Mystic's Codding Dump

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GENERAL

Name: Fiona Jane Markson
Nicknames: Fi
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Birthday: September 12
Zodiac Sign: Virgo
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthplace: Hamilton
Race: Human
Ailments: Bipolar Disorder
Scent: Lavender and honey
Guild: Fairy Tail
Guild Mark Location: Light blue on left shoulder

APPEARANCE

Weight: 5'
Height: 98 lbs
Hair Color || Hair Length: Bright blonde reaching just above shoulders
Eye Color: Crystal blue
Complexion: Porcelain with tan tones
Build: Petite
Markings: N/A
Piercings: Ears are pierced at the lobe
Dress: Short dresses matched with combat boots and fishnets or shirts paired with ripped jeans and combat boots

PERSONAL/MENTAL

Personality:
  • Blunt
  • Honest
  • Caring
  • Compassionate
  • Hot-headed
  • Clumsy
  • Sarcastic
  • Selfless
  • Jealous type
Strengths:
  • Quick on feet
  • Intelligent
  • Average sword skill
  • High stamina
  • People person
Weaknesses:
  • Blunt
  • Hot-headed
  • Jealous type
  • Not as strong as others
  • Needs more training
  • Has a hard time saying no
  • Weak against those she cares for
Talents:
  • Cooking
  • Sword fighting
Fears:
  • Blood
  • Losing those she cares for
  • Storms
  • Neddles
Family: Unknown

History: Much of Fiona's past is a mystery, so much so that even Fiona herself doesn't know about it. Meaning Fiona has no memory of her past. The earliest thing she remembers is waking up in a hospital bed at Fairy Tail with 5 keys with her, 3 black and 2 silver. How she got them is a mystery, even to this day. Although there have been times when Fiona can recall small bits and pieces. Faded images and brief flashes of foggy faces. Fiona keeps a journal of these "memories" as she likes to call them. No one knows for sure if these are memories of her past but one thing is for sure; Fiona suffered something serious.

What she has wrote down in her journal:
  1. A face flashes over her laying in a crib
  2. Blood
  3. Laughter and a large tree
  4. More blood
  5. Blank faces staring at her
  6. Blood
  7. Tears streaming down her face
  8. Burning houses

PHYSICAL/MAGICAL

Ability: Celestial Magic, Above average sword fighting skill
Spells: Fiona is able to summon her silver keys for extended periods of time(an hour or two) but, she is only able to summon a Dark Zodiac key for 20 minutes before her magic is mostly depleted. Fiona also knows two Dark Celestial spells taught to her by Lilliana who, like Leo, can open her gate herself. Though she can’t quite use the spells at their full power yet.

Key’s

Dark Zodiac Keys - As strong as the Zodiac’s
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Name: Lilliana
Chant: "Open gate of the War Maiden, Lilliana"
Appearance:
  • Red curly hair reaching mid back
  • Hazel eyes
  • Toned build
  • 5' 6"
  • 187 lbs
  • Lightly tanned skin
  • Wears dark blue tank top with light blue accents and baggy black jeans held up by a belt
  • Light blue yin yang symbol necklace
Personality:
  • Protective
  • Caring
  • Hot-headed
  • Kind
  • Motherly
  • Loner
Power: Re-quip
  • Strengths:
    • Master swords man
    • Master marksman
    • Strong
    • Quick
  • Weaknesses:
    • Hot-headedness can interfere with her skills
    • Slow on rough terrain
    • Can only re-quip swords and bows
    • Armor less

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Name: Azazel
Chant: "Open gate of the Fallen Demon, Azazel"
Appearance:
  • Shaggy dark brown hair that falls messily on his head and tends to cover his eyes
  • One pale orange eye and one grey eye
  • Toned
  • 6'
  • 197lbs
  • Ears are double pierced at the lobe
  • Lightly tanned skin with a gray tone
  • Wears black button-up shirt with red splotches on the bottoms and matching black dress pants
Personality:
  • Defiant
  • Malicious
  • Intelligent
  • Manipulative
  • Cautious
  • Clever
Power: Hell Fire - The ability to control the fires of hell. Usually seen in a blue or red color though it depends on the demon. Azazel is the only known being to use this power and as such not much is known. He often mentions how there are other demons that can use it but don't.
  • Strengths:
    • Fire is hotter than a dragons
    • Can shape into anything
    • Can be channeled into weapons
    • Master swordsman
    • Stronger than dragon slayers
  • Weaknesses:
    • Can be bought
    • Fire can be put out by ice but not water
    • Not as fast as he can be
    • Weakened by holy weapons or holy water
    • Can't walk into churches
    • Doesn't like following orders much

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Name: Minni
Chant: "Open gate of the Leviathan, Minni"
Appearance:
  • Dog-like shadow
  • Glowing white eyes
Personality: Minni cannot speak but has a creepy cackle
  • Evil
  • Careless
  • Doesn't like following orders
  • Will turn on people
Power: Shadow Manipulation
  • Strengths:
    • Can melt into the shadows
    • Faster than most creatures and humans
  • Weaknesses:
    • Weak against light
    • Can die if out in the sun too long
    • Dog-like

Silver Keys

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Name: Perseus
Chant: "Open gate of the Greek Hero, Perseus"
Appearance:
  • Short brown hair
  • Blue eyes
  • Muscular build
  • 5' 11"
  • 239lbs
  • Tanned complexion
  • Wears tradition gladiator attire
Personality:
  • Hot-headed
  • Fiercely loyal
  • Kind
  • Caring
  • Competitive
  • Arrogant
  • Boisterous
Power: Increased strength
  • Strengths:
    • Inhuman strength
    • Average sword skill
    • Loyal
    • Quick on feet
  • Weaknesses:
    • Arrogant
    • Competitive
    • Hot-headed
    • Not agile
    • Easily antagonized

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Name: Sanctum
Chant: "Open gate of the Shield, Sanctum"
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Name: Osborn
Chant: "Open gate of the Big Bear, Ursa Major"
Appearance: Large brown grizzly bear with beady black eyes
Personality:
  • Barbaric
  • Motherly
  • Flacky
Power: Steel claws
  • Strengths:
    • Claws made of steel
    • Sharp teeth
    • Strong
  • Weaknesses:
    • Large
    • Slow
    • Not versatile
    • Water can rust claws if exposed long enough

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Name: Leona
Chant: "Open gate of the Little Lion, Leona"
Appearance:
  • Short wavy blonde hair that stops at her shoulders
  • Blonde ears and tail with dark tips
  • Hazel eyes
  • 4' 10"
  • 89lbs
  • Wears a short salmon dress with a red and gold coat
  • Grey scarf always on and wrapped around her neck
  • Black stockings with brown sandles on her feet
Personality:
  • Bubbly
  • Hyper
  • Shy at first
  • Blunt
  • Naive
  • Innocent
  • Childish
Power: Light manipulation
  • Strengths:
    • Fast
    • Agile
    • Strongest during the day
    • Works well with her brother Leo
  • Weaknesses:
    • Short
    • Not very strong
    • Weak at night
    • Young
    • Childish
    • Innocent
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Name: Draco
Chant: "Open gate of the Dragon, Draco"
Appearance:
  • 6' 4"
  • 232lbs
  • Tan hair reaching lower back
  • Pale complexion
  • Ruby red eyes
  • Dragon winds and tail
  • Wears a long black jacket over a red and black button-up jacket with a white button-up shirt underneath
  • Tan dress pants tucked into red dragon hide boots with white horn like spikes
Personality:
  • Loyal
  • Kind-hearted
  • Hot-headed
  • Sarcastic
  • Blunt
  • Narcissistic
  • Two-faced
Power: Fire manipulation
  • Strengths:
    • Flight
    • Physically strong
    • Great control over fire and can even breath it
    • Physically fast
  • Weaknesses:
    • Mentally slower
    • Not as mentally strong as others
    • Weak against water
    • Two-faced
    • Hot-heaedness can interfere with control
    • Often too blunt

Dark Celestial Spells

Dark Star: Dark star is a long ranged attack that fire’s many small shining black balls at their target. The attacks power varies depending on the amount of power put into it.
Dark Wings: Like the name suggests when casting this spell it gives the person black sparkly wings that gives the caster the ability to fly for a duration of time, usually until the caster either ends it or runs out of magic.
 
