Fantasy Magical Crimes Unit Character Profiles

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Species: [Human, Elf, Dwarf, Orc, Goblin, Fae, Merperson, Undead (zombie, vampire, wraith, ghost), Lycanthrope (any version of were-animal), if you don't see something here ask and it will probably be incorporated]
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[folclor]

Name: Ciel Ibarra
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Appearance:
Long, dark hair, pale eyes, olive skin, scar under the left eye. Athletic build, dresses in mostly blacks, blues, and grays. Picture to eventually follow (once I draw one or find one that works for her)
Background: Born to a soldier and a teacher, was a daddy's girl from a young age. She and her father were incredibly close until her father suffered an experience in the field that left him with severe PTSD. He struggled to get help, but found it difficult. Her mother worked twice as hard after giving birth to a boy named Erik who turned out to be on the autism spectrum. Erik was very high functioning but was bullied by other children. Ciel took the role as his defender but took it too far when she was 10 and severely injured another child when her latent ability for magic developed and she nearly shocked him to death. Ciel spent the rest of her prepubescent years in a facility for possibly violent magic users.

She was released into her parents' custody at 15, at which time they enrolled her in a military academy. When she graduated she went into the army where she served three years before receiving an honorable discharge. While she didn't suffer her father's fate in a battlefield experience and PTSD, she felt herself estranged from her family. At 22 she moved to one of the larger cities and worked several odd jobs before going into the police academy. Now a low level police officer, she spends her time off alone or bar hopping.

 

[ObjetDyArt]

Name: Dolo Might
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Troll (Or dwarf?) (With creative licensing)

Appearance: I will make a picture soon. His hair is composed of sharp rocks, and it very long and unkempt. Facially, he has a long stone "soul patch". Very long ears, which have some sharp rocks extruding on the tips. He wears loose armor and rags. In particular, his clothing covers his eyes. He is short, similar to a human teenager. His body is muscular but lean.

Background: Dolo comes from a tribe of dwarves removed from civilization. It was a custom in their tribe to force their young to fight eachother so that only the strong would survive and thrive, until the elder decides if the remaining trolls should survive. Dolo however, continued killing everyone in the fight, and so was kicked out of the tribe. He didn't understand, and like a puppy, he kept going back with other things he killed for years, not realising they didn't want him around. Eventually, since they were worried for their own safety. Or maybe, sick of him and unable to do anything about it. They ditched their old sanctuary, and in turn, ditched Dolo. It wasn't that Dolo was bad though, logically he was told to kill his brethren at the time and just got into it, deep down he was loyal to a fault, and without a tribe to be a part of, he could only wander alone, surviving.

 

[Macabrecabra]

Name: Endellion McDulakant
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Species: Lycanthrope- Werewolf
Appearance: Working on picture c:
Endellion is a tall woman at about 6'0 with long dark red hair done up in a mess of curls with sharp golden eyes. She has a smattering of light freckles and a collection of small scars across her body from rough housing in her youth. She has a slightly muscular build but not overly so as she keeps in shape for the force. When not on duty, she prefers to wear baggy sweatshirts and a fondness for fingerless gloves. Always wears spandex clothing under her own so as not to end up ripping her clothing whenever she shifts into her werewolf form.

Werewolf form is a tall lupine-humanoid with fur the color of her hair and far more muscular. Long claws and stands at closer to seven foot.

Background: Endellion was a child born surrounded by nothing but family. On her mother's side was a long lineage of druids and the occasional fae going back generation to their roots in Scotland and on her father's side, a clan of werewolves that came over across the sea from the rugged shores of Ireland. Her mother and father were a strange pair to say the least, one a well respected druid who worked for a top of the line woodland magic magazine, the other a well groomed politician holding small offices in whatever place he settled. Although Endellion was the only child bore between the two, she was only one of many grandchildren and cousins within her family.

She had a rather normal childhood, running in packs with the other children and raising hell as any young lycanthrope child is prone to do before they've learned to control their wild temperaments. The biggest stresses came after she had graduated and everyone in the family had an opinion of what she should be. Her mother wanted her to become a druid and study the woodland arts while her father wanted another lycanthrope politician in the family. The only one who seemed not to care either way was her grandfather, a rather reclusive, ill-tempered unseelie. His advice was the only one she took: Get into something exciting, not one of those pencil pushing jobs.

Thus she went off to college, pursing a degree in criminal justice, graduating, and looking for the rowdiest police station she could find to join. She's been on the force now for five years, typically working sting operations, tracking, and drug busts given her sensitive nose. Endellion is an energetic soul, all about action and not one to back down from taking a stand on what she believes.

