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Fantasy Vexpara | Hell Unraveled -- Characters and Sign-up

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Genre/Theme: Modern fantasy, alternate timeline, demonica, witchcraft
Type: Character group-centric, plot-driven, combat elements, continuation of previous story
Level: Moderate to detailed
Commitment: A few times per week maximum
Character expectations: Avoid unrealistic, uninteresting, and inherently overpowered characters
Player expectations: Mature, flexible, reliable, and open to communication
Storytelling: Semi-linear. Plot in mind, but characters have agency
Group size: 5-10

Character Creation
Before creating a character, review the lore page of Vexpara to ensure your character concept falls in line with the world's canon. Any further questions not covered in the lore page should be directed to me. Please join us on Discord, where we will be working on characters together. For the time being, please limit yourself to no more than three characters.

Include the following information in some capacity in your character sheet, with a preference towards written description over bulleted responses. It is acceptable to include more information, but not less.

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Guild Status (Role within the guild, length of membership, etc.)

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The quality of your character sheet's aesthetic appearance is second to its substance and grammar. Immature, uninteresting and unrealistic characters will not be accepted. You will know when your character is accepted when your sheet(s) receive a "like" from me and when they are added to the guild roster in the following post. Please, please proofread your sheets.

A note to returning characters. You may copy and paste your old sheets, but some of you may want to include any updated information.
 
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Character Roster

RoleNameClassPlayer
Guildmaster​
Augur​
Hunter-captain​
Blooden​
Hunter-captain​
Crane​
Guildmate​
Augur​
Guildmate​
Blooden​
Guildmate​
Augur​
Guildmate​
Crane​
Guildmate​
Crane​
Guildmate​
Ouro​
Guildmate​
Ouro​
Guildmate​
Crane​
Guildmate​
Blooden​
 
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Ms. Lattimore
Guildmaster of Vexpara​

  • Essentials
    Name: Kendra Marcel Lattimore
    Also known as: Mars, Guild Mom
    Role: Guildmaster
    Age: 39 [08/01/1981]
    Gender: F
    Species: Human
    Blood: O-
    Type: Augur

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    Appearance: Kendra stands at approximately 5'09", 137 lbs. She has lean features and a very pale complexion. Her hair is onyx black, and is usually cut to just below her ears with both form and function in mind. Over-saturation of infernal magic has permanently damaged her vision, leaving her with irises that are stained purple with emytherium poisoning. She wears a pair of specialized wide-rimmed corrective glasses that help with the emytherium clouding, and is rarely seen without them on. Permanent bags have begun to form under her eyes as a result of the stresses of guild management. She tends to dress professionally in most situations, with a preference towards blazers and suit pants over dresses and skirts.

    Persona: Kendra is a natural born leader. She is charismatic, a skillful negotiator, and witty with her grim sense of humor. She can easily maintain composure in crisis situations, and is comfortable handing down orders regardless of rain or shine. Kendra would never ask any of her subordinates to do anything she wouldn't do herself, and thus tends to lead by example when applicable. Her tact and efficiency make her an excellent guild leader, but her closest friends and family would say that she is married to her work. Besides her daily morning coffee at 5 A.M., she never allows a moment for herself. Some rumor that Kendra is romantically inept -- embarrassingly so.

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Nik Vorbieva
Wolf​

  • Essentials
    Name: Ekaterina Nikiticha Vorbieva
    Also known as: Nik, Nikki
    Role: Hunter-captain
    Age: ~65 [Circa 1955]
    Gender: F
    Species: Lesser Demon
    Blood: N
    Type: Blooden

    Appearance: Nik stands at 6'3", and weighs 190 lbs. She is a fierce woman, built of mostly muscle, imposing in both stature and expression. She is fair skinned, but tans easily during sunny months. Her hair is auburn in color, mixed with lighter shades of oak. Nik's eyes are blazing crimson, and appear to give off an ethereal energy of their own. Scars run lattice across her impressive musculature, telling of many grievous wounds sustained, survived, and healed. Long shirts and pants are the usual makeup of her attire, worn as a cover for said scars. Nik holds very little regard for fashion, and thus does not tend to tend to her own appearance as often as vainer individuals. Red scales run up her arms, up to her shoulder blades as a result of emytherium cell growth caused by many years of infernal magic. She tends to hide these features, and dull the color of her eyes with Deceit glamour magic.