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BASICS
Name: Amelia Linn
Nicknames: Amy
Age: Unknown
Sexuality: Straight

APPEARANCE
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 172 lbs
Hair Color || Hair Length: Salmon reaching lower back
Eye Color: Right eye is green and the left is yellow
Complexion: Pale with darker tones
Build: Petite with toned muscles
Tattoos: Simple cross on right arm
Piercings: Ears are pierced at the lobe

PERSONAL
Personality:
  • Sarcastic
  • Closed-off
  • Compassionate
  • Kind
  • Caring
  • Blunt
  • Honest
  • Aloof
Strengths:
  • Compassionate
  • Flight
  • Quick on feet
  • Great at controlling wind and water
Weaknesses:
  • Not as physically strong as most angels
  • Needs work on controlling fire and earth
  • Clumsy
  • Closed-off
  • Hot-headed
  • Too blunt at times
Fears:
  • Being banished
  • Falling in love
Skills:
  • Water and wind manipulation
  • Cooking
  • Dancing
  • Martial Arts

POWERS
1. Elemental Manipulation: Ability to manipulate the four basic elements at will. Through years of training Amelia has come to master this ability and as such has been able to manipulate the elements in a way that has been seen as complete mastery.
  • Limitations:
    • Can only manipulate the main four elements
    • Needs a source to manipulate the element
    • Will pass out if she over uses her powers
2. Siren Song: The user is capable of emitting astonishingly beautiful and enchanting singing voice that is capable of summoning/luring anyone who hears it to come towards the singer.
  • Limitations:
    • Can only be affected by people who can hear her
    • Restricted to only being able to affect men
 
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Name: Evelyn Maria James
Nicknames: Eve
Age: 26
Birthday: May 5th
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Witch

Personality:

  • Kind
  • Compassionate
  • Loner
  • Friendly
  • Blunt
  • Not prone to anger
  • Sassy
  • Closed-off
Appearance:
  • Long red hair reaching mid back
  • Green eyes that darken and lighten depending on mood but will also glow when using powers
  • Pale complexion
  • 5' 4"
  • 103lbs
  • Ears are pierced at the lobe
  • Freckles dusting her cheeks and across her nose
  • Usually wears summer dresses and boots
  • ALWAYS wears a locket with a picture of her late husband in it
Powers:
  • Nature Manipulation - User is connected directly to the natural world and thus can communicate, influence, manipulate and control nature: all living beings and plants and natural phenomena, such as the weather and geology of the Earth, and the matter and energy of which all these things are composed. They can survive in any natural environment on earth. User can manipulate, tap into, blend and/or become elements of nature, including air, weather, lightning, earth, stone, metal, water, ice, light, darkness, clouds/mist, magma, fire etc.. They can control animals and plants and mimic their abilities and forms. Because user can communicate with nature, they become instantly familiar with their surroundings, the connection is so deep that the earth can respond to one's emotions and desires (blossoming with flowers and calming weather when happy, making skies stormy or cause earthquakes when angry, shifting the landscape to gain the advantage in a fight, etc.) The user can purify, heal and generally influence the health of nature, and considering the fact that they're helping the environment, plants and animals act favorably towards user. They have access to every living species of animal on Earth and can also draw strength from them and acquire their abilities. Nature obeys users every command and operate on a "hive mind", meaning users can control an entire army of animals.
    • Limitations:
      • Needs a source
      • Must control emotions well
      • Distance, mass, precision, etc. depend upon of the knowledge, skill, and strength of the user, and their power's natural limits
      • Limited in a sterile environment
 

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Player Limit: 1/8
Writing Expectation: Advanced
Posting Speed: 1-2 times a week
Genre: Modern Fantasy



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The year was 2015. The world had descended into another World War, although it had ended just as quickly as it had started. The governments of the world had dove into chemical warfare, for this was no longer a fair fight. Nobody knows who dropped the virus, “Virus X” as others called it, or when it had started, but all the survivors remember now is it swept over the world in the blink of an eye. What was once just another world war was now possibly the end of civilization as we know it.

Naturally, survivors had fled to areas that were once less populated. The north, the backwoods of the south, even west beyond the Rocky Mountains. There survivors began to find peace. The woods provided plenty of food, while the colder temperatures of Oregon and Washington made day’s slightly more bearable. It was sort of a refuge for those who wished to survive easy, if it was possible at all.

As 2 years passed, people began to think they are safe, but problems emerged. Some took to cannibalism saying the animals they hunted could become infected too. This was never proven to be true, but that didn’t stop the rumor from spreading like wildfire. Some survivors began to ban together, create groups and families in broken down cities, finding comfort in numbers. Some roam alone.



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Charlotte Eden Wilfred. A small woman who to most would seem like nothing but a survivor, but Charlotte is more than meets the eye. Hiding in her blood is the cure to all this mess. Her quest is simple, make it to D.C. and deliver the cure. The only problem, she's alone with no one helping her. That is where the story begins. A small group of survivors that have been traveling together for sometime now save Charlotte from a pack of zombies. Not knowing the secret she holds they accept her into their little group. Will her secret be reveled? If so will the group help her? Or feel betrayed?



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Xelapin Virus

Symptoms
5 minutes: Mild headache, cough, and runny nose.
30 minutes: Severe cold like symptoms. I.e Migraine, sore throat, cough, sneezing.
1 hour: Muscle spasm and cold sweats replace cold symptoms.
2 hours: Extreme body heat and loss of muscle movement.
5 hours: Infected has a hard time staying awake and sharp pains erupt through body.
9 hours: Internal organs begin to fail and internal bleeding.
10 hours: Lungs fill with blood and infected dies.
24 hours: The body has restarted and reverted back to primal instincts.

People infected revert back to primal instincts and only think of killing. They have very little energy in the night. In the day they have a lot of energy and can jog slowly. Any shot to the body that would kill a normal human can kill them.

Creator of the Virus: Andrew Harrington - U.S Medical Science Lead

Creation: It was during the 3rd war that Andrew delved into chemical warfare as were his orders. So came his time working for the military, working with other scientists to develop a virus to stop the fighting. He had been chosen to lead the project because he was well known for his work in chemistry. On June 23rd he created a virus that could kill people in 10 hours. He showed the president his discovery on July 5th using a rat. The next day they bombed the war zones, some even in the U.S. It was a week later reports of the victims coming back to life spread across the world. Panic spread and places were shut down. The DC area closed and the president built a wall to keep the virus out. The only people let in were virus clean. They are researching an antidote within the walls but, so far have found nothing.

Cure Holder: Charlotte Wilfred



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Charlotte Eden Wilfred
"I'm not as innocent as I look"
BASIC

Full Name - Charlotte Eden Wilfred
Nicknames/alias’ - N/A
Age - 20
Gender - Female
Sexuality - Pansexual
Birthday - January 5th
Astrological Sign - Capricorn
Blood Type - O-
Inventory - WIP


APPEARANCE

Height - 5' 2"
Weight - 110 lbs
Build - Petite
Hair - Red, reaching lower back in curly waves
Eye - Dark blue
Piercings - Ears are pierced at the lobe but she no long wears them
Markings - N/A
Complexion - Lightly tanned with freckles dusting body
Mode of Dress/Outfit - Badass type style: Example
Extra - Scars lining arms from over the years, Large scar running from belly button to center of chest


PERSONAL

Outer Personality -
  • Kind-hearted: Charlotte isn't a fighter, she'd much rather help than hurt but in the times of the apocalypse drastic things happen. Still, Charlotte has a very soft heart and welcomes anyone with open arms. She has no ability to hold grudges, it's almost like she was wired differently. Kind, that's what she is. Too kind for her own good some would say. Although this is to a fault like most of her. Break her trust too many times and you'll get the cold shoulder.
  • Compassionate: Rather than run Charlotte would put her life in danger to save another. That's just who she is and how she's been for all her life. The people she's saved have all helped her in some way after the fact. Though Charlotte doesn't care if they help her in return. She just likes helping people in general. Seeing the thankful look in there eyes and on there face always brings a smile to hers.
  • Loyal to a fault: Charlotte has a 'no man left behind' kind of mentality when it comes to those she's close with. If you're in her little circle of trust you can expect Charlotte to trust you whole-heartedly. You can also expect her to be there for you no matter what. It's just how she is. But even Charlotte has her breaking point. If you hurt someone she cares for in any way, shape, or form you can easily lose her loyalty to you.
  • Opinionated: She is one girl that's full of opinions and she makes them known. When Charlotte disagrees with someone or has a better idea she will let it be known.
  • Hot-Headed:
  • Sarcastic:
  • Closed Off:
  • Enthusiastic:
  • Stubborn:
  • Vague:
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  • Sensitive:
  • Needy:
  • Friendly:
  • Disorganized:
  • Witty:
  • Sympathetic:
  • Responsible:
  • Observant:
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God of War
"Let's break some heads"
BASIC

