Fantasy Querencia [CS]

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Character Sheets
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Name:
Age: [18-30 (human appearance age)]
Gender:
Sexuality:
Supernatural Creature:

Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Height/Weight:
Body Type:
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.

Likes: [3+]
Dislikes: [3+]
Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

WRITING SAMPLE: **Please put in a spoiler tab underneath CS**​

 

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Sirena Moonstone
t h e m e r m a i d

basic

Name: Sirena Moonstone
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Supernatural Creature: Mermaid

appearance

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Height/Weight: 5'2 / 120lbs [human h&w]
Body Type: Slim, athletic
Tattoos/Piercings: Ears pierced, and as a human, she has this tattoo

persona

Likes: swimming; running; laughing;
Dislikes: fish (eating); winter; people being sad
Personality:
Sirena, despite living the last three years of her life in captivity (although the government agents and scientists don't look at it that way), is a very friendly and outgoing person. Three years of being at the facility didn't take away the person she was before. She's only a mermaid when exposed to water, and her own biodome area had both land and water, though it was definitely smaller than the ocean. She yearned for freedom, but wanted to believe that day would come. She's optimistic and even tempered, commonly a peacekeeper between the other escapees. She is impulsive and impatient, though, with a control streak she inherited from her mother.

background

Bio:
Sirena wasn't born a mermaid. She spent the first ten years of her life as a normal girl. She and her parents, as she is an only child, lived on the coasts of
Florida. Sirena did alot of exploring, as both of her parents were very busy people. It was lonely, sometimes, not having any siblings so Sirena learned to make friends with the other kids around. None were as adventurous as her, so when she found a cave underwater or deserted part of the beach, she was usually alone. She'd become an excellent swimmer over the years, able to hold her breath for quite a while. When she found the special moon pool, she had no idea it was about to change her life. She turned into a mermaid for the first time that night, and managed to keep the secret for a few years before she made a mistake and was seen. At 15 years old, her parents found out and, naturally, flipped. Thinking something was wrong with their daughter, they made a few calls and next thing she knew, she was being carted off to a secret facility run by the government. She spent the next 3 years locked up there, until the escape.

coding by cychotic

 

[spookie]

L U C I A N L A C R I M O S A​

vampires​

N A M E
lucian lacrimosa

A G E
appears to be around twenty one

G E N D E R
male

S E X U A L I T Y
"don't even try it"

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
tba

E Y E C O L O R
a rich crimson

H A I R C O L O R
pure black

W E I G H T
120 lbs.

H E I G H T
five foot nine

P I E R C I N G S & T A T T O O S
a few dark, lyrical tattoos, and a graphic bloody stake tattooed over where his heart would be
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will never​

L I K E S
the dark, solitude, silence, cats, music, the taste of cinnamon

D I S L I K E S
optimists, the sun, bright lights, romance, modern 'aesthetic' fashions

Q U I R K S & H A B I T S
bites lip when deep in thought, can move in complete silence, prefers the taste of cinnamon to straight up blood​

hurt you​

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Cold, sarcastic and calculating, Lucian shouldn't be immediately endearing to anyone. His irresistible charisma and smooth, almost criminal charm prove otherwise, however. Like moths to a flame, one can't help to be drawn towards him and it isn't difficult for Lucian to turn enemies to allies. That being said, he isn't always so agreeable. Made bitter by years or torment and mistreatment, he's now frigid and detached from the world and its inhabitants... cats being excluded from this.

B I O G R A P H Y
WIP​

code by spookie ​

Spoiler: writing sample

Once upon a time, in the lands of long ago, a most beautiful young princess was born. Her parents celebrated, then immediately sacrificed her to the volcanic gods. Why? Because ancient civilizations were seriously messed up.

 

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Name:

Slade Lowell​

Age:

30​

Gender:

Male​

Sexuality:

Heterosexual​

Supernatural Creature:

Werewolf​

Eye Color:

Blue​

Hair Color:

Light Brown​

Height/Weight:

6'0" -- 170lbs​

Body Type:

Athletic​

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.

N/A​

Likes: [3+]

Running, music, control, outdoors.​

Dislikes: [3+]

Not being in control, strong smells, chocolate.​

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Slade is a quiet guy. He likes to be aware of his surroundings and was pissed when he was ambushed. Because of his wolf genes, Slade is rather possessive. He wants his scent on everything he considers his. It's considered an insult and threat if someone tries to cover his scent.

Slade is not a people person. The only people he looks out for other than himself are very close family. He fights dirty and won't think twice about kicking you while you're down or have your back turned. It's the only way for survival.

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While Slade is a werewolf, he was born into it. His pack lived on a secluded farm enough away from humans so they could change into wolves without worrying about biting someone or getting caught, but were close enough to a city so they could get supplies.

At a young age, Slade learned how to fight. He and his brothers would go into the woods and fight. It was rough and bloody. Luckily they healed quickly enough. When he was sixteen, he and his brothers were in the woods racing each other. He'd taken out Raph and was working on Vale when gunfire sounded throughout the woods. It was a loud noise that halted each of the brothers in their steps. Slade sniffed the air and found not only gunpowder but also blood. Riker wasn't with them. Growling, Slade took off in the direction of the gunshot, his brothers close on his flank. They found nothing. The woods deserted. No smell other than the gunpowder and slight traces of Riker.

Life on the farm changed after that. The older wolves were not taking any chances on losing their offspring to hunters. Guards walked the property lines, pups weren't allowed to go into the woods anymore. Even as things got stricter, Slade and the other boys vowed to bring down the hunters who took their brother. They would sneak into the woods and do their own rounds. One day they found something. Three tents with a crackling fire in the center. Four humans were sitting around the fire, with guns either on their hip or off to the side. Rabbit carcasses were stacked near the fire. They knew they had their people. How? These humans didn't give off a smell. Just like Riker's attackers. The fire, the dead rabbits, and the woods all had a distinct smell but these humans and their belongs were voided, as if they weren't there.

They attacked. They lost. Slade was shot multiple times as he tried to escape. He made it back to the farm. The guard, already having smelt his blood, had summoned the alpha. Head down, tail tucked between his legs he had to shift and stand in front of his parents and the alpha and tell them he was the only survivor. At sixteen, Slade was thrown out of his pack. He was a lone wolf.

As the years past, Slade made his territory in the woods. His attitude was sour and the only interaction he had was during the seldom trips to town. He was out running, in human form, and stuck inside his head reliving the past when something struck him in the side. He'd been so deep inside his head that he hadn't realised anyone was near. He crumpled to the ground, fatigue draining him, as a figure came to stand over him. As his eyes closed, he wasn't sure if it was his mind or the solution running through his veins playing tricks on him, but this person had no smell.

