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Dante Stormward

Height6'11"
Weight210lbs
RaceCuror Demon
Voice ClaimEric Vale

Family
FatherOrcus - King of the Underworld
MotherParis Stormward
Siblings (Eldest to youngest)Damien, Lucina, Harlen, Rosemary
Appearance Description: That of a cruor demon, he is considerably on the smaller side of sizing (still young and having hit his full height of seven foot eight). Although in stature to that of a human, Dante proves to be a bit imposing. Neatly coming in at an even six foot eleven, his horns tend to add a little bit extra height due to their curl. His body is lithe with muscle weighing around two hundred and ten pounds. This tends to fluctuate depending on the season but it's never more than a ten or so pounds one way or the other.

In a group of six; form an ebony crown of horns on either side of his head. Framed in a white mane that is only shaved down near the horns. Reasoning is less for styling purposes and more for the sake of his own care. Letting the skin breathe freely. Typically the hair falls to its right more so than the left. The tips of the horns turn a lighter purple suggesting the growth points are actually a dark umbra style violet rather than black. They typically finished growing but they do tend to molt in the spring. He has been known to lose a horn or two before, while their growth rate is slower than when it was as a boy, they usually fill in within eight months.

Complexion is a fine bronze only interrupted along his shoulder blades to elbow and inwards towards chest with runic markings. They are a few tones darker than the rest of his skin, trailing around in mimicked tattoos. When truthfully they are part of his biology. Every cruor demon develops their own unique markings that can sometimes range from head to toe, or just in one place.

From eyes run down to cheek bones the black of ink. Dripping and thin veins are noticeable under the lower eyelid. Each sclera is a deep pitch of black whilst iris and limbus are a deep gold with rings of red. Most of this is lessened due to the faint natural glow of tapetum lucidum. This allows Dante keen eyesight during day or night. Perfect for hunting. Notable curiosity is his irises will turn a ashen gray if he is ready to sleep or is waking up. Akin to a candle flame being lit, the will brighten to their golden red hue as he awakens.

Both sets of first and second premolars are oversized. Largely so that they appear to be tusk like, rolling over bottom lip. The longest one measures around three and a half inches long -some of it hides in the upper lip unseen - while the smaller one is about an inch and a half. The corners of his mouth are slightly indented. This may be overlooked, but the demon's mouth is far larger than it appears. Opening upon full exposure, Dante's jaw can unhinge and widen to the width of seven fingers. Exposing the jutting molars and tearing teeth inside. The muscles within his face are rather extensive. Able to keep the cheek muscles taunt and closed, he rarely opens his mouth to full width.Tongue alone is also uniquely inhuman. Slender and impossibly long, it may be reminiscent of serpent's tongue without the forks, with a purple hue to it.

More notable attributes to Dante are the two softer horns or spines some may call them - that rupture from his shoulder blades and semi circle over clavicle to chest. - these are durable and movable. Perhaps the other piece upon him is the devil's spade tail. Measuring around six feet itself, it is incredibly mobile and flexible. Some might call it an extra appendage with its freedom of movement. Incredibly strong and hard, its skin is akin to hardened leather. Not quite scales, but close.

His body structure over all is humanoid styling, to present a sense of familiarity to the mundane races. Although he personally is not human, Dante has many of the same emotions and can appeal easier to the lesser races.





Personality: Contrary to his demon heritage, Dante is overall accommodating and gentle. He isn't one to pass judgment too quickly preferring to have all the information and facts before making any sort of decision on a person. Even with that said; he is quick to forgive and make amends. Rarely holding grudges.

Possessing a lyrical timbre, the demon is typically soft spoken. He likes to think about his responses in deep conversation thoroughly and can often take a lot of time to reply to someone. Perhaps with this critical thinking, he can come off stoic and aloof. Although he is not immune to bouts of unexplained playfulness and excitement.

