Fantasy Pax Character Sheet

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[seasonedcat]

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name: Spot
aliases: mutt, beast, dog
gender: male
species: (supernatural)werewolf
age: 17
appearance: Spot stands at about 5'3 with a small build that still manages to hold muscles. His eyes are a dull red and his hair a pale white. His skin is fairly pallid and coated in a variety of scars. His head and back can sometimes be found sprouting a pair of white ears or a fluffy tail.
personality: Spot is definitely one you can define as missing a few screws. He often laughs and takes pleasure in hurting others. Constantly in a state of giddy excitement in battle and in a state of boredom if not doing anything exciting. His anger is understandably lethal, usually resulting in broken bones if he is unable to kill the person responsible. He never understands the mood in the room and will be laughing even after someone gets murdered. Even still he has his more broken side that most never will get to see.
likes:

• eating
• killing things
• meat
• teddies

dislikes:

• the government
• adults
• vegetables
• collars

fears:

• collars
• adults
• being restrained/claustrophobic

strengths:

• fast
• doesn't hesitate
• desensitized
• high pain tolerance
• obedient to the government's orders

weaknesses:

• always hungry
• insane
• childish
• brash
• bloodthirsty

motivation: orders seasoned with a bit of insanity
weapon: a gun that kills as much as possible. A semi-automatic machine gun with a shotgun extension that can be used. He also often uses his sharp nails and razor teeth to fight, or he can go into his wolf form.

equipment: his weapon, phone, an alcohol flask, a nail file, and grenades.
powers:

• shifting- can turn into his werewolf form on command or if his body is put through enough stress to result in it. He is working on mastering part transformation, though it also can happen if he loses control of his powers
• heightened senses- hearing, smell, etc. (especially strong for hearing and smell)[increases more if he partly turns]
• prowler- can see better in the dark and can see very well in the dark if he is in his other form.
• light-footed- due to his origin he is very fast-footed as well as has higher strength than a human his size would normally have[due to his small size he is strong but now impressively so]
• metabolism- has faster healing, but will starve quicker than normal people

species info:

• hunger- due to his nature he has an unquenchable hunger, most quieted by meat but he always wants to eat. If left untreated, this will drive him to an uncontrollable state.
• hunter- during the night time he is stronger but gets hungry faster as well as has a lower tolerance for moonlight madness.
• moonlight madness- during the night when there is a moon, worse on full moons, he has the chance to lose control of himself and go into his wolf form and desperately search for meat. (only activates if he is in direct moonlight)

bio: Spot has been a government dog for a while, being sent to deal with fellow supernatural to help the low amount of staff. His past is a big mystery to most, though he is known to always respond to the orders of the commanders, no one else. Even still he often pushes the limits, but never fails to do a job. Even with his unhinged personality he still manages to be leashed in by those who own him.
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[seasonedcat]

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name: [REDACTED]
aliases: Rook
gender: female
species: human
age: 27
appearance: Rook has long pale brown hair that falls around mid-back, though she always keeps it up in a braid. Her eyes are a piercing brown that looks like gold. She stands at about 5'11 and has a very muscular frame. She always wears the same outfit, though it usually is a few days old and stained with mysterious substances. She always wears her gloves as well as a flask in hand filled with various alcohols.
personality: Rook is a depressed drunk. She always is on some form of alcohol and is cranky if she is running low on the substance. Even still, her mind is sharp enough to keep her position on the top. Even still, anyone who has heard or worked with her knows that she is far below what she used to be. She has turned into a sarcastic person who adds blunt responses and doesn't care much about anything but sleep and alcohol. As well as having a violent temper if you manage to stir her.
likes:

• alcohol
• heights
• mysteries
• punching things

dislikes:

• feathers
• existence
• herself
• everyone

fears:

• being alone
• her own thoughts
• herself

strengths:

• strength
• guns
• investigation
• lying and acting
• reading people

weaknesses:

