pretty brown eyes and a sparkly white smile, it's no wonder charlie is such a beacon of light to the people surrounding him. he's well aware that he can have whoever he wants and be with whoever he wants, but he keeps his bedroom company at minimal. charlie would much rather spend his free time with a group of party animals to make book-worthy memories. but if he's not already exploring a body of water with his shirt hanging on a tree, he's in the faces of anybody who shows the slightest interest in a conversation with him. he thrives in socialization, and cannot sit still in a place that requires him to be quiet and boring. yuck.
but even through his happy, humurous personality, there is so much more than what meets the eye. they don't call him a vargulf for no reason. part of his mentality is dark, vicious, aggressive, and insane. it's purely predatory and anyone in his path will surely meet a horrific ending. it's the part of him that's absolutely out of his control. he kills for fun, not for food.
ALIGHNMENT
lawful good (human) chaotic evil (wolf)
FEARS
hurting more people he cares for, knowing he's going to die slowly
AILMENTS
his wolf body is purely independent of his human side, taking over him completely. eventually he will lose control of whatever humanity and sanity he has left and die from his mental and physical instability.
VISAGE
HEIGHT/WEIGHT
charlie stands at 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds.
HAIR/EYE COLOR
he has short curly medium length brown hair and sports brown eyes.
SKIN/D.F
his skin is practically sunkissed and silky smooth. he also had some body hair, but very tamed and trimmed. no distinguishing features available.
FACECLAIM
reiky de valk.
WARDROBE
even though charlie would much rather walk around in the nude, his wardrobe consists of literally anything that's comfortable; khaki shorts, basketball shorts, dark colored jeans, solid color t-shirts, wife beater tank tops, hoodies to pair under a jean jacket, etc. if it's comfy, he's going to wear it.
GALLERY
SPECIES & MORE
SPECIES & INFO
charlie is a vargulf, a physically and mentally unstable rogue werewolf. they're known to be a great threat to humankind, and even their own kind, because of their homicidal behaviors. unlike typical werewolves, a vargulf will kill it's prey without eating it solely for the thrill of a kill. the vargulf is connected to the phases of the moon, it's body becoming fuller and reaching it's peak form on a full moon night. any transformations that occur without a full moon will cause charlie to become physically and mentally unstable, consumed by his condition until he eventually dies from it.
as his instability grows, his wolf body becomes independent from his humanoid one, leading to involuntary transformations. the wolf, rather than the human in him, controls his transformations leading to total loss of control within hisself. the more unstable the transformations are, the more the wolf can appear without a full moon but not without the sacrifice of the host's conscious mind. even though charlie's wolf form is fully black, the stress of his insanity will eventually lead to a dirty-white coat followed by brightly lit eyes.
enhanced strength; vargulfs exhibit greater deals of strength than any other creature. they have incredible force within their bodies that allow them to easily overpower their targets, unprovoked or not.
heightened senses; vargulfs senses are incredibly advanced, allowing them to pick out their prey and kill them before their victim's ever get a chance to defend themselves.
RULES OF SPECIES
despite being a homicidal ticking-timebomb on the loose, his insanity and uncontrollable shifting is the exact reason why he is prone to injury and even death.
turning; since the werewolf form is completely independent from the humanoid body and charlie experiences uncontrollable shifting, his body can leave transformation related injuries that can be fatal. but, he will continuously come back to life unless his head is completely destroyed. and while he is in humanoid form, he will have no recollection of what he did while transformed.
mortality; because vargulfs don't have healing capabilities, charlie can be "killed" like any regular human can be. but he will come back to life if his head isn't completely destroyed or removed from his body.
mercury; it burns his skin.
decapitation; if charlie's brain and head are completely severed from his body, he cannot come back to life again.
DORM
druantia dorm suits his needs best.
RELATIONSHIPS
mother - lorelei rumancek | status: alive | thoughts: the bond charlie had with his mother as the first born was pure and full of love. he was her "sweet baby boy" and the one who went through everything with her. even when she had her second child, he still remained as loved by her as he was in the beginning. the mother-son duo was unbreakable until he had become a vargulf. she tried to love him even through his insanity, but what he had done was unforgivable in her eyes. charlie was dead to her. so much so that even his own mother is hunting him.
younger brother - isaac rumancek | status: deceased.