Having been born in the mortal realm, he possesses no natural tie to Hell or Heaven. Rather uniquely, Dante is grounded to the middle realm. Possessing a lot of human like tendencies that greatly differ from his monstrous brethren. Proving in length that while demons are typically violent and chaotic creatures, it is the environment they are breed in and the teachings they endure that reproduce such behaviours.




Abilities unique to Dante:

*He knows how to literally turn himself invisible. Discrete and nearly perfectly unseen to a human eye -he cannot hide from other demons though- he uses this in daily life.

*Agility and grace are unique to his form. Usually brutish and wild, Dante moves with a fluidity and silence that is practiced and well refined. Allowing him the ease of moving between people unseen.

*Unlike other demons, Dante cannot alter his appearance. What you see, is what you get. Nor does he possess another appearance to blend into scene. Meaning he cannot look mortal.

*Linguist; having lived so long in libraries and bookstores, Dante has spent many years becoming fluent and well versed in many tongues. Some he is incredibly proficient with, others a mere practice.

*Thirst for knowledge, he is always wanting to learn more. See more, experience more. Never feeling like a well of information is ever enough.

*Negative emotions, unlike most of his kind; Dante doesn't necessary feed on negativity. Or rather he doesn't intend to feed on it, more of it just being a thing that happens rather than sought. In moments like this, he has been known to get a little cagey, slightly aggravated but never out lashing. **There is a limit to this. If he is exposed to a great ordeal or disaster with a lot of negative emotions, Dante can become overwhelmed. Becoming larger (well into the nine foot range), horns becoming fuller, claws and tail becoming longer, fangs filling in more to tusks and taking on more of an appearance akin to his father. This can also push him into a berserker mode. This form can make an appearance during equinox (March and September) and is related to primal behaviours.

*Habits. He has particular ticks/quirks that were merely adopted from youth to adult hood. Typically he uses his tail as a security blanket -Usually he tends to hold it between teeth when he is either particularly agitated, amused or calm. He does keep it close to himself when resting as well (tends to be rather incredibly sensitive to touch by others, often having it snap away and curl up into himself). Another particular tick, is something that voices his affections loudly, purring. A deep rumbling that is involuntary, Dante purrs. Loud and consistent, usually more when he is settling in for a sleep. Though it was prone moreso as a youth.



Background:
Between the two realms does their exist a herald of sorts. A human clan that has spanned back beyond the generations into that of old and detailed quite thoroughly foretellings for both Heaven and Hell. It should come to no surprise that their fortunes were quite legendary and matter of fact in so many ways.

Each side has been issued that of many of their own unique fortunes. Some of prosperity, some of depravity but they are never to be overlooked.

When Orcus took that of the throne of the Underworld, he earned one of his own. For the children be brought into this world, one would eventually be the undoing to his mantle. To topple him with unseen before power and courage, he would fall and the empire of the demons would be relinquished to a new ruler. Naturally the Demon King did not believe in such foolhardy tales. For these were musings of humans. Gutless whelps that needed to know nothing more than collars and slavery by thy hands of creatures above their station. For after all, the war between heaven and hell may have been won but not all was lost. Taking his own consorts of his desire, four children were born between two of the chosen consorts.

Nothing came from the four and the theory that the fortune was true, fell through. At least for a few centuries until Orcus' desire to have a new consort was met with intrigue.

A young curor demon that had no affinity to that of the demonic crown took interest. Shamed and put aside due to her white and gold appearance, she kept to the annals of the dire underground. Shaded from other demons who seen her colours as assault and insult, deeming her albino by cultural standards, it was only happenstance that Orcus heard of her. Blessing from his one consort talking about the ugly demoness, did he seek the woman out.

Deemed that of Paris, she took to the king's advances. Having not really earned such attention before, there was no fight when it came to her willingly meeting his wiles. Thinking nothing of the fact that she might carry another one of his children. This in turn drew ire and malice from the king's main consorts. Bringing the seer into light once more and brandishing the knowledge that the womb of the demoness carried the very blood in which could destroy the king. Where Orcus had been originally unbothered by the wealth of womb from Paris, he became agitated upon this news. Deeming it foolish, but pressed by his wives to seek and destroy this demoness with her spawn before they came to light.

