Fantasy The War of Monsterkind Characters

[Emperor Of Embers]

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[Wonderblue]

Name:
Elias Lilith Tenebris

"Elias" is a conjugate of the name "Elijah", seen in the Greek Testament.
"Lilith" is a beautiful name with an eerie meaning. "Mother of Monsers" or "of the Night" are two of the most common translations.
"Tenebris" is a Latin word meaning "darkness", or "of darkness" due to the is ending.

By the name of this person alone, one should be wary.

Age: Do not be deceived by her youthful appearance, Elias is twenty three years old.


Gender: Feminine, Cisgender (Elias was born a female, and identifies as a female.)


Appearance: Elias has a fairly human-like appearance. There's no crazy tails, ears, scales, or anything that makes her too out of the ordinary. Though Elias has a very pale complexion, and a pinky eye color that puts anyone sane on edge. Humans almost instinctively place "pale skin, red eyes" in the danger catagory, and in this case isn't the worst idea. Elias has no distinctive markings, scars, or tattoos. Her nose is the perfect size for boops. She has pierced ear lobes, and often wears cute little false diamond earrings. (Real diamonds require this wonderful thing called money.) Elias doesn't like anything that dangles, since that makes them easy targets for a painful rip. With small stones, Elias can still be fancy, but someone cannot easily grab them out of her adorable ears.
Elias stands at about five feet, two inches, making her automatically a precious bean in the eyes of the Admin. Her weight shall remain undisclosed, for that is a rude question to ask a Lady. Her build is frail looking, like a hard enough push could shatter her bones. There is little physical strength behind her arms or legs, but Elias tries.


Species or race: Despite how human-like Elias, appears, she is not. Nor is she a vampire, if one was getting excited. Elias is a Sorceress, meaning a member of her family did something to contaminate the pure human blood they once had. It was her Grandmother, Lilith Isolde, who made a deal with the Devil himself. For once, it did not go horribly wrong, and Isolde gained legendary powers that forever changed the family line's abilities.

In a nutshell... Elias is mostly human, but there's traces of an infernal being in her blood, giving her extraordinary magic.

Weapons and/or abilities: So we have learned why Elias appears the way she does, now for the fun part...the magic.
Elias is a Necromancer. Like her Father, Elias has always had an affinity for the undead, and was practically raised by a Zombie filling in as the Tenebris Family butler. She is unafraid of most specters, skeletons, and zombies, for she was trained in how to control them.
Rather than blatantly being able to command, "Zombie, go hit that man who was rude to me", Elias can only give suggestions to her spawn.
Elias does not summon undead out of thin air. She requires a corpse, or something that has the echoes of someone who has died, such as their prized possession or in some cases- a murder weapon. There isn't a limit on how many undead Elias can have out at once, but there is the concern of them fighting each other rather than the enemy. For that reason, Elias tends to keep to only one or two Visitors out at once.

Elias is also sensitive in general to the presence of Ghosts and evil spirits. By touching an object they were once close to, Elias can hear echoes of them, see quick visions of their past, and even feel their emotions briefly.


Personality: The scary name, pale complexion, descended from a Devil, now it's time to perform the great plot twist of the evening.
Everyone expects a Necromancer to be cruel, thoughtless, and evil. That's usually what they are. A normal Necromancer takes away a soul's rest and forces them to do their bidding.

...not this one.
Elias is the definition of a "smol". She is a very sweet and happy character that finds the good in everyone around her- especially ghosts. What makes her have this said affinity is because Elias has traces of an infernal being to her scent, that grants her some respect in the eyes of an undead...but instead of controlling them, Elias tries to make them her friend. She's child-like in her innocence and I can make anyone my buddy attitude, but so far- she hasn't died yet. Fighting against anyone, living or dead isn't something Elias enjoys in the least. She would much rather talk it out and try to understand the reason behind someone's actions than just punish them for it. This unbridled charisma and kindness seems to warm the usually nonexistent heart of undead, and Elias is a very effective GhostBuster.
This smol is naive like the typical one, not believing anyone can be cruel or thoughtless and that people change. The harsh world has not hurt her yet, but as the war is beginning- Elias is starting to see the true colors of humans and monsters alike.

But watch out. Elias cries easily, and it'll break your heart.

Likes: Elias is fond of a lot of things. She enjoys all weather, from sunny to rainy or even snowy. She loves animals, even if they flee from her due to her scary scent of death. Elias appreciates the arts, and really wants to learn how to act. Cheesecake and lasagna are Elias' death row meal. Meeting new people is another fondness of Elias. She finds "interviewing" them to be the fastest way to get someone to open up. She's persistent enough to even pester the quietest souls to speak, and celebrates when they do.


Dislikes: Ah. Elias isn't fond of extreme heat, or oddly the ocean. She justifies this by saying that sand gets everywhere, and that everything in the ocean wants to bite or sting her. Corovids (Ravens, crows, and jays) have also never liked her, and the feeling is mutual. Elias gets dive bombed by them if she gets too close. Violence and cruelty is another hate of Elias, and overall... killing. Elias cannot bring herself to kill anyone. She has no right to. When people die, they change, and not usually for the better. Elias is only a borderline pacifist.


Backstory:
Elias has her heart set on giving spirits the chance to amend their mistakes in life, and believes by taking restless spirits under her wing- gives them a second chance, in a sense. She goes out of her way to ensure a spirit can rest in peace, and once they do- releases them from her to give them their final respects and a proper set off by burning, burying, or some other method.

There are two spirits Elias does keep by her side. The first is the spirit of a puppy called Bravery that resides inside of a new looking dog collar. The story behind Bravery is a truly heroic one. For her sixteenth birthday, after years of begging, Elias was given a puppy for her birthday. She was absolutely delighted, and like a true canine-human relationship should be- it was love at first sight. Elias took her new playmate everywhere, showered him in attention, and upheld her promise to be the best owner she could be... Though disaster struck.
Elias had been playing outside with her new little friend before the two were attacked by a hungry monster. To this day, Elias can barely remember what it looked like, only that it was something out of a nightmare. The little hound tried to fight for his best friend, but was ripped apart in the monster's jaws. This gave Elias enough time to bolt and find a hiding place, but the little puppy wasn't finished protecting his friend yet. Almost a week later, as Elias was grieving over her lost pet- he came back to her. This revealed the magic within her, and the start of her Necromatic career. In order to summon Bravery to her, Elias needs his collar. In combat, Bravery is typically canon fodder- or in other words, never used. Elias couldn't bear to see him hurt once again. When Bravery is summoned, it's usually for companionship. Despite being a ghost, Bravery is just as playful and sweet as the day he died.

Now, the second spirit is one that should be feared in battle. It all started with Elias investigating her house in search of Sources after discovering her powers, and as Elias ran her fingertips over a family heirloom- she heard a voice. It was in a language she did not understand, and Elias was rattled by the rage she received just by touching this. It was a pair of swords, made from the bone of a dragon. This was the Source that connected the Ghost of Vaetrix Greenblade to the material plane. Elias sought the wisdom of her Father about these weapons, and after a serious you must be careful, I would never forgive myself if you were hurt speech, the heirloom was passed to Elias.

The first time she released this Ghost, it seemed like the end. An Elven warrior had appeared, wielding two spectral swords that resembled the Source, in a frenzied attack on anything that moved. Like a true smol hero, Elias deduced that this warrior was remembering how he died and was feeling the fear of that death. This was the first Ghost Elias ever used her suggestion on, and she has rarely done this since. The suggestion worked to pacify the spirit and allow Elias to speak with it. Her charisma roll must have been a NAT 20 (it was), for Elias not only calmed it down, but it told her the secrets of why he had no ascended. Now the Spirit of Vatrix Greenblade stays by her side as Elias follows her long term goal of finding his bones and returning them to his living relatives. So far, Elias has been unsuccessful in her ventures.

On to the lore of this RPG.

Elias happened to be lucky enough to not be immediately on the battlefield lines. The Tenebris family did stay deep within monster turf, and only recently has Elias seen what is happening. It all seemed so far away when she read about it, but witnessing and talking to several soldiers...it opened her eyes. Elias has decided to serve as a Neutral, or benefiting both sides in ridding them of restless spirits that are harming those who were once their allies in life.

 

[Wonderblue]

Name:
Attentäter Render

"Ah-Ten-Tay-Ter"

"Ren-dur"

This name is German for "assassin", due to an inside joke that I find hilarious.
Also known as an Executioner for Hire.


Age: 22 years of age.