• depressed
• always drunk
• violent tendencies
• hopeless
• dyslexic

motivation: I don't know, I just work here
weapon: double pistols and switchblade
equipment: weapons, small toolset, phone, hair ties, and bandages
powers/species information: N/A
bio: Rook made a name for herself early in her years in police years. Solving cases experienced detectives struggled with with relative ease. She excelled in everything she did and was moved up in rank extremely quickly. Eventually, however, once she reached the top something changed in her. The excited detective's eyes faded dull and she was almost always found in a state of drunk. Of course, she could still perform her job with ease, but nothing compared to herself when she is and was sober. Though there is little to do with the girl as she is nothing like she was before.
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[Juju]

Name: Ai Yomawari
Aliases: Devil in Prada ("Prada")
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 23

Appearance notes: she always has her bangs draped over the left side of her face. However, she seems to suffers no loss of vision. Her sense of 'battle fashion' is top notch and she spares no expense making sure her armour and outfit are both designer and battle-ready. While ordinary looking, her coat is crafted from Soulspinner silk, a rare and durable material that can shrug off bullets and magic like a dragon's scales. Its unusual to have this much of the fabric, as the spiders require the consumption of years of one's life to craft. Just a square inch can cost years.

Spoiler

Beneath her hair, her eye has been transformed into an Evil Eye. It does not move, and seems to be a stone or glassy ball implanted in her eye socket.
(Looks basically like this )

It passively allows her to see spirits and demons, even if they hide inside of people or objects. It also allows her to sense if someone is watching her.
When active she also gains the additional effects:
>Increased accuracy
>Easier to read movements
>Increased reaction time
>Track demons/spirits within 12hrs. (Works best on things that have been highly charged with that energy, such as a faded blood trail or a spot a hungry demon lay in wait or ate its meal.)
>Mark one person that she can see. Ai will be able to see this marked person through walls and other structures within 173.9m. When they leave this range the mark is broken and they disappear.
*Note: having the eye activated for long periods of time temporarily reduces sight, leads to migraines, nosebleeds, fainting, short term memory loss, and in severe cases, brain damage.

Personality: Snobbish and arrogant, Ai holds herself with a dignified air that screams 'I am both better and richer than you'. She can be very condescending and critical of things, unafraid to point out how wrong others are. She has difficulty respecting those who cannot fight, and even if you can, if you're not up to snuff you're hardly worth her time. She cannot waste efforts and risk her own safety having to constantly watch over someone in battle. Still, even if she will openly chastise and claim she doesn't care about whether they live or die, she is unlikely to leave someone in battle, even the helpless. While she boils it down to 'just business', she subconsciously keeps tabs on her teammates.

While she generally seems to think of herself as above others, there is nothing she considers more lowly than demons. To her they are nothing but beasts, even daemons. She has a hard time trusting even the most 'civil' of the daemons and is always on edge, looking for any opportunity or excuse to run her sword through them.

Likes: reading, tea, classical music, spicy ramen (only), kpop, rainy weather
Dislikes: chocolate, modern music, foxes, sunny days,
Fears: being out of control, weakness, foxes
Strengths: good at telling lies, wealthy, dedicated, discipline, athletic, unarmed combat
Weakness: is not good at using guns, poor ranged capabilities, no magic or inhuman defense
Motivation: Pay what is owed. Destroy demons.

Weapon:

Yomawari's Blade: the signature weapon of the Yomawari, identified by their iridescent-blue sheen. These blades are hand crafted by the clan matron herself and only one is given to a Yomawari in their life. When a Yomawari dies or retires, their blade is given back to the matron and never seen again. Not much is known about how they are crafted, as it is a guarded secret, but it is one of the few weapons capable of permanently killing a spirit or demon. Whenever a demon is killed by this blade, part of their essence is stored within it. Ideally, a demon's head is harvested and brought back to the HQ, or a spirit is trapped in a bead.​

Silvered Blade: a blade used for anything that is not a demon, daemon or spirit. The edge is gilded with silver, allowing it to harm most non-human threats with enhanced regeneration.​

Equipment: soul-spinner silk coat, phone, payment cards, protective talisman, a bag of brightly colored glass beads.

