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Name: Arianna Marie Jamison
Nickname: Ari
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Pixie/Fairy

Face Claim: Ashley Benson
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Blonde
Height: 5'0
Body Modifications: Butterfly | Bows | Key | Piercings

Likes: feeling put together | heels of any kind | listening to loud music | colorful pens | dancing
Dislikes: running | losing | people underestimating her | avocados | drugs
Fears: hurting anyone else | enclosed spaces
Quirks: always does her makeup & hair in the mornings | tugs on her hair when anxious/nervous
Theme Song:


Personality:
curious
dramatic
emotional
✗ abrasive
✗ impulsive
✗ impatient

Bio:
Born into a family of hunters, Arianna didn't have a chance for a normal life from the beginning. Fathered by the man who ran this particular faction of hunters, well, that just added more weight to her shoulders. From the beginning, people looked at Ari one of two ways: either they were jealous of her position as having Henry for a father, or they hated her for the same reason. Of course, nobody could come right out and say that, so Arianna had to learn the hard way who to trust. Everyone in Arianna's family was a hunter-- her father, her two older brothers, and even her mother. Her mother, after giving birth, had decided to do a soft version of retirement where she kept up training and whatnot but spent most of her time raising her family instead. The woman was a real saint, a softie compared to Ari's father, and a buffer between her children and Henry when needed.

Michael and Luke were a few years older than Arianna, and because of this they were further into their training than Arianna. There were no secrets in the Jamison family about the supernatural, and there were no secrets in the faction itself, so Ari knew what they were doing and training for from the very beginning. She knew about the dangers of the world, but she was still just a child, and she wanted to explore the world around her. She'd been warned about leaving the property, but this time, she didn't listen. She was about eight years old when she slipped across the property line for the first time, feeling freer than she'd ever felt. She could hear her mother's panicked voice calling for her, but she just giggled and hid in a hole at the base of an old tree in the woods. It was from that spot she watched the vampire attack and kill her mother.

Hours later, her brothers and father found her, still hiding in the tree. It was no secret what had happened; it wasn't hard to figure out. Arianna felt as though everytime someone looked at her, they were judging her, her father included. Luke and Michael were the only ones who didn't look at her with disdain, and she grew even closer to them, throwing herself into her training so that she could prevent something from happening in the future. She became skilled with a bow and arrows, and while she's proficient in hand to hand combat, it's something she can stand to improve on even now. As a teenager, Arianna still faced the same struggles she faced as a young girl, but she found ways to deal with them. She has a love for girly things, but who says that makes her any less of a hunter?

Arianna was eighteen when it happened again. Now having proven herself as a skilled hunter, she was out with her brothers and a few others. Arianna wasn't leading the hunt, but she'd never been good at listening to others, and there was a small argument between her and the leader which resulted in Ari stalking off. Her brothers followed, which proved to be a fatal mistake for Luke. They were ambushed and he had his throat torn out within seconds. Michael was knocked out, but Arianna was forced to watch as a vampire fed from him. He would have had his throat torn out as well if her team hadn't found them and killed the vampires. Ari had held that guilt with her ever since, feeling as though she killed not one but two members of her family. She's built up this bitchy exterior ever since a young age, but now it's only gotten worse because she doesn't want to hurt anyone else.




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Name: Tobias Fynn Meyer
Nickname: Toby
Age: [appears] 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Vampire

Face Claim: Chris Wood
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'11
Body Modifications: n/a

Likes: sour candy | expensive alcohol | flirting/women in general | getting his way | being reckless
Dislikes: being told no | turtlenecks | cleaning | cats | the smell of vinegar
Fears: trusting the wrong person/people | permanent death
Quirks: his sadistic grin that he wears at the wrong moments | his love to push people's buttons
Theme Song:


Personality:
challenging
energetic
resourceful
✗ brutal
✗ crafty
✗ erratic

Bio:
Tobias was born in Germany in the late 1800s, a member of a pretty large family from the poorer side of the country. Toby had three older brothers and four younger siblings, two boys and two girls. It was hard for their parents with such a large family. Toby's father worked long hours away from home to try and provide enough money to feed, clothe and home them, and his mother worked at the house. With so many helping hands, the house was usually pretty clean but that wasn't helping with the money aspect of things, so as soon as the kids were old enough to go help their father and work with him, that's what they were sent to do. Toby watched his older brothers do it, one by one, and dreaded the day when it would be his turn. He tried to put it off as long as he could, but eventually, he was old enough.