    Persona: Nik is a quiet giant. She prefers to let her actions do the talking, and fears that words will never be enough. Nik is fiercely determined, and easily chooses to fight tooth and nail to ensure the safety of innocent people. She believes those that prey on the defenseless are cowards. Though she is not the most confident directing other people, she has proven to learn quickly to be an efficient hunter-captain in Vexpara. Nik is loyal until death, and often considers her comrades before her own well being. Even though she is quiet most of the time, it is easy to get her short temper fired up.

    Nik has picked up tending to bonsai trees and reading poetry as therapy for her temperament.

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Valentin Bishop
Senior Infernal Investigator​

  • Essentials
    Name: Valentin Félix Bishop
    Also known as: 'Val'
    Role: Hunter-captain
    Age: 31
    Gender: Male
    Species: Human
    Blood: O+
    Type: Crane

    Appearance: Valentin stands a rather average 5'8", 156 lbs. While he is no longer in peak physical performance since leaving the military and Sector 3, he is by no means out of shape. In between long nights at Vexpara headquarters, attending drab board meetings with Lattimore, and training the greenhorn guildmates, Valentin scarcely finds time to hit the gym. Though the military life is behind him, he is still gruff in demeanor and appearance, and carries himself with a certain machined precision. His hair is a graying oak, with matching scruff, and his eyes emerald with an eclipse of purple from minor emytherium poisoning.

    Persona: Valentin has natural born charisma that demands his presence be known wherever he goes. It seems no matter the situation, he always has the right words to say. Consequently, he can come off as arrogant or intimidating to some. Social events are Valentin's expertise, and is both a qualified leader and instructor. Valentin's hobbies include wine tasting, bar-hopping, and sport shooting.
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Nathan Pierce

Eater

  • Essentials
    Name: Nathan Pierce
    Also known as: Nate, Pierce, Eater, Gluttony
    Role: Guildmate
    Age: 22
    Gender: Male
    Species: Human
    Blood: O-
    Type: Augur

    Appearance: Nathan stands at 5'10 and weighs around 140 lbs. With a pale complexion, his always disheveled hair is as dark as the circles that have a permanent home underneath his eyes. Outside of this work uniform, most of the clothes he wears are baggy and too big for his body, collars hanging a bit off his shoulders and sleeves reaching over his fingers. Aside from that, his style is pretty simple, keeping to things like hoodies and plain colored shirts. He almost always has a tired-looking expression on his face that makes it seem like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

    Persona:
    Because of his history in the demon slaying business, there are many rumors that surround Nathan. Some say that he's a bloodthirsty killer that only hunts in search of his next meal. He has eaten massive demons and that he fights an influence even greater than the one that afflicts other Augurs. The demon blood he's consumed now runs through his veins and the sun causes it to boil. He fights an influence greater than that of other Augurs and takes on a demonic form when he can't control it anymore. Of course, those are just rumors that have inflated beyond his control. Or at least he hopes so. In reality, he's just a friendless shut-in with no social skills.

    Despite being a demon hunter, Nathan doesn't have any noble ideas about saving humanity or protecting people. In his opinion, anyone that does it willingly is insane. Just the thought of it makes him shudder. If he had the choice, he'd keep as far away from demons as possible. Unfortunately, that's all he was trained for and lacks any other skills.

    Nathan hates fighting, but it's not because he thinks violence is wrong or anything like that. It's simply because he could get killed. He values his own life and isn't keen on putting himself in danger. He's always wary of risky situations and gets anxious pretty easily. It's one of the reasons he can't get along with meatheads that only think about one thing and don't consider their surroundings. Being around them is only an inconvenience.