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[Starsy]

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Basic

Name: Alexander Blackwell
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual -leans more towards men
Supernatural Creature: Shapeshifter (preffered form: raven)

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 6’0, 132 lbs
Body Type: Slender

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.:
Lip piercing, ear piercing, nose piercing, feather tattoo on his neck, a written tattoo on his chest and an ouroboros tattoo going around his left wrist.



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Personal/Bio

Personality:
Alexander is a person someone can count on...to always react without thinking things over too much and take the easy way rather than the safe one. He doesn't like to plan ahead and usually uses his instincts to make decisions, he also lets his instincts guide him since they are rarely wrong making him a very intuitive person. Alexander is also direct and thinks to lie is a waste of time, but while you will rarely if ever catch him lying he is skilled at not telling the whole truth and only giving information someone directly asked for (unless it's his friends who are asking of course).

Alexander has certain phases where he can be very lazy and even some, where he is full of energy. Whenever he is lazy there is little to no chance to get him to do anything he doesn't want to do without bribing him but when he is energetic he is up for many a crazy suggestion coming his way, which can get him into trouble. He likes attention but doesn't demand it of others. When he likes someone he tends to give them nicknames and calls them 'idiot' with a playful smile instead of outright saying that he likes them.

When he is fascinated by something it can sometimes take up most of his attention proving to be his weakness. He can be serious, elegant and quiet which often comes as a surprise to people who don't know him well. Of course like everyone he too has moments he just wants to be alone or needs someone to talk to but they don't happen all too often or rather he tries not to let it happen so often. He can be sarcastic when he is hungry or very annoyed and doesn't shy away from a verbal fight if he feels there is a good reason for it. But in the end its also possible to have a good conversation with him and his friends mean a lot to him so Alexander can be quite protective of them. He has moments of selfishness and doesn't shy away from breaking a rule.

Biography:
Alexander was born into a rich family and his family always thought of him as the one to take over the family business so even as a child his father was strict and didn't shy away from mistreating his son to teach him a lesson. His mother was more in the background where raising Alexander was concerned and mostly took care of Alexanders younger sister. As years went by his father got worse and his mother weaker as she thought she couldn't do anything about her children's situation. One night the house was suddenly invaded by a group of armed men. Alexander locked his sister and himself into the well-hidden panic room as his mother had instructed only to hear the sounds of guns going off throughout the entire building. He would never admit it but the thought of his father being gone forever had lifted a heavy weight off of his chest.

After that night he and his sister lived in hiding. He took on a job to take care of his sister and send her to school. Of course, things didn't stay that way for long since an aunt on his mother's side found the two and took them in. Alexander could finally enjoy his teen years without taking care of anyone as well as go back to school, he often snuck out to party with his friends and one of those nights he was caught by the men with guns that had already killed his parents.

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Other

Likes:
Cats, the night, high speeds (especialy when flying), martial arts, sleeping, small spaces, freedom, partys/drinking, his friends...
Dislikes:
Hot drinks, waiting in lines, bright rooms, the color yellow, humans, his past, his father,...

Trivia:
Even in human form, he can form his nails into claws, use his heightened senses and his healing is faster than a humans.
While he has the ability to shapeshift into other forms his favorite and most used one is that of a raven.

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Spoiler: Writing Sample

The night was cold and silent as Alex sneaked out of his room’s window. He was supposed to be asleep already, just like everyone else inside the house who were tucked into their warm beds, but there was no chance he was going to miss tonight's party. His best friend Payton, a small spitfire of a girl, had discovered an abandoned building not far from their usual hang out spot and was insisting that it would be perfect for their group to have a secret party in.
Like always none of the guys in the group could say no to Payton even if they would have wanted to, the girl had a will of steel and if she wanted something she would always get it. Alex chuckled to himself as he made his way past his aunts rose bushes and made sure to cover his tracks. The last thing he needed was to get caught because he would leave an obvious footprint behind like his sister had just last week.

Once he was a safe distance away from the house he let out a relieved breath and took out his cell phone to call Payton. She answered on the second ring »please tell me you aren't stuck at home and cant get here or I am gonna start cursing up a storm« she said without even saying hello, he laughed and shook his head »when have I ever been caught sneaking out? Are the others there yet?« he asked and crossed the empty street to take a shortcut. Knowing his friends they were already there having a blast »yeah most of them came about ten to fifteen minutes ago, only you and Danny are taking so long to get here, hurry it up« she said and hang up making him wonder why she was so insistent he should hurry up, hopefully she didn't bring someone to set him up with again. There was still plenty of time and the night was young as they say, there was no reason to have to hurry so much so just to mess with her he walked a bit slower and instead enjoyed the soft night breeze.

As he was getting closer he could see why the building had gotten Payton's attention. It stood tall and secluded while still being close to the initial hang out spot. It looked very worn down, the pain on the walls was so peeled off it looked like the building had been through hell, the windows were either broken or entirely knocked out, there was a door that seemed to have been chained shut but was now open probably Rikers doing he thought as he walked through grass, broken bottles and who knew what else kind of trash that had been left behind by people that had discovered this place before them. He smiled as he heard his favorite metal song coming from inside and one of his friends growling to the song like a master. He always wondered why they never formed a band considering they had the skills but then remembered Payton and Danny’s music taste.

As he entered he could see the guys drinking beer and goofing off while Payton seemed to be looking for something inside her bag. »oooo look who finally showed up! I know people say being fashionably late is cool but man come on!« jelled Riker and ran over to Alex with a stick to hit him on the ass with it. Alex jumped out of the way and grabbed a stick off of the floor as well to start imitating a swordplay »well late or not, I am here now so let's kick this up a notch shall we« he said and stopped playing around to pull out his iPod. »I got some new songs that will blow your mind« he said and laughed before going to plug the phone into the speakers they had set up on the stairs leading to the upper floor. Inside the building didn't look much better then it did outside but he could definitely see that a long time ago it had been beautiful.

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

howling never gets old

Spoiler

Name: Quinn Beckett
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual (closeted)
Supernatural Creature: Werewolf

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 5'6'' (wolf height to shoulder 6') 110lbs (wolf weight 190lbs)
Body Type: Between skinny and muscular (wolf = more muscular)
Body Mods: Many claw scars all over his body and one large bite scar on his waist all from picking fights with alphas.
Powers: Lunar-based Shape Changing, Enhanced Strength and Speed, Rapid Healing
Weaknesses: New Moon Vunerability (anything can kill him) Silver Bullet, Holy Water

Likes: The Cold, Hot Cocoa, Music
Dislikes: The Night, Candy, Crowds

Personality:
Quinn's personality is very complex. He is almost like two different people. During the day he is happy and free spirited. He says hello to those he knows along with people he doesn't. He is very childish, playing small pranks and being a big goofball but this also makes him annoying and difficult to be around. People think he is too erratic and that he needs to be kept on a tight leash. The time of day definitely affects how he acts.

