines with poisoned tips or have flowers release pheromones which confuse, poison, or in some cases arouse those around him. He can quickly conjure vines to restrict and constrict those he can see.

He is most well-known for protecting the forest where he resides and has defended it for years from people (Mostly humans) that wish to tear it down or strip it for its resources.

His most recent claim to fame was when a company of soldiers from a nearby kingdom had him surrounded with crossbows. Their leader was facing Uruvion and mocking him, thinking that he had strength in numbers. When ordered to fire, the first soldier shot the commander in the leg. When the commander turned around he realized that all of his men had been entangled by vines from the ground and were under control of the "beast" who was standing in front of him. They all survived, though they were stripped of their armor and sent back to the kingdom starving and naked with their armor strung up in the trees as a warning to those who would do the forest harm.

The human's one saving grace was not only those who aided him in protecting the forest, but music. He had a weakness for the music that human's produced, finding it soothing and he greatly enjoying it. He even made trips into a local town when live music was being performed, though he had to be careful whenever he left the safety of nature as his powers were dulled inside of buildings not made from natural materials and left him nearly powerless.

Ideal pairings for both characters would be either MxF or (Rarely for Uruvion) MxM. Settings would be fantasy, high fantasy or medieval fantasy. Anything that allows anthropomorphic characters.

 

[Vance_Meridian]

Name: Vance
Gender: Male

Species: Cat/Rabbit hybrid.

Special traits: Due to his cat parentage, he had padded feet, and shorter than average ears for a rabbit. He also, to his customers amusement, can purr like a kitten.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 25
Eyes: pink
Hair/Skin: Short white hair, Grey fur with darker grey markings, white fur on his fingers and toes.
Marital: Single
Personality: Easygoing and funloving, a bit naive with some things.
Likes: Tips, new experiences especially if they're in the bedroom.
Dislikes: Rude customers, bad tippers
Story: Born on the streets, he was taken in at a young age by a tavern owner. He grew up around alcohol and prostitutes, though he was always kept safe from harm. As he grew up he took an interest in the goings on around the tavern and started serving drinks when he turned 18. After a while, and getting to know a few of the other girls and guys that worked at the tavern he started to lean into prostitution and found that he greatly enjoyed it. Most of the time his customers, whether male or female, were kind and gentle and tipped well, but there were a few times that they were rougher than the bunny was prepared for and he needed to get used to that if he wanted to keep a roof over his head.

 

[Vance_Meridian]

Varda

Age: Over 200 (Age 35 when turned), relatively young for a vampire.

Not much is known about Varda’s life before he was turned into a vampire against his will by someone he will never know. Thinking it a funny joke to damn random people to eternal life with no explanation on how the vampire hierarchy works or the tricks of the trade. Thankfully in his previous life was a skilled and cunning assassin so he wasn’t completely unprepared for what awaited him in his new life. Battle, espionage, and quick thinking were crucial to survival. The only thing that he remembers of his mortal life was a silver cross that he wore around his neck, more for symbolism than any religious nonsense that people came up with, though the cross instantly melted into a puddle the moment that he was bitten and turned.

He was known in the vampire hierarchy as a ‘half-blood’ or ‘turned’, meaning that he was born a human who was turned into a vampire during his life rather than being born a vampire. The ‘pecking order’ in vampire society was the Elders, Pure blood, then half bloods at the bottom. Having bite marks from being turned was a mark of shame for many, clearly showing their place in the hierarchy for all to see.

He had retractable fangs on both the top and bottom canines, though they were shorter than a purebloods they were still effective when he needed to draw blood, or rip the throat out of an enemy. Unlike purebloods he could go a long time without having to drink living blood, but it he went too long he would be severely weakened and unable to defend himself if the need arose.

Varda was able to turn a human into a vampire, though he never has and probably won’t any time soon. Even though he was 200 years old, he was still learning about vampire society and what it all meant. He didn’t want to turn someone and have them stumbling about as lost as he was.

Like most turned he can eat regular food as a human can, though the taste is enhanced by his heightened senses, and he still enjoys the act of eating. He can be exposed to sunlight for a limited amount of time before it starts to become increasingly painful, and he also kept his fondness for flowers and tends to a garden around his castle regularly.

He inherited his castle many years ago. ‘Inherited’ in this case means that he defeated and killed the previous owner in ritual combat in a rather brutal way and laid claim to his castle. Varda had his opponent impaled and heavily chained in front of the castle after the battle until the sun rose the next morning and disintegrated the rest of the body.