    A firm believer in Murphy's Law, the idea that things will always take a turn for the worse goes in hand with his wariness, He has little faith in anything and keeps one foot out the door at all times, not wanting to get wrapped up in anything bothersome. In his line of work, however, that's not always possible, so he often tries to cope with some dark humor that mixes in with all the complaints as he bemoans his cruel fate

    Of course, his cynicism also applies to people. He has great difficulty trusting others and often suspects that they have ulterior motives if they display any positivity towards him. It's much easier for him if he's ignored or treated with disdain, since he at least knows how to deal with that. He's had minimal experience with relationships and his few meaningful ones didn't end well. Because of that, being around overly friendly people makes him uncomfortable. He just can't understand them and it gets on his nerves. He always ends up tripping over his words in uncomfortable situations like that, so his go-to response is just to get frustrated and walk off.

    Despite his cautious nature, he doesn't have much tact. He doesn't hide his thoughts or feelings unless it's in his best interest, never really considering or understanding how others are affected by what he says. In general, he just doesn't know how to deal with people.

    If there's any silver lining in how poorly he deals with others, it's that he treats everyone equally. No one is spared from his horrible social skills. Although, there is a slight difference in how he reacts to demons. Even if many have integrated with society and are nothing like those that try to kill him on a regular basis, he occasionally feels awkward in their presence. It's not very surprising, considering he was forced to eat demonic body parts for several years. Even today, he's still sensitive around them, certain smells and appearances bringing back the memories that make his stomach feel queasy. It's not bad enough to affect his work, but the sensitivity is like a loathed six sense of his.

    Nathan prefers being indoors while lazing around. There're no demons to worry about and he doesn't have to deal with other people. Of course, he still has to go outside to earn money for food and his hobbies, but just taking a step out his front door is a chore and everything else is taxing in more ways than one. He doesn't hide this displeasure of his either.

    Regardless of his grievances and preference to avoid danger, Nathan still gets the job done, even if he complains while doing it. He isn't on a noble crusade, but he also isn't heartless enough to ignore a person who's in danger. As someone that's very aware of his limitations, he just prefers to avoid anything unpleasant. Since that's not always an option, all he can do is gripe.
 
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Haruka Tsukiko

Mimic

  • Essentials
    Name: Haruka Tsukiko
    Also known as: Haru, Denizen of the EDGE,
    Role: Guildmate
    Age: 35
    Gender: Female
    Species: Lesser Demon
    Blood: I++
    Type: Blooden

    Appearance: A striking pair of blue eyes peer through the white bangs that hang across her forehead from which short and slender horns protrude. Haruka’s skin colour is a reddish purple and adorned with lively tattoos from a time when she believed them fitting. One could assume she’s proud of them, still, with how liberally she shows them to the world.

    Persona: The path to redemption is arduous and lengthy. But she treks this journey, still. Outwardly, she reveals the appearance of a rowdy, raunchy, young punk. Inwardly, she tries to exercise control and restraint. She flirts with the contrast of her outward appearance versus how she tends to act. Her persona borrows bits and pieces from human philosophers, whom she studied to better understand humans and, ultimately, herself, noting the similarities between her and humans, and where they end.
 
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Angelica Hudson​

"My parents thought they were funny, I guess."

  • Essentials
    Name: Angelica Hudson
    Also known as: No. Nicknames. Allowed.
    Role: Guildmate
    Age: 21
    Gender: Female
    Species: Lesser demon
    Blood: N
    Type: Augur

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    Appearance: Angelica is tall, 5'11'', and scrawny. She's lost the dull-eyed, half-starved look she had before steady meals were a part of her life, but she's still got an air of unsteadiness that she can't shake no matter how much she boasts about her magical prowess. Her features are delicate, the eyes piercing, the mouth soft. Her hair is dark, long, and curly. When using glamour to appear human, she has dark skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. In her true, demonic form, her skin is blue-gray and her hair is an inhuman shade of black, unnatural and light-eating. Her irises are a luminous yellow-gold, with almost no whites and snakelike pupils.

