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Uruvion Firelight.
Age: unknown, though more than one human lifetime.
Species: Wolf
Sexuality: Bisexual
Eyes: Green with a slight glow
Hair/skin: White fur covering his body.
Personality: Apprehensive of humans, other than those who would aid him in his fight to protect his home and those who he cares for. He is a lover and defender of nature.
Abilities: Nature manipulation. He specializes in nature magic, conjuring fire from his hands. He can move the earth to cross fields of lava (You can't play 'the floor is lava' with him, he cheats) and rapidly grow thorned vines with poisoned tips or have flowers release pheromones which confuse, poison, or in some cases arouse those around him. He can quickly conjure vines to restrict and constrict those he can see.
He is most well-known for protecting the forest where he resides and has defended it for years from people (Mostly humans) that wish to tear it down or strip it for its resources.
His most recent claim to fame was when a company of soldiers from a nearby kingdom had him surrounded with crossbows. Their leader was facing Uruvion and mocking him, thinking that he had strength in numbers. When ordered to fire, the first soldier shot the commander in the leg. When the commander turned around he realized that all of his men had been entangled by vines from the ground and were under control of the "beast" who was standing in front of him. They all survived, though they were stripped of their armor and sent back to the kingdom starving and naked with their armor strung up in the trees as a warning to those who would do the forest harm.
The human's one saving grace was not only those who aided him in protecting the forest, but music. He had a weakness for the music that human's produced, finding it soothing and he greatly enjoying it. He even made trips into a local town when live music was being performed, though he had to be careful whenever he left the safety of nature as his powers were dulled inside of buildings not made from natural materials and left him nearly powerless.
Apollyon, the arch fiend.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Appearance:
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Skin color: Light skinned, pale.
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Dark blue, but red when he's upset.
Personality:
Apollyon is a feared general in hell, ranked 12th in line to the big guy. Everyone down there is trying to get ahead any way possible, literally slitting each other's throats to the next rank and favor with the master. There were several ways to go about it, but Apollyon had chosen the road less traveled, the riskiest path upward. Literally upward as he had traveled to the human world, the surface of earth to cause chaos and destruction. Being among humans was dangerous, one skin-to-skin touch and the demon would lose his powers temporarily, so he made sure to keep his distance from the vile beings, often disgusted by them. He was unable to directly harm or kill anyone physically.
His normal attire consisted of a black suit, white dress shirt with a red tie, black dress pants and shiny black shoes. Normally he wore black leather gloves and carried a cane with him in case he needed to shove away any disgusting humans who got too close.
He was strikingly beautiful, and some say that he had the face of an angel but those people met a swift end by an unfortunate accident, directly caused by Apollyon himself. This was how he gained favor in hell. His presence would cause mishaps, accidents, fires, anything that would cause suffering and harm. If a small bird was chirping annoyingly near him, one thought was all it took for a hawk to swoop down and grab the bird, ending the chirping. A man who was supporting his family on a meager income had just won the lottery, and he celebrated loudly in Apollyon's presence, praising God for his luck. That man lasted about 20 seconds more before he was in a fatal head on collision in the next intersection. If someone flicked a lit cigarette out the window, normally it would simply die out, but if Apollyon was around, it would start a forest fire claiming the lives of animals, people, and displacing hundreds.
There was strength in numbers when it came to demons in the human world. The closer they were to each other, the more fatal and the grander the damage. They once surrounded a hospital and the whole building lost power just by their thoughts alone. The backup generator malfunctioned, and several hundred lives, men, women, children, newborns, the elderly, were all lost that day and Apollyon was among that group and that's what gained him his rank in hell. It was his idea.
His radius for misfortune was around one city block. Anyone who was within range would have bad luck and if it could go wrong in the worst way possible, it would. He could increase the effect if he could see someone and put forth some mental effort to make things worse, creating a hell on earth.
Of course, those bastard angels could get in the way. One of two of them could negate his powers of misfortune leaving things to fair chance, and if there were enough of them around, they could reverse his effects. Someone would survive what would be a fatal car crash, or the hospital's generator would whir to life at a critical moment, saving hundreds of lives. It was his job to keep the number of demons on the surface enough to where suffering was constant, and to tip the scales in their favor over the angels.
Varda
Age: Over 200 (Age 35 when turned), relatively young for a vampire.
Not much is known about Varda's life before he was turned into a vampire against his will by someone he will never know. Thinking it a funny joke to damn random people to eternal life with no explanation on how the vampire hierarchy works or the tricks of the trade. Thankfully in his previous life was a skilled and cunning assassin so he wasn't completely unprepared for what awaited him in his new life. Battle, espionage, and quick thinking were crucial to survival. The only thing that he remembers of his mortal life was a silver cross that he wore around his neck, more for symbolism than any religious nonsense that people came up with, though the cross instantly melted into a puddle the moment that he was bitten and turned.
He was known in the vampire hierarchy as a 'half-blood' or 'turned', meaning that he was born a human who was turned into a vampire during his life rather than being born a vampire. The 'pecking order' in vampire society was the Elders, Pure blood, then half bloods at the bottom. Having bite marks from being turned was a mark of shame for many, clearly showing their place in the hierarchy for all to see.
He had retractable fangs on both the top and bottom canines, though they were shorter than a purebloods they were still effective when he needed to draw blood, or rip the throat out of an enemy. Unlike purebloods he could go a long time without having to drink living blood, but it he went too long he would be severely weakened and unable to defend himself if the need arose.
Varda was able to turn a human into a vampire, though he never has and probably won't any time soon. Even though he was 200 years old, he was still learning about vampire society and what it all meant. He didn't want to turn someone and have them stumbling about as lost as he was.
Like most turned he can eat regular food as a human can, though the taste is enhanced by his heightened senses, and he still enjoys the act of eating. He can be exposed to sunlight for a limited amount of time before it starts to become increasingly painful, and he also kept his fondness for flowers and tends to a garden around his castle regularly.
He inherited his castle many years ago. 'Inherited' in this case means that he defeated and killed the previous owner in ritual combat in a rather brutal way and laid claim to his castle. Varda had his opponent impaled and heavily chained in front of the castle after the battle until the sun rose the next morning and disintegrated the rest of the body.