Fantasy The End of Silence [Character Sheets]

[Prosellet]

Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:

Role: What type of member role does your character fill within The Order? Examples: Combatant, analyst, medic, alchemist, inventor, organizer, ect. Characters may have two primary designations.

Appearance: One paragraph minimum; picture optional. A general overview of your character's physical attributes.
Defining Physical Traits: Does your character have scars? Is his/her hair or eye color strange? Any tattoos or piercings? Is s/he particularly tall or short? Skinny or muscular? List any physical features that would help identify and/or define your character here. Can be written in a list format.
Clothing: What type of attire does your character wear? Be as descriptive as you want; images are allowed so long as a brief description is provided.

Personality: How does your character perceive and get perceived by the world? One paragraph minimum.
(Optional)
Likes:
Dislikes:

Combat Style: How does your character fight? If s/he is a non-combatant, how does s/he perform his/her role?
Weapon(s): What weapon(s) does your character normally have on his/her person?
Miscellaneous Equipment: Does your character frequently carry an item - or items - on his/her person? Why?

Backstory: How did your character become who they are now? How did s/he get involved with The Order? Two paragraphs minimum.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Name: Sir Holden Griffin Wareham
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Invisible Homid

Role: Infiltrator and Scientist (Speciality: Optical Physics);

Appearance: Although Sir Griffin Wareham's body is entirely invisible, his physical features can still be ascertained through make-up and Wareham's own words. The man is 5'11" (177 cm) tall, broad shoulders, a tight waist. His hair has been noted to be brown by him and pictures that could be acquired before the invisibility. Small nose and middling jawline. As with his other bodily features, his skin colour cannot be seen but has told others that he is white.

Defining Physical Traits: In Holden's own words -- "Most assuredly, my invisible body is the most defining physical aspect. You could watch the play about Hamlet and nor you, nor the actors would be aware of my presence on stage." -- It has been noted that there is a circular scar around Holden's right wrist, you can detect this by powdering the area to reveal the partially indented and lacy area. When someone touches the translucent skin of this physicist, they can note the particularly colder surface temperature if he hasn't been wearing clothes/being near a heat source for a long time. He isn't overly muscular but is quite fit.

Clothing: His attire almost entirely consists of long coats with a variety of colours, his most favourite being the black one with the fur collar from a white hare. Often he is seen with goggles that obscure his invisible eyes, he has three pairs of these goggles with the following lenses: pink, orange, and untinted. He doesn't have a favourite among them but does enjoy the tinted ones. When it's cold out or he needs to hastily apply the bandages to his face, Holden wears a neck warmer or a scarf. Form-fitting gloves are also another necessity when it comes to his invisibility. Long-sleeved shirts, most typically turtlenecks. He has plain trousers but does reserve a pair of striped trousers for celebratory events within the order. Oxford shoes, typically brown coloured.

Personality: Sir Holden Griffin Wareham is a man of science. And like all men of science, he seeks to test the world and all its' facets. Since he was a young lad, the secrets of the world interested him and drove him to become what he is today. He is an outspoken individual who is not afraid to challenge another's stance or pass his thoughts to them. Of course just because he is outspoken, does not mean that he is senseless with its' use. Despite his disposition, he prefers the company of like-minded chaps who he could discourse with or spend time on various activities. People believe that because of his liberal outlook on life and his hands-off policy in regards to other people, that they are free from his judgement... They are not. His stance towards religion is a curious one, he worships the Abrahamic God but dislikes it when fundamentalists and fearmongers misuse his words to promote anti-scientific behaviour. A small footnote but he really hates it when you're monetarily indebted to him and never return the money. As a matter of principle, he does not receive beggars, salesmen, or police officers to his abode.
(Optional)
Likes: Tea, Hot Chocolate, Horseback-racing with the other gentlemen in the Order, fishing, highly dangerous experiments (although this time, precautions will be taken.), and piety in Christianity.
Dislikes: Ruffians, Provacators, Propagandists, Fundamentalists, Loons, Mingebags, brothels, and deviants.

Combat Style: Wareham rarely fights since his speciality is to sneak into facilities but should a need arise, he prefers boxing but is not afraid to choke out an enemy.
Weapon(s): When dressed, Wareham defers to his (as he calls it) handy-dandy friend-maker, the Kerr-Patent Revolver 5-shot with .45, it is outdated by now but the old bird is still helpful in a fight; a pen-knife for when his quill needs to sharpen... Or when a poor pillock's carotid needs nipping; When invisible, whatever is at hand.
Miscellaneous Equipment: A silver pocket-watch that has a woman's picture on the interior of the cover, leather wallet, and a little magnifying glass that easily fits in a pocket or obscurable in a sleeve.

Backstory: Holden Griffin Wareham was born in Nottingham to a policeman and a teacher who, despite their best efforts, struggled to provide for the only child. Even though the young Griffin had to wear ancient clothes and eat the same food every day, he still loved his parents deeply so much so that he never wished to disappoint them. He took his education very seriously, becoming one of the brighter pupils in the classroom. At the age of twenty, the man had gotten engaged to a lovely bird named Siobhan who he first met after attending a lecture at the university where he studied. Three years after his graduation, Holden Griffin Wareham was informed that a relative who studied optics from a medical perspective had gone missing after a fire at his flat. Curious about the research, Holden investigated the disappearance but did not find his missing relative, only managing to recover scraps of the research notes. Holden is not as well-versed in the field of medicine as his relative was but his knowledge of physics and optics vastly outstripped the capabilities of his relative. A full two years of tireless research, Holden had managed to not just recreate but also improve upon the experiment. Sadly with no test subjects, the physicist was forced to experiment on himself... In his own house too. He knew the dangers of the experiment but was confident that none of it would happen. A flick of the switch activated the machine with the chemical cocktail (in the research notes of his relative, it was stated that he ingested opium and another compound then processed himself with a radiator engine however Holden devised a machine that would instead transfer the invisibility to him.) then released a wave of energy towards Holden which rendered the man unseen to the human eye. Tragedy struck when the machine blew a fuse and exploded, setting the house that he and his wife shared on fire.

He had managed to escape but his way towards his wife was blocked by the raging inferno. She had perished in a blaze of scientific hubris. While Holden now condemned to a transparent life.

Seeking penance for his grave mistake, he took up the mantle of a vengeful spirit that punished ne'er-do-ells. The Order investigating the claims of a vengeful spirit instead found a man who simply wished to repent. Holden happily accepted the Order's offer to become an agent who would defend the thin veil between the human world and the mystical world dutifully. He has been with the Order ever since and time and time again, he proves to be a reliable field agent and researcher.

 

[Aravini]

Name: The Red Stranger (Nickname: Red)

Age: 100+

Gender: Male

Species: Pale Cryptic

Role: Therapist/Organizer

Appearance:

The Red Stranger is tall, standing at 8'11 feet. He skin is pale as snow and his lanky proportions gives the idea that he was a man who stretched thin. His fingers are long with sharp nails. The mouth of the Red Stranger is large and wide, carrying several rows of sharp clean teeth, similar to the teeth structure of a shark. Due to his unique shape of his head, he wears his bowler cap with eyeholes, holding his glasses over it so he could see. The eyes under the bowler are the most normal features out of his body. Simple human eyes with blue pupils.


Defining Physical Traits: The Red Stranger is generally defined by his great height at 8'11 feet. Due to this, it makes it difficult for him to travel within normal places, forcing him to either crouch or even go in all fours. It is one of the main reasons why he couldn't go out for missions.

Clothing: The Red Stranger wears a clean red suit with a black tie. Black stripes runs vertically along the suit. It comes with a bowler hat and due to the shape of his head, two eye slots are installed with the bowler hat to allow him to see. The bowler hat also has glasses on it to let The Red Stranger see clearly.

Personality:

The Red Stranger is a curious person. He often asks questions and push people to find any information he could. Information is something his savours and value, in a way its what's keeping him alive. Though he always tries to be welcoming to everyone around, making sure they are comfortable, helped by his deep and calming voice. He always try to be respectful and never violating of his peer's boundaries.

His work as a visitor therapist is something he takes pride in. He believes he was put on this earth to help the sick minded, a righteous crusade he was born to do. Rehabilitating is the most clean method, devouring them and ridding them from the world is the messier method.

Red enjoys having sessions with the supernatural. Due to their different experience, their psychology is different from a common human, attracting his attention. Though he always try to respect their boundaries, similar to his attitude to humans, often times his curiosity gets the better of him.

The sharp razor tooth he has isn't just used to consume people. Red has a strong sweet tooth, he always make sure he is carrying sweets at anytime to satisfy his sugar full lust.

Despite his monstrous appearance, he is an educated man. He enjoys reading literature and informative pieces as it enriches him. The library is where he would mostly be in his private times. He always tries to keep organized, any lost paper and files he would sort out neatly. It what makes him the perfect organizer. In a way he could be considered a neat freak.

Letting his bloodlust fully control is what he fears most. Losing his knowledge and dignity, becoming nothing more than a monster is a fate worse than death to him. It is why he only uses his ability when there's no other choice.




Likes:

-Sweets and Chocolates
-Talking to the supernatural
-Reading
-Clever Discussions

Dislikes:

-Vegetable
-Losing his Sanity
-Gaining Bloodlust
-Untidiness


Combat Style: Though The Red Clown is non-combatant, he attacks mainly with his sharp teeth. Often he uses his special ability of granting illusions to assist him but rarely uses it in full potential due to the drawback of him loosing his sanity.

Weapon(s): Though he doesn't carry a weapon, he uses his razor sharp teeth and hands to fight. If necessary, he grabs tools from his red briefcase.

Miscellaneous Equipment: The Red Stranger carries a special item, a red briefcase. The briefcase, despite its standard look, has almost an limitless bottom as it is able to carry various items. Ranging from important documents of possible 'patients' to medical items.

Backstory:

The Red Stranger is a creature of mystery, even he himself doesn't know how he came to be. Was he human? Was he a monster? Was he something else?

All he knew was his purpose.

Red targets the weak minded, infiltrating their homes to discuss their wellbeing. Those who accept him and allow him to heal them would be left alone and be 'rehabilitated'. Those who reject him and unable to be 'rehabilitated' would be put into sleep and eaten alive.

Often times his 'sessions' with them includes using his ability of illusions to assist in his work. Though he only uses it when necessary as each time he uses it he loses sanity and increases his bloodlust.

To some, he's an angel in disguise who helps the weak in their darkest time. To others, he's a demon who targets the weak and trick them into falling for his deception. The Red Stranger never cared for the reputation, all he cares was following his purpose, healing the sick one way or the other.

As years go by, her learns there are supernatural creatures like him that exist in the world. Due to their different experience, their psychology quite different than a common human, making him attracted to them.. Often times he tries to have sessions with them...if he doesn't get attack of course. He's curious but not dumb.

The Red Stranger was captured by the organisation when he indirectly targeted a member. He didn't put up a fight however, as he knew it wouldn't have assisted them in anyway.

As he was taken by them, he decided to make a deal. He would work with them, acting as their therapist and their information organizer due to his high intellect. In return, he has free range of his work and able to study the supernatural.

 

[screaming armadillo]

Casimir DuCote​

• Basics
• Appearance
• Personality
• Combat
• Backstory

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  Name: Casimir DuCote
  Age: 25
  Gender: Male
  Species: Human
  Role: Combatant first, analyst second and general lackey to Alice third(although it certainly seems like first sometimes).
  