That is clearly seen at night as Quinn becomes angry and aggressive. His loyalty to his friends and those who aren't strictly pack fades. He is outspoken and loud but this also makes him tough and it becomes easier for him to defend himself against unwanted guests. Those his wolf side does consider pack are calmer when they have a strong wolf around so he is respected and looked up to as a could be alpha. He is just too kind and loving during the day to be considered Alpha material.

Bio:
Quinn was abandoned at an orphanage in Washington State when he was little. He was always told his birth family were bad people which is why they left him there. He grew up a pretty normal kid with cool hobbies and nice friends. He was always the most outgoing one there unless he had to talk to authority, then they could talk to his fists.

Quinn was now in middle school and was quite the character there. He was considered very popular with everyone and teachers didn't like his lack of work. He got detentions all the time but normally bunked them off by going into the woods and hiding in there. It was here where he was bitten by a werewolf. His scream was so loud it alerted the search party and he was found in a pool of blood needing medical attention.

He was rushed to the hospital where he was found with no broken bones but many deep holes in his skin and muscle from teeth. At the hospital, it was late and he was getting angry and grouchy. Some animal rescue folks came out and said that he needed to be put in quarantine as he could have a number of animal infections. Of course the doctors agreed and Quinn was whisked off to the faculty where he first turned into a large wolf-like being. He's been there ever since.


Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

WRITING SAMPLE:
It was around 5:30 on a chilly Autumn's day. Jordan had just left his theatre where he'd been rehearsing for the musical he was set to perform for the public in a few weeks time. He was with friends, a tall red head named Georgie, a mezzo soprano singer and viola player, and Ryan, an even taller Japanese boy who was a bass singer and fantastic writer. They were just chilling, doing what friends do which included window shopping and drinking overly priced beverages. It had been a wonderful day and Jordie didn't want it to end.

They turned a corner before his friends yelled and ran into a store. It was clear what it was. Record stores always left them galloping towards them at full speed. He smiled and leaned against the window, checking his phone and drinking his hot cocoa. He grinned at the stupidly funny images that appeared on the screen. He loved the Internet. He loved life. He knew that this would be memorable. He hoped he'd remember all these days they'd have together before college. After all, it wasn't too long before their childhood would be over.

 

[erzulie]

"Pet me and I’ll maim you."​

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Name:
Sebastian Nkrumah

Age (15-18):
23

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Supernatural Creature:
Werewolf

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Eye Color:
Green with hints of blue

Hair Color:
Black

Height:
6'3

Weight:
230lbs

Body Type:
Muscular

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc:
X || Earlobe piercings

coded by y o u n g j a e

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Likes:
Being outdoors || Wrestling || His wolf form || Steaks || Challenges

Dislikes:
Strong perfumes/colognes || Confinment || Felines || Loud noises || Crowded places ||

Personality:
Sebastian is intimidating to say the least. His looks are only apart of what make him like this. He is very much like the animal that he shifts into. Sebastian is a wild thing, a free-spirit who hates to be tied down or forced to do anything. His devil may care attitude has gotten him into a number of fights and spats. Sebastian is led by his emotions. He has a tendency to be reckless. The young wolf enjoys having a good time and living everyday like it’s his last. Sebastian lives in the moment more often than not. When first meeting him Sebastian is not friendly. It takes a while for him to warm up to others. He’s blunt to a fault. Holding things back and sugarcoating is not his strong suit. Sebastian prefers to be honest and upfront about most things. Sebastian is very much an alpha male. He commands respect and fear with his presence alone. His gaze is penetrating and his emotions are hard to read.

Sebastian is a vain person. He is not lacking in confidence by any means. He’ll use his looks to get what he wants without a second thought. Whether in wolf form or human form Sebastian takes the time to take care of himself. He is skilled when it comes to reading others. His enhanced senses help with this.The members of his pack hold the privilege of seeing a different side of him. With those that he cares for Sebastian is much more affectionate. Being the physical person that he is he enjoys touching and being in close contact. Sebastian is protective and a little controlling. He’s a natural born leader.

History [Please be descriptive]:
Before he was captured Sebastian was apart of a large pack known as the Ember Moon wolf pack. His pack’s territory was large and they were considered royalty amongst others since they could trace their family history back to decades. Sebastian’s father was the alpha of the back and his mother the Luna. He was preparing to take the role as alpha before he was captured. Things changed when they were attacked by a group of rogue wolves and hunters, the two teaming up to take down the pack. Things were horrible, both sides losing many. The Ember pack managed to gain the upper hand but not without losing their soon to be alpha. Sebastian noticed some of the other being taken away and stepped in. He fought tooth and nail but a few darts dipped in wolfbane knocked him out cold. The wolves he saved managed to get away but he was captured and brought to the facility, where he gives the scientists hell whenever he can.

Relationship:
TBA

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Thaddeus arrived at the party with a group of his friends. How they managed to convince him to come to this party he would never know. It was one of those nights where Thaddeus felt like being alone, content with being left with only his thoughts to keep him company. His musing had been interrupted by the sound of his phone going off. He had been placed in a group message with his friends. They were urging him to attend the party with them because lately their friend seemed a little down. Thaddeus could understand why they would worry. He had been acting out of it, at least to them he was. In all reality they were witnessing a side of himself that he tried to keep hidden. In the end Thaddeus agreed to come. He felt bad for making them worry and he figured that this would get them off of his back. It was a win-win situation.

So here he was, standing in the door way of some stranger's house. He walked in further so that he wasn't just standing in the door and staring off into space. He watched as the people danced to the beat of the music. They looked like one being with they way they were pressed together, an entity of sweaty flesh and groping hands. Thaddeus didn't feel like dancing. He didn't feel like doing anything right now. When he friends noticed his body language he willed himself to relax. His smiled seemed genuine to the untrained eye. He assured them that he was fine. Thad headed to the table to get a drink, he wanted to loosen up a little. He wanted to run away from all of his problems, even if it was just for tonight.