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romantic relationships | status: tba.
HISTORY
the beginning charlie was born and raised in a hotbed of cultural unity and peace. his pack, the navajos, thrived under the twinkling lights and brightly-colored sightings of new orleans, often caught in the late night kickbacks and liquor filled parades. there was never a dull moment within the pack--it was also a safe haven for the werewolves, a place where they can be loud and proud about themselves without having to get ugly stares by the vampires and very few humans who knew of their whereabouts. from the moment he was born and raised by the nature and freedom of the earth, charlie showed gratitude and thanks to his mother, lorelei, & the other mother wolves who treated him like a son. the peace was something of a luxury that not every pack could achieve.
a rumancek brother is born having spent his life on earth being the only child, charlie had grown lonely. he was slightly jealous of every other pack member being able to share memories with their siblings, and even though he had plenty of friends, the bond wasn't the same. he wanted a blood brother. one that he would be able to grow with and protect, share laughs with and roam the wooded areas in search for fun. which is why the news of his mother's pregnancy had filled his heart with joy. nine months away and he would be able to connect with his very own brother.
when isaac was born, they were inseparable from the beginning. charlie was at his mother's side, tending to whatever list she had for him in regards to helping with his brother. and when they were finally old enough to run wild in the woods, charlie's smile grew brighter and bigger. it was noticeable to the pack that isaac was the missing piece to charlie's heart; almost as if they were siblings in another life and charlie spent his years waiting for isaac to return. and eventually, the rumancek brothers became the strongest brother duo to exist within the navajos pack.
the bloody war it was chaos. it was bloody. it was overwhelming. the bloody war between a vampire pack and the navajos pack grew uncontainable, the kill count rising in numbers by the minute. vampires were committing infanticides to keep the navajos pack's younger generation from growing and the werewolves were brandishing severed vamp heads impaled on sticks as a sign of a another victory. mothers were told to flee with the children while the fathers stayed behind to fight.. knowing some wouldn't be coming home to their families again.
isaac and charlie, along with a few close friends, had managed to escape several fates during their flee. even though they had witnessed childhood friends fall into the hands of vampires, they had to stay cold and focused on surviving. the lack of emotion was exactly why they had made it as far as they did. within the next few weeks, charlie had found himself transforming into a werewolf to protect his brother on several occasions. he knew the consequences of turning when there wasn't a full moon out, but he did what he had to do in order to keep isaac safe. but he wasn't aware of how fast his consequences would bite back because of his turnings.
a vargulf in new orleans the bloody war had ended and his childhood was over. he was alone again, living in a cabin in the woods decorated with crunchy leaves, empty water bottles, and food cartons. near his new place was a smidge-under-decent riverbed where he could swim freely. and if he wasn't skinny dipping, he was fast asleep on his caked in dirt hammock. this was charlie's new life. it was an epic downgrade from what he was used to, but he still had nature and he still had scares to look forward to giving whenever nosey children would peek in his cabin. there was word on the street that a crazed, psychotic killer was on the loose. multiple bodies and an array of innocent animals were found ripped to shreds, but never eaten. and since he was considered the "new kid on the trail", all signs pointed to him. and he was very offended by the amount of negative attention he was getting. were their assumptions wrong though? not at all.
charlie was, in fact, the evil behind the killings. all the sacrifices isaac had made for his brother's safety caught up to him, causing his transformations to be more frequent and more violent. he couldn't stop killing, even if he wanted to. and he didn't choose who ended up with the unlucky fate, it was just a matter of them being at the wrong place at the wrong time. though most of the time he had no reconciliation of what happened while was in vargulf form, charlie knew he was responsible.
but it was his load to carry until it killed him. just like how he killed isaac that haunting night.