  
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  Appearance:
  Steel blue eyes and hair akin to drying blood seem to enhance the paleness of his face. Standing at an approximate 5’10 (178cm), Casimir is by no means a large man. With an upper body shaped like a narrow ‘V’ he is fit enough to justify the career with a toned musculature due more so to low body fat than a workout routine. His hands are notably rough, they are the simplest indicator that his life was not free from toil.
  
  Defining Physical Traits:
  A mostly nocturnal lifestyle has left him a bit pale, something probably not helped by his bleeding heart. Lively as he is, Casimir managed to find the time to lose half his ring and the first nub of his right pinky in a “workplace incident”. Then there are the curious scratch marks on his back and what definitely looks like a gunshot wound on his buttocks. Unsurprisingly the latter is an ever-present source of embarrassment for him.
  
  Clothing:
  Leading an unpredictable life as he does it has proven best to keep a varied wardrobe. One day Casimir may be amongst society wearing a well tailored outfit consisting of a not so tall top hat, puff tie, collared shirt, vest and trousers. Then the next he could be wading through a storming swamp in boots, leather duster and a cowboy hat. Yet it would seem he has little desire to subscribe to the new wave of eastern fashion and refuses to be seen in a high hat.
  
  
  Examples:
  
  
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  Spoiler: Rugged wear

  

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  Personality:
  An engaging young man of proper upbringing who carries himself with confidence, with back straight and head held high all without the sense of superiority that some attain with social class. A consummate professional, he very well understands the nature of the work and the chaotic beings it does involve. Still, he is young and bound to some of the traits of youth. Traits such as an untrained tongue which hasn’t quite learned that silence is sometimes golden. Perhaps more troublesome is a recklessness born from his almost brazen belief that it will all work out in the end.
  
  Likes:
  
  1. A good bowl of red beans & rice
  2. Relaxing by a campfire (a fireplace works just as well)
  3. Chicory with his coffee
  4. Cigars
  5. Socializing
  Dislikes:
  
  1. Murky water
  2. Leeches
  3. Mosquitoes
  4. Strawberries (the seeds are annoying)
  
  
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  Combat Style:
  Guns, knives or fist it doesn’t matter so long as the job gets done. Bold as that may sound it is also plenty reckless, but fortune and undertakers favor the bold.
  
  Weapon(s):
  Typically carries a Schofield revolver and a dagger that, with the help of a Vatican priest, had been sanctified and engraved with holy text. For festive occasions he will bust out a Spencer ‘82 pump shotgun, and for special occasions he carries a handful of shells consisting of magnesium shards for…fiery results.
  
  Miscellaneous Equipment:
  A leather wallet, belt, holster and sheath for obvious reasons. Bullets for even more obvious a reason. He has a silver pocket watch that probably doesn’t work if the hole is any indication.
  
  
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  Backstory:
  The DuCotes have been apart of the Order for nearly two centuries, of which the near entirety has been spent serving the American branch. Recent decades have seen them centered around the port city of New Orleans, a veritable hotspot of merging cultures and the supernatural that come with it. From the strange things of distant lands brought ashore by pirates to the secretive Kowi anukasha of the Choctaw people, and yes even a bit of Voodoo magic to boot. As if that wasn’t enough already add on a Civil War backdrop followed by Reconstruction to create quite the intriguing setting to raise a child. Enter Casimir, only child of the second generation New Orleans DuCotes.
  
  Born into the business as he was the process of building him up for the job was not a militaristic affair, instead it was one almost like a lordship. A serious matter that needed more than an iron hand instilled upon him at an early age, yet it could be said that Casimir was coddled to a degree. Rarely was he allowed to handle even the most mundane of jobs alone, most often accompanied by his father. But with age advancing onto the elder DuCote it was best for the younger to handle the delivery of goods to the London branch. As for the strange matters taking place he was advised to lend a helping hand without getting himself killed.

 

[A Murder Of Corviknight]

Leonard
Winterspring

Paradise is but a dream / I hope those dreams are sweet for you

Basic Information

Full Name

Leonard Winterspring

Nicknames

Leo, Hatchling (parent only)

Role

Combatant | Explosives Alchemist | Minor reconnaissance

Gender

Male

Age

Twenty-eight (28)

Date of Birth

January 22th

Species

Shapeshifter with an Arctic tern strain

Appearance

Hair Color

Snow white with splash of black and red

Eye Color

Dove grey

Height

5'11" (180 cm)

Build

Lean strength

An individual who is handsome with a soothing aura due to his bloodline and simultaneously preens about it yet is careless about it. He doesn’t care much for what he wears as long as it’s easy to move around in but he still appreciates compliments all the same. With his unwavering smiles or smirks and tall, sturdy figure many get the first impression of a soothing presence. That is, until the chipper shapeshifter throws you out of bed at the crack of dawn with the manic cheer of a dog with a bone. Then, suddenly you realize this man is less of a personal pretty asylum and more of a personal hell.

Clothing. Leo typically wears clothing that’s easy to move around in. Usually his clothing has hoods attached so he can easily slip it over his head to cover his hair and some of his face. Most of his clothes are white or at least cream in color. He claims that darker clothes make him look too dreary and ready for a funeral. Apparently he would rather take the hassle of cleaning stains out of light colored clothes than look dreary.

Personality

Likes

A challenge, science, explosions, flying, sea food

Dislikes

Staying indoors for too long, being stuck in medbay, oatmeal, paperwork, getting caught

A seemingly easy-going guy who most people get the impression that he would be someone you can easily get along with. Most people have a good first impression of him only to slowly realize in horror that Leo is actually unhinged in an awfully cheerful way. Whether out of lack of awareness or just pure gleeful sadism, Leo is extremely insistent that he (and anyone unfortunate enough to be assigned to work with him) must be up at the crack of dawn with the morning sun. Or as he likes to say “let’s not waste daylight!” even if the sun hasn’t peaked over the horizon yet. At a glance he seems like a tireless soul with unyielding determination to be as lively as possible.

But when he’s on his best behavior, he only seems to be an optimistic individual with a lot of energy to burn. He’s definitely someone you would call bright, both in intellect and personality. However, you shouldn’t mistake his cheerful demeanor for kindness or gentleness. After all, one doesn’t grow up under a warrior without some tough love to smooth out their emotional armors.

You’re only as strong as your greatest weakness.
With fake optimism, Leo does his due diligence of hiding away his more unsavory bits of personality. Ironically, he’s actually fairly unrepentant when he does step on someone’s sensibilities. The only thing he dares to fear is the wrath of his adoptive mother catching wind of his misbehavior (and Lucian’s mountains of paperwork). But if you were to remove the threat from the equation, Leo is a capricious sort with very little care for those outside his duties and his loosely termed “flock”.

He’s the type that gives off the air of someone who would get along with anyone but actually rarely actually makes friends. Perhaps it’s callous of him, but he dislikes the idea of connecting and staying with people who can’t keep up with him.

As someone who raised him, even Vivian admits that he’d probably be the first to let someone unrelated to him die to save more people. Not because it’s what his heart tells him but it’s what he interprets as his duty and job. But also Vivian never mentions how this is the same relentless child who would drag himself and his friend’s corpse back home through a storm because it was what he promised.

To others, maybe they find peace in their morals. But to Leo, he finds his peace in his oaths and the world he built with his own calloused hands.

Backstory

While Leo can’t say he was born into The Order, he can definitely say he grew up within its influence. As an infant, he was left at his adoptive mother’s doorstep with a strange blade, Leo’s given name, species and other vague but important information about his kind. Vivian has vaguely mentioned at one point that his parents are likely dead in an unmarked grave. It was a fairly short conversation that ended in “it’s not like I can love them”.

Vivian, as someone who lived a long time, raised him the only way she knew how. As someone who would survive even the worst luck and a warrior who would drag themselves out of the worst of conflicts.

You can care for others because love can give you drive. But you shouldn’t let failure of love be what puts you 10 feet under.

Don’t expect others to save you. Maybe they will. Maybe they won’t. The only thing you can be sure about is your own self.

“You may fall but it’s only when you stay fallen that you die. Even if someone keeps you alive. You will be dead because your will is dead.”

Perhaps, his upbring isn’t another’s ideal childhood. But Leo still wouldn’t trade his life and world for anything because he has reached “today” on his own two feet. He respected his mother too much to try to look back for misery to turn. As he had learned over the years, only he could determine what makes him happy.

It was why, when Vivian told him he didn’t need to join The Order once he came of age, Leo still stayed. The old water spirit only searched his face for uncertainty before letting him pass forward.

Relationships

Vivian Winterspring: One of the vanguard of The Order. She raised Leo as her own after she found him left at her doorstep one day. She’s sure she knows who Leo’s biological parents are. But she took Leo’s lack of care towards them into consideration and left the subject alone out of respect for her son’s boundaries.

When the mother-son pair are compared side to side, with her calm compared to his chaotic cheer, many wonder just how she had the energy to raise such a child. Vivian isn’t sure either but she likes to think that he came out quite alright considering her lack of experience in childcare. She doesn’t understand why she gets horrified looks of dawning realization when she mentions that she raised him like a very delicate new vanguard trainee.

Vivian herself is a water spirit but is unsure of her origins to put a proper name to her species.

Cain Worth: Completely unrelated to the House of Worth design house. Leo’s last remaining childhood friend. He is Leo’s oldest friend not because the rest died but because the rest got chased off by Leo...being Leo. Initially, they became friends because Cain punched a kid’s nose in then patched up his little sister like nothing happened. That, and Cain always got into the most interesting fights because of chasing away his sister’s suitors (he’s not a creepy siscon, his sister begs him to chase them off). That, or because he pissed someone off with his condescending smile again.

He’s from a long line of “reformed” Ceffyl Dŵr. Leo often wonders if Cain’s sadistic wrath has to do with his bloodline or just his personality. Still, they’re good friends who understand and respect each other. However, sometimes you may see a horse-like cryptid trying to drown a certain bird to no avail.

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Combat

Combat style

If away from unaware humans, Leo’s favorite style of combat is to start with mapping out the terrain as an avian before dive-bombing his enemies. Skilled and well-practiced in shifting between forms quickly, Leo can easily shift mid-flight without pause. It’s not unusual to see Leo stomp down on an enemy with all of his human form’s weight before cutting into another within the same second.

He’s also proficient in fighting as part of the vanguard with his sword and his explosives. While he does love his explosives, sometimes he has to refrain due to delicate terrain. At that point, Leo resigns himself to sticking with the sword and his...small collection of knives. But if he somehow finds himself completely disarmed, he is not above using his hands to dig into weak points. (Warning: Eyes, neck, hair, groin, toes, etc.)

Weapons

- Explosives: Explosives formed with alchemy that are tailored to his preferences.
- Sword: A sturdy but strange looking blade. Leo has always been told that it was with him when they found him as a baby.
- Knives: “Never know when you might need one!” Usually has a knife or...several on him. He’s not a master with knife work but keeps them hidden and on hand just in case he needs one.

Miscellaneous Equipment

- Empty vials: Used to collect samples or store particularly volatile materials that need to be isolated from other substances like moisture.
- Extra gloves: If you know there’s a high chance your gloves will burn, you should always have extra on hand.
- Vial of temporary hair dye solution: Formulated by Leo with alchemy for his hair when he goes outside where there are a lot of humans. It’s waterproof and needs a separate solution to wash off.