    Angelica moves, most of the time, like she's trying to take up space. There's times that her walk is more of a swagger, with a certain confidence and assurance, an insistence that she be noticed and remembered. It's undermined by dozens of tiny tells of imperfect health- she favors her left leg, has moments of dizziness, tends to panic and ramble during stressful conversations. Her voice is smooth, pleasant, and tinged with a drawling accent.

    Persona: Angelica is a lot of things.

    First and foremost, she's cocky. She is exceptionally good at what she does, and she knows it, and she's just a little smug about it. She figures she has a right to be proud, especially when faced with the kind of suspicion that can follow an unsubjugated demon of uncommon strength. She doesn't much care. She's met Greater demons, and she'd chew off her right arm before she willingly turned into that.

    She's brave, the kind that comes from being afraid most of the time. Selectively stubborn- just on the things that really matter. Cares more about getting what she wants and doing the right thing than winning arguments. She's loyal to Vexpara because she believes in what they do- it's a conditional thing. Stay honest, stay upright, and she'll stay on because she believes in the mission.

    She's cautious with people. Not hostile, or opposed to the idea of having friends, just... wary. It takes time for her to start trusting someone. She likes people, but she knows from personal experience that they have a great capacity to be awful.

    She's obsessed with food. She eats more than it seems like a girl her size should, and hides food in her room- half because it makes her feel safe, and half because she tends to wake up starving in the middle of the night. She always has at least three snacks on her person at any given time. Food is the one thing that isn't a grand moral principle that she will fight someone over. She spent most of her childhood underfed, and she's not about to be self-conscious about catching up.

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Robyn Olivier
The Eagle​

  • Essentials
    Name: Robyn Olivier
    Also known as: The Eagle
    Role: Guildmate/Resident Gunsmith
    Age: 26
    Gender: Male
    Species: Human
    Blood: O+
    Type: Crane

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    Appearance: Robyn stands at about 5'7, and has a slim build. He's somewhat pale and has long white hair and much of his body is hidden behind his clothing. A grey peacoat and dark gloves, a pair of dark trousers and boots are his usual attire, sometimes accompanied by a jeep cap. He's rather frail looking, which becomes more obvious during longer missions.

    Persona: Robyn is rarely seen without a smile, trying his best to lift the mood and be the kind soul of the group. He has no intention of letting his illnesses get the better of him, always trying to outdo himself. He even has refused help from others, seeing it as pity because of how he was born. Cheery, self-confident, and a huge fan of sweet or spicy food. He's very attached to his firearms and has even scolded other members for the treatment of their own weapons.
 

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Ainsley Davis

Haunted

  • Essentials
    Name:
    Ainsley Davis

    Also known as:
    Responds unfavourably to any nickname; other personnel advised to refer to her by her given name

    Role:
    Guildmate

    Age:
    28

    Gender:
    Female

    Species:
    Human

    Blood:
    A-

    Type:
    Crane

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    Persona:
    Davis does not interact much with the other Vexpara personnel, and as such, information about her behaviour is extremely limited and undocumented. Interviews with leading personnel, such as Guild Master Lattimore, and ex-colleagues, such as Hunter-Captain Valentin have reaped no results. Further inquiries ongoing. Davis is noted to be more interactive with a bottle of whiskey more so than actual persons, and can be found at a corner of the guild or splayed on her couch that she calls a bed in her quarters, nursing a bottle or having what can only be called 'sleep', though her contorted expression does not hint at a peaceful one.

    She is an individual whose self-perceived sins and faults lie heavy on her shoulders, and she is prone to blaming herself, often only to herself, no less. She removes herself from others, and keeps her opinions to herself. Her modus operandi is just to work with whatever she has, and rarely refuses or complains. While certainly cooperative, this may pose some danger to her health.