Name - Ares
Nicknames/alias’ - God of War
Gender - Male
Sexuality - Heterosexual


APPEARANCE

Height - 5' 11"
Weight - 163lbs
Build - Muscular
Hair - Shaggy brown, combed slightly back
Eye - Piercing blue
Piercings - N/A
Markings - Battle scars dotting body, most noticeable being a long jagged car on his right forearm
Complexion - Tanned
Mode of Dress/Outfit - Traditional gladiator attire
Extra - Carries a iron sword


PERSONAL

Outer Personality -
  • Cocky: Ares is known for his strength and power, but because of this Ares has become immensely cocky to the point that it's hard to be around him. People will often remark on the fact that he has a big head and that he's too big for his britches. This is very true. Ares has a big head in the sense that he's too proud and has a big ego. Too big an ego most would say.
  • Hot-headed: Something he is well known for is his temper. In one second Ares and go from calm, cool, and collected to a monster of anger. Although this only happens when he's being taunted or someone is trying to heart a person he cares for. Sadly there aren't many people he cares for so his temper is mostly caused by people taunting him. Zeus has been a known figure that taunts Ares but the latter would never fight one of the strongest Olympic gods.
  • Sarcastic: Say anything obvious or stupid in front of Ares and the man will comment in a sarcastic way. He loves watching peoples faces when he bust out a comment dripping with sarcasm. It's one of the finer things in life in his opinion.
  • Closed-off: Ares hates talking about himself and will change the subject fast. He thinks the less people know about him the better. Then he can't get hurt emotionally. Then again this also makes him seem like he cares about other people which isn't the whole truth.
  • Charming: He's got the smile and the looks. When talking to people he flashes a smile and there under a spell of sorts. Though some can see through his charming attitude and call him out of his bullshit. This is far and few between since it's mostly the male gods that see through his act.
  • Blunt: Whatever comes through his head he says. Often times it gets him in trouble but there have been times his bluntness has helped him. But again it's far and few between when this happens. Mostly he blurts out stuff that makes things awkward but Ares pays no mind to awkwardness and will continue the conversation.
  • Competitive: He is the God of War so it comes without saying that he loves a challenge and tends to get really into it. There are times when it gets a little much for some people, as in if you beat him be ready for rematches until he wins.
  • Abrasive: Ares is the most irritating man you will ever meet. He loves confrontation and doing anything that he thinks is fun, even if it means being abrasive. Then again he's Ares so it's not like he cares much what other people think.
Inner Personality -
  • Gentle: A side people rarely see from him is his gentle side. While he may not seem like this from just how he acts, Ares has a large soft spot for children and small animals. That may sound funny but it's true, Ares would never hurt a child or small animal.
  • Devoted: When it comes to this god Ares is devoted to the people he cares for, though there aren't many he cares for. Still he's a devoted god and listens to peoples prayers, sometimes he even answers them.
  • Intelligent: Ares doesn't really like showing that he's smart. He'd rather people be intimidated by him physically then mentally. That being said Ares' smarts are mainly battle related, since he is the god of war it makes sense that he knows quiet a bit about battle strategy.
  • Friendly: Ares loves making friends and meeting new people. But he'd never tell anyone that let alone show it. There have been times when he's shown that he's friendly but only once and it was with his half brother Hercules.
  • Alert: Ares is always aware of where he's at and what's going on. He doesn't show it since he's already a pillar of strength and no one would really attack him without being a god or demi-god.
  • Sentimental: It's all about the little things in life. This even applies to Ares. He often takes note of everything people say or do to bring it up later. When in relationships he'll take note of things his significant other is interested in or want and either take an interest in it as well or get what they want for them.
Likes -
  • Roses
  • Observing fights
  • Bloodshed
  • Violence
  • The little things in life
  • Birds
  • Storms
  • The ocean
  • Fighting for fun
  • Dogs/wolves
  • Small creatures that don't hurt him
Dislikes -
  • Any other flower
  • Large animals(other than dogs/wolves)
  • Watching his family do stupid things
  • Losing
  • Being forced to do something
  • Being told what to do
Strengths -
  • Inhuman strength
  • Inhuman speed
  • Heat/fire
  • War
  • Agile
Weaknesses -
  • Water
  • Cocky
  • Hot-headed
  • Too blunt at times
  • Doesn't follow orders well
  • Hates being talked down to
  • Competitive
  • Not immortal anymore

POWERS

Abilities -
  • Pyrokinesis: Ability to control fire
    • Limitations:
      • Can't create it out of thin air/needs a source
      • Water and ice can put the fire out
      • Anger can cause him to loose control
  • Telekinesis: Ability to move things with mind
    • Limitations:
      • Mass takes part/harder to lift heavier things
      • Can only manipulate 10 things at once
  • Teleportation: Ability to move from one place to another in an instance
    • Limitations:
      • Can only teleport to places he's been
      • Can't teleport to Olympus (At least not anymore)
  • Inhuman strength
  • Inhuman speed
  • Shapeshifting: Ability to turn into something else
    • Limitations:
      • Can't change appearance
      • Can only change into animals
      • Painful to shapeshift
      • Can't shapeshift into other people
 
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Willow Iris Madison
"Underestimate me and I'll beat you to a pulp"
Name:
Willow Iris Madison

Nickname:
N/A

Race:
French and Irish decent, Caucasian American

Age:
21

Home Territory:
Eden, but lives in Graceland

Profession:
Hunter

Description:
Willow is a rather normal looking individual with the only thing separating her from others being her hair and eyes. With fiery red hair Willow can almost always be picked out of a crowd. Though in a crowd of redheads that would be a little harder. Her piercing blue eyes show most, if not all, her emotions and are framed with thick lashes. Willow's face is rather slim with high cheek bones, plump lips, a small button nose, and a strong jaw line. Her skin is lightly tanned is dusted with freckles, with most of them being across her cheeks and nose.

When it comes to her height, Willow stands at 5' 4", not too tall but not too short though she might ask for help reaching the top shelf at times. She has a curvy build and holds some muscles to her from training with her father. When it comes to what she wears Willow tends to lean more towards a tomboyish appeal. T-shirts and leather jackets matched with ripped jeans are her go to. Though in the winter she can be seen in sweaters and cotton jeans that hold in heat. Almost always she wears combat boots and a golden locket with a picture of her family in it.

Personality:
Like most people Willow is rather complex, in a sense. She tends to have multiple personalities.

Bio:
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Pack:
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Romanceable:
Yes, Bisexual

Face Claim:
Anna Grekova
 
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Name: Lilian Jane Weston

Age:
  • Human Age - 20
  • Demon Age - 2,001

Gender: Female

Race: Demon

Clan: Black Rose

Rank: Second in Command

Role: Huntress


ABILITIES


Weapons: Purple Rose

Passive Abilities:

Demon Physiology - Like many other demons Lillian posses superhuman speed, strength, and agility. Although when it comes to her speed it's almost unmatched. There haven't been many other demons that can out run her. Because of this Lillian's fighting style consists of using her opponents mass against them.