Gender: Masculine, Cisgender (Born a male, identifies as a male)


Appearance: Attentäter was on the scrawnier side as a kid, but soon trained himself physically and became a lot more physically fit. He has a sleek build, with short brown hair, and a very sharp chin and jawline. Attentäter has thicker legs than arms, just for the purpose of jumping around and moving with his extreme agility. His overall look is more grubby, like maybe he tried to comb his hair down but didn't get to finish it. Attentäter usually wears enchanted armor. When the magic is in use, the golden highlights glow a bright green or blue. Then they start to get paler as the magic needs to recharge. When not in use the armor appears normal. (Wonder if links work...) Attentäter bears little scars, but one hasn't faded on his left shoulder from scraping it pretty badly...on a Door. It was a trapdoor, but still- embarrassing. He stands at five feet, eleven inches.


Species or race:
HumanISH.

Attentäter's mother is a human, but his Father is a Nephalem. (Half angel, half demon) So he's an interesting mix, but overall seems human-like.


Personality:
Attentäter is known for being very moody. He can go from a silent, terrifying, and stoic person to what seems like your average overdramatic teenager (even though he isn't anymore) in a matter of seconds. Attentäter enjoys being the center of attention when in a small group, but doesn't like that many people to know about him when he's in a crowd. This is due to the enemies he's accumulated. Attentäter has been single all his life, and because of this loneliness and the lack of learning romantic social cues- Attentäter tends to be a huge pervert. He not only looks, but he makes comments and will even attempt to touch if he's feeling bold enough. Attentäter however can take a hint and will back off if he's yelled at (albeit he likes bossy ladies). Preferring the country to the city, Attentäter enjoys purposely finding predatory animals to spar with and memorize their tactics. He also spends a lot of time updating one of his prized possessions, the Tome of Dungeoneering. Attentäter is a total showoff when it comes to this, his skills with sharp objects, rogue skills, and will purposely perform daring feats to impress people and intimidate rivals. When given a task, Attentäter will complete it with flying color- or flat out refuse it if he believes he can't do it.

When it comes to individuals, Attentäter can vary a lot. With shy people, he tends to show a sensitive and sweet side. With more rash people, he's got an arrogance streak and wild heart. He conforms to the person out of fear he'll be left.

Attentäter is not perfect. He hasn't had a chance to pick up social skills, can be extremely insensitive, and will not hesitate to stab others in the back if he has to. Atten has impulse issues, tends to be very overconfident, and starts fights he cannot win. In a former RPG, Atten actually murdered his ship for a bounty. It was tragic.



Likes/Values:
- Attentäter looks up to natural leaders. He isn't one himself and has no idea how to rally people together, so he's definitely a follower.

- Magic is one skill Attentäter never got naturally from his Mother, and he's incredibly envious and impressed by anyone who uses it well, naturally or otherwise.

- Intelligence is another thing Attentäter values, but intellect without sacrificing human nature and emotions. Those people freak him out.

- Beauty. ('Nuff said)

- Attentäter enjoys dead baby jokes, small animals, sharp objects, constructing tree forts, goofing around, and winning.



Dislikes/Fears:

• Failure. Attentäter can't stand the thought of not succeeding, since everything he does- Attentäter obsesses over it and must do it perfectly. The discipline of victory was pounded into his head, and Atten tends to lose it if he fails.
• Abandonment: Attentäter hates being alone. His childhood was more isolated from others, and once he began to make friends, Attentäter felt more alive than he'd ever been before. So Attentäter is ridiculously loyal and clingy with those he cares for since he fears they'll leave him if he doesn't.
• Falling: It all started with a pitfall trap Attentäter fell into during one of his first hunts. When their target attacked before his Mother could get him out, Atten was stuck alone, in the dark, by himself.

Attentäter doesn't enjoy cruelty. He usually won't say anything but his opinion of that person will crumble. Goody-two shoes and Perfect People also make him insane. Attentäter hates senseless destruction of nature, and people taking advantage of others.


Backstory:
Attentäter is the son of two infamous villains. Jaeger hunts with no remorse, Evers is a manipulator of dreams and memories. From this, he did have a surprisingly good childhood. Attentäter ran around with daggers instead of toys, learned how to sneak up on his Mom from a Young age, and always admired his Dad's knowledge of absolutely everything important. (Child's perspective)

When Attentäter hit fourteen, his Father began taking him out on small bounties, and at sixteen, he began to go on his own missions. When his eighteenth birthday hit, Attentäter was a full fledged assassin, and received two gifts from his Father before Atten struck out on his own to see the world.

He found a harsh, cruel, and cold one, but did find love and something he wasn't good at. Protecting people from "evil". Attentäter began being hired as a bodyguard for the Nerivyre family of Sun Elves. Attentäter was stuck protecting the crown princess, Scarlet. Their initial relationship was difficult, to say the least, but soon they started to become...more than friends. Attentäter started to become infatuated with the princess.

However, Scarlet was placed in an arranged marriage to better her family and broke Attentäter's heart by claiming she wasn't interested in him.

Attentäter couldn't bear to watch this. So Atten left the bodyguard business like the pouty teenager he was.

Then, Attentäter went back to bounty hunting like what his old man taught him to do, but found nothing interesting to fight. It wasn't all just bandits and wolves.

After a long period of frustration- Attentäter titled himself an Executioner, and then the jobs started to come in. Attentäter began to work for anyone who paid him, taking out bandits, Vasels who wouldn't pay up, and Attentäter became hated by the community of serfs for this. He lost interest in what was good or evil, just wanting gain power. Like an attack dog, Attentäter would beat peasants into submission.

One day, Attentäter lost it out of the blue. He just left, leaving no note or anything. He decided to travel to a new place where he could start again. Attentäter couldn't find it for a long time. Who needed a teenager whose only skill was to take life? It seemed his human compadres did. He showed up as a mercenary on the human side of things and is now devoted to using his "ninja skills" to cripple the enemy.


Weapons and/or abilities:
Tome of Dungeoneering: Identify spells. Attentäter can whisper a description of a monster or write it down, and the book will flip through it's hundreds of pages and mark every page that mentions what he's described. The book carries information on monsters, spells, magic, everything a Dungon crawler could need to know. This book does precious else than just give info, but Attentäter is known for finding other unique ways to use it. Such as a doorstop or a bludgeon on any irritant's head- within close range, of course.

Burning Blue Plate: Attentäter's armor is enchanted with an elemental gift of Acid creation. Usually blue or green in color, this armor lets the user transform that innocent puddle an enemy stepped in into a liquid that's now eating away at their foot. The armor doesn't often make acid float, but the wearer can change the properties of it. Such as one that burns through wood or metal. The armor should be used in short bursts instead of massive attacks since it can run out of steam quickly.

Attentäter prefers a standard longsword, one that appears- used. His ranged weapon is a compound bow, which is usually folded and carried on his back. Then Attentäter is armed to the teeth with knives of all kind for close ranged combat. He usually keeps these in a satchel and a sword at his belt.

Attentäter likes to get to know who he's facing before jumping into most battles. He does this by approaching them when not in armor and trying to make conversation, engage in a sparring match, check out their gear, and learn their styles of fighting. Then Attentäter decides where to go from there. Calculating a strategy, or if he's too pumped up, Atten improvises during the fight. Winging it isn't ideal, but when you're an excited Executioner- it isn't wise to be held back by petty PLANNING AHEAD. Attentäter may say otherwise, but he NEVER fights fair. He will flick acid in others' eyes, or drip it down their shirt.

Like all heroes in stories, Atten has an animal companion. This is Daikes, a Bird known as a Noxhawk. The creature can produce a line of fire, and its strength is almost legendary. Stories say when a Phoenix falls into darkness, it makes a Noxhawk. This monster serves as Attentäter's mount, getting him into and out of sticky situations. He isn't the most obedient like most intelligent creatures, but does usually do something along the lines of his command.

Ignore the bold printing. It will not let me unbold it.

 

[Angelofwishes7]

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Age: Who knows...

Gender: Technically male

Appearance: Teddy is not the largest demon/monster...thing, standing around 1.5 ft at the shoulder. His body is incredibly slender and flexible making it easy for him to slip into tight spaces. Though his slender build shouldn't let anyone put their guard down as Teddy is also very muscular and light-footed, making him perfect for distractions or sneaking somewhere without the need of a lot of protection. From the tip of his snout to the very end of his tail he is a little under 5 feet in length.

Species or race: Monster/Demon Dog?

Personality: Teddy's personality can be compared to that of a hyperactive puppy. He loves to run and play and will often go or hang around others for companionship. Though he loves to play and enjoy the company of friends, he knows the difference between play time and work, taking his tracking and hunting extremely seriously.