wollstonecraft brochure in the middle of the night, charlie was woken up with a crunching noise followed by agonizing pain--he was experiencing a transformation in the midst of his turn watching the campsite they had set up. he couldn't help but grimance and let out a wail of agony as he dragged himself up from the floor and ran into the woods, as far as his two feet would take him while his limbs twisted and turned underneath his skin. he wanted to get as far away from the campsite as he could, making sure that none of his friends or his brother isaac would be caught in sight when he was in vargulf form. but he could only walk so much before the black beast within him ripped through his skin and pounced in the dirt of the forest floor. he had hoped and prayed that he made it far enough away, and with luck, he thought he did. he couldn't pick up their scent.
but part of him trapped in the shadow of his merciless wolf self ached when he had heard his name being called out by a familiar voice. it was brother isaac, and he had followed charlie to make sure he was okay.
"charlie, what's wrong?", isaac had asked, unfazed by charlie's wolf form. it was something he was familiar with, but he wasn't familiar with the homicidal tendencies that came with his form. and just then, charlie pounced. it didn't matter how hard he tried to dig his nails in the dirt to keep him from charging, the vargulf strength was too strong to stop, even for him. that's your brother!!, he tried to remind himself, but he was far gone. only the sounds of his brother screaming in agony and betrayal filled his ears. he had attacked the one person that meaned the most to him other then his mother.
isaac's last look of fear and plea burned into charlie's memory forever and the sounds of him gargling on his own blood would not leave his mind. he had killed him. it was all charlie's fault.
after what he had done, charlie had to flee. even when his own mother stopped loving him and the navajos pack made it their sole mission to kill the vargulf, nothing hurt his heart more. not more then what he had done to isaac, his flesh and blood. isaac's death haunted him and brought body-shaking sobs out of charlie. he was supposed to be the protector, not the murderer. and yet he had to hold the weight of blood on his hands. there wasn't a moment he didn't think of isaac while on the run.
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it was a friday night. charlie had engulfed himself in booze until he could no longer feel his two feet. even though it had been months since the tragic night, isaac's death weighed on his mind more that day. he just wanted to take the edge off at the closest bar his already buzzed body could lead him to. the beer was cheap, foamy, and warm, but he didn't seem to bat an eye at the quality. he could care less as to how it tasted, charlie wanted to drink until he couldn't anymore. and while blabbing his mouth away to the bartender, laying out his sorrows, a flyer caught his eye. it was pinned to a chipped, black wall behind the bartender's head and it read Wollstonecraft Academy. could it be a new start? he didn't know, but nobody else in the bar seemed to notice it but him, as if his mind had created a possible way out.
imaginative or not, charlie wanted to find out what peace it could offer him in his chaotic world.
i am what everyone always thought of me, a killer. i am what everyone always thought of me, a killer.
i am what everyone always thought of me, a killer. i am what everyone always thought of me, a killer.
Rhiannonโs long, blonde hair falls well below her ribcage. Though itโs nearly straight, there is a hint of waviness to it, likely due to the expansive amount of time spent around water. In that same vein of thought, her hair is rarely ever completely dryโit seems to maintain a bit of dampness, though she would say itโs better off slightly wet than frizzy from the humid air. Because of its length, Rhiannon tends not to bother going beyond pulling back the top section of her hairโtrying to tame such a beast (not to mention fitting it all into a claw clip) is a feat sheโs sure not even King Arthur himself wouldโve been up to. She does, however, love the feeling of having her hair braided, so anytime the offer arises from another, who is she to say no?
skin
Rhiannonโs skin seems to maintain an eternally warm glow, though itโs cool to the touch (not to mention smoothโpossessing a supernatural beauty sure has its perks).