Active Abilities:

Poison Manipulation - With this Lillian is able to control the poison of many different things. From plants and fungi to reptiles and animals. Lillian will often carry around a vial of poison with her. In this vial is the strongest poison she has found. The poison, when put into the blood stream, will cause complete paralysis. Other than this Lillian carries other vials of poison that are used against different opponents depending on the person. Lillian can shape the poison into anything she choses and can move it however she pleases. With the ability to control poison, Lillian is also immune to most types of poison. Also, Lillian can infuse objects with poison though she mainly does this to her sword, Purple Rose
~Limitations -
  • Has a max distance that she can move the poison.
  • Can only control one type of poison at a time
  • Not immune to cobra venom
  • Can be hard to manipulate when angered
Poisonous Blood - Lillian has literal poison running through her blood. Often she will cut her hand or forearm and use her blood to attack people as with just a touch from her blood the targets skin will start to burn, severely. This can cause trouble for her if she's not careful. This ability requires a lot of concentration to keep the poison from touch allies. Lillian especially has to look out for any injuries she has so, again, doesn't hurt a comrade.
~Limitations -
  • Can hurt comrades if not careful
  • Blood can cause clothes to disintegrate


PERSONAL


Likes:
  • Children
  • Sweets
  • Mixing poison
  • Discovering new poisons
  • Reading
  • Snow
  • Cold weather
Dislikes:
  • Idiots
  • Sarcasim
  • Killing or hurting children
  • Teens
  • Watching those close to her die
  • Losing
Personality: On the outside Lillian is a stoic person. She's cold and cynical, mostly keeping to herself and not talking unless absolutely necessary. Because of this most people choose not to talk to Lillian, afraid of either getting silence or a cold response out of her. Though that's not all there is to Lillian. While she does have this cold and stern bravado, she can be nice at times. Like with children, she has a big soft spot for children. Lillian loves working with them and taking care of them. It's almost like her personality shift and she's an entirely different person. But because of her past Lillian does have trust issues that she has yet to deal with let alone get over. There is only one person Lillian trusts and it's her leader Avaddon and that's only because he deserves it. That and he helped her out a dark time in her life. There have been certain situations where Lillian has been known to have a slight temper, blowing up over things she's passionate about.

Underneath her exterior, however, Lillian is broken. She's given up on life but no one knows this of course; she keeps to herself in order to protect her frail heart. That being said the only reason she hasn't offed herself is Avaddon. Her leader had been and still is a big person in her life. He pretty much saved her life when he made her his second in command. Though Lillian does think she the world would be better off with out her, but she keeps those thoughts to herself. There is also the fact that she's slightly insane after everything she's been through. In the corners of her eyes she tends to see shadows, as if someone is following her but it's just from not sleeping for 1,089 year, 2 months, 20 days, 5 hours, and 31 minutes. Then again whose really keeping track of that other than her.

Along with her insanity comes her breaking points. The points where she just looses it. It's happened a few times in her life. Once when her siblings were killed in front of her and again when the Blood Mood clan killed innocent children. These are times where her mind goes blank and she blacks out, going on a blood thirsty murder spree, killing those who have done wrong and sometimes innocent people if they get in her way. Lillian knows what she's doing she just refuses to acknowledge it until someone gets her to snap out the haze she goes into. Of course after everything's happened she feel immense regret and will disappear for a few days. But there is nothing that can be done about the blood on her hands.


HISTORY


Lillian did not originate from Haven. Originating from Hell Lillian was the 1st born of a family of 6. Her parents were servants of the Prince and would often take her along with them once they deemed her ready. When not with her parents Lillian would take care of her younger siblings, making sure they were happy and content. That was until her parents forced her into working for the Prince with them. Day in and Day out Lillian slaved away for the Prince, never knowing what personal time was, as when she went home it was time to take care of her younger siblings. Because of this Lillian grew a distaste for her deadbeat parents. They were either serving the Prince or training to fight. At the time Lillian did not know why they trained until they disappeared. Leaving Lillian to take care of 5 children, her siblings.

The day her parents left changed Lillian, she despised her parents for leaving and grew a distaste for her own siblings. She was now stuck with them, stuck taking care of them as they were all too young to go out into the world, as she had only just become a century old. Not only did Lillian's view of her parents and siblings change she also was forced to pick up her parents work load. Because of this Lillian developed insomnia due to never having the time to sleep or even take care of herself. But as the years went on Lillian got better at handling her work load and it wasn't long till she loved her siblings again.

The years passed on and Lillian's name became the talk of the servants as she would pick up more and more work from the other servants and would step in to stop any harsh punishments. Instead she would take their punishment so they may not suffer like she already has. Because of this she became the favorite around the other servants. They would go to Lillian for help if something was wrong or they would go to her so she may help with their work load. Although even with all the good deeds she does Lillian had no one but her siblings whom were still too young to help out with the work load she had. Though this did allow her siblings to get close to her, almost an inseparable bond between all of them.

The years went on and soon Michael and Mark joined Lillian in her work, though they were much slower than her at everything. But of course Lillian was known to be one of the faster servants. After the twins joined Lillian the rest of her siblings slowly joined in as well and soon only Gea and Vivian, who was taking care of Gea, were left not working.

Everything was running smoothly until Lillian stepped out of line. It was a day like any other, Lillian went about doing her work in the dungeon. For a few years now she had been cleaning and tending to the dungeon, making sure the occupants were behaving. Lillian had been mopping the floors when she heard it, a shout of pain. At that her head had shot up. Now it was normal for there to be screams in the dungeon but this shout was new. Curious Lillian followed where she thought the shout was coming from, the sounds of pained groans confirming she was going in the right direction.

As Lillian turned the corner she saw a woman being tortured in a way she had never seen. It was obvious to Lillian that she should turn around and walk away but Lillian wasn't someone who liked to sit by and watch other people get hurt. So she ran and intervened, blocking the next hit with her own body. Well turned out that wasn't the smartest idea. See the woman happened to be Evren, the daughter of the Princes most trusted general or previous most trusted general seeing as he left. Lillian did not know at that time, though, that the woman was Evren. So when she was dragged out of the dungeon and brought in front of the Prince Lillian knew she had messed up.

The Prince did not take kindly to Lillian's intrusion and was quick to pick her punishment. The punishment, however, was something that still haunts Lillian's dreams. She was forced to watch each of her siblings die one by one. He went from oldest to youngest. Gea was the last to die and it was the one that haunts Lillian the most. The poor little demon was only 700 years old and still had so much to live for. Gea begged Lillian for help, her eyes holding such fear that would haunt anyone with nightmares. But Lillian could do nothing but watch as the sibling she was closest to was killed. That day truly changed her.

It was as Gea's body fell to the floor life less that Lillian's vision went black. When she came to Lillian was covered in blood, mostly others but hers was mixed in. She was standing at the gate of Haven, how she got there is unknown to her but the guards let her in and dragged her in front of the Clan Leaders for judgment. When brought in front of them Lillian just stood silent with an emotionless mask on her face. Even as they drilled her with questions she said nothing, just stared at the leaders. Each one seemed to get more annoyed by the second at her silence. It wasn't long before they had decided to just send her to a hospital to get treated for any injuries she had before drilling her with questions again.

The next time Lillian saw the Clan Leaders there was a new person. A Clan Leader that had missed the last meeting. Avaddon, the leader of Black Rose, was the first to start asking questions seeing as he was the one who missed asking questions earlier. Of course Lillian said nothing. There was no emotion on her face and soon the Leaders just stared at here confused as to what to do. That was when Lillian decided to speak. All she said was "kill me." The leaders were taken aback by her, not only had she not spoken the entire time but when she decided to speak she was asking to be killed. Avaddon was again the first to speak. He asked what happened to her, to which she promptly explained that she couldn't remember, that she had no recollection of how she got to Haven or even on how she left hell.

The two talked back and forth, seeing as if anyone else spoke Lillian ignored them in favor of only talking to the one person she thought would listen to her, Avaddon. Lillian could tell the other leaders were good people but Avaddon seemed, in her opinion, the best one to talk to. It was after Lillian explained what had happened to cause her to black out that all the leaders decided her fate. She was to stay alive, but for a few months she would be under supervision of the clans.

The months passed quickly and soon Lillian was deemed good enough to stay in Haven for as long as she wished. Though how long that would be she didn't know. A part of her wanted to go back to hell in order to get revenge on the prince but even Lillian knew that was a bad idea. So instead Lillian lived life in Haven, her dreams and days filled with images of her siblings, both alive and dead. It seemed no matter where she looked something reminded her of each of them. Whether it be a balloon in the color blue, Gea's favorite color, or the smell of freshly backed food, something she often did for her siblings.

As the years pilled on again Lillian was now 1,897 years old. It had been 36 years since her siblings had died. 36 years of hell. Still even after all this time whenever Lillian closed her eyes she saw images of her siblings dead bodies. It was one night that it all became too much. Wrecked with the grief she had long suppressed Lillian took to the woods, unaware of the Black Rose clan leader following behind from a distance. The deeper Lillian went into the woods the more grief she felt until she collapsed on the forest floor her body convulsing as she sobbed and mourned the death of her siblings.