Likes:
- Chicken/ food in general
- People, all shapes and sizes
- just about everything a normal dog would love

Dislikes:
- Swimming
- Being yelled at
- Being Tricked
- Being alone for long periods of time
- The vet will always be his greatest enemy...

Backstory:
Teddy was almost always considered an "ally Dog" of some sort Even though he has had quite a few families, both human and monster-wise that he lived with he tends to move on to different areas and finds companionship with different people after some time has passed.

(I'm a bit stuck on the backstory, will add more if I think of anything...)

Weapons and/or abilities:
- A sharp set of claws and fangs
- Teddy is able to spit a molten lava and fireballs from his mouth
- Teddy is able to heat up his body to extremely high temperatures to keep from being grabbed or touched
- His sense of smell and hearing are some of the best around

Other:
- The glow of Teddy's eyes and body (as shown in the picture) can be shut off while he is being sneaky or hiding, though while it is he can not spit fire or molten lava at anyone.
- Teddy absolutely loves the taste of chicken, raw, cooked, and alive, and will occasionally get distracted or can be bribed by the tasty bird.
- Teddy doesn't really care if he's around humans or monsters. Monsters just tend to treat him better (and not run away or attack him) so he sticks with them and does what they want instead.
-Though Teddy barks and grows much like a dog, he can speak, he just chooses not to very often.
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Spoiler: Full character image / Beast form

Spoiler: Humanoid form picture & Description

When out of his beast-like form Teddy seems to lose most of himself. His body becomes one with the shadows and his fire powers become non-existent. His is able to float above the ground and turn invisible in the darkness, but he seems to lose his happy "puppy-like" personality and it's replaced with a very silent and unnerving figure.

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

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Age: Who knows...

Gender: Technically male

Appearance: Teddy is not the largest demon/monster...thing, standing around 1.5 ft at the shoulder. His body is incredibly slender and flexible making it easy for him to slip into tight spaces. Though his slender build shouldn't let anyone put their guard down as Teddy is also very muscular and light-footed, making him perfect for distractions or sneaking somewhere without the need of a lot of protection. From the tip of his snout to the very end of his tail he is a little under 5 feet in length.

Species or race: Monster/Demon Dog?

Personality: Teddy's personality can be compared to that of a hyperactive puppy. He loves to run and play and will often go or hang around others for companionship. Though he loves to play and enjoy the company of friends, he knows the difference between play time and work, taking his tracking and hunting extremely seriously.

Likes:
- Chicken/ food in general
- People, all shapes and sizes
- just about everything a normal dog would love

Dislikes:
- Swimming
- Being yelled at
- Being Tricked
- Being alone for long periods of time
- The vet will always be his greatest enemy...

Backstory:
Teddy was almost always considered an "ally Dog" of some sort Even though he has had quite a few families, both human and monster-wise that he lived with he tends to move on to different areas and finds companionship with different people after some time has passed.

(I'm a bit stuck on the backstory, will add more if I think of anything...)

Weapons and/or abilities:
- A sharp set of claws and fangs
- Teddy is able to spit a molten lava and fireballs from his mouth
- Teddy is able to heat up his body to extremely high temperatures to keep from being grabbed or touched
- His sense of smell and hearing are some of the best around

Other:
- The glow of Teddy's eyes and body (as shown in the picture) can be shut off while he is being sneaky or hiding, though while it is he can not spit fire or molten lava at anyone.
- Teddy absolutely loves the taste of chicken, raw, cooked, and alive, and will occasionally get distracted or can be bribed by the tasty bird.
- Teddy doesn't really care if he's around humans or monsters. Monsters just tend to treat him better (and not run away or attack him) so he sticks with them and does what they want instead.
-Though Teddy barks and grows much like a dog, he can speak, he just chooses not to very often.
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Spoiler: Full character image

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[Wonderblue]

How does one accomplish such a fabulous text box and image?

 

[Spice]

Name:
“We are Monev”
“O...Kay?”
Timothy Hayes
Monev

Age:
“Definitely not old enough for all of this”
“Are you sure?”
Both are 19 years old

Gender:
“What is this thing?”
“Umm...”
Male
Neither

Appearance:
“Gah! Could you stop popping up behind me like that?”
“...Sorry”

The first image, labeled ‘Timothy’, is their appearance when Timothy is in charge of the body. The second, labeled ‘Monev’, shows their appearance when Monev is in charge of the body. They both exert an amount of control in both forms.

Species or race:
“I’m human”
“Not true”
Human/Host
Parasiote
Monev is what’s reffered to as a parasiote, a parasitic being that latches onto a human host, and in this case Timothy. They enter through the bloodstream and transform the host’s brain so that they share a conscience with the parasiote. Beyond that, the parasite uses the host for their own benefit, since they cannot live outside of a host for more than 2 days. A parasiote’s one goal is to spread its kind among human society, and they will do whatever it takes to do so. Once inhabiting a human host, a parasiote is capable of overpowering the human conscience within and take on its true appearance.

Personality:
“I’m hungry”
“But we just ate...”
Timothy is very rational and solves problems using logic, though since he’s constantly is fearing for his life, not many thoughts or ideas are made. He’s quite introverted and timid, and generally kind. However, like every other person, he has his moments where his annoyance shines through, and it shocks those who don’t know him well enough. Talking with Monev, however, his personality does a full 180. Since they’ve been together for so long, he argues a lot with the parasiote, mostly to prevent him from harming people, though they do have their moments.
In complete contrast to Timothy, Monev, is far more outgoing. He’s loud and at times violent, but overall similar to a hyper puppy around spending so much time with Timothy. He’s playful and seems to enjoy being a parasiote leeching off of Timothy far more than Timothy appreciates it. When he becomes serious, death is likely to follow if Timothy doesn’t manage to cool him off fast enough.

Likes:
“I do like books”
“You’re boring”
+ Reading
+ Tranquility
+ Hot Tea
+ Music
+ Having a Plan
+ Bothering Timothy
+ Food
+ Chaos
+Bloodshed (at times)
+Fighting

Dislikes:
“Why are you so dull?”
“Well, why are you so energetic?”
- Being disturbed
- Brawls
- Sugary foods
- Violence in general
- Wasted Time
- Being Bored
- Lack of Noise
- Pent up anger
- Flavorless foods
- Annoying dogs

Backstory:
“It’s a bit weird”
“No... maybe”
As previously stated, both Timothy and Monev are the same age. This is because Timothy’s mother was a carrier host and could only spread the parasiote through human reproduction. Through this, the parasite also reproduced, and the offspring connected with Timothy. From the moment he was born, Timothy had the parasiote connected to his brain, unlike most who were infected later on in life.

Timothy’s parasiote, which he named Monev, never learned the urge to spread parasiotes among humans, and thus became an outcast among other parasiotes.
From that point on they grew together, every once in a while having to deal with other parasites and hosts who for the most part were disgusted by them. Luckily for them, they never to deal with a particularly violent parasiote, or least not until they were 14.

Timothy was sitting outside on a bench reading while Monev was pestering him. Suddenly, a hand flew out in front of him, smashing the book to the ground. He looked up, ready to try and talk his way out of a another parasiote confrontation when he noticed that they were a huge oozing mass. The parasiote had taken control of the host, and in broad daylight too.

It was clear that thing wanted a fight, and Monev was jumping in anticipation, so Timothy knew what he had to do. He stood up calmly, took a deep breath, then immediately took off in the other direction as fast as he could. However, the other parasiote was faster, and had overtaken and slashed at his arm, causing him to grip it tightly and attempt to keep running, but the parasiote only aimed for his legs, immobilizing him and forcing him onto the ground.

The parasiote then gloated, calling Timothy and Monev “useless to the spread of parasiotes”, then attempted to stab right into Timothy’s throat. He tensed up, ready for the finishing blow, only it didn’t come. He looked up, confused, and saw a dark grey tendril sticking out from the parasiote’s chest.

It was then that he realized that the tendril has come from him, but he couldn’t control it at all. It was Monev in control, and he really wanted a fight. Despite Timothy’s protests, Monev savagely attacked the confused parasiote to the point where it took off to recover. Timothy could only get a glance at his appearance in the shiny reflection of the other parasiote’s black mass, and all he could see were horns.