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

let's go for a bite some time

Spoiler

(decided to make two characters. if you do pick me only take one of the characters. i'm not playing multiple.)
Name: Ashley 'Ash' Stevens
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (male preference)
Supernatural Creature: Vampire

Eye Color: Maroon
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 5'3'', 110lbs
Body Type: Thin
Body Mods: Lip Piercing and Eyebrow Bar
Powers: Levitation, Drinking Blood, Rapid Healing
Weaknesses: Skin Exposure to Direct Sunlight for Long Periods of Time, Silver Stake and Holy Water

Likes: Music, Ice Cream, Rain
Dislikes: School, Christianity, Fire

Personality:
When Ash first arrived at the facility he was a chill music lover. He was was a mischievous flirt and often used it to get what he wanted which made people unhappy. Some loved him, some hated him. He was a mixed bag especially when his aggression kicks in. Being locked up for the majority of his life really screwed with his head. He struggles to connect with outgoing people and prefers to be alone. He is a fairly accepting person though, not being discriminative because of a person's beliefs or something they can't change about themselves, unlike his family. They were insane and he made a vow to never be like them, ever. He is very loyal to the few friends he has at the faculty and wishes they met in other circumstances.

Bio:
Ash was a born vampire who spent the majority of his childhood hidden away by his crazy religious adoptive family. They didn't want him to hurt anyone. They gave him things to do like reading and music, taught him according to their human child's curriculum and did all they could to not attract attention. Blood was a difficult thing to get and their eldest was a doctor, gaining lots of income for the family along with the necessary food for the spawn of Satan.

At 16 years of age, he was done with being locked away. He stole any blood and money he could find, took his bass guitar and a big bag of his belongings; he was going. He got to the next town over when he heard news that a young boy matching his description was missing. He decided to get his lip and eyebrow pierced illegally by paying off a tattoo artist. He also went to a salon and got his hair cut and styled, he looked fresh and fancy. Buying new clothes was difficult, he had to not pick something Ashley would wear and instead something Ash would wear. He chose a fancy shirt and tie along with his black jeans. He traded in his bass guitar for a different one at a guitar store. He was set.

But everything up until now was happening too fast. He was eventually caught and brought back to his tiny little town. The police hired a psychiatrist to take a look at him but of course this was no psychiatrist. This was someone who would end up taking him away and a blacked out van. At 15 he ended up at the faculty and he didn't want to be there at all.

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

WRITING SAMPLE: see in Quinn's CS

 

[erzulie]

"I am most alive among the tall trees."​

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Name:
Priya

Age (15-30):
19

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Supernatural Creature:
Nymph

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Eye Color:
Russet

Hair Color:
Dark Brown

Height:
5’4

Weight:
132lbs

Body Type:
Slender, Soft

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc:
None

coded by y o u n g j a e

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Likes:
Nature || Animals || Soft fabrics || Dancing || Music || Sunbathing || Lavender || Games || Singing

Dislikes:
Pollution || Animal Cruelty || Violence || Confinment

Personality:
Priya is the picture of innocence with her doe eyes and soft facial features. She’s a soft-spoken creature who values life. Priya can be described as shy. During her many years on earth she preferred to distance herself from humans, only allowing a few to see or interact with her. Despite her timidity Priya is a curious little things. She likes to sit and observe animals and other supernaturals. This has gotten her into trouble a few times in the past. Before her capture Priya was carefree and wild. She would spend her days frolicking and sunbathing in flower fields. She would spend her days doing whatever she pleases and just enjoying her life.

Priya is playful towards her fellow nymphs and others who are close to her. She has a love for making up games or playing old ones. Singing is in her blood as well as dancing. She uses them as a way to forget her troubles or just because she wants to. Priya would wander through her forest, her sweet voice would attract humans and caused her to become somewhat of a legend in their eyes. She’s a sensitive girl who isn’t good at hiding her feelings. She doesn’t like lying or being lied to. Despite her kindness Priya can hold a grudge for a very long time. Her ire is something that takes a while to ignite but when it does things end badly for the one who provoked her.

Priya is a flirt by nature. She’s coy with her advances. A lingering touch or subtle brush of her body are usually her ways of showing her interesting. Priya enjoys the passion that comes with attraction. Before her capture she spent her days wooing and being wooed.

History [Please be descriptive]:
Her youthful appearance fools others into believing that she has not been around for as long as she has. Priya has been around for a very long time. In human terms Priya is well past the normal age for an average person but in all actuality she’s still young in the eyes of other nymphs. Priya spent little time around humans. They would only catch glimpses of her form before she managed to slip away completely. There were times when she actually interacted with them and she even became a muse to the more artistic ones.

As years passed Priya watched as humans thrived. She developed a little dislike for them when they began tearing down forest and mindlessly hurting the environment. Priya had once been worshipped by the humans only to be forgotten and replaced with technology. She continued to live her life as she pleased though. Things changed soon however. Priya had been taking a stroll through the forest when she heard to cry of a doe. Upon further inspection Priya realized that it had been caught in a trap. Usually she’s help the creatures escape and this time was no different. Before she knew it she found herself captured. An electric net had been thrown over her and she was taken away.

Her home tried everything to stop he from being taken. Both flora and fauna attacked in an attempt to free the nymph. Alas the kidnappers managed to get away.

Relationship:
TBA

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Thaddeus arrived at the party with a group of his friends. How they managed to convince him to come to this party he would never know. It was one of those nights where Thaddeus felt like being alone, content with being left with only his thoughts to keep him company. His musing had been interrupted by the sound of his phone going off. He had been placed in a group message with his friends. They were urging him to attend the party with them because lately their friend seemed a little down. Thaddeus could understand why they would worry. He had been acting out of it, at least to them he was. In all reality they were witnessing a side of himself that he tried to keep hidden. In the end Thaddeus agreed to come. He felt bad for making them worry and he figured that this would get them off of his back. It was a win-win situation.

So here he was, standing in the door way of some stranger's house. He walked in further so that he wasn't just standing in the door and staring off into space. He watched as the people danced to the beat of the music. They looked like one being with they way they were pressed together, an entity of sweaty flesh and groping hands. Thaddeus didn't feel like dancing. He didn't feel like doing anything right now. When he friends noticed his body language he willed himself to relax. His smiled seemed genuine to the untrained eye. He assured them that he was fine. Thad headed to the table to get a drink, he wanted to loosen up a little. He wanted to run away from all of his problems, even if it was just for tonight.

 

[Starsy]

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Basic

Name: Niko Sanders
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Supernatural Creature: Shapeshifter

Eye Color: Blue-green
Hair Color: Blond
Height/Weight: 6’0, 134 lbs
Body Type: Slender/sporty
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: /

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Personal/Bio

Personality:
Niko is serious and dedicated to his beliefs, martial arts and meditation are something he couldn't live without since it keeps him calm and focused. He is a very good fighter because of excellent reflexes and instincts, he also chooses his fights wisely and is more likely to collect information on his opponent before accepting a challenge or going into a ’battle’. He likes to be informed on many subjects so he reads a lot.

