Fantasy Strangers In Dappled Wonderland (Character Sheets)

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Welcome all, to a world unlike you've ever seen.

In this thread, you will find the many different individuals who are a part of this twisting tale. There are no character sheet requirements that I'm going to limit you to, as I trust that each of you know your precious characters best. I know that you will put the information that is most important about them. I do ask for a section containing their newfound ability/item, and how it relates to a major part of their overall personality.

And now, to introduce your lovely host!

Name: Hux
Species: Arbiter/Divine Judge
Gender: Agender; presents as male
Age: ???
Sexuality: Bisexual
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Personality:
Hux cannot be described in words that humans can understand. He's the prickling feeling of cold sweat on the back of your neck when you know something's following you in the woods at night. The twitch of the arteries in your neck when you supernaturally sense that your life is soon going to come to a close. Conversely, he's like the rush of endorphins you get after winning a jackpot at the slot machine. The bright, shining lights, varying in every possible neon color. The dinging of bells signaling that you're the one and only winner. The cheers of people around you, filling your head and triggering the elated smile on your face. The high of life. He makes you feel like someone who is beyond lucky to be alive in the space that you occupy. He feels like bone-chilling danger - the type that makes your hands tremble and your stomach drop like lead.
Most of all, he brings about a feeling of purely primal fear.
This is perfect for bringing out the best and worst in people, is it not? You must see all sides of an individual in order to judge their souls. Their highest hopes and most violent, terrifying lows.

Hux acts superior to humans, and knows from experience that he has the right to act in such a way. He gets what he wants, no matter who is harmed in the process. He's cold and heartless, yet tenderly sweet. He's a collection of contradictions, packaged in the most sinister of gifts. Hux is confident. Unflinching. He takes risks without hesitation, knowing that he can take the consequences.
Backstory:
Hux was not born the way that any Earthly creatures are. Rather, he was created from seemingly nothing, just like the hundreds of brothers and sisters that were made at the same time as he was. Being lost, confused, and scared, Hux was drawn to the voice of his creator and given one order.
"My children... whichever one of you is the strongest is the only one who deserves to live. Now... kill!"
Just like that, Hux's small world became a battle for survival. As he clumsily learned to use his new form and conscience, he learned what it meant to take a life, and how it felt to eat a soul. And another. And another.
Eventually, he was the last one left. The survivor. The winner. He had killed his siblings, and became the only one who deserved life. From the beginning of his existence, Hux learned an important lesson. The strongest are the only ones who call the shots.
After observing human behavior, Hux proved this rule to be true. The powerful, the corrupt - they all were in power.

Hux was made for a distinct purpose - to judge human souls, and decide whether they deserve to be reincarnated or eaten. As a being who thoroughly enjoys eating souls, Hux does not make it easy for humans to pass his tests. He manipulates them. Tortures them. Pits them against each other, making them think their lives are at stake. Watching the destruction and terror that follow simply makes him pleased, knowing that he will have a fresh meal soon to devour.
Appearance:
Hux's truest, most natural form is... a lack of a form at all. From the eyes of any living being, Hux looks to be a shadow. He appears as a collection of constantly moving scribbles, formed messily into the shape of a man. Overall, his form holds no coherence. It's broken. Incomplete. If someone were to focus on one part of him, then they can catch small glimpses of what his body should appear as if it were clear. His red, piercing eyes. Black, goat-like horns curled around his head. A sculpted yet scarred body, like the statue of a Greek god that has become broken and cracked over the ages. His body is scarred, most prominently on his face and neck, which are the most visible. He has a scar running down his left eye, as well as a healed-up gash across his nose. On his neck, there is a scar reminiscent of a claw-mark that must have come from a fanciful, mighty beast. These scars are from his struggle to survive in a battle to be deserving of existence. Hux has no motive to hide them.

With enough energy, Hux can change his appearance to fit in a little more with humans. He tends to appear as male - he has only appeared as a female twice in his life. As of now, Hux appears as tall and muscular, with dark skin and an even darker aura to his being. His hair is curly and short, and is gorgeous in its own way. He keeps his dark horns entirely visible, which are beautifully kept without a single scratch upon them. His eyes are pitch-black, with pupils the bright and eerie color of the blood moon. His fingers and nails are pointed like sharp claws, and have torn through the souls of victims who just couldn't pass the test. His smile is devious, with sharp, gleaming, white teeth lining the inside of his mouth. Hux dresses cleanly, wearing suits or button up shirts and slacks. He looks professional at all times. Handsome, yet dangerous.​

 

[The Crimson King]

Tracking, will replace with a form when I have time to make one.

 

[.sheep.wolf.]