This put Paris on the run. Seeking to protect her young and making an escape through a thin pardon of the wards that kept them in place within hell. Squeezing through only by her knowledge of the annals, she evaded the hunters for a time.

In the late spring under that of a rainy night, did she hollow out that of a badger's hole. Making herself a burrow to give birth to the demon within. Straining both herself and the little vessel. Letting it come forth within the realm that humans existed and Angels ruled. A daring and dangerous feat, Paris removed the potential bonds that came to a demon born of the fiery brimstone hellish wasteland.

Curled into a protective grasp, held close by mother; she knew the gravity of the projected fables were true. Understanding there in the dirt and blood of her crying babe, did she take cue. The fortune held true and this young one would fall into the queue into where he could destroy and ruin the reign of his father. They just needed to avoid being caught first before he was able to decide his own on that point.

It didn't last long.

With a riddled heart and desperation to keep that of her young safe, she took safety in that of a library. A place she knew well and instructed her young of a year and a half to say hidden. That he mustn't show himself to anyone and she would return for him.

"Stay here," Paris preened claws affectionately over the unmarked brow of her baby, listening to the sweet rumbles of his own adoration. Pressing eagerly into the touch as she felt her own heart clench, threatening to implode upon itself. Smoothing fingers through the little rooster tail of white that stuck up on head' orbs of black and gold opened to look up at her. "Stay here, my heart. Stay here." Repeating with drive did she whisper. Less she break her own voice.

Mewling softly did he inch closer. Pressing until a needy grab was made and bouncing to be picked up. "Momma..."

Head turned some as ears flicked. Hearing the others creeping closer and closer though she could not refuse. Knowing this would be her last time to hold him close. To feel his heartbeat and to nurture that of his life. She could not refuse. Scooping up the demon pup into grasp, feeling the coil of his tail sliding around arm. Wanting nothing more than the comfort that was her as his mother. Legs drawn up to ball himself up into chest, did she bite down on her lip. How was she supposed to let him go.

Leaning back did Dante bunt his brow into her own, "You must stay quiet, my little one. Not a peep, and stay unseen. Momma will be right back. You must stay here." Dante cooed with a raspy bite to the end of it, watching and hearing the urgency in her voice.

"Otay. Stay here. I stay." the pup agreed much to her heart's ache, "I wait." Golden eyes looked at her, as if trying to see her truth. "For you." How she wished he wouldn't. How she selfishly wished her pup would plead and cry for her to not leave. Something to make her stay and challenge this understanding that she must go. To protect him.

Setting him to the ground did he plunk his rear down. Rattling off a chirp as finger was stroked over plump cheek, "I'll be back soon." She lied. Kissing brow sweetly before stepping back. Head jerking once more at the sounds too close. Another step back, eyes of her own settled onto the demon pup there. Holding tail of his own hostage, finding purchase of teeth there.

"Wuv... wuv momma." Dante purred wearing the love ample in eyes, believing that she would return soon. Where he could snuggle close and seek his refuge in comfort of her scent and her grasp.

Voice cracked as she couldn't find weight to it. Simply turning away to disappear through that door. And leaving him behind."

He'd keep loyal to her request for some time, miraculous staying mostly unseen for a couple years. Learning how to feed himself through pickpocketing bags in the library left unattended and feasting on the vermin in the night. At least for a few years till he was discovered by the librarian there.


 
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Jordan Harrow


GenderMale
AgeAppears mid twenties
Height6'5"
Weight183 lbs
EyesOceanic blue
HairRaven Black
SpeciesVampire
FamilyFather: Aaron Harrow
Mother: Phoebe Harrow
Notable Marksleft forearm has a large hook scar, spanning almost 8" long
Voice ClaimBenjamin Diskin

Background: At some point he was human. Though ask him when and where that was, he can’t accurately remember. It was rumoured that he was a late prince of some ancient royal born family but even still, he can’t confirm if that was true or not. Simply that time has lost a sense of meaning and therefore pieces of his history have gone the same way. To the wind.