Niko is very hard to anger but that doesn't mean he isn't a fan of using tough love to get something done. He is direct with most people and very protective of close ones, sometimes going a bit overboard if they are in danger, you could say if someone he cares about is in serious danger he slightly loses his ’head’ and the calm and serious personality is replaced by an intense dangerous man out for blood. He has a love for weapons of any kind and often obsesses over any new weapon he gets his hands on (of course its hard to see because he hides his emotions very well).

Biography:
Niko is from a long line of shapeshifters. His family was a very loving and big family with five kids and his parents as well as grandparents living together in the same house. Niko was the oldest of those five kids and therefore helped take care of his siblings if his parents needed him to. Niko was never much into parties unlike most teens and he preferred to be home with a good book or outside training with his father to protect his family in case of attack from others like them or even humans.

When he was nineteen Niko was on his way home from college when they were attacked. The guys with guns were many in numbers and while Niko was an excellent fighter by then he still couldn't protect his family. He had to watch as things went from bad to worse and his father was surrounded from all sides. At that moment reason flew out the window and Niko shifted into his lion form to try and save his father only to end up captured and taken captive. While he had been locked away he didn't change much and had been planning how to free himself any minute he had time to think.

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Other

Likes:
Martial arts, healthy food, tea, reading, the violin,...
Dislikes:
laziness, judgemental people, being locked up, messing something up,...

Trivia:
- He is an excellent tracker, when he touches the ground its as if the ground itself tells him where he needs to go.
- While other shifters can take on many other forms he can only turn into a white lion or an eagle.
- He can form fangs and claws even when he is in his human form as well as use his heightened senses. Niko also heals very fast.

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Spoiler: Writing Sample

Niko was sitting in the kitchen polishing a sword he had found in the attic. The craftsmanship on the handle was exquisite and indicated the sword must have been from Japan. The sword was old yet in very good shape and Niko was buzzing with excitement on the inside. Of course he kept his poker face on like most of the time but as he kept examining it a small smile sneaked onto his face.

»I see you found your great grandfathers sword. Somehow I should have known you would. It seems you have a nose for finding weapons.« said his father with a kind smile as he walked into the kitchen and went about brewing himself a coffee. Niko shook his head at his father and put the sword on the table »you should stop drinking coffee, tea is much healthier you know?« he said and his father chuckled »I am as fit as I have been when I was your age son, want me to prove that?« he asked and Niko smiled. He could use some more practice, he loved to practice and run especially with his father since he always seemed to learn something new.

Niko nodded and walked towards the door »yes, lets practice, just let me go change my clothes and I will be back in a minute« he said as he was already walking up the stairs. He couldn't help but be happy since the day had started off so well. Niko ran up the rest of the stairs and hurriedly changed his clothes before joining his father outside behind the house where the man was already waiting with a sword in hand.

»I was thinking you could test out your great grandfather's sword, here catch« he yelled before throwing Niko the sword he had just been cleaning in the kitchen. Somehow he felt honored and decided to try extra hard at practice to show respect to his ancestor.
»well then show me what you got« said Niko taking on a fighting stance and waiting for his father to make the first move »dont go easy on me because I won't either« he warned his father and dodged the first attack just to immediately launch a counter attack.

 

[Auburn Trees]

Name: Emilyn Raines

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Supernatural Creature: Witch

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Red

Height/Weight: 5’4” / 135 lbs.

Body Type: Slender

Tattoos/Piercings: She has none

Emilyn Raines​

Likes: Nature, swimming, art, books

Dislikes: Crowds, talking about herself, working in teams

Personality:

Em is an overall quiet person who tries to keep to herself. She typically avoids conflict and does what is necessary to keep the peace. Despite this, she can be overly defensive and difficult to manage. Her creativity often leads to a high level of spontaneousness. She is easily bored and likes to always be on the move. She is also known to be rather inquisitive. Her quiet demeanor allows her to be especially stealthy and a fantastic spy. She is great at scavenging and can live off the land for long periods of time with little in the way of supplies. Furthermore, she is never afraid to speak her mind, though she will only do so when she sees sense to it. Overall, she is one that thrives on solitude and new surroundings.
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Bio

Emilyn grew up in a rather powerful coven. She was no one special, just another member. She was extremely active in the community and respected by many. Her family was very close, containing herself, her mother, and her older sister. Overall, she had a fantastic life. That is until it was all destroyed.
Somehow, the government was tipped off about the location of her coven, even though it was in a place so remote only the witches themselves knew how to get there. Most were killed in the battle that began between the witches and the feds but some were kept as prisoners. Unfortunately, Em was kept as prisoner while her mother and sister were killed. This twisted something deep inside of her, causing her to shut down and lose trust in almost everyone. She’s been imprisoned every sense, a total of seven years.​

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Spoiler

Jace leaned against the rough bark of a tree, trying to catch his breath. He began taking in his surroundings. Everything was so still; a dead silence had come over the woods. Blood pounded in his ears, the only thing he could hear besides the labored breath wheezing out of him. Blood matted his dark, chocolate brown hair. He'd been running for at least a couple of miles, trying to escape, to survive.

Jace heard rustling in the trees off to his left. His clover green eyes focused on the sound as he became alert. He felt his breath catch in his chest. His blood ran cold and he began to wonder if this would be it, the time his heart would stop beating. He thought about leaving the camping group. His sister, his brother, his mom and dad. He left them over a petty argument and now he may never see them again. What was he thinking?

Just then, the predator emerged from the trees, his pasty skin contrasting with excited, blood red eyes. He pinned Jace against the tree. It felt like he was being pressed against a cold, marble slab. "What are you?" Jace finally said when he got his breath back. "Why are you-" Jace stopped when he felt something pierce the delicate skin of his neck.

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[Solar Union]

WIP

Name: Zakai Yoshe
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Supernatural Creature: Human

Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight:
Body Type: Average
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.