 

[Macabrecabra]

Name: Luo Qiūhé (羅 和 秋 )
Age: 176
Gender: Male
Species: Undead: Jiangshi
Appearance: picture coming c:
He appears as a man in his early thirties with a noticeable green, pale pallor to his skin. His hair is white naturally, but he dyes it black. His hair style is short and messy. Has sharp teeth and a very long prehensile tongue he usually keeps to himself. He has a solid enough build but is often told he looks like he needs a few extra hours of sleep. Never seen without a mug of strong black tea.

Background:
Luo Qiūhé was born in the year 1843 during the Qing Dynasty in the Southern part of the Shaanxi province. His parents were poor villagers, both farmers and local "corpse herders" who moved about the area to make sure the dead were returned home properly and put to rest. As a result, Luo Qiūhé was raised to follow in their footsteps, learning the spells and talismans meant to raise the mindless jiangshi to get them home less they rise and go wild, devouring the qi of humans without thought. Fate though, it seemed, was not without a sense of irony though for the young Taoist shaman.

When the Northern Chinese Famine struck, his village was hit hard and his job of getting the dead to their proper sleep and "hopped" to their home town increased and he found himself traveling further from home to fulfill orders put in to the family business. On one of these trips, during a bad rainstorm, a flash flood came crashing along the river bank, sweeping him off the spindly wooden bridge he had been crossing and plunged him into the river. He died a rather violent death by drowning, entangled in the rope that had been used just earlier to bind up the corpses to take to their home. Without anyone to put him to rest and the nature of his death, he would rise a hungering, mindless Jiangshi, roaming the landscape and feeding off the qi of living creatures before moving to hunt humans. With each fresh feeding though, a bit more of his sentience began to return.

It would take a few years of feeding before he began to regain a semblance of self-awareness again and with that, came the realization of what he was. Shock and denial were the first to hit, followed by a crushing sense of loss. Confused and with no idea what to do, he headed towards his home village in search of his family to plea to be put to his rest. He avoided devouring humans heading home only to find his village nearly decimated by the famine. Those that remained were able at least to tell him his father had taken the family east to the coast to find more stable work in the city of Hong Kong. They also made it clear they were reluctant to welcome a jiangshi into their midst and wished him to move along quickly. Thus the jiangshi shambled off, hopping along as his body was too rigid still for more complicated movements. In the city of Hong Kong though, he would never find his family. There were millions of people and with a common family name like Luo, it was a rather fruitless search. Not to mention rampant distrust about what he was now led to many, human and inhuman, driving him to the "undead slums" on the outskirts of society. There he stewed in his grief and sorrow, feeling numb to the world. Everything he had trained to be was lost and where he was once accepted, he was now nothing more than a dangerous corpse to be regarded with an obvious sense of distrust. Eventually he was convinced to leave China all together with a few undead friends, making the journey across the ocean to America.

The land of the free was a strange melting pot of races and cultures and Qiūhé found himself overwhelmed at first. Not to mention that there was rather blatant specism, especially against those who were undead. There were few jobs given to undead and many were rather questionable careers in the underbelly. Yet even those jobs tended to pass the jiangshi over given the stiff motions of a body slowly overcoming rigor mortise through the consumption of energy fro living things and the fact he stilled hopped for locomotion despite starting to get the hang of walking again. He was considered too strange to be employed and with no job and options running out other than living in an alleyway forever, Qiūhé took what few things he had, packed it into a wagon and started to roam the wild west of America as more or less a snake oil salesman, selling old Chinese remedies to the ill and ailing. It was a somewhat lucrative business, especially with looking "exotic" enough to mystify a majority of those he encountered. Jiangshi of his age that gained sentience and movement beyond hopping were a rarity after all. Not to mention that local law enforcement wasn't beyond cutting a few "deals" to have more troublesome inmates "die" in the night. He accumulated a small fortune and by then, had made his way to the east coast. There he set up a more permanent shop and in his spare time, pursued a medical degree.

The years passed quietly enough and he earned several degrees in medicine and later, in forensics, taking a keen interest in the budding science. Eventually he would join law enforcement, identifying causes of death, both magical and non-magical. He transferred about stations when he grew bored of one town or city, eventually coming to his current position for two years now. Qiūhé has a habit of never really going home and staying in the office, using the morgue vault to sleep in and scaring the new recruits when he suddenly "comes to life" and starts moving. Given his age of a century, he is less rigid and able to move about more, but is by no means the physical fit type and falls into the habit of "hopping" from time to time. He's known for a dry sense of graveyard humor, talking to cadaver while he's examining them, but always being prompt with results.