If it has ever bothered him, it rarely makes a chime. Simply living by the understanding that there were something’s not worth crying over. Lost memories were saddening to lose but he didn’t overly fuss about it. What could be was meant to be.

Within his realm of vampirism, Jordan tends to keep by himself. Not out of loathing, simply just a preference. And request. The world he commonly denotes as the Breach, is where he has spent a good majority of his years. Only more recently within perhaps the last five coming out into the mundane world. To live in proxy to humans and whatever faelike creature was able to hide amongst themselves. Enjoying the salty and incorrect assumptions that the humans had created about the Supernatural. Especially taking fancy to vampires and how they were painted rather drastically as heinous things. How correct they were and yet, there was mirth there. Knowing some of the things were lies. Not that he ever corrected them.

In current times he keeps a small manor to himself just outside a that of a small village. A fine place called Kasu that he is rather known in. And seems to be favored within their limits. Attempting – somewhat successfully- to the country life and winery business, fondly called Rosendrey Chateau. Wealthy enough that he has a few staff around though they are not privy to knowing what he is.


Personality: Contrary to the fact he is that of the night, Jordan is rather animated. An arrange of emotions he will display suggesting that he has either mastered how to fake human emotions, or he is actually capable of them. Known to be arrogant when it comes to business matters, he is a firm steel hand with money and control of the property. When it comes to cordial eventful obligations, the man is charismatic and inviting. Charming to a unnatural fault. Favoring compliments and forward invitations – he typically can be incredibly brash and brazen in a witty remark with the hopes of feeding – the master of the vineyard, is a plethora of descriptions.

Typically in private company, he may tone it down. He doesn’t trust very easily –even his own kind having been burnt once or twice by them- Jordan would sooner escort someone to the door than deal with them. Not to say he is always levelheaded and even keel. Rather more of a slow burn, to provoke him is rather impressive. Turning a charming annoyance into unbridled aggression, he doesn’t take well to others getting too nosy or questioning his motives.


Preconceived notions:

  • He can handle being in the sunlight, but he doesn’t like it. It makes him uncomfortable like a sunburn after too long. At most he can spend on a bright sunny day, outside about two hours. Though any longer than that and he tends to develop symptoms of Heat Exhaustion.
  • Blood is his preferred meal but to keep up notions of his human appearance, he can eat. It just doesn’t sit well with him. Too much, too often and he has been known to be ill.
Abilities
  • Considerable telekinesis, he can move objects up to twenty feet away. The heaviest coming in around a hundred and fifty pounds. Though he rarely uses it as it tends to drain him.
  • Eyes - Usually they are a bright blue though they have been prone to flick from bronze or red. Usually signifying emotions or his hunger. He is pretty easily readable in these moments.
  • Contrary to belief, Jordan is a skilled chef. He enjoys cooking but with the fact he is a vampire, he rarely does it as often anymore.
  • Vampire Senses - Almost all his senses are enhanced though appears to be built more like a tank [he is impressively strong and fast. His endurance is unquestionably inhuman but due to his lack of feedings, he is considerably weaker than what he should be. Though to categorize Jordan, he is impossibly strong mostly. A tank rather than agile, he is still quicker than a human
  • Healing - When he is in good health, he has great rejuvenation. But he must be with a full stomach and at his top level of power. Otherwise he is limited to how quick he can heal. Blood = special talents.