From that point onward, Monev only grew in strength. They were lucky enough to only encounter a violent parasiote that was fairly
weak, otherwise the attack wouldn’t have been as effective, and they would have likely died. To this day, Timothy has yet to see the full extent of his appearance change between forms, only seeing small bits of it through poor reflections.
Weapons and/or abilities:
“I will eat you”
“I’d prefer you left them alone”
When in Timothy’s form, all Timothy has is a higher pain tolerance and very minor physical enhancements like speed, strength, endurance, and others basics. Monev’s Head can appearance on a small tendril which can protrude from any point on Timothy, but can only move around a short distance and speak.

They also can switch into Monev’s form, in which a dark grey slime like substance consumes and contorts Timothy’s figure.

In that form, the physical enhancements are more extreme, and they have a quicker healing process. Not only that, but Monev can manipulate his slime like skin to be shaped into whatever, plus manipulate how solid or liquid it is. Monev also has the tendency to eat whatever he can get his hands on, and so far he hasn’t been affected yet. ​

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Name:
“We are Monev”
“O...Kay?”
Timothy Hayes
Monev

Age:
“Definitely not old enough for all of this”
“Are you sure?”
Both are 19 years old

Gender:
“What is this thing?”
“Umm...”
Male
Neither

Appearance:
“Gah! Could you stop popping up behind me like that?”
“...Sorry”
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The first image, labeled ‘Timothy’, is their appearance when Timothy is in charge of the body. The second, labeled ‘Monev’, shows their appearance when Monev is in charge of the body. They both exert an amount of control in both forms.

Species or race:
“I’m human”
“Not true”
Human/Host
Parasiote
Monev is what’s reffered to as a parasiote, a parasitic being that latches onto a human host, and in this case Timothy. They enter through the bloodstream and transform the host’s brain so that they share a conscience with the parasiote. Beyond that, the parasite uses the host for their own benefit, since they cannot live outside of a host for more than 2 days. A parasiote’s one goal is to spread its kind among human society, and they will do whatever it takes to do so. Once inhabiting a human host, a parasiote is capable of overpowering the human conscience within and take on its true appearance.

Personality:
“I’m hungry”
“But we just ate...”
Timothy is very rational and solves problems using logic, though since he’s constantly is fearing for his life, not many thoughts or ideas are made. He’s quite introverted and timid, and generally kind. However, like every other person, he has his moments where his annoyance shines through, and it shocks those who don’t know him well enough. Talking with Monev, however, his personality does a full 180. Since they’ve been together for so long, he argues a lot with the parasiote, mostly to prevent him from harming people, though they do have their moments.
In complete contrast to Timothy, Monev, is far more outgoing. He’s loud and at times violent, but overall similar to a hyper puppy around spending so much time with Timothy. He’s playful and seems to enjoy being a parasiote leeching off of Timothy far more than Timothy appreciates it. When he becomes serious, death is likely to follow if Timothy doesn’t manage to cool him off fast enough.

Likes:
“I do like books”
“You’re boring”
+ Reading
+ Tranquility
+ Hot Tea
+ Music
+ Having a Plan
+ Bothering Timothy
+ Food
+ Chaos
+Bloodshed (at times)
+Fighting

Dislikes:
“Why are you so dull?”
“Well, why are you so energetic?”
- Being disturbed
- Brawls
- Sugary foods
- Violence in general
- Wasted Time
- Being Bored
- Lack of Noise
- Pent up anger
- Flavorless foods
- Annoying dogs

Backstory:
“It’s a bit weird”
“No... maybe”
As previously stated, both Timothy and Monev are the same age. This is because Timothy’s mother was a carrier host and could only spread the parasiote through human reproduction. Through this, the parasite also reproduced, and the offspring connected with Timothy. From the moment he was born, Timothy had the parasiote connected to his brain, unlike most who were infected later on in life.

Timothy’s parasiote, which he named Monev, never learned the urge to spread parasiotes among humans, and thus became an outcast among other parasiotes.
From that point on they grew together, every once in a while having to deal with other parasites and hosts who for the most part were disgusted by them. Luckily for them, they never to deal with a particularly violent parasiote, or least not until they were 14.

Timothy was sitting outside on a bench reading while Monev was pestering him. Suddenly, a hand flew out in front of him, smashing the book to the ground. He looked up, ready to try and talk his way out of a another parasiote confrontation when he noticed that they were a huge oozing mass. The parasiote had taken control of the host, and in broad daylight too.

It was clear that thing wanted a fight, and Monev was jumping in anticipation, so Timothy knew what he had to do. He stood up calmly, took a deep breath, then immediately took off in the other direction as fast as he could. However, the other parasiote was faster, and had overtaken and slashed at his arm, causing him to grip it tightly and attempt to keep running, but the parasiote only aimed for his legs, immobilizing him and forcing him onto the ground.

The parasiote then gloated, calling Timothy and Monev “useless to the spread of parasiotes”, then attempted to stab right into Timothy’s throat. He tensed up, ready for the finishing blow, only it didn’t come. He looked up, confused, and saw a dark grey tendril sticking out from the parasiote’s chest.

It was then that he realized that the tendril has come from him, but he couldn’t control it at all. It was Monev in control, and he really wanted a fight. Despite Timothy’s protests, Monev savagely attacked the confused parasiote to the point where it took off to recover. Timothy could only get a glance at his appearance in the shiny reflection of the other parasiote’s black mass, and all he could see were horns.

From that point onward, Monev only grew in strength. They were lucky enough to only encounter a violent parasiote that was fairly
weak, otherwise the attack wouldn’t have been as effective, and they would have likely died. To this day, Timothy has yet to see the full extent of his appearance change between forms, only seeing small bits of it through poor reflections.
Weapons and/or abilities:
“I will eat you”
“I’d prefer you left them alone”
When in Timothy’s form, all Timothy has is a higher pain tolerance and very minor physical enhancements like speed, strength, endurance, and others basics. Monev’s Head can appearance on a small tendril which can protrude from any point on Timothy, but can only move around a short distance and speak.

They also can switch into Monev’s form, in which a dark grey slime like substance consumes and contorts Timothy’s figure.

In that form, the physical enhancements are more extreme, and they have a quicker healing process. Not only that, but Monev can manipulate his slime like skin to be shaped into whatever, plus manipulate how solid or liquid it is. Monev also has the tendency to eat whatever he can get his hands on, and so far he hasn’t been affected yet. ​

I like them!

 

[The Darkling]

Name: Wren Syreni


Age: 23


Gender: female


Appearance:

She stands at about 6' when relaxed but when shes standing up straight and more posed she can stand at about 6'5". Her skin is almost a golden ivory color with both slightly scaled and furred patches covering different parts of her body. Her eyes at first seem a bright hazel but if you pay attention and look you can see a bright ocean colored ring of color surrounding her pupil that glows gently when its dark out.

Spoiler: Eye color

Species or race: Satyr (with some..fishy merfolk lineage)


Personality: You will usually find Wren among other people or monsters..though maybe not as much lately. Shes always trying to smile and crack jokes with those around her especially when things are looking dull or dark, which probably has to do with the fact shes quite the empath. Its a burden truly but she cant stand being around negative emotions. And it gets exhausting after some time and for being one of the most cheery people around normally she hides a lot of pain and frustrations that only come out when shes alone. Its a hard life right now looking the way she does after all. She can also be a bit overprotective with others and at times its good but that means she worries over the small things every now and then. But you could ask for no one better to have by your side in a time of need. She would gladly take a bullet or anything else for that matter for someone and will always put others first.


Likes:
Swimming-"Brings me back to times when we would visit family in Ireland"
Exercising- "Well the thighs dont work themselves do they?"
Food- "Cant beat some good old fashioned home cooking"
Jokes- "Did you hear about the monster with one eye at the back of his head, and one at the front? He was terribly moody because he couldn't see eye to eye with
himself.....No? ok.."
The holidays- "Hey I like to give people gifts..plus snow you know?"
Star gazing- "I feel closer to home sometimes.."