Likes: Kpop, Sushi, Anime
Dislikes: Watching Horror Films, Werewolves, Vampires
Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

WRITING SAMPLE: **Please put in a spoiler tab underneath CS**​

 

[myst.erion]

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name: Esmerelda Arden Castle [Castellan]
nickname: esme, ace
age: 28
gender: female
sexuality: heterosexual
supernatural creature: werewolf

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eye color: hazel green/blue
hair color: deep chestnut
ethnicity: central american mother//australian father//australian --> american upbringing
height/weight: 5'8" / 1.75m // 56kg / 127lbs
body type: tall, lithe athletic figure
dialect: english american & fluent spanish
tattoos/piercings/etc: Each of her ear lobes are pierced once, & she has a tattoo on her right wrist that reads: 'joy', which she she got during her honeymoon in Australia~

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likes: thundertstorms, lightning, very suprisingly she doesn't mind felines, lemon meringue anything, children, her wolf form, physical activity, books/reading, flora, fauna,
dislikes: guns, smoking, drugs, hypocrites, scientists, few other spn species, politics, racism/sexism/all the -isms,
personality: esmerelda has always been a very loving and friendly person, capable of making a lasting impression on someone and making a room light up with her presence. even if she doesn't do it purposefully, most seem to have a good opinion of her, until they get to know her at least. esmerelda prefers to save her real self for the people she is comfortable around, and stays reserved around strangers. in one room, she is laughing at every word said and encouraging someone to do a back flip off the table, while in the other she isn't saying a word and sitting with her legs crossed. what emotion she expresses all really depends on the situation ans the people she is with. though, generally, she enjoys a good laugh, sassy-ness, sarcasm and mature conversations. esmerelda possesses courage, bravery, intellect, chivalry, charm, happiness, demons, fearlessness, independence, optimism, imagination, confidence, impulsiveness, stubbornness, compassion, loyalty, impatience and honesty. when she wants to be honest. Her change brought along a very hard time in her life, where she deteriorated almost fully, so trust doesn't go a long way these days....
bio: Esmerelda was born in Sydney, Australia to two perfectly human parents. Their names are Nathan and Maria. The family of three lived comfortably in Sydney until esme was seven years old, and Nathan's parents were pronounced dead in a car crash. The grief overtook Nathan, Maria as well. Esme understood well enough to cry for her grandparents. It took some time, but Nathan began to return to normal, and from there, they decided they needed a fresh start. Esme was doing brilliantly at school and her parents work would not hold them back. So up they got, and many weeks later they were settled in a spacious house in California. From there, Esme went through school like anybody else. She began to lose her Australian accent, and became accustomed to American way of life.
Flash forward a eight years and Esmerelda graduated highschool. Next thing she knew she was in love. A young fellow graduate from a different state caught her attention at an information evening for college. They were going after the same teaching course. It was love at first sight. Two years later, David proposed. They were married in the spring.
Another flash forward and the pregnancy test came back positive. David and Esme were ecstatic. They had already moved in together, and were both working good jobs. Life was perfect together, and another addition to the family was going to make it all the better.
That is, until Esme's water broke. At 24 years old, she was 8 and a half months pregnant. She wouldn't see her baby again, and no-one knew it. David rushed his wife to the hospital expecting to meet his premature, beautiful daughter, only to be forced to console his equally grieving wife. If she had survived, her name would have been Joy. She was announced a still born by the nurse.
The doctor's became intrigued by Esme's situation hours before giving birth, enough to alert others. By the time it was confirmed that Esme possessed the werewolf gene, she had already turned by the light of the full moon conveniently slipping in to her bedroom that night at the hospital.
David didn't survive the gruesome wounds to his body. Hours later, armed forces collected a mystery unconscious woman out of the hospital, away from her long dead husband and healthy baby girl. She went from being a mother, to a monster, all in the same night. At least, as she puts it....
Esmerelda has been held captive for 6 years since. She started as a mess, but has since learned to regain her self and her original personality, with added demons, swearing, and the occasional depression of course. She still swears she heard her baby crying, but there is no telling if she will ever find out the truth; or get out of prison. She just wishes she had told David about her bite sooner.

Spoiler

The week before Joy arrived, the two were out with friends. A quick trip outside to speak on the phone turned into a confrontation with a stranger, that left a bite on her forearm, and a furious David in a call to 911. They had been watching her till they got their chance.

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WEREWOLF

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Spoiler: writing sample

[from a recent percy jackson roleplay]
LARA CASTLE // ARES COUNSILLOR
Lara was completely ready to take down the disgusting beast before them. The first one she had faced, was taken down by Anastasia. With one quick slice the Strzyga's head had been lopped off. Now, it was her turn to do the same. She needed an opening though, and something told her she was going to get it. When Trevor came sliding in, she had to jump to her left out of his way. He was fast, but his knives weren't enough it seemed. The beast wasn't concerned, it had it's eyes on blondie and Alex, and next thing she knew, Lara was forced to duck to avoid its whip across all those present. Her breathing was growing more rapid by the second, and so was her anger. She was glad however, that Alex had turned up to get the mystery girl away from the situation. Right now she didn't look as if she could defend herself against a rogue dog, let alone a mythical beast with wings and a jaw like a sharks. When she got herself back on her feet, Lara was once again making evasive maneuvers. She was lucky enough to be farthest to the left, and so a tree offered protection from the beat of the beast's wings. Her back kept pressed against the hard bark until she knew it was safe to continue their attack.
Lucia's hit and slash at the beast almost made Lara cry out. Lucia was so damn close, but instead a deep cut ran across it's neck. Good. It would make what she was about to do much easier. She watched as Mikealus jumped on to the beast and secured it to the ground with his spear. The Strzyga writhed and screamed at Bianca, while also struggling to remove itself from it's position.
Lara allowed a 'ha' to escape her at Mike's words, and swung her swords in front of her with a determination.
Acting quickly, she ran at a boulder beside the beast, low enough for her to get onto, high enough to use. One foot, two feet, and Lara jumped off the rock with her swords in the air. They came down simultaneously on the Strzyga's neck, and passed right through the weakened monster. Much to her discomfort, its arm came out and whacked the girl in the side in a last attempt to fight back, sending her to the ground with an oomph. Its blood spewed all over Lara, and some of the others, but she couldn't care less as she landed in front of it. Its head rolled to its other side in a gruesome manner, and quickly the body collapsed in a dead heap.
Lara turned her head to Mikealus with a pained nod. "Thanks for the opening." Then she looked across at Bianca, still with Alex, and with a terrible look in her eyes. Lara felt pity for the girl already, clearly she hadn't seen something she liked, besides a bloodthirsty monster. "You okay?" Lara began to stand with a grunt while speaking to Bianca. She tore her helmet off her head to avoid any blood running into her face. Her breaths were slowly evening themselves out, but her anger was on full drive. It always was after something like this.

 

[Reticent]

Ayla Hebert

ayla hebert | 19 | f | bisexual | shapeshifter |
brown hair | brown eyes | 5 ft 5 in. | 115 lbs

Body Type: Slender
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Ears (traditional)

Likes: Candles, cats, red wine, big sweaters
Dislikes: Bright lights, romance movies, crowded places, insects

Personality: Ayla is very much a free spirit. She craves her physical and emotional freedom above all else and tends to actively hate being controlled or restricted in any way. At times she can be very opinionated and has no difficulty speaking her mind. Most of the time, however, she prefers to observe and listen to everything and everyone around her. She has an excellent memory and doesn't easily forget things or people. She's inquisitive and thoroughly enjoys exploration, often venturing off on her own for a while.
She loves being a confidant to anyone in need and is the best at keeping secrets. She believes trust is vital and loves working to gain a person's trust, especially if it seems particularly difficult to do. She's stubborn and exceptionally persistent, typically not taking "no" for an answer. She is loyal to no end but only to those she cares about the most. In a good mood, it is not uncommon for her to play tricks or indulge in other mischievous behavior.