 
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Bartholomew Travern

GenderMale
AgeTwenty Five
Height6'3" (193cm)
Weight187 lbs (84Kg - 23.3BMI)
EyesEmerald Green
HairSilver
SpeciesFenris Lycan
Notable MarksRight ear pierced
Upper and lower cuspids are notably longer and seen
Scarring on upper right deltoid (about 3" long)
Two separate scars on right external oblique (about 7" long each)
Scarring on left latissmus dorsi (about 11" long)
Voice ClaimAndy Black





Height9'3" (284cm)
Weight408lbs (185Kg - 23.3 BMI)
EyesParakeet Green due to their illumination
Pelt ColourMostly silver, darkening around the back of the neck to shoulders into a deep gray almost black. Softer white to the underbelly
Notable CharacteristicsLower cuspids are more pronounced and protruding up and over the muzzle (near 5" long)




Personality:
Known for being painfully asocial, Balto makes no qualms about who he is or how he behaves. Overly distrusting and slow to actually extend such things to others, he is known to be very aggressively vocal. Cussing and dropping F* bombs in common conversation, it may be assumed he is very unrefined and rough.

Not known to warm up easily, he does speak without overly thinking about his commentary. Uncaring if he offends or not.

While it may be assumed he is very unenthusiastic, cold, and generally aloof; Balto is quite passionate about what matters. Family is highly important to him and those he does share a bond with are often spared his bitter attitude.

As a werewolf, he can be overly sensitive to certain smells. Or he is known to become very frenzy like in the right atmosphere, unreasonable and feral.

Uniquely he can be incredibly morose. Known to take things rather personally and internalize it, he holds grudges quite liberally. Although getting him to talk about these issues will prove difficult as he is prone to internalizing anything that is emotional based. It is often assumed he is pretty brutish in intellect when really he is quite clever. At times he can control his anger and speak with a level of refinement.

Outwardly he does not enjoy being touched or his space invaded against his choice, though with those he builds a connection with; he will allow them to come closer. Only a love interest will be granted the leisure to come into his personal space freely. In turn he does respond and will be affectionate.



Background: Second born to Katherina and Grant; his birth name is that of Bartholomew though it is a hated name. There are very few people that can get away with addressing him as such and that list is only that of his grandmother. Though she typically respectfully doesn’t due to his acute aversion to it. The reason he hates it is due to Grant naming him as such. Rather than taking it with a grain of salt, he sees it as an insult.
Balto doesn’t really recall his mom very much, a few snippets of his memory but nothing firm or constructive. He has numerous memories of Grant merely due to the abuse that was sustained. The majority of his scarring was caused by such events. Leaving long ingrained hatred to be sewn into every fibre of whom he is. It is suspected with the level of trauma is the reason for why Balto’s hair when prematurely silver. There was a time in his youth that he would dye it but quickly gave up when the upkeep was more than he wanted to give.

As he grew Balto has never made it a habit to stay in the better graces of any school system. Still a high grade student, he was prone to getting into fights, detention, expelled; what have you. Much to Amelia’s frustration and his grandmother’s exasperation. Eventually getting familiar with a fellow student named Easton Ashingden and thusly getting the pair of them in trouble.

It wasn’t until around thirteen or fourteen that a good growth spurt hit the younger Travern. Putting some length in the boy and in turn encouraging ill behavior. While the intent may have seemed malicious, Balto has never been one that isn’t aware of all things. With his grandmother being a widower from a young age and raising her own children then him and his sister; money wasn’t always a readily available item. Amelia worked when she could to help out, but his grandmother insisted they would be alright. It was at this time, Balto and Easton began to work for an older woman named Maribel Cassiel; one of the Ladies of a group known as the Syndicate. One of the larger scale crime circles. They worked as runners for information and various other jobs.

With the other three heads of the Syndicate, each of the boys made good progress within the ranks. Eventually being picked up by different branches of the group to be taught new traits within. Picked by that of Archibald Praxis; Balto was trained how to handle weapons and trained how to fight properly in a multitude of situations. He developed a keen sense of smarts in both business affairs and streets. It wasn’t until Balto around eighteen that the young adult took his leave of matters. Having filed away a decent nest egg for himself but worked to have enough to keep his grandmother and newly mothered sister safe. The bonus to working with the Syndicate, they take care of those within and outside their group. So long as they prove not to be a rat and keep to their agreement, the crime group doesn’t let its former members go by the wayside.
Balto has attended college, earning his four tickets for heavy mechanics and works with Gavin in the Revenant Garage. Although the pay isn’t glamorous, it was Easton that came to Balto to inform that they both had been sought after by that of a young woman named Bailey Quinn. A niece of Maribel that was looking for some strong arms for her business. A High End Loan Shark; Balto certainly responded to the request eagerly.