Like the water by which she resides, Rhiannonโs style can only be described as relaxed. She wears lots of flowing materialsโlong skirts, shirts with puffy sleevesโbut always makes sure to balance them out with a tighter-fitting item, such as a corset or jeans that accentuate her hips well. Sheโs not a big fan of wearing shoes, what with spending so much time in or near water, but when she absolutely has to, sheโll most likely settle on sandals of some sort.
faceclaim
Alexa Demie
personality
According to myth, water nymphs are said to be fickle creatures. While some of them have been known to be helpful and nurturing, they can be just as prone to anger, and this is typically the case with Rhiannon. Though she is not necessarily quick to get mad, she stays mad once she is to that point. She doesnโt forgive or forget, her vengeful nature being something that rules her all too easily. She keeps tabs on all those that wrong her, and while she may not exact direct revenge, she has been known to set things into motion, and while this doesnโt always have immediate results, patience is a virtue, and Rhiannon has it. Just as she is grudging, sheโs jealous as well. She has a possessive nature, and while she oftentimes believes sheโs doing the right thingโbeing protective of those she cares forโshe can come across as overbearing, and when she feels that sheโs losing touch with someone, sheโs quick to throw the blame on an outside party. This isnโt to be confused with insecurity, of course, but a lack of trust in others.
Despite these things, Rhiannon is nothing if not charming. She has a natural magnetism that begs the attention of others. She knows it, too, because she carries herself with the confidence of one who knows their worth. With this comes a certain sense that sheโs entitled to get what she wantsโthough sheโs not one to grovel, sheโs been known to stoop to low measures to get her way. Sheโs not above the occasional flirting and manipulation to gain favors from others, but whatโs the harm in a little fun every now and then?
Rhiannon is more than just a pretty face, though. Sheโs quite the clever girlโwith the elaborate schemes she cooks up, she has to be. Thatโs about where the extent of her mindโs efforts ends, however, as she isnโt fond of focusing on her studies. While sheโs perfectly capable of maintaining a high grade if she wanted to, sheโd much rather spend her free time outdoors, whether it be going for a swim in the lake or frolicking through the surrounding woods. Despite her somewhat abrasive personality, nature is the one place she feels at peace, but that hardly comes as a surprise. Itโs in moments like those that if youโre lucky enough to catch her on a good day, you might be able to see her guard lowered just enough that you could get a glimpse of what lies underneath.
At her very core, Rhiannon is a fun-loving creature. Vengeful attitude and manipulative ways aside, she much prefers harmless jokes and childish pranks. Her mischievous nature was engraved in her early on and something that she has yet to let go of entirely. Though most of her smiles are nothing more than a ploy to con something from others, those that know her well enough might get to see the real deal, and if theyโre really lucky, theyโll get a laugh or two out of her.
alignment
chaotic neutral
fears
abandonment, falling in love (and getting her heart broken), most men
Whether it was tricking a wizard into divulging all of his secrets or luring sailors to their deaths, water nymphs have been manipulating men for eons. Their beauty casts a spell that the male population seems all too willing to foolishly fall for, but every once in a while, a nymph falls, too.
Rhiannon wasnโt always the strong-willed young woman she is today. Once upon a time, she was naรฏve to the cruel ways in which the world worked. She wore her heart on her sleeve, too caring and empathetic for her own good. She saw the best in people and trusted too easily because of it. Of course, during medieval times, that was an easy thing to doโeveryone was a hero, traipsing around in their shimmering, metal suits, bragging about the princess they saved or were on their way to save, but Rhiannon was no princess.
Ever the hopeless romantic, Rhiannon couldnโt help but long for the love of fairytales, something more than the blind lust showcased by those unfortunate men that fell victim to her fellow nymphsโ charm as they passed. She wanted nothing more than to be swept off her feet by a knight in shining armor, even if it meant giving up her immortality. She nearly wouldโve had the opportunity, too, if it wasnโt for Guinevere.
Everyone knows the story of King Arthur and his knights, of whom Lancelot was the greatest. Before he was the hailed warrior of legend, he was just a boy. He grew up near the lake where Rhiannon lived with the other nymphs. The two used to play together when they were young, splashing in the cool water and lying on their backs along the shore to watch the clouds drift by. To any onlooker, the two were in loveโwhen it first became apparent, some of the older nymphs, well-versed in the ways of men, warned Rhiannon of what Lancelot would become. Under all of that armor and heroic showmanship was a man who only truly cared about himself and his own desires and needs. Lancelot was destined for greatness, they said, and soon it would be him walking by the lake, ogling them.