 

[folclor]

Name: Estella Castillo
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Appearance:
Stands at 5'0", black hair, brown eyes, tanned skin. Picture to follow
Background:
Estella was born in the countryside and, from a young age, spoke more to ghosts than the people around her. She did well in school and went on to get degrees in Mortuary Science and Forensics. She got a job with the city shortly after and has been a coroner for the past three years. She's often heard talking to a ghost who has bonded to her. She refers to the spirit as, "Jorge."

 

[Yusuur Words]

Name: Mir
Age: ?
Gender: beautiful boi
Species: ??? ??
Appearance: A tall young man, a little over 6'. His wavy, jet black hair is on the long side and is occasionally combed back. His dusky skin is clear and smooth. His dark brown eyes are droopy.
Background: He's new in town. Not much is known about him, but he's sparked the interest of many locals.

 

[Yusuur Words]

Name: Christopher Beaudrie
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:

Background (will update as more is learned): Detective Beaudrie has been a detective in the city for nearly a decade now. He transferred from a larger city out of state, moving into an old farm on the edge of town with his goddaughter, Christine. When seen together, It's not hard to tell Christine is adopted, what with her being a centaur. Often she is not the only centaur at the Beaudrie residence. Others can be seen going to and from the property.

 

[Macabrecabra]

Name: Iahhel
Age: Ancient and doesn’t like to say
Gender: None; presents currently as male
Species: Angel
Appearance: They are tall, slender and always wear an expensive looking light grey suit with white undershirt and gold cufflinks. Always with a tie of light grey with gold shimmering in fine strands. Their face is hidden beneath a smooth mask that seems to twist and change with various patterns, but the head itself seems like it is malformed and broken yet perfectly symmetrical. They have a large halo that floats above looking like a ribbon. Eyes tend to manifest all over their body at will.

Their wings are often “hidden” but when manifest, are shafts of light and are not feathers. Such depictions are of winged non-humans who have pretended to be angels or angels taking on “familiar” forms in the past for “primitive races” to comprehend. Their wings are bright enough to hurt eyes if stared at and can be used as a weapon to cut through even steel if need be. "Angel wings are more like angel claws" is a popular proverb to mean what might seem beautiful can be lethal.

There is a mouth beneath the mask that can be as large or small as need be but is never shown or used unless in extreme circumstances.

Angels communicate telepathically and although their voices are described as soothing, they are known to sound rather flat with little emotional connotation. They will often only raise volume. Typically if the sound of their voice induces head-like or migraine-like symptoms though, they are generally upset. Iahhel's voice has more emotion than usual for angels and is described as sounding more approachable. However when upset, his tone will go completely flat.

Background: Iahhel is an angel whose exact age and origins will never be known for like most of their kind, they are prone to keeping such things a secret. They have been around the world a great deal and been alive during many periods of time as demonstrated by their command of many languages, some of them long dead.

Unusual for their kind though, Iahhel has gotten into politics. Where most angels may avoid politics and look down upon other races, keeping to themselves away from the rest of society in lofty homes, Iahhel has spent more time around the “lesser” races, getting involved with public affairs. They had come to the city over two decades ago and has been a public servant since their arrival, mostly working as a lawyer and local district officials, slowly building their reputation and political ties. Now they have gained the title of mayor after a successful campaign. However, with their second year starting to come to a close and the third year about to start, campaign season is starting up again and they have begun going about to drum up support once more.

They are popular enough, but they rather be safe than sorry and always looking for the latest trend to latch onto and force a popular opinion. To those that know them best, they know the angel is shrewd and not compromised by emotional tugs of the heart and everything they do is systematic and beneficial for as many as possible. Black and white thinking is still something that Iahhel subscribes to although they will occasionally consider more grey territory.

 

[Tsunkeban]

Name: Billie Blackfeather
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Species: Lycanthrope
Appearance: Billie is easily identified by her light, reddish brown skin and facial tattooing. She stands at around 5'9" with a short black pixie cut typically hidden under a ball cap. A nature-centric lifestyle has left her with a hard and muscular body. She never seems to wear any kind of jewelry, her only other notable feature being an armband tattoo. In her werewolf form Billie does not appear as a humanoid hybrid but rather as a (grizzly) bear-sized wolf with fur matching her natural hair color.
Background: WIP