Bio: Ai is a member of the Yomawari Clan, an elusive and prestigious guild of demon slayers and spirit hunters centered in the OrienTown district of the city. They are an ancient foundation, easily out-dating other hunter corps in the city. Their seniority is something the guild is unafraid to boast of, as they are highly territorial of their cases within the OrienTown district, unwilling to let any other hunters prowl their streets. Brute force and intimidation are rumored methods of enforcing this.

Beyond this, they are highly picky of cases outside of OrienTown. They do not bother with anything other than demonic or spirit entities, and have been known to refuse certain lowly cases. Furthermore, they are also known to 'steal' contracts that interest them from other hunter groups, hunting down and slaying the entities before the other groups can have time to arrive on the scene. Often, the only thing left is a headless demon.

Yomawari are secretive of their clan and do not cooperate with hunters from other organizations. There are some exceptions to this, however, as Ai has been personally sent by the Yomawari Matron to assist Pax in their current investigation.

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[Siren77]

Name: Tæven Saavedra

Aliases: “I don’t play the nickname game, sorry.”

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: 35

Appearance:
“It’s an older photo, hadn’t quite gotten into the Senior NCO club yet.”

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Personality: A more laid back man, Tæven’s hardly one to get riled up in most situations. He’s had his fair share of life experience, and in his opinion there’s not much that life could throw his way that would rattle his bearings. Don’t mistake his relaxed demeanor for weakness or a lack of motivation. Tæven seeks nothing more than to get the job done as quickly and effectively as possible. It almost makes him a perfectionist about his work, but he’s not one to be super anal about the finer details. He won’t mince words either, while he’s calm, he’ll still gladly air his grievances with someone and out their flaws in full view before them. Don’t like it? He won’t care.

Respect is earned, not freely given. While he’ll treat everyone with a certain level of decency unless given a reason not to, he holds no admiration save for to old friends and current teammates. It’s easy enough to get along with him, and he can be nice enough when in more personal situations.

Likes: Reading, Writing, Heavy Music, Food (preferably with some spice to it), Smoking, Exercise, and Shooting.

Dislikes: Too many questions, Not enough answers, Loud and/or Obnoxious individuals, Rats (both the animal and human varieties), Math, Alcohol, Being lied to, and Cheats.

Fears: “I don’t have any. Once you aren’t scared of getting your head popped off, everything else kinda follows suit. Next Question.”
Failure

Strengths: A well rounded fighter with most weapons, Lying, Unearthing lies, Interrogation, High Endurance and Strength for a human, Integrity, Courage.

Weaknesses: Lower back pain that flares up from time to time, Hearing out of his left ear is fucked, Sleep is difficult most nights, and Dairy

Motivation: “Im just here to get paid. All that jabber of serving with honor died along with my hopes and dreams.”

Weapon:
M4A1 Carbine-
A 5.56×45mm NATO, air-cooled, gas-operated, direct impingement, magazine-fed, select fire carbine. It has a 14.5 in (370 mm) barrel and a telescoping stock. It is essentially a lighter and shorter variant of the M16A2. Can switch between semi-auto and fully automatic.
Tæven’s is fitted out with an ACOG Optic, with night vision and heat detecting filters. An M320 grande launcher is mounted on the lower hand guard (he affectionately refers to it as his ‘Noob Tube’).

Desert Eagle-
A semi-automatic pistol known for chambering the .50 Action Express, the largest centerfire cartridge of any magazine-fed, self-loading pistol. It’s a trust sidearm that Tæven uses in closer encounters, and is fitted with no attachments.

Bowie Knife-
A black, 12” knife that is sheathed at Tæven’s left hip. This could technically fall under the Equipment bit, but given he can still stab someone with it it’ll go here.