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[Necromantic]

• Exorcist
• Exorcist's "Demon"

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  Name
  "Sasha"
  Aleksander "Sasha" Akutagawa
  Age
  "Twenty seven....Stop looking at me like that."
  27
  Gender
  "....You blind?"
  Male
  Sexuality
  "Petty things like love are far from ideal...But I guess I wouldn't turn down sex."
  Bisexual, not very interested in romance but you can try.
  Species
  "Human, last I checked"
  Human, Alchemist
  
  Role
  Medic/Medical Alchemist (Primary), Exorcist (secondary)
  
  Appearance
  "I don't think I'm anything special, honestly."
  Cute, but otherwise pretty unremarkable as far as humans go. Sasha is a short man, standing at about 5'3", with an abnormally young appearance- A side effect of all the restorative potions he's throughout his life, his growth was hindered and he's maintained a youthful glow. His hair is blond, and long enough to nearly reach his shoulders. The fringes are pulled back into a short Dutch braid, so they don't get in the way when he's working. His eyes are teal in colour. He has a scar on his collarbone, due to that being Izanagi's entry point into his body.
  Defining Physical Traits
  His most notable trait is probably his eccentric way of dress. A few other defining features would be his height, the scar on his neck, and the fact that he's very bad at showing his emotions.
  Clothing:
  It's Albedo's clothes he's fucking wearing Albedo's clothes who let this man in a clothes store and where sells that shit in 1889
  
  Personality
  "...Hold still now, this will hurt."
  Sasha, first and foremost, doesn't express his emotions very well and can be hard to read. He almost always speaks in a calm voice with little inflection and wears a blank expression. To add to that, he's polite and professional in almost all of his dealings. This could be seen as ironic, compared to his clothes which are definitely a bit eccentric. Nevertheless, he does have emotions, he's just not good at conveying them unless it's in extremes.
  
  As a consequence of his inability to express himself, he's known for casually insulting people. He actually gets irritated very easily and has no problem with calling people a bitch to their face...But despite bit irritability, he's actually a very easy going guy and doesn't generally get more than mildly annoyed.
  
  He's genuinely passionate about healing people and takes his job seriously. However, he's known to be a bit quick to start a fight and he always seems too eager to set broken bones that he causes.
  
  Likes
  Money
  Medicine
  The scent of ground herbs
  Chocolate
  Music
  Science
  Filling a mayonnaise container with vanilla custard and eating it with a spoon where people can see
  Dislikes
  High shelves
  Izanagi
  Guns
  Religion
  When the Gramophone needs wound up again
  Dogs
  
  Combat Style
  "Of course I can fight, stop giving me that look."
  As an exorcist, Sasha is, of course, skilled in combat, though he prefers not to fight unless he's faced with a (malicious) demon. He prefers to use knives or daggers, but he's also decent with a gun.
  
  "What Exorcism requires is faith, though...And some magic, of course. It doesn't matter what I believe in, as long as I fully believe it'll work. I don't care for religion....So I put my faith in myself. How did you think so many different religions had exorcists?"
  
  Of course, exorcism consists of more than fighting demons. He has to be able to expel from them from people's bodies, rid places of spirits, purification... A lot of stuff. Most of this, he performs through the common methods: salt, sage, runes, seals, simply talking to the spirit/demon/whatever, removing the object it's attached to, etc. Removing or purifying something from a body, however, tends to require some magic in addition to the normal things. He doesn't use conventional religion to do this, as he lacks any faith in religion. Instead, his catalyst for that magic is singing, rather than scripture or chants.
  As a medic
  For the most part, he just sells healing products unless contracted to go out on the field. Sasha knows very limited magic outside of what he uses to exorcise demons, but he's capable of healing minor wounds and creating potions to speed up the healing of larger ones. Of course, he can also set broken bones, bandage people, so on and so fourth- He's even amputated a few limbs during his time there. He's also capable of making energy drinks, headache relief, sleep aids, and so on. Though his magic capabilities may be limited, he's a master in his chosen field.
  Weapon
  "...However, I'm not much of a fighter."
  His weapon of choice is a blessed double edged athame with a wavy blade and a Hawthorne handle that he carved himself. He also carried a gun, though he's not fond of using it, with bullets anointed in holy water.
  Miscellaneous Equipment
  Sasha carries a bag full of medical supplies. Bandages, gauze, tourniquets, etc., as well as a few of his own products. Most of the normal supplies are just kept in a first aid kit, to save space. Additionally, it has the basic components for an exorcism- His Athame, a pen, paper, runes, holy water, salt, and some sage. And there's some empty vials.
  
  Backstory
  "One of the less interesting ones here, I'm sure."
  Sasha was born to a Russian mother who came from a long line of exorcists. He has no recollection of his time in Russia, nor when she took a trip to Japan when he was two, and not even when she met an apothecary man during her stay and decided to settle down with him. Half the time, he doesn't even remember that he's not biologically related to his four older siblings- It all happened when he was too young to remember. So, he grew up in a stable household, one of the middle children out of eight.
  
  From his mother he learned how to exorcise malicious entities, and from his father he learned the art of making healing. His father was no alchemist, though, and Sasha took up an interest in alchemy on his own time. It was a surprise to both of his parents....But it didn't garner him too much attention, they had seven other kids to look after, after all, most of whom were trying to show off their own talents and get attention from their parents. So they simply found a tutor for him and let him learn like that, as they couldn't do much to help him. Even when it came to exorcisms, he hadn't chosen a specific religion or deity to put his faith into, so they didn't need to help him learn about what he was believing in.
  
  Sasha was one of the middle children of eight and one that his parents couldn't teach themselves, resulting in him becoming very withdrawn and lonely. That wasn't to say he had a bad childhood, his parents loved him and his mother was especially doting toward him, but they had other children to care for as well, children that were doing things they understood.
  
  However, this practically set him, a child that wanted to be noticed, up to do something stupid. It started when he heard a rumour about an exorcist who had a demon assistant coming to the town they lived in. Nineteen years old at the time, it got him thinking- Could he do that? Demon summoning was supposed to be complicated magic that could have deadly consequences if done wrong, but if he could memorize numerous formulas for his alchemy and sheet music surely he could manage something like that? All he'd need to do is find the instructions. It'd be something impressive. God, did he want to stand out.
  
  So, he studied how to summon a demon when nobody was around. It didn't seem too complicated, no worse than the things he normally did, so he was sure that he wouldn't fail.
  
  The summoning went wrong.
  
  He didn't do it quite right, and after an entity appeared, he promptly entered Sasha's body and tried to possess him, resulting in a power struggle for control of his body that lasted hours. Then, when the demon decided that this body wasn't worth the trouble, he tried to exit it, only to find that he couldn't. All night, they tried to find a way to expel him, Sasha even deciding that he'd let him roam free if it just got the thing out of him. As one might assume, it didn't work. Sasha's summoning had failed in a rather spectacular way, resulting in the summoned entity being bound permanently inside his body. What was worse, he realized he hadn't even gotten the kind of demon he was trying for, it was a yokai that'd answered him! If he hadn't have royally fucked up, the Kitsune would've been able to exit his body once he was done wreaking havoc, but now the thing was stuck inside him.
  
  Once he'd exhausted himself and realized nothing he was doing was working, he headed back home to figure out what he could do. Should he tell his mother and hope she could help? No, she couldn't know he'd tried something so stupid. Ask his siblings for help? No, he couldn't do that either. His parents greeted him with angry concern when he came in, and then more worried concern when they saw the state he was in. He lied and said some guys had started a fight with him and he was fine, then went up to his room after they were done trying to comfort him.
  
  He didn't know if he was safe to be around them, and he couldn't let them figure out what happened. He was scared that the Kitsune would manage to forcibly take control of his body. He was scared of his family having to kill him. He was scared, period. So, he did the most reasonable thing he could think of: He fled the country to try searching for a way to fix this.
  
  His search for help is what led him to The Order. If he joined them, he could have access to any research he thought could help him in his efforts to remove Izanagi.
  
  Extras
  He runs a store that sells handmade medicine, both (mostly) nonmagical and magical.
  
  Musical prodigy, he can learn to play any instrument you put in his hands and has a good singing voice.
  
  Plays the piano in his store regularly, and what kind of music he's playing is a good way to judge his mood. Simple, peaceful melodies? He's in a good mood. Complicated and fast? Get out.
  
  He can allow Izanagi to control his body, but doesn't like to.​
• 
  
  
  

  Name
  "Nothing this human tongue could say. Sasha calls me Izanagi, so just go with that."
  "Izanagi"
  Age
  "...I'm an adult."
  Adult
  Gender
  "Sasha's body is male and so is my real one- Stop looking at me like that!"
  Male
  Species
  "I'm a fox, of course"
  Kitsune yokai
  
  Role
  n/a he's just Sasha's +1.
  
  Appearance
  "Well who the fuck do you think I look like?"
  There's no physical difference between Izanagi and Sasha.
  Defining Physical Traits
  You can tell when it's Izanagi using Sasha's through his body language. Whereas Sasha is more reserved, Izanagi carries himself proudly and actually has facial expressions. And...If these aren't enough, in direct sunlight Izanagi's shadow will have six fox tails.
  Clothing
  Whatever Sasha puts on
  
  Personality
  Izanagi is, by all means, what you'd expect from a Yako Kitsune. He's loud, rude, mischievous, and enjoys violence. He really likes violence. He'd love to be able to set fire to houses and leave Sasha's body when people caught him, however...Being stuck in this body and not wanting to go to prison (which sounds, in his exact words, "Totally lame"), he's had to refrain from doing so. There's more to him than just an insatiable lust for blood, though. Which I will edit in later.
  Likes
  Children
  Murder
  Watching Leo's domestic terrorism
  Pain
  Fried Tofu
  Arson
  Dislikes:
  Sage
  Dogs
  The current state of his life
  Trains
  DOGS
  
  

  

  Combat Style
  "Ah ha...You want to be my entertainment?"
  If Sasha's confronted with danger, he prefers to allow Izanagi to take control of his body than fight himself, so Izanagi tends to do a majority of the fighting- which, as a malicious Yako Kitsune, he's more than happy to do.
  Weapon
  "Anything is a weapon if you know how to use it"
  Whatever he can get his hands on, can't be picky.
  Miscellaneous Equipment
  Anything Sasha's carrying
  
  Backstory
  Hold on I'm rewriting
  
  Extras
  At least once a day, Sasha will let Izanagi use their body, otherwise he gets a migraine.
  ​

  

 

[Nano]

Volatile Witch

Ann

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  Humans don't think twice about injecting this and that into labrats, right? Exactly. It's the same concept.

  Name

  Annalise Hastings

  Nickname

  Ann

  Age

  twenty-nine (29)

  Gender

  female

  Species

  (mostly) human

  Role

  Alchemist

  Appearance

  Especially when juxtaposed with her reputation as a wicked creature, the thin Ann who barely reaches a height of 5’5” never leaves much of an impression at first glance. Valuing convenience over whatever ladylike ideals society attempts to impress over those who care, Ann’s black hair is cropped short and her pale visage lacks even the slightest dusting of rouge. Her skin is rough and notably in poor condition, at times even decorated with spots of ash from an experiment, evidence of her careless diet and habit of cloistering herself within her poorly-lit laboratory. However, the clever and determined light in her dark eyes gives her an air of reliability in spite of her obvious lack of care towards making herself presentable.
  