 
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Katsura Kagenetsu
H.R.​

  • Essentials
    Name: Katsura Kagenetsu
    Also known as: She thinks "K" sounds pretty cool.
    Role: Guildmate
    Age: 29
    Gender: Female
    Species: Human
    Blood: A+
    Type: Ouro
    Appearance: A woman who put a decent amount of effort into appearances, Kagenetsu is about a green-looking as a hunter can get. She's yet to contract the ever-present grimace that half of the hunters in the world seem to have been cursed with, instead sporting a determined spark in her eye that speaks of an extreme ignorance, be it willful or not.

    Persona: Kagenetsu goes out of her way to present herself as being extremely approachable and open-hearted. She believes that the optimal way to go about the human experience is one founded on bonds between oneself and those around them. This is perhaps the reason for her apparent philanthropism, despite the apparent lack of tragedy or (close) heritage in her life that would inspire one to take up the hunter lifestyle.

    True her her former position, she'll go out of her way to communicate with her current guild-mates and understand their troubles. If she's able to aid them, she will, and if she's unable to then she'll at least work to provide support. This comes as a surprise to some of her original co-workers, having reported her as being considerably more short-tempered and 'mopey' during her time with them. Her sense of responsibility has apparently been much more consistent, though, having agreed or volunteered to more than her fair share of undesirable duties in the past.

    All in all, she's someone who seems determined to shake the burdensome reputation that the hunter guilds carry, whether it be for their sake or her own.
 
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  • Name: Irma Grace Beauregard
    Also known as: Catherine Irma Whittmore
    Role: Guildmate / Biochemist
    Age: 27
    Gender: Female
    Species: Human
    Blood: A-
    Type: Ouro

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    Appearance: Irma has a relatively petite frame, standing at only 5’3” and weighing 120 lbs. While she is athletic she’s not incredibly toned and the majority of her height comes from her long legs on account of her torso being rather short though not without a distinct hourglass shape.

    With a heritage that stems from France, she is easily marked as caucasian though she maintains a healthy skin tone despite the fact that it’s evident that she doesn’t spend much time in the sun. The most distinguishable marks on her generally unmarked skin are the scars around her right eye. Not only did her iris become discolored after a violent attack when she was young, going from a brilliant blue to a rather ill shade of yellow, but that side of her face was also left somewhat disfigured. The scars that surround her right eye reach past her hairline and around her right ear, also leaving her right ear marred. Also contributed to the same events that lead to her facial scarring, the palms of her hands have distinct scarring.

    Her hair is a relatively pale shade of blonde and is thick, straight, and just a little feathery. She wears it all mostly one length, just past her shoulders and she generally doesn’t do anything very extravagant with it, mostly just casual styles such as putting it up in a ponytail, a braid, and sometimes a messy high bun.

    Much as her hair is worn in a relatively casual manner and one that does not call out for attention, so is her sense of style when it comes to her manner of dress. She’d rather go unnoticed so doesn’t wear anything too revealing or extravagant. She usually wears a plain top with jeans or slacks and sticks to darker colors for the most part, generally browns and black. Her shoes are always practical and she can never be seen wearing any very fashionable footwear or high heels. When she has time to prepare for a job and it isn't just spur of the moment, she also tends to dress professionally for the part.

    Despite the scars she bears, she doesn’t tend to try and hide them, going without even an eye patch most days even though she is practically blind in her right eye. Although she does wear a simple black patch on days her eye is particularly dry or when she doesn’t want to be noticed as much and she can very often be seen wearing a ball cap usually displaying no affiliation. In the area of accessories, as far as jewelry her tastes are extremely minimal and she is only ever seen wearing the silver cross that Estevan and Father Alonso gave her and one of the only things she has left of her family, a ring that was her mother’s.

    Persona: Despite no lack of confidence, Irma could be considered shy. She prefers that others not get close enough to really know her but at the same time she has a desire to be trusted and a need to trust others. She is not fond of speaking about herself and only does so when absolutely required. She doesn't like to recount her past and prefers to live in the present. If she does open up and tell someone about her past despite her general thinking that the past is irrelevant where it doesn't help the future, and it isn't being required of her to do so, it shows that she has come to trust them enough that she thinks they should know.