Sure enough, Lancelot grew to be strong and handsome, just like the knights that passed their lake year after year. His time with Rhiannon drew to a close when he was called off to battle, though he left with the promise of coming back for her.
Needless to say, he never did, and when Rhiannon caught wind of his great and fabled love for Lady Guinevere, she had no choice but to face the fact that her elders were rightโmen only wanted one thing from them, and it wasnโt love.
Broken-hearted, Rhiannon vowed never again to fall for a manโto keep her heart in check and close herself off emotionallyโbut history is always doomed to repeat itself, so whoโs to say?
the brochure
After the shame and heartache that Lancelotโs betrayal caused, Rhiannon went into hiding. She retreated to the depths of the lake, the passing of time unknown to her until she became painfully aware that her time was nearly up.
War had taken the land, and with it came droughtโthe crops were destroyed and used as battlegrounds, trees cut down for the war efforts, and the waters were filled with the blood of the fallen. What little usable water was left was siphoned out to serve as drinking water for the survivors, but where did that leave the Naiads? With their home and life force nearly gone, most of them either died or were forced to seek shelter elsewhere.
Man had yet again taken something from Rhiannon, but instead of her heart, this time it was very close to being her life.
As Rhiannon lay dying on the lakeโs shore, the strength slowly draining from her body, she had never felt so helplessโso weakโand it enraged her. Perhaps the only reason she was alive long enough to see the brochure tucked into the dirt by her feet was out of sheer spite.
Our Lady Wollstonecraft Academy, it read at the top, and beneath that, a promise of hope and safety.
And sure enough, the bleak, grey clouds overhead opened up, and it began to rain.
species
breakdown
Water nymphs, also known as Naiads preside in and around bodies of freshwater. They have enhanced strength, environmental adaptation (can live in water or on land), indomitable sexuality/supernatural beauty, semi-immortality, zoolingualism (but only in terms of aquatic animals), and water manipulation (to some extent).
rules of species
If the body of water they preside over runs low, so does a Naiadโs strength and power, eventually leading to their death. They are also not immune to manmade weapons, so really, if someone was looking to kill Rhiannon, it would be entirely too easy.
extra
Water manipulation isnโt a predictable power to possess. While some more skilled Naiads are able to do so without much of a problem, Rhiannon is not one of such caliber. Emotions play a large part in thisโwater nearby tends to reflect a nymphโs feelings (if not controlled). For example, anger might cause the liquid to bubble and churn, and as someone who is so easily ruled by her emotions, Rhiannon has been known to burst a pipe or two in the dormitories.
Victoria's hair is jet black and naturally long. She keeps it cut into a bob.
eyes
Victoria's eyes are almond-shaped and bright green.
physique
Victoria is slender and tall. She doesn't work out but she can hold her own in hand-to-hand combat.
wardrobe
Inside Victoria's closet, you will find long sleeve shirts, blouses, long flowy skirts, pumps, and heels. She sticks to black, red, grey, and brown colors.
skin
Her skin is cool-toned ivory and she has brown freckles.
face claim
Alice Pagani
likes
anything horror, Halloween, milk chocolate, roses, onyx, curses, and satanic books and imagery.
dislikes
romance, Valentine's Day, dark chocolate, failing in life, boredom, and dogs.
Victoria possesses an incredible sense of self and strong willpower. She has a fierce sense of independence. An ardent feminist who believes in the advancement of women in society. She has no qualms over confronting anyone who demeans any female. Victoria is an uncommonly compassionate, intelligent, brutally honest, rebellious, and spirited person, as well as an unwaveringly loyal friend.