Toby didn't want to work long hours. He wanted to be able to snap his fingers and have enough money to put his family in a nice home, and feed them until they were fat and happy. That's what he dreamed about as he did the hard work that calloused his fingers and made him sweat. It was hard work, and he hated every second of it. But there was no use complaining, it didn't do any good and just earned him a slap to the face for being unruly and disrespectful. He suffered in silence, dreaming of the day when things would change for him. And that day would come, just not in the way he expected it.

The flu pandemic hit Europe in 1889, originating in Russia and spreading rapidly. It wasn't long before it reached Germany and his entire family was affected. They were all sick, but the hospitals were already full and there was pretty much nothing he could do. The fevers were awful, so when a beautiful face hovered above Toby's own, he thought he was hallucinating. The gorgeous woman offered him a new life, and he agreed, but only if she helped his entire family. She agreed, and then darkness took over Toby's world. When he awoke, he no longer felt sick. In fact, he felt better than he'd ever felt before. But imagine his surprise when he found the woman from his dreams, but no family. He demanded to know where they were, but she just smiled at him and disappeared. Using his newfound speed, he followed her. She'd led him right to his home where they were dragging the lifeless bodies of his family out.

The next century or so was spent in this cat and mouse game between Toby and the woman. He found out a few things about her, like that her name was Rebekah and she was a vampire. As was he now. She was always one step ahead of him, fueling his rage even more as he hunted her down. She would allow him to catch up, only to flash him that smile of hers, teasing him just enough before she disappeared again. They left so much destruction and death in their wake but eventually, she did lose. Toby found her quicker this time, and he ended her life like she ended his family's. It wasn't much longer after that that he found someone else, a mentor of sorts who seemed to be able to talk sense into him when no one else could. Well, for the most part, anyway. But he's been with him and his newfound family ever since.




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When everything you love has been stolen from you, sometimes all you have left is revenge.





Emily Thorne
















hunter



Rae.







full name

Raven Clarke






nickname

Rae






age

22






d.o.b.

February 7th






p.o.b.

London, England






sexuality

Heterosexual

































The Kill


30 Seconds to Mars




















01.



visage

















height

5'8" (173 cm)






weight

112 lbs (51 kg)






hair c.

Dirty blonde






eye c.

Ice blue






species

Hellhound






faceclaim

Cara Delevingne























02.



psyche









virtues

Independent, responsible, fighter, determined, adaptive, intelligent, sensitive deep down, natural leader






vices

Cautious, merciless, hostile, loner, tough, calculated, apathetic, overthinker, cold on the surface






likes

Archery, throwing blades, and weapons of any sort, martial arts, mac and cheese, horror films, working out, organization and planning, sketching






dislikes

Any vehicle she is a passenger in, loud noises, not knowing where she is, too many questions, coconut, dolls, closed spaces






fears

Dying without avenging her parents, not being in control of a situation, failure






quirks

Left-handed, has a slight English accent, hospitals


















03.



history









Raven was born to Horatio and Meryl Clarke in the beautiful city of London, England. As an only child to the rather young parents, Rae grew up with a fierce, fiery, and independent disposition similar to that of her father. Though Horatio had wanted a son to follow in his footsteps, he couldn't deny that his daughter would fit the role perfectly. Horatio and Meryl had moved to London from the countryside to start their own weapons training and self-defense business, convinced that it would provide them with a better life of sorts. And in some ways, it did. Meryl worked as a teacher in a local school and took it upon herself to homeschool her daughter. Horatio was a retired Captain and Armourer in the British Army, having lost his leg in the line of duty. He wanted to take the knowledge that he learned there and turn it into a business of sorts, a way to teach the people of London to defend themselves were they ever to need it. Little did he know that he would be the one to need it most.