    She is considerably reserved and quiet, not very talkative unless it is necessary - she prefers to say nothing unless something needs to be said. She isn't opinionated and is generally obedient stemming from years spent in a convent. That is not so say she doesn't have opinions, she just doesn't share them with anyone unless asked and even then she generally will just agree with whatever is commonly acceptable if her opinion differs from anyone involved in the conversation in order to avoid confrontation. Of course she isn't afraid of confrontation, she just avoids it where it doesn't matter such as in casual conversation. If there is a need to be upfront because lives are involved or important decisions need to be made, she will give her input.

    Typically level headed, she can stay calm in the face of a storm but certain things can trigger memories that can catch her off guard and when possible she tries to avoid them. Though it often isn't possible to avoid some of those things and so she can on occasion be seen mouthing prayer in order to stave off her more intense bouts of anxiety.

    When her memories are triggered she loses her calm and can appear rather skittish and during more severe episodes, fearful to the point of hallucinations and violence. Outside of using prayer to keep these incidents at bay, Irma uses her skills with medicine to try and prevent them.
 
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”Life is better with a slice of pumpkin spice pie.”​

  • Essentials
    Name: Magnolia Noir
    Also known as: Trick or Maggie
    Age: 26
    Gender: Female
    Species: Half demon
    Role: Guildmate. Crane and part time cook for a year and a half.

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    Appearance: Most humans wouldn’t believe she is half demon. She didn’t have any of the obvious features a demon would have like wings or tails or claws. However to the most experienced in the field and other demons, they can spot two traits instantly: her hair and her eyes.

    Her hair is white as snow, so it tends to catch people’s eye. Though most humans think she found a really good hair stylist to bleach her hair, if they looked any closer, they’ll see that even her roots are pure white. It’s also wild and slightly thick. A bit hard to manage, so she either ties it up in a half ponytail or braids the front part like a half crown; pinning it with a hair clip for work. On a lazy day, she’ll leave it loose and wear a thin flower crown with small foam pumpkins.

    Her eye color is a bright neon green. While green is a normal eye color for humans, they still feel a little unsettled whenever they look into her eyes; not realizing that her green eyes are still strange because of how intense the color is. They slightly glow in the dark, but it’s not visible enough for anybody to see if they are not looking for it. Her eyes can glow brighter when she uses one of her spells. Similar to animals that hunt at night when light reflects in their eyes.

    Magnolia is petite, standing in 5’1, and weigh about 127lbs. Her shoulders are narrow and her hips are wide. If anybody makes her wear a green dress, she’ll complain that she looks like a pear. Her muscles are limber and toned from doing acrobatic as a kid and teen. She likes to exercise to make sure she can continue to be limber.

    For work, she mostly wears black or charcoal grays with hints of color. Leggings with pastel button-up shirts mostly. Over that are boots that can hold daggers, a bulletproof vest, belts that carry her items (like a mask and goggles in case someone uses a true silver bombs), and leather gloves. For casual, she’ll wear high-waisted jeans with cropped tops, leggings with billowy men’s sweaters, or anything comfy in dusty or autumn colors. In winter, she’ll wear a dark heavy pea coat with an orange hoodie underneath and wrapped with a belt around her waist. To make the bottom part flair out a bit like a bell. She will always need her hearing aids. They are Granny Smith green and has glued on leaves that are tiny.

    Persona: Magnolia is an optimist, grateful for even the smallest of things. She loves to cook for others, believing food will always come through for both demons and humans in whatever parts of the world. If there was someone who is questioning her in her work, be it cooking or demon hunting, she will get ahead of herself. It’s to the point where she will walk in a room without thinking. Though she’s not the bravest of the bunch. Even when she let’s her pride speak for her, Magnolia does get flustered. If there was an argument, she would freeze and stutter, not knowing if she should get in between or ignore it all together. Surprisingly rare, she’s loyal to only a handful: her father, her childhood friend Irma, and Ms. Lattimore. If anything happened to them, she’ll jump in to help them in a snap.
 