Equipment:
A tan vest with lightweight Kevlar plating. He doesn’t carry much save for extra magazines, grenades, as well as a tiny stuffed duck that stays in his left breast pocket.

Powers/species information: “You ever seen a human before? Been around them? Lived with them? Yeah I’m no different. Next Question.”

Bio: A former Sergeant First Class in the Humanoid Army, Tæven dedicated the majority of his life as an Infantryman in the many wars against the Supernatural Armies. Enlisting at the age of 18, he’d head to One Station Unit Training (OSUT) at Fort Benning just a few months after graduating High School. Over the course of 15 years he’d achieve the rank of E-7, as mentioned above, before retiring early for personal reasons. He’d live in obscurity for a time before being picked up to join the team.

His personal life is quite ambiguous, with little to no details about his endeavors outside or inside of the military coming to light. And he intends to keep it that way for now. During the two years of peace that was achieved, all that mattered was he kept himself afloat despite his profession being terminated for the time being. Though his prior work experience is what got him this gig in the first place.

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[kasigi]

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Name: Felix Kersey
Aliases: Whatever ya' like.
Gender: Male
Species: Supernatural Humanoid
Age: 25.

Personality: Despite his well maintained and, frankly, formal appearance, Felix could be described as hotheaded and emotional - usually appearing to be rather vulgar and improper when it comes to most situations. He has trouble respecting authority and following orders, preferring to do things himself or take charge. Despite that, he does not necessarily see others as beneath him, acting rather humble towards others. After all, everyone's just doing their best to make their way through life. It's almost strange - he'll actively encourage his opponents to do better and fight at their peak. Overall, he means well and has a pretty rigid moral compass and code of honor that he follows, even if it doesn't seem like it.

Due to his general upbringing and nature, he has a very strong "survive" mentality. He has an incredible sense of self-preservation, though this could be a product of his childhood. In his youth, he practically had nobody close to him. Since he had never built relations nor cared about anyone other than himself, he can't imagine prioritizing anyone's life over his. That's not to say that this shell can't be broken.

When he moved to Digensis, he entirely cut out alcohol and cigarettes from his life, turning over a new leaf. As it stands, the smoke from cigarettes irritates his senses and he actively avoids those in drunken stupors.

Likes: Urban city-scapes, eating good food, vanilla, honing his abilities, the cold, animals.
Dislikes: Cigarettes and booze, the quiet, sitting still.
Fears: Spiders.

Strengths: Close-to-mid ranged combat - especially skilled with the blade and his threads. Overall, he has finely attuned situational awareness and quick thinking. A good mixed bag of street and book smarts.
Weaknesses: Ranged weaponry, too trusting, can only manipulate the threads he's created.
Motivation: Muddle through and survive in life.
Weapon: His threads.
Equipment: He doesn't possess any weapons.
Powers/species information: Felix possesses the capability to generate threads, manipulating them through what appears to be a pseudo-psychic connection when they're in contact with any point of his body. These threads have incredible durability and can cut like blades. In fact, he usually manifests a sword made of these threads while in combat. If a thread is no longer touching his body, he won't have control over it anymore. Other than this, he resembles a human.


Bio: Growing up in the slums, survival manifests itself at the core of Felix's heart. Entirely alone and on his own from a young age, he doesn't remember much of anything from his early childhood. Ever since he was able to crawl his way into Digensis, he's been actively attempting to stay alive and prove his worth to others. In order to survive, he's honed his abilities while out on the streets - doing some things that may be considered "illegal," depending on who you ask. Luckily, this is all in the past - Felix has actively pushed these memories to the back of his mind in order to keep it clear.

Being far from home, Felix is able to start anew. With a stroke of luck, he was chosen for the government task-force and has promised himself that he'll do anything to survive. Even if you're surviving, it doesn't hurt to have a little fun along the way.

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