It would explain how he is able to afford his lavish penthouse within the downtown core of the city and keep himself out of sight, out of mind of most people. Although Balto is not known to settle down and has made it abundantly clear to his own family there are no plans for this, he is very promiscuous. Leery of those around him, Balto tries desperately not to reveal himself to anyone. Though is still very prone to falling victim to the primordial response of a feral beast during the full moon; he is not infectious as the virus transmission into his system appears rendered useless.


Additional or Fun Information:

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Around thirteen is when Balto became infected with lycanthropy. Exhibiting signs of a vicious illness at first, it was passed off as a bad flu. Quarantining him off and receiving the standard practice for any flu, he would eventually betray the fate of himself under the first full moon. And having to reveal the insanity of it to Amelia less he be caught.

* Natural Hair Colour: Blonde - Prematurely silver by the age of twelve

* Entirely bipedal as a lycan, has been known to walk like a quadruped

* Adaptable to cold climates in human and lycan appearance, denoted to withstand chills up to - 40 F/C *Implied that lycan form may be able to withstand further*

* INHUMAN STRENGTH: Within tests we have been able to deduce that 37-4 is capable of lifting/pushing/pulling or carrying at least the 5500 KG (12,000 pounds). This alters minutely to tact on another thousand KG when he is within his lycan form. Highly impressive.

* MYTHOLOGY EFFECTS: Neither silver tipped or true silver items have proven able to create a burning or searing effect. Holy water, crosses and anything that was labelled as superstitious have been removed from able to injure subject.

* SENSITIVITY: Scents, sounds and vision can be injured with mass amounts of flooding of these pieces. It is able to knock out the subject in either form if persistent shrill/bright/pungent items are presented.

* ALPHA & ASOCIAL MENTALITY: To note down within the files that our specimen has the ‘perfect’ genes for the Alpha aspect that is required to lead a pack but with noted ASOCIAL behaviour, he refuses to work in junction with other lycans; humans or unique subjects. This has proven to weaken him and leave him open.

* TRIGGER POINTS: Negative Emotions/Protective; life threatening; grievous injury; sweet smells

* SINGING: While he won’t openly share it, Balto is musically inclined via voice. There are very few times he willingly sing. Either it will be by accident when he is listening to the radio or when it comes to his nieces.

* CODING: This might be because of his former shady business but Balto is quite capable of hacking, reprogramming and coding computers with advanced or rudimentary languages.

* MECHANICAL: Considering he has his heavy duty tickets and is a licensed mechanic, this should come as no surprise. Though he prefers old muscle cars; he is no slouch. He’ll talk circles around most when it comes to vehicles or bikes. His own vehicle being that of a old 1979 Chevy Nova aptly named Renegade.

* COOKING: This bachelor makes no qualms about spending more time eating out than actually learning how to properly fed himself. Especially now with the infection, he is prone to be generally gluttonous. Although he can’t say he has ever heard his nieces complain about his exceptional ordering in skills.

* SOCIAL CUES: Perhaps not an inability but rather a general disregard, there is no doubt about him that the lycan would sooner tell someone to pound sand than welcome them. No hold back; he is very unfriendly to those he doesn’t know or doesn’t like. Letting his mouth run and happily knocking someone out in turn.

* HEIGHTS: Balto is not the biggest fan of heights remotely. This means flying or high up places, often will be responded with a sense of nausea, dizziness and a fright. Usually accompanied by a lot of cursing, threatening.