Biography: Ayla was born the youngest of five children. Despite the fact that both of her parents worked two jobs, it was still hard to make ends meet. Sometimes the cabinets would be empty for weeks, the lights would get shut off due to payment failure, and they would be forced to boil water for bathing. She was closest to her sister Gem, only two years older than she was, and they spent the majority of their time together.
Despite financial hardships, Ayla grew up relatively happy. Her parents discovered her ability to shapeshift shortly after she was born when they left their baby daughter in the crib and returned to a mewling kitten. All of her siblings were born with the ability as well and together they taught her how to gain a level of control over her ability. Her preferred animal form is a domesticated cat, although she has become proficient in the ability to shift into several other species of cats, dogs, and even some rodents. As a kid she would turn into her cat form and linger around the homes of wealthier people in hopes they would take her in and feed her. She would later escape after they had fallen asleep. With her sister Gem, Ayla would pull pranks on her older siblings (while her parents were away, anyway) and instigate arguments. She was the most "difficult" of all her siblings, as she once overheard her parents say. She made it a point to enjoy herself and often indulged in painting, reading, and hiking.
It was shortly before her sixteenth birthday when she was taken. She was roaming the large forest behind her house as she did almost every night. Simply to hear the crickets, the rustle of leaves as all the nocturnal animals come to life, to experience the feeling of peace it brought her to experience the world as something other than human. They must have been watching her all night enjoying herself in the woods, chasing after small rodents and climbing some of the tallest trees. As soon as she exited the woods and began to head home, she was interrupted by a group of armed men. She quickly sensed danger and tried to flee. Unfortunately they had come prepared with catch poles and quickly snatched her up. Ripped from her home and her family, they took her to the facility where she was held captive for years to come.

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Spoiler: writing sample

It is a cold fall night. The air is bitter and chilly, seeping through my clothes and biting at my skin. The moon decided not to make an appearance tonight and instead the sky is full of ugly, dark clouds. The wind whines, ripping leaves right off their branches and into the darkness. Something howls in the distance.
It only takes a few minutes to reach my destination on foot. After all, it was only a couple blocks away. From my yard, the trees had blocked the brilliant lights and signs of the carnival. But here, out in the open, everything can be seen in full detail. Brilliant flashing lights in every color, toys bigger than me sit on the shelves behind very happy, very smiley people with painted faces. "Would you like to play?" They call out. "Everyone's a winner!"
I pass them by without a second thought. I am not interested in any of the toys or games this place has to offer, although I might circle back around later for some of the delicious blue cotton candy or the crisp french fries. I pass by families with screaming kids, people with plates full of steaming food, and employees wearing large, slightly unnerving clown costumes. I ignore them when they call out to me.
Eventually the stream of people begins to slow . Only a few stragglers and vendors are around here, as most of this part of the festival has closed for the night or didn't spark much interest. I easily navigate my way over to a yellow tent decorated with all types of scary looking voodoo dolls, large pendants, beads, feathers, and lights. A tiny sign reads "KNOW YOUR FUTURE" with a tiny purple arrow pointing down directly at the entrance to the tent, which was no more than an opening in the fabric. I hit something on the way in that jingles like bells and almost immediately a woman appears before me. She seems normal enough, dressed in a ratty t-shirt with dark jeans and unsightly green boots. She wears a tangle of necklaces around her neck and big, thick hoops hang from her ears. Her hair is pulled back and gathered at the very top of her head, decorated in glitter and beads. A single dread hangs just by her left temple. "Welcome." W.I.P!!!

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[Noivian]

Remi Beckham
25 - Genderfluid - Pansexual/Panromantic - Nephilim
Blue eyes - White hair - 5'7" - 130lbs - Mesomorph/Lean
They/Them - Ear piercings - Four eyebrow ring piercings (not pictured), two on each eyebrow​

Personality

Remi is a hardy and punchy person. They're more likely to put up a fight than run off, and will by all means fight dirty if it means they can secure victory. Highly competitive, Remi takes almost everything seriously, and as a result, sometimes has a hard time telling sarcasm from not sarcasm. Honest, loyal, and outspoken, Remi is to-the-point and no-nonsense when it comes to their home and house rules. They will willingly take in anyone in need, so long as they listen to Remi and obey some basic security and common sense rules. A realistic optimist, Remi trys their best to think both positively and logistically about every decision. While open-armed and hospitable, Remi isn't very quick to trust, and will take a lot of wall breaking and opening up to be considered actually Remi's friend.

Likes

+ Flight
+ Sparring
+ Competition
+ Books
+ Tea
+ Coffee
+ Rain and other cold/wet weather
+ Bay windows
+ Fireplaces on cold nights

Dislikes

- Flying in the rain
- Flying in the snow
- Flying in any storm
- Spicy food
- Too much heat
- Swimming (their feathers get wet and drag them down)
- People breaking house rules
- Twigs in their secondaries
- Having to fix their hair
- Going into town
- Moving out in general

Bio

(It scrolls! Trigger warnings - Mentions of blood)

Remi was born to a human mother and an unknown father, who left shortly after Remi's birth. Despite the name of their species, Nephilims aren't entirely angelic. Sometimes they're born from two normal humans who happen to carry latent angel genes in them, and sometimes Nephilim are the direct offspring of angels. Regardless, most if not all of them are half-human, and their angelic side doesn't develop until their mid- to late-teens. Remi's case was an unknown case, given how their mother never liked talking about their father, or her own family much. Remi never learned why that was, and didn't care much to pry. As far as Remi knew for the longest time, they were human. It wasn't until Remi was seventeen that they were admitted to the hospital for lumps on their back that exponentially grew in size every day. The day before surgery to remove the lumps, Remi's wings sprouted out of their back in a rather bloody and painful display. Shortly after, they were whisked away by the government against both Remi's and Remi's mother's consent. Remi never saw their mother again.

Life in the containment center was hard for Remi, as they were denied pain medications for their rapidly growing and fledging wings, barely being fed adequate food to sustain both themselves and the growth of their wings. It was a miracle they were even able to fly when they broke out of that place five years prior. After establishing themselves in an abandoned cabin, off the grid in a nature reserve, Remi took to taking in other strays like themselves. Working alone, Remi would often circle the skies for hours, both practicing their flight skills and also looking for other runaways, making once a year dangerous flights near the containment facility to check for other escapees. Over time, Remi has learned that angelic heritage comes with some minor magic, including minor wound healing, food and water purification, and minor illusions, just enough to hide their wings.