Dislikes:
Being interrupted- "So help me gods dont even get me started"
Heights-"What? Is it that weird? Its because im tall isnt it.."
Hot weather-"Fur and heat? Ya no it doesnt mix well"
Coffee-"Too bitter..more of a juice girl myself"
Prudes-"Clothes dont fit me well more often than not..dont like seeing a bit of skin? Too bad!"
Clothes-"But man when I dont find something that fits you bet your ass im rocking that"

Backstory: She grew up with only her mother around, a beautiful chestnut colored faun woman who lived in the forest bordering the ocean cliffs in Ireland. It was a good place for her kind to live as most monster kind that lived there were seclusive and usually loners which also meant that humans in nearby towns didnt fear them much. And not too mention it had some of the most interesting monsters on hand. Her mother told her that when she was young she met a young man..a siren she told her. And though she knew it wasnt right she couldnt help but fall in love with him. But like many sirens he wasnt around long and when the rest of his family moved on so did he. She told her he was around when she was born but that was it, knowing full well how hard it would be for them to be in each others lives. When she was born her mothers family was furious as to why she would have a child born from a siren of all things and not a handsome young satyr boy.
This in turn didnt sit well with her mother and she chose to leave with Wren and moved into a small abandoned cottage that she calls her home to this day. And it was a good humble life for Wren with a mother who showered her with love and taught her many great things, but for some reason she always had this itch to leave and to go new places. Her mother said she was just like her father in that sense. And she did after awhile..she left to see new places and meet new people, which was fun and all until tensions rose between the humans and her kind once more. It happened slower in some areas and quicker in others and at this time Wren was an adult now and living most of her life on her own, it had even been sometime since she saw her mother last. And with the rise of monster being killed, hunted and blamed she felt it was time to go back and visit her old childhood home.
She couldnt take what she saw next back in her old home..blood, lots and lots of blood. She turned tail quickly to where her grandparents den was and found them huddled togther still in shock over the past weeks events. Apparently some frightened humans in the village over mistook her gentle mother for a more vicious creature in the dead of night, as she was walking the beaches as she normally did from time to time. Her body was found the next morning when her grandparents were trying to find her. Unlike many monsters they had no special abilities to protect them other than night vision. W
Wren went back home with a pit in her stomach and the thought that she had to try and change the path that her kind was starting to face.


Weapons and/or abilities: Not being one for weapons she was thankfully born with night vision as well as an extreme form of empathy. She can also heal small wounds in a quick duration of time and more serious wounds over a longer duration of time. Other than that she is also quite strong and trains in hand to hand combat.

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Name: Wren Syreni


Age: 23


Gender: female


Appearance:

She stands at about 6' when relaxed but when shes standing up straight and more posed she can stand at about 6'5". Her skin is almost a golden ivory color with both slightly scaled and furred patches covering different parts of her body. Her eyes at first seem a bright hazel but if you pay attention and look you can see a bright ocean colored ring of color surrounding her pupil that glows gently when its dark out.

Spoiler: Eye color

Species or race: Satyr (with some..fishy merfolk lineage)


Personality: You will usually find Wren among other people or monsters..though maybe not as much lately. Shes always trying to smile and crack jokes with those around her especially when things are looking dull or dark, which probably has to do with the fact shes quite the empath. Its a burden truly but she cant stand being around negative emotions. And it gets exhausting after some time and for being one of the most cheery people around normally she hides a lot of pain and frustrations that only come out when shes alone. Its a hard life right now looking the way she does after all. She can also be a bit overprotective with others and at times its good but that means she worries over the small things every now and then. But you could ask for no one better to have by your side in a time of need. She would gladly take a bullet or anything else for that matter for someone and will always put others first.


Likes:
Swimming-"Brings me back to times when we would visit family in Ireland"
Exercising- "Well the thighs dont work themselves do they?"
Food- "Cant beat some good old fashioned home cooking"
Jokes- "Did you hear about the monster with one eye at the back of his head, and one at the front? He was terribly moody because he couldn't see eye to eye with
himself.....No? ok.."
The holidays- "Hey I like to give people gifts..plus snow you know?"
Star gazing- "I feel closer to home sometimes.."


Dislikes:
Being interrupted- "So help me gods dont even get me started"
Heights-"What? Is it that weird? Its because im tall isnt it.."
Hot weather-"Fur and heat? Ya no it doesnt mix well"
Coffee-"Too bitter..more of a juice girl myself"
Prudes-"Clothes dont fit me well more often than not..dont like seeing a bit of skin? Too bad!"
Clothes-"But man when I dont find something that fits you bet your ass im rocking that"

Backstory: She grew up with only her mother around, a beautiful chestnut colored faun woman who lived in the forest bordering the ocean cliffs in Ireland. It was a good place for her kind to live as most monster kind that lived there were seclusive and usually loners which also meant that humans in nearby towns didnt fear them much. And not too mention it had some of the most interesting monsters on hand. Her mother told her that when she was young she met a young man..a siren she told her. And though she knew it wasnt right she couldnt help but fall in love with him. But like many sirens he wasnt around long and when the rest of his family moved on so did he. She told her he was around when she was born but that was it, knowing full well how hard it would be for them to be in each others lives. When she was born her mothers family was furious as to why she would have a child born from a siren of all things and not a handsome young satyr boy.
This in turn didnt sit well with her mother and she chose to leave with Wren and moved into a small abandoned cottage that she calls her home to this day. And it was a good humble life for Wren with a mother who showered her with love and taught her many great things, but for some reason she always had this itch to leave and to go new places. Her mother said she was just like her father in that sense. And she did after awhile..she left to see new places and meet new people, which was fun and all until tensions rose between the humans and her kind once more. It happened slower in some areas and quicker in others and at this time Wren was an adult now and living most of her life on her own, it had even been sometime since she saw her mother last. And with the rise of monster being killed, hunted and blamed she felt it was time to go back and visit her old childhood home.
She couldnt take what she saw next back in her old home..blood, lots and lots of blood. She turned tail quickly to where her grandparents den was and found them huddled togther still in shock over the past weeks events. Apparently some frightened humans in the village over mistook her gentle mother for a more vicious creature in the dead of night, as she was walking the beaches as she normally did from time to time. Her body was found the next morning when her grandparents were trying to find her. Unlike many monsters they had no special abilities to protect them other than night vision. W
Wren went back home with a pit in her stomach and the thought that she had to try and change the path that her kind was starting to face.


Weapons and/or abilities: Not being one for weapons she was thankfully born with night vision as well as an extreme form of empathy. She can also heal small wounds in a quick duration of time and more serious wounds over a longer duration of time. Other than that she is also quite strong and trains in hand to hand combat.

Very interesting. I like her a lot!

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Name: Lilith AKA Hellgirl


Age:82


Gender: Female


Appearance:

(No, she doesn't actually smoke)
Species or race: Half demon


Personality: She is a bit gruff, and dry humored. But she is quiet, and reserved as well. Lilith is also snarky, and sassy when she wants to be.

However, she cares deeply for those she is around, and most of Humankind and Monsterkind, and would go to any length to ensure their safety, even if it means fighting to protect both sides.


Likes: Fighting, drinking, and eating


Dislikes: Interruptions, equipment malfunctions, and of course, people being jerks.


Backstory: about 82 years ago from now, Lilith was summoned by some evil people to win a very big war, however, it wasn't until the Allies came in and took her in before she could do any harm, and took a liking to one of the scientists. After the massive war ended, she was put into training as a Paranormal Investigation agent, armed with charms, as well as other religious equipment and modern weapons. When her adoptive father died while she was 30 years old, she took it upon herself to start doing some good for the world, and defy her the rules set for her as a half demon. Lilith saw the Monster War start as crime began to rise, and humanity grew afraid. She tried her best to make things right, but things only got worse. Now she works alongside the Phoenix Circle to make both sides live in harmony once more.


Weapons and/or abilities: Superhuman Endurance, where she can survive any injury fatal to humans, as well as fall from great heights. She is also strong enough to tear a tree from its roots, and throw it at an enemy, as well as age much slower than a human, despite maturing faster than a human in a physical sense. She can understand languages of many magical races, and she also has immunity to fire of any degree and immunity to electrocution. In her Full Demon Form, her horns grow to full size, and she is able to manipulate Hell Fire, as well as fly from the wings grown on her back. She also has a 10 pound, four shot revolver she named Samaritan, which fires bullets with Holy Water, garlic cloves, and white oak shavings, and the Right Hand of Doom, a massive stone hand that she was born with. She also has Occult Knowledge and experience in hand to hand combat.


Name: Rocky Hardy


Age: 30


Gender: Male


Appearance:


Species or race: Brachydios


Personality: Rocky is a bit of a brash and rather blunt kind of person. However, he has a heart of gold. Despite his rather intimidating appearance, he is the kindest, and most caring. However, he is tough, and a bit stubborn most of the time, with a short fuse. He will explode in a very volatile fashion should he get to that point. He is also a bit of a father figure to those who are younger than him, giving advice, telling awful jokes, etc. But what makes him shine, is his determination and sheer will to fight. Though, he does not open up very easily, in terms of communication and emotion. He will speak his mind when he needs to.


Likes: Destruction, hanging out, fighting, working out, even spending time with his daughter, Ruby.