Name: Cas Barrin
Species: Human
Gender: Gender-Fluid (He/She/They/It)
Age: 21
Sexuality: Bisexual
S.A: TBD
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Personality:
You couldn't find Cas in a library or a park. You could find them in the sewer system, or wandering the streets of NYC at night. They are the type to go sneaking around at night and vandalize something. They would go climb a building for ten bucks. They have a tendency of being quite sarcastic and pissing people off. Normally they are not very quiet, whether talking to someone or talking to themself. They have a lot of connections, and could be considered a supplier of many things. That's how they make money as well. Their parents never cared, once they found out Cas wouldn't go to College and they dropped out of Highschool. They were kicked out, and had to make a living on their own. They look happy, care-free, and possibly high. But they are pretty readable. They can't read the room very clearly, and could make jokes where they shouldn't, and tend to laugh a lot. Anything remotely funny, or not, could set them into a fit of laughter. They don't take many things serious, and it gets on nerves easily. They have memory issues, which leads to getting confused a lot.
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Background:
Cas was born October 15, 2000 in Manhattan, New York. They've travelled everywhere around the US, including Savannah, L.A., Tulsa, and more. Although they've always preferred New York. They've never had Cas can't really remember from age 10 below. It's all just a blur. But from ages 11 to 15 they were getting in trouble, vandalizing, getting into fights, stealing, etc. After that it was exactly like up until the present. They would do exactly what they do now, yet they looked younger. Most of everything is a blur. The past year had been filled with gigs, meeting too many people for their liking, sneaking around, getting hurt a lot, and more that Cas can't remember. It's all the same, and pretty simple for Cas. Hopefully a bit more memory will be dug up, but I doubt it.
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Appearance:
Cas' appearance has changed throughout the years, but the most current one would be the following. A rather short (5'4) and thin, pale (But tans easily) masculine looking with faint freckles splashed on. They look rather cat-like as well, with sharper facial features, and a thinner frame (Slightly muscular) They have pale almost-grey green eyes that look icy. But no matter what, there will always be a hint of smile plastered on. Cas has a wider/rounder facial frame with a thin nose. Their mouth is thin, yet wider and surprisingly stretchy. They have elfish ears and a slight outline of They can make many expressions, yet their poker face is pretty good. They have neon, flaming orange curtain bangs with shaggy short hair and navy colored shaved sides pulled into a sloppy ponytail. They have an eye-brow slit on the left side, and don't wear much makeup. They have a scar over their mouth, that looks like they've been clawed by something, like a rabid animal. Normally they wear a mask to hide the scar, which they have with them at all times. They dye their hair basically every month, and add more and more piercings. They have a multitude of ear-piercings, they have eye-brow piercings on the left side, a septum piercing, snake bites, a bridge piercing, a tongue piercing, as well as Dahlia piercings. They typically wear whatever they find in their closet, and you'll never really know what they'll wear next. But you'll know it's never formal. They always wear these pastel, multi-colored converse with spikes on the soles, that always look beaten up. They have sleeve tattoos of doodles they've made, which look like sharpie, with little color. They always have a colorful long trench coat-looking jacket with a lot of deep pockets (Filled with random trinkets and things that Cas has collected) You could easily mistake them for a teen when they are turned around.
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[Aeris]

Name: Genevieve Ashford (Evie)
Age: 19
Personality: To most, Genevieve Ashford was a bubbly, very outspoken young girl. She was the kind that stood out in the crowd do to her bright personality. She did her best to make everyone smile, no matter how hard it seemed. No one ever saw the other side of Genevieve, the insecure side that was terrified of being abandoned by loved ones. The side that hated how fake she had to be because who would want to be friends with someone like her? Genevieve will always put aside her own insecurities if it means she can make a friend feel better.
Background: Genevieve Ashford was born October 28th in Whitechapel, Maine. The Ashford family was highly respected in town, as both her parents were successful doctors. Young Genevieve was expected to grow up following her parents shoes. Except, she didn't want too. Genevieve wanted more than to stay in her small town, doing whatever she was told. She wanted to explore, travel the world and discovering everything it had to offer. So one day she applied for a university in England, without her parents knowledge. The day the acceptance letter arrived felt like a fever dream. Genevieve couldn't believe she was actually going to get away from her predetermined life. Only, that didn't happen. The night she prepared to confront her parents, the worst happened... a group of men broke into their home. Genevieve could only watch in horror as her family was taken away one by one, until she was the only one left. If she's lucky she'll never remember.
Appearance: Genevieve believes herself to be a relatively average looking girl. With mid length brown hair, brown eyes and pale skin, she sees nothing interesting. She stands at 5'3 and weighs roughly 100 lbs. though, some would argue that's a stretch. Genevieve's features are soft, the only feature that stands out are her prominent cheekbones. Her long eyelashes are both a blessing and a curse depending on the day. At a first glance she looks years younger than she actually is. Genevieve is normally wearing leggings and an oversized t-shirt with sneakers. If not leggings than she'll go for athletic shorts. ​