  

  defining physical traits

  - Ann is thin and lacks muscle as she sees eating and exercising beyond the bare minimum a waste of time.
  - A small patch of black scales cover her right shoulder, the only physical evidence of her bloodline.
  - The inside of her left elbow is littered with puncture holes from how often her blood is drawn.
  
  

  clothing

  The nature of her work causes Ann to forgo the frills and layers found in the dresses popular with the ladies. If she isn’t so scandalous as to wear pants, she’ll often be seen sporting a simple and flat dress with either a smock or a long coat worn over it. Aside from being difficult to move in, women’s clothes are a fire hazard, making Ann further averse towards them.

  Personality

  A disheveled appearance gives way to a polite and grounded individual capable of spinning amusing conversations that satisfy even the biggest of egos. Ann speaks gently, carefully enunciating every word while retaining a soft tone that pleases the ear. However, rumors warn that her charming words are a mere facade built up in order to get close to her next victim. If a person is to approach Annalise Hastings, they must tread with care, as she is far closer to a viper than a lily with its pure white petals.
  
  In truth, the woman does not necessarily exchange pleasantries with the goal of deception. However, none—not even Ann herself—can refute the rumor in the wind that describes her as a lunatic (or, in harsher wording, a crazy bitch). Her eccentric and overzealous nature when dealing with alchemy ignores all ethics and morals, causing her actions and viewpoints to be highly frowned upon in society. If it weren’t for people’s suspicion towards her concoctions and the repercussions from higher-ups should her experiments get out of hand, she would have no qualms about using any means to get her drugs tested.
  
  In the same vein, Ann’s manner of approaching relationships is unconventional and rather cold in spite of her perpetually vivacious expression. Regardless of race, sex, or age, anything that walks or breathes is simply a specimen in her eyes. As such, her gaze studies their features and body language not as a means to get acquainted with them as potential friends but as ingredients or test subjects. The sole exception to this rule are frogs, her only companions throughout the less pleasant parts of her childhood. Even people she appears friendly with only share a skin-deep relationship with her at best.
  
  

  likes

  - tea
  - pastries
  - potion brewing
  - “strange creatures” (her criteria changes like the weather)
  - frogs are friends, not food...or medicine
  - cooking
  
  

  dislikes

  - coffee
  - people who put tea in milk over milk in tea
  - cats
  - the fact that human bodies need nutrition and sleep
  - paperwork
• Backstory

  The early years of her life taught Ann to plow ahead without asking too many questions. Morals and logic could come after abiding by the rules of survival. She didn’t ask why the witch chose to offer a contract to the most mediocre child within the orphanage. Even when her doubt reasoned with her that she might be jumping from one hell into another, it took less than five minutes for her to press her bloodied thumb to the enchanted parchment. To the young child, selling fifteen years of her life was worth the opportunity to move forward.
  
  From the moment her soul was branded with the name Annalise, she was bound to the witch’s will. Should Evelyn ask for her life, by the rules of the contract, Annalise would slit her throat herself. Fortunately, it never came down to that. Evelyn Hastings was a woman who distinguished people by how useful they were. Her greatest sin was apathy, neither loving nor hating the various faces living in her colorless world. To the witch, Annalise was simply an object she had deemed worth keeping for fifteen years. Aside from taking a few blood samples and feeding her noxious concoctions that never seemed to do much, the witch very much preferred to focus her attention on her cauldron rather than the little girl patiently sitting a few ways to the side with only a handful of caged frogs for company.
  
  The first time Annalise reached for one of the many books piled in Evelyn’s laboratory, she had only done so on a whim. After all, the orphan had never been taught to read and could only study the book’s complicated diagrams at best. What surprised her, however, was how Evelyn pulled the book from her hands and provided her with another, saying that the latter was more appropriate for children. When the little girl admitted that she could not read, the witch coldly gazed at her for a few seconds before heading back off to her cauldron.
  
  Three days later, a servant in the manor stopped Annalise on her way to the lab, stating that she was to attend tutoring rather than sit in the lab that day. Though the little girl was more inclined to believe that it was the servant’s pity that had convinced Evelyn rather than the witch’s own whims, the lessons continued, with her sitting in the lab only every other day. Eventually, her lab days became days in which Evelyn would stoically explain her experiments and what each ingredient she used did. Still, Annalise never asked the witch any questions, even when the woman revealed that she had picked the girl up due to being descended from a hydra and possessing its poisonous blood.
  
  Thus, when fifteen years passed, their time of parting was met without tears. Neither looked back to glance at each other for a final time as Evelyn walked back into the manor while Annalise left the gates for the last time in her life.
  
  Just as she had left her home for fifteen years without much thought, her reasons for joining The Order were equally as whimsical. With neither a goal nor destination in mind, Annalise simply chose the only place that would allow her to continue her studies in alchemy in peace.

  Relationships

  hastings, evelyn

  Ann’s “adoptive” mother and the person who gave her the name Annalise. Though their relationship seems strained right until the end, they simply didn’t feel the need to put their bond into words or physical contact. Nonetheless, the two haven’t seen each other since Ann left the house 7 years ago.
  
  

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• Combat Style

  The deadliest poisons make up the most potent of medicines. Using the poison hosted within her body as a catalyst, the ingredients tossed into her pot are enough to make most stomachs squeeze in terror. However, her medicines do indeed work, as dangerous as the ingredients used to make them seem. Amplifying, neutralizing, or reversing the properties of her ingredients, both organic and inorganic, is a simple matter to the practised witch, and her patients can rest assured that they’re in good hands. That is, if her goal is to chase away wounds or curses in the first place. There’s a reason why she wasn’t hired as a healer even though her “medicines” taste strangely refreshing in spite of the disgusting nature of the things that made it.
  
  Coworkers familiar with her antics are prone to shooting her a dirty look should she ever pronounce herself as a doctor. Moreso obsessed with her research over the wellbeing of others, she’ll badger “interesting” research subjects intensely, though even those she considers outstandingly ordinary are not safe from her ethically questionable experiments. Time after time, those unfortunate enough to accept a drink or food from her have found themselves falling ill or, for the truly unfortunate, turned into a frog. The cure for said conditions are a mere afterthought in the woman’s mind, as she instead requests a detailed description of the victim’s symptoms.
  
  The people who know her best will advise to never accept anything ingestible from the woman no matter how good it smells, as the chance that she has tampered with it is definite. Even waiting for her to taste it first is futile, as learned by one particularly unfortunate individual, a wry smile playing on the witch’s lips as her gaze lifted from her teacup to her next lab rat. After all, poison itself has no reason to fear being poisoned, a fact that many of her past victims have forgotten.
  
  On the other hand, if anyone ever needs to drug their target on a mission, they’ll find that her “medicines” are quite reliable.
  
  

  Weapons

  Fast on her feet but hopeless with handling a sword, knife, or whathasit, any of Anna’s “weapons” function solely to buy her time or give her opportunities to escape. Alongside injectable poisons, her satchel typically contains smoke bombs or potion bombs that emit poisonous fumes.
  
  

  Miscellaneous Equipment

  A pouch of money and a small knife to collect any samples is all that accompanies the vials of potions and chemicals stored in her satchel. Occasionally, she may bring along a gas mask hung at her waist should she plan on traveling with a companion that day. As a non-combatant, she hardly ever sees the need to do fieldwork, preferring to cloister herself in her laboratory instead.
• Extras

  Note 01

  She has two pet frogs named Sir Fork and Doctor Spoon.
  
  

  Note 02

  Two years ago, her frog Spork went missing, and Ann was quick to blame Leo due to a joke he had made about eating one of her frogs a few days prior. They only found out two weeks later that a stray cat had been the culprit behind the serial frog and fish murders.
  
  

  Note 03

  Although she was adopted into the family of a long line of witches and sorcerers, Ann hasn’t dabbled in magic outside of whatever’s required for potion brewing.
  
  

  Note 04

  Ann is an accomplished cook capable of whipping up a variety of dishes, all with mouth-watering aromas. However, these meals are seldom consumed by anyone but herself. If the dish isn’t laced with some new drug she developed, her name isn’t Annalise Hastings.
  
  

  Note 05

  Her lack of ethics as an alchemist are largely attributed to how her master, Evelyn, never asked for consent when using other people as guinea pigs. Even when people complain about her malpractices, Annalise continues to assume that her routine is par for course.

code by Nano

 

[Aravini]

Name: The Iggy Hivemind (Iggy)

Age: The hivemind had been surviving for ten years.

Gender:

Official: 99.9% Male, 0.1% Female
Appearance: Female
Pronouns: They, Them

Species: Heraechnid

Role: Data gatherer and Surveillance

Appearance:

Spoiler: Basic Worker

Similar to normal insects, workers have six legs. The have eyes on both side of the head.

Each worker has sharp jaws and mouth that's able to pierce through flesh and stone. Their outer shell has a rigid shape and grey colour but is able to reshape and recolour to imitate the outer layer of a human. It can imitate many aspects of a human, from skin to even eyes and hair.

Their imitation is convincing and almost seemless...almost. Those with a keener eyes notice certain aspects would look...off.

Their main way of transportation is climbing and crawling, though their speed is slow due to their heavy shell. Often they would dig using their jaws if possible to better get into a location.

Spoiler: The Queen

The queen has no shifting properties, usually hiding within the chest of an imitation to not ruin the illusion. Her other shell is smooth, especially compared the worker's shell, and has a grey colour. She has six legs and two small eyes. However due to her size, she moves incredibly slow and requires to be carried by several workers to move quicker.

The queen's jaw and mouth isn't sharp or powerful enough to do any damage as its purpose is to imitate the vocal vibrations of a human, specifically a human girl. Its only purpose is to continually breed and give voice to their appearance. The death of the queen would mean the death of Iggy.

Spoiler: Imitation

Iggy is made up of millions of tiny insects. The workers ranges from 2.5 to 3.5 inches in length while the queen ranges between 4.5 to 6.5 inches.

Their usual imitation is a Caucasian little girl with short blonde hair and skinny structure. It has bright green eyes, a skinny body and a height of 4 feet 7 inches. The appearance of soft cheeks and small body gives an adorable and weak appearance, allowing them to attract prey.

Defining Physical Traits:

When looking at Iggy, people might not see anything wrong at first glance. Those who's more observant however would usually notice the uncanny look of the face. The eyes would be looking off and certain areas of the face would be shifting and moving, especially when Iggy is experiencing extreme feelings

Clothing:

Iggy would wear common girl clothings to fit in with their little girl persona. This would usually includes pretty dresses and blouses, tiny maiden shoes and hats. Anything that would make them look normal and cute is a must, as to better trick their prey.


Personality:

The Hivemind with their little girl appearance has the personality of a cheerful little girl, though its likely due to failure of the resurrection ritual. Iggy can be seen as playful and happy go lucky, always trying to see the best in the world and treating everything as her little playground.

At initial interactions, they seem like a normal little girl, curious about the world around them and only see wonder within it. Those who knows them, however, could see their less than human side. Iggy doesn't feel any remorse, pity, or even sympathy. All they care about is taking care of the hivemind and keeping it alive. Its rare to see Iggy visibly upset or depressed, as they're always smiling and cheerful. When they are seen visibly upset, it is accompanied by heavy movement under the 'skin' due to the distress The Hivemind is experiencing.