In that moment Lillian wanted nothing to do with life, she just wanted her siblings back. It was in that mindset that Lillian pulled out a vial of cobra venom, the only venom that can kill her, and moved to drink it. Though fate had other plans as the vial was knocked out of her hand by a vine. Confused Lillian had looked over to see Avaddon standing there. The two again talked and Lillian told the male demon about her past and everything she was dealing with, she even explained her abilities to him. 3 hours went by and Lillian was no longer in the death mindset, instead she had a reason to live as Avaddon offered her the position of being his second in command. Now she had a purpose and that was to repay Avaddon for stopping her from drinking the venom and for talking her out of the mindset she was in.

So now Lillian is the second in command of Black Rose and while she has many walls there is only one person who has been able to see past them. Avaddon is the only known person that Lillian lets her guard down with.


OTHER


  • Clan mark is on upper left side of her left thigh
  • Mild crush of Avaddon (will never pursue because he is her superior)
  • Lillian's siblings:
    • Michael - second child
    • Mark - twin of Michael, third child
    • June - fourth child
    • Vivian - fifth child
    • Gea - sixth child, youngest

 
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Introduction

Hello~

I'm Mystical Fox, Iwaku's resident fox fanatic! I've recently come back from a unexpected hiatus...I kinda disapepared on people and for that I am sorry. But! I'm back and full of energy haha but in order to not burn out I will only be taking a few partners. See I tend to jump in full throttle and burn myself out. Not this time though! Anyway onto a bit about me. I am 19 years old turning 20 in June and I have been rping since 2016 so I haven't rping for too long but I've been writing since I was 13. Because of this I like to consider myself as an adept writer. My style has definitely changed a lot over the years and I'm quite thankful for that.

Let's see, my favorite animal is obviously a fox and my favorite color is purple. Oh wait! Not what I'm discussing here! So, my life has really taken a shit these past few weeks since quarantine started and has only recently gotten better. And I mean recently like the last few days it's been bearable to live. I do, like a lot of people, suffer from mental illnesses. One that will really play affect into my writing is my depression. When I get into a mood, and we all have them, I like to isolate myself and disappear. So if I don't respond after 2 or 3 days check up on me. I either forgot or am in a funk.

Now onto everything else!

Expectations

Me
  1. Writing Length: When it comes to length it varies for me. I can go anywhere from 2 paragraphs to novel sized posts i.e. 5+ paragraphs, but it depends on my partner. If you give me a lot to work with I will write more than if you give me little to work with.
  2. Posting Speed: This varies. I can whip out posts daily or it can take a few days to a week for a post. I like quality over quantity so it does take a bit for me to get posts done. That and I skype my friends and boyfriend almost daily or daily in my boyfriends case. I also have chores and am looking for a temp job.
  3. Communication: Please, and I cannot stress this enough, please communicate with me. Even if we are just plotting or updating each other on what is going on. But I can be very chatty and while socially awkward and afraid of rejection I do love making friends. So, if you're looking for a friend I'm here! I am a passive aggressive writer, meaning I will take control when needed but I can also go with the flow and let my partner take the reigns. But I'm always throwing in my ideas and helping progress the plot.
  4. Literacy: I consider myself an adept writer. While I am not exact on my grammar or spelling I am quite literate. Then again that is needed for the career path I'm going into. But again I make mistakes so please don't get upset when I do and I'll do the same for you.
  5. Mature Themes: Seeing as I am 19 please be 18+ when suggesting smut. I love Iwaku and I reallllllly like being on here and don't wanna be kicked off so yea 18+ for that. There are a few no go's for me and I am willing to tell in private shall we decide to go that way. Now my plot to romance ratio is 70/30 seeing as I love plot over smut or romance.
You
  1. Writing Length: I'm always welcome to people who don't write many paragraphs. Just give me things to work with, i.e. give me detail! Tell me there thoughts, actions, emotions, use the senses and tell me what is going on.
  2. Posting Speed: I am a patient person to an extent. I don't mind a day or two to write a response but if you leave me hanging for a week with no response or hell if you don't even try to update me on what's going on and why you haven't responded I will drop you. I know I've done the same to people and it really sucks and I always feel bad but mental health comes first which is why I'm lenient for the most part, but please just tell me if you need time.
  3. Communication: I. Am. A. Friendly. Person. I like to talk about just about anything and will go on for hours if you ask me about my books (don't do this I have 7 in the works, all in the beginning stages ;-;) and if you even mention foxes you will be spammed with gifs and pictures. That being said communicate with me on plot and idea's you have. And please keep me in the loop with your idea's and I will do the same.
  4. Literacy: Again, I am a lenient person, so I don't mind a few mistakes here and there as we are humans who make mistakes. It happens, but if there is a mistake every sentence I will start to loose interest. If I can't understand what the point of the post was and can't understand what is being said, i.e. the wording is odd or there are many sentence fragments or grammar errors, I can start to loose interest. All I ask is that you be literate. I don't care if English is not your first language, honestly I find that absolutely amazing if you can speak more than one language. Unlike my uncultured ass who can barely SPEAK English.
  5. Mature Themes: 18+ only please. Like I said above I have a 70/30 plot to romance/smut ration. I like romance, well more like I love romance and will throw it in there no matter what the plot is, but there is a limit to how much is good and how much is too much. As for no go's please tell me yours and I will be sure to keep them in mind when going forward.

Fandoms

  • Fairy Tail
  • Naruto
  • Naruto Shippuden
  • Death Note
  • Ouran Highschool Host Club
  • One Piece
  • Pokemon
  • Black Butler
  • Soul Eater
  • Fullmetal Alchemist
  • Harry Potter
  • Marvel Movies
  • Disney Movies
  • Lord of the Rings
  • Hobbit
  • Supernatural
  • Gravity Falls
  • Sex Education
  • Rick and Morty
  • Grey Wolves Series
  • Witch and Wizard Series
  • House of Night Series

Pairings

  • Witch/Wizard x Prince/Princess
  • Witch x Wizard
  • Prince x Princess
  • Angel x Demon
  • Angel x Human
  • Demon x Human
  • Werewolf x Vamire
  • Werewolf x Human
  • Bad boy x Good Girl
  • Prep x Stoner
  • Jock x Nerd
  • Widowed Woman x Single Father
  • Professor x Professor
  • Single Mother x Teacher
  • Superhero x Villain
  • God(ess) x Human
  • Soulmates

Plots

  • Angel of Mine: One day, on Muse A's walk home, they come across Muse B lying in the middle of the road. They appear hurt, but are unresponsive when Muse A tries to rouse them. Not having a phone on the to call and ambulance, Muse A carries Muse B the short distance back to their home and tries to revive them. After several minutes of rest, Muse B awakens with the most excruciating scream of pain. They jolt up and immediately starts drawing sigils on the walls of Muse A's home with their own blood. Terrified Muse A demands that Muse B stop and explain themselves. Muse B removes their shirt, revealing where their angel wings have been clipped and states they used to be part of God's Army. Muse A has never been particularly religious, and needs plenty of convincing that Muse B isn't a lunatic. Muse B explains that they have been banished from Heaven and they need to hole with Muse A because they have nowhere else to go and the world is unsafe for them. Muse A reluctantly agrees to let Muse B live with them, and over time, helps to teach Muse B how to pass as a human.
  • Life Span: Character A is a magic user, but they've inherited a family curse that drops time off of Character A's lifespan whenever they use magic. One day, while walking to their job, Character A watches as Character B accidently steps out in front of a city bus and Character A, acting on reflex, uses a large amount of magic to save them. Character Bis also a magic user and coincidentally, the only one who can break Character A's family curse, but time is quickly running out for Character A.

Writing Sample

It was dark as a boy opened his eyes to see nothing. With his eyes wide he looked around but he saw only blackness; a void that has no end, though he could not tell if he was even in a place. Fear coursed through the little boy as he continued to look for any shred of light, anything to tell him where he was. He wanted so badly to cry out for help but no words came from his mouth, it was as if his mouth was glued shut. The boy let out a mumble as he tried to yell for help but still, nothing came out. He was afraid this was real, that this was his new reality, but he remembered going to sleep.