Having grown up in the world of mortals, Victoria views mortals or familiars as inferior. Her loved ones and belief in freedom of choice are by far the most important to her. Talented, resourceful, brave, and confident, Victoria eventually developed a harsh form of arrogance. This trait, paired with her dedication to being powerful, led her to make reckless and sometimes bad decisions that unfortunately cost her greatly.
mind
mythos
birthing the hybrid
Victoria's mother, Sarah, could not have children. She was very poor and unhealthy. She made her living from healing the sick during the day and a wench by night. The only wish she had was to conceive a child. She would try many spells, rituals, incantations, and sacrifices but nothing seemed to work. One night, she was reading and had the idea to call on Lilith. She set up everything she needed, said her incantation, and sacrificed her offering. Lilith came and Sarah cried to Lilith about what she wanted. Lilith hushed and soothed the woman and promised to give her a child. The only thing she wanted was for Sarah to accept Lilith into her mind, body, heart, and soul as the only one she would serve and pray to. Sarah agreed and Lilith blessed her with a child. 9 months later, Victoria Lilith Rose was born.
living as a hybrid
Growing up, Victoria was a very bitter child but she could also be very loving and caring. She and her mother were very poor and she didn't always get what she wanted. She really didn't take no for an answer when she wanted something and when she couldn't what she wanted, she would lash out at her mother and become destructive. Her demon side really started showing when she reached her teen years. And that's when the real problems started. She would explode easily and get very angry quickly. When angry, she becomes cruel, vile, vulgar, and destructive. It's harder for her to control her demon side when she's angry since that is what fuels it. Her mother soon grew tired of her and the way she treated her. Victoria tried her hardest to control herself in those moments but it was stronger than she was and it was a fight she didn't like to be in so she just let it happen.
the brochure
One day, Victoria was angry at her mother because she couldn't afford to buy some stuff for Victoria that she needed for winter and for her rituals. She lashed out and set the cabin on fire, burning it down to the ground. She and her mother fought it out, witch against demon-witch and her mother lost the fight. Victoria murdered her mother and didn't know that she did until she calmed down. She couldn't control her anger and she just let it all out. She was devastated once she realized what she had done. Now, she had no home and no mother. No place to go to stay warm or any money to eat. She made her way into the woods where she stayed for a few months eating berries and roadkill. She wasn't doing her best and it was becoming dangerous in the woods for her since there had been word of a group of hunters out looking for witches. She was close to death, skin, and bones and she was being hunted. Victoria couldn't do much in her weakened state. She hid under leaves and twigs as the hunters moved around quickly. Watching with tears in her eyes as the men circled her area, shooting around at anything that moved, The shooting startled her since one bullet came close and she blew her cover. She shrieked and made a run for it. The hunters behind her shoot at her. Victoria came to the edge of a cliff and she was cornered. One of the hunters shot at her, hitting her in the chest. She fell back and off the cliff. As she fell she cried and thought of her mother. How much she missed her and how much she wanted to go back to her old life. She had ruined everything. As she hit the ground, she expected to die immediately. But she didn't, it was like she landed on a trampoline. Victoria bounced a few times when she hit the rocks down below. Her arm oozed blood and she covered it up. Healing it with a spell. She was in much pain to move at the moment so she lay at the bottom, staring up at the sky, praying for something good to happen. A gust of wind blew over her and a brochure landed next to her in a pile of leaves. She stretched her arm out as much as she could without causing too much pain and snatched up the paper. She skimmed the paper and smiled. She closed her eyes slowly and dreamt of going to Wollstonecraft. As that was the place she needed to be.
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Species Information: Victoria is a Demon-Witch hybrid. Her mother being a full witch became pregnant with a demon Lilith blessed her with. Mixing both species formed a hybrid and that is how Victoria came to be. Victoria has both the powers of a witch and a demon. She can willingly shapeshift from her human form to her Demon form. Underneath her human appearance, Victoria has a more demonic appearance, consisting of grey skin, messy hair, black eyes, sharp teeth, and a raspy deep voice.
Species Rules: With Victoria being a hybrid, she possesses both the powers of a witch and the powers of a demon. Though, she can only access her demon powers when she's in her demon form. In her demon form, she is able to manipulate Hellfire and Scry. When in her witch form she can cast spells, craft potions, use telekinesis, and use hypnosis. She is learning more about her magic but has the basics covered. Victoria rarely transmutes into her demon form because it drains a lot of energy from her after she regresses to her witch form.
Weaknesses: Holy water, crosses, bibles, and basically anything holy/blessed she cannot touch/if she is touched by one of the items, it will hurt her.