Dislikes: Water (he is very weak to any attacks involving water, due to his obsidian carapace) anyone who disrespects him or anyone else, or those who give up too easily. And of course, he hates those who are better than him, for he is very competitive.


Backstory:

Born and abandoned by his actual parents, a human woman and human man took him in as their own, and raised him to be the best person he could be. Once he got to age 10, his father started training him to be a MMA fighter in the Mythical division, using his rock hard fists to his advantage, and his anger issues were pretty much non-existent, Fast forward 10 years, he was named Champion of the welterweight division if the Mythical version of MMA, and adopted a little girl, who he named Ruby. 5 years later, his glory was turned down when the war started, and his parents becoming casualties to the human war machine, ever since then, he had one goal in mind, Revenge.

Weapons and/or abilities: Rocky has a vast arsenal at his disposal, first off, his obsidian carapace. It insulates him so he can survive in Volcanic heat and even the toughest cold, and he packs 2 obsidian fists that ooze with a green explosive slime, which only his saliva can activate. When angry, the slime changes to a neon yellow color, and explodes on impact when primed, instead of waiting to detonate as a puddle. The slime puddle goes from Green, yellow, orange, then red. Once the slime is red, it detonates, causing major damage due to the force of the explosion. He is far more resilient, and can take explosions as powerful as heat seeking missile.

Name: Ruby Hardy


Age: 5


Gender: Female


Appearance:


Species or race: Human


Personality: Ruby is a very sweet girl, and is always looking to make people smile. She is very playful, but at first, she is shy, and weary of strangers. However, she is a smart cookie, and very caring to those she loves.


Likes: Sweets, spending time with Rocky, playing, and petting animals.


Dislikes: Negativity, strangers, fighting (heated arguments)


Backstory: Not much here in terms of backstory, but will reveal in character.


Weapons and/or abilities: N/A

 

[animegirl20]

Name:
Iris

Age:
13

Gender:
Female

Species or race:
Carbuncle - a mythical creature reportedly sighted in the Americas by Spanish conquistadors. It is described as a small creature, either a bird or a mammal, that has a gem in its forehead crystallized from the brain of a dead dragon. According to myth, it is good luck to catch a carbuncle.

Personality:
Iris is an extremely energetic, cute, sweet, cheerful and a very kind girl. She often comes across as naïve, clumsy, dense and clueless, but she has her perceptive moments on occasion. Iris's optimistic and trustworthy character allows her to be friendly with everybody, she is very outgoing. Though sometimes she's quite gullible and believes what everyone tells her. She's very scared of ghosts. She is clueless about things relating to herself but perceptive of others. Though when she finds out information about her friends, she usually keeps quiet about it. Despite her sweet nature, and cuteness. Iris has a very vicious temper.

Likes:
Strawberries
Sleeping under the warm sun

Dislikes:
Thunder and lighting
Spiders

Backstory:
Carbuncles, the strange legend of a creature with a red gem in the middle of their forehead. What the gem is for no one knows. Carbuncles have always been a mystery to people and "monsters" alike. Their quite rare and one hardly is ever seen. No one even really knows what they look like. So many rumors and so many stories of seeing beautiful fiery gem on the forehead of a creature at night. At this point people and monsters included think they are only myth or just a silly legend.

Weapons and/or abilities:
Unknown​

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Name:
Iris

Age:
13

Gender:
Female
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Species or race:
Carbuncle - a mythical creature reportedly sighted in the Americas by Spanish conquistadors. It is described as a small creature, either a bird or a mammal, that has a gem in its forehead crystallized from the brain of a dead dragon. According to myth, it is good luck to catch a carbuncle.
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Personality:
Iris is an extremely energetic, cute, sweet, cheerful and a very kind girl. She often comes across as naïve, clumsy, dense and clueless, but she has her perceptive moments on occasion. Iris's optimistic and trustworthy character allows her to be friendly with everybody, she is very outgoing. Though sometimes she's quite gullible and believes what everyone tells her. She's very scared of ghosts. She is clueless about things relating to herself but perceptive of others. Though when she finds out information about her friends, she usually keeps quiet about it. Despite her sweet nature, and cuteness. Iris has a very vicious temper.

Likes:
Strawberries
Sleeping under the warm sun

Dislikes:
Thunder and lighting
Spiders

Backstory:
Carbuncles, the strange legend of a creature with a red gem in the middle of their forehead. What the gem is for no one knows. Carbuncles have always been a mystery to people and "monsters" alike. Their quite rare and one hardly is ever seen. No one even really knows what they look like. So many rumors and so many stories of seeing beautiful fiery gem on the forehead of a creature at night. At this point people and monsters included think they are only myth or just a silly legend.

Weapons and/or abilities:
Unknown​

I really like her!

 

[Killerclown]

Name: Coach Harvey Astor


Age: 43


Gender: Male


Appearance: Stock Photo - Smiling mature man wearing a tracksuit

Species or race: Human


Personality: Harvey Astor, or "General Astor" as a lot of people in his school seems to call him, is a steadfast man with a stern attitude towards his students, almost like a drill sergeant to his troops. Mr. Astor, despite his stern attitude and his stone-faced reactions to most jokes, is a well-respected man within the school, mostly due to his generosity and his polite, almost chivalrous behavior when outside of gym. However, there is a side of Coach Astor that Astor himself hopes never sees the light of day. Astor had a traumatic experience with a monster and as a result, is deathly of afraid of them. This fear manifests as nervousness, obvious fear, and if provoked, running away in sheer terror from any monster he deems to be threatening him. Also in this state, Astor will be to scared and stubborn to listen to anyone trying to calm him down, often taking a collected effort by whoever is with him to calm him down.


Likes: His Job, Football, Sports in general, diet soda, classical music


Dislikes: Monsters (At least until one changes his perspective), clowns, failure, being seen as a coward


Backstory: Harvey Astor was always an adventurous child. Growing up a town surrounded by wilderness, Harvey would often spent hours everyday exploring the woods near his family's home and interact with it's flora, and sometimes with it's fauna. One of these incursions into the woods would cause Harvey to meet one of his first friends, a dragon named Elora, whom Harvey quickly befriended after a game of tag. Harvey and Elora would remain friends throughout most of of their childhoods, though not without consequences. Some of Harvey's human peers who hated monsters often bullied Harvey for hanging with the local " Scale Girl" and sought out to make Harvey's life a living hell. However, this did not stop Harvey's friendship with Elora, who loved Harvey's company.

When Harvey was 11, He and Elora were meant to go out camping in the woods. But on the day of the trip, it wasn't Elora who met him in the woods, it was Elora's cousin, who was a staunch human-hater who never approved of Elora and Harvey's friendship. Elora's cousin then proceeded to attempt to kill Harvey, clawing him deeply on the arm as he did. Harvey immediately ran deep into the woods while Elora's cousin chased him, taunting him by saying that Elora's parents sent him to kill him, which was a lie. Harvey eventually lost the cousin but found himself in a even worse situation, he was lost in the woods and had no idea how to get out. He was eventually found by a group of hunters, but the damage was already done, especially to his friendship with Elora and his opinions on monsters in general. This was revealed when Elora visited Harvey in the hospital and Harvey had a panic attack upon seeing her, losing his trust in all monsters in general and developing a deathly fear of them, something that wasn't helped years later by the news reports of horrific crimes committed by Monsters.

Eventually, Harvey went to college and played for his University's football team, and proved quite good at it. After College, he tried to get into the NFL but injured himself during practice, ruining his chances. He eventually ended up teaching for a high school, and found he quite enjoyed it, eventually to the point where he decided to make it his full time job. Under his watch, the school's football team ended up becoming state champion's three years in a row, a fact he holds with great pride. Unfortunately, during the start of the new school year, a unannounced bombing during the opening phases of the War ended up causing the school to collapse, leaving Harvey trapped under the rubble, hoping to be rescued.


Weapons and/or abilities No weapons yet.
Harvey is a skilled motivator and is able to get people and up and moving. He is also remarkably fit for a man his age and can theoretically bench press up to 500 pounds and run up to 1000 ft without running out of breath.

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Name: Coach Harvey Astor


Age: 43


Gender: Male


Appearance: Stock Photo - Smiling mature man wearing a tracksuit

Species or race: Human


Personality: Harvey Astor, or "General Astor" as a lot of people in his school seems to call him, is a steadfast man with a stern attitude towards his students, almost like a drill sergeant to his troops. Mr. Astor, despite his stern attitude and his stone-faced reactions to most jokes, is a well-respected man within the school, mostly due to his generosity and his polite, almost chivalrous behavior when outside of gym. However, there is a side of Coach Astor that Astor himself hopes never sees the light of day. Astor had a traumatic experience with a monster and as a result, is deathly of afraid of them. This fear manifests as nervousness, obvious fear, and if provoked, running away in sheer terror from any monster he deems to be threatening him. Also in this state, Astor will be to scared and stubborn to listen to anyone trying to calm him down, often taking a collected effort by whoever is with him to calm him down.