Then came a small shred of light from under a door. It illuminated the room in dim light, though the room was not a room rather, a hall. The hall stretched a few yards till at the end stood a large door. One could tell the door was old as, in the dim light, you could see paint chipping away revealing a lighter wood under it. The boy tried to call for help as he took a step towards the door but still, nothing came out. His mouth opened and the little boy let out a sigh of relief. He could open his mouth! Looking around he saw a mirror, the light bouncing off of it creating a glare that stung his eyes.

Walking over with small careful steps he looked at himself in shock. There he was a little boy rather than an 18-year-old man. The boy reached for his face and let out a gasp. His face was smooth, much like a child's when their young and his hazel eyes shone with the innocence he has long since forgotten. Confused he looked down at his hands, finding them small rather than large and boney. He had no idea what was going on and instead of asking questions he turned from the mirror and headed toward the door.

As he came close to the door the boy could hear voices; a loud male voice and a quiet female voice. One was trying to shoosh the other while the other just got louder. Though he could not tell what they were saying, he knew it was an argument. A creek from behind caused him to jump and spin around. More shock as he now saw his little sister as not a 16-year-old but 6 or so years old. Her blonde hair was darker and hung down to her mid-back while her innocent eyes held curiosity. His heart broke seeing her like this, remembering what their life used to be like before their mother left.

“What’s going on Asher?” Charlotte asked her older brother her head tilting slightly. She clutched a teddy bear close to her as squeak came from behind her. They both looked behind her to see their little brother Mike. His dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes looked the same as the last time he saw him. Asher shook his head trying to see if he could wake up but alas nothing happened.

“Mama and dada fighting?” His squeaky voice held worry and curiosity as the little toddler looked up at his older brother.

Asher opened his mouth but had no idea what to say. Their parents fighting? They never fought except for the night their mother left with Mike. Realization passed through him as he remembered this scene. This was a memory of when his mother left him and his sister behind with their father. Tears came to his eyes but did not fall. He could remember everything very clearly. He had not cried one single tear but, seeing all this again brought pain to his heart. Why did she leave them? He once had so many questions but now he knew the answer to some.

He looked upon his siblings not saying a word; he didn’t know what to say. How could he explain the situation to a 6 and 3-year-old? Would they even understand? Asher, still looking at his siblings, jumped as a creek came from behind and more light flooded the hall. Turning slowly he gasped, sorrow filling his heart. Standing in front of him was his long since dead mother. Her beautiful blonde hair and soft blue eyes were the same as the day he last saw her. “Asher, Charlotte, Mikey, what are you doing out of bed?” Her voice was soft and full of warmth.

Asher stared at his mother completely stunned and why wouldn’t he be. Here his mother was and he couldn’t even speak a single word. “Did we wake you?” She asked concerned.

Behind her Asher could see his father, looking at his wife with anger. Asher looked up at his mom and finally said, “I heard yelling so I came to see if everything was okay.” His mother looked shocked and he could understand why; her kid was so concerned but all she was doing was arguing with their father.

“Oh, sweetie, there’s no need to worry nothing's wrong. How about you put Charlotte and Mikey to bed? I’ll be up in one moment.” Asher’s mother said turning back to their father and closing the door. Taking that as his cue to leave Asher took his sisters and brother's hand and guided them upstairs. First to go to bed was Mike and as the little one lay down Asher kissed his head and lightly pulled Charlotte to her room.

Asher tucked Charlotte into bed and as he’s leaving, he hears her squeaky voice ask, “Asher, do you think mommy and daddy were arguing?”

Shock passed through his face before he lied saying, “I’m sure they were just talking. You know dad can get loud sometimes.” His sister nodded rolling over so her back was facing him. Leaving Asher shut the door softly before heading to his room but as he entered he heard a loud smack and a thud from downstairs. Curious he walked down the steps to see his mother on the floor, his father standing over her. Anger filled him as he ran to help his mother though this just caused his father to turn to him. As his father raised his hand Asher knew what was coming. The hand swung down -


With a light shout, Asher flung himself into a sitting position, looking around for his mother only for an ache to fill him. It was just a dream. Saddened he looked around. The sun was rising coating the sky with light blues and golds. It was truly beautiful and while he wanted to watch it forever; he couldn’t. There was the small matter of being in an apocalypse. Looking over at his sister her hair was now a platinum blonde and of course much older than in his dream. Having been years since that night Charlotte was now 16 while he was 18.

Then again 2 years have passed since they actually had a somewhat normal life. 2 years since the outbreak happened and the world turned to shit. He could still remember that day; the fear, the worry, the sadness. It was that day that their father finally said those three little words for the first time in years. Back before the war, their father was a drunk. Though he wasn’t always like that; before their mother left he was a kind man who loved his family, well as far as they knew. Sadly after their mother passed he blamed his kids and would take his anger out on them.

Thinking of those times made Asher furious as it was a time when he had to helplessly watch his sister get beaten by their ass of a father. Most of the time he would intervene and take most of the beating but, there were times he couldn’t step in and help; times when he was working or with friends. Still, that was all in the past now and while their life was still bad Asher felt like things were looking up.

Turning back to the sunrise he felt a sense of peace filled him. The woods tended to be a wonderful place; a hideaway from the infected and other worries. While they needed to head into town, that was still 2 miles away, he knew they wouldn’t be there long. They never did stay in one place long.

Getting up from where he was sleeping, he walked over to Charlotte giving her shoulder a shake; trying to wake her. A groan came from his little sister as her eyes fluttered open; crystal blue staring back at him. Asher smiled saying, “It’s time to wake up, long day ahead of us.” Still sleepy, his sister nodded her head and started getting up. His smile stayed as he grabbed clothes and went to change outside the tent.

The siblings sat around a fire cooking their breakfast. They sat in silence and not a word was said while they ate. Even as they packed up their tents neither said a word. The two just looked at each other for a moment and knew what needed to be done. One could tell they have done this many times with how well they worked together. It wasn’t until they started traveling that Asher finally broke the silence saying, “How did you sleep?”

“Is that really the best starter you can come up with?” Charlotte asked looking over at her brother.

Rolling his eyes Asher countered, “Like you could have done better.”

She hummed looking up at the sky, “You’re right but maybe you can tell me about what had you up so early? Usually, and this is just a guess, you wake me up an hour after you wake up and you already would’ve had breakfast ready.”

Asher shook his head looking toward the horizon. There was no way he was telling his little sister about a nightmare he had, not yet at least. “We’re close to the town. Who knows if any Z’s are close. I don’t want to risk anything, okay?”

Walking faster Asher moved away from his sister, hearing a light shout of a complaint before she fell into step beside him in silence. Asher wasn’t sure what was going on inside the head of his sister but one thing was for sure. She dropped the subject. Something she doesn’t do easily, so this had him glancing at his sister occasionally to make sure it was actually her. Though Asher was sure she noticed as she would glare at him for a second before concentrating on getting to the location.

The town they were headed to was Huber Heights, a fairly small town compared to the other towns they had passed. Only 2 exits long and quite a few forested areas inside the city limits, plus it was surrounded by forests. The forests would give the shelter if the town was ridden with infected while also providing food. Not to mention a river flowed through the outskirts of town, a great place to fish and clean their tools and clothes.

Having never been to this small town Asher wasn’t sure what to expect. Would it be like the other places they’ve been to, overrun by infected? Or maybe it would be nice and to have too many infected in it. Odds are there would be Z’s there but hopefully not many.

As they came out of the woods into a clearing Asher looked around, taking in the sights, surprised by the quietness of the town. It was almost as if no one was there, not even Z’s. Only the rustling of the leaves and the soft howl of the wind could be heard. In front of them was a large foreboding building. Its shadow casting over them.

Asher looked at his sister, nodding before pulling out his Glock out of its holster on his hip and walking toward the building slowly. The building, Gander Mountain as the sign read, was a dull green with lighter greens blended in. Vines grew up the sides and the large tree seemed to be sprouting from what looked to be inside the building. With cautious steps Asher walking up to the glass doors, keeping an eye out for any Z’s that might be near. With a hand motion toward his sister, they entered the building through the broken double doors, turning their backs to each other, looking for any sign of movement.

The inside looked desolate, covered in foliage with a large tree planted near the center of the building, its branches holding up the ceiling which looked to be caving in. Shelves were toppled over and grass growing through the cracks in the tiles. It was clear that nature had taken over. Glancing at Charlotte he motions her in saying, “The coast is clear.”

