One x One Sir Eward's Agency for the Paranormal and Occult [Characters]

[InsanEleven]

Sir Alden V. Eward
'Allie'; 'The Viscount of Gravesend'​

APPEARANCE​

Age: 19
Birthday: 7th of July
Weight: 63kg (~140 pounds)
Height: 1m 67 ((~ 5' 6")
Hair colour: Dark brown, the type that is black at low light, but has a bit of a chocolate shine to it in the sun or bright light.
Eye colour: Mainly grey with a darker blue undertone, and light golden flecks scattered through in the summer months.​

CAPABILITIES​

Alden is not incapable, quite the opposite at times, as he does come prepared to deal with monsters. It's just that being prepared to deal with the paranormal is difficult in the first place, and sometimes not really quite enough anyway. Especially when you really haven't quite the experience you'd ideally want. Alden knows all the methods to kill a werewolf... but werewolves do tend to also have a lot of methods to kill Alden.
With a little help however, his knowledge can be turned into an invaluable asset.

And perhaps there is more of value to his mind still...

PERSONALITY​

Positive traits
- Knowledgeable
- Driven
- Adventurous
- Kind (although at moments to a fault)

Negative traits:
- Somewhat naive
- No real 'street smarts'
- Easily intimidated
- Curiosity that goes beyond all fears, usually for the worse


Full description:
Alden is smart, really smart... but that's about the only thing he has going for him. He's not strong, not sociable and definitely needs to get outdoors more. One could say he is sheltered, but it is more or less self-inflicted. However, his fascination with the morbid, macabre and otherwise occult leads him into far more danger than a normal person would, and he's not afraid of chasing it. This lack of fear combined with his misplaced naivety leads to some... unfortunate moments. He won't run straight into a werewolf, but trying to catch it to examine it isn't that much better. If anything, it seems people are what he truly fears; he'd rather spend the night within a swamp hunting down bog beasts than spend five minutes in a pub.
This distance between him and ordinary people can be misconstrued as arrogance, or even looking down on them, but that's not really true. Alden really wants to help everyone, but in his own way, and that's not always the way people really prefer. His kindness perhaps somewhat misguided by his obsessions with the occult.​

ORIGIN
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The last of his family, Alden inherited the title of Viscount only at the age of three. But he was never interested in his inheritance of political power, business or any other such nonsense. His parents had been fans of the occult, but misplaced it in artefacts that proved to be mere fashionable trinkets. Archaeology and old stuff mostly, but if you gather enough things, something truly valuable might just pop up. In this case? It was an old doll from the far east, a toy really, that had been lost in between a shipment of the oddities his parents had so adored.
As a child, Alden always spoke of the other, the little girl in the artefact room. Of course there were no other children in the house, it was just him with nannies and teachers. Yet this image of the girl seemed persistent, it returned in his drawings, in every day life. He spoke so highly of her... and it never seemed to fade.

Yet as the years passed, his family's wealth did fade. The political ties not maintained, the businesses bought up from rivals... slowly, bit by bit his family's heritage was plucked apart, until Viscount of Gravesend itself was just a hollow title. First the furniture went, then the personnel... then bit by bit his parent's prised collection got sold off to all parts of the country. And like the shipment it had come with... the doll got stuffed away with a box of far more 'valuable' goods. Alden's friend sold like little more than the artefact others perceived it to be.
He did not know then, what he knew now. That it had been more than an imaginary friend, still today he believes firmly that the girl had been his first encounter with the paranormal. Yet as much as he chases after it, through his studies and his knowledge, he can't seem to replicate it. The mysteries of the paranormal seem to have been withheld from him ever since... until the day that telegram arrived.

 

[GamerCarrot]

Ross Forrest
Age: 20
Birthday: 13th of April
Height: 5"9
Weight: 85kg (Mainly muscle)
Hair Colour: Chestnut brown, with tints of red throughout giving it a red tone when sunlight hits his hair
Eye Colour: An oak green, the colour of leaves just before they turn a chrisp brown in autumn

Capabilities:
When it comes to any knowledge about the paranormal Ross is considerably lacking in that department. He has had his encounters with ghosts in the past only ever knowing of their existence, never knowing about how to deal with them. His physical prowess is where he's most capable though.

Personality:
Positive:

• Playful
• Confident
• Street smart
• Persuasive

Negative:

• Hotheaded
• Shameless Flirt
• Over Confident
• Stubborn (Knowledge wise)

Full Description:​

Ross is intelligent, don't get it wrong but in certain areas he's considerably lacking (mainly in certain areas of the paranormal). He's physically strong, outgoing and street smart. He has always preferred being outside and with people rather being cooped up inside with very little human interaction. His over confidence can be considered his greatest asset as well as his greatest flaw, his over confidence has led him into some dicey situations which he managed to persuade himself out of. Regarding any conversation regarding the paranormal he tends to think he knows what he is talking about when in reality he knows very little.

Origin:​

Ross grew up within a reasonably wealthy family, nothing too luxurious or high class just enough to get by in life. His father was a blacksmith by trade, never dealing with anything occult in the slightest. Ross had picked up the family, when he came of age to do so. Growing up in the same house with his mother, father and a couple of his younger siblings it became difficult especially when ghosts started visiting his house hold. He had to grow up learning to deal with living with them, slowly figuring out why they remained here among the living. He never learnt how to 'remove them' so to speak just learnt how to tolerate them.