Often times, Iggy has no restraints and would say whatever comes into their minds, even if it could be considered insulting. Because of this, some may consider her as a rude and inconsiderate girl, which means nothing to them.

Unlike most little girls, Iggy enjoys sleeping within wide open empty spaces as it allows The Hivemind to separate from the Iggy formation and sleep on the walls and ceiling. Also unlike most girls, Iggy enjoys devouring any flesh she could find. Consuming a whole male cow can feed the entire Hivemind for a whole month. There are more normal things Iggy enjoys, like playing with dolls, sleeping and milk. They also like playing with people and even kids, playing games like tags.

Though they be demonic insects, they still have the same fear and instincts most insects have. For instance, they usually fear larger insects like spiders, and bug eating amphibians like Lizards and Toads. Their 'predators' are something they could easily kill, but often they choose to avoid confrontation due to their threatening aura they emit for them.

Being from what can only be described as hell, Iggy in a way is a Satanist. They don't go out of their way to worship their God, only believing they were put within this world by him for a special reason, besides fulfilling the wishes of a grieving father.

Likes:

-Consuming Flesh
-Large Empty Space
-Being carried
-Dolls
-Candy
-Playing Games

Dislikes:

-Fire
-Small Spaces
-One of them being stepped on
-Foul Smell
-Lizards
-Toads

Combat Style:

Any food or threat that gets close to Iggy is immediately met with a swarming charge. The Basic Workers would break away from the Iggy imitation from the mouth and begin consuming their enemy. Due to their overwhelming viciousness and number, its rare for something or someone to survive an attack unless they were scared away by fire.

A healthy human would be consumed entirely by Iggy in under ten minutes.

If the purpose of the attack was to quickly kill a human, they would usually go to the throat. This is to both damage the vocal throat to prevent screaming for help but to also create an easy accessway towards the lungs and heart for a quick kill.

Though they may be overwhelming when in large numbers, they are easy prey when separated from one another. They only disperse when doing surveillance work where they would be rarely spotted, or when running from fire.


Weapon(s):

The millions of sharp jaws of Basic Soldiers.

Miscellaneous Equipment:


-A dirty doll named Elizabeth, named after the girl Iggy is imitating.
-Checkers board to play with when bored.
-A red bouncy ball, another thing to play with when bored.


Backstory:

Alfred Taylor was a man suffering from great grief after the death of his beloved daughter, Elizabeth Taylor. Instead of moving on, he persisted and did everything he could to get his precious daughter back, whether it will would him killed for it or not. His ignorance caused his wife to leave and his boss to fire him.

Desperation eventually led him to dig up the body of his daughter. To get his daughter back, he was to perform a demonic ritual with the body.

The ritual took a lot of preparation, even needing human sacrifices. Finally, under the full moon light, he proceeded with the ritual. Sacrificing the lives of others and even pieces of his own soul didn't matter to him, as long as he got his beloved daughter back it will all be worth it. When the ritual had finally finished, Elizabeth's body began to move, but it wasn't Elizabeth who had inhabited it.

Iggy wasn't meant to be in the mortal world. They were an invasive species, belonging to another world, yet here they were. Taylor didn't notice at first. He embraced them lovingly, happy to see his daughter alive. Thousands of workers proceeded devoured his left arm, causing him to let go as he screamed in pain. Iggy didn't consume him, since he's the one that brought them into the world. They left him alone, despite his best efforts to keep them with him, and tried to survive within a new environment.

The Iggy Hivemind spent the next five years going around the country and devouring anyone who was allured by them. This would either be anyone who wanted to take advantage of them or any who wanted to help. They didn't expect to survive for so long, yet their cunningness and smarts allowed them to. It made them believed that the Lord of the underworld had put him there for a reason. From their understanding, the ritual should have worked properly and even if it didn't, why would it summon a species that was more insect than demon. Their Lord must have plans for them.

As the years go by, The Iggy Hivemind came into the realisation that they were not normal for their species. For one, they developed enjoyment for childish things like interacting with other children, playing with dolls, and eating candy. Usually they would act to like these things to be better approached by potential prey, but they had genuine liking to these activities. They speculated the reason why for their odd development was that pieces of Elizabeth lived within them, caused by the failed ritual. It was also likely the reason why they hadn't changed their imitation of Elizabeth's appearance.

Eventually they were surrounded by The Order. Due to their consumption of humans, they were planned to be burned away. Iggy pleaded however, begging The Order to let them live as in return they would serve them. It was difficult to come up with how to help The Order as Iggy had no skills that could help them. They couldn't fight, they couldn't make anything useful, or even knew magic. Finally, they figured out that they could help The Order by spying on people and areas they couldn't. This was done by dispersing from their Iggy imitation and using the worker's small sizes to sneak into areas where they would watch and listen to people...and monsters. They were able to do a lot of surveillance, more than the use of human forces.

Their actions as mobile surveillance and spy allowed them to be spared and recruited by The Order.

 

[Prosellet]

"I don't make a habit...

...of speaking with troglodytes."

​

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Lucian​

Greene​

GENERAL

Name
Lucian Jameson Greene

Gender
Male

Age
34 years

Species
Human

Role
Analyst and Operations Officer

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

Appearance
Lucian, who stands just over 5'10, is a man whose sinewy stature is built from long legs and a trim torso. He owns a head of strawberry blonde hair, styled around a center part, that favors red hues over their flaxen counterparts. With high cheekbones, a straight nose, and thin lips, his face is attractive in its symmetry. Nonetheless, his eyes, a green-rimmed hazel, are his most striking facial feature. Perhaps due to London's climate or his own inclination to avoid prolonged exposure to the sun, Lucian possesses a pale complexion where tan lines - much less a notable darkening of his skin - are a rare sight on his person.

Defining Physical Traits

• Lucian went blind in his right eye a decade ago; as a result, he rarely lifts his eyelid and typically walks around with only his left eye open.

Clothing
Favoring a wardrobe of darker colors, Lucian's typical outfits consist of long-sleeved wing tip shirts, trousers, and a Y-back bracer beneath a double breasted canvas vest. His typical footwear is a pair of ankle-height lace up boots under a set of black leather bracers. Despite the influence of the church in his earlier life, Lucian has a taste for accessories. Of these accessories, his most prominent are a silver pocket watch and his glasses. Whether this stems from personal interest or an act of rebellion is up to interpretation.

Spoiler: Clothing

Wing Tip Shirt

Trousers

Y-Back Bracer

Double Breasted Canvas Vest

Leather Bracers

Accessories
Pocket Watch

Satin Puff Tie

PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAITS

Personality
Lucian is a man whose intelligence and sharp tongue oft lead people to perceive him as arrogant. In truth, he is a man who abandoned flattery and platitudes long ago. His elevated vocabulary does little to soften his edges, though Lucian gives little regard as to how others cut themselves upon them. While slow to anger, the man is no stranger to grudges. In fact, he is notorious for hoarding and acting upon them. Some see him as petty for this, but Lucian is not a believer in indiscriminate forgiveness. To him, exoneration is something that must be earned; to him, some sins cannot be pardoned. Likewise, he does not approve of those who take it upon themselves to absolve others of their transgressions by deeming them cured of their vices. According to Lucian, forgiveness can only be bestowed by those impacted by the actions of guilty.

Moral compass aside, Lucian is a relatively calm and level headed individual with a stringent taste for order. For a man whose life decided its own course, some semblance of control is essential to his sanity. It is for this reason he enjoys the world of books and papers and ink. People, an unpredictable element in their own right, are attracted to chaos - chaos that Lucian strives to keep at bay. By placing people at a distance he believes he can maintain a semblance control. One minute, one day, one second; this is all Lucian needs to protect all he has from the infinite unknown, if only for a moment longer. As a result, his emotional detachment is as much an act of survival as it is one of self-defense. He learned of humanity's penchant for evil and destruction first hand after all - for the Wheel of Fate shows favor to no one. Indeed, Lucian was an amiable and extroverted child. As a young man, his penchant for empathy bordered on naivety. These traits, however, suffered his sister's fate. This, perhaps, is but another manifestation of his sins.

Likes

• Reading
• Black tea with lemon

Dislikes

• Sweet food
• Alcohol
• The Church

COMBAT ATTRIBUTES

Combat Style
While Lucian is not particularly fond of combat and violence, he is not without a means of exacting them. Guns are his modus operandi, and the man is known for using a variety of experimental bullets alongside mainstream slugs. He prefers observation to quick action, opting to end conflict with precision over brute strength even if combat time is lengthen as a result.

Weapon(s)
Lucian wields a .455 caliber Webley Mk. I top-break revolver.

Spoiler: Webley Mk. I

Miscellaneous Equipment
In the field Lucian carries a number of cartridges on his person. Alongside standard bullets, he ensures his arsenal includes specialized bullets created by The Order's scientists and inventors.​

HISTORY

Backstory
Lucian was born to a middle class family living in the Walbrook ward of London. His childhood was unremarkable, for he has was nothing more than a normal boy living in a normal neighborhood alongside a normal family. Indeed, it wouldn't be until his teenage years that Lucian would define himself from the masses. Unfortunately, the circumstances leading to this change were born from tragedy - for winters in London are cold and even the most sturdy of people can succumb to their chill. It was in the winter of his eleventh year that his mother died of illness, leaving behind a family that struggled to define a new normal in her absence. Scripture was Lucian's salvation in this time of grief. Eventually, it would become the axis of his life.

At the age of twelve Lucian left home to begin an apprenticeship with the Church. He kept in contact with his family through letters and periodic visits, but the crux of his focus was on that which saved him from darkness: religion. Lucian devoted his life to God, Church, and Bible - and so twelve years passed. As a priest, Lucian thought it his duty to reach out to and care for the masses. His goal was to bring lost souls into the embrace of the scripture that spared him as a child, to bestow upon them the enlightenment he received through his devotion. Little did he know, however, that the very church he swore his future to would hold a hand in destroying his honeyed perception of the world.

He was twenty-four when the kidnappings and murders began. The Scotland Yard owed it to a new serial killer, the masses were left in the dark, and the Church offered sanctuary to those seeking safety and reprieve. But when the evidence of cult activity bled into London's streets - when supernatural entities stalked the shadows - it did nothing. For Lucian, who believed it was the Church's duty to combat the sins of humanity, the inactivity of the Church was negligence. With each new murder his unease and dissatisfaction grew; eventually, he and a number of fellow priests brought forth objections over the Church's lacking response. The answer they received was simple: the Church would not intervene. And so the kindling began to burn.

Even disgusted by the Church's actions, Lucian upheld his role as a priest. Eventually, he fell back into another: the role of a brother and son. Although their contact had been sporadic over the years, Lucian made a point of warning his remaining family to carry caution with them at all times. The Cult did not discriminate among its victims - and even if the public was being lied to, even if his father and sister didn't know what Lucian was warning them against, the man felt it his duty to protect the two people who had always been there to support him. And it worked -

Until his sister - her body identified only because of a pendant attached to what remained of her corpse - became victim twenty three.

Scripture could not save Lucian from his grief and he left the church a broken man. Alcohol and a burning need for vengeance - for retribution - became his companions. Eventually, he started delving into matters he would have scorned before Annette's death - for grief and guilt have a way of altering even the most devout of minds and Lucian no longer cared for the Church or its opinions. It was in this state that Rajan found Lucian and offered the former priest a Faustian Bargain he could not refuse.

Annette's revival was carried out under the guidance of The Order. She, who had been butchered at the hands of The Cult, was to become the newest weapon in their arsenal. Lucian, by extent, became her handler.