After classes every day, Raven grew up training with her father, knowing that one day she would follow in his footsteps and take over the family business. Her future was set in stone from the day she was born, and Rae never really had a problem with that. She appreciated knowing where she would end up, hating the thought of the unknown. She was agile, stealthy, and swift. She could fire any weapon with deadly accuracy. Though in some ways she was outmatched in hand-to-hand combat, she took her small stature and speed and used it to her advantage, eventually being able to take down even the strongest of men. But, this type of childhood was very isolating for her. Her days were spent either in the makeshift classroom in the dining room of their mew home, or at her father's studio where she eventually became an assistant instructor at 14. She did not really make friends or go out as "normal" teenagers should, leading to a rather lonesome life with the exception of her parents. For the most part, however, Rae was content.

Though she had read the books and seen the movies, Raven never believed that creatures like vampires and werewolves could exist. They were just fairy tales, stories made up to scare small children and apparently woo teenage girls with their sparkly beauty. So when a pale man with dark hair and blood-red eyes broke into their home one night, that was the farthest thought from her mind. In fact, she couldn't help but think the poor man had no idea whose home he was trying to burglarize. She didn't realize he wasn't there for their money or jewelry. No, he was on the hunt for something much more sinister. Rae will never forget the sounds of her mother's screams nor the sight of her pale, lifeless body as the man dropped her to the floor of their kitchen, the last bits of her blood seeping out from two puncture wounds in her neck. Or the way the man so easily ripped out her father's throat as he tried to defend them, sending arterial blood splattering onto the green floral wallpaper of their living room. It was carnage, something a 15-year-old girl should never have to see.

The man moved with speeds that her human eyes could not track. The bullets fired from her gun and the knives she attempted to throw didn't seem to affect him at all. He didn't even seem to bleed. Were it not that he was already satiated, Raven would have most certainly been dead. Instead, however, he left into the night without a trace, leaving the teenage girl to deal with the aftermath of his attack. The police came, but not a single officer believed her story. Chalking it all up to shock and trauma, they placed her in a foster home with mandated therapy. But Rae would be damned if she didn't get revenge for her parents. So she ran away. She found herself in the grips of survival, alone and unsure. For a while, she lived entirely on her own, surviving on stealing and staying out of sight. She trained and researched everything she could, learning about hunters and the reality of supernatural creatures. It took her about a year to stumble upon an underground organization of hunters in the United States. She traveled there and has been hunting in the area ever since. Raven, fueled by rage, has made it her life's mission to find the vampire that killed her parents and will take down anyone or anything that gets in her path. When she inevitably does, she won't miss again.


















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05.



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Horatio Clarke



Raven's father, deceased.

















Meryl Clarke



Raven's mother, deceased.





















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powers

-Hellhound Physiology: the ability to take on the form of a hellhound, a supernatural canine connected to the Underworld and is usually considered an omen of death
-Pathokinesis: the ability to manipulate and control one's emotions, whether that be removing their emotions, changing their feelings, or forcing them to feel something they hadn't originally intended






drawbacks

-Crowds: Like some forms of telepathy, Rae's pathokinesis does not have an off switch. When in a room, she can feel every single emotion every person in that room is feeling. For that reason, crowds are absolutely overwhelming.
-Emotionless: Because she can listen to, play with, and corrupt other people's emotions, Rae doesn't spend much time on her own. Though her actions often show that she does care, Rae often keeps her own emotions locked away.






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piercings







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scars

Several small marks across her body from her intensive training




















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Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.





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vampire



Kai.







full name

Malakai Scott






nickname

Kai






age

Appears 27






d.o.b.

August 19th






p.o.b.

Champagne, France






sexuality

Heterosexual

































Monster


Skillet




















01.



visage

















height

6'1" (185 cm)






weight

168 lbs (76 kg)






hair c.

Dark brown






eye c.