 
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Sebastian Travern


GenderMale
AgeTwenty four
Height6'6"
Weight187 lbs
EyesGreen
HairSilver
SpeciesFenris Lycan
FamilyFather: Balto Travern
Mother: Dr. Suri Bainsbridge
Brother: Lucien Travern
Sister: Nova Travern
Notable MarksPale freckles over cheeks and nose
Scarring punctures on the inside of his right wrist
Both ears spaced with 7mm gauges, twice
Hidden: both nipples are pierced
Voice ClaimJordan Davis











Height8'2"
Weight298lbs
EyesGreen
HairSilver with an white underbelly
Brown freckling over nose and cheeks
Double fangs on his lower jaw



General Personality:
Unlike his father; Bast is very reserved and laid back. Taking more time to appreciate the serenity of a situation rather than getting uppity. He's mostly passive - not to say he doesn't have a breaking point - he considers all life to be important, but that isn't to say he likes everyone. Those who willingly cause harm for the sake of themselves, are commonly labelled as scum and he won't usually waste this time with them. Suppose one could call him a lover, not a fighter.

Outwardly Bast is commonly more like the boy next door motif. He'd sooner offer someone a shoulder than brush them off. Not able to look away and ignore another when they need help. Even if he doesn't need to be involved.

While he is certainly welcoming, internally Bast isn't as calm and collected. He doubts often and fears a lot. Considerably more of a romantic, he is rather possessive and aggressive. Snarling and wicked, he does take offense easily but wears a happy mask to avoid people getting too close when he is feeling defensive.

Internally he is rather pessimistic. While he is human himself; he doesn't jive well with all and takes insult to many who are selfish and harm others.

He hates feeling useless and under used. Control and command are something he responds poorly with, often closing himself off in response.


History:
Sebastian is the eldest of three and is easily the one who takes strikingly after his father the most. Unlike Balto where he was infected with lycanthropy; Bast was born with it. Allowing time and growth to enable him to respond readily to both sides. His mother is entirely human and commonly known due to her family history. While Bast personally doesn't spend as much time as he used too with his grandparents; they are completely unaware of the werewolf history.

Himself and his siblings are generally close, only being a few years apart. Lucian is two years younger than Sebastian and Nova is four years younger. They all possess the same traited silver hair and green eyes that pass from their father.


Talents and Abilities:

~ Musically inclined; he is capable of playing acoustic guitar. A talent taught to him by his father's best friend. Though he is proficient with singing as well.

~ Mechanically inclined, something took interest in with his father being a engine mechanic.

~ Superior Strength, Stamina, Agility and Five senses

~ Quick time Regeneration

~ Mental partitioning

Weaknesses
~ Hot tempered
~ Poor Liar
~ Over pungent smells or tastes
~ Gluttonous
~ Distrustful to others initially
 
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Aelyra Bloodworth

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RaceElf
AgeTwenty eight
HeightFive foot nine
WeightOne hundred and forty five
EyesAzure
HairDirty red blond
Notable MarksFreckling across her nose and cheeks
Voice ClaimColleen Clinkenbeard
 
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Casper Demont
GenderMale
RaceHuman
AgeTwenty nine
HeightSix foot even
WeightOne hundred and sixty two
EyesBlue
HairSallow ashy brown
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Personality: Generally lackadaisical, Casper is a casual soul. He doesn't take things personally nor does he take words as slight against himself. Even if they are warranted and truthful, they are generally rolled off his back. However, business is business and personal is personal. The two do not cross and if they do; it is exceedingly rare. There is always a time and place for both or either individually, but a wise man knows where to draw the line less they blur and become unable to be disconnected.

Background: Contrary to his history of being generally the mischief misfit, he finds deep purpose in being the soul whom takes on jobs that are too difficult or time costly for that of the police department. A third party assistance, Casper is an individually owned business that contents with the less than savory items or persons that often are brushed off as inconsequential. The ones who slip through easily and are often considered potentially a larger problem than most would give them credit for.​
 
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Preferred Character Gender
Male, Female, Primarily Prefer Male
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-Fantasy with means of magic and sword based feelings, i do prefer a bit of romance in stories
-Modern with again a fantasy feel
-Cut in anything with a bit of Romance and I can give it a try.
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