Relationships
Annette Green - Lucian's younger sibling who was used as a live sacrifice by The Cult a decade prior to the start of this story. She currently exists as golem, the result of Lucian performing a ritual of his own to bring her back to life. The two share a strong bond and Lucian's right eye serves as the tether for her soul.

Rajan - The member of The Order who first approached Lucian after he left the church. Rajan is responsible for giving the ex-priest the information and resources he needed to bring his sister back to life.

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"Too much kindness is, in itself, a sin. Who are we to deem the grievances of others inconsequential?"​

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Name
Lucian Jameson Greene

Gender
Male

Age
34 years

Species
Human

Role
Analyst and Operations Officer

Appearance
Lucian, who stands just over 5'10, is a man whose sinewy stature is built from long legs and a trim torso. He owns a head of strawberry blonde hair, styled around a center part, that favors red hues over their flaxen counterparts. With high cheekbones, a straight nose, and thin lips, his face is attractive in its symmetry. Nonetheless, his eyes, a green-rimmed hazel, are his most striking facial feature. Perhaps due to London's climate or his own inclination to avoid prolonged exposure to the sun, Lucian possesses a pale complexion where tan lines - much less a notable darkening of his skin - are a rare sight on his person.

Defining Physical Traits

• Lucian went blind in his right eye a decade ago; as a result, he rarely lifts his eyelid and typically walks around with only his left eye open.

Clothing
Favoring a wardrobe of darker colors, Lucian's typical outfits consist of long-sleeved wing tip shirts, trousers, and a Y-back bracer beneath a double breasted canvas vest. His typical footwear is a pair of ankle-height lace up boots under a set of black leather bracers. Despite the influence of the church in his earlier life, Lucian has a taste for accessories. Of these accessories, his most prominent are a silver pocket watch and his glasses. Nonetheless, whether this stems from personal interest or an act of rebellion is up to interpretation.

Spoiler: Clothing

Wing Tip Shirt

Trousers

Y-Back Bracer

Double Breasted Canvas Vest

Leather Bracers

Accessories
Pocket Watch

Satin Puff Tie

Personality
Lucian is a man whose intelligence and sharp tongue oft lead people to perceive him as arrogant. In truth, he is a man who abandoned flattery and platitudes long ago. His elevated vocabulary does little to soften his edges, though Lucian gives little regard as to how others cut themselves upon them. While slow to anger, the man is no stranger to grudges. In fact, he is notorious for hoarding and acting upon them. Some see him as petty for this, but Lucian is not a believer in indiscriminate forgiveness. To him, exoneration is something that must be earned; to him, some sins cannot be pardoned. Likewise, he does not approve of those who take it upon themselves to absolve others of their transgressions by deeming them cured of their vices. According to Lucian, forgiveness can only be bestowed by those impacted by the actions of guilty.

Moral compass aside, Lucian is a relatively calm and level headed individual with a stringent taste for order. For a man whose life decided its own course, some semblance of control is essential to his sanity. It is for this reason he enjoys the world of books and papers and ink. People, an unpredictable element in their own right, are attracted to chaos - chaos that Lucian strives to keep at bay. By placing people at a distance he believes he can maintain a semblance control. One minute, one day, one second; this is all Lucian needs to protect all he has from the infinite unknown, if only for a moment longer. As a result, his emotional detachment is as much an act of survival as it is one of self-defense. He learned of humanity's penchant for evil and destruction first hand after all - for the Wheel of Fate shows favor to no one. Indeed, Lucian was an amiable and extroverted child. As a young man, his penchant for empathy bordered on naivety. These traits, however, suffered his sister's fate. This, perhaps, is but another manifestation of his sins.

Likes

• Reading
• Black tea with lemon

Dislikes

• Sweet food
• Alcohol
• The Church

Combat Style
While Lucian is not particularly fond of combat and violence, he is not without a means of exacting them. Guns are his modus operandi, and the man is known for using a variety of experimental bullets alongside mainstream slugs. He prefers observation to quick action, opting to end conflict with precision over brute strength even if combat time is lengthen as a result.

Weapon(s)
Lucian wields a .455 caliber Webley Mk. I top-break revolver.

Spoiler: Webley Mk. I

Miscellaneous Equipment
In the field Lucian carries a number of cartridges on his person. Alongside standard bullets, he ensures his arsenal includes specialized bullets created by The Order's scientists and inventors.

Backstory
Lucian was born to a middle class family living in the Walbrook ward of London. His childhood was unremarkable, for he has was nothing more than a normal boy living in a normal neighborhood alongside a normal family. Indeed, it wouldn't be until his teenage years that Lucian would define himself from the masses. Unfortunately, the circumstances leading to this change were born from tragedy - for winters in London are cold and even the most sturdy of people can succumb to their chill. It was in the winter of his eleventh year that his mother died of illness, leaving behind a family that struggled to define a new normal in her absence. Scripture was Lucian's salvation in this time of grief. Eventually, it would become the axis of his life.

At the age of twelve Lucian left home to begin an apprenticeship with the Church. He kept in contact with his family through letters and periodic visits, but the crux of his focus was on that which saved him from darkness: religion. Lucian devoted his life to God, Church, and Bible - and so twelve years passed. As a priest, Lucian thought it his duty to reach out to and care for the masses. His goal was to bring lost souls into the embrace of the scripture that spared him as a child, to bestow upon them the enlightenment he received through his devotion. Little did he know, however, that the very church he swore his future to would hold a hand in destroying his honeyed perception of the world.

He was twenty-four when the kidnappings and murders began. The Scotland Yard owed it to a new serial killer, the masses were left in the dark, and the Church offered sanctuary to those seeking safety and reprieve. But when the evidence of cult activity bled into London's streets - when supernatural entities stalked the shadows - it did nothing. For Lucian, who believed it was the Church's duty to combat the sins of humanity, the inactivity of the Church was negligence. With each new murder his unease and dissatisfaction grew; eventually, he and a number of fellow priests brought forth objections over the Church's lacking response. The answer they received was simple: the Church would not intervene. And so the kindling began to burn.

Even disgusted by the Church's actions, Lucian upheld his role as a priest. Eventually, he fell back into another: the role of a brother and son. Although their contact had been sporadic over the years, Lucian made a point of warning his remaining family to carry caution with them at all times. The Cult did not discriminate among its victims - and even if the public was being lied to, even if his father and sister didn't know what Lucian was warning them against, the man felt it his duty to protect the two people who had always been there to support him. And it worked -

Until his sister - her body identified only because of a pendant attached to what remained of her corpse - became victim twenty three.

Scripture could not save Lucian from his grief and he left the church a broken man. Alcohol and a burning need for vengeance - for retribution - became his companions. Eventually, he started delving into matters he would have scorned before Annette's death - for grief and guilt have a way of altering even the most devout of minds and Lucian no longer cared for the Church or its opinions. It was in this state that Rajan found Lucian and offered the former priest a Faustian Bargain he could not refuse.

Annette's revival was carried out under the guidance of The Order. She, who had been butchered at the hands of The Cult, was to become the newest weapon in their arsenal. Lucian, by extent, became her handler.

Relationships
Annette Green - Lucian's younger sibling who was used as a live sacrifice by The Cult a decade prior to the start of this story. She currently exists as golem, the result of Lucian performing a ritual of his own to bring her back to life. The two share a strong bond and Lucian's right eye serves as the tether for her soul.

Rajan - The member of The Order who first approached Lucian after he left the church. Rajan is responsible for giving the ex-priest the information and resources he needed to bring his sister back to life.

"Too much kindness is, in itself, a sin. Who are we to deem the grievances of others inconsequential?"​

 

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• Name: Oru
  
  Age: Been too long. Who cares? Still pretty young for a Hellhound. Hundreds years, give or take.
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Species: Hellhound
  
  Role: Combatant, resident loyal hound.
  
  Theme:
  
  
  
  

  
  
• Appearance: In his human form, Oru dons a guise of eternal drowsiness, blessed with void-like rings around his dark, ocean blue eyes and a complexion akin to only the most chilling of winters. This otherwise pale landscape is blemished by faded, darker markings that complete his distinguishing features with stark imperfections. Standing at 6'2, Oru's lithe figure is accompanied by an unusually exemplary posture, keeping his chin up, unintentionally communicating an arrogant nature that is, for the most part, untrue to his nature. Manifesting with toned musculature, he isn't noticeably large nor is the aforementioned muscle mass easy to pick up on - usually being the last trait cherrypicked from his human appearance upon first encounter. The features that scream for attention the most are the ones that are inherently inhuman: a maw filled with pearly white canines and a tail, identical to the one he possesses in his natural appearance. Along with canines, Oru's jaw can unhinge and open to an unsettling degree, much like a snake. While Oru is in his human form, his tail's size is reduced to a little under 4 feet long.
  
  

  Spoiler: Oru

  

  Naturally, Oru is a crimson-faced quadrupedal beast. Sharing many similarities with canids, these creatures were dubbed "Hellhounds" for a reason, though they differ in appearance greatly. Much like his human appearance, Oru is incredibly graceful and elegant - his Hellhound form representing these traits at a much greater magnitude. With silk-like, peppered fur near his face, it juxtaposes his armor-like lower body. Oru's torso still possess a small amount of fur, but it fades into a hardened, metallic armor that encases his limbs. Particularly, his lower back and tail have rigged scales that protrude outwards, growing smaller as they travel further down his tail. Oru possesses more incredibly soft fur near his hind and front legs, along with a tuft at the tip of his tail. On his hind legs, Oru reaches a towering height of 7 feet tall. On all fours, Oru is a little over 4 feet tall at the shoulder and is nearly 13 feet in length if you include his tail - a tail that is prehensile in nature and can support Oru's own bodyweight.
  
  Clothing: His human form usually manifests with all black clothing with dark-red highlights. Black turtlenecks, trousers, etc. Since he can choose the clothing he manifests with, he picks and chooses, though usually appears rather casual.
  
  In his true form, he is dog.
  
  Backstory:
  
  
• Combat Style: Oru uses his natural body as a weapon. His human form possesses a powerful maw and large talon-like claws, accompanied by unnatural physical attributes. In his true form, he is capable of engulfing himself in flames and can raise his bodyheat to an absolutely hellish degree, allowing his bite to burn and or melt the target while simultaneously getting gnawed on. Not only that, but glowing red claws cleave through materials like butter. He has limited control over this Hellfire that he emanates, blowing it through his mouth at varying concentrations for a longer ranged option.
  
  Weapons: No physical weapons.
  
  Miscellaneous Equipment: N/A
  
  
  
• Personality:
  
  Likes:
  Coffee.
  Meat, lots of meat.
  Rain.
  Being comfortable and warm.
  Naps.
  
  Dislikes:
  Strong, foul smells that abuse his sensitive nose.
  The cold.
  