Dark brown






species

Vampire





faceclaim

Nathaniel Buzolic























02.



psyche









virtues

Courageous, charming, innovative, laid-back, friendly, optimistic






vices

Materialistic, spiteful, manipulative, cunning, selfish, vain






likes

Gambling, women, sex, reading, black coffee, large cities, sleeping in






dislikes

Cold weather, strawberries, politics, airplanes, whales, soap operas, authority






fears

Being alone, making a fool of himself, betrayal






quirks

Dog-ears the pages of books to mark his spot, flicks on and off his lighter absentmindedly


















03.



history









Malakai was born a few decades before the fall of feudalism in Champagne, France to Lord Olivier and Lady Brigitte Scott. As a child of nobility, Kai did not have to perform manual labor and instead was promised the inheritance of his father's tariff. While Malakai was raised wealthy with servants to wait on him hand and foot, he never became accustomed to that lifestyle. Kai would rather be out running around, helping others, and learning than staying inside listening to his father drone about business and lordship.

As he grew older, Malakai became very well educated, particularly excelling in learning new languages. By the time he was sixteen years of age, Kai had already mastered French, English, German, and Italian. His desire to know and befriend people from all walks of life fueled this passion. Everyone under his father's rule generally liked Kai, his care-free spirit adding to his charm.

Unfortunately, Malakai was the exact opposite of his father in terms of personality. Lord Scott was an incredibly cruel man. He refused to let his people leave the land, even in the case of an emergency. Jacques worked his people to the pinnacle of exhaustion and required an enormous amount of goods from them as a tax for farming his land. For these reasons, the people of Scott's parcel absolutely despised the man and wished for his death.

By the time Kai had turned eighteen, he had met a lovely woman from a different county in France. His favorite feature of hers was her eyes, so strikingly blue that Kai felt lost at sea every time he looked into them. They became lovers, and Kai was intent on marrying her and making her the lady of the Scott's land one day. She, however, refused to marry him, telling Kai that she was no good as a lady because she could not bear him any heirs. Kai did not care about any of that, but he couldn't change her mind.

Soon thereafter, the French Revolution broke out in full force. During the Reign of Terror, the Scotts were far from safe. Though Kai was generally liked by the people of his father's lordship, he was still the heir to a cruel lord. This made Kai as well as his parents enemies of the revolution. It didn't take long for the rebels to capture the Scotts and order them to be killed at the guillotine. Kai's lover was distraught by the thought of his death and thus decided to reveal to him her biggest secret. Sneaking into the holding quarters one dark night, she slipped into Kai's cell and sunk her fangs into his neck.

The following morning when Malakai had realized what she had done, he was absolutely terrified and thus tried his best to escape. With heightened speed and strength, Kai broke from his confinement just in time to watch his parents be murdered at the guillotine. Any more time wasted, and he would have been next. Still terrified of the woman and his newfound abilities, he escaped France for America and spent many years learning to control his abilities and build a new life for himself. He now works as a fine dining executive chef in Philadelphia.


















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05.



connections

















Olivier Scott



Malakai's father, deceased.

















Brigitte Scott



Malakai's mother, deceased.





















06.



miscellaneous

















tattoos







piercings

None






style

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scars

Two very faint puncture scars on the side of his neck




















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Rowan Fairday




Phoenix






















  • Basic Information








    Name: Rowan Fairday
    Nickname: Ro
    Age: 21
    Gender: Female
    Sexuality: Heterosexual









    Appearance








    Face Claim: Barbara Palvin
    Hair: Dark Red/Brunette
    Eyes: Silver Blue
    Height: 5’7”
    Body Markings: Curse Mark Over Heart









    Theme Song: TBD

















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Zachariah Crowley




Vampire






















  • Basic Information








    Name: Zachariah Crowley
    Nickname: Zach/Zachary
    Age: Appears to be 30
    Gender: Male
    Sexuality: Heterosexual









    Appearance








    Face Claim: Henry Cavill
    Hair: Black
    Eyes: Blue
    Height: 6’1”
    Body Mods: Old school scar on his left leg









    Theme Song: TBD

















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