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Jyoti Adhikari

Brute​

  • Essentials
    Name: Jyoti Adhikari
    Also known as: Jyo, also jokingly called CPL Kreuger by his former comrades.
    Role: Guildmate
    Age: 39
    Gender: Male
    Species: Human
    Blood: B+
    Type: Blooden


    Appearance: Back in the life he left behind, Jyoti's job mandated for him to look intimidating, and there's no denying he still looks the part now. Dark skinned with beady brown eyes, the right side of his head and scalp bearing ugly scars all over. What hair he does have left is receeding, barely covering the undamaged portion on his scalp. He stands at 5'9, a fair bit taller than the average Nepalese male, with a fairly lean but athletic build. Not the most imposing physically, but his icy mien and curt demanour are usually more than enough to make up for it

    Persona: Under regular circumstances, you'd be hard pressed to find a person as passive and laidback as Jyoti. When off the job he's polite and soft-spoken, generally preferring to enjoy his downtime on his own, maybe sipping a drink while practicing his scales. He's also quite fond of fantasy novels and films, a trait he picked up from his late brother. While anything but sociable, he'll generally participate in conversation if approached (by someone brave enough to) and extends the same professional attitude and courtesy to most. Staff feedback and reports on guildmate relations hardly ever mention Jyoti, his passive attitude being so unnoteworthy as to be in itself, noteworthy.

    At first glance, one would assume his work attitude to be practically identical to his off-duty persona, and Jyoti very much prefers this to be the case. His military training involved being taught to display no emotion be it to comrades or adversaries, lest they betray you in the midst of battle. Underneath this facade however is a cold, vengeful and vindictive man fuelled only by his unending hatred and contempt for all things infernal and unholy. He has no noble reasons or cause for joining Vexpara, doing so only to have the law on his side as he slaughters his way through demons, it's rumored he even derives some sort of sick pleasure from his kills. HIs disdain even stretches to Lesser and Subjugated Demons, and it's not a stretch to say that if given the choice, he'd eradicate all of demonkind without a second-thought. Still he's rational enough to understand how to proritise his targets, and he'll work alongside the other demons in Vexpara for the greater good. Well, for the time being anyway.
 
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Felix B. Wright​

Hunter

  • Essentials
    Name: Felix Benson Wright
    Also known as: Wright (prefers everyone calls him by his last name), Hunter (what some like to call him), or B (privileged to those who are really close to him)
    Role: Guildmate
    Age: 32
    Gender: Male
    Species: Human
    Blood: AB -
    Type: Blooden

    Appearance:
    Felix stands at a height of 6'2" with a nicely toned figure. He has a pale complexion that emphasizes his blue eyes and blonde hair. Aside from the scar on his eye that he received from a hunting fluke, there's nothing outlandish of Felix's appearance. His preference for clothing is neutral shades.

    Persona:
    From when he was a child, it was easy to note Felix's inquisitive nature. He naturally takes into an active listener role, but smoothly transitions into a well-spoken individual. Not really a man for attention, Felix tends to stay in the background unless called to. Observing and inputting when necessary is his comfort zone. Unless he's overruled by a strong emotion. For the most part, though he tries to empathize with others and see the good in things. But do not mistake him to be a pushover. Rather he can be quick to push back. If he sees anyone who tries to look down on him, he'll be the first to step on their toes, ready for them to get down to his eye-level. While he tries to see in good in most people, Felix realizes that there will always be a bad side to everyone.

    He becomes a different individual with people he is truly comfortable with. A big-hearted, goofball is what a lot of his close friends and family like to describe him as. Sometimes though his heart can become too big and he tries to open up too quickly to others. He trusts too easily but then begins to overthink and turns to distrust. Relationships are big for Felix, but he also fears them because of all the baggage they can carry. Despite all the pain that could be brought onto him, Felix foolishly runs into learning others.
 

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