He watches as the younger girl looks around taking in the surroundings before looking back at Asher. With a nod, the two pulled off their backpacks and started looking through the standing shelves and even the fallen ones. Canned goods were thrown into Asher's bag as they came upon them. Peas, carrots, squash, spinach, etc. “So what was your dream about?” Charlotte asked her older brother, pulling a can off one of the shelves and examining it.

“Why do you wanna know?” Asher snapped, not ready to talk about the vivid dream.

Charlotte looked at Asher startled before glaring at him, “Don’t talk to me like that. I’m just trying to care for you.”

Asher looked away from her, he didn’t know what to say or he wasn’t ready to say what needed to be said. Then again, how do you tell your LITTLE sister that you had a nightmare? Even if she was asking because she cared why now? Why not when they found shelter and had the time to really talk about it? Asher turned away from his sister, not wanting to get that look she always gives him when she mad, the deadly glare that has her looking older than she is. “Fine, be that way. I’m going to look over here and when you’re done being an ass come find me.” Charlotte snapped at her brother. A sigh escaped Asher's thin lips as he heard his sister storm off. ‘Great now she’s mad,’ he thought, starting to walk in the opposite direction.

An hour passed and as Asher looked into his bag he deduced that he had gathered enough supplies for now. Still, though, he didn’t want to face his sister. There was a large possibility they would fight again but there was also a possibility that they would just be silent the rest of the night, something Asher didn’t know if he could handle. Yes, they can communicate through looks, having done it many times before, but he was sure even if he tried Charlotte wouldn’t listen. Looking around Asher heard a groan, a zombie groan. Pulling out the fire ax he had strapped to the side of his backpack Asher went to investigate. With quiet steps, Asher leaned against one of the shelves and peeked around the corner.

There stood a woman, well a zombie woman. Her red hair was matted and clumped reaching her shoulders in strands. Pale grey skin covered in blood and a few places where you could see the bone, whoever this woman was she did not have a good time. In one move Asher was behind the woman, in another move her head hit the floor with a soft thud. Footsteps approached fast as he was putting away his ax and soon his sister was in view, bow out with an arrow ready to fire. Noticing Asher Charlotte put away her bow and started toward the door, motioning Asher to follow.

Internally Asher knew Charlotte was annoyed with him. After him snapping at her it was easy to see why she was upset. Still, there was no way Asher was going to apologize as then he would have to talk about his dream which he wasn’t ready to do. Even if he did, he would have to explain himself and that wasn’t something he didn’t want to do just yet. Then again the dream was so real, almost like he was back there again. That was a time he never wanted to go back to, although it would be better than what kind of life they live now.

Asher followed after his sister as they moved toward the door. Passing the fallen shelves Asher noticed that there were still more supplies they could get. As they walked through the broken doors again both paused to look around, seeing that it was afternoon. Charlotte then continued walking, headed toward the town. As Asher followed his sister he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in her mind. Was she still mad at him? How long were they going to ignore each other? Neither question had an answer as Asher himself didn’t know what was going on. He wasn’t even mad at his sister anymore. He just wanted things to go back to the way they were.

They walked for a while in silence exiting the large empty parking lot. Turning left onto a long street they continued their walk toward town. The street was covered in cracks and rubble. Grass and weeds grew between the cracks and even mixed with the gravel. To their left was the Gander Mountain they had just come out of, while to their right was a large highway. The highway was separated from them by a large fence and the road was in similar shape as the street they were on. Cars and trucks dotted the highway, all run down and dusty.

A sigh escaped Asher’s lips as they walked on a large street passing over the highway. The day had only started and he was already wishing for a new day to begin. As he looked out over the highways and roads he couldn’t help but think of old times. Mostly times when his mother was around. She loved the city setting, but would gladly settle in a town like this. Hell, they lived in a town like this. Small, full of people, almost too crowded.

Looking toward his sister he wondered if she noticed the resemblance of this city to their town. Though she was mostly too caught up in her thoughts and being mad at him. He couldn’t blame her though, he was an ass to her. Not to mention it was over not wanting to talk about a nightmare he had. Asher’s supposed to be the pillar of strength between the two, what if that changes?

Sometime later the two entered a small house that seemed to be safe enough. The house itself was quaint for being run down. No holes in the walls thankfully and as far as they could there were no dead bodies. Asher turned to his sister to say something only to see her retreating to another room, bow out with an arrow notched in it. Rolling his eyes Asher began his search of the house, looking for any Z’s or dead bodies.

As Asher walked through the house, he couldn’t help but think back to when he was little. Their house had been similar to this except this house was one story while his was two. Still, it was small just like there’s. He could imagine what this place looked like in its prime. Full of love and kindness. Very unlike how Asher lived.

Shaking his head Asher walked through each room, 3 in total, before going back to what he assumed was the living room. There he found Charlotte unpacking their basic needs. Sighing Asher dropped his bag on the ground and began getting the sleeping bags and fire equipment out.

The rest of the night went similar to this. Neither talked or even looked at each other. It was almost like they weren’t in the same room and as the sun went down the two boarded up the windows and doors before slowly falling into unpeaceful nights of sleep.
 
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Juniper Rose Kensington
Satyr | 28 | Windermere
Name:
Juniper Rose Kensington

Nickname:
June

Race:
Saytr

Age:
28

Home Territory:
Windermere

Profession:
Thief - Specialty: Seduction

Description:
A voluptuous woman Juniper stands at 5' and weighs 110 pounds. Juniper would be considered a thicker woman, but of course who doesn't want a woman with a little meat on her bones. Though it's not all fat on her, Juniper holds a small amount of muscle to her. Just enough to take down an enemy by using their weight against them. Reaching her shoulders, Junipers hair is a natural red orange color with lighter orange highlight. Sprouting from her head are light brown antlers while deer like ears, matching her hair color, sit on the sides of her head. Juniper has full control of her ears and can twitch and move them to hear other conversations.

Juniper's skin is a porcelain color with darker tones to it and dusting across her checks are freckles, light brown in contrast to her skin. Her face is petite with doe eyes, a button nose, and full lips. Unlike other satyrs Juniper's lower half resembles that of a deer, with the fur matching that of her ears and hair. When it comes to clothing Juniper has two types of styles. The first being her normal wear; usually flowing shirts tucked into belts wrapped around the waist. Her second style is more for her "profession"; flowing crop tops that show off most, if not all, of her stomach.

Personality:
Coming from a past like hers Juniper has developed a rather odd personality. Not only is she an empath and have the characteristics to go with it, she can also be quite rebellious and cocky. She'll boast about her accomplishments and all the great things she's done. Though this is only for recognition. While she does like to bottle everything up and throw it in behind her walls there have been a few occasions when someone has managed to get her to talk about her feelings. Which is something that Juniper likes to avoid at almost all costs. But of course with this comes her confrontation issues, but only with the people she considers a part of her life.

Juniper can also have a short fuse, though, and with that her fear of confrontation dissipates and she'll go on a rampage, with the only thing calming her down being silence and isolation. Along with her temper comes a sensitivity to almost everything. This is mainly to do with her being an empath. While she can't fully feel a persons emotions she does sympathies with people and try to carry some of there troubles. Which of course leads to more problems than solutions.

One more thing about Juniper is she can be very seductive from time to time. Mainly when she's stealing from men but there have been times when she's used her charm on women. And yes Juniper, while sensitive, can be quite the charmer. She can talk her way out of almost any situation and loves to manipulate her enemies into doing her bidding.

Bio:
(Brief bio, 1-2 paragraphs. Please include the reason why your character joined the rebellion.)

Magic:
Illusionary - Shadow (Advanced)

Skills:
(Character's skills.)

Strengths:
(Character's overall strengths.)

Weaknesses:
(Character's overall weaknesses.)