Likes: His Job, Football, Sports in general, diet soda, classical music


Dislikes: Monsters (At least until one changes his perspective), clowns, failure, being seen as a coward


Backstory: Harvey Astor was always an adventurous child. Growing up a town surrounded by wilderness, Harvey would often spent hours everyday exploring the woods near his family's home and interact with it's flora, and sometimes with it's fauna. One of these incursions into the woods would cause Harvey to meet one of his first friends, a dragon named Elora, whom Harvey quickly befriended after a game of tag. Harvey and Elora would remain friends throughout most of of their childhoods, though not without consequences. Some of Harvey's human peers who hated monsters often bullied Harvey for hanging with the local " Scale Girl" and sought out to make Harvey's life a living hell. However, this did not stop Harvey's friendship with Elora, who loved Harvey's company.

When Harvey was 11, He and Elora were meant to go out camping in the woods. But on the day of the trip, it wasn't Elora who met him in the woods, it was Elora's cousin, who was a staunch human-hater who never approved of Elora and Harvey's friendship. Elora's cousin then proceeded to attempt to kill Harvey, clawing him deeply on the arm as he did. Harvey immediately ran deep into the woods while Elora's cousin chased him, taunting him by saying that Elora's parents sent him to kill him, which was a lie. Harvey eventually lost the cousin but found himself in a even worse situation, he was lost in the woods and had no idea how to get out. He was eventually found by a group of hunters, but the damage was already done, especially to his friendship with Elora and his opinions on monsters in general. This was revealed when Elora visited Harvey in the hospital and Harvey had a panic attack upon seeing her, losing his trust in all monsters in general and developing a deathly fear of them, something that wasn't helped years later by the news reports of horrific crimes committed by Monsters.

Eventually, Harvey went to college and played for his University's football team, and proved quite good at it. After College, he tried to get into the NFL but injured himself during practice, ruining his chances. He eventually ended up teaching for a high school, and found he quite enjoyed it, eventually to the point where he decided to make it his full time job. Under his watch, the school's football team ended up becoming state champion's three years in a row, a fact he holds with great pride. Unfortunately, during the start of the new school year, a unannounced bombing during the opening phases of the War ended up causing the school to collapse, leaving Harvey trapped under the rubble, hoping to be rescued.


Weapons and/or abilities No weapons yet.
Harvey is a skilled motivator and is able to get people and up and moving. He is also remarkably fit for a man his age and can theoretically bench press up to 500 pounds and run up to 1000 ft without running out of breath.

I like him!

 

[Daniel Reaving]

May I join!!

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

May I join!!

Of course

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Of course

I got a great idea but idk if it is ok. Could I private dm you it and see if it’s ok? ^-^

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

I got a great idea but idk if it is ok. Could I private dm you it and see if it’s ok? ^—7

Sure, go ahead

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Name:
Ariana Boswell

Age:
Actual age is only about 2 but physical and mental wise the Avarians are about 20 in human terms

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Spoiler: Image dump

Species or race:
Avarian (last of her kind after humans killed the few others that remained)

Personality:
Ariana is a devilish girl to say the least. Always hyper, looking for fun with those she trusts. Not a very talkative girl, bashful around new people and always cautious of what they will say about her. Being very shy at first and warming up to being a childish girl with a mature attitude at times. Deep down though she’s always scared Of how people will react to how she Looks. Constantly watching her back she has been searching for a safe place a safe person. Anything to where she wouldn’t have to hide herself from the world. A safe place. Currently after watching her parents murdered Ariana has reverted to a childlike state of mind

Likes:
Feeling safe, being around happy people, being around those who care for her, sweet food, meat,cuddling, being a nusance at times

Dislikes:
Feeling scared, not getting a good nights rest, spicy food, spiders,

Backstory:
Ariana grew up like any child would like to. In a loving family with her mom and dad. It wasn’t till she turned 1 and a half that the genocide of her kind happened. There hasn’t been many Avarian’s to begin with. Only a hundred or so and they all lived in the same place. It was easy for the humans when they came in. Killing every last one due to the avarians being a naturally predatory species even though they showed no want to hunt humans. They killed them all, or so they thought. Ariana’s parents had managed to hide her well from the humans to where she could escape after the humans left and try to live her life. A life of running

Weapons and/or abilities:
Enhanced senses-Ariana has senes that far outmatch even a dogs giving her superhuman eyesight smell hearing I’m edition to the special sixth sense Avarians have with there tongue. Able to read things like atmosphere and many others with there elomgated tongues
Predatory instincts- Avarians have a natural predatory instinct. A skill much needed when there primary diet is meat. Giving Ariana the skills to be stealthy and hunt her prey
Superhuman speed-Avarians have immense power in there legs giving them the ability to run around 400 mph in a dead straight sprint
Superhuman strength-Avarians Have immense strength in there bodies alone able to break through brick walls, lift cars and many other things. In addition there massive 6 meter long tail only adds into his much her kind can lift
Natural camouflage—Avarians developed the ability to change the colors of there skin to the surrounding picture
In edition Avarians can climb on walls and ceilings

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Name:
Ariana Boswell

Age:
Actual age is only about 2 but physical and mental wise the Avarians are about 20 in human terms

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
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Species or race:
Avarian (last of her kind after humans killed the few others that remained)

Personality:
Ariana is a devilish girl to say the least. Always hyper, looking for fun with those she trusts. Not a very talkative girl, bashful around new people and always cautious of what they will say about her. Being very shy at first and warming up to being a childish girl with a mature attitude at times. Deep down though she’s always scared Of how people will react to how she Looks. Constantly watching her back she has been searching for a safe place a safe person. Anything to where she wouldn’t have to hide herself from the world. A safe place. Currently after watching her parents murdered Ariana has reverted to a childlike state of mind

Likes:
Feeling safe, being around happy people, being around those who care for her, sweet food, meat,cuddling, being a nusance at times

Dislikes:
Feeling scared, not getting a good nights rest, spicy food, spiders,

Backstory:
Ariana grew up like any child would like to. In a loving family with her mom and dad. It wasn’t till she turned 1 and a half that the genocide of her kind happened. There hasn’t been many Avarian’s to begin with. Only a hundred or so and they all lived in the same place. It was easy for the humans when they came in. Killing every last one due to the avarians being a naturally predatory species even though they showed no want to hunt humans. They killed them all, or so they thought. Ariana’s parents had managed to hide her well from the humans to where she could escape after the humans left and try to live her life. A life of running

Weapons and/or abilities:
Enhanced senses-Ariana has senes that far outmatch even a dogs giving her superhuman eyesight smell hearing I’m edition to the special sixth sense Avarians have with there tongue. Able to read things like atmosphere and many others with there elomgated tongues
Predatory instincts- Avarians have a natural predatory instinct. A skill much needed when there primary diet is meat. Giving Ariana the skills to be stealthy and hunt her prey
Superhuman speed-Avarians have immense power in there legs giving them the ability to run around 400 mph in a dead straight sprint
Superhuman strength-Avarians Have immense strength in there bodies alone able to break through brick walls, lift cars and many other things. In addition there massive 6 meter long tail only adds into his much her kind can lift
Natural camouflage—Avarians developed the ability to change the colors of there skin to the surrounding picture
In edition Avarians can climb on walls and ceilings

Accepted!

 

[Keira_Herah]

Name: Espen


Age: 2470 roughly


Gender: Male


Appearance:
he is able to take only the form of animals, so his appearance would change when he chooses to take a different animal from his realm
(Current form attached)


Species or race:
Espen was once an angel until being cursed, now he can only take animal forms.


Personality:
serious and often very quiet. Espen has a strong sense of right and wrong. He is a brave creature, and clever when he needs to be, however his strength is his most dominant trait. Due to the nature of his curse, Espen is always in search of a master to serve. To work as a pet for a worthy man or woman.


Likes:
soft music, peace and quiet, goodhearted people, helping others. He would also like to break the curse that has been put on him and return to his angelic form, but there has so far been no leads on how he could achieve that.


Dislikes:
Demons, they were the reason he became an animal this way. Evil people, loud noises and injustice. He also has a low tolerance for cowardice.