  
  
  
  

BASIC

PERSON

POWER

EXTRA

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code by RI.a

 

[Uxie]

art by ryo

essaerae

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  basic information.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  full name

  
  
  
  

  Essaerae Maeheneb-Albright

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  nickname(s)

  
  
  
  

  Essie, Elf-eyes

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  age

  
  
  
  

  30, appears 20

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  gender

  
  
  
  

  Female

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  species

  
  
  
  

  Half-elf (Wood Elf)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  role

  
  
  
  

  Ranged Combatant | Diplomat

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  appearance.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  hair colour

  
  
  
  

  Ebony black

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  eye colour

  
  
  
  

  Sea green (right), Blue-grey (left)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  Slim and petite, with delicate features that are very telling of her heritage. She's quite beautiful, as most elves are, and Essie's been told the fair-skinned, raven-haired combo is rather reminiscent of Snow White. On first impression, far from your biggest threat in the room, but not someone you'd disrespect. Essie carries herself with an air of regality and her elven grace only adds to the elegance of her demeanour. Well-mannered and poised in an unassuming way, almost always wearing a gentle smile.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  defining features

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  heterochromia

  
  
  
  

  Rare in humans and even rarer in elves, the two distinct eye colours are hard to miss.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  pointed ears

  
  
  
  

  Essaerae's rather proud of her heritage and as such, does little to hide the pointed ears of her elf blood. Her long black hair covers it often and Essie has since developed a habit of tucking her tresses behind, showing her right ear.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  style

  
  
  
  

  Essie adores dresses with a passion, and is especially fond of the billowy sleeves that have been incorporated into much of Elven fashion. That said, she recognises the need to dress for the job, and long skirts aren't necessarily easy to move in. She'll go for something practical while in combat, but it looking at least decent is a requirement. Any sort of bulky apparel is a no-go.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Eloquent and polite, with a purposefully pleasant disposition that makes her difficult to read. She's not outwardly arrogant, despite her haughty brethren, thanks to her constant cheery expression and her agreeable nature. It's rare to catch an outburst from her for this reason, given that Essie is used to not expressing her most irritated thoughts. For the most part. Ultimately, she's doing her best to avoid offending people, since her primary role at present is for diplomatic relations, but her job scope does not include being a stick in the mud. She's careful not to cross any boundaries, but she is not above being a nuisance, especially when her ambassador role gives her an immunity that not many can oppose. Essie loves socialising and befriending others, even if many of her friendships are formed based on her curiosity about them. Unexpectedly enthusiastic, despite her somewhat mild appearance, and someone you could catch a few drinks with.
  
  Despite that, she's got quite a stubborn streak, a trait she probably inherited from her equally bull-headed father. She'll rebel for something she feels strongly about, and feels less constricted by conventions and norms if they don't agree with her own ideals, being unafraid to go against them. Kind-hearted by nature but wise enough to prioritise self-preservation, Essie is loyal until it threatens her survival, with a pointed sense of morality that is quite skewed towards her own perception of fatality and life. She's not a coward who'll dip out on you at the first sign of danger, but she's not opposed to letting you drown if it means she'll make it to shore. Her relationships with non-elves are mostly superficial enough that Essie won't feel bad about being smart, save for a select few.
  
  When it comes to work, Essie is one of the detail-oriented, die-hard planner types. She prizes efficiency and organisation above all, and can be somewhat inflexible in the way she does things. She's not opposed to change, as long as she understands it, but she'll admit she's never been the most adaptable. Essie can keep a cool head in a tough situation, but don't expect her to offer any ideas. For the most part, she prefers to not be the one in charge.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  likes

  
  
  
  

  
  

  shooting

  
  

  plants

  
  

  coffee

  
  

  old castles

  
  

  guns

  
  

  spring

  
  

  scones

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  dislikes

  
  
  
  

  
  

  seafood

  
  

  politics

  
  

  large dresses

  
  

  spicy food

  
  

  white chocolate

  
  

  summer

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Now, which do you prefer: an arrow or a bullet between your eyes?

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  history.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  It is quite a difficult thing to be different.
  
  Whisked away from the moment she was born, Essaerae spent much of her childhood and adolescence in the Elven sanctuary, tucked away in the deep woods of the English countryside. The elves were not cruel, but they were not kind, especially not to humans, half-breeds. She was the first half-elf in generations, and for the sake of her father's reputation, she was raised as an elf, expected to embrace her fey ancestry wholly. Erase the unsightly human aspects of her being or risk being treated as an outsider. A punishment of sorts, forcing her to repent for an occurrence that she had no say in. Her father, one of the culprits, had never explicitly agreed, but Essie knew he hated humans. He'd been cheated by one, after all— he had a good reason to be upset.
  
  Despite all that, Essie grew up curious about humans, of sights and races beyond the tall, ancient trees that only spoke the same tales. Past the slant-eyed, long-eared folk that treated her with a kindness that was only superficial. The elves' had always been a secretive race, closed-off and apathetic to human affairs. Essie was brought up with those same ideals, but her innate curiosity was difficult to ignore. She didn't particularly want to, either.
  
  But it wouldn't be a possibility until she was an adult, and Essie was not one to half-ass things. So she accepted being an elf, wearing a skin so thick it would protect her from their stares. Essie earned their respect by her own merit, a level of recognition that had not been handed to her simply because of her "impurity". It was a thorn in her side before, but it doesn't phase her in the least these days.
  
  She had just reached adulthood when she first left the sanctuary, much to her people's chagrin. A few called her a traitor who had surrendered to her greedy, human side. Most welcomed her back with open arms when she did return from her travels. Essie doesn't speak often about what she'd seen, but it was evident she'd gleaned something from it. The half-elf returned with renewed wisdom, clearer eyes and an added eccentricity that made her quite the enigma with the youngest elves. And maybe, a particular wanderlust as well, for she would make trips to who-knows-where every few months, often around the times of human holidays.
  
  The Order was not unknown to the elves, though it had been years since they made contact. A half-elf that had been a part of the Order of Christ had acted as the bridge between the two, but after he passed, neither side reached out. The elves were passive, private and isolated. They would not cause trouble, not unless it threatened them directly, and the Order had more important things to worry about than non-urgent diplomatic relations.
  
  It was two years after Essie's return to the sanctuary that the Order reached out, requesting an ambassador be sent to negotiate and ensure relations between the two parties. There was no better candidate, and no other more willing.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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    lee-metford rifle

    
    
    
    

    a sniper rifle, usually loaded with ammo especially effective against supernaturals. sometimes just regular ones, because bullets can give most people an owie.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    elven bow & arrows

    
    
    
    

    an elf-wood bow of exquisite craft, strung with elf hair and accompanied by silver-tipped arrows. rarely brought out to the field in favour of the modern rifle, but holds a special place in her heart.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  combat style.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Essaerae's role in combat is rarely the most entertaining, but she's certainly necessary. She's more often than not supporting the main combatants of the party, both with her deadly marksmanship as well as the territorial charms placed beforehand with elf magic. Blessed with a particularly keen eye, even by elves' standards, Essie's usually situated a good distance away from the main fight, tucked out of sight and biding her time. Her morality prevents Essie from ever making the killing blow— she jokes about headshots all the time, but realistically, she's only ever aimed to incapacitate, for better or for worse.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  abilities

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  territorial charms

  
  
  
  

  Her charms are rooted in elven magic, and take effect within a set radius. Though they provide a variety of effects, many of them ally buffs, they require a significant amount of energy and time to set up, and thus are ideally set up prior to a fight. This penalty increases with the size of territory covered as well as the distance she is from the core of the enchantment. If Essie goes too far from the core of the spell without first disabling it, the enchantment breaks immediately and Essie suffers a blow to the heart that will leave her debilitated for a time, depending on the strength of the spell, but ultimately unharmed.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  elf-eyes

  
  
  
  

  Essie has enhanced eyesight, able to see more precisely at a further distance than humans. Coupled with her upbringing, she has heightened alertness and is usually the first to sense others' presences or danger. That said, years in the urban area have only helped her adjust somewhat— she's far from her peak.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  connections.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  lindir maeheneb

  
  
  
  

  Essie's father was never the warmest man, but she has mostly positive memories with him. He's a good father, considering that she had, after all, been a mistake, and he'd raised her well enough, even by elf standards. He taught her everything she knows about archery and is one of the most highly-regarded members of their community. Lindir is highly distrustful of humans, for good reason, but he's never once faulted his daughter for her lineage. A good move, since it was kind of his fault.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  elizabeth albright

  
  
  
  

  Elizabeth was Essie's first contact in London, and the member who would eventually recruit her into the Order. Though she is officially Essie's godmother, the two's relationship would be better compared to friends than parent and daughter. Essie has a lot of respect for the medium, who is an established executive within the organisation.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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...best left forgotten."​

Annette​

Greene​

GENERAL

Name
Annette Elizabeth Greene

Gender
Female

Age
23 years at death

Species
Golem (Formerly Human)

Role
Combat Specialist

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

Appearance
In life, Annette was known to be of dainty frame and demeanor. Although her physical traits were carried over to her new body, 'dainty' is no longer a word those familiar with the woman use when describing her. At 5'3" she is short in stature with long legs and modest curves. Her hair, a ruddy chestnut that glows copper in the right lighting, is shorter than it was in life. To keep it out of her face, Annette binds the strands into a braid while allowing the shorter sections to form a fringe across her brow and cheeks. Her skin is pale in tone and incapable of flushing.

Defining Physical Traits

• Annette possesses a pair of striking ochre-gold eyes with notable rings lining both irises.
• A smattering of freckles line her nose and cheeks, though they are only visible from close up.
• Annette has a tattoo at the base of her neck, where her spine and shoulders meet. It is the Elder Futhark rune for "man" (
  
  ).

Clothing
Annette's wardrobe is a blend of old habits and new necessities. Living her life as a woman in Victorian society lent her a taste for the anticipated: blouses and skirts, dresses and shawls. While these still frequent her person, the brunette has learned that her new occupation is too physically demanding for such delicacies. As a result, her typical garb has come to include what she fondly refers to as active wear - the dresses and skirts that tie her to the past nothing more than an occasional means of remembrance. Said active wear is composed of a blouse or other long-sleeved shirts, a pair of tailored trousers, a leather material belt, and the occasional overcoat or deerskin gloves.

Spoiler: Clothing

Blouse/Shirt

Trousers

Coat

Dress

Leather Boots

Accessories
Gloves

Material Belt

PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAITS

Personality
Annette's temperament is equal parts act and truth. To discern which reactions are earnest and which are a masquerade is a riddle - a riddle the brunette herself no longer knows the answer to. When one maintains memories of a past life while engaging in an entirely new existence, it is expected that some psychological synapses run askew. Annette's disassociation with her sense of self is nary more than a byproduct of uncertainty, doubt, and yearning. She is uncertain of her future; she harbors doubt over her own existence; and she yearns for the past. Yet, even as the woman longs for a bygone time, there is a part of her that wonders if the past she remembers is even hers. Is she truly Annette Greene - or is she merely an entity constructed to act in her place?

Regardless of her own qualms, Annette makes a point of staying consistent with the personality she held in life. She is a bright and optimistic woman who, while soft spoken, strives to find joy in the little things. When so much of her life is shrouded in shadows, escape is something she accepts where she can. Her temper is a spark: quick to light and even quicker to burn out. It flares bright, sometimes igniting a larger fuse, but ultimately passes with little to show for its existence. The fact that she is quicker to anger in her current form is matched by an increased aggression and drive she lacked in life. The Annette of today is not as easy going as her smiles would lead one to believe; she is a woman who binds her purpose to the goals of The Order and the will of her brother. Her life - and her dreams - were already snuffed out once. Annette is not so prone to folly to believe she is anything more than she was created to be: a weapon,

Likes

• Thunderstorms
• Flowers, especially posies
• Birds

Dislikes

• Night time
• Fire
• Being asked about death

COMBAT ATTRIBUTES

Combat Style
Annette is a close range combatant who specializes in hand-to-hand melee combat. She has been trained in the Southern Style of Kalaripayattu (Thekkan Kalari), an ancient Indian martial art, under the guidance of Rajan in the decade since her rebirth. As a martial art, Thekkan Kalari places emphasis on hand-to-hand combat where footwork and hard impact techniques take centerstage. The Chuvadu system of the combat style makes use of the practitioner's elbows, fists, knees, and shins in specialized combinations designed to immobilize opponents. In this way it is similar to both Judo and Muay Thai, though the emphasis on pressure points - known as Marma points - helps set it apart.