Romanceable:
Yes :3

Artist:
Link
 
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BASIC INFORMATION

NAME + PRONUNCIATION
Amelia Jane Watson
ə-MEE-lee-ə / jayn / wot-suh n

AGE
23

ACADEMIC YEAR
3rd Year of College

BIRTHDAY
October 4th

GENDER + PRONOUNS
Female + she/her

SEXUALITY
Pansexual

ACCENT
Very slight Russian accent (only comes out on certain words)

ETHNICITY
Russian

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

HAIR
Natural red reaching mid back

EYES
Brown

HEIGHT
5' 4"

WEIGHT
124lbs

TATTOOS
N/A

PIERCINGS
Ears are pierced at the lobe

SCARS
N/A

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES
Freckles

PHYSICAL AILMENTS
Asthma

FACE CLAIM
Daria Sidorchuk

PERSONAL INFORMATION

PERSONALITY
LIKES
DISLIKES
HOBBIES
TALENTS
FEARS
SECRETS
MENTAL AILMENTS

SOCIAL INFORMATION

FAMILY
FRIENDS
ROMANTIC INTEREST
OTHER RELATIONS

EXTRA INFORMATION

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amelia jane watson
Location: Home - Valentina's car
Mentions: Diana (text)
Interactions: Valentina
Sun filtered in through the cracked blinds illuminating the rather large room. Amelia's eye's opened slowly, squinting at the harsh light that met her. She wasn't much of a morning person and would rather stay up die than wake up each morning and face the day. A groan echoed throughout the room as Amelia sat up her groggy eyes scanning her room for something before her eyes landed on the night stand next to her. Looking at her phone Amelia sighed throwing her legs over the side of the bed and standing up. Her bones cracked as she stretched and started going about her day. 'Another day in hell,' Amelia thought to herself as she opened her walk-in closet. Faintly in the distance she could hear her 'parents' waking up her brother. No doubt they would be outside her room soon. Rolling her eyes Amelia turned to her door just as a knock came. "Come in," she grumbled.

The door opened to reveal Martha and her father. Martha was a short blonde woman with cold blue eyes. Her skin was pale and clear from any blemishes. Martha was indeed a beautiful woman but don't let looks deceive you, that woman is evil. Her blonde hair was set in a tight bun today and her clothes were pressed and clean, a simple button up white shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt. As for her father, he was of medium height with short dark brown hair and a goatee. He was wearing his uniform for work, a police uniform. Martha had a sickly sweet smile on her face as she chirped, "Good morning Amelia. Breakfast is ready down stairs so feel free to join your brother when ready. Your father and I are off to work, make sure James gets to school safe okay?" With that the door closed and Amelia was finally left alone for the morning. Well, most of the morning. Pulling out her phone Amelia sent a quick morning text to Diana:

< Well my morning is going great Martha just left me in charge of James. How's your morning? >

Putting her phone away Amelia turned back to her closet and started changing. Pulling on a fitted forest green t-shirt and her signature ripped blue jeans she closed the closet, grabbing her favorite leather jacket. Smirking Amelia grabbed a black chain belt, looping it around her, before pulling a brush through her hair and starting her make-up. Simple black eye liner, a neutral red lip, and dark green eye shadow later and Amelia was pulling on her black sneakers. As she grabbed her school supplies and phone Amelia walked out her room and hurried downstairs, no doubt Valentina was on her way already. Amelia shook her head at the thought of her close friend. While Amelia would agree with most and say Valentina was a piece of work, Amelia loved the girl for that. She wasn't basic like most people, despite being a basic bitch.

Walking through the house Amelia stopped at the dinning room. "Morning Amelia!" James' voice echoed through the empty dinning room. Giving the boy a tired gaze Amelia sat down next to him, ignoring his good morning. "Did you hear? Gossip Girl is back!" James exclaimed, slight worry evident in his voice. James was one of the only people that knew she was closeted and would be the only person to know until Amelia was certain people wouldn't judge her. Surprised Amelia looked over to her brother, raising an eyebrow as she did so. Gossip Girl being back was a problem. Amelia would have to keep on her toes. Too many secrets rested in her mind and the memories of the past flashed forward for a second before they were pushed back into the hole they came from.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Now, come on let's get going," Amelia assured before getting up, pulling the boy up with her. Just as she did so her phone buzzed in her pocket; Amelia didn't need to look at it to know it was from Valentina. "Let's go, our rides here." With that Amelia pulled her brother through the house and out the door. Sitting in front of her house was Valentina waiting in her car. Of course the girl looked fabulous as always. Walking up to the car, Amelia pushed her brother into the back seat before hopping in the front. "You're looking fine as always Val," Amelia commented before continuing, "Did you hear about Gossip Girl? Kinda odd her being back now. I'm not too sure how I feel about it."
 
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Willow Iris Madison
"Underestimate me and I'll beat you to a pulp"

BASIC INFORMATION​


NAME
Willow Iris Madison

AGE
30

BIRTHDAY
February 5th

GENDER + PRONOUNS
Female + she/her

SEXUALITY
Heterosexual

ACCENT
Slight southern twang

ETHNICITY
  • Paternal: Irish 50% and Polish 50%​
  • Maternal: Cacausian 100%​

OCCUPATION
Waitress


PHYSICAL INFORMATION​

HAIR
Reaching her lower back Willow's hair is a natural red. Her hair is often down in a straight fashion but for work she pulled her hair into a messy bun.

EYES
Emerald green

HEIGHT
5' 3"

WEIGHT
112lbs

TATTOOS
N/A

PIERCINGS
N/A

SCARS
Various scars covering back ranging in size

PHYSICAL AILMENTS
N/A

PERSONAL INFORMATION
PERSONALITY
  • Stubborn
  • Distant
  • Closed-Off
  • Independent
  • Clever
  • Witty
  • Sarcastic
  • Loyal to a fault
  • Great Mother
  • Moody
  • Observant
LIKES
  • Candy
  • Softball
  • Astrology
  • Violet
  • Flowers
  • Cloud watching
  • Star gazing
DISLIKES
  • Loud noises
  • Being yelled at
  • Fighting
  • Her ex boyfriend
  • Being ordered around by those younger than her
  • Tomatoes
HOBBIES
  • Reading
  • Jogging
  • Star gazing
FEARS
  • Drowning
  • Her ex
MENTAL AILMENTS
  • Bipolar Disorder
  • Anxiety
  • PTSD

SOCIAL INFORMATION​

FAMILY
  • Mother: Martha Madison
  • Father: Vince Madison
  • Older Sister: Kelly Lanister
  • Brother-in-law: Kenneth Lanister
  • Niece: Lillian Lanister
  • Nephew: Patrick Lanister
  • Daughter: Violet Marie Madison
ROMANTIC INTEREST
N/A - Single

PAST RELATIONSHIPS
Andrew James Hughes - Ex boyfriend/baby daddy
 
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Violet Marie Madison
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers"

BASIC INFORMATION​


NAME
Violet Marie Madison

AGE
9

BIRTHDAY
June 21st

GENDER + PRONOUNS
Female + she/her

SEXUALITY
What?

ACCENT
Slight southern twang

ETHNICITY
  • Paternal: German 25% and Irish 75%​
  • Maternal: Caucasian 50%, Irish 25%, and Polish 25%​
EDUCATION
4th Grade


PHYSICAL INFORMATION​

HAIR
Reaching her lower back Violet's hair is natural usaually worn down.

EYES
Hazel

HEIGHT
4'

WEIGHT
60lbs

PHYSICAL AILMENTS
Asthma

PERSONAL INFORMATION
PERSONALITY
LIKES
DISLIKES
HOBBIES
FEARS
MENTAL AILMENTS
 

Luna Vanborn
"Quote"
Name: Luna Vanborn
Nicknames: N/A
Title: Shimmer
Age: 219
Sin: Sin of Lust

Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 127 lbs
Hair: Silver, reaching lover back
Eye's: Light yellow
Tattoo's/Marking's: Angel wings covering back
Clothing Style: Dark colors with leather and boots
Sexuality/Alignment: Pansexual

Features(5 or more): [personality pros]
Flaws(5 or more): [personality cons]
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weaknesses:
Strengths:
Fears:
Secrets:

Powers:
  • Blood Magic -
  • Shapeshifting -
  • Lust Empowerment -
 
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Name: Penelope Ann James
Gender: Female
Personality:
Appearance:
  • Long curly red hair
  • Blue eyes
  • 5'
  • 98 lbs
  • Lean
Likes:
Dislikes:
Interests:
Skills:

Magical Girl

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Name: Aurora Markson
Appearance:
Magical girl archetype: The Sadist -
Likes:
Dislikes:
Abilities:
Skills:
Talents:
Weaponry:
Backstory:
 
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