Relationships

N/A

Extra

Remi's wing type changes depending on the situation, but will always remain silver in color. For long flights, the feathers will rearrange themselves to be more suitable. For sharp dives, the feathers will again rearrange to suit the action.
Remi's wings are too large to be hidden under clothes, and often make sitting a pain unless the proper seating is arranged.

Spoiler: WRITING SAMPLE

(Trigger warnings - None, I think.) This one's rather old - I can type up a new one if you want me to.

With an exaggerated yawn, Nova stretches her limbs and rolls over, savoring the comfort of her old cot for a moment or two before forcing herself in an upright position. A shame about those roses. They were her favorite things to look at in the morning. But yes, it's good that the tomatoes weren't killed off. One might be appalled by the language of the older women, but for Nova, this was normal. She was used to seeing old ladies and young men alike curse like sailors. She didn't have very many memories of her younger years - many of them were blocked out of her mind, others she didn't want to remember. But she had grown up like this. This was the reality Nova had come to know.

She slept with her shoes on. Should a breach in security happen overnight, there wasn't going to be time to throw on one's shoes. It was either shoes or a weapon, and Nova had chosen long ago to not have to choose. When she could find the time and luxury to bathe, Nova bathed with her clothes on. Again, it was for safety and escape reasons. It was also an easy way to clean herself and her clothes at the same time. Efficiency over luxury was the name of the game for her life, and if she stank, other people would simply have to deal with it or find time to allow her to properly clean herself. On the flip side, Nova never complained when something smelled bad, whether it be someone's cooking or someone's body odor. While she didn't like her own most of the time, Nova had long since learned to not complain about other people.

Stepping around the small makeshift shelter, Nova took a moment to examine her equipment, and make sure all her guns were in proper working order, as was per her morning routine. Tightening the laces on her shoes, she patted her pockets for her revolver and assuring her knife was in place, Nova shoved her Sporter magazines into her backpack and hoisted the pack over her shoulders. Grabbing the Sporter Compact off the table, Nova stepped outside her house. Normally the girl didn't bring everything with her - the people here seemed to be very trustworthy, in her opinion. She couldn't remember a single thing going missing since arriving here. But Nova was scheduled for a watch shift, and given the current time, she figured she'd rather not waste time going back and forth from her house to Johnson's office. She'd probably get a can, eat it, and go directly to shift. Perhaps she'd look around for something to buy with her wedding rings if there was spare time. Granted, she probably didn't need to bring her rations with her to her watch - they'd probably end up making a lot of noise and weigh her down as she moved, but again the mantra efficiency over luxury came to mind. It might have been easier for her to leave her food and water at home, but Nova would rather be ready for the worst and not have to run home should shit hit the fan.

 

[Nefelibata726]

Name: Branch Greene
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Supernatural Creature: Ghost

Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark brown
Height/Weight: 5'7", 174 lbs
Body Type: Slim
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: None

Likes: Animals, nature, warm weather, mt. dew
Dislikes: Fighting, blood, coffee, alcohol

Personality:
Branch isn't a very outgoing person. He would rather stick to himself in an isolated room. Branch is an intelligent individual, and he often takes the time to think about things before he acts. He doesn't like to cause problems or start fights, so he likes to keep his opinion to himself. Though sometimes, he cant help himself and he comes out with his honest opinion at times, even when the truth hurts. He is also a very loyal person, so he would never betray or intentionally hurt someone he truly cares about.

Bio:
Branch grew up as an only child to his parents. He was the perfect child in his parent's mind. They spoiled him and did anything they could to make him happy. He grew up with a good life. He had many friends, got whatever he wanted, graduated high school. His parents even bought his way into the best college in the state. Branch had gone to college with a business major, in hopes of starting a business himself and becoming a head CEO. Everything was going great. He was even getting through his classes without needing to buy his way through it.

All of this came to a sudden halt though. On the night Branch decided to go out with his friends, everything changed. It was just a night with the guys. Go to the bar, get drunk, get laid, have fun. Unfortunately, it didn't turn out this way. The young men got drunk, Branch got into a fight. Even after Branch and his friends were kicked out, the fight wasn't over. The soberest friend began to drive them all home, Branch in the passenger seat. On the drive home, they noticed another car speeding toward them, and it just so happened to be the man in the bar that started the fight. The car slammed into the passenger side of the vehicle, flipping the truck two times and sending Branch out of the windshield window. Branch had died on impact.

A few days had passed before Branch finally woke up, confused on where he was exactly. He had woken up in a dimly lit room, surgery tools laying next to him on a table. He didn't recognize where he was, but he knew he had to get out of here. When he had gotten up from the table he was lying on, that was when he took notice of his lightweight. That's when he looked toward where he was lying down, to find his body was still laying there, emotionless and still, pale and unconscious. This is when he figured out what had happened. He had died, he came back as a ghost.

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Eli: I approached the camp, dropping the deer onto the floor as I looked toward the tent. My eyebrows furrowed as I saw I was alone, annoyance flashing in my eyes as I looked around the small camp. Where the hell did that bastard go? I sighed and walked over to the tent, dropping my bag and kneeling down. I dug through the bag, pulling out my face mask and putting it on. Slipping my throwing knives into the bag, I pushed myself to a stand only to stop as I saw the small note on the inside of the tent. I reached in and picked up the note, staring at the words with boiling anger. 'I went into town. Looking for batteries. Be back soon. Don't worry.'
I told him. I told him to stay put. I growled and shook my head, dropping the note before returning to the deer carcass. Pulling out my hunting knife, I cut into the animals side and began to skin the deer.

Isaiah: I walked into town, wiping the sweat from my forehead as I looked around. Batteries. Batteries. Batteries. I held my assault rifle tighter in my grip, I looked around the small, vacant town and slipped into the pharmacy store, looking around. With a deep sigh, I approached the counter and dug through the drawers, hope lingering in my blue eyes. I froze I heard a low growl, my knees bending as I crouched low. I swallowed hard and glanced at my gun, breathing out a shaky breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I peeked over the counter, glancing at the zombie as it stumbled slowly across the room. Shooting it would make too much noise, attract the others. I didn't have another weapon. Looking at the busted window beside me, I slowly grabbed an empty bottle of alcohol off the floor. I chucked the bottle outside, completely oblivious to the man approaching the area. I looked over at the zombie, slowly relaxing as it stumbled toward the door and outside. Straight toward Leto.