While she has been trained to use weapons, Annette prefers to forgo then in combat. In the traditional sense, that is. The brunette has learned to incorporate knuckledusters into Thekkan Kalari techniques. If the situation calls for it, she is known to turn items in her surroundings into makeshift weapons.

Weapon(s)
Annette wields a variety of knuckledusters during combat. From different alloys (silver, bronze, iron, etc.) to different forms (regular and bladed), the woman makes sure to keep her bases covered when thrust into combat.

Spoiler: Weapons

Knuckdusters
Regular Form

Bladed Form

Miscellaneous Equipment
Annette uses a leather material belt to store her collection of knuckledusters on her person while in the field.​

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​

ENHANCED ATTRIBUTES

As a Golem, Annette's body no longer functions as it did in life. The following are attributes associated with her new form:

• Lack of Growth - Annette's body is frozen in time. Her hair does not grow, her weight does not change, and she lacks the need for sleep and food to function. She cannot heal herself when injured, and must instead be "fixed" by those familiar with her anatomy.
• Dulled Pain Receptors - While she can easily detect differences in temperatures, Annette's pain receptors were purposefully stunted when her new body was created. As she lacks blood as a Golem, it can be difficult for her to discern the severity of injuries inflicted upon her person. Thus, her ability to feel pain - even if minimally - is essential to her ability to function. To Annette, a broken bone is akin to a sensitive bruise.
• Increased Durability - Annette's body is capable of withstanding blows, be they internal or external, that would render normal humans dead or immobile. She can continue to function with broken or missing limbs, cannot bleed to death, and is near impossible to render unconscious. That said, stunning and/or immobilizing her is possible and often the only way to remove her from action.
• Increased Strength - Annette is capable of feats of strength impossible to normal humans. She can lift heavy objects, bend thin steel, and punch holes in stone walls.
• Faux Immortality - Even if her physical body is torn apart or destroyed, Annette will not die. As a Golem, her soul is linked to a tether that acts as her life force. The only way to kill her is to destroy her tether. Until that happens, her body can be reconstructed - and her soul bound to it - without limit.

​

​

HISTORY

Backstory
Annette is the youngest child of the Greene family. She was raised in the Walbrook ward of London, and enjoyed a simple life until her mother's passing when she was nine. Unlike her brother, who turned to the Bible and later the Church to overcome his grief, Annette chose to take over the role her mother left behind to the best of her abilities. She never went to a formal school, but her father and brother - whose education came from the Church - made sure she learned to read and write by the time she became an adult.

Annette was working as a maid for a wealthy family in London when The Cult's activity began. Despite the rumors and reports, the woman held no concern for her own safety. She rarely left the estate she worked at, and the notion that she could become a victim was far from her mind. Even her brother's letters did little to sway her towards caution. In hindsight, this apparent ignorance may have led to her death. That, or it truly was a series of unfortunate coincidences.

Annette recalls little of the events leading to her kidnapping and death. What she does remember is muddled at best: a rich visitor to her lord's estate, dinner, and cold hands. Then fear and pain, pain, pain. When she awoke from the nightmare it was to her brother's face, far more haggard than she remembered it being, and a new existence with The Order.

Relationships
Lucian Green - Annette's older sibling who revived her under the guidance of The Order following her death at the hands of The Cult. The two share a strong bond and Lucian's right eye serves as the tether for her soul.

Rajan - The member of The Order who approached Lucian about reviving her. Rajan is responsible for training Annette in combat and overseeing her integration and work within The Order.

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"How do we know what it means to be alive?"​

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Spoiler: Mobile Friendly

GENERAL

Name
Annette Elizabeth Greene

Gender
Female

Age
23 years at death

Species
Golem (Formerly Human)

Role
Combat Specialist

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

Appearance
In life, Annette was known to be of dainty frame and demeanor. Although her physical traits were carried over to her new body, 'dainty' is no longer a word those familiar with the woman use when describing her. At 5'3" she is short in stature with long legs and modest curves. Her hair, a ruddy chestnut that glows copper in the right lighting, is shorter than it was in life. To keep it out of her face, Annette binds the strands into a braid while allowing the shorter sections to form a fringe across her brow and cheeks. Her skin is pale in tone and incapable of flushing.

Defining Physical Traits

• Annette possesses a pair of striking ochre-gold eyes with notable rings lining both irises.
• A smattering of freckles line her nose and cheeks, though they are only visible from close up.
• Annette has a tattoo at the base of her neck, where her spine and shoulders meet. It is the Elder Futhark rune for "man" (
  
  ).

Clothing
Annette's wardrobe is a blend of old habits and new necessities. Living her life as a woman in Victorian society lent her a taste for the anticipated: blouses and skirts, dresses and shawls. While these still frequent her person, the brunette has learned that her new occupation is too physically demanding for such delicacies. As a result, her typical garb has come to include what she fondly refers to as active wear - the dresses and skirts that tie her to the past nothing more than an occasional means of remembrance. Said active wear is composed of a blouse or other long-sleeved shirts, a pair of tailored trousers, a leather material belt, and the occasional overcoat or deerskin gloves.

Spoiler: Clothing

Blouse/Shirt

Trousers

Coat

Dress

Leather Boots

Accessories
Gloves

Material Belt

PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAITS

Personality
Annette's temperament is equal parts act and truth. To discern which reactions are earnest and which are a masquerade is a riddle - a riddle the brunette herself no longer knows the answer to. When one maintains memories of a past life while engaging in an entirely new existence, it is expected that some psychological synapses run askew. Annette's disassociation with her sense of self is nary more than a byproduct of uncertainty, doubt, and yearning. She is uncertain of her future; she harbors doubt over her own existence; and she yearns for the past. Yet, even as the woman longs for a bygone time, there is a part of her that wonders if the past she remembers is even hers. Is she truly Annette Greene - or is she merely an entity constructed to act in her place?

Regardless of her own qualms, Annette makes a point of staying consistent with the personality she held in life. She is a bright and optimistic woman who, while soft spoken, strives to find joy in the little things. When so much of her life is shrouded in shadows, escape is something she accepts where she can. Her temper is a spark: quick to light and even quicker to burn out. It flares bright, sometimes igniting a larger fuse, but ultimately passes with little to show for its existence. The fact that she is quicker to anger in her current form is matched by an increased aggression and drive she lacked in life. The Annette of today is not as easy going as her smiles would lead one to believe; she is a woman who binds her purpose to the goals of The Order and the will of her brother. Her life - and her dreams - were already snuffed out once. Annette is not so prone to folly to believe she is anything more than she was created to be: a weapon,

Likes

• Thunderstorms
• Flowers, especially posies
• Birds

Dislikes

• Night time
• Fire
• Being asked about death

COMBAT ATTRIBUTES

Combat Style
Annette is a close range combatant who specializes in hand-to-hand melee combat. She has been trained in the Southern Style of Kalaripayattu (Thekkan Kalari), an ancient Indian martial art, under the guidance of Rajan in the decade since her rebirth. As a martial art, Thekkan Kalari places emphasis on hand-to-hand combat where footwork and hard impact techniques take centerstage. The Chuvadu system of the combat style makes use of the practitioner's elbows, fists, knees, and shins in specialized combinations designed to immobilize opponents. In this way it is similar to both Judo and Muay Thai, though the emphasis on pressure points - known as Marma points - helps set it apart.

While she has been trained to use weapons, Annette prefers to forgo then in combat. In the traditional sense, that is. The brunette has learned to incorporate knuckledusters into Thekkan Kalari techniques. If the situation calls for it, she is known to turn items in her surroundings into makeshift weapons.

Weapon(s)
Annette wields a variety of knuckledusters during combat. From different alloys (silver, bronze, iron, etc.) to different forms (regular and bladed), the woman makes sure to keep her bases covered when thrust into combat.

Spoiler: Weapons

Knuckdusters
Regular Form

Bladed Form

Miscellaneous Equipment
Annette uses a leather material belt to store her collection of knuckledusters on her person while in the field.​

​

​

ENHANCED ATTRIBUTES

As a Golem, Annette's body no longer functions as it did in life. The following are attributes associated with her new form:

• Lack of Growth - Annette's body is frozen in time. Her hair does not grow, her weight does not change, and she lacks the need for sleep and food to function. She cannot heal herself when injured, and must instead be "fixed" by those familiar with her anatomy.
• Dulled Pain Receptors - While she can easily detect differences in temperatures, Annette's pain receptors were purposefully stunted when her new body was created. As she lacks blood as a Golem, it can be difficult for her to discern the severity of injuries inflicted upon her person. Thus, her ability to feel pain - even if minimally - is essential to her ability to function. To Annette, a broken bone is akin to a sensitive bruise.
• Increased Durability - Annette's body is capable of withstanding blows, be they internal or external, that would render normal humans dead or immobile. She can continue to function with broken or missing limbs, cannot bleed to death, and is near impossible to render unconscious. That said, stunning and/or immobilizing her is possible and often the only way to remove her from action.
• Increased Strength - Annette is capable of feats of strength impossible to normal humans. She can lift heavy objects, bend thin steel, and punch holes in stone walls.
• Faux Immortality - Even if her physical body is torn apart or destroyed, Annette will not die. As a Golem, her soul is linked to a tether that acts as her life force. The only way to kill her is to destroy her tether. Until that happens, her body can be reconstructed - and her soul bound to it - without limit.

​

​

HISTORY

Backstory
Annette is the youngest child of the Greene family. She was raised in the Walbrook ward of London, and enjoyed a simple life until her mother's passing when she was nine. Unlike her brother, who turned to the Bible and later the Church to overcome his grief, Annette chose to take over the role her mother left behind to the best of her abilities. She never went to a formal school, but her father and brother - whose education came from the Church - made sure she learned to read and write by the time she became an adult.

Annette was working as a maid for a wealthy family in London when The Cult's activity began. Despite the rumors and reports, the woman held no concern for her own safety. She rarely left the estate she worked at, and the notion that she could become a victim was far from her mind. Even her brother's letters did little to sway her towards caution. In hindsight, this apparent ignorance may have led to her death. That, or it truly was a series of unfortunate coincidences.

Annette recalls little of the events leading to her kidnapping and death. What she does remember is muddled at best: a rich visitor to her lord's estate, dinner, and cold hands. Then fear and pain, pain, pain. When she awoke from the nightmare it was to her brother's face, far more haggard than she remembered it being, and a new existence with The Order.

Relationships
Lucian Green - Annette's older sibling who revived her under the guidance of The Order following her death at the hands of The Cult. The two share a strong bond and Lucian's right eye serves as the tether for her soul.

Rajan - The member of The Order who approached Lucian about reviving her. Rajan is responsible for training Annette in combat and overseeing her integration and work within The Order.

​

"How do we know what it means to be alive?"​

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