Backstory:
As a young Angel, Espen was over Confident and skilled in battle, soon earning his way to the top of the Armies of Heaven as General. For a few hundred years the pattern of battle was this; victory. This began to make Espen feel as though he were invincible, until there was a champion of hell sent to challenge the Invincible Army. Espen of course thought that this would be like every other Victory his army had won. Quickly realizing he had underestimated his foe, the General began to become nervous, watching his men fall with ease, at the hands of one powerful demon. Espen quickly jumped into the fight with this impressive foe, only to quickly find that he had been defeated and cursed in the form of a hell hound. Hell's champion laughed as the once magnificent Angel, had become a Dog, unable to speak, forced to be a pet of another, for as long as he shall live. Now Espen has learned to control his animal forms and is currently in the bear form as seen in the attachment, the human he once served has passed, leading Espen to search now for a new master.


Weapons and/or abilities:
After being stripped of his status of Angel, he lost all of his past Angelic powers and now only possesses the ability to change animal forms, his strengths/powers are dependent on the form he is in, and do not exceed the powers given to that animal.

Forms seen so far:
Sprit Bear


Spirit Crab


Void Worm

Current form:
Spirit Sabre Worg

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Name: Espen


Age: 2470 roughly


Gender: Male


Appearance:
he is able to take only the form of animals, so his appearance would change when he chooses to take a different animal from his realm
(Current form attached)


Species or race:
Espen was once an angel until being cursed, now he can only take animal forms.


Personality:
serious and often very quiet. Espen has a strong sense of right and wrong. He is a brave creature, and clever when he needs to be, however his strength is his most dominant trait. Due to the nature of his curse, Espen is always in search of a master to serve. To work as a pet for a worthy man or woman.


Likes:
soft music, peace and quiet, goodhearted people, helping others. He would also like to break the curse that has been put on him and return to his angelic form, but there has so far been no leads on how he could achieve that.


Dislikes:
Demons, they were the reason he became an animal this way. Evil people, loud noises and injustice. He also has a low tolerance for cowardice.


Backstory:
As a young Angel, Espen was over Confident and skilled in battle, soon earning his way to the top of the Armies of Heaven as General. For a few hundred years the pattern of battle was this; victory. This began to make Espen feel as though he were invincible, until there was a champion of hell sent to challenge the Invincible Army. Espen of course thought that this would be like every other Victory his army had won. Quickly realizing he had underestimated his foe, the General began to become nervous, watching his men fall with ease, at the hands of one powerful demon. Espen quickly jumped into the fight with this impressive foe, only to quickly find that he had been defeated and cursed in the form of a hell hound. Hell's champion laughed as the once magnificent Angel, had become a Dog, unable to speak, forced to be a pet of another, for as long as he shall live. Now Espen has learned to control his animal forms and is currently in the bear form as seen in the attachment, the human he once served has passed, leading Espen to search now for a new master.


Weapons and/or abilities:
After being stripped of his status of Angel, he lost all of his past Angelic powers and now only possesses the ability to change animal forms, his strengths/powers are dependent on the form he is in, and do not exceed the powers given to that animal.

I can tell he won't like hellgirl too much, but a good character no less. Accepted

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Name: Code: Pyro-Psychosis, aka Wesley Walker


Age: 40


Gender: male


Appearance:
(This is his Mutant Form, which he transforms into when near death)

Species or race: Human (turned Monster)


Personality: Wesley is a bit on the Insane side of thinking, screaming at the top of his lungs, cackling maniacally as he tears apart his victims. But, he has a sane voice in his head, telling him what to do. Wesley has a hard time with this, but will listen to the voice most of the time. He also cares for others in his own way, screaming at the top of his lungs, and speaking in rather confusing sayings that may sound downright scary or silly. Wesley is a bit of a loner, and rightfully so, since his sanity doesn't want people getting hurt.


Likes: ripping flesh off his foes, screaming, people he can trust, and those who try to help him.


Dislikes: his friends Being hurt, himself (due to him being insane, he often hates himself for his heinous crimes he committed)


Backstory: Wesley was only 20 years old when he was first deployed by the military, and sent to a 3rd world country to help with a war effort against some monsters that had formed a gang of elitist individuals. But, being insane, but keeping control, he follows orders, and shoots them down on sight, along with his squad. Once back home a year later, he settled down with his wife, a Lamia who had loved him dearly, and tried her best to work with his insanity, along with his daughter, who was also a lamia. But one day, before the war started, he was taken by the government, and was experimented on. Before that, he watched as the very government he fought for slaughtered his family, breaking the fragile dome of his sanity, and causing him to completely lose it. During those experiments, he went from an insane man, to a psychotic weapon of war. Wesley escaped the lab when he was let loose, slaughtering the very men who made him into the Monster he is today. The scientists and soldiers paid the price for making him suffer, and he will continue to make them pay until the war is over, now he roams around the country, killing those who come across his path with hostile intent, or those who are hired guns by the Government or the military soldiers who were sent to kill him.


Weapons and/or abilities: Wesley's preferred weapon is an axe that has a saw blade for a head, which spins clockwise. His abilities, are a bit different. He can turn into a Mutant Psycho when he is near death, and fully heal from it. His torso, head, and right arm grow to massive proportions as his voice deepens, also, he can also heal from kills up close, the blood of his foes being absorbed into him, and using it to repair any wounds he sustained. He is also resistant to fire, and does not affect him much when he is on fire (literally), as well as being able to breathe fire, though he takes off the mouth breathing part if his mask to do so. He can also take a lot of abuse, and still stand, even when he has been riddled with bullets, mauled, even falling from high heights doesn't stop him. And due to the experiments done to him, he ages much slower than an average human.

 

[Cosmic_Flare]

Name: Ozimara of Blee








Age: 203 human years (she is like a 19-year-old in her mind’s eyes)








Gender: Female





Appearance: Tall and lithe, you might never guess she could be a monster, accept for the two extra arms sticking out from her torso, or the extremely long tail coming from behind her. Silver scales that appear rainbow at different angles cover all her back, shoulders, thighs, and neck. Where there aren’t scales there is soft, pale skin that is surprisingly tough. She only has two legs that begin in a similar fashion to humans, but her feet are covered in scales and only have three, dragon-like toes. Her hands are also covered in scales and each finger has a long black claw. She’s about 6’ 4” not including the back horns that stick off of her head. Long silver-white hair usually sits on her back in a few dozen braids, almost reaching her ankles. Her tail is long enough to wrap around her body several times and is completely covered in scales. It end with a long, black, blade-looking claw. Usually she is seen wearing minimal clothing, such as a small, ripped leather skirt and a ripped leather crop top. Her eyes are a soft grey and her face is flecked with silver freckles.





Species or race: Singarian (I just made this up)








Personality: At first, Ozi is always aggressive. Even if you approach her kindly, she will show hostility until she has decided if she likes you. If she likes you, then you’re in for a treat, for under the tough skin and impenetrable hide is a laughable creature with a loyal heart. She is easily entertained, loves to make her allies laugh, and is extremely curious. This curiosity often gets her in trouble, but she always manages to fight her way out of it. She can become serious when necessary and takes things very personal, even when she shouldn’t.








Likes: New things!!! Animals, plants, short human beings, swords, weapons, anything soft








Dislikes: Others touching her(she likes to touch but not BEING touched), cold anything, sour foods, necklaces








Backstory: Her people are an old, old race who have watched monster and humans come into the world. Very much keeping to themselves, they never interfered with either until the humans began hunting down the monsters. Some rose up to help their brethren, but most found secret caves and lodged to hide away in. Having been raised by her village, Ozi always looked on the outside world with wonder, but was never allowed to enter it. When the war came, she took the opportunity to leave her village and venture forth. She met another monster and together they saved many monsters from humans before that monster was shot and killed while trying to save some hunted monsters. After the loss of her friend, Ozi began moving around, becoming a spectator instead of a fighter. She now watches the world, unsure of her own place in it.








Weapons and/or abilities: Ozi has a collection of extremely sharp claws on both her fingers and toes, as well as a long, flat claw on her tail, which can all be used to cut through steel, bone, and many different types of monster hide. Along with this, she can also turn invisible. Her special scales give her the ability to blend in seamlessly with her surroundings, giving her a good escape from almost any situation. She can see different light spectrums, such as UV or Infrared, has enhanced senses. Her last quirk is an emergency power that takes all of her energy and she normally only uses when on the verge of death. Taking in all the moisture in the air, Ozi can create a huge inferno of freezing flames which usually kills her target instantly or at least incapacitates them for an extremely long time (